Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1871-06-29
Misrellautous.
Prom the Arxssy
The Dutchman s Bells.

ii was a bitter cold November in the
year of grace IL; damp fogs hung
over the earth like pail The mists
rose from the low fens OF Lincoln and
Neitinghampshire, the water oozed
out and inundated meadows, carving
malaria in their train. Fields that in
the merry haymaking time children
succulcnt vegetables. all now lay pas
sive under the stagnant food The
inhabitants OF these shires had grown
tried how far digging bitches and
dykes all across the face of the country
would alleviate this annual plague
The work proved fruitless abandon
ing the effort they sent call TO the
other side OF the ocean. TO the princes
of drainage, the clever Dutch, 10 come
and help them. They came, and this
November great engineering was going
on canals were dug. deep d. kes plan
ned, every means Of drainage these
Dutchman knew OF was put in use to
redeem the Cars Of North Lincoln
shire from the dread Winter visitor.
the waters Square shouldered, heavy
built Datcnmen smoked long pipes and
drank their 'Schnspps' in the lodging s
Of the small neighboring towns. They
were silent, steady men, most Of them
had 'vrau' at home and square-shoul-
dered little children. The Lincolnshire
lassies could not make many conques,s,
and SO the Lincolnshire lads, having
no cause for jealousy, were very
friendly with these clever foreigners,
who were redeeming their land for
them. Every morning the Dutchmen,
rolled up in warm wraps 70 keep out
the cold. rode out from the towns and
villages to the open country TO superin-
tend the dykes and dams, and stayed
there till the afternoons waning light
warned them to hasten home. for it WAS
evil travelling at night across that
swampy land.
There was one stalwart Dutchman
| who had no 'vrau' at home he was
better looking than most Of them
taller, slighter and more jovial he
looked about him more, and had
noticed favorably a daughter of the
land. This pretty lassie lived in a
quaint little village called Grangely-
super-Montem, q village whose proud
prerogative is to stand not only ON a
hill, but on the only hill that exists for
miles around. 1t was a pretty steep
pull up to the village from every side,
and from its beacon on a clear day
when 40 rare a thing occurred-the
spectator could behold vast panorama
lying at his feet. They did say seventy
churches and two cathedrals could be
seen from its summit, but that Lucy
Metcalfe could not certify she was far
too impatient and frolicsome lass to
have patience to count them all. She
might often be seen running up and
down the steep hill, playing with her
young brothers and sisters, for Lucy
was only eighteen, and full Of youth
and health.
| John Metcalfe was respectable
farmer, who sent his daughter to mar
ket every week with produce, and no
ones eggs and butter were SO popular
no ones ducks and chickens SO fat as
Lucy Metcalfe's; no eyes shone more
brightly, no hands were more quick
and pretty in taking and giving chaLge,
no tongue more vivacious and full OF
gay repartee.
There were several young farmers
around who had an eye on her, and
thought what . good housewife she
would make, but Lucy tossed her head,
and pretended she did not see this
admiration.
One day Meinherr Wilhelm Van der
Roost thought he would like duck and
some sausages for his dinner, and
wandering into the market 70 buy. be
came - far - Lucy's stall, and there
became . fixture. For half IN hour be
stared at her, . oontempiatiye pipe be-
tween he taeth Ser another hsk hour
II stared st her without . pipe-a sure
aian that his mid was deeply stirred,
asd then be drew nearer, and touched