The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1872-08-08
In Search of the PICTURESQUE.

! village where we were to dine, and after
driving through the barren, sandy pub
lie square, we reached the hotel, and
were ushered into large room lighted
by eight window guiltless of either blinds
or curtains, where an army of fines buzz
zed joyously, Ten wooden chairs, a centre
table, and spittoon composed the furni.
ture, while the Father of his Country
and rs. T.-1S60-X. Plantation Bit.
ters' adorned the walls. On the ringing
of huge bell we went to the dining room,
where the long table was already filled
with people engaged in hand to hand
contest with the dishes.
p "Porksteak, beefsteak, fried ham and
eggs" said the ringleted damsel at our
! elbow. |
"Beefsteak," said our grandfather
'and, my good girl, bring us some fresh
boiled eggs, and little honey in the
comb" F
eve amt got any eggs, sir, except
some from Marathon to-day, but they
haven't come. We don't keep honey, but
have some first rate jam"
Well, well, never mind pitcher Of
milk, theu."
"We'vc got no milk, sir /; milk is scarce
out here but | can get cobbler or julep
at the bar"
I'VE are still too near the city, my
dears,' said grand. father, as we drove
away. "By evening trust we shall leave
the turmoil far behind US, and enter the
real Arcadia"
On we journeyed, aud the broad road
heightened out before us in endless mo-
notony. 1t ran with mathematical pre-
| clslon from one town to another, and
when We reached the summit of a small
| elevation We could trace its white line
straight before US as far as the eve could
reach. On either side, shut in by zigzag
fences, were corn and Hheat fields, and
the hot sun burned their faces and ours
with the persistent blaze of cloudless
June day. The light top of the carriage,
extending over the back seat, afforded
| some protection to Sue and myself, but
poor grandfather simmered in front and
mopped his face in silence. About four
O'Clock we came to a wayside inn.
I'VE will stop here and rest few mo-
ments," said grandfather. s'Perhaps
some iced milk would refresh you Here,
sir" he called out to a half grown youth
1 who, with his hat drawn over his eyes
| was louugipg on bench at the door :
will you bring us a pitcher of iced
milk ~ ba
1--WE don't sell milk here" replied the
boy, with a profound stare.
mo, suppose your customers seldom
call for it but these ladies would like
glass with lump Of ice"
8'But We amt got any at all. We sell
it all in Marathon"
"Have you any buttermilk, then 7"
"No; We don't keep buttcrmrlk."
'!Any cider
''No; we don't keep that either
s'W hat in the name of Andrew Jack
son do you keep?" asked my thirsty an
cestor, testify.
1.-The best lager made in Marathon it
came out by the rails this morning"
Il have never tasted this modern
beverage, Prisila, but will now venture,
as it is all they have said grandfather,
handing me the reius.
Fanuiug himself vigorously with his
nat, nc ulsdPpedreu lDto tue mouse, IeaV-
ing the boy reclining upon his bench
with easy grace. After pause this
youth opened q conversation
"Finc day, ma'am.''
YES" | replied, "but rather warm"
'ltll be deal hotter before it gets
through, | say, have you got any pills"
"What | asked, in astonishment.
"Any pills for fever nager or liver
complaint? p. rB8rs
"W hat can he mean 7" exclaimed Sue.
"Why, you're patent medicine agents,
amt you? They always 20 through the
country with horses Instead of taking the
cars There was one along last week had
his women folks with him, and his medi-
ciues under his back seat"
"We are not agents." | replied: "wc
are travelling for pleasure"
"For wbat?p
"For pleasure" s.aass au f,s.s
At this juncture grandfather appeared,
aud We drove away, followed by the Gu
rio.ity of the pill consuming boy, who
even left his bench and advanced to the
middle of the road, shading his eyes
with his hand to gaze after the singular
beings who were taveling for pleasure"