Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-05-11
Across the Country.

! WIN IOl ~ u bt nOt hO, Nbul ID u IL
isn't good for cars to run on 1t isn't eligible
as a public highway; il isn't worth much rs n
place for sliding down hill il isn't acceptable
as a lovers promenade IT Isn't comfortable
FIR chicken raising or roOstng. 1t must he
something. Therefore we class 1t az privilege
and glory. There's logic for you! But
there's an objection 10 it. viewing it in that
light, even, which is this Every proposition
or petition l0r Il journey, short or long, on
business or pleasure, is met with a wise, com.
plnccnt "Oh wait and go on the cars" and
thus, giving you benignant smile, the shrewd
issuer of this mandate goes on with his news
paper.
try To have IA suitable respect for the man
ayers Of the a. Y. Il p. Il. r.; Il don't
know what these letters may signify to other
peoplc--to me they mean the Always Yuse-
less Put-it off Railroad). Nevertheless, |
put not my trust in railroads. What | know
about them is TO their discredit. Just give
me he speed Of II ioamng stced" and can
smile disdaulully at the fussy, snoring en-
gine, with It's smoke and its cnders and its
raulC.te-Uang followcrs-the cars | wound
up touching appeal for a ride with the above
oNhNhSSb anu th'usn tNIucnllN CD0SluPIeu
gone case" without the aid Of cars or car.
rages, was successful.
And wasn't that a delcctable morning.
though, Oh, Polyanthus when you and I and
Nimble Guy, set out for trip across good,
homely, old Asbtabula county The warm
sunshine carcssed the timid young leaves and
the grass in the meadows and smiled good
naturcdlj upon the dusty road, which lay un-
wound before us like broad yellow ribbon.
Crhat comparison belongs to Polyanthus-
she's a millinery We wlhrled by pleasant
farm.houses, where daifodils were blooming
by the doors, and robins were singing in the
lilac-bushcs where men were ploughing in
the gardens, and busy housewives, shaking
their tablecoths from the kitchen doors,
paused q moment to look after u.s. What
comfortable sort of pity we ielt for them, that
they must go in 10 their dsh.washing-a pity
that increased our appreciation of the fresh,
sparkling morning.
We smiled down approvingy on little
boy who was driving away the cows with
fish pole in one hand and IL Lat box in the
other and he stared soemnly at us till we
were safely past, and then whstlcd like a bob
olink. We caught glimpse of the spires and
roofs of the County Seat, and across the fields,
through the clear still air came the shrill
sound of the seven o'clock call to business,
and we were thankful that it had no power
over us. Presently we came TO little neigh
borhood which is almost picturesque with its
pretty streams and red mill, and that has for
center-piece great, grey empty tavern, which
is forever gazing vacanty out of its vacant
windows in stupid conjecture as TO why things
that are, are; if il ever finds out hope it will
make its discovery known for the benefit of
those who are sometimes dstrt tssed by the
same query.
Most of the villages of this county are not
very "beauliful for situation" the land is too
Hat and unromnntic. Still, as German girl
used TO say of a couple of rag dolls that were
once dear 10 me- though mot schon in the
face, they look code" They have a pleasant
picturesque air; almost every home has a
comfortable look and few are really beau,l-
full The watch among the farmers all
over the county is "Cow-time :" all other times
and seasons have to be arranged with refer
cnce to that, and every morning and evening
a great, shining army of milkcans is marshall
W anu Nlrl'tiSNN w luC ulICIcHJ CuCCSc-luClu-
rirs We came suddenly upon detachment
of this host as we turned a corner. The milk
cans were all right and doing their duty, but
the leader of the cxpedition-a ulky-looking
mule-had baked The driver, like Baaam
of old, was shifting 10 the left and right
with great vigor, and looked, if he did not
say, 81 would that now l had a sword in
mine hand for would surely kill thee !" We
did not rejoice in his distress, but we did wish
that that mule would have discretion enough
to balk Sunday mornings on its way to the
factory; and not that mule only, but all mules,
men or horses that have anything to do with
making cheese on the Sabbath-that great sin
of this dear old county.
Pondcrng in this praiseworthy manner, we
passed through busy, energetic little town
which seems, soh,e how, SO self.coniained and
satisfied that believe it would make a
Boston man rather wonder how he had al
ways stood it TO "live SD far off," and then we
ratified through long covered bridge, up a
hiil and met an interesting couple-a smiling
youth and rosy maiden. The youth volun-
teered the information that our halter strap
was down, and left his charmer's side to fasten
: | ~ UP luI us, Hc seen IL Wneu we urSl
come through the bridge" We forgave his
, disorGerly verbs for the sake of bis kindly act
knowing well that ii is easier for camel TO
, go through the eye of needle than for boy
to learn grammer-the two cases being very
similar. They droYe ON in the warm sun
shine, with their sleepy yellow horse and very
new buggy, "and if they've not stopped they
are riding so stlll-which cannot but hope,
as they seemed to like il so well.
Pretty soon we came to village street
which begins rather suddenly with tall
slim, white church, hidden like ghost in a
, clump of dark green trees, and ends rather
prematurely with a shabby. suspicious look
I ing shon-which proves THAI good beginning
doesn't always insure good ending As We
whiFl by in the sweet, spring morning, we
catch a glimpse of an old, old graveyard,
with the dead, brown weeds gathering closely
, around the grey, ungalnly slabs. Are we sor-
ry for the sleepers over there, or afraid OF
them, or why is it that We do not talk for a
little while?