Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-10-23

going to do with him Z" asked Rose. as
they Gent on again-she with her pretty
basket Of fruit and he with a string of
fish wrapped in leaves.
"Come on bit and'you will see"
Uncle Ben led them to the shade of a
great maple on a green slope, in sight of
the noisy Fall, lcaping from rock 10 rock,
till the stream went singing away through
wide, green meadows below.
Now rest and cool yourselves, while
[ cook the dinner" And away hustled
the good man, on hospitablc thoughts in-
tent.
Plenty of dry driit-wood lay about the
watercourse, aud soon brisk fire burned
on the rocks, not far away! New pine
shingles, with pointed stick for forks,
seemed quite in keeping with the rustic
feast; and when the edibes were set forth
on leaves the girls were charred, aud
praised the trout as it came hot from the
Goals, till even the flushed cook was sat.
isied.
I'd like to live so always. lt is so
interesting to pick up your food as you go,
and eat it when and where you like. |
think should be quite happy leading a
wild life like this" said Rose. as she lay
in the grass, dropping berries one by one
into her mouth.
d" You would soon tire of it, Miss Ca.
price, but, ifit amuses you even for q
single day, | am satisfied" answered
Milly, with her motherly smile, as sh,
stroked the bright head in her lap, feeling
sure that happiness was in store for st
much youth aud beauty.
Lullcd by the soft caress and the sou!
Of the waterfall, Rose fell asleep, and fo
an hour dreamed biss!ully, while the ma
pie dropped its shadows on her placid face
aud all the wholesome influences of th,
place worked their healing spell on sou
and body.
A thunder shower is rolling up il
the west, my dears. We must be gettin
toward scme shelter, unless we are to tax
a drenching as part of the days pleasure
said Uncle Ben, rising briskly after hi
7 own nap.
p 81 see no house anywhere; but a hi
barn down in the intervale, and crow
of people getting in their hay, Let u
,nake for that, and lie on the sweet haJ
coks till the shower comes" propose
Milly
As they went down the steep patti
e hose began so sing ; and at the unwonte
sound her Uncle anil friend exchange
l. glances Of satisfaction, FOR bot note ha
= she sting for weeks. A happy mood seen
ed to have taken possession of her; an
when they reached the intervale she VIC
N the old farmers heart by catching up
10 rake and working stoutly, till the fir
heavy drops began to fall. Then she roc
up TO the barn on fragrant load, and w
/. so charmed with the place that she decll
y ed his invitation to "Como up and $,
/ the old woman and set a spell" and d
or clared that she depended on enjoying Il
thunder storm whee she was.
y The farmer and his men went their wa
=. and Rose was just settling herself at t
-. upper window, where the hay had be
pitched in, when a long liue Of gay r
vans came rattling down the road, folio
ed by carriages and gilded cars, clephar
and camels, fine horses and frisky ponit
- all more or less excited by the com
A. storm
w It's the circus! How wish Gus
a, and Dan could see L !" cried Rose, ella
40 ping her, hands IKE 4 clld. q do |
&. Iieve .hey are coming here, Now Ii
will be charming, aud the best adventd
70 of all I" She added as carriage and sew
al vans Turned into tho grassy road lea
L |. .H. HH
H. ing to the barn.
! a Par Of elephants slowly lumber
after viii a camel Or two. and he flu
nilded car The rest ratified on, hopl
TO reach the town in time In NONE
:, the quiet country scene was changed, !
:, the big barn transformed into theatri
80 Babel E9i
Our party retreated to a loft, and
an looking down on the show, enjoying
heartily; especially Rose, who fe,t as
et. suddenly translated into an Eastern IA
ON The storm came on dark and wild, r;
~ poured, thunder rolled and lightning "a
a lurid gimpscs Of the strange surcoul
, y ings.
'or The elephants placidly ate hay; the
ed red camels lay down with gusty sighs .
ID. queer q oanlngs but the lion 10 his 10
", ly van roared royalty at intervals, and
4
ly tigers snarled and tore about their c;
z like restless demons.
| The great golden ear lit up the goo