The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-09-22
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ST.. ALBANs, Sept, 20, lsi:

slumhcr and in unusually good humor, and
having some delicious cream in our coffee
sent us by n distant relative. and in this
connection. Il particularly dear friend, who
sports Adcnoys, we become pastoral in
our reflections, and after making number
of silly, tritc and plagarizcd remarks rs
people ALWAYS do when they feel that way,
we pick up morning paper, and seeing
mention therein Of the franklin county
fair, we suddenly put the cap stone on our
attack of sylvan spoonincss, and resolve to
60 land look on the products of the noble"
etc, etc. We scratch round and hustle on
our good clothes and get our cane. and by
dint of frantic cndcavors, catch the 0. 10
train in which we were packed like the
traditional bug in n rug. only at the time
it occurs to us that whatever slight diff
ference there may he is violently in the
bugs favor We bcguic the tcdum of
the ride by counting the people in our
car, and after reaching 116 we get con-
fused and give it mp. IT should bc re-
marked in this connection that the train
! ttllSlStN VI Ull tllt NVlS INC TtllTttV COIN
pany can spare, and ours is IL comparative
~ vacant one. Where all the pins 20 is a
good conundrum, but where all these poo
pie come from, as il seems to lis during
these supreme moments, knocks it higher
than kite. We reflect that they have all
come forth to encourage the noble efforts
of the rulers of the soil. etc, and our
bosom would swell with pride only there
isn't room, and by fixing our eyes ON a
gentleman Just in front of us who is bust
" engaged in arranging large quantity Of
bank bills which he proposes to give away
to the grateful husbandman in connection
with small boxes of a new patent reversi-
ble indcstructible, double-back-ac pin.
we managed to deep our emotions under
control.
We stop at one or two stations, taking
each, and at last with a discortlant howl
from the engine. we pull up at the end of
our journey We look over into the fair
grounds and feel some slight misgivings,
moment, hasn't much tendency to remove
However, we go bravely on and as we en-
ter, the rain ceases and the sun comes out
and hume thas soo'-.o Gut Irn,Iu'lll miser-
able days in our boyhood when we grap-
pied with rake in the forenoon and ran
away in The afternoon to sit in the shade of
some friendly tree, and perform surgical
operations on our blisters, of which we
seemed principally compounded, and groan
in spirit and wish we had something to do
ourself up in
rendering ON these sweet memories of
our youth, we amble gracefully across the
field to the stock pens toward which we
are attracted by rccollections, growing
each moment more vague, of the cream
before mentioned. We gazed in unfcigned
admiration at the oxen who are so larpe
They can't stand up, and incur the fiery in
dignation of their proud owner 1--WE suppose
he is their owner on account of the strk-
ing resemblance in Style by innocently ask
ing what they are good for we sin out
from under his portentous frown and de-
vote ourself TO the study of remarkable
calves, prepostcrous pigs and sheep. whose
value and distinction seems TO be guaged by
the amount of dirt they are enabled to con-
ceal about their wool. There is philoso
phy in this too--thc sweet, pure phil
osophy of the fields, for the farmer may
wash and wash until his conscience is as
clear as crystal and still the dirt will cxcr-
else Il certain influence on the undiscrimin
ating scales, and his pocket book he Glad.
dened We feel Our inability to appreciate
these noble animals, but hypocritically and
vainly cndcavor by cringing attempts at
wisdom OF expression. to make the farmers
around us believe we are not quite as green
as grass. But it is no use. They see
through us, and their look is such com
mnglng of pity and contempt that we feel
our self respect oozing out of us at every
pore, and can't even muster enough force
OF character to feel grateful for our ability
in turn to criticsc their talors and discount |
them on grammar. We become recon- |
WINGED that if there is anything farmer |
holds in utter contempt it is a '.newspapcr |
man, and if there is anything a newspaper
man ought to have sense enough to let |
alone it is a farmer.
we sneak away as soon rs we can with
any approach at proprety, and think we
can make better appearance among the
horses, so we tip our hat upon one side and
invest fifty cents in an unstable but SNOWY
whip and go forth. We go out where the
horses are, and strike an attitude of know
ing admiration. The horses, noble ami
mails, reciprocatc, and inside of the next
three minutes We are run over with great
deal OF ostcntation by four different span,
each with wagon adhering to it. and on
partially recovering our feet and breath are
expeditiously knocked down by a frisky
young colt which pretends to be fastened
on the end of rope. Again we are forced
to confess our insignifcance. and with
great deal of humble gratitude, which we
can't find words enough to express. we pick
up what there is left of us and HE to the
floral hall"
We go in at one end and are Immediate
y struck dumb and motionless by the blue
md yellow intricaces of panoramic bed
quilt which represents in one comprehen-
'ive design all the fruits and flowers and
vegetables known in North America, from
The humble but penetrating gooseberry to
The fragrant and ostentatious pumpkin.
While we are lost in wonder and admira-
ion We are caught in the crowd and hur-
led and jammed, and pushed along in a
manner at once horrible and eminently