Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-08-14
Especial Correspondence of the Herald
The isles of Shoals.
SMUTTY NOSE, Aug. 10.

SMUTTY NOSE, aug. ~.
EdjtOr Rutland Herald The rapid
ity with which these islands are devel-
oping into a first-class watering place,
may render some notice of them, as re-
CARDS their past and present, interesting
to the many readers of the HERALD.
With the single exception of Nan
tucket, believe we have no considera-
BILE place of summer resort on our I'M
rivaled New England coast, SO far out
at sea, and enjoying so equable a tenn
perature.
These low rocky islands, seven or
eight III number, lie ten miles out from
Portsmouth, N. H., from which place
steamers run to the hotels and return
twice each day. Having determined to
visit the Isles of Shoals and take a sniff
of their delightful and bracing sea air,
and add to my knowledge of geography,
l sought the Eastern railroad depot, at
Boston, to take the evening train, which
connects with the steamer for these en-
chanted isles. | never take the cars at
either the Eastern or Boston and Maine
depot without wondering where all the
people come from, who patrOniZe these
roads. "Down East" must be popu-
lous country, whatever may be said of
other parts of New England. In my
opinion the laws of population have not
been seriously interfered with in that
somewhat indefinite locality.
You have a scramble for the ticket Of
fee and a still harder scramble for a
seat in the cars.
We are not admitted to that part of
the depot where the cars stand, till five
or ten minutes before they leave. A
crowd congregates in front of the iron
gate, the opening of which, at last is q
signal for general squeeze. The thing
seems to be carefully arranged for the
benefit CT pickpockets.
Having procured our tickets and the
''DOwn East" gate not being opened,
amuse myself watching the ticket office.
A timid man calls for a ticket for some
obscure town in Maine, the name of
which he is obliged to repeat several
times before he is heard. A nervous
lady, in buying her ticket, wants to ask
the agent more questions than he could
answer before the train leaves. A pale,
thin-faced young man, with thirteen yell
low hairs on his upper lip calls for two
tickets to the "W'ite Mountains. No
doubt it is his bridal tour.
Old Bullion now walks up to the of
flee, with a tread so firm, that each step
leaves its imprint in the floor, and in a
voice that seemed a cross between the
explosive notes of a trombone and the
stroke of hammer in the anvil chorus,
calls for ''six ao1oIe tickets and one half
ticket for Portsmouth, New Hamp-
SHIRE" emphasizing the word aoh0le.in a
manner that indicated that tickets of an
unusual size would be required for the
adult members of the Bullion family.
Old Bullion is millionaire. He, with
his wife and four daughters and one
small son, (the half-ticket), went to the
SuOdlSs W uClC VIC ndI
tiles to study the family. The daughters
made much less show than would the
daughters of a Rutland or Brandon me-
chanic, who labors at one of our manu-
featuring establishments, at two dollars
per day. These heiresses dressed in
plain brown linnen suits, or blue flannel
frocks all had natural waists, and SEEM
ed to observed the laws of life and
health, and will doubtless be much in
vigorated by their sojourn at the sea-
side. Old Bullion is the supreme power
in the family. Ills pale, timid wife is
the very opposite of her liege lord in
every particular. This state of things
produces the most perfect harmony in
the family relation. On the whole, /
have great respect for the Bullion fami-
ly, and many of our poorer families
might profit by their example.
The eastern railroad from Boston to