The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-02-21
SeIerteo Storu.
A CAMP MEETING STORY.

The good Methodists Of olden
times would have stared in surprise
at the merry crowd rushing from one
room to the other of tie grand de-
pot; buying tickets, getting baggage
checked, looking up lost members
of the party, some insisting that the
train was due that instant, others
that there were twenty minutes yet
to wait; and, finally, all mounted in
to the car at the precise moment
marked on the table, which had
hung in plain sight all the time.
"Buzz! Whiz! The city was soon
left behind. Then exclamations OF
"Oh, Nellie, look hereP' "Ruthie,
isn't that little island loYelyP'
"Maggie, was there ever such splen-
did Woods?" caused old gentlemen
to look out from behind their pap
ers, and wish "those girls wouldn't
make SO much noise;;" and young
gentlemen to straighten up and man
fest much interest in the beautiful,
both outside and inside the car.
"Mount Pisgahp shouted the con-
|ductor. And out rushed the camp
meetingites, bags, bundles, trunks,
&c, in profusion.
But where was the camp ground?
In vain they viewed the landscape
DER; the Promised Land was not to
be seen.
Aunt Hetty, the chaperon of the
party, hailed a farmer, passing by in
a numbering wagon, and begged for
information. A loud smile lit up
the sun-burned face of the old man,
as he answered.
"Wall, girls, you be in fix! That
are camp ground is nigh three miles
from here"
Peals of laughter, and little shrieks
of dismay, greeted this news.
"Oh, Aunt Hetty, what shall we
do?" ''Houseless and homclessp
'We won't go home till morning" "
ran from lip to lip.
"Oh, girls! do be STILL" said aunt
Hetty. "Here it is getting late, will
soon be night, and then you'll get
your deaths O. cold"
Here good -natured broad brim in
terrupted, or aunt Hetty would have
had them all dead and buried in 10
time.
"Wall, now, don't take on so,
marm, for if you choose to ride in
my wagon, it amt ary spring, III
git you, them girls, and all them fix
ems, safe to Mt. Pisgah.'
Never did queen mount into heI
chariot more joyfully than these
forsaken ones into that OK team,
What pretty picture it made! The
patient oxen drawing the numbering
wagon and its precious load along
the dusty country road; winding
now between fields Of ripening grain
then through the woods, and then
again by the foot of the mountain
ION the front seat sat the farmer, fat
and jolly; his blue blouse hung loose
| lv upon him, and the torn brim Of
his old straw hat tapping up and
down in the breeze. Beside him
straight and prim, sat aunt Hetty, {
large brown veil tied closely over hel
bonnet to protect it from the dust
lin the back of the wagon were piled
the trunks, and on the floor, jostlet
first one side and then the other, Wert
the girls.
No one would think of calling Mel
lie beautiful; but there was a win
some light in her bright blue eyes
and the merry dimples, that cam,
and went with every passing feeling
were very charming. Ruth, viii
golden hair, swept back from thu
Ipure, sweet face, was simply lovely
but who could do justice to Mag
lgie's beauty? Great brown eyes
full of love to every living thing
mouth so tender, yet firm, one knew
lin a moment that she was one o
those who, in days Of prosperity
would be cherished like some rar'
plant, and in days of adversely, clunt
Ito as a sure defense.
But they were not thinking fper
sonsl appearance; they were in
perfect abandonment of girlish gay
ety; and, as their sweet laughte
rang out upon the summer air, l
Icaused the old farmer to shake nj
Isides, and aunt Hetty inwardly u
quake for fear they would not quie
down before they reached the cam
ground. But she need to have ha'