The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-09-06
JOHN PAUL AT SARATOGA
'rhe postmaster's Views ct Prc~idcn,
t:ranf

rhe ro.,mas,cr's Views oS President
Grant.
:, DRIVE VIM An INFATUATED ofFICE-iioLD-
Kl.--ISfIUENCE OF TIE PRESIDENT VISIT
HIS CHARACTER "A COMPARED WITH
SARATOGA sCgSrrY-rnr VISITORS M
CHEAaiNO.
SARATOGA, Aug %.
zen. Grant made lis a brief visit of Il day
last week. And yesterday the postmaster
uf the village, who has Ion. been promls-
inc drive. called for me with his pony
phacion. To this drive had looked for
ward Ia eager anticipation of profit rs well
AS pleasure. for Postmaster .ludson j. an
old resident, familiar with every farm
hoiisc in the vicinity know, lust where
every hcn-roost is. and when the hens are
LAYING is acquainted with all the traditions
nf ,hc village as we'll a. The agricultural
statistics Of the suburbs, and has funds of
anecdutc and Renaissance stored up in the
ircasurc-ho,isc of his capacious brain. So
you can well imagine what rich material
for history hoped to CLEAN from him on
the roadside.
"A fine day for drive" remarked, as
the gray mare Kitty laid back her cars and
started.
Yes" he replied, adding with a sigh,
''hu, regret that Gen. Grant is not here tn
enjoy it.
We drove on in silence forsomc minutes
by the way he said, wheeling around
on me suddenly, did you know that Gen
Grant passed through here last week.
| mildly intimatcd that didn't know
much else either at the time of the Cen
erals transit since. AN excellent thing
Tor the village perfect godsend for the
town." lie went on in meditative manner;
the influence of such man cannot he over
rated His passing thorough here will dc
ia a world of good; it may not be felt
now, perhaps, but posterity will he benefit
ed = and then he reached forward in con
temptation of the far Future, and tickled
the gray mare Kitty's ears with the whip.
She promptly responded by kicking the
dashboard into leather shoe-strings. Its
playful way she has" explained the
the postmaster. II wish that Gen. Grant
was here to enjoy it..
what is the general character of the
country round about ?" ! asked by way OF
getting at the stores of statistics.
''Rather sandy" he replied; ''but fol
richness it is not to be compared to tho
character of General Grant.
There is a man it will do to study; yol
can't get at him all at once; he's like Sara
toga county; you've got to dig down deel
and cut across lots and pull up stumps t
see what he's really made Of and thu
postmaster again lapsed into abstraction.
Are there any notable families in The
neighborhood 2" asked.
None by the name of Grant" he said
there ought to be for the credit of thu
country, but there amt My children arc
all girls; but if Providence grants me
hoy next time, I'll call him Grant"
We drove on. BY and by we came out
on high bluff overlooking the lake. The
scene was lovely one Far in the dis
lance stretched the blue waters, fringed by
grass-grown banks. or deeper borderet
with trees tricked out in summer green
Scarce ripple disturbed the mirror-lik,
surface of the lake, and lilies, thei
bosoms of gold barred to the Afternoon
sun, lay asleep near the shore 1t woult
have seemed profantion to launch a boa
with crcaking row-locks and noisy oar
on such waters; only birch bark canoe
and padded by tawny Indian nader
could be in unison with the scene and sur
rOundings silence in air, water, and every
where was the suggestion of the picture.
"What beautiful view :" cried. turn
ing in rapt admiration to the postmaster.
Sort of, he said ''but when you turi
to view the character of Gen. Grant. it i!
nowhere IN comparison-nowhere.' Ant
he whipped up the gray mare Kitty. ant
drovc by both Moons and Meycrs's, so alb
sorbed in study that he never thought o.
asking me if we hadn't better stop and re
something to eat and drink
So it went on till near 10 o'clock II
night. About this time | suggested tina
insomuch as came away without my din
ner perhaps we had better 90 home to sup
per, and on looking at his watch the post
master, thought so too. And after lttl
argument the gray mare Kitty was brough
to he of the same mind, and we tacke,
ship and headed off in another direction.
"A remarkable animal, that Kitty" sail
the postmaster; ''if anything happened t.
me. she'd find her way home In the dark
remarkable animal | wish Grant were her
10 enjoy her"
After driving an hour or two brigh
light became visible above the tree tops
what is that z" ! asked.
the town-hall clock he replied: lit
got the Illuminated face and is always tin
first thing you see when you come into tn
village at night it shows up head an,
shoulders above everything else Just lik
the character OF Gen. Grant.
We drove on for another hour and 90
hnngrier, but the town clock d dn't seem I,
get any nearer. "Are you sure you're ol
the right roadf" i asked.
'Sure I'm on the right road?" answere,
the Postmaster. 'I've lived here man an,
boy II years; there amt COW path ain
acquainted with; there isn't house that
don't know who lives there. Last Fall
stumped the county for Grant. And if
didn't know the road Kitty would take u
home straight as string. We ought to b
near Chase's place now"
"Sure enough" he added n minute after
there it is, and there's Chase himself sttin
on the front stoop; wen drive up and speal
70 him." And he refined the gray mar
Kitty out of the road little and pulled u
by the gate with "Halloo, Chase.
amt Chase" said the main doggedly
"Oh, no, OF course you amt, know that
but this is Chase's place"
mo, this amt Chase's place"
"Sure enough, see now; it's Merricks
Chase's is just beyond
mo, it amt Merrck's, and Chase's ain
just beyond nuther."
"Of course not; how could be so mis-
taken2 It's Kinckerbacker's."
mo, it amt Knicke rbacker's."
Judge Sackett'sf"
mo"
Whose in thunder is it, thcn?"
why. it's mine darn ye."
my triend,' l interposed soothingly
'can you tel us how far of the town clocl
ISL" Wv ''"' s'o''
What town clock 2" he growled.
"Ihat one-Saratoga," and pointed NJ
tho light above the tree tons