The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-09-22
GLOBE MORNING. SEPTEMBER 22 1878

perilous. We howl and groan and swear
in vain. On the pitilcss throng hustlcs us,
past the sewing machine man, with long
hair and wild eyes stitching red braid or
something onto white rags for dear life,
past the hair work and wax work, and
other bed quilts and shell pictures past
the man with premium nose, playing
on violently red and exhausted looking
fiddle; past hundreds of things we were too
far gone to identify. until at last we are
propelled out of the other end of the con-
Germ like stone out of a catapult. q guess
catapult is right a saddcr, smaller and
wiser man, with only one black and blue
spot on u.s. There would be another. pro-
badly, we reflect, if there was room. We
sit down on the sharp end of moving
machine n few minutes to recover our
breath and take an inventory, and get off
little complicated and ornate profanity
that occurs to us. and then we grid up our
loins and incontnently fec with about a
quarter of an acre of the agricultural So
cictys real estate adhcring to us
We get on the railroad track and in the
insanity OF the moment start out to walk
TO st. Adams, but after going n mile or so
we are lured by the tempting air of cool
ness and comfort which seems to hang
about Congress Hall, and we go there. and
turn hydrant onto oursclf for half an
hour or so, and after partaking of sump-
tuous dinner we get cigar and book, sit
down on the piazza and feel happiness grow
ing over our heart once more. Fabulous Us
| the idea seems to It's, even now, we actually
| got rested in an hour or two and felt viyaci-
ty enough to 20 down and roll ten pins.
There is one thing about rolling ten pins
that seems very remarkable tn lis.
and that is how such great beginnings rs
we see and make in that game can work
out such small results. We are re-
solved TO knock down all the Plus at
once, so we concentrate all our knowledge
of mechanics and forces and all our recol-
lections of great battles, when shot and
shell Kissed through the air. and all that
sort of thing, and let fly. That ball knocks
down one pin and then settles down on the
sawdust with just Us contentcd I'M air as if
it had done all we expected of it. We are
surprised, but finally conclude the ball was
too large, so we try Il smaller one, which
so narrowly escapes knocking out the
brains of the boy We had engaged
|
fled with horror. lie isn't pctriiied
however, for he simply uttcrs one wild yell
and then spreads his wings and sails ont of
the window and goes home to his widowed
mother. OF course we can't stay there and
knock down pins without anybody TO adj
mirc our skill, so we go down to the spring
house, where we find two ladies and dog
which seems to be the property of the
younger lady. 1t 0he dog, not the young
LADY, is of about the same magnitude of a
chocolate rat, but looks at us Just as if he
wanted to eat us up, and was confident of
his ability to do so on the smallest provoca-
ton. Wepump some water and offer it
to Madam who sips, and to Miss who de-
clnes for herself, butggives it to the dog,
who drinks with an eagerness his good
breeding can scarce conceal.
We are thereupon lost in speculation as
to which YOU can bet heaviest on reason
or instinct. Sometimes we think reason
and sometimes we think we don't know.
Man has reason and sometimes. though 81
Dogs have only instinct, and yet they man.
age to get along and do business pretty
well, and don't as a rule borrow money or
pay any attention to rings, except those
which go around the neck, or fail or live
beyond their means, Sometimes they are
instrumental INJECTING up a corner in sheep,
and sometimes they banker after and Sc
questcr their neighbours bones. but these
are the exceptions. The water which in
stinct accepts and reason declines. tastes
like hard boiled egg with the nightmare
left out, and we are persuaded that it is
wholesome. Certainly it is pure and the
tangled forest around, the spring and bath
ing houses is picturesque and fragrant
Fain would we loaf around there with
greater muchness, hut time draweth on
apace aud we hear the whistle of the last
train. We go up to the station with re-
greet and pack our refreshed mortality in
with the same 81 900 people who went np
in the morningland who are tired, dusty, hot,
hungry, thirsty and occasionally profane.
and come home again mentally resolving to
revisit Congress Hall, in spite of the men
tai trcmblings naturally felt when we think
some one might name our intention and
leave off the Hail. and helping fellow
passenger of clerical and dcmure appear
ancc to think up complicated ways of an
nouncing that we'll be = if
we'll go to fair again. We acknowledge
that they are good things, but were not
educated up to time
CCUXr.
+ S.-We lost the whip, but If any man
finds it, and brings it back to lls, and don't
wear newspapers and cotton batting and
sheet iron all over him, he is going to wish
he had buried il where it fell
The Financial Crash.