The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-11-11
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SHoEEHAM, W., Nov z, 1874
Editor Ratldnd GloJe Having heard
many strange stories for the last veor or
two about the prosperity of our nejpbbors
over the lake. and our Richvile Mills mn,
pelng in running order | combined nv
desire to visit Ticondcroga with my neces.
slty for having some material ground for
the stalf of life, and thus killing two birds
WIN one stone, loadedup my wagon with
grain and crossed the lake had not been
over before for. several years. Nv father
used TO do all his milling at Iohn Arthur's
mill there fifty years ago. generally driy.
ing over in the winter as it saved ferrarc
oId ii really had changed so much hard
" Knew it. | actually found all the facto-
RES, torgcs. etc. which we had heard
years ago Were IN BE- Having two or tbreo
hours to wait of course went the rounds
1t was election day there, Nov. 4th | saw
great numbers of people, but few whom
knew. | met Mr. Pinchin-Iohn I
thlnk-named after his father, who did my
fathers horcshocng, and my Uncle I.ot;s
at Orwell when | was bow, and in fart
before was born. enquired how many
spindles the cotton factory had. He said
four hundred, but that William II. saws if
she lives she will show two-twenty before
she is six years old | wanted to sec the
wooden factory, had heard they made
Harris cassimcres and exchanged cloth for
wool. 1t was closed. | asked Mr.. p. the
reason. Oh said he, Cook and he couldn't
agree, and Cook shut down and took her.
Here doctor, said Mr.. Pinchin. is Mr.. San
ford of Shoreham. Just then Mr.. Ham,
nell rode up and said Mr. Plat had pitched
out IT his wagon coming out of Farrs ferry
boat, breaking his arm. All right, said the
doctor, told Stewart to give her GOOD
rubbing down, I'll be there Things looked
mixed. SayssPncham, doctor Mr.. San.
ford is onquiring what time-two-twentv
without a skip. replied the doctor. No
say p, he wants to know what time
Quincy will start No mans horse can
beat her on start, says the DOCTOR and
his eyes glistened. Pinchin really grew
rational. Says he, doctor, Mr.. Sanford
wants to enquire, too, about tile fall of
water Mt the cotton factory, and the amount
of power. Yes she has, says the doctor. n
steam engine has no comparison, she strides
214 feet if she does one foot | saw plain
~ he was insane, and thought I'd better
leave. | saw III had changed. The doc
tor ravcd go back to Vermont, Sanford.
and tell them they cannot have her
know what you are here for-Stowell of
Cornwall sent you. Tell Stowell that all
the Merlno bucks and Cornwall finished
sheep in Vermont won't buy
her fled towards my team. Pinchin
cried out TO a thick set man, with his
hands in his oycrcoat pockets. viii, there
ices Sanford of Shoreham, cast one
'm " was enough l-nou li,,,
saw nm at Ii Fort once, and hedrd him.
His name is Baldwin. He looked pale and
wild and excited. lie waved his hand and
smiled, but oh, such a smile. saw too he
was crazy. | continued to flee, and faster.
but he screamed after me. His two last
words were, t,co.tJteen | saw but one
man in that land OF lunatics. He
vas Il man past sixty, with locks already
for the harvest. He wore spec
acles. | asked boy his name. as ran.
tie answered, Mr.. Wheel. | heard no
more. have been through the whole cata-
ogue of icyers, from the Black Hawk and
Uphold down, but never, never. have |
seen the pecu&tar disease take on such an az
yravated form as that now existing at
llconderoga, amounting actually to
weeping cohtaSlon. SANFORD.