Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1874-04-10
Correspondence of the Vermont Phanir.

AT HOME. WINDuAM

AT HOME, w INDIAN To-,
March, IA. !
Dear Friends out H1eSt.-We have your
last. ose-filting coat, but glad you wrote.
Yet when you speak of "Wild Vermont"
in words that hint the common taunt which
so often we encounter, of the "Teglar green
Varmounter," "green as vegetable natur',"
or the "vine OF her potater," we must call
the house to order, then you step across
tho border. You forget the Revolution,
and that Bennington confusion! Yes,
Stark and all those heroes tall, so strong
and true, in army blue, that staunch Yer
mont again sent down to tan those gray
backs, red and brown! How quick the
Johnnes had their fill, when once Yer
mont had charged the hill! They knew
the deafening mountain cry; they dreaded
cap bills six feet high; and straight ske-
daddled yelling. But the rest needs not
the telling. We have called the kind at
tention Of this honorable convention to the
natlon-saving labors of our nalion-loving
neighbors, for The sterling spirit in them,
clear from Canada TO Wndiam.
But come aud see, We Western friends,
the beauty of this land of lands. From ev-
cry mountain height shall greet your raw
ished gaze,-beDeath your feet, and stretch
ing to the gates of Morning, such map
the world adjoining as never blest your
eyes out West. Hill, vale and stream-a
Moslem dream Yet here you'd "boil our
Windham down." and syrup of each
mountain town, like its own sap! o, what
slapl Pierced by their cruel mailer, 10 I!
tho Dnanla ln,lr all nd l,n in,
suited strength Of Windham, hung with
pals, is weeping in them Boiled down."
they sob, ''pray, in whose tub ?" All, from
their wounds there'll sugar run in rivulets
and wax like fun They teach mank ind
the higher graces, never vince nor leave
their places, and though Ieviled are ever
civil, ever answer good for evil still their
sweetest life outpourng, through the
worlds inhuman boring!
So, Illinois, load up your boys! and
Iowa, move right this way Fen now the
forest nectar's dripping, and the knowing
ones are 81 piping, as the tubs begin their
marches to the pans upon the arches.
Frost-bound winters fast relaxing, yet
there's hillside snow for waxing; so
load up the lads and bring them to the
sylvan feast OF Windham All, you shall
find it proper nice, this nectar fountained
Paradise Each choicest sweet we'll suck
and eat; some warm eat so and some on
snow. On snow, you take a six quart pan,
and girl TO match, - or that's our plan.
Then, face to face, the pan you place on
both your knees, and-as you please!
Leave, then, those sloughs and bleak
prairies; bring your Humans and your
Marysi They shall fieck the snowy while
ness with the naples golden brightness.
Give them pans and good spoons in them,
with the compliments of Windham."
Then give them "grained," with love I'M
feigned. This liquid nectar from the grove
spans out" luxury kings would love
Our mountain laboratories these, dlstlling
eatables from trees. They drink The light,
earth, air and dews, somehow, and make
them maple juice. We draw at will, and
boil it down to this delicious golden brownI
See how the sap pans bubble, bubble /!
They're evaporating trouble. Even while
we watch them here, they seem to drive
away in pufis of steam each profitless, too
watery tear from llfo and leave It's sweet
ness clear. Now, once in cakes, they cool
yet harder, ready for some rich mans lar
der. Learn the moral there is in them,
even these sugar-sheds of Windham! We,
too, grow cold and hard with pride; grow
selEsuhiclent, satisfied. Thus, when on
snow We saw you try it, as you planned
the dainty diet, how those fakes cooled
hard and stiff, as If they took a yellow milf
because you dropped them off the spoon
But, alb you harmed them pretty soonl
So, sol the Yacuun's finite. All this
LEFT! We can't contine it. All like the
full barge-past receiving! Suppose we
just hold up this evening. Tomorrow ?
Well, till then we'll quit 1t, close the case,
and so submit it.-These break fast cakes
our Annie makes you'll find of use with
maple juicel No wonder homes the tyne
OF heaven. with love, and cakes, and syrup
given. Folks blest with such eonsoling
living must grow gentle and forgiving
Have you enemlesf Feed them this and
win them this sweet eloquence OF Wind
ham
Now, friends, II such a feast you want,
just come to Windham in Vermont Come
while there's sugaring come and see yours
OF the naples, o.C.D.