The daily gazette., 1874-09-08
For the Delapare Gazette.
Hon We JVent a FTsHinO.
BY RUSTICuS,

Yes, we always have our holiday after
the arduous labors of the harvest, though
we do not go to Newport, Saratoga nor
to Niagara. What would practical farm
er come to in the end who indulged in
the expensive luxuries of fashionable
watering place every season. Beside, he
would be like fish ont of water, and ut
best would be only locker -on-some-
thing like q spectator at u circus or a
menagerie.
This season we have just returned from
q fishing excursion to that not clearly de-
fined locality down the Bay" to which
we sailed. We four farmers, in our snug
little boat the Brownie" and we had
such nice time" that we like to tell OF
it.
Soon after we started we met party,
Messrs. Smith, Jones and others, return
ing home from just such an excursion as
we were about to make. These neigh
bor5 are gentlemen whose purses are
always in plethoric condition, and thev
had supplied the larder of their yacht witt
the choicest edibles, as they had the
locker with the best bibulous Injuries
They reported that their piscatorial ex-
pectations had not been realized; that
their luck had not been satisfactory. In
deed, as Mr.. Jones expressed it, they had
no luck at all, getting never q bite. To
the latter part of this remark Mr.. Smith
did not assent. For his part he thought
bites were too plentiful to be agreeable.
He could show evidence of million or
two on his face and arms, and moreover
the party were regaled with gratutious
music that continued all the night long.
He advised us by all means to go on, as
the excursion would possess for us, rs it
had for them, ut least the charm of
novelty.
At this, Captain Gray slyly winked ut
us, as much rs to say, what an excellent
joke; Green horns, they will see if all our
bites are from mosquitoes and green head
flies.
So we sailed away, slipping by the
green meadows with the browsing kline,
the waving corn fields and all the varia-
tions of hill, dale and woodland that our
shores present to the traveller passing
down our beautiful river; past fine coun-
try seats that sit like birds nests upon
the wooded slopes; villages with idle
fishers upon their wharves, and in time
boats that are anchored about them.
Past Wilmington, queen-like upon her
distant hills; New Castle, like Rip-Van-
Winkle, waking from her sleep of hun
dred years; Delaware City, with its back
ground, fine farms and its canal, around
whose entrance is gathered a molly ma
rine crowd of steamers, sail vessels, fiat
boats and crafts of all sorts and sizes;
past Fort Delaware, v ith its formidable
walls topped with great guns, and the
shore batteries with their bristling can
non; Port Penn, that seems to be Sleep
ing, whilst New Castle is waking; on
down to the stream of st. Augustine, ,and
then further to the creek or river of the
sonorous Indian name, at the head of
whose navigation sits the whilom pros
porous town OF Odessa, where lately CEN
tered the commerce OF the finest agri-
cultural region of the Middle States.
The main branch of the Appoquinimink
and its tributaries, water farms magnif-
cent in extent and unrivalled in fertility,
producing in this peculiarly favorable
climate, both fruits and grains, greatest
in variety and largest in quantity.
Here, according to report, ARE the grand
fishing grounds, and our friends, after
rather a restless night, are eager to be-
gin fishing both with net and lines. As
for ourselves we prefer walking over
some of the thousand acre farms of the
vicinity, where each field would make a
farm sufficiently large to content an am
bilious Pennsylvania agriculturist.
But there they are, a hundred acres in
corn, tall and luxuriant; hundred acres
in wheat, just cut and in the rounded
stacks, dozen or more in number; a
hundred and fifty acres in grass, the rich
clover heads of the second crop just brist
ling into flower, and two hundred acres
in peach orchard. All! there must be
something more in yonder orchard than
the CLASSY foliage. We make an exami-
foot in diameter in the trun nix. We find
fruit but sparsely set, for these are vete-
ran trees, whose days for crops are past,
but which still show an evidence OF the
vitality that produced the wonderful
crops of one or two seasons since.
We were busy testing the quality of
the fruit, too busy to notice the approach
of any one, when we were startled by u
voice, the speaker evidently installing
us for a tramp. which character too well
suited our occupation, and the battered
and mud spattered condition of apparel,
in which we had slept already two nights
A mutual recognition followed the first
glance and we enjoyed the unexpected
pleasures of grasping the hand of an old
friend. Our friend took us home and
treated us Hospitality. Together we rode
over the farms of the Peach Kings. The
Fennimore's, s, father and son; the Ather-
Tvs. Corbits, Milligans and others who
rule over their Principalities here, and
who trade with New York direct in their
own sail vessels and steamers. Only
think of that, ye Grangers! Here is the
boasted independence of the farmer tru-
ly realized, inasmuch as he controls the
markets by his own products, and, DIS
pensing with middleness, sells direct to
the consumer, thus saving all the profits.
Us should the farmer.
Looking from the doorway OF our
friend, over his thousand or more acres
that spread ont like II table before us, I'M
obstructed by stone, ditch, hills or BUSH