New national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1870-1874, 1874-07-16
From New York.
BUsTT, July 9, 1874.

BUsTT, July 9, 1874.
To the Editor Of the Eeio National Era:
The season has again come when the null
titudes of our cities, stihed by the depressing
heat and weary of excitement, are making
safe their retreat to seaside or watering
place. Teachers and students with tired
minds, and more tired con Institutions, remind
one of so many weary sheep vending their
way to distant green pastures, there to enjoy
healthful nOurishment and tranquil rest.
Fashionable men and women, whose lives
are spent in idle designations and exciting
pleasures, are flocking TO "the springs" not
for physical benefit or simple diversion, but
to indulge in still idler designations, still more
exciting pleasures. l have chosen for my
"springs" the quiet obscure village of Busti,
far down in Chautauqua county. On my way
here l crossed the Chautauqua lake. was
surprised to find this lake such favored
place of resort. Its banks are lined with
fine hotels and cottages, well fitted for the
reception of guests. Steamboats, are busy
plying between the energetic towns of May
vile and jamestown, carrying passengers to
all points on the lake. AS the Col. Phillip
bore me over the still water 1 experienced
singular pleasure. The fresh breeze of the
lake invigorated my whole being. The sur
rounding country, as far as the eye could
reach, was beautiful beyond description,
while the scene on the lake can only be COM
pared to fairy land. Sail-bOats flOated grace
fully along, rejecting fairy images in the
deep blue of the water, row-boats darted
hither and thither, the splashing of whose
oars made a musical accompaniment to the
merry voices that rippled forth in laughter
at every vain attempt to pluck the resisting
water lilies as they passed. BrOad-brmmed
sun-hats tapped in the breeze, beneath
which, if you CHANGED to get a peep, you
would find eyes overlooking with healthful
merriment and cheeks glowing with enthusi-
astic happiness. AS we entered the outlet
1 could think Of nothing but the entrance of
Telemaque into the grotto of Calypso. 1t
was completely shaded by the thick woods
on both sides. In many places branches met
and twined together, forming rustic bowers.
Many an inviting little nook l discovered,
ovcrshadowed by graceful hanging branches,
carpeted with soft green moss, with here and
there a wild rose of honey-suckle peeping
out from among the tangled bushes and vines
Although my trip was very pleasant, was
not sorry when l saw in the distance the
farmhouse toward which l was .journeying
Old-fashiOned and solitary it may be, yet il
has charm for me far outshining the most
attractive features of Saratoga or Long
Branch. Its walks are covered with run
| ming vines which cling to and embrace then
| with all the tenderness of new life and vigor
and look as though they fain would lend theil
feeble support to the old weak timbers. II
the surrounding orchards and fields herds o
cattle are quietly feeding; from the woods
issue choruses of most exquisite music
crickets chirp, and bees hum. These are tn
unbroken sounds that greet my ear through
the live long day. My experience of countr,
life SO far has been most delightful, and t.
those who are fond of rustic sports, 1 d
most heartily recommend it.