Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-07-25

her fight; so we pack our traps for the
twentieth time, and again set our faces
northward-Mr. Morehouse, his good
wife and myself, while we leave behind
our other friends very 10th to leave
them, too. but very certain it is best to
start. This time we are bound for Au-
gusta, Georgia, which city is upon the
banks of the Savannah river, two hund-
red and twelve miles north, northwest
from Savannah, by the water route. but
only one hundred and thirty-two by rail.
At first, l was in favor of following
the circuitous river, hoping to see some
bits of fine scenery and perhaps get a
little good fishing, but l called on the
steamboats, agent and be helped me to
change my mind. for he represented the
trip by water as tedious, monotonous and
uncomfortable. When l expressed sur
prise at his candor, he told me he was
brought up in northern Sunday-school.
Take courage, workers in this grand
army of the Lord. If you can keep
steamboat officials, or any other body's,
cOnsciences as pure and true as this
young mans, you are doing a mighty
work, and 1 bid you God-speed.
There are no particular attractions
along the road, beyond the beautiful
flowers which bedeck the woods and
crown the banks; but these are very
tempting and l long for few moments
time to ill my hands with the bright
Podophyllum, the pine blossoms and the
wild verbenas. But our train is ''behind
time" the conductor says, when | in
sinuatingly suggest that the flowers are
very lovely and five minutes might be
spared US, and We 90 laundering on at a
rate very unbecOming dignifed, south
ern, ffteen-miles-an-hour train, bent on
reaching Millen in time to connect with
the Atlanta train. On, on, through
Pooler to ''fair Eden - then, as if too
much of paradise might make US discon-
tented with our lot, we suddenly find
ourselves in Egypt. But no sooner have
we settled ourselves to our fate and DON
ned the regulation countenance for that
place. than our conductor repents and
with scream of the locomotive, puff
and-a-chew-chew chew, he lands US In
Halcyondale, lovely with Its white cot
tages and green treIlises, over which
Chamber the swiftly growing and pro-
fusely blossoming native vines.
But on to Millen, is the cry-Millen
and dinner; so We whetted our appetites
and spOnged our faces, pretty sure of
getting our pockets sponged without any
effort on our part Millen is fraud.
They hadn't any napkins for the
guests because the supply was limited,
IAN what we've got is done gone to be
washed" the waiter boy said. There
was no milk for the coffee ''cOz cur cows
isn't in yet, but we'll have plenty in
about two months, reckon"
Two months too long to wait Our
excursion tickets will play out ere that
time comes, so we betake US to our lunch
baskets, contenting ourselves with the
delicate cake, amber jelly and delicious
lemonade, interlarded with oranges and
apples.
From Millen our course is due north,
and the topography of the country is
rapidly changing from the long, low,
unbroken level, to gently rolling and
even hilly lands-hills down which come
leaping the little brooklets,
Dancing in the sunlight,
And gaily keeping time
To the ripple, ripple
OF their melodous rhyme
At one station body of militia men
were drawn up. and as the train stopped
they came slowly forward, bearing one
one of their number whose soul had
marched on ahead to answer to the roll
call in land fairer than this, a land
\ where even the rumors of war will new
er enter, for its name is Peace its rul-
er, Love.
On we came, our train bearing the
living and the dead; bringing hearts
full Of glad anticipations, and hearts
heavy and sore with q new and great
sorrow, for mother mourned her boy.
/ Grown to mans estate, but still her bog,
and the darkness which shut down when
death drew the curtain before his eyes,
enveloped her like mighty cloud.
Strong sympathy silenced US all and In
to many eyes erept tears; stranger &
eyes, they were. perchance, but the hu-
name soul reaches over the social law,
and recognizes the fact that all men are
brothers.
By four o'clock our journey was ac-
cOmplished and Augusta reached. We
were again is strange city. but we
were not to 60 wandering up and down,
seeking resting place, for Col Fannin.
the United States Collector at that place,
one of the old school gentlemen, courte.
Gus. kind and thoughtful, met Us on the
arrival Of the train and conducted Us tc
rooms at Mrs. MaHarry's, one Of the
best clearinghouse found in the
south, and which commend to all who
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