The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-08-19
etriS rue COUNTRY.

we are oat tefc Ia he eoua,ry, The
whole family We came ont aget par
health. Il vas ups aeill haa lost s<vsrsl
oi my family tha, could Believe ths,
ttip into ihe country preserved health.
ea' now ] reailsa What great boon
summer Yisit Il,
All As | wite ,hls, small Pica ls gal.
Ieping around . eranbcrr, marsh free ~
an antelope, Long Primer i ro.llag Ia
the sand With i,s sunday suit on, ana
Mfs, Qnad sis on the shady p1rch, ooa.
isntcdly chewing young unioa aad
watching fght between yeArling call
and crcam.eolored goat. Nowhere else
but Ia The eouutrY can mau wilues.
such a landscape a. Is spread oui before
me. There Is the loag meadow. turnlp
patch, . horso'Ake, two harrows, mag
nideent trees, tour boys booking hstves,
applcs, lowing Kline, lame woman nsl.
Ing, aud tho August quo clasps the South.
ern breeze around The neck aud they Kiss
Il Is like panorama, aud good deal
cheaper.
There Is freedom FROM restraint here.
Mrs. Blif, The oh lady who took u, 10.
says we won't have 70 put on our dIa.
monds, and pearls every time we come
TO meals, aud that We must throw style.
fashion aud care to the dogs. No one
but Mrs. Bill conld spread such table
II makes my mouth water when think
of it There is the table-cloth with hole
IN each corner, grand disb OF baked
beans, baked potatoes, salt Goldfish, ard
milk or weak tea. The fare il to be yar..
cd once week by the addition OF such
cucnmbers as have been overlooked aud
run 10 seed, but Mrs. Bin believes In
steady diet as a general thing.
Rccuperate! Great spoonsg bat how
we are piling on the flesh believe
weigh a ton, aud we haven't been here
week yet. The fat is rolling up on the
children until eau scarcely recognise
them. They did not know me when
went down this morning to the orchard
where they were gambolng Gmong tho
harvest apples They began to "ssss"
me as approached, and 1t was with feel
ings OF poignant woe that found they
could run two rods TO my one.
Every morning take grand walk, 10
harden my flesh. The route Is down the
road half mile, through an old pasture
for fifty rods, round a straw stack, up a
bill down along a barnyard, home The
| children generally follow me, and their
innocent bleatings, the soft prattllnKs OF
lambs, the songs of the Guinea hens, and
the murmurings Of the morning breeze
through the row OF tame gooseberry bush
es, make man's heart swell with enthu.
siasm.
And the nights We retire early, aud
aN light Is hardly out before something
like billion and half Of mosquitoes
come whooping around for blood They
don't get it; there is net ting all around
the bed, and the insects gnash their teeth
aud howl around until they find tho fam.
lily dog. The dog commences to howl In
a plaintive way, just as II be was In roe-
do without cent In his pocket. Tho cat
gets lonesome as she sits on the garden
fence aud reflects on the numerous fellncs
Of her acquaintance which she has follow.
ed to the grave, aud she wecps aloud. -
Six or seven cows, having eix or seven
bells on, trot up and down The road most
Of the night, or stand as near the house
as they can, and throw their heads around
and jingle their bells and when the rosy
hue of morning arrives we rise with 70.
freshed spirits aud renewed strength.
All il is good TO be out here. II Is
here that one can see nature get up and
dust aud jump fences, Here one can feel
the soft and subtle Influences OF creation
working sll around him Here one can
wear patched trousers, 20 without col.
lar aud spit on the front AIeps without
fearing that his family will be ruled ont
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