The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-02-18
A Letter From Chester.

CHESTER, Feb. II.
Having a few spare moments which are
not frozen to death, l beg to make few
remarks. How grateful you must be, Old
GLOBE, to feel that you have good circu-
!ation such weather as we are now having.
Were your blood stagnant did you not
keep up that daily activity requisite to
feed your huagering hundreds with the
bread of news, you would, indeed, have a
forlorn hope these numerically, unre-
prlevcd days of polar climate. 1t is not
often that l comment upon the weather,
there is something commonplace in man
saying, "Cold day, sir" but we haye had
business, lately and as daily almanac
reader feel it my duty to make affidavit
Saturday morning last, | started out
(being in the country after few rasp-
berries. | noticed that the thermometer
indicated dead mercury almost, but, as it
had always been good place for picking,
thought could pick a quart; judge of
my surprise when, in attempting to pass
through covered bridge, | was obliged to
use pick-axe to rarity the atmosphere so
that could proceed. Startle not, dear
reader. We in the country know that
| Cuba will never be annexed to upper Cana
| da on the ground of climatic compatibility.
We loye the green hills of old Vermont
because they are green so little of the year,
but who of us, ask in all candor, loves
| 40 degrees below zero, even for day
| That little Fahrenheit freak was recorded by
| at least three persons, aged respectively
one, two and three hundred years, if they
live long enough. Another remarkable in
stance beside the man who made the
squirrel tail prophesy) of the effect of the
cold spell is, where one of our citizens re-
marked to his wife just before leaving his
"hOrisontaF maltrass, he said: "Wife,
it is either a - cold morning or i am
dying" That man is one of the healthest
specimens of humanity we have in town.
He was thinking that as death approached
the extremities became cold, and he could
only reach two-thirds the length of his
nose. tried to play little harmless game
of ''seven-up" and it was so cold that the
deuce swore about it. Then again, we
have some snow. | have not measured its
depth, but | recollect that sometime last
summer private enterprise established Ian
terms, which are hung out on an iron arm
from some tree skirting our pathways; just
now these lanters will knock off your hat
unless you undignify. Our church belfries
are so constructed that congregations may
make entrance therein in case the snow
will admit.
They tell me that all kinds of business
here is at stand-still, several of the mer
chants, in order to force little stir, have
been holding auction sales evenings.
The Masonic and the Odd Fellows an.
nual balls were exceedingly thinly attend
ed. The custom has been in years past Il
number from so to 100 couples on each OF
these occasions. This year not over Al
couples participated in the first and les.
than 30 couples in the last named. Their,
seems to prevail in our country towns al
idea that it is impossible to make a ball {
success unless the music shall be imported
from Boston. This season, our own eX
cellent band under direction of Prof. I.add
furnished the music. The composition O
the parties even in both instances A No.
and grand good time, plenty of elbow
room and one Of JOhnsons superb supper
was the result. In speaking O
, N. o. Johnson, of the Central hotel
beg to say word OF praise for LANDLORD
! and house. There is not better publ,
house on the line between Boston and Bur
lington. think the Central may iustl,
rank with Deming's of Brandon, or tn,
Stevens of Vergennes for excellence o
table and courtesy of proprietor and assis
tants, and that Is saying much. The tray
eler who may read this, should he call a
the Central Hotel, will say that the write
knew; just what he was talking about
"Gid"-who don't remember that joll.
devil--will be at the depot upon the arriv
al OF trains, to give you free ride to tn
house.