The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-06-30

For The Cecil Wing.
QuiIp's Diary, that He Kept as Bohemian.
Aleck and Quilp go to the Beuding Mill
and See Many Queer Things.


Aleck and QuiIp go to the Beuding Mill
and See Many Queer Things.
We got up this morning, and upon look
ing over this diary we found that somehow
or other we had lost a day, and tried tt
think how We had done it. We are SURE
we were not drunk, and found nothing to
make us so, had we been disposed to get
drunk, and Aleck had no whisky with him
Then we recollected that once when the
style was changed from the cold to the
new" the people of England had lost eleven
days and were mad about it, and com.
menced to gather in mobs and show riot
Gus disposition; so we thought we would
take it as easily as possible, and hope your
readers will do SO too. Perhaps it is nc
great loss to them after all.
So we interviewed Mr.. McGillies, who
said he was very comfortably situated and
had nothing to complain of, only that the
wrens pestered him very much, (Mr. N. s
house he built for Mr.. McGilles, is near
Colora, where the birds are very plenty
and that he had much trouble, few days
before in preventing one of these birds
from building in his carpet bag: it got into
his house when the window sash was raised.
We afterwards learned that these birds
were in the habit of trying to build in the
coat sleeves of the farmers, when they took
off their coats and hung them on the fences
Aleck said the wren was very industrious
and persevering little bird, and if one of
them took a notion to build a nest in a
hogshead, it would fill it full of stick, if it
took it year to do so.
We left the house of Mr.. n, and started
to visit our old friend Jas. Addison, at the
mill, and went back the way we came the
day before, and turned to the north and
soon came to aquaint and picturesque little
cottage, perched on the top of rocky knoll
by the side of the road. Aleck said Mr..
Gamble lived there, and Mr. Moore owned
the farm on the other side of the road.
This is w. W. Moore, that we met at the
Club, and we were struck with the beauty
and neatness of his farm. All the members
of the Club have good farms. Aleck said
the cottage would be a bad place for him
to live in, it was SO rocky whereabouts that
if ne got on spree, as he sometimes did, he
might hurt himself badly
Going on this road some distance further,
we came to Love Run School House. Aleck
that this would be nice place
for the man from Port, who governed his
teachers and scholars by love, to be located.
We agreed with Aleck, who had evidently
heard something about the Institute, and
we began to find out that he was exceed
lngly garrulous and disposed to put in his
gtttter upon all occasions, whether we asked
his opinion or not. 1t was Saturday, and
there was no school, or we would have
inquired if there was any prospect of
and tried to have got this school
for the "Port man.
Just in front of the school house we
observed that the road was covered with
loose, flat stones, just as the streets of
Elkton are covered with loose bricks in
places sometimes. We had noticed this
singular appearance of the roads in several
places, in this granite country, before.
Aleck said the road had at one time been
paved with these stones, but that they were
now very much out of repair and the stones
we're very much disarranged. Aleck was
right in the last part of his
remarks, if he did, as we suspect-draw
upon his imagination for the first part of
them. Just here we noticed many sticks
about yard long stuck up in grass field
We asked Aleck what that meant, and he
said they were put there for the accommo-
iation of the king birds, when they were
for drone bees. We ventured to
suggest that the drones rarely ventured far
rom the hive. Aleck said that made no
Inference to him, and that we and the
king birds might settle the matter ourselves.
We rebuked him for his insolence as mildly
As we could, for the place was rather lonely
md we feared to do it in a rough manner.
We afterwards learned that the sticks
marked the location of distractions calcu-
ated to injure the moving machine in har-
rest time.
We soon afterwards came to the fine
places of Jacob Richards, and his son,
Stephen, and on the top of the hill near
heir residences we saw noble and males
lie oak, and recognized it as the tree whose
Mr.. Ewing, late Editor of The
Wig had showed us few years ago
This tree, like the house in Port, stands in
he middle of the road. There is some
'eason why the tree should not be disturbed,
or it would be pity to remove it. We
'ested under its shade few minutes, and
Is We stood there, we thought of the tales
his old monarch of the forest, whose youth
'ul boughs had doubtless waved a welcome
o our country's natal morn century ago,
Gould tell. Could it but speak, we thought
We soon wonld hear why Love Run bore so
strange a name. And many legends, too,
We thought it knew about the Walla Wash
We went on down the lily paved road
ind soon came to the Baby river again. 1t
vas squalling away as usual, though the
,oarse voice of it's old mother could not be
heard here. Aleck said it was fretting and
,rieving itself to death because it could not
each her loving arms. We think there
nay be some truth in this remark of Aleck,
because we had been told it was not as deep
~ six inches as it was forty years ago.
Going on up the Octoraro, we came to
he mill Of our old friend James Addison,
lear the mouth of Stone run. This is
mother place that is hid away among the
Hills, but our friend James finds the way
'ut sometimes, in order to ship the rims,
hats, and other things he bends, to Balti-
more, and many farmers find the way here
With grist to the mill.
Near the mill we noticed the large man
ion of Judge Evans. Leaving the mill
.fter pleasant chat with our old friend,
We tjourneyed on towards the Sun. Among
he hills we noticed, here as elsewhere, |
many hilsdes covered with sorrel, which