Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-07-09

quiet Sabbath like stiffness of the morning
Young America was for once Invisible, and not sc
much as q bomb shell or fire cracker exploded
Then as we journeyed towards "Juggernaut,
moralizing the scenes that might await us ;here
and the possibility that some poor deluded brother
might even then be pa ssing under its wheels, as
the shortest road to that rest FOR which we all
sometimes sigh, We ielt to thank God that it wa;
so well with us as it was AT length the next station
was reached, and instead of the terror which the
name suggested, we found quiet but rather di
lapidaed little village in the easterly part OF Mon
mputh. Here we stopped, and after a few words
on the coming hay crop, we inquired of a gentle
man standing in the grass up TO his hips whettiDg
his scythe the best way to our objective point. He
kindly gave us the desired Information, and all
unconscious of what was before us, we journeyed
on. At length we took the lett hand road, alas,
how many do the same, descended gradually for
some little distance, crossed a still, sluggish
ttl cam of water, the trees and bushes growing TO
its very edge, while just out little from the mar
gin stood an unusually large specimen of the
great American Heron, still as statue, his be ak
resting upon bis neck aud in his eve visions of
hornpouts, SOW backs, and frt rs. We hauled up
Fanny Fearnsught, the better TO admire his beau
ties. when he esurely spread his wings aud rose
slowly and soemnly towards the heavens as though
warning us to flee for safety to some higher plane
Passing some few rods further through q dense
thicket OF alders growing close upon either hand,
we suddenly came in sight of finger bosId with
painted and glaring capitals, "Purgatory 2
miles" Well, Mr.. Editor you may believe we
were somewhat dismayed and demoralized. There
We were, all soul alone, right in the swamp. where
we never were before. We stopped and looked
and reflected we thought of the Heron as he
flew upward and asked ourself if it was a warning.
After = short pause turned square to the
right, started up steep bill towards the sun and
taking long breath went on our way. Soon
"Purgatory" was reached, and with no yelled nun
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safely through. The only suggestive thing we
saw was large building on which was inscr ibed
Fork Factory" which made us think of the
popular representation OF certain parsonage
with three-propged fork over bis shoulder. We
began to breathe easier now, you bet. We had
come safely through Juggernaut and Purgatory,
and as we took tie road through the beautiful and
well cultivated farms on the road to Litchfeld
Plains, we began again to observe the splendid
fields Of corn and grain, and to admire the smooth
fields, green pastures, fine barns and neat houses
of the citizens. By this time we were in cloud
OF dust and throng of people in all manner Of
teams and on foot, heading towards the FAN
grounds. Coming up with little boy with
smiling face and Sunday clothes, we took him up
and asked the cause of all the commotion among
the people. "O!" SAID he, "the people are mos
all Changers here, and they are gong to have
time They are going to have whole band oil
music and MIR. - from way up to -, i.
gong to make speech, and then they are going
asked. "No but our folks do and am going al
the same" Soon we were at the grounds anc
such mass of people we never saw in county
place before, except at Campmeeting. After q
while the mass Of them was collected at the speak
er's stand, where we will leave them, only hoping
that the orator of the day after getting safely by
Juggernaut, aud passing without the smell OF fire
through Purgatory, was not scalped while there
for you know
"On Litchield Plains the dusky warrior stood"
Being tired in mind and body we turned into
the hospitable home of our mutual friend Ora
msndal Smith, Esq, and enjoyed good night.
rest and an uncommonly pleasant visit. Thursday
morning We started towards the rising sun, our
objective point being Augusta. On the way we
passed many excellent farms and enjoyed some OF
the finest scenery we ever beheld, especially the
uLbroken view from the Rice Hill to Mt. Blue-a
panorama whose real beauties can never be repro
duced upon canvass. After pleasant call upon
Hon. Ruben s. Neal and wife at West Farming
dale, we passed to Augusta, where after investing
nifty cent scrip at Deane Prsys for a pair OF
duck overalls aud dollar with Sam. Brooks for
an A |, long handled square pointed, cast steel
Shovel we proceeded to the county buildings,
where after enlisting an Iiishman with spade and
wheelbarrow, we soon succeeded in driving from
our minds the sentimental and the ideal.
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