Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1877-08-15

five miles, through all the most mac
cessible places in the township, before
they pulled up at the rookery.
According to agreement, | rushed
out Of the place in fez, crying,
"Wclcome, welcome to Nymsclove =
shall never forget Ty.'s counten-
ance as he stood up in the vehicle,
and surveyed the scene through his
glass. We had written them the
most glowing accounts of-well, of
the other place. There sat Angeline
in calico dress, rocking herself by
the ash.heap, and darning a woolen
stocking of most preposterous size,
that Scott had evidently imported for
the occasion.
But the two conspirators gave them
little time to think. They hustled
them out with many additional wei
comes to the sylvan haunt. "Every-
thing cried Martin, "you will per-
ceive, is purely rustic, and nature out
of her magnificence furnishes sufficient
delight"
Seems TO me-" said Glover, soto
voce, otis dirty"
"Look at the color, the prlsmatic
hues of that little lake. exclaimed
Martin, pointing to the hog wash
"by George, sir we will have you
whip some trout out for us, we will.
and no mistake. Gentlemen, Mrs.
Crinkle."
"Welcome to Nymsclove," said
Mrs. Crinkle, modestly, IL trust you
will find the delights Of the country
ample"
"Step inside, step inside" cried
Scott "come inside the cottage"
Upon my word, when l recall. that
fastidious group crowding into that
carpetless room, where there was moth
ing but pine table and two or three
pine chairs, when | remember SCOTS
bringing out u ginger beer bottle, with
whisky, and green lumber, and rec
ollect the polite petrifaction that
would betray itself on the faces of my
guests, | have to smile yet.
But alas did not know to what depths
my companions had gone in their
wickedness. In the first place, they
arranged to keep the guests without a
mouthful to eat as long as possible,
with the promise Ola hearty dinner,
which was to be ruined by a family
disturbance at the last moment. They
had even pulled ont some Of the rear
frame work of the house, SO that it
would fall down at the proper lro'
ment make yourself at home," l
said There is no formality here,
We call this Liberty Hall dinner
will be served at six. In the mean-
time everybody do as he pleases."
"Come and see the grounds" cried
Scott, "we'll take ramble through
the mead and haunted glen, it will
freshen US up"
When they had gone, l asked Mar
tin to explain his idiotic conduct. He
had bottle of ammonia that he whip
ped out of his pocket apd applied to
his nostrils every five minutes, accom-
panying the act with howls and tears.
"Heayens = he answered. 81 must
do something, or I'd sufocate. They
think I'm suffering with the hay fe-
yer, and that it attacks me in spasms
and paroxysms.'
Half and hour later he said he'd 60
out and see what had become OF the
sylvan hunters. He wasn't gone ten
minutes when he came tearing back,
painting and convulsed.
"Here, in the name of all that's
stupendous, come quick !"
We ran out and followed him to Il
bit of marsh lying in the rear of the
place. There Sas Il common stone
fence running through the bog, and
crawling upon its precarious summit,
every man OH his hands and knees,
were our guests, led by Scott. He
had taken them by a roundabout path
into the meshes of the morass, and
then offered them no means Of extrica.
ton but this. He shouted when he
saw us, and pointing backward at Ty.,
grew red in the face, and dropped flat
upon his stomach rs if seized with a
convulslon. 1t was the funniest sight
l ever saw. TO crawl upon the top
of an old cobble stone fence is not an
easy task at any time. When there
are two feet of muck ON either side of
it, the difficulty is spiced with danger.
If you wear pearl gray tro~sers and
white vest, there is a dash OF romance