The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1878-11-28
GOING TO SPRINGFIELD.
BY THE EDITOR.


we began to go up hill, and some ten
miles beyond that village we were on the
summit of high range Of hills, in wild
country l had no idea that such re
pion of country now existed il Ohio -
What cleared land we passed showed
trees and stumps. evidence of recent
CLEARING of the land The country and
the natives | saw reminded me of the
head of Hales Creek, about Monroe Fur
mace, fifty years ago,
Running along the tops of these hills
mile or two. we began to descend We
at last got in sight Of the Paint Valley,
and looking down saw the little railroad
away down below us, some third of a mile
distant, but we had to go nearly three
miles around the head of a hollow to get
down there, In this hollow were hund-
reds of beautiful sugar NAPLES. just be-
fore we reached the valley we passed two
men who had been cutting cord wood
| Each had maui in his hands. and they
had each log with an iron wedge drv-
en- in to the end of it, and a wooden wedge
or ''glut" driven into the top of the log.
| where it had been cracked with the
iron wedge
The Paint Valley is beautiful coun-
try. rich, and covered with corn fields.
Most of the corn is in shocks. and some
of it husked, the piles of two or three
bushels of corn lying by each shock Of
fodder. The corn is all of the yellow va
riety. little deeper color than gold.
We passed Bainbridge. Greenfield. &c,
and at dusk arrived at Washington C. Fl.
Here two men came into the little car
rsving. crazy drunk. With horrid oaths
one OF them said no Cd id conductor
could put him Off He threw himself in
to seat by the side of Mrs Frey, wife OF
one of the directors of the R Co. She
left the seat, and the ruffian became lit
tie quiet for time. Then he broke out
into maniac laugh, and screamed and
yelled for some minutes. He called his
chum Ike. and finally got to talking to
him. l gathered from his appearance
and talk that he was not low, poor ruf
fan, but one of those brutal men who have
acquired some property, and when they
get drunk think their property gives
them right to be ruffians. Oh how l
wished that such conductor as Tom
Gllliland was on the train Some twenty
odd years ago travelled on the railroad
every day, but no ruffian ever bull,dozed
Gilliland. / saw one attempt it once
l.,
man was walking on the track. He was
drunk and was one of those smart Alecks.
| like our Washington ruffian, and he re
fused to get off the track, and the train
had to be stopped Tom Gilliland was
left handed He stepped off the train,
caught the fellow by the hair with bis
right hand. and struck him in the face
two or three times with his left fist, when
he fell, the blood squirting from his nose
and mouth Tom again caught him by
the hair and dragged him off the track,
where he left him lying, bleeding. 1t
| looked brutal but it was the only argu
ment that such rufians can understand
or appreciate That fellow would not be
likely soon to stop another train in the
same manner. Now this Washington
ruffian will very tikely try his smart tricks
again. until he shall on some road tackle
the right kind of conductor.
No tavern in Springfield is advertised
in the Standard, and 1 had to seek one
as best could. l went to what is called
one OF the best. and found it to be large.
well-arranged, clean house, but did not
see any proprietor, The house appeared
to be run by large number Of colored
men. and q few white clerks in the Office.
We were shown to room No So 1t was
neat, clean room, but there was no wa
ter, or fire, or coal, or matches, or shovel,
| or towels.
l took in general view of the city of
Springfield. 1t is a great manufacturing
place and nearly every body seems to be
busy There are few loafers, and did
not see a drunken man. | visited the
establishment of James Leffel & Co.,
where my engine was made. Mr. Book
walter showed me his book. by which it
appears that they have sold and sent
away 1892 of these engines, the fret of
which were sent several years ago, and
he said if any OF them had ever exploded
they had never heard of it. My engine
has been in use several years, and his
never been out of repair. l made cal
culation OF its work, and found that it
has made nearly eighteen million revo-
lutions, and feared it might be wearing,
or becoming dangerous. l was assured
ths t with the care am taking of it that
it will do good service, and be safe, many
years yet.
Mrs. Mackley and Mother Stewart are
old acqusintances. and we called on her
at her beautiful residence, on Yellow
Springs Street l had not met her since
her visit to Europe, and she was almost
offended because l could not stay longer,
she had so many things to tell me. The
good woman will soon start out on tenn
perance tour. She will lecture at Knights
town, Indiana, this week. Her husband
was at home He spends much of his
time at Chattanooga. Tenn, where
think he has an interest in bank, with
Hiram G Daniel and Mr., Daniels SON.
in law w. P Rathburn, formerly bauk-
ers in Pomeroy Mr. Daniel is brother
of Mother Stewart, A son of Mr. Stew
art by former wife is clerk in the
bank. Mr.. Stewart Is brother of the