Litchfield enquirer., 1878-10-10

k9 meal at nOLel, the water Will repienlSn plates and dishes as fast as they are emptied, and not word said. It is. expected that the guest will sing out enough" It is not his duty to ask for more. -aG
 ss UP THE PRNoBsCoT ss
 We were now on the European and North American railroad, which runs between Bangor and St. Johns N. B. Tickets by this road cost about 5 cents per mile. At first we re- gretted having taken the freight train, but we soon bad cause to rejoice, for we. got on the sunny side of the conductor, and he allowed us to occupy in his observatory which is built on thetop of the caboose, with glass on all sides, and resembles an observatory on house. A seat here enables the conductor to overlook his whole train and the track, both front and rear, It gave us 8 magnificent view of the country on all sides.
 The road follows the Penobscot closely in all except some of it's shortest windings. Two miles above Bangor is the dam, and falls that supplies water to the city. Navigation of course, stops here. The river, for miles and miles above, is a complete jam of logs. Saw mills are built on the Penobseot in novel way. Fifteen or twenty are joined together across and over the river. It looks like an immense covered bridge. You will see the logs Come floating down the River and enter the mills, and in about five minutes they fall into the river onsthe lower side in the form of timber and boards from whence they are rafted into Ban- gor. Spruce timber at the mills is now worth from $9 to $12 per thousand feet. At Old town, tribe of Penobscot Indians occupy an island in the river. A fair specimen of the Noble Red Man of the Penobscot was on our our train, so drunk he could not stand.
 NEARING KATAHDN. >. ...,-
 A short distance above Oldtown the outlines of old Mount Katahdin came into view against the sky, about 100 miles away. The air was very clear, and we could see it very plainly. Even at this great distance thepeak seemed to be up among the clouds. We reached Mat tawamkeag at TAO, and put up for the night. Sunday morning we broke the Sabbath by hir- ing"a team to take us to Medway, little vil- lage of 15 or IS houses and twelve miles nearer Katahdin. Here we spent Sunday, wrote let ters home, &c The east and west branches of the Penobscot join here and form the main river. Mt Katahdin lies about 45 miles to the northwest, and looms up into view from almost any point about Medway.
 TROUBLE AHEAD.
 We are now at the last point of civilization except two or three log houses which we ex- pect to strike on our journey back to the moun- tains. Hereafter when the roll is called in camp, the other three of the party propose to answer to the names of George, Harry, and Hub. We have now the tug of war before us. Mt. Katahdin Cat whose foot our camp is SUD- posed to be awaiting us) is to be reached by a circuitous passage up the west branch of the Penobscot, and through succession of lakes and streams. Part of the way we expect the canoes will carry us, and part of the way we suppose that they will demand fair play and a return of the compliment. George and Hub have been out this evening and bought what supplies are need, engaged one canoe, and 8 team to carry us twelve miles (which is the farthest back that teams can go) to Quakish Lake; which is really an expansion of the west branch at that place. We expect to start at daylight in the morning. This is the lsst chance we shall have to mail letters without coming all the way down from came, unless we happen to strike some other party, so cannot tell when you will hear from us again
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 BURGLARS AND THIEVES VERY COMMONPLACE CHARACTERS Several years ago l was pu: pil of Jem Ward, the celebrated pugilist,. who taught me all know about the noble art ot self-defense.' When l went to London, and while playing 'Dundreary,' I found Jem in a state of great Restitution. For an uneducated man he was a remarkably clever one, and pos sessed not little artistic abitity, which, had it been cultivated, might have made name for hlm in higher sphere, 1 aided him in a small way, and eventually he secured little public house in Whitechapel. Watts Phillips had written piece in which I was to play the part of burglar; and, in order to get myself we'll up in the character, almost every night after the performance at the Haymarket used to visit the neighborhood frequented by this class of people. Among the haunts was the place of Jem Ward, known as the ''Little Public After one or two appearances there, however, Ward begged me never to come again in my own brougham and never bring money or jewelry, but to keep up a running account with him, and treat the fellows, right and left, to nothing more expensive than beer or gin. He told me that the very cabs that took me home we're owned by burglars and thieves, and for several nights he accom- panied me until we reached the Haymarket theatre, where secured my own conveyance and went to my residence at Kensington. I was thus more or less mixed up with many of the celebrated cracksmen, robbers of various grades, swell mobsmen, and suppose mur- derers but, would you believe it, I never met with the slightest originality of idea in any ore of them. True there was much that was coarse. and there were characteristics of man. ner and dress which did not escape my obser- vatiOn: but, so far as 1 am aware, that episode in my experience was of no practical artistic benefit. Dickens, with his extraordinary pen, has more correctly depicted in his charac- ter of Bill Syker, the imaginary burglar, than probably will ever be done again but the re- dIi6f- uOu b CAlSts | WdS SIIuCh Uy bIC ldCt during my association with those people that every person I met at Wards had himself been a student of Charles Dickens, and copied his ideal, in his own rough-and- tumble way. I suppose the fellows liked the romance of the description, and got themselves up accor- dinghy" ."But you won't deny that Dickens himself made this class study, and that he spent nights and days, weeks and months, in in pursuing his investigation ?" 'That's true; but Boz mixed such vast amount of poetry with the portrayal of these rough subjects, that he robbed them Of their real deformity and made his ideals great deal better than the originals In other words, his subjects were overdrawn. You might say almost the same thing about Landseer; for while painted his animals from life, the sympathy and poetry of the mans nature are illustrated in eyes and general characteristics that are almost human in their expression another instance of exag- geratipn. The same is true of the Boards of New York. From Birds of Feather, or 7sglks sotth Souttern." z
 The rapacity, the shameless rapacity, of some people is disgusting. Here is man in Helena, Montana worth $230, 900, who recent ly died and left every dollar of his wealth. to his wife and nhildror An couo,, lou iy,