Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1878-03-09
wAYsIDE REFLECTIONS.
Day Dreams OF the "Hawkeye
Man ''-PleAsaHt Memories Of the
HOosiers, etc.

hOObAoEbs etcs
Robert Burdette, the Burlington
p" Hawkeye Man." thus writes to his
paper from Franklin, Ind:
| was in Franklin but a very
short time, and as l have already
been recalled to that happy little
city, | shall defer what | have to
say until l know more about it. L
only know now that its first name
is Benjamin, but they always call it
Franklin for short. 1t gets up early
and goes to bed early, except on
lecture nights, and is consequently
" healthy and wealthy and wise.n
You should have seen me chase the
train out of Franklin. Heard the
whistle just in time to collar a va
lise that weighs ton (carry stove
legs in it to keep it from flying up
over the houSe-tops like a balloon
when | set it DOWN, tear myself
away from a pleasant little circle of
friends and perhaps | didn't pick
up my feet about eight hundred
times a minute. Started the wrong
way and would have been in Gin
cinnati in twenty minutes if COM
mitteeman hadn't caught me and
turned me around. Dashed down
an alley to make a short cut to the
depot and fell over n two.horse
wagon, collided with a COW, and at
last fell into retired horse power.
Agonized committeeman shouting
after me, trying to catch me and
endeayering to keep me headed
straight. Every time the valise hit
my legs, | thought the train had
run into Inc. Fell down twice, and
got up with general impression of
having corralled an earthquake, and
wished that | hadn't. Ran down
the middle of the street, at length
got to the depot clear out of breath,
and in one final, magnificent burst
of speed, headed off the train.
Freight; going the wrong way.
Man at the depot told me to 90 in
and sit down; my train was late
and would be along in about an
hour and half. | went in, but
there were too many people in there,
and it was too light. | went out in
the dark and sat down on the lone
liest trunk / could find. felt re-
Elective and sad.like.
Huntington, Indiana the home
of Robin Hood. Invent out to see
his grave, but it had been carried
away by party of Iowa tourists.
The late Mr.. Hood could not have
lived in q better place than this
same Huntington. 1t isn't the
largest city in the State, but its.
public buildings and private resi-
dences are handsome, there is such
a display Of good architectural taste
in their style and arrangement;
such pleasant air of activity and
life on the business streets that the
busy little city shows its five thou
sand population off to such excel
lent advantage that the traveller is
disposed to add one or two thou
sand to it, in his first estimate.
And this is not usually the case. 1t
is the travellers habit to slay off two
or three thousand of the inabitants
of a town, from the natives own
estimate. Huntington speaks to
the world through two good news
papers that keep right abreast of
journalistic enterprise, and talk 10
each other, We grieve to say, in
good, sound, mouth.lilling Saxon.
When, oh, when, will editors cease
to thirst for each Others Scalps?
When will they be content to love
each other, and to borrow money of
each other, and be good? Answer
in next number. A chrome for the
first correct solution.
The stupid people who travel,
One day, not long ago, we were
coming home over the old reliable
Chicago, Burlington aud Quincy,
and we came to Oneida. A brake.
man opened the forward door of
the car and yelled "0neidal" The
conductor, who was walking down
the aisle at the time, called out
twice, " Oneida; Oneida" Like an
echo to his words, aloEher brake
man put his head in at tho rear
door, and shouted, 0neidal"
The passengers looked out Of the
windows. We saw on one building,
in immense big letters, "Oneida
! Hail." On another building was