Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1879-09-04

quite clear to me how single penny
of it would find its way into the
pockets of people whose only occu-
patton is Cabling about a subject
they do not understand. If those
people have nothing else to do, let
them go prospecting and maybe
they'll strike big lead "Yes, but
mineral isn't worth what it used to
be-" No more do food and raiment
cost what they used to cost. Figure
it all together, and it need not sur
prise you if the result shows that
mineral at S25 today will enable you
to live. better and dress better and
save more money than mineral at
$50 or S75 did fifteen or twenty
years ago.
had a moments chat in this
town with my good friend, DR. Hugh
Jenckes, son of that noble old Ro-
man, DR.. J L. Jenckes, of Hazel
Green. Hugh sat in front of his
office reading letter from his girl
and holding copy of the New York
Tribune in his left hand caught a
glimpse of the handwriting, and / do
believe the letter was from one. of
my old girls. Be that as it may, it
made me miserable for moment
and came near forgetting to remind
my hated rival of the ride we had to
Galena one muddy, mis- y, melan.
choly day in March a year and a
half ago. The occasion was re-
called, however; we SAID, for the
thousandth time. that it was great
lecture we heard Geo. Vending de.
liver that evening-~that he "chawed''
Bob Ingersoll up fine, ETC. Then
when Hugh told me that he had a
fair and growing practice and tina;
there he glanced fiendishly at his let
teri he was as contepted and happy
as the day is long. That may all be,
but doubt whether he is quite as
happy as we both were when we
used to 90 afshing and squirrel
shooting with Frank Thompson and
those boys. and when |, individually,
figured as the "Tall Sycamore of the
Sinsinawa" in the autograph books
of sundry sentimental young ladies
of dear old Hazel Green.
Ii IT'S real picturesque scenery you
are after-picturesque and sublime
and beautiful in spots-ride or ram
BILE down Beetown Branch valley one
OF those delightful waning summer
days. Hard to beat is the scener ,
there. The Hon Chris. Hutchinson
lives here, and you might do worse
thing than calling on him and look.
ing at his trout pond You will FIND
much to admire, the best of all per
haps, being the good Christopher
sturdy Greenback sentiments. The
rumor that Chris. lost his FISH com
missionship because he tried to cross
innocent short-horn trout with green
back frogs Of the boss gender, has ne
foundation in fact-none whatever
1t is simply one of Frank Bars ma
licious fabricatlons.
We continue our ride to the towr
line of Waterloo, which the road en-
tiers, near the NV of section five. :
We cross Grant river and continue il
a southeasterly direction about tire,
miles. Then we drive south a mil,
ard west half a mile. when we be
gin to go down grade into a vale,
whereby hangs something of tale
In October it will be nine years sine,
the writer of this wandered leisurel
adown this vale in the capacity o
special agent and correspondent o
the Grant County HERALD | wor,
an overcoat with long tail, and
white hat, broad as to brim and higl
as to crown. How | thought reall
was somebody. 1t was the Afternoon
, of bright October day. The farthe
| went, the darker and cooler the val
ley became. After travelling wha
seemed to me to be about three miles
but which in reality was less thai
half mile, | came to a log cabi
standing close by the road and flank
ed on one side by neat little garden
, A curtain of snowy wilderness drape'
the little window,and on a rude stan,
, in plain sight from the road lay
Bible as big as an old be Dictionary
The door was open and within, pre-
pairing supper, | saw girl as fai
, and tidy as charming little Ruth il
"Martin Chuzzlewit." In those day
my head was full of what Arthu
Pendennis's first love used to cal
, ''poethry and sthuff," and so as
, turned, like the "gentle hermit of tn
vale" that was, and entered the CO,
tage. | instinctively quoted Moore I
to myself, as follows:
~ knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
Above the green Gins that cottage was near;
And said, If there's peace TO be found in the wor
: heart that is humble might hope for it here"
And "here ia Ills lone little wood exclaimed,
! "With maid who was lovely to soul and to eye
. Who would blush when praised her and weep if
How blest could live and how calm could die
Could stay all night there? Be
your sweet life / could We la
j supper-Ruth and | And the oil
} man, where was he? Damfnew o
cared, either. Such tea and biscuit
, such baked squash and such butter
Yum, yum. Go way, you make mis-
chief. l slept under the rafters an,
saw the stars tumblt rightly throug
the clear, frosty air If that calm DC
tober night. And the old man p
why, | don't believe there WASH
nary old man. Leastwise l didn't Sc
any. | wrote experience up for tn
HERALD at the time, aud if you wan
J fuller particulars you will have 4
look in the flies OF that paper for DC
tober, 1870.
The house still stands where it dit
but Ruth was nowhere to be seen.
The garden has disappeared, and tn,
cabin has evidently been unoccnpiet
this many long day. Like the ''lit
tie old cabin in the lane" the struc
ture is considerably used up Th
chimney tumbled down long ago, tn
roof is falling in, door and window
are both gone, while the sunshin
and the rains certainlyhave their owl
way everywhere within those bat
tered walls. ! could write you some
poetry about the shabby old shanty
but having already flushed my penci
a column or two beyond the limits 0
editorial endurance. | forbear f1r IN,