The Cecil Whig., 1879-07-19
The Crouch's Chapel Excursion.

While it is true that in excursion season
Sunday School work seems To receive Il
wonderful imp"tu,, which some are unchar-
liable enough to believe is not very lasting
in its effects: still, considered in its sanitary
aspects alone, an excursion to the bay shore
on one of these Scorching Summer days, is
an admirable institution for the aged and
rheumatic, as we'll as for the infintile and
Juvenile. You wo,ild have thought so at
least had you seen the Chester, ON Wcdncs-
day morning last, when about clearing Elk
river, having filled her complement of pas
scngcrs at her last stopping point she sailed
past the verdant front OF Turkey Point
bound for Colchester Beach. Ten hundred
and forty nine soleS We're on board, an odd
number, but still only Il passing strange
one. So full company was certainly an
undeniablc compliment to the enterprise as
well as the personal popularity of the re-
spcctcd citizen of Elkton, whose name the
chapel bears. 1t was a happy crowd on
innocent pleasure bent, whose object heaven
smiled on, since not an Tnwelcolac Incident
marrcd the general enjoyment, and no an
CRY skies met the returning exc,lrsionists.
Tho benevolent face Of the protector of the
excursion beamed 4 genial welcome upon
every guest, and his almost paternal manLer,
indicating the interest he felt that all should
60 we'll, We're at once guarantees of tn" sue
! cess Of the day. There was no perceptiblc
frost in the air and not much atmoSphcI ie
disturbance generally at Elk Landing at :
o'clock on Tuesday morning, The rustic
! and rattle ef sone gorscously ironed organ
dio or lawn, envelolins the figure OF some
! pcrSpiring beauty, was about the only rus
! tie to be heard. Cheese cloths lay limp and
lean, hugging the Hggcr% as close as doubt
| less did some of the rustic beaux before the
evening shadows heightened into darkness.
At eight of the clock precisely, the staunrh
old chester stretched her iron muscle, and
| the pulse Of life thrilled through her iron
! ribs. This may be poetic, but it is true, and
/ that is more than some poetry is. The Ia
ronial ruins that bcautify Cedar Point passed
/ in panoramic spleudor. From the doons
| and dykes Of the widely-oxtcnded areas OF
! the Elks, tIoalcd the perfumcd breath of the
early Summer. Fort Defiance, the early
monument of Il warlike race, soon glded into
the dim distance, leaving Billy Fuwlcr's
/ sturgeon fleet and Jake Ciay'S miniature
dock yard far aStorn. The Devils Reach
was passed In safety. Frcnchtown, so near
and yet far, haSked calm and refulgent
! in the glistenimg sunlight. Far westward
fell the shadows, us the steamer laid her
( prov at the pier onco resonant with the
/ voice Of sitting commerce.
Sweet FrrEchtown, lovely village Of the
. marsh,
/ Thy glory has lcparted
We drprecsite thy cruel fate,
Aud mourn thee brokcn hearted.
Here embarked u goodly COMPANY, some
fifty in all, al, The chapel snhoui. Thumb
iplnt--purular!y called opium Point -
stretched its impeding finger seemingly
nearly across the river, but we passed it in
good ORDER Il splendid breeze from the south
testing the strength of every hair pin ON
board. Again at Merry's, then at Town
Point, and still again at Hyland's, tiocsedl