Daily Republican., 1880-06-02
AMONGST THE BLUE ROCKS.

AMONGST THE BLUE ROCKS.
AN Afternsen Drive through Dart
Of Brandywlne Hundred-Bights
and scenss and Chats by the way.
There 10 nothing more pleasant at
thls season Of the year than with q good
team, such as cur friend Money on
French street above Sixth keeps, to lake
ride sut to tho country and meander
around amongst the wheat and grass
fields Of Brandywins I'D. stopping anon
to quaf the ics cold bubbling elixir Of
life rs II gushss FROM beneath the blue
rocks and lnossy oaks that svsrhsng
the saucy little rippling streams that
run laughingly along until lost in the
larger rivers. Such a trip had an at
&aohe Of the REPUBLICAN, last Friday,
wNh Billy" one Of Moneys best pets,
leaving the city at two O'Clock, after
sboWsr had filed the cutters in the
southsSn part Of the city, laid the dust
comfortably and cooled off the sultry
atmospheric. The showers seemed to
have fallen Xn marrow strips Of territory
through the Spnntry, and even in the
Ninth Ward thu dust was scarcely laid.
At Shell. pot CNesk we left the much
Travelled PhiladeiR iRhia Pike and tnrn-
ingwestward we followed the windings
Of the streams, ann over the blue
rocks for which Brandy ylne Hundred Is
noted. Passino the IittlS rural school
where young lady was tsScning some
half dozen "young ideas how 70 saoot, =
we came to Harry C. MahafN ; sarm'
Harry Ia an enterprising young Warner
and had splendid field Of corn. we
involuntarily thought Of husNng
match next fall and thefcur and twenty
yellow legs baked in pie. Recrossing'
Shell pot on county bridge and up
hill we came TO the Shipley estate
nestled among the cedars aud great old
oaks of q csntury's growth. Here is
romance indeed. the gate, the porter's
lodge, the winding drives, all remind.
ing MS of pictures Of the feudal ages
when knight errantry was in vogue.
But we must pass along. Still mp the
hill we go, and another beautiful
country mansion, buiit Of Brandywine
blue stone, breaks upon the view. On
the front porch sat gentleman looking
out over the tree tops to the white
sailed schooners plying up and down
the Delaware. A nearer approach con-
yinced us that we were in the presence
Of our old Wilmington friend Edward
Bringhurst and this was his country
seat. In obeysnce to kind invitation
We alighted, took look around his
beautiful corn, grass, vegetable, and
fruit lots. Anybody ought to be hap
py living in place like. this. There
was no cod fish aristocrisy about this
place. While we were "ieneDing
up" Mrs. BriDghurst came in from
feeding the chickens and Immediately
proceeded to wedding the truck patches
s'Shs is q wonderful woman to work"
said our friend, and we fully conceded
with him.
a short distance farther on stood an
other country mansion occupied by
Dixon and surrounded by enc
Of the finest farms in Brandywine Hun.
ired. Along here the ram had fallen
heavily and the wind had broken some
limbs from the trees. All along there
we're magnificent fields Of wheat, corn
md grass, indeed as friend Bringhurst
IL: Notwithstanding the
Try weather there never were bet
vr crops" Turning at . right angle
rom Mr.. Dixon's we travelled eastward
gain in road over which storm had
ust swept ahead Of US. There were
numerous limbs blown from tho tees;
wheat and grass were lying fat on the
round, and even q few hail stones had
lit the foliage Of che trees and knocked
LEVIN some Of the young corn. Jesse
'harpe's farm on this road is model
arm. Mr.. Megginson is the farmer and
le seems to know all about farming.
On We went and soon we emerged
gain to the Philadelphia Pike at a
'oint where 3. Sharpley Perkins farm
ONES upon the soene in beautiful
'icture Of bold relef. We had intend
d to stop and have a good o'd fashion.
d talk with our old friend Sharpley,
mt he was in town selling berries and
'taters," and SO we had to pass on.
90 soon TO return to the city we passed /
p the pike as far as Claymont taking
q the beauty Of the river and shore on
ur way, and on our return We stopped
0 see how,,much Mr.. Perkins got for his
erries, but he had not returned from ,
market still, and slowly as we could
1ake "Billy" walk we came on I
. Mrs. BlaokwelI's beautiful little
lace adjoining Riverview Cemetery
there ws spent the hours until the
.sol Ok the evening birds had ceased
, be heard. Here Ss.l -s.h Mr. John s.
alley, Mrs. Blackwell's son.in-la1, we
pent couple Of hours and talked over v
lden times and the next President, and
,on after "Billy" whickered as or.
Ioney led him to ais stall. Readers, If
Ou want ples1ant drive go ever the '
sme route. II
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