The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-08-11

is experienced IN the glad free life Of the
picnicker is always before the picnic On
the evening before he makes the excursion
he is to full of sacred pleasure an lavender
colored tranquility for anything. He
glides about the house softly warbling to
himself the fragment of some tender love
song while he packs the corkscrcws and
matches and other vegetables for the NOR
row.
was placed in command of party Of
ladies, who had everything arranged SO
that all needed to do would be to get into
the buggy and drive to the mountains, eat
my lunch and drive back again. like to
90 with party of ladies, because they
never make suggestions about the route or
how to drive. They are just as tull of
genie trust and childlike confidence and
questions as they can be. They get the
unch ready and get into the buggy and
keep thinking of things they have forgot
ten till they get 400 miles from home, and
they sing little pieces of old songs and
won't let the great horrid man in charge of
the excursion have any lunch when he gets
hungry because they are hunting for
romantic spot beneath the boughs of a
magmgcent elm, when every sane man in
the, territory knows that there isn't an elm,
big or little, within ,432H miles.
We went up in the mountains because we
wanted to 60 where it would by cool. Asa
search for cool resort, this picnic Of ours
was the most brilliant success. We kept
going up at an angle Of forty-fve degrees
from the time we left home until we had to
get out and walk to keep warm. We got
into one Of the upper strata Of clouds, and
a cold mist mixed with fragments of ice
cream and large chunks of hail and misery
about the size of a burglar-proof safe came
gathering over US. Then we camped in
the midst of the mountain storm, and the
various ladies sat down on their feet and
put the lap-robes over them and looked re-
proachtully at me. We lowered around
under the buggy and two or three half
grown little parasols and watched the
storm. 1t was a glorious spectacle to the
thinking mind, They began to abuse me
because | did not make q circus Of myself
and thus drive away the despair and mis-
cry of the occasion. They had brought me
along, it seemed, because was such an
amusing little cuss 1t made me good
deal sadder than would have been other
wise. Here in the midst of wild and bit
ter mountain storm, so thick that you
couldn't see twenty yards away, with moth
ING to eat but some marble cake soaked in
vinegar and piece Of cold tongue with q
red ant on it, | was expected to make a
hippodrome and negro minstrel of myself.
burst into tears, and tried to sit on my
feet as the ladies did. | couldn't do it so
simultaneously and so eXtemporaneously,
as it were, as they could. | had to take
them by sections and sit on them. Ny
feet are not large, but at the same time
cannot hover over them both at the same
time.
Dear reader, did you ever sit amidst the
silence and solitude Of the mountains and
feel the hailstones rolling down your back,
melting and soothing you and filling your
heart with great surging thoughts of the
sweet by and by, and death, and the grave,
and other mirth provoking topics! We had
now been about two hundred years without
food, 1t seemed to me, and | mildly
suggested that | would like something
to eat rather than die of starvation
IN the midst Of plenty, but the ladies
wouldn't give me so much as SAM
handwich to preserve my life. They
told me to smoke if felt that must have
nourishment and coldly refused to let me
sample the picked spiders and cold pressed
miles. So, in the midst of all this prepared
ishoid, I had to go out into the sagebrush
mes ort raw graashoppers and pricky pears.