The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1881-12-08
In the Country.

On last Friday, in company with Marshal
Owens, we struck out for ramble through the
hills and briar- patches of Liberty and Scioto
townships. We went to the"O. s." depot to
take the "6:l5" train. Away down the track,
near the old Globe Furnace site the train was
standing, and somewhere about seven O'Clock,
we started at a snail's pace down the rickety
track.
This railroad is q curiosity. The employees
are all "superintendents"-fro the poor shall
low-pated plug who handles baggage on the
''mail train" on up to the greasiest dope-dipper.
They are all conductors. Get on one OF these
strains" and a half-dozen spruce young chaps,
with two-pound brass watch-chains, and four
ounce plated rings upon their fingers will file
by you, and you're fortunate if you do not have
to pay all the orphans your fare. Nobody
knows anything about the road, apparently.
Whenever an engine happens to be hitched on,
the train starts and goes somewhere. 1t is
strange, sweet railroad!
We succeeded in getting to Cove Station with
out getting off the track. Here we struck out
through the fields. After an extensive tramp
of about three hours we arrived at the residence
of Joseph Swan. Joseph is one of those men
who won't put up with any nonsense, and
when he told us to come around in time for
dinner, he meant it. $50 did Owens and ourself9
While hunting on the high ground opposite
and shouted to us to come to dinner. Arrived
at the house, we were soon made to feel at
home by Mr.. and Mrs. Swan, and Mrs. Hanna.
After being seated at the well.laden table, and
after devout thanks had been offered up by
Mother Hanna, we preceded to show these good
people what couple of Jackson hunters could
do IN the way of eating, when they "let them
selves out" Mr. Swan is comfortably situated,
and has been making additions to his house,
and improving things generally.
On the high ground opposite Mr.. Swans resi-
dence is a small enclosure in which a neat mar
BILE monument marks the last earthly resting
place of Tylus Hanna, who died in 1862.
Further along toward Cove Station, is the
farm of William Bennett, who used to own the
David farm, near town. Mr.. Bennett was in the
field, husking corn.
Going down to the station to take the train
for Jackson, Mr.. Calm informed us that the
train was due little after four o'clock but that
it sometimes didn't get along until nearly dark
But it came along directly, and we got aboard.
We had our dog with us, and got into a filthy
baggage car. Shortly diminutive animated
jumping Jack came into the car. We asked it
if it was conductor. 1t said it was. We handed
it some money and told it to take out the fare
After whilea plug, whose countenance is in
disputable evidence that asylums for idiots are
necessity, came along and asked for 25 cents
laIe lOr our Jug. ETOnpttu ny d leeliuS VI
charity for the poor creature, we gave him
quarter. The first fellow was conductor" This
one was "baggage-master and conductor" If
all the conductors had been on board, we would
perhaps have been required to pay one fare for
our gun-one for our boots some for our coat,
and so ON.
What a wonderful metamorphosis was here
eXhibited in the human race! From the honest,
industrious Jackson county farmers, to these
dan xUbn fit for
nothing saye 10 demonstrate the Darwinian
Theory!