Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1882-05-13
FLYING TRIP TO WINCHESTER
BUNKER HILL, May 6, 1882.


our own neighborhood, | was in
duced to take a little ride few days
ago by my friend, E. I. II. Not
with any particular point of destina-
ton, nor with any other object in
view except to take ride and make
observations. Accordingly we were
comfortably seated on a blackboard,
behind Eds celebrated trotter,
"Aleck Shepherd" and struck due
south from our rancho. We were
soon hailed by the citizens of Rest, a
pleasant little hamlet on the Winch
ester and Martinsburg turnpike,
thee miles from Bunker Hill, estab-
lished by the Misses Payne only a
few years ago, and now consisting
of one store, post-otlice, one black
smith shop, and several private
dwellings, which has already given
it the appearance of d thriving VII
lage. | expect the day is not FAR
distant when it will boast OF It's
churches and mechanics of different
callings. as there is no doubt but
these enterprising ladies Will olfer
great inducements to settlers III Ghelf
infant village. AS we were on the
wing and could not afford to stay
long in a place, we took up our flight
and was waited by gentle breezeS TO
Bransontown, only one mile turtner
on. AS Ed is always on the alert for
a customer in his line of business,
we halted few minutes to talk
business. This neighborhood is al
most entirely settled by that class OF
hospitable people known as Quakers,
among whom one always feels at
home and never fails to meet with a
plain but cordial reception. A barn
raising at Mr.. Hugh Lupton's, in
the neighborhood, however, COM
PEELED us to be brief and to the point,
as all seemed anxious to get to the
raising. Whether actuated by the
fun of the work to be performed or
attracted by the luxurious vlands
which / know friend Lupton had
prepared, | know not; but we could
see that he intended pleasure first
and business afterward, so we cluck-
ed to "Aleck" and lit at Stephen
sons Depot.
Nothing particular seemed to in
terest us at this point. We were
neither complimented nor recogniz-
ed; nobody inquired into our bust
ness, nor did they seem to care
whether we were "sport" preachers,
but | am rather inclined to think
that they suspected us of belonging
to the latter class, hence the cool
ness. But we were not seeking ne
toriety nor "Scheidam Snaps" SO
our imagination led us to believe
that somebody wanted to see us in
Winchester-and we found 1t so.
We soon entered the city and at
once interviewed Mr.. Reardon and
sampled some of his goods. He gave
US a very warm reception, and
revived the sinner man. We soon
began to realize our independence
and Importance, and paid ou1 re-
spects to several of the nOtables,
among whom was Mr.. Lloyd Logan
ST., gentleman who has spent a
a long and profitable life in the
tobacco business, and who is now in
the winter of his life, honOred and
respected by all who know him.
1t is impossible for man to know
how much he is worth or how wise
he is, until all the avenues of his
towering intellect are opened 10y the
inspiration of a certain kind Of spirit.
| can't say that either of us exercise
much egotism ordinarily. In fact, |
prefer to avoid anything of the kind;
but | confess on extraordinary oc-
casions | become very self-important
and nobody can tell me anything |
don't know. This was an occasion
of pleasure and profit and not for
instruction, no favors of any kind.
1t being near dinner time the Chief
of Police waited upon us and desired
an interview, but as we suddenly
remembered a previous engagement
we could not give him an audience.
/ dare say he would have expected
us to dine with him, but we prefer
to buy chunk of cheese and a few
crackers and eat and fly. So we
mounted our blackboard and turned
Mr.. Shepherd Jour steed) homeward
and scooted. Upon our return tC
the home of our boyhood we were
greeted with the kisses and bliSSeS
of overjoyed wives and loving chill
dren and banquetted by our Outside
friends. 1t was enough to melt oul
tender hearts with gratitude and tC
put us under everlasting obligations
to those who honor us. The weapon
with which Mr.. Reardan armed us
was made of elastic glass and to con
vince you of it's harmlessness, al
though loaded to the muZZle will
elastic ammunition, we leveled it al
several of our friends and shot them
in the neck, but every fellow recov-
cred, without experiencing any bad
results.
Thus ended our flight to Winches
ter, but / cannot close till | say a
word about our people OF home:
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