The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1882-09-08
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LETTER FROM COL. FRRRZE.

The miasma which crceps along tire river
bottoms and low-l lying valleys is too heavy
| to rise In the atmosphere TO the mountain
tops upon which hang the rain clouds.
So far rs | know it has not yet been de-
| termincd nj what altitude Hay Fever
victim is relieved flom his sufferings.
This point which is said to be twenty-five
hundred feet high, presume above tide
water, is oi u sufficient height to answer
the purpose. | have just enough of the
genuine symptoms of Hay Fever here to
show me what would be suffering at
home. The objection to the place is its
| inaccessibiity-from Bloomsbury, across
the country, forty miles, from Muncy
twcnty-two miles, from Hughcsville seven
teen miles. Of course, the certainty Of
ease from suffering, and rest from labor
enables man to endure some inconve-
| niencies, but can easily conceive what
| n crowd of visitors railroad, reaching
the lake, would bring to its delightful
| shores ana walks
Some OF the convcniences Of our late
| civilization are here already. A telephone
| to Laportc and Dushorc. where you reach
telegraph line, brings you into contact
with the wicked outside world but owing
| to the peculiar way in which Uncle Sam
uel carries his mails, it takes about three
| days to get II letter from Bloomsbury
| We are therefore sent back to the times
when Il newspaper week old was news;
| the British army might be drowned in the
| Red Sea for week before we could hear
| of IT. or Stewart and Beaver might be
| beaboring each other with Mcclure
holding the sponge; or the Kilkenny Kat
| fight of Konkling and Kornell might be
ended for many days before the echoes of
| Eaglesmere could resound with shouts for
the victors, or sighs for the vanquished.
However, to people who do not desire
any such excitement, the days pass quiet
| ly, and the long August and dreamy
| September are the aftermath of child
sorrows nor business vexed the long day,
nor disturbed the sound sleep of the in
creasing night The days of the week and
| even of the month seem not to impress
themselves upon your attention, they come
and go and make no sign, and leave no
mark upon the progress or business of the
world There are persons here from
Hughesville, Muncy, Williamsport Milton,
Bloomsbury, Catawissa, Philadelphia and
New York-they come and go-they walk
and boat, and take excursions upon the
steamer and battoe, and say good bye, and
we see them no more.
For myself | have been busy giving the
last touches to the first part of my Ellis
tory of Columbia County," and which
send you herewith to be put into the hands
of the type-scttcr. In the intervals of that
labor have been amusing myself trying to
read Molliere's Dramatic works. but have
found it not so amusing as | expected.
French comedy is not to my taste. There
are good many amusing scenes, as there
ought to be in over thirty plays, but as a
whole they are disappointing
OF the lake can add nothing to what
said year ago The ruins of glass works
are still standing, but storm and frost will
before long, tumble the ruinous walls, and
the beautiful hill which they now crown
will give place to some residence, which
it is to be hoped will do honor to its mag
nificent location. AS said, its inaccessi-
bility is its great drawback. But engi-
neering skill may yet enable train of cars
to scale the mountain tops, and if so, |
fear the quiet dreamy life we are now
leading will be gone forever. Why should
the scream of the locomotive fret the rocks
of quiet, sunny, sleepy EAGLEsMERE