National Republican., 1883-09-18
Home FROM new HAMPSHIRE.
The Trials and TribulatiOns One Meets in Bid
ding the Summer GOOdby.
The Interesting Incidents that Beguile
the Weary Hours Of Travel
The Fellow Who Defes The Infants-The Gush and
Glory Of the Bride and Groom.
The Pilgrim's Progress from Fall River
IN
The Pilgrims Progress from Fall River
to New York.
SDeefal Letter.

WAsHINGToN,s u, T., sept. 15.-The gay
parasols, fowered and ruflled, rcd, blue,
and white, are furled the bare, brown
hands, tanned with wind and sun scratched
with thistles and blackberry bushes, hard
ened by reins oars and rackots, are de-
corously covered with long, wrinkled gloves.
The men seem suddenly transformed into
tailors' dummies in stiff hats and long trou-
sers. Stiffness settles over the summer hotel,
whero silence, like poultice, comes to heal
the blows Of sound" The grand transforma-
tion scene has conceive are oil going home.
But if tho hotel piazzas are silent, the depot
is by no means so, as the chattering crowd
swarms over tho platform, exchanging fare
wells, moro or less regretful, cards, and some
times souvenirs planning to meet again next
summer, and clamorng for checks from be-
wildered country baggage masters. OF course
we all swarm into the express Office to get
weighed, ana smugglo satches and other
heavy articles on the scales with us to aid in
showing phenomenal increase. We plume
ourselves. immensely on our sagacity when
we deposit our traps in comfortable shady
side seats in car conveniently near ON a sid
ing, and 1t 10 only as our train Is swooping
down upon us that an indolent official, his
mann ers marked by that repose which stamps
the castle of Nere do We're, casually informs
us that that isn't the car that goes TO Boston.
Dire confusion and desperate plunging across
tracks, with your life and your baggage in
your hand. only to get what seats are left by
composed passengers peacefully settled into
the car, which is finally joined to the train,
with conclusion which shakes all your
parcels down on your head, and SO we are Off
to Boston.
At every station tho men get of, carefully
staying out of sight long enough after the
train has started to persuade the women be-
longing to them that they are left behind
with the tickets in their pockets, and return
with sensational stories about the enormous
number of passengers and the length or the
train, one Munchausenish narrator going SO
far as TO say that tho engine is already in
Boston, while the train is still up in New
Hampshire. At every station you see piled
up Egyptian pyramids Of trunks and as you
see them tossed lightly into the baggage car,
and mediate on your own trunk, and your
own best bonnet in it, cold shivers run down
your spinal column.
The train boy is much less assiduous in his
attentions, for well he knows that the return
ing summer boarder has little money to spend
on frivolities. At every station noisy parties
of returning travellers get in, their impedi-
menta of distinctly mountainy character
the young women with carefully sand
papered alpenstocks, tied with frisky blue or
pink bows. with cat tails or thistle puff balls,
or hugo punches of ferns and golden rod (;
the mon with long, slim bundles in canvas
cases, so carefully watched and so tenderly
handled that you know they must contain
nothing less precious than guns and fishing
rods. Of course all these parties expect to
find commodious empty seats on the shady
side waiting for them and loudly express
their regret at being separated, except the
twos who don't mind taking back scat
somewhat apart from the rest of the party.
OF course Maria staros sternly at the man
who weakly pretends to be absorbed in an old
newspaper and does not offer to relinquish
his inside seat SO that Jane Ann can sit beside
her, and mamma at the other man, who looks
attentively at the scenery when he knows
TINT she wants Jacky and Tommy and
Mary and Sally all to sit in the seat with
her. He rues his obstinacy, however, and
fees TO the smoking car before they have
been inIthe car half hour, for by that time all
the children find lit imperativeiy necessary
to feed, and proceed to partake of sandwiches
of an extremely buttery nature, brown,
moist, adhesive gingerbread, and clingstone
peaches, whose juice spurts forth in infant
Ceysers on bis necktie, while they stand peace
fully on his feet. They also relieve each
other promenading back and forth with a
small, thick tumbler, holding just water
enough to triclsfe over his trousers and into
his boots.
The one recreation that seems to present
itself to most people in the cars is to eat.
Even we, after loftily and scornfully derding
the infants gorging themselves across the
aisle at last succumb to the temptation and
dispose of an unmentionable number of the
doughnuts, or as she calls them fried cakes, +"
provided by our hostess. The chicken, Blair's
speciality, which he has cooked in perfectly
Delmonican manner, was for ever spoiled for
us by few remarks Of our opposite neighbors
at the table one day. OF course we all know
fowls have to be killed before wo can eat
them, but when our attention is called TO it
hxyo lialo lyn ia for
Bile reminder:
Son to father in loud nasal tones, Just as our
piece of white meat with delicate dressing is
set before US. 81 see them kill those chickens"
Father to son, with eager interest, Did ye?
How many'd they killY"
Son. with statistical calmness. "Twenty-
eight"
Father. "How'd they kill emp"
Son, with rising enthusiasm. "They chopped
their heads soG with an AZ, and then thcy
Hoped all around, and they were all bloody"
&C., with many additional appetizing details
Result, strictly vegetarian diet for that day
for one party at least
Speaking of " fried cakes" reminds me OF
several other little provincialisms which af-
forded us some amusement The first time
the waitress concluded her announcement of
list of desserts, quite braiemanlike in its
gibness and uuintellgibility, with "mcat
pie" | stared at her wildly with visions of Mr.
Wcler's "meat and 'ammcr" floating through
my brain, and didn't take any. But when saw
my next neighbOr eating piece of remark
ably good mince pic / rather regretted my
caution. Again, whom | met our hostess
with whom l was rather f,ivorlte, less, |
fear, from my endearing qualities than for the
world wide renown given to the establish.
ment by the letters in The REPuRLtCAN) and
1 she asked me if we had tack" in our room
| was completely tioared, and was only saved
from betrayng my ignorance by the rapidity
with which She went on to say that she had
! sont to Laconia for more tucks, but that they
had telegraphed her that she had bought
| them all and still some of tho guests CON,
planned of being cold at night, and the
chaymaids had to put their shawls ovei
lthem, and so on and SO on; but
by this time l had discovered that
tack meant n comforter for your
We'd. and meel1ly replied that we had one.
bgretted afterwards not having told her that
Ne had a tack, but would like a nail, as we
fund it rather tight fit for two, but !
bAong TO that unfortunate class of conyersa.
tnalsts to whom those brilliant repartees
meier occur until il is too late to use thcm
and who 60 about afterwards telling them tC
thef friends as things they might have said
or things they thought OF saying.
WA lwent down in littIo parenthess tc
/ Lynn in the grimiest possible train, labeled
i "Marnehead," and looking for all the world
n like te one so vividly described by the
\ authorof "Cape Cod Folks," with an enor-
II nous sipve in tho middle of the car, sug'
H gestivo Pf untold tortures when it was IN
full bAst. Being sadly deficient IN