The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1885-06-25
Our George Takes a Vacation.

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that be overdoes the thing, as the man did
when he prayed for rain. About the time |
started from home, if there was any kind of
weather that the masses really needed, it was
! the wet kind, and although | intimated that |
/ could take umbrellas and waterproofs. and that
he need not make any special weather for me,
yet he insisted on getting up batch of that
sort that Lowell speaks Of
And what is so rare as day in June?
! Ihen, II ever, come perfect DAYS:
Then heaven tries the earth. if it be in tune
AND over 1t softly her warm ear lays.
And they were perfect days, ony-and don't
say it in fault-findng way-there were one
or two days when heavens ear seemed a LITTLE
just teetle too warm.
| We left home in Uncle Mace's private team.
Charlie Shaw driving. BY the time we arrived
In Burnham, l had got fairly awake--seven
O'Clock is such beastly hour ID start-and bid
ding good bye to some friends who had come
! up with us, we got into one of the new Pull
man Palace cars, which now run between Bos-
ton and Bar Harbor. l am used to elegance
/ and luxury, was born in it, and have rolled in
1t ever since, but l think that my eyes bulged a
trtie on entering that ear. 1t is one of the fin
est cars the Pullman Co. run, and their coaches
are not generally dump carts, and if one is to
ride all day, the money paid for seat in one of
these cars is well invested. A nice lunch is
served, which saves one boiling one of these
railroad eating house meals. Really the proper
way to serve one Of them. is to load it into Il
gun. and fire 1t into the traveller. In the first
place it would save time, and the second and
better reason is, that the victim would not taste
what he was eating. Arriving at Boston, we
/ went to the fremont House, and made ourself
known TO Mr.. q. W. Wilson, and were taken
care of. | am of the opinion that Mr.. Wilson
must have been once cast away on desoIate
island. else he has stopped at one Of these re-
frigerator hotels that one strikes occasionally
and while enjoy ing such solitude and desola-
ton. made VOW that if ever he had ANYTHING
to do wit hotel. that he would make the
guests fee! if they had not made a mis-
take, and got into receiving tomb in
stead of hotel. At any rate. he made it
warm for | hadn't been there a great
while before | felt that | owned a small
block Of stock in the institution. Moth
ing that | can say will add to the reputation of
the House. but when | am real well treated |
like to go and tell of it. | found the house was
/ undergoing extensive repairs. The huge gran
lite steps, up which one went to get into the Of
flee, are taken away, and the office will be in
the haow square in the centre of the house. 1t
will be high and lighted from the top. 1t will
be finished in elegance. and have all the mod
ern improvements and be probably the finest
motel office in the city. The change Will give
some forty new rooms, besides two new din
ing halls, which is something the house now
lacks. AS there are now but two. and it is not
convenient to serve supper to parties and
clubs, as both the dining halls are in constant
use for the guests of the house. The repairs
will take nearly all summer, though they hope
to get into the office by Sept. The total repair,
will amount to some $4,000, and when COM
rleted the fremont will have better claim
on the travelling public than ever. The prop
erty is owned by Mr.. Montgomery Sears, and
the propretorS of the house are Silas Quincy
n Co., who have kept it for many years.
From Boston our route was by the Fitchburg
anu W. ttutldl IOau>, up through BelIOWS
Falls to st. Adams, where We changed cars for
Ogdensburg. At Swanton, the next stop from
St. Adams, the door of the car opened and in
walked Mr.. Sanford Mathews. of Belfast. Ifmv
great grandmother had come in dressed in a
Mother Hubbard, ! should not have been more
surprised than was to see him. NV ewes in
Stincively sought the lapel of his coat to see if
pollceman'S star glittered there. but seeing
nothing of the kind, asked him in that courte-
Gus. modest way have. ''where in the ID he
came FROM" and found that he was from home.
and otfon little business and pleasure trip that
he was going to Rochester. \. Y, where his
son Frank was to graduate at the Rochester
University, and then home by the way of Mag
ara. As his route and ours was over the same
road. he joined us, and for several days we
travelled together. You may pick up all the
new acquantances you please, but when you
are away from home, there is nothing 50 pleas
ant as to meet an old townsman, unless YOU
happen to owe him an unsettled account.
AT Ogdensburg we met Mr.. +. W. Angler
who is still in the Gen'l Ticket Agents Office,
and has charge of the pasteboard there. |
learned that my collection of letters, which the
Q. & l.. G. r. r. published. were having great
give away" requests coming in for them from
all parts of the country. little thought when
| wrote those letters to the journal. that they
We're destined to cast such gloom over our fair
land. | cannot But feel that the present bust
ness stagnation is caused by the simultaneous
stopping of all hands to read Notes along the
Way, by Our George" | never expected to
reach this dizzy height-mv head swims now
and by tine way, that is all the way | ever could
swim. sink out of sight quicker than does
the solitary oyster in a church fair stew.
While in Ogdensburg, Fred took us to drive.
and we found the city in June to be most
beautiful one Wide streets, with trees and
walks on either side, and beautiful residences
all well kept. One notices, however, want of
land about the houses, nearly all of them being
set very near the street, but there is a certain
terror in a lawn mower, that will make me
shove my brown stone front clean up to the
sidewalk | don't believe that | could ever
learn to push one of those little machines over
lawn, and make myself think ! was PLAYING
billiards; but if ones bank account allows one
to run mower by proxy, then should by all
means set my house back good distance, and
have a beautiful lawn in front.
Last year [ passed through this section lust
in the midst of hop picking, and one can form
no idea Of the quantities that are raised here.
An Eastern man. in the cars sat at the window
looking at field after field of hops, which are
now some two feet high At last he could stand
it no longer and he exclaimed good gracious,
what do these New York farmers do with all
their pole beans?' and when told that they We're
not beans but hops, he looked as relieved as if
he had taken of pair of tight boots.
These hops are a curious vine, by the way.
always supposed that a hop vine and a baby
knew how to creep without being taught. The
baby may but the hop vine does not. 1t can't
shin pole any more than cod fish, unless it
takes lessons. 1t is like kitten, it don't get
its eyes open for some time. 1t comes up out
of the hill and lays sprawling on the ground
till 1t is taken by the nape of the neck so to
speak, and wound around the pole few times,
and then tied there. After that it will seem to
catch on, and learn why it was put into the
world, and will then shin up the pole like
little man. 1t is not half as intelligent as a
beam AT the proper time the ''pickers" come
around and twist the vines around the poles
and tie them, and then come back in the pick
ing time and pick the hops, which by the way
arr int In