The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-02-07
PROVOKINGLY COMMENTED.

II an age when grumbling at the wea
Their becomes the safety valve for all
serts Of Ill humored megrims, it is some
thing too asgravating to find the person
you are nost i'll the habit Of talking with
always in a state of idiotic contentnent
with said weather. Now this is the case
with nag neighbor Pitman.
In sunmer, when the mercury bolted
up among tl.e nireties, he would come
to the front door with beads of perspira-
tiou standing out all over his red face,
and would look at the sky and say,
"Splendi:i! perfectly splendid! Noble
weather Tor the poor and the ice COM
pauiss and the washerwoman! / never
saw such magnificent weather for drying
clothes. They don't shake up any such
climate as this 10 Italy. Give NE my
umbreller, Harriet, while sit ont hsre
on the steps aud enjoy it."
In winter, when the mercury would
creep down tG fifteen degrees below zero
AID tho cod was nearly seytle enough
/ IL freeze he inside Of Nssuvius, Pitman
| would sit ont on my fence and exclaim,
NOW, Aielcr, did you ever see SIGH
weather as this? | Ike an atmosphere
helps the coal trade, and gives US good
skectirg. Don't talk Of summer time to
me-! Give ne cold, and give it me stiff
When there was drought Pitman
used to meet me in the street and re-
mark, "N0 rain vet, see. Magnificent,
isu't il? | want my weather dry, | want
it with the dampness left out. Moisture
breeds fever and ague, an ruins your
boots. If there's anything despiss, it's
to carry an umbreller. No rain for me, il
you please
When it rained for week and flooded
the country, Pitman often dropped in tc
see me- and observe, Il dunno how you
feel about this yer rain, Adeler, but ii
alters seems TO ne that the heavens never
drop no blsssn's but when We have q
long wet spell. 1t makes the corn jump
an cleans the sewers, an keeps The
springs from gettn' too dry. | wouldn't
give a cent to live in a climate whsrs
there was no rain. Soak me through an
through to the inside Of my bones, and
feel as if life was bright and beautiful
On a shovery day, when the sun shont
brightly at one moment and the next The
rain poured in torrents, Pitman has beer
known to stand at the window and eS
claim, .Harriet, if you'd asked how
like the weather, Td've said, Just as i
is now.' What l want is weather that il
streaked like bit of fat an lean bacon
"A little shine and little rain. Mi:
'em up an give us plenty Of both, ant
I'm yer man..
} Pitman is always happy i'll a thunder
storm, and one day after the lightnin!
had knocked down two of his best apple
trees aud splintered them iuto fragment
aud the wind had torn his chimney t.
pieces, I went over to see him. lie va
, standing by the PROSTATE trees, and b
at once remarked, Did you ever know
, man havin' sich lack as this? | was 60
ing to chop down them two trees tomor
rer, an as that chimney never drsw'(
r well, had concluded to have it rebuilt
An that gorgeous old storm has tixet
things just the way | want EN-. Put m
in a thunder storm and let The lightnin
: play around me, an I'm at home
, They say here IN the village, and
must believe it, that one day Pitman wa
upon his roof fixing shingle, when
tornado struck him, lifted him off, car
| RED him quarter of mile, and dashe
him with such terrible force against
fence thst his lee was broken. As the
, carried him home, he opened his eye
, lauqaid'- and said, What storm tina
WIS. When it does blow it suits me If
, blowa hard. I'd give both legs if w
! could have ssuall like that every day
II Then he became lnsensible.
: If cont eminent is happiness, then til
, life OF Pitman is one uninterrupted c0u
njti,r OF bliss yY i1SltT