St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1885-01-15

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accommodate me with board for few
weeks"
"May ask what you do for a liv-
in'f7
81 am professor in Barneville col
lege"
"You amt one Of them snake-catch-
ers an bug hunters ?"
"I know something about reptiles
and insects, but | expect to amuse my
self 10y collecting the minerals and
plants of the region
''Stums. eh There amt been stun
hunter in these parts not seuse the
time of the Jollylogical Survey, an
! there's right smart of queer stuns here
yet Plants, eh That would suit my
! Hetty, if she was to home, for she's
got lots of 'em upstairs in books-Lucy
Annw
A tall. neatly dressed old lady came
to the door and said .'Well 2"
"Can we make room for a stun
hunter?"
Lucy Ann surveyed the Professor,
who smiled at the scrutiny, and then
said, "There's plenty of room; but if
this gentleman be hunting minerals,
there'l be nice pair to clutter It's up
And with laugh she rctreated.
"Approved 10y the high powers, y
said the Squire laughing. ''Who
brought you over? see now John
Adkins. John, bring in the Professors
things. Sit down and rest yourself.
! There will be no difficulty about terms,
| think"
The Professor soon found that his
informant had been right. He had
come to the best place. He was as
signed neat and pleasant chamber
opening upon a flower garden, at one
end of which were several hives of
bees, which made pleasant humming.
while the Odors from beds of fragrant
herbs smote pleasantly on the nostrils.
From the windows he had n fine view
of mist covered ridges i'll the distance,
over "A long stretch of undulating val
ley. dotted with fields Of grain, patches
of woodland, farm houses, and out
! buildings, and herds of kline grazing in
their pastures. When supper time
came he found the comforts of the in
ner man would be we'll cared for.
| Whether Miss Lucy Ann Martyrs or
/ the plump hired girl who brought i'll
I the dishes and waited on the table
was the cook, it was evident there
was somebody about who could cook.
/ Scientist as he was, the Professor liked
to eat. But is not good cookery the
sum of science?
The next morning early the Profess
or arose, and brought down his belt
and satchel, prepared for an exploring
! expedition. To his delight he found
his host overhauling similar equip
mcnt
"You sha'n't have the best things
without sharing" said the Squire. al
| shall give You my time for to-day, and
after that You can paddle your own
canoe. YOu won't find any cOrundum,
which used to be abundant. baggcd
all that long ago, and made Il pretty
penny out of it. But you'll not lack
specimens saved lot of duplicate
crystals, and you can pick and choose
from them ut your leisure"
They made a day of it, and the Pro-
fessor came home ut night with his
sack full and his pockets crammed.
After that lie went alone and explored
the neighborhood thoroughly.
! A week passed on and the Professor
heard of Il quarry fifteen miles off,
which abOunded in kyanite and black
! tourmaline SO he walked there to he
absent two days.
1t did not turn out as well as he ex-
pccted and he started to walk back
next day. About noon he was within
Il mile OF Martyrs Nest, and crossed a
field to cut short Il turn in the road,
when he heard female voice crying for
help. He looked up and saw Il young
and pretty girl mounted on the top of
a haystack and making frantic signals
for assistance. He got over the fence
to see the cause of these extraordinary
motions, when II demonstrating bull
pranced around from the other side of
/ the stack The Professor got back
/ again. He comprrhcnded the sitna-
ton.
keep where YOU are he cried,
"until | drive the bull Off!
1t was supcrtiuOus advice, and his
purpose not easily carried ont. He
threw stones at the bull; but he was
not To be diverted from his object. The
| animal would prance forward, below,
and then resume guard over the stack.
Then bright idea struck the Pro-
fessor. Linen liandkerchiefs are in
convenient for travellers, and for min
eralogists i'll particular, for they are
bad for use as sacks when satchels and
pockets are full. He had provided
himself with stout silkeD bandanas,
and had one in his pocket. AS Alex
ander Dumas would describe the affair
1t was of a bright red.
He drew it from his pocket.
He waved it frantically.
The bun saw it, and made a dash
for the offensive thing.
run, young lady ~ cried the Pro-
fcssOr from the safe side of his fence.
The girl ran, aud got safely over the