The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-08-27
Written for the srFrER,l
A Ramble with A Breeze.
by JENNIE ZEPHYR,

Bang! That was the sitting room
door. Whisll! Flutter! That was q
photograph and numerous papers fly
ing into different corners of the room
The cause of all this connection was A
Breeze, Esq, rather disorderly guest
but very welcome one ON hot SUM
MGR day. "What are YOU in the house
for, such Il day rs this?n lie answered
dancing around us as we tried to rescue
the papers before they took another
start: 81 am going upnorth to help
friend with his haying," and before We
coudrcply, he continued: 'put on youl
hat and so with me-"
The invitation was tempting, and af-
ter a moments delay our family sat in
consultation and finally decided to ac'
cept it. Buckskin was caught and har'
messed, hamper of good thugs tucked
under the carriage seat, and three peo'
pie left "The Nest" in high spirits and
flying colors, with A Breeze as escort
and guide.
Down hill, through cozy c., up the
steep ascent, past the school house and
familiar farms; on and on we go till
we have passed the "Dovc-cot," when
the scenery became new and unfamil-
lar. The road, like yellow ribbon,
takes occasional turns to the left, and
as we rise higher and higher the beauty
of the landscape increases. Near at
hand gentle hills rise and fall, beyond
them stretch fields of grain and new-cut
grass, looking in the distance as if Dame
Nature had spread her patchwork quilt
to air. Here and there are groups OF
gray farm buildings, each with its Sill
gar orchard and grazing cattle, and still
beyond the beautiful background of va
riegated green-the grand old NOM
tains. BY and by the farms grow few
er and the scene wilder, the song of the
bird and the chirp of the insect replace
the voice of man and the clink of tho
milestone. Again we come to farm.
lands, catch glimpses, through the trees
of house here and there, but upon
reaching it we find it deserted; roof.
are falling in, windows stare at lis VA
cantly, the door says OH its hinges, anG
the one time garden is given over tc
the briars, and the tall mullen and
golden-rod nod at us, as if to say, "seC
how soon nature claims her own after
man departs" On we go, past Other
gray ruins, and up, up till it would
seem as if the mountains would block
our way. But here the road turns again
and we see a CLEAN of white in the dis.
lance. 1t is cemetery; a fitting appen.
dix to the desolation we had left. But
sad thoughts are soon dispelled as we
hear, in the distance, the cherry shout
of our hay-makers, and presently oul
whole attention is given to lodging in.
quisitivc branches that peep under par
asols and ruthlessly disarrange hats and
hair The road now leads right through
the woods, the trees interlace theil
boughs over head, spicy odor fills the
air, merry brook talks to itself as il
hastens toward sunlight, and, directly
we rumble over crazy little bridge and
almost into the hay field. "There arc
the boys! Hurrah!" And out comes the
handkerchiefs, and Que daring woman
utters mild shout. Then we try to sec
which of our boys is which. Yes, that
is Al. Willing-hand Oh the load, Viii
Steady -and-true is pitching OH, and Ell.
lis Sprightly and Harry Helper are IA.
king. By this time we had alighted
shaken hands, and were made heartily
welcome. Buckskin takes a deserved
rest in what was once wood shed fol
the house, like so many we had passed
is deserted and fast falling to ruins)and
we unpack the luncheon and prepare tc
make ourselves at home. In the house
we found plaster, paper and glass eve
rywhere, and A Breeze, who had beer
cutting capers in the field, rushed in al
the broken window, whisked up dust
and gleefully asked us if we were moi
glad VIC came. Indeed we were. We
ate lunch off door placed in a horizon
tai position and supported by two boards
the grindstone occupied what was the
sitting room in better days, scythes a.
dOrned the bed room and the only nat
ural feature abont the plac e seemed tt
be the cider in the cellar. After luncl
we roamed over the place, picked ber
rics, rode in the hay cart, leaving hail
pins, as souvenirs, las we went, and filled
our lungs with such pure invigoratine
air that we wished we could bottle some
of it to take home. There seemed tt
be few neighbors in the vicinity but W.
learned that his satanic mejesty has
summer residence about mile and ;
half further on, and were only deferred
from calling on him by the fact that hi
was away on business. Before the de
lights of the place were half exhausted
the sun warned us it was time to star
for home, so bidding adieu to our kim
hosts we turned our faces southwark
and rode away. Again the grand pan
Drama of hill and valley, farm, fores
and mountain lay before us, with th'
golden glow of sunset upon it all.
Tired with our days pleasure we 81
lently watched the shadows lengthcn
and yielded to the mystic spell of twi
light, natures hour of prayer. So en-
ded our ramblc, and as we closed tn,
doors for the night A Breeze whisper
en- through the keyhole, care you no
glad you accepted my invitation today
We were, and Aug.-will remain here
after red letter day in our calendar.
To avoid as far as possible risk of In
lection in SURGICAL u,,uureS, professor