The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-09-09
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''Thcy won't come for youw at is
too hot to go," "lt looks like rainw
These and many more observations Of
a like nature greeted Pris and Cherry
at breakfast, and as the morning wore
on with no signs of the expected friend
the girls began to loose hope; but, just
before noon, up came "they' in the
person of Mrs, Goldenrod aud it was
their turn to laugh, After hasty
dinner, away they went, Down the
long driveway aud out on the country
road, past the school house where The
children We're out for recess, up aud
down through shady turns and over
babbling brooks till they reached the
quiet village of Tiptop. Here they
stopped, raided the post-otlice to the en-
tent of huge dinner pail and as no one
appeared to dispute their right to it,
one may conclude that thoughtful Mrs.
Goldcnrod had left it there ''to be call
ed FOR" Now the way is always up
ward, past pleasant homesteads on the
one hand and beautiful picture of hill
and meadow on the other. Presently
a sharp turn brings them TO Il gate
! through which they pass and find them
selves on the beginning of the mountain
road that leads to the steam saw-mill,
away up beyond the belt of woods into
which the road soon plungcs. And
such road, Great credit is due Mr..
! Chancewell, who had it constructed for
| the teaming between his mill and the
railroad, that it exists at all. The wa
ter bars were almost inumerablc and
| the worst places were covered by slabs
thickly oversprcad with saw dust.
Pris and Cherry walked up Tighten the
burden for the patient horse and is
they neared the clearing, groupes of
young cattle stopped grazing to look
inquiringly at the iutrudcrs. Pris had
prejudice against cattle in general and
strange ones i'll particular, so she armed
herself with the whip TO be ready for
the emergency that did not come.
Once in the clearing they looked back
at the magnificent river. Behind them
was the saw-mill with its many tints of
gray and yellow and its somber back
ground OF dark green, soldier like trees.
On either hand lay the forest from
which the passing mind brought 4
spicy odor and murmur of welcome.
Before them-but how describe that
wonderful panorama of hills and val
leys and mountains. The day has
grown cloudy, a haze dimmed the out
line of the fartherest SUBMITS till they
seemed only the ghosts of mountains
and the nearer ones, shading from a
faint blue to vivid green, crcpt close
up to the cultivated lands that surround
ed the farm buildings that here and
there dotted and gave life to the scene.
The mill was not running, the dwell
ling was locked and deserted and 81
lence reigned except for the singing of
the sweet voiced stream that danced
down from hidden springs above, and
the laughter and chatter of the merry
trio, as they improyised table from a
hand sled, brought water from the
brook and then attacked the goodies
that the long ride and tramp had made
so welcome. Then Pris, shouldering
the whip and whistling in as manly
fashion as a woman can, precautions
against probably oxen and possible
tramps, started for the woods. where
she gathered huge boquct of fir
! boughs and returned to the rest of the
party to be hailed witll-'Do hurry,
1t is beginning to sprinkler Just as the
last skirt Whisked under friendly
shed, down came the rain. Nothing is
done by halves in Vermont and Dame
Nature seems to have set the example
After few minutes, it held up and
then the party, arraying itself against
the invading element, started to ride
down the mountain. Alas for human
short sightedness They were hardly
ready when spat, pat, down came the
big drops; then pit, pit, pat, came the
little ones and in less time than one can
tell it, the prospect was blotted out and
sheets of rain came sweeping along,
Kissing and suffering as they struck a
surface, and reducing the occupants of
the open carriage to the unenviable con-
dition of mermaids i'll q twinkling
With streams of water running down
her gossimer and tiny cascades tumbling
from the brim of her hat, Pris, for fear
of accident, decided to walk down to
the first house. The rain poured till
they reached the desired shelter. where
, lOvable Mrs. Kindhcat allowed them to
drip and partly dry on her piazza and
by her cherry kitchen fire. At last the
rain ceased and, after much laughter al
good natured jests, the picnicers drove
to Mrs. Goldenrod's just ont of Tiptor
village, where i'll short time they were
:, shining in borrowed glory, little large
may be, but dry and warm, toastine
tired feet before bright fire and thel
doing ample justice to the supper tC
D. which they were soon called. A merry
evening followed the lighting of tho
= lamps. Then came the goodnights, 81
lence and darkness took up their abode
. in the house, and only the small vote,
q of the clock was heard as it repeated
. over and over to itself, Cline vii
= away" "Time will away And thu
6 ends the chronicle of day.
4 MARRIED.
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