The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1888-05-17
OUT In tine WOODS.
The Sentinel Scouts in
the Lights and Shades
of the West.
Confirmation OF tie swing
Around the Circle.
Pleasant Reading for the Hos
pilabIe Reader.

and its aged occupant,-the last
tie connecting the past with the
present history Of this Ash Cave
country-we continued on down
Queer Creek Canyon to within
short distance of Bloomingville,
the oil city of Ohio. After cir
| cling around on several nameless
ridges in the vain attempt to 10
cate some delinquent subscribers,
we shaped our course for Mr.. A.
G. Wright's Tin the Liberty Hill
dlstrict) reaching there just as
the dinner bell was ringing on,
the appetizing message: "The
midday meal is now ready" Ills
spouse recognized us on sight
frona the life like etchings IN the
Sentinel, and gave us welcome
in keeping with her royal enter
tainment.
After dinner, Mr.. Wright took
US ont TO view a fine body oil
growing wheat, which certainly
takes rank second to none seen
along our route. For the past
three years, the progressive citi-
zens Of Liberty Hill have sup
ported a Literary Society, and
once week some one of the life
topics of The day are handled IN
very credltable manner by local
orators and future statesman.-
Surely other districts throughout
the county world do well in
joining Liberty Hill in move
ment. having for lis object the
raising OF the standard of intelli-
gence among the masses, and con
sequently eleVating them to a
higher plane of usefnlness.
The sun $ rays were fast fading
from the delectable hills, Saiur-
day evening, as we made our de-
cent down into the village of
Bloomingviile. Railroads and
coal oil are the principal topics OF
conversation among her citizens,
who believe the dawn of a new
era is about to break in upon
| them, and turn the tide of pros
peri,y down through these rug
ge,l hills. Nothing much in The
| way OF drilling for oil is being
done here at present. One or
two of The wells are jealouslY
guarded by their owners, lending
TO this region the air Of the great
i Pennsylvania oil district.
The extension of the Adelphia
| and Kingston railroad through
| tLis section is only a question of
tine. The benefits likely to &C
crue from the proposed enter
prise may possibly be the sub
act Of a future letter.
From Bloomingville we made
a bee line for John Buchanan s
residence, down on Salt Creek,
where we banked our all in all
on stopping over Sunday to re
cuperate our wasted energies and
ruminate over the uncertainties
attending the average newspaper
solicitor on his annual pilgrimage
TO the patrons of his Journal. But
we were. doomed TO disappoint-
ment. Owing to the lack OF
household help, the gentleman
| said 1t would be impossible to
accommodate us. but kindly di-
rected our gaze to a farm house
some distance back among the
ridges, where he thought, we
| could likely STAY over Sabbath.
| Thither We turned with weary
hearts and stomachs that were
fast getting in shape to breed a
famine. After a toilsome climt
over Intervening ridges, we ar
rived al our anticipated "haven
of rest" only to meet with an
other cruel disappointment. The
gentleman was very sorry in-
deed, but circumstances were
such he didn't see how he could
possibly keep us. Before anoi!:e,
excuse could he framed. the jun
ior wing OF tho staff was in the
midst OF a steroiyped tale ol
how, IN a temporary lit of iuur-
naiistic enthusiasm, we had star;
ed out from the home office
counting on drawing a sufficient
amount at the Queer Creek bank
TO defray the rest OF the expcn-
ses round the circuit, but on
reaching there We found The
doors closed, owing to sudden
decline in Ash Cave hotel stocH
AS a result we were tinancia
wrecks, and unless taken in out
of the cold by some char:;ably
inclined person. We would be
driven to the dire necessity O
raiding milk houses by flight and
sleeping in barn lofts by day.
Looking aSkant at US he in
quired:
"Ain't you two newspaper
fellarss"
We replied il, the affirmative
Il thought as much," he re-
turned, letting his hand drift tt
his pistol pocket, "this Is the
fourth time that same old mossy
story has been sprung on me
The first to work it around here
was a fellow by the name of Par
son somebody. l fail to recall