Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1889-02-08
A COMMUNICATION.
Written for the HERALD.

TO soar aloft on the wlrgs OF imagl-
nation, and fancy himself in the
garden of Eden making love to Eve
and surrounded by all the ideal ere
ations an exuberant Imagination
could suggest. Brother Cowper
died too soon. lie should have
fingered with us until Charles 7.
Fitzgerald erected his saw mill At
Lake, and secured the position of
night watchman, and his aspirations
for Lodge in the wilderness would
have been gratifiod, his cravings for
solitude and the society Of barbara
ans realized, and his general fitness
for lunatic asylum clearly demon
strated.
However, twas not to expatiate
on the rawlings Of Bro. Cowpcr that
| began this effusion; nor yet to
paralyze the readers of the BUD by
display of polysyllabic profundity,
culled from dreary contemplation
of the slabs and sawdust around me,
and the odor of fried pork emanat-
ing from my grub pail, that induced
me to mount Pegasus, but rather to
emerge from my obScuritY, and from
the lofty eminence Of a slab pile
allow the dazzling rays of my lumi-
nous intellect to penetrate and illume
the dark recesses of ignorance and
vice, and, viewing it thus, where
can | find a better reflector of the
Ipyrotechnic splendorS Of my Uranium
than the BUD, or who will be more
benefited by its effulgent glow than
the denizenS of Island Pond! But
before entering the arena of moral
disquisition, and philosophical rati-
ocination, a brief description of the
country we inhabit, with an account
of the natives, form of government,
ETC., may not be inappropriate, there
fore " Let her go, Gallagher!"
Leaving Island Pond by way of
the Grand Trunk, Tor If financially
defunct, Shank's mare,) you in time
arrive at Lake Station, where Steve
Nichols hack, loaded with slabs,
awaits the festive dude who scorns
perambulation. Mounted on the
hack, and with the soft side of a
spruce knot for q cushion, you begin
the ascent Of Mount Fitz. AS both
Steve and his nag are averse to rapid
travel on even the best of roads, it
follows that on this they cover a
mile in less than a week, perhaps,
and consequently in time you reach
comparatively level ground, where
good view of the surrounding
country can lie obtained, and | pre-
sumo this is the proper place in
which to interject a few sentences
descriptive of the rugged beauty
Alpine grandeur, sublime dreari
ness, etc., of the desolate region
spread before us. Bat verify, my
friend, | have piled too many slabs
inhaled too many tons of sawdust
and tramped too often over the bar
rem hills of Vermont to enthuse Will
bliss at the sight of rotting stump,
and dropping trees, even when ar
rayed in natures most gorgeous
habiliments, and shall not, therefore
bubble over with ecstacy at sight o
them here. But, "your pardon, m,
lord" In venting my exuberan
verbosity forgot that l had lief
you on Comparatively level ground
somewhere down the mountain, APP
plying poultices, perhaps, to tn
confessions caused by Steve's cuSh
io,asi IF you will now cast you
optics heavenward and scrutiniz,
the horizon closely you will observ,
a thick volume of smoke "rlsin,
above the tops of the snow covere,
mountains" 1t marks the end 0
our journey-if we ever reach it. !
hovers over the city of honest tot
and little virtue, over the abode 0
greasy Canuck aud lean Yankee
beef loving John Bull and pratt
| adoring Paddy, the home Of labor
and "Soup de Ia BouiNon." Con
tinuing our advance up Spruce Az
enue we suddenly emerge from tn
, gloom of the forest and behold tn
city of Fitzville in all its glory;-
, solitary saw mill in the wilds o
, Vermont, and another proof of tn
! vim and enterprise, business sagacit
: and persevering industry of Georg
| H. Fitzgerald, whose mills and sta
{ bles, farms and trotters, bull pup
: and spawned steeds are keepin
: more of us from the poorhouse thar