The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1889-03-07

blue skies and glow Of the sunrise from
the eastern plains and the sunset over
the western mountains. Il is leaving
the glad isles Of Hesperian fable for the
hum.dium Of Office life, but yet that
Office is in the Highland Hills in great
Ohio, and the loved ones Of earth abide
near by. Then imagination carries me
on wings Of love blackjack to where
the stars are shining with their constant
faces on the roofs where sleep IN peace
the ones left at home. It is after 0 by
the clock in Denver, but it is past II in
Hillsboro. Into the Pullman-away we
go--click-click-sixty miles an hour
over the wide expanse once called the
American Desert, but now the home Of
civilization and the abode of thrift. As
the wheels go around lie in the berth
thinking, "well this Is roughing it with .
vengeance Talk about fellow for
pleasure or scientific research burning
himself up in South America, or freezing
in the Arctic Circle. Think of people
enduring fatigue on the deserts of the
Nile to hunt up old ruins, or hurrying
over Europe ill.fed, robbed and laughed
at when they could ride in q vestibule
car like this to and from Wonder Land
in a day and night. Well, no man is too
old to learn. Like the Saint Joe man,
no more mountain climbing for me.
Hereafter will look at them from the
car windows or in the safe seclusion of
the foot Of hills. A man is said to be-
come reasonable being after he passes
forty. Before that first impulses lead
him on, and reasons come afterwards.
Am ! still afflicted with the desire to
wander. Yes, but in different mode.
If can go in Pullman to see anything
new, can 60 in safety and -" Asleep
The curtains of night are lifted and
the morning sun glints on the prairie
the curtains of the hearth are drawn
aside and the negro porter looking in
says, "Jedge,yo want to gitup-9o'clock
what you have for breakfast, Jedge?
Thank ye, ,Jedge, be ready in a few minits,
soon's you gifts washed, fixed and de
berth deranged," and then an all.day
delightful ride and night closes on us at
Kansas City where, with grip in hand,
step out and thread devious way to
the dining hall. My vis-a-ris says,
"Hello! where did you come from This
time?" "And where did you come from?"
recognize man whom / had met on
Lake Huron and fished with at the
Hundred Isles. "Well / have been in
Mexico. You just ought to 60 there.
That's the king bee of trips" So it goes.
Every fellow who has the wandering
fever thinks the last place he sees the
best. walked up to the cigar counter
and there placidly smoking his pipe
stood solemn visaged school teacher
whom had met at Colorado Springs
One morning was sitting on the porch
OF the inn when this individual came
slowly out of lattice door, and looking
towards the Pixies Peak range opened
his batteries thus: "Is that Pixies Peak ?"
ut is" 'Is that snow on the side" "If
the court knows herself and think she
do, that are is snow" 1T don't look as
tall as expected" and back he went
into his den. After breakfast he was
taken to the D. & r. G. train bound for
San Francisco. He had seen Pixies
Peak. Our recognition was mutual. He
had seen all orer, he told me, the Cali.
fornia coast, Yellowstone Park, Idaho |
and other places, and was now going
back to Ohio. A year afterwards met |
him in Virginia doing the springs and
caverns. The same placid countenance,
the same recognition, and as l parted |
with him in Richmond / saw that fate |
had marked him for an everlasting tramp.
started for the North Adirondacks,
and he for the Black Dome of North |
Carolina How the rambling instinct
grows One scene is visited, you hear
of another and never rest until you have
seen it also. The eternal refrain forever
and forever is-move on, move on.
Your trained tourists part at one place,
to meet again and again, never annoyed,
never disconnected, never erumbling,
never fault-inding, always courteous, |
always obliging and dominated by the |
single passion as they leave one spot to |
seek tomorrow for fresh fields and
pastures new" CHI