The Butler weekly times., 1890-01-08
Harry slipped away with the parallel


progress on the ode on Science" that
those deep and cavernous regions Of
solemn bass foundations with the ambi-
ton Of bdss1 praruzado.
The moon was hanging over the dark
shoulders of Greylock. and the lights
gIlmmering on Stafford Hill. as he re-
turned Il was Z crisp night. with
CLEAN Of frost crystals everywhere in
the bare harvest fields. the blue gentian
pastures and alluvial cranberry mead
ows. He continued 70 sing-he could
not help II: the piece haunted him.s
Nothing at all SO wonderful as the ac-
complishment Of that piece by the sing
. ing-school had ever before come into his
experience. The words, too, were mag
ical 10 him-like new world. So. in
! the new creations OF the poet and COM
poser he logged along. singing, until he
came to the graveyard where Captain
.Joao Stafford and the heroes of Ben
ning;on lie buried. and then he contin-
/ ucd to 'rhtSfif the same tune. \ boy at
that time did not know what might hap
/ pen when he was passing a graveyard,
The next morning Harry received
/ the same peremptory summons to atten-
f. tlon-'Boy," Now, this was not intend
. cd in this strange case to be reproachful
toward Harry, but To let prudential Eu
| nice understand that in this case of cas-
uistry his mind was made up.
Boy. bring that old roam horse, and
will put on his back the two bushels of
corn"
! Eunice heard the order. and she knew
that the laconic word was meant for her
ears. She said nothing but went on
grinding coffee, pounding locker.
mixing Johnnycake, straining milk,
boiling potatoes. breaking eggs, ''settin'"
| the table, ''Shooing" the hens from the
doorstep, feeding the dog, and scat
| ting" the cat. and all those varied and
! multiple of duties that fall 20 the ex-
pe:ience of a thrifty farmers wife for
the sake of being supported.
The sun rose rcd over The valley
and intervales. The blue jays seemed
to blow about screaming. and the crows
cawed in the walnut trees The con-
quiddlrs had ceased to sing, but there
was 4 clipper OF squirrels everywhere.
One could hear the old mill-wheel turn
ing in the distance two miles away. The
trees on Park Lane. the scene of the
Mason farms. were blazing like an arm J
with crimson oritlammes, and fat tur-
keys were gobbling around every farm
house for miles. This was the farm re-
gion of the famous Cheshire cheese, one
of which. weighing more than l.20G lbs,
had been presented to President .Icffer-
| ElInr I oil f,,p
the merry farmers. and preaching all the
way to Washington and back while exc
cutting the famous commission.
After breakfast. Harry brought the
sorrel horse to the door. and Eben.
whose benevolent heart had prompted
hinl to duty in spite Of itself, put on
his back the two bushels of corn, 50 as
10 form a kind of a saddle. one bushcl
one side, and the other on the other.
Take the corn to the mill" said
Eben: have it ground. then take thf
meal to Peter Eugg, and be sure to tel
him that sent it,.
Harry was no idiot boy like that il
!, Wordsworth's tale of Bette Foy. bu
, this morning his wits went wooI-gathcr
ing The ode on Science and his mu
seal triumphs of the night before hac
quite tiIrncd his head. and lc started
: off singing:
The morning shines from the ,ast,
? And spreads is el0ries to the west"
. This was literally true. The mo~nin,
was bright and the air exhilarating. ant
the mountains in all the over-foods o
$ glory most inspiring. After singing th'
n Ode on Science. Harry essayed ''Majes
r ty.' and he made the woods ring with
On cherub and on cherubim
2 Full royalty he rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying ell abroad
lie made even the chipmunks run
and the grave jays stop to listen.
He was a happy boy, very happ,
boy. It was long way from the re-
house and barn of Eben Browns farm t
the great wooden mill-wheel on tn
:, Housatonic, but Harry did not urge tn
roam horse, who had no disposition to b
y urged. Why should one travel fas
" when every thing is bright and beauti
full?
Eben had tied the bag tightly tn
night before, after he had reduced tn
: four bushels of corn to two. He pickle
CHANGED to scatter over the floor, and pu
it into the bag.
Now, in the house there were mice
slv mice And when all the family wer
) in the other world of dreams on tn
night before, one or two of these mic
:" had explored the kitchen, and, fndin
:, not so much as single kernel OF corr
:. after all the vigorou sshelling, had eac
"a gnawed a little hole, one in either en-
~ of the bag, and had made dainty mea
. and slipped away. leaving the two httl
} holes. The motion of the sorrel hors
as he walked mathematically along, b
:. gan to slip out the corn through eiths
- end of the bag, slowly at first, but vez
freely at last, unperceived by Harr.
whose mind was on wings in the faro
y musical sky.