Connecticut western news., 1890-07-23
Our Scribbler Takes a Ramble.

Getting out of bed at 8:15 last Sun- day morning, your scribbler discovered that it was nice, cool. pleasant day for this season of the year and not being filled with desire to go to church, accordingly robed himself in negligee shirt and his everyday clothes and concluded to take tramp of @ few miles. After eating bountiful break fast and putting few cookies in his pocket to use as light lunch, he, with three companions, started for Lake Wangum, on Canaan mountain. Thinking that the party would be home about the middle of the afternoon each and all carried very small lunch Your scribbler having never been to the lake before, confdingly placed his trust in others of the party and they led him up a road which seemed to want to go up into the sky and tip over onto us. After walking some time up this precipitous road the scribbler complained of being hot and on investigation found that the precipitation dripping from his probos cis and chin had moistened his shirt to such an extent that in order to be com fortable it was necessary to wiring it out. Anon the scribbler found that no one knew the way to the lake and information was asked for at the cabin of collier, but nothing could be found out there except that there was another cabin some ways up, where informa- tion could be obtained We walked on distance, but finding no cabin decided to strike across the gulleys and hills and make the tower our objective point Ip doing some questioning your scribbler found that none of the party knew the way there and there was some discussion whether we should go through the woods or go back to the foot of the mountain and commence again. It was decided however to take the cross cut and the scr1bbler brought up the rear with an expression of Chris tian resignation mingled with Pagan fortittde upon his countenance. After completely circling the mount on which was the tower, during which time stories of rattlesnakes were told and information was volunteered that the ground and underbrush through which we were travelling was an excellent place for the reptiles, the party arrived at their starting point at the foot of the 1 mountain. An expression of weariness was noticed on every countenance, but | on that of the scribbler was also noticed 1 traces of the horror he had endured taking of their light lunch they pro- ceeded on 8 different route to the tower, which was reached after many stops and scrambles, during which the scribbler had become thoroughly dis gusted with the whole proceeding Not. to speak in a joking manner the view from this tower surpasses anything I have seen in many moons.
 It was now pretty we'll along in the afternoon and our appetites slightly whetted. some of the party suggested 8 the lake was not over two miles further, timidly asked the party to go on. We'll | we reached the haven of our hopes Lake Wangum-after tedious journey through the woods, at 5 o'clock p. m. Not wishing to desecrate the Sabbath by hiring boat the party lay on the bank and recruited their latent energies. Enquiring the most direct route to the East Canaan furnaces we started on our return journey. Anon our stomachs began to feel like vacuums and as oar combined cash capital was sixty cents it was decided to purchase food there with. A convenient farm house loom ing up out of the bushes met our view so we stopped and purchased one of the most appetizing pies ever eaten by hungry mortals.. Nothing of interest occurred on the homeward journey except that one of the party fell asleep but as he had got so used to following on behind it did not interfere with his onward progress in the least. At 7:50 p. m. the scribbler found himself again at home, foot sore, weary and bis tobacco all gone, and on reckoning up he found that he had walked about Is miles over those delightful mountain paths.