The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1890-10-07

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his passion, but she would Jump the fence
and flee like q frighted faWn with a split
| stick on its tail, if such q comparisoI may
be permitted. At last he won her, and
married her quietly in his working clothes.
The nearest justice of the peace was then
in England, and so rather than wait he
was married informally to Utsayantha by
repeating to her with great ~solemnity the
following stanzs:
Ena mena NINA mo,
Catch a niger by the toe;
When he hOlers let MIN go;
o Z 7 spells out.
While this had no special bearing on
the case it awed U~tSAyantha, and she went
home very much imp, essed, indeed. That
fall a little russell baby came to bless their
union. The blessing was all he had with
him when he was discovered.
Then the old chief Polka Dot arose in
his wrath, to which he added a pair of
moose hide moccasins, and he upbraided
his daughter for her course. He upbraided
her with a piazza pole from his wigwam.
He was very much agitated. So was the
pole.
Then he cursed her for being the
mother of a ] breed child, and stalking
18th he slew the white man by cutting
open his trunk and d~iSarranging his veins.
He then wiped the stab knife in his tos,
sing name, and grabbing his grandson by
his swaddling clothes he hurled the sur
priSed little stranger into Lake UtsaYantha.
By pouring another pailful of water into
the lake the child was drowned success
fully.
Then the widowed and childless Utsa-
yantha came forth as night settled down
upon the beautiful valley and the day died
peacefully on the mountain tops. Her
| eyes were red with weeping and her
breath was punctuated with sobs. Put
ting on a pair of high rubber boots, she
waded out into the middle of the lake,
where there is quite a deep place, and
drowned herself.
This should teach US never to kill a SON
in-lew without getting his wife's consent.
When the old man found the body of
his daughter he was considerably morti-
fed. He took her to the top of the
mountain and buried her there, and ever
afterward it was said, whenever any n
spoke Ct the death of his daughter and
her family, he would color and change
the subject.
Stamford, at the base of this mountain,
is a ive-hours' ride from 'Weehawken,
and according to my notion is the ideal
mountain resort. God has done mucnfor
Stamford, and DR.. Churchill has encour-
aged nature in a good many ways. It is
a neat, handsome village, with just enough
civilization to soOtEe existence and teach
US to pay for what we get. We often
find spots where nature has broken the
record in getting together the elements
Of health and beauty, but man, poor, weak,
measly man, gets in there, and rObs and
holds.up and knocks down and drags out
his fellow till the angels turn away and
weep on each others shoulders. Just as
the meRnest and most pestiferous fea-bit-
ten and soulscarred man of the comnun-
ity generally marries the most angelic girl
in the school and uses her mostly to start
a row of graves with, in each of which he
deposits a new and choice wife every two
or three years, so unprincipled men with
greedy eyes often flock to the beautiful
sites for thriving towns, and there cling
upon the corporation like big red cater
pillars till one by one it's fountains dry up
and the dead leaves in the parks fall upon
the mOss-grown and sodden paths beneath.
At last, old and fabby, with nothing to
feed upon but the Shiny "reminiscences of
successful obstructionism and swift decay,
they cling about the cracker barrel and
sour cider Of the last mercantile relic of
the place, and brag over the grave of their
persisted possibilities, and cackle with
devilish mirth over the money they have
say ed the town."
Stamford, by some singular accident,
has fallen into good hands. That is why
the same people have been coming here
summer after summer for sixteen or
eighteen years. That is why the place is
a thrifty little e~ighteen-ka,at ornament to
the already beautiful brow of nature.
That is why the comfortable homes and
hotels overflow with happy, hungry and
contented guests, and it is why their chill
dren's children, for many generations will
fee from the loud smelling pandemonium
of disembowelled and fetid Broadway to
breathe the atmosphere of clover scented
fields, and forget the hot anguish of the
feverish, selfish, hustling pelt, peeling
town in the hospitable homes Of Siam
ford.
This is not a page from a forthcoming
guide book to the Catskill, but the sincere
sentiments of a plain boarder who pays
every week and leaves a mighty small
margin for his landlady. I speak thus of
| Stamford because / would have thanked
any good friend to tell me the same thing
a year ago, and thus saved me much tire
some and expensive search.
BILL NYE.