The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-12-04

armed windmir1s and quaint white
farm houses. All these in front and
on either side Of us, while behind US,
as our ship went sailing sailing, LOOM
ed the city, larger now that We could
see all of it than it had seemed when
we were in it, with countless spires
outlined against the dark eastern sky
and countless windows flashing back
the light of the sinking sun. 1t was
rare vision and when at last the
growing darkness had shut it from
my view and turned to go below, the
reflection that had looked my last
upon the beauties and the splendors
and the wonders of the Old World,
brought with it a twinge of some
thing very like inconsistencies.
[ The boat was crowded with passen-
gers, and as we had not engaged
berths before coming on board, the
Man and / found that the only place
reserved,for us was place on the floor.
1 was fortunate in finding an Out-of-
the way corner where there was but
little going and coming, but the Man
happened to make his bed in a hall
way through which the stewards had
to pass frequently in the course of
their duties. L slept the sleep of
WEAKNESS and seclusion and a clear
conscience; but whenever at intervals
through the night heavier swell
than usual jammed me up against the
side of the ship and awoke me, 1
could hear the Man softly swearing,
in his calm, explicit way, because
some laundering lubber had stepped
on him.
When we went on deck at day
break the shores of England were in
sight. An hour later we were at the
the wharf and in another hour we
were speeding toward the Great City,
across tho loveliest country, verify
believe, that is to be seen anywhere
on this earth. 1t was nine o'clock
when We reached London, and it was
like getting home to walk again
through the busy streets that weeks
sojourn had made so familiar. l don't
like cities. The noise of them and the
hurry and rush, and the shut-in feel
ing that their blocks of great houses
give, and the hard faces one meets,
Cypress me and weary and
sadden mo. But if L had to choose a
city for q home / know of none in all
the world 1 should so soon select as
this same mighty London. 1t is such
a world within itself 1t is SO full Of
beauty and mystery. There is such
endless entertainment in the mere
contemplation of the ceaseless tide of
human life that Gibbs and flows
through its myriad streets. 1 can
easily understand how the fascination
of it might rest forever upon him who
had once yielded to its spell, and
make life spent anywhere else seem
worse than wasted. My friend and /
might have taken an early train and
gone on our way within an hour after
We arrived. But we remained seven
or eight hours and drifted about with
no other object than-just to drift
about. 1t is great, great city.
-
bennington, q small town Of some
1900 population situated on both
banks of the "high-complexiOned
Leam," is not a place of any special
interest. But it is in the heart of the
Shakespeare country. Warwick cas-
tie is only two miles away, Kenil-
worth castle is six miles, Stratford on
Avon is nine miles, and the battle
fields of Tewkesbury, Edgehill, Eve
sham, BOsworth and Naseby are all
within easy reach. And so we stop
ped here on our way from London to
Liverpool. One of the things have
wanted all my life to do has been to
take long walk through rural Eng
early breakfast, we started out to
walk to KenilwOrth castle. The day
was perfect, bright and warm, but not
too warm, with air as clear and brac-
ing as if it had swept straight from the
Kansas prairies, and it was inexpress-
IDLY delightful to walk past the rich
green fields under the shade of great
trees, past the matched cottages and
the great houses. The great houses
all have some name, neatly painted
on the entrance gate,-after the fash
ion that the REGISTER long ago urged
the farmers of Allen county to adopt
The last part of this name is always
either "House" or LODGE. such as
"Pendragon House." or "StOneleigh
Lodge" 1t is a pretty good sign that
a man is proud of his home when he
gives it a name, and that he is there
"tO stay" and his children and grand
children after him. 1t does not take
long stay in England to learn that
the farmers are the aristOcarts here.
They are proud of their homes, proud
of their calling, and would consider
themselves inexpressibly Inundated
if they should be obliged to give them
up and go ''tO town" to live; which
strikes me as being about as it should
be. The roads are narrOw-what is
the use of country road being more
than 30 feet wide?-but they are paw