Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-28

Squire Ryerson n his wife come into
church. The family sets In tn same
square pew now, but there's no waitin' for
nobody to come in. Seems if reverence for
man what owns that house now is at the
bottom O. all the to-do goin' on in Pompton
to-day. New roads, new houses, new folks
an more new-fangled notions in peoples
heads'n tn Almighty Himself could knock
out of 'em."
'rWhy, man alivet' cried the Innovator,
"Can't you see that the rise in real estate
these things bring about increases the value
of your farms 100 per cent"
"An' how bout increase o. taxes7 I tole
'em how 'twould be when they run them
two railroads through Pompton with three
deep-Os within half a mile O. one another
Says 1, mo good ken come O. bringin' sober,
honest country folks thin an hour O. New
York City,, says L Some day they'll see I
Sweet Music Of the Thrushes.
We turned sharply between the Falls and
the hotel, rounded the shoulder of q hill,
swathed to the summit in hemlocks, and
were in the heart of forest. The air was
laden with resinous fragrancej vistas,
golden-green along their length, opened
here and there into the sunshine.
"stopr. was the next command And
'Iistenp'
We hearkened vainly for minute. Then,
from the golden-green boskiness on the left
came a musical whisper-a tentative call.
It was answered from the right, and further
down the hill, and the recitative glided into
chorus. The thrushes were at vespers
The poetess, as chief guest, had place on
the middle seat of the sundown, and the
quotation, inevitable in the circumstances,
came from her.
That's the wise thrushi He sings each song
Lest you should think he never could recap
ture
The first fine, careless rapture.
''Them brown thrushers is master hands
for gittin' cotched, assented MI. Van Win
kle.
In driving by, his strident tones took up
the tale. 81 mind ther' was lady boarded
one summer to Smiths on tn Pompton
Plains road, what was Almost crazy bout
them thrushers. 1 druv her over here my
self a couple O. times, an you'd thought
she was a-listenin' to q concert at dollar
head She went up n down the road three
or four times week to the city. Jes' like
a man. Their is them what thinks she was
some kind of a workin' person. Others said
was Almost a-perfec lady, for all she was in
editor of f--," uttered The In
novator curtly over his shoulder to us.
"she spends her summers here when she
can"
First Glimpse OF the Landscape.
Still climbing, we were among billowing
hills, softly clad in early summer verdure;
wave after wave, in tints subdued by dis
tance, drifted up against the horizon The
heat and rush of the city we could almost
see were an impossible dream. We might
have been in an Adirondack wilderness The
air filing our eager lungs was robbed Of
sea-rawness by passage over two chains of
mountains, and freighted with the freshness
and scent of a thousand acres of forest
heights. Another abrupt turn brought us
out once more upon the macadamized road,
and we were still climbing.
'Iooki o, lookl"
1t was general gasp of ecstatic surprise,
rather than a cry.
From the crest of the long hill we over
looked the Pequannock Valley. Ramparted
on three sides against world ignorant of
the beauty thus interlocked, the landscape
smiled up to the bending heavens. Fertile
fields, environing substantial tarmsteads;
clumps and copses of trees; winding high
ways followed by rows of dwellings that,
now and then, knotted into hamlets, each
with its white spire pointing in silent sig-
nifcance heavenward; the flash of many
waters, like silver ribbons and shining
shields-and about and beyond all the ever
lasting hills. Gentle, benignant hills, with
slow, generous curves and much embracing
of one another, and, as far as the sight
could carry, range upon range, the last fad
ing into the dim blue of the sky.
An Old Thing to Van Wrinkle.
ether hez been quite few has gone on