Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-23
THE CAPE COD FOLKS,
Bill Nye Runs Up to Cohasset From
His Skyland Thought Works.
HE HOBNOBS WITH THE GREAT.
Social Calls Upon Cleveland. Booth, Jeffer-
son and Robson.
THRILLING INTERVIEW WITH A BEAR
CORRESPONDENCE OF THE DISPATCH .,

CAFE COP, MASS, Aug. 2O.-Marvelou,
are the ways of travel in these days, anG
how little sympathy is given to the tale Of
the tired old cite wig" of other times who
means over the loss of 'them good old
days" So far as I am concerned, he is
welcome to his good old days. 1, too, have
tasted of the times when travel was free
from conventionality and coal dust, but !
do not pine for the return of those days
I can recall the days when our family
clothed itself from the wool of their own
slender flock. and when my mother cut out
| nv clothes by means of pruning knife.
People who criticise my appearance now
| should have cast their eyes over me then.
But look now at the swift and beautiful
schedules of our vast railway systems, grid
ironing, as I may say, the great and pros
porous land. Everywhere, too, new
pleasure and health resorts are springing
up. From Bar Harbor to st. Augustine,
the entire Atlantic coast is fringed with
beautiful seaside cottages and taverns for
the rich, the middle-sized rich, and even
those who can afford only day or two by
the side of the old smelling sea.
I started few weeks ago from my North
Carolina retreat, and in "a enjoyable hours
was in New York without change. IT was
not the first time 1 had found myself in New
York without change, and by recent ar
rangement the Pennsylvania Railroad
which, by the way, 1 have always regarded
as one of our most talented and gifted roads
has established sleeping car service, by
means of which, without change, the New
Yorker may, inside of "a hours, find him
self in the high and healthful hills of
Western North Carolina with an appetite
certainly out of proportion to his income.
Reversing this order, came up on a
train, arriving at Jersey City at 4:3O. I
then walked on board Fall River boat at
$50, on whose decks as 1 arrived a delight
full band was playing "See the Conquering
Hero Comes" Hastily doffing my dapper
little speckled straw hat, placed in charge
of the steward, Mr.. David Washington, a
large watermelon, which I had hurriedly
bought and concealed in shawl strap, and,
going forward, was soon seen chatting gayly
with a bunko man, who said that he had
often been delighted by my rare genius and
such things as that. He was q man, too,
whom do not remember ever to have saw
before nor since. How many new acquaint-
ances one may pick up about New York if
he shows pleased and joyous nature.
LIKE A COUNTRY HOUSE IN TOWN.
New York is about eight sizes too large
for me sometimes think. Cohasset is more
my size. Large towns make me shy and
snort like grass-fed elderly farm horse at
the Fall of Babylon fireworks. Inferior
people notice me with scorn in New York
and comment on my sylvan methods, but up
here associating with Mr.. Cleveland and
Herr Joseph Jefferson and Mr.. Booth and
Mr.. Glider and Mr.. Robson, all of whom
ars sturdy woodsmen, raising their own
vegetables at enormous expense, feel less
skittisk
Mr.. Jefferson said: "Come up. Here
you are safe. There is not bunko man on
Buzzard's Bay"
So we took passage on the Why? new
repaired most of the time, he says, for the
he has a nice yacht at the paint shop or
the plumbers 'just getting the finishing
touches put on it." He claims that yacht
most always needs something done to it to-
morrow, and then it takes day or two for
the paint to dry, and then you suddenly
look at your watch and find that the sum-
mer is gone and work begun. Is it not SO
generally in this life? Oh, how often I
sometimes think that terrapin and Johannis-
berger go with insomnia, while health and
hunger often go with low spirited bread
and prune sauce.
P1NING FOR THE LONG AGO.
Oh, take me back. often cry at night, as
the soft winds moan through the costly
laces of my easement take me back and lay