The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-03-02
From the Baltimore Sunday Herald.
remember WE'LL

From the Baltimore Sunday Herald.
! remember well!
1t was in the mellow hush of 6
beautiful evening in one of the ear
Hest days of October last; just sucf
an evening and hour in which life
loses its sharp edges and angles
of care and thought and lapses into
the indistinct sweetness of a dream
while returning from a favorite walk
through deep and extensive piece
of meadow land, eloquent because
of its profound seclusion, en-
chanting because it was freighted
with the breath of wild flowers, the
song of birds, the soft glow of sun.
light and sprinkled with tender,
dreamy shadows from the arched
houghs overhead, that | reached
the conclusion-for the idea had
already engaged many idle mo-
ments-that | would make a trip of
a week or ten days to the wild
woods-as far beyond the range of
civilization as time and circum-
stances would admit.
From the earliest blush of rounded
boyhood | have loved the woods,
its tall trees and deep shadows, the
forest streams as they go playing
over rocks, diving under the logs,
whirling away undeK governed banks
dancing over the pebbles and spread.
ing abroad quietly, as if asleep in
still places-the wild and primeval
solitudes, where | can be alone with
nature in her unadorned simplicity,
away from the barbarism, so to
speak, of civilization-where | can
act and talk and think as a natural
and not as an artificial man, where
| can be off my guard and free
from the weight of that armour
which the conventionaEties of life,
the captious espionage of the world,
compels us to wear interrupted by
the thousand enticements which So
ciety everywhere presents to lure us
into unrest.
While my mind dwelt on this
contemplated trip had sunk down
on the gnarled and messy roots of
tree near by and was watching
half idly, half curiously the slant
ing sheen-like rays of sunlight as
they stole through the thick leaves
and fell across the water at my feet,
when suddenly the thought came to
me that far back in the purple twi-
light of the beautiful long ago the
closing year of nv professional tute-
lage was passed in the beautiful and
romantic city of Cumberland, Nd,
called the Mountain City" be-
cause it was almost surrounded by
mountains. While so engaged, in
one of the hot summer months, at
the suggestion Of the gentleman in
whose office ! was a student, and
from the further fact that l needed
freedom from books-intellectual
rest in outdoor exercise-I turned
my back upon the glare and heat
of the city, its eternal jostling and
monotonous noises, and made for
the northwestern portion of the
county, Allegany, which is the ex-
IRENE northwestern portion of the
state, distant some so miles from
Cumberland, where | could rough
it for few weeks.
| selected this portion of the
country for many reasons. l had
been informed by parties in whom
| had the most implicit confidence
that anywhere in the glades or along
the tablclands of this section Of
country, 1t mattered not how hot
the weather in other parts of the
the country, one could always SLEEP
delightfully."- under pair of blank
cts at night and have a delightful
breeze during the day. This il
then so much needed, for at that
time the thermometer was in tho
COS during the day at Cumberland
and the nights seemed intolerablC
because of the heat. That through
this section was but very sparsely
settled, yet l would find the best
milk and mutton that the WORLD
could produce, with plenty of goo(
and substantial dict. That tn,
mountain streams and those flow
ing through the glades were filled
with the most delicious trout, al