The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-09-07
A Week at Williams Grove,

EprToR Posi-. Saturday, Augusi
~, 1873, is n memorable day i'm the
history OF the Crescent Club II
was on that day we journeyed TO
that far famed spot, Williams Grove,
to spend week in camp. We mr..
rived mt our destination on time and
found everything full of life and
gayoty. We had come to spend n
week with the Grangers, the "horny-
handed sons of toll and one might
suppose that in order To be i'm fbc
SWIM 1T was necessary to have hay.
seed III your hair. We found II.
however, quito different
Our journey was crowded with in
tercstlng events, and the warm re-.
ceptlon We received at HARRISBURG.
Mechanlcsburg andby Coloncl,Thom-
as ana ms assistants upon our mr.
rival nt the grove was Il happy end
ing to the first chapter. Al head.
quarters we were directed TO tents
No. 10 and IL, where we laid down
our burdens and proceeded to- clcnusr
! ourselves from the dust of travel. ur
ter which all hands set TO worl, and
IN short time had our camp look
homo-liko and inviting.
Inc week was one of unalloyed
pleasure with few executions
whcro Providence iutervcncd. and
winch could not be aycrted hv the
unsilnted hospitality of the many
KIND hearted people who took an in.
tcresi IN us. One of these events
occurred on the night of August %.
during the terrible storm when the
wind and rain dcied all precautions
OF safety against the elements and
came down in terrific force on our
roof, and from there in gentle patter
on our beds and bedding Oh.
now we We're scared. But every
cloud has II silver lining and ouris
came when the rain had ceased. the
winds .quailed and we were treated
to a midnight lunch which constitut,
ed a magnificent bill of fare fur
nished by gallant and sympathetic
crowd Who were also pleasure seek
''a"''hap spleasurss that stans
.t.n. yeek's oven
!. be Az. " ,,4---,..s .,l-I ..;t.:s sn~n
wagon, driven by an express man.
Tor the express purpose of the Club;
the hand-organ serenade with it's
accompanyment-the ever busy
monkey the splendid serenade on
Wednesday evening by n colored
troupe, picture day, boating, and
witnessing the base ball game.
Thursday evening, intelligence of
sickness called three of the club
home, and we realized that the be
ginning of the end of our pleasures
had come, but Friday morning we
had arranged to visit the battlefield
OF Gettysburg, and the day found us
up bright and early and ready for
the lamnt OF twonty-eight miles.
" all seemed like II dream. Get.
tysburg The place we had read 50
much about IN history was in reality
before us, Tho Waterloo of the Re.
belllon-the high tide of Secession.
ism! How familiar the words: Lii.
We Hound Top, Wheat Field, Devils
Den, Plckets Charge, Culps Hill,
Seminary. Ridge, and last and great.
est the National Cemetery where
several thousand Of our country =
heroes sleep within their wjndow1ese
palaces, OF peaco--all places Of in
tense historical interest But VIC
must speed away, as the darkevs
sing to the "old camp ground"
which we reached ut s o'clock i'm the
evening after delightful ridoacross
the beautiful and picturesque Cum
berland Valley
Our itinerary had us leaving for
home at 7l3 Saturday morning. In
a.Sinne II dozen girls trying to get rea-
dy Tor the same train in Il tent where
things were, AS you may suppose,
lar from beng in apple-pie order.
and you may form Il faint conception
of the confusion that reigned with.
IN. To make long story short-thc
train left and we were left too.
1t did not take us long to come To
the conclusion that time, tide. and
trains wait for no one, and we sat
down amid the wreck of matter"
hiding our disappointment as well
rs we could until the next train ar
rived, when we boarded it and soon
were speeding northward as fast as
steam could carry us-arriving Mt
the staid old county-seat on sched-
nle time, reminded of the truth and
beauty Of John Howard Payne's
couplet:
Ma pleasures and palaces, whereer We may
roam,
BE It ever so humble there IS no place l,o