The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1894-11-13
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Mr.. Fox arose early this morning 70
go to the summit Of Craggy mountain.
His desire was to see the glorious sun
arise far DER yon mountain gray, and,
as he mounted up the sky, the darkness
flee away.
Curiosity Of that kind used to bother
me years ago, but now can control it
better. / heard him getting up in the
night, it seemed to me, and falling over
my celebrated waterproof porpoise hide
shoes, which l have had over a year, and
yet they have that same dumb but pow
erful method of letting people know
where they are. They are full Of fish
oil, and all last winter while travelling
! was not allowed to put up at the best
hotels, many of the guests thinking that
possibly these shoes were contagious.
Mr.. Fox ate cold biscuit and went
up to the top of the mountain, but he
was too honest to lie about 1t when he
got back He is the most trustworthy
young man ever knew. I've seen the
sweetest old ladies on earth climb the
Zermatt or Mont Blanc or the Jung.
frau to view the sunrise and then de-
scribe it and lie about it when they got
back, for the clouds had obscured the
sunrise entirely, and I've known white
haired old men with blameless lives be-
hind them to tell the most gigantic
whacks and whoppers about the sunrise
no Ennoinhnvr, tho nnnllahnrn
or the Poodlehorn Alps when the sun
had been obscured for a week But Mr..
Fox told me honestly that the trip was
not success, and he scorned to lie about
it. Now when he says that he pulled
a IL pound trout out of the water and
lost him in the tall grass believe ev-
cry word he says.
But l can truly say that this is the
most absolute and unmitigated week of
unblemished delight that l have ever
put in, and my life, too, has been one
of exceptional enjoyment, for l am OF a
sunny nature and live in a gentle, gen.
ial atmosphere We are not camping
out and living on crickets or trusting to
q man cook who never tried it before
At the foot of Craggy mountain, by the
bank of the brawling stream, stands a
neat little cottage with real beds in it
and big fireplace where one may dry
his wet feet and eat three meals day
prepared by Mrs. Barnard.
She is not college cook in his fresh
man year, who knows things that the
Creator has not yet given to the press.
She can cook, however, and does not
allow the smoking tobacco to get into
the butter the way a man cook does
We don't have to tote water two miles
when we are tired or sleep in our wet
clothes with a thousand legged worm In
each ear so as to get healthy.
When we don't care to 60 fishing or
gathering bouquets of bright red hornet
bites, we can sit on the porch and smoke
a long stem pipe and read a novel This,
therefore, is a successful trip, and when
we get enough of it we can take Mr..
Cusbing's swift horses and in 2 Il hours
get comfortably into Asheville, where
we may be mixing up with the elite
this evening in low neck and short
sleeves if we want to.
The agricultural interests here seem
to be conferred very largely in the herb
industry. Every morning about 80 or
30 men go by here on their way to the
heart of the forest, with a mattock over
one shoulder and gunny sack over