St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1894-10-06
THE NEW YORK ALPS.
4 New Jersey Mans View Of the
City in 1870.

= Now Jersey Mans view OF tho
City in 1870.
1t was sultry morning in August
1890; having An idle day in New York,
had inveigled q friend into showing
me its marvellous sights.
hope you've brought an overcoat,"
he said, to my amazement, as we
started out. "You will need it," he
sdded. moping his forehead. As he
spoke we turned into a narrow street
running north and south. Here .
breeze struck our faces as cool as II It
blew from the ferny depths of can
yon. The light was twilight, and
looking up 1 saw that we were vailed
In BY gigantic buildings Far above,
between their black sides, ran Q silver
ribbon Of sky.
We are now entering the range Of
the New York Alps" he exclaimed.
But what IL the reason for this sud.
den change in the weather." asked.
fearing to contract pneumonis before
could button my coat.
why, the sun rises at eleven and
sets 1t two in this street. 1t is called
Crevasse alley. This building ON the
right 10 Jungfrau, the other Jugger-
naut Both are snow-capped." He
then began to stare 30 hard at jung
frau that thought he must be trying
20 discover mortgage on It. but one
glance 1t his face assured me that
was wrong. He was weeping. THAT
Il my old homestead" he sighed.
looked At him amazed. "What .
perfectly enormous family there must
have been!"
''Only three children" he replied,
puzzled 1T my surprise. ''Oh, l see,
he laughed; ''you thought we occupied
the whole building. No, indeed; there
were forty-ave other families under
the same roof. My homestead is the
two extreme northeast windows of the
tenth floor See. one of them he's .
far Of milk ON it." Then followed IN
eloquent silence which I dared not
break. II tell you, Tom." he st length
continued. lit stirs all the poetry IN
my being to see my old home again.
What fond memories cling to that win
down.
found myself instinctively looking
IN for the memories. Just then . ped
der accosted us.
Looking for your old homesteadr"
he asked. Hire one of my fine tele-
scopes"
Ny companion drew himself up stiff
". ''My family were first settlers, and
our windows can be seen with tho
naked eye. You see, my father" he
continued to me, owned q very valua-
BILE layer of air three hundred and
1fty feet above the building. I was
not old enough then to advise him, 80
he sold out But it was . mistake.
New York air is getting more valuable
every day"
l thought it a kindness to check
unhappy "reminiscences. SO said:
"But how can the memory Of such =
cooped-up life be grateful? What fun,
for instance, can . boy have in such .
placer"
.'Oh, It was possible In those days to
reach the sidewalk during the course
Of . morning, and there we played
like rowdies- To be sure. we were
cramped in many ways. We were like
the elephant in the conundrum-we
couldn't climb = tree; then the rules OF
the nat admitted no domestic animals
neither dogs, chickens nor horses"
THAT was hard"
eyes; still love the old spot"
As we talked we threaded our way
through Ravine street and Gulley way,
always in the cool shadow of buildings
whose tops were lost in the clouds. I
was thinking the while of the sweet,
idle fields of my New Jersey farm, and
] asked: '.Is there not ground enough.
that people should take to building
castles in the air?"
'Is Il possible, men. that You do not
understand the wonderful advantage
Of those buildings?"
Frankly. NO; and, moreover, I've
been racking my brain to discover why
they are painted in stripes"
'The particular building before you
10 called the Refrigerator" he ex-
planned. 'And those stripes are the
isothermal lines representing its sum-
mer climate-red being torrid; green.
temperate; white, approaching arctic.
Well, I'd no idea you knew so little of
the world; you must have been living
In New Jersey" Then. seeing my
confusion, he said: I'm that case you
need . change of air. Let us ascend
the Refrigerator. 1t only takes = day
and half"
"A day and . ha,f!" Igasped. "And
You sleep in the elevator?"
"Whv. yea There are Pullman
sleepers attached. hut don't say ele-
vators. man; that's oil American.
They're called translators now. Come,
as sweitering here. and once there
we'll have peaches for tea and tobog-
Ran slides after. I know some de-
lightful people. too-the first families
Of the Refrigerator. who claim to have
come UP in the first translator"
The plan was alluring. I agreed, and
in an hour we were on board the trans
lator, speeding upward.
The first stations were hot, noisy
clans, and, rs am rich and poverty
annoys me, paid no attention to
them. 1t grew more interesting in
the afternoon, when we struck October
weather. and rs we neared station
the conductor called out: Thirty
minutes for shopping"
Upon my looking puzzled my friend
eaid: Wen need to stop and buy
warmer clothing" was beginning to