Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-11-20

sky and landscape. leaving mo, therefore, nothing to do but proceed with my | story.
 X word or two, however, regarding | the region itself may not be out of | place It was that gorgeous season of the | wear when at this elevation, above tide l water. the air is filled with purity and | things of that character; when the eye | iS constantly deceived by distances, l owing tn the rarity and limpid charac- 1 ter of the atmosphere
 It was carly autumn. and tho black | gum, with its dark purple foliage, had long since prophC-iCd with uncrring truth tlir death of summer. Earliest of autumn harhingCrS. 1t had weeks before tiugCd the still vCrdant forest with its rich and royal announcements of com ing frost and shortening days, while now to krcpit company the golden glory of the sa>>afras @himmcrcd in the up- | lands. " hilc the dariCncd and dying fOli- age of the psr>jmmon sauntcrcd leaf by leaf down through the stilly silence. It k the seductive season when at dusk the moist odorS of dying herbs sa- luto the senses nf those who arc pro vidcd with those things and when the rcd nC>cd lri,r Slrams in the stubble, the quail calls down the valley to his or her mate, a~ thu caSc may be, and the punsivc mulr i'll the faraway paddock murmurs at the fate which has defraud- ed him of his lineage and mocked at his future.
 Here nature holds ill her hands heal ing balm for tine invalid, and in the hec- tic of the dying year health to the i human sufferer may come again on joy ouS wing. At an elevation of ,. 900 to | 6. .UO0 feet above the sea, and with not only an unbrokrn succession of glorious l mountain pictures of wild lovelinesS, but with mean annual rainfall wher- ! ever the eye may turn, nature seems to hr in her most gladsumc mood, and the one lUuGcrS with unlimited means find at each waySidc inn a cordial welcome and q festive board that fairly grOans with its burden of hog. hominy and eli mate.
 Here life iS one glorious Indian sum- mcr. and i'll the pure heart the pecwee k constantly caroling. In the glad autumn. the ginseng digger Eocth forth fer to dig. and as the dust of evening gathers he returns bearing here and there rich dI>hcS of Coloring where the red bug has touched him up ill kindly keeping with the glorious hucs of the season. Far up the cove hear him sing ing a bar or two from his favoritc opera. while at his cabin door a dozen head of hounds are m,i-;hing.
 A brawling stream k laughing at his feet. but he does not mind it, for others have done the same thing. Far down the valley his children hear his voice and come boiling over the stump fence, living cataract of progeny. At tho door their mother stands in all easy position. holding moro recent edition on her hip and pccring out across the wold.
 The whole picture Is one of rcposc, of rest and of perpendicular real estate. The cry of the bittcrn in the swamp be- low i< echoed by the distance hound, while i'll the solemn elm the tree toad is apparently computing the mean annual rainfall
 What n delightful haven for the tired one of earth! Here the jarring storm of life is stillcd in the wavcleSS harbor of repoSc, and the simple heart is hushed to rest in the arms of a beautiful soli- tudc. Here envy and hatred, malice, jealousy and all uncharitableness cannot come The innumerable shades of vice .hat turk and finger beneath the shad- ows of great city are strangers here.
 Burglars do not enter here. They do not care to steal the glorious climate or to carry away the mean annual rain fall.
 Here one does not see the doOrmat chained to the door, for virtue is its own reward. and unrufflcd slumber grrctS the truStful soul.
 . But 1 must not wander from my story.
 At the time of which l speak the war had closed and peace had been de clarcd. Several people had written with considerable care their impressions re- gartling the war and had been suitably rcmuncratcd for the same.
 Tine warhursc had recovered from his r..,ldl" gals and received his pension for injuries received while in the line of duty and had reluctantly allowed himself to become identified with agri culture.
 What q curse war k!
 Nothing causes so much ill feeling a. | war. Could it be carried on in such | way as to promote harmony there coulC be no objection to war, but it is now conducted it is certainly injurious tt both man and beast.
 But at the time of which we spcal peace had returned, and in the mountain region the ruddy soil of the erect farm was dotted here and there with palliC corn. The sure footed mule might b seen ever and anon. guided mp and dowI the steep mountain sides, stepping ol the crops with unerring precision. perchance he missed the corn in the ear he would make it right by stepping oi U the corn not in the ear, and n wild CT. of pain from the barefootd agricultur ist would echo through the forest.
 Ten years had passed since peace ha
 been declared. and where h fore tho wa there stood only few scattered cabin
 and one settlement now the touris noted another cabin and S7 children Where 30 years before the road wa . rough and almost impossible. now
 had been changed entirely and tins mud
 holes moved to other parts of the road.
 The goldenrod had shed its glor ' ox,ar fha lapdccapa and tba roEebprr