The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1894-06-27

or may II be that so much purity has
been discarded by the present congress
that superfiulties have found their way
as far north as Boston while seeking
the greatest distance from the capitol?
But why In that case should hackmen
be the receptacle? or Is all Boston
equally ylrtuous and the hickman part
OF II the only part the passing traveller
sees? How profound the questions
which meet the innocent traveller or to-
day!
For breakfast order broiled scrod,
and II you want n dozen answers ask
dozen people what scrod Ia.
At 0 a. m. you will be starting from
the union depot. Reach the station
little ahead OF time SO as TO have ieis-
ure to admire a station which promises
to be the finest station In the United
States. At l0:40 a, m. you ought TO be.
but you won't be, in Portsmouth. Enor-
nous trains are taking summer rest
seekers into the northern countries.
No locomotives can pull such trains on
time But never mind; the York train
will wait till you reach Portsmouth.
You can step from one to the other, for
tIlt OIh train Will pt diOukStat 10 ~"
pull up. Take time-you Will have 1t
to quaff a mug of Frank Jones old
stock ale. No better ale Is brewed In
Old England. And like the best of ales,
1t must be drunk on the spot. Ale and
Burgundy are bad travellers.
Well finally you are off. The first
place you stop at is Kittery. Here is
the navy yard and lots Of little country
hotels and boarding houses sprinlSled
about pretty bays and tiny islets.
The houses look inviting and as IL their
comforts could be had for reasonable
figures. Then you puff along through a
number Of little places, cross York
river on a long bridge 'and stop at a
station called York Harbor. Here.
while lots of people are. getting out and
getting their summer baggage out, you
may open your ears for bit Of infor-
nation.
The term York is generic. First and
foremost there Is the county of York,
the southernmost county Of Maine
where Maine is very narrow, squeezed
in between New Hampshire and the
sea. Then there is the township of
York, the southernmost township OF
the county with the exception Of the
very small township of Kittery. Then
there is York river, which is not much
of river anyway, more Of an inlet
running up from the sea for a mile or
so, with a small stream running into
the upper end Of 1t. On the river or
inlet, about mile from the sea, is the
village Of York, or. York center. Here
is where that great aristocratic swell,
Ferdinando Georges, proposed setting
up his kingdom, and did set it up for a
while. OF him and his kingdom, more
anon. York harbor is all about the
mouth Of York river. Here are lots of
hotels, high hills and low hills, ocean
water outside, still water inside, groves,
hooks, great variety of sea, river and
land attractions. Here very many peo-
pie are very, very happy all summer
long. They battle, they sail, they fish,
they drive, they fiirt, they fall honestly
in love, they marry and they sound the
praise of the place for ever thereafter.
Now the train starts again and for
about two miles runs behind rows of
cottages, small hotels and boarding
houses lining the great York beach, one
of the most famous beaches of the At
lantic coast; famous for its fine, firm,
dark sand; for it's even and easy
shelving, and for the hundreds of thous-
ands of hearty, well-to-do Yankees who
visit it yearly and go away thoroughly
clean in body and mind. At the end
of the beach is Cape Neddlck stretch
| ing out into the sea and cutting the
beach in two. Most of the beach is
south of Neddick. A little is north OF
| it. About its base are grouped scores
Of hotels and cottages forming the
village of york Beach, Here the
| railroad stops. The society of York
| Beach may not be composed entirely OF
| Ward McAllfsters, and Ward himself
may not feel at home in the place. Sc
much the worse for Ward. The Ameri-
can citizen who does not find more tC
| love than to deplore in every other
American citizen, deserves to be expa-
triated to Paris and fed at the Cafe
Voisin for the residue Of his miserable
existence. Shame on him At the ter.
minus Of the railroad you will find q
vehicle, known in the vernacular as g
barge, with the "Passaconaway Inn
spelled on it in large letters. Jump in
and away you go. You will VOW yol
never travelled on so dusty a road in al
your life, and your vow will be exac
and pure history. Hold your nose an6
shut your eyes for there are two mile:
of it. You can't see anything, Of course
And you will be kept wondering
whether your new travelling suit will
be entirely ruined or only partially so
Be patient. You are nearly there. Herr
you are! The dust blows by. The no
tel seems to grow out of the clouds O
it. You are welcome, for you hav'
been expected ever since the beginning
of this letter. PERLANDER.
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