Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-11-14

of bait. told them that there was noth- ing to arbitrate. but Mir. Fox thought best to accede to the demand of the committee, so we are paying 40 cents now. but require the strikers to furnish their own soda and ammonia
 Mir. Fox arose early this morning to go to the summit of Craggy mountain. His desire was to sec the glorious sun arise far OCT yon mountain gray. and, as he mounted up the sky, the darkness flee away.
 Curiosity or that kind used to bother me years ago, but now can control it better. I heard him getting up in the night, it seemed to me, and falling over my celebrated waterproof porpoise hide shoes, which 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.
 Mir. Fox ate n cold biscuit and went up to the top of the mountain, but he was too honest to lie about it when he got back. He is the most trustworthy young man l 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 on the Fooglehorn, or the Doodlehorn, or the Poodlehorn Alps when the sun had been obscured for a week But Mir. Fox told me honestly that the trip was not n success, and he scorned to lie about it. Now when he says that he pulled 12 pound trout out of the water and lost him in the tall grass I believe ev. cry word he says.
 But I can truly say that this is the most absolute and unmitigated week oi unblemished delight that I have ever put in, and my life, too, has been one of exceptional enjoyment, for am of q sunny nature and live in a gentle, gen. ial atmosphere. We are not camping out and living on crickets or trusting tc q man cook who never tried it before. At the foot of Craggy mountain, by the bank of the brawling stream, stands q neat little cottage with real beds in il and big fireplace where one may dry his wet feet and eat three meals a day prepared by Mrs. Barnard.
 She is not n 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 mol allow the smoking tobacco to get into the butter the way n man cook does. We don't have to tote water two mile: when VIC are tired or sleep in our wet clothes with thousand legged worm il each ear so as to get healthy.
 When we don't care to go fishing ol gathering bouquets of bright red hornet bites, we can sit on the porch and smoke long stem pipe and read a novel. This. therefore, is successful trip, and wher we get enough of it we can take MT Cushing's swift horses and in 21, hour: get comfortably into Ashevillc, where we may be mixing up with the elit, this evening in low neck and short sleeves if we want to.
 The agricultural interests here seen to be centercd very largely in the herl industry. Every morning about 30 ol 10 men go by here on their way to tn, heart of the forest, with mattock ovel one shoulder and gunny sack over