Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-11-14
swell, it's Just like life-many of our
weeks commence In greyness akin, to this
but the sun at last shines through it all

o0ISCiN CS AY ib- dFNy ~ VIZ Ivy Dtuc
Line to Washington. And now that we
are settled we take the first inventory OF
ourselves and find that the papers of Bos-
ton and adjacent cities are well repre-
sented by bright women, members of the
New England Woman's Press Associa-
ton, who will journey away down
South" unattended by any male escort
We shall not have to 60 farther than
New Jersey to find what looks like a
summer land. Scores of men are at work
in the fields and garden patches as if in
July and August. The red soil has a
strange look to Us, and combined with the
colors We see in farm products and on the
trees, makes pretty effect. We adopt into
our party, as long as our paths run TO-
gether, bright young artist, the daughter
of a stained glass worker, Donald Mac
Donald of Boston, who proud of her
Scotch descent and conscious of her power
to accomplish what she undertakes, is
now journeying to Philadelphia to con-
suit church committee about designs for
windows and decoration. Her artistic
eye Is always taking in the schemes Of
color which Nature lays out before u.s.
the ycllows, reds, browns, greens, greys
and ambers. "Those cornstallls," she
said, "look like the bronze green organ
mines of tho ohurcb i'm yuLjob b,ro met
been at work" From the depths of ex-
perlences similar to those of many another
toiler, she said, I'm working for glory
now, it will pay by and by Newark bay
with its long bridge and fisherman S
boats and the contiguous marsh lands,
would make q fine scene for canvas repro
duction.
The prairie like stretch as far as the eye
car see, speaks Of undeyeloped land and
begs our young men to stay their feet in
our Eastern country. Heretofore we never
saw much beauty in the oak after the
green had left the leaves, but today there
is wonderful glow Of warm red color
which makes Us ashamed of our previous
opinion. A moving panorama of squarely
cut hedges, beautiful winding streams
with COWS posing for their pictures, pools
alive with ducks, acres upon acres with
stacks of corn and yellow heaps upon the
ground and cabbages galore, which, if
within sight of the absent member of our
family, would determine the nature of a
large majority of our MONDAY meals for
something near decade, passes before us
As we cross the Susquehanna we are as
high as the tops of the trees, NAPLES,
chestnuts and oaks, which win our
hearts. The trimmed willows in the
gathering at the hands of basket makers,
and the cabins Of the colorcd people are
waiting the coming of the Northern
teacher. We reach Washington at $50
and one of the Boston ladies having out
generated the grasping dining car fra
ternity saved the dollar apiece dinners by
bringing capacious lunch basket with
sandwiches and various fruits We are
now ready to fortify ourselves at the
Baltimore & Ohio restaurant for our
night journey. Leaving Washington.
little save the Soldiers Home at Arlington
and the almost countless slabs marking
the resting places of our country's dead,
came into our vision before the night
shuts down.
We regret that we must lose the eX
treme beauties Of the Piedmont Air Line
on the Southern Railway, but after a
little, give orders to the porter to prepare
our sections for the night. With a grim
resignation to what may come, We allow
him to arrange our berths SO that the
heads of the sleepers may be toward the
engine because he assures US this would
be best in case of collision for we
should then strike upon our feet The
next morning we suddenly recollect
there's danger Of the suns getting ahead
of us. So we commence the trying pro
cess of making the toilet in an upper
berth. We have in the home circle been
accused of possessing old maidish ways,
blessings on that class of individuals
who make standard of exactness for the
worldly We can assure our accusers it
serves one good turn to know the precise
corner of grip sack where button hook,
etc. can be found under such narrowing
circumstances.
Our first outlook is at Greenville, $50
miles from Atlanta and we realize that we
have now our first glimpse Of Southern
life and scenery; trees whose foliage seems
farther gone than ours in New England,
smoke curling up from the cabins which
are put in the clearings made by nature,
for the colored man has been too shiftless
to do anything of this kind which was
unnecessary occasionally an attempt at
lettering the household shelter by way
of clapboards or whitewash, but for the
most part ruinous apologies for homes on