The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1896-02-11

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listen to this" and he chanted'
"About six miles west of Logan, to
the left as you go up, near the Co
lumbus & Hooking Valley railroad,
mo ngst the wild haunts of the
wood tick, there is Roekbridge,
one OF natures wonders, sublime,
not unlike Virginia's Natural
Bridge, but not near so big.
And the farmers round about the
place are goodnatured and fl you
out with milk and chicken when
you come there TO camp or picnic,
and IL they didn't its such well
favored region that you could sub
sist on birch and mountain tea and
the delicious sassafras sprig. A-a-
men,"
'I'm the inventor of that meter"
he said, "and Pm proud of 1t. flow
do you like it?" "Like it?" said l..
ats simply sublime and will revo.
lutionize music and poetry and kill
all mankind. Better go over and
try few strains on the Sultan of
Turkey. He seemed powerfully
pleased at the suggestion and con-
tinued "now let us take run into
Laurel township"
How dear to my heart are the scenes In Old
As tramping the townships they loom up
In view,
The washed out hill-sldes and the fields of
Sheep sorrel
And acres and acres of grazing land too
The great big high hills and between them
the hollows.
Where once day only suns rays reach the
rIlls,
The springs and the falls, the creeks and hog
wailows,
And especially the Rock House among
Inurel's hills.
The jack knife carved Rock House,
The hand painted Rock House.
The shrub covered Rock House
Among Laurcls hills.
You look here aud there, and you stop and
you ponder
Over parts which for beauty are just out of
sight.
You climb everywhere and you jump, run,
and wander.
Until you have worked up great appetite
With grim satisfaction you view dead spring
chickens
And when the bell rings In 10 dinner you
go.
You grab n big chunk AMI then swear like
the dickens,
To yourself, for twas spring chicken, six
year ago.
The pin feathered chicken
The Plymouth Rock chicken
The chickon hatch ed out this spring,
six years ago.
'N0w tramp with me little
piece, said my muse and I'll show
;Ou something else"
From Rock House, bout mile or two
Measured by cyclometer.
There Is a cavern known by few
And yeicpt by them Salt Peter.
Long yeuTb HBO, ln tnib Iilr spot
Lived one, ,dearas a lamb.
Her lover was no Hottentot
Nor yet was she a clam.
She by the name OF Sally went
And Peter was his name
And there, tho time in JOY they spent
Until n famine came.
Now he was well favored lal
She prodiglous eater.
And by her hunger driven mad
Cast longing eyes on Peter.
SO when he come again next day,
AZ hunger he did scof.
She drew butcher knife,-this way,
And cut his head clean of.
She salted down the surplus store,
To tide the winter over.
And so when others had no more,
She fairly lived In clover.
So this place docs It's name derive
From that voracious eater,
For, through the famine, to survive,
TWAS here she Sailed Peter.
"Change scenes once more, said
ny muse"
There Is some folks, / low that thinks
The Rock House Jes beats Cnpln links,
Fer scenery. But they haint
Seen everything. Sumthen In Laurel,
taint.
But few miles away; AMI I'll Jest
Say II tops on all the rest,
Anyway 1t suits me best,
And that's Cantwell Rocks.
Tell you It's heaps and heaps of FUN,
Coin gettin there bout noon
And eaten dinner.
Then taken little run
And cutten up like wprstest sinner,
Then driven home by the light ofthe moon.
But you don't want any girls along.
Cause theys' snakes out there 'mong the
forms and trees.
An lizards and water crosses
And bushes with thorns' thnt ket;h girls
dresses.
Tnen every thing goes wrong.
An big rocks too an a fat mans squeeze
Az girls always want to go through Jest for
luck
They say, but they Jest want to get squeez-
Cause they go piece an then they git
stuck
And then they Jest have to be seized
An pulled out an carried along.
Tell you, you don't want no gurls along.
Lots OF space there to git around.
An you got 10 hustle 10 klver the ground
IL you want u start In there at noon
And git home agin by the light OF the
moon
An yon don't want no gurls along.