The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1896-09-19


the customary bows and arrows and enjoy
ing themselves as hugely as ever did James
Witcomb Riley and his friend in his famous
cold Swimmin' Hole" We retired and
seated ourselves on 4 rock at a respectful
distance from the bathers who were now
completely hidden from view by large
rock. Presently one of our party declared
she heard female voices coming down the
opposite side of the glen, we all listened
moment and then finally came to the CON
cluson that it was but one female voice,
but she was evidently accompanied by
others, as her loud manner Of speaking was
plainly that of a person who is hard OF
so soon.
They soon hove in sight, however, and
we were not long in learning that she
claimed Ireland as her birth place Her
accent alone would have proven this but
when on hearing the girls who were with
her, 90 into raptures over the scenes around
them, she dispelled all room for doubt as
to her nationality. For, in reply to re-
mark made by one of the young ladies
tthey afterwards turned out to be daughter
and niece she said, faith it is grand,
girls, an glorious, too, but ] dunno what
wud We say at all at all, if We wor to see
the tall cliife, the twisthed slopes, an the
CHANGING mountains through which you'd
boat up from Ioughal to Mallow, or glide
down from Thomastown to waterford har-
Dor, or If We wor, to wonder at the basalt
coast OF Antrim, an soften yer hearts
betune the banks ov the Black water oh,
my, but there's where you d see the scenery
in airnest"
Just then they directed their gaze toward
the bathers from whence another peal of
laughter sounded. ''Oh, | wonder what
are them?" exclaimed the daughter as she
spied shrub on which grew bright red
berries "Musha the devil be from you
Maryann,' said the old lady who for the
first time caught sight of the swimming
pool, IF it isn't you're the foine lady
intirely, shure thin is boys"
Yes; but mother, | wasn't looking at
them, it was at"
''Oh, yis, yis; | was wonderin', an We
the only sisther ov 'leven thim."
And with this the mother tried to assume
a disinterested air, but it was evident that
she had her mind made up to keep all her
ears open, as it were.
AS | was saying, Kate" commenced
Maryann to her cousin, if we get down to
the bare facts tn"
"Oh, no. What's that hear we wornt
luckin' at thin, wornt we? An We passin'
remarks on their bare backs, thin up out O.
this wild ye an l bet I'll give We somethin'
else to be thinkin' ov whn we"
But auntie, " protested Kate, "you mis-
understood us, we were just thinking that
by combining ourselves to the naked truths
we
"Oh murther, wud We listen to that now,
not another wurd out O. aither wan O. We,
but up the rocks afore me this mint. To
think we cud foind nothin else to talk ov
but the naked youths, don't mind me
ladies till we foind yer father, oh my, my I"
And with these words still ringing in our
ears, the old lady and the two sorrowing
girls passed from our view, to hunt up the
paternal parent of Maryann, with the fond
hope that he might succeed in explaining
matters to mamma. Aside from an attempt
at joke by one of my companions, in
which she declared that the ''Gilpin girls,
if any there be, should not be short of
suitors because their papa lacked the
rocks, the deaf old lady and the two girls
furnished the only incident that came be-
tween us and our admiration of the scenes
around us Hilarity aside, | do think that
there is few places so grand in America.
But suppose its the game old story over
again of people going abroad and elsewhere
in search of fine scenery, and taking little
or no interest in scenes at home, though, if
they took half the trouble to find them out
that they do to find places of interest away
from home, they would soon learn that they
were surrounded by scenes not inferior in
interest to many of which they read, and
long to see. True we have no ivy grown,
moss covered ruins, and proud should we
Americans feel in the absence of these land
marks of decay. There is too much man
hood in us to permit the existence of
"rums' in the new world. So you see,
kind reader, when it comes down to real,
genuine natural scenery, WE have very
fine article at home as / am sure visit to
the glen of Gilpin's rocks will convince the
most skeptical. And now, dear reader,
when nature is preparing for a long winter
of somnolence, the vari-colored leaves SHIN
mering and glinting in the sunlight, ever
changing as to hue, and waited by the cool
autumn breezes, ever diversifying as to
form, presenting Kaleidoscope views, as it
were, of scenes enhancing and gloriously
beautiful. Where, then at such time,
will you go? Through your own valleys,