Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1897-07-30
HINSDALE, N. h.
Two Tranps.
Another Adventure IN Pisgah's Wilds
---Why the Paper Manufacturer Long
ed for II Flying Machine.

Another Adventure IN PIsgah's Wiids
---Why the Paper Manufacturer Long
ed for II Flying Machine.
After the unsuccessful attempt of the
druggist and the undertaken to conquer
the wilds of Pisgah, it was thought that
others would take warning and avoid this
paradise of "toil, labor, perspration,
climbing, mosquitoes, big flies, thunder
storms, impossible roads, boiling heat,
and lots of other things" But the at
fractions of Alaska and the gold fields are
not in it with Pisgah and its huckleberry
fields, fishing grounds and quagmires to
some of our venturesome citizens.
SO it was that one of our prominent
paper manufacturers and his son, Winnie,
decided to behold for themselves the at
fractions of this land flowing with milk
and honey. Early Saturday morning the
start was made, and anyone might have
seen Winnie and his father seated in a
vehicle destined to bring home the fruits
of their manly toll, and drawn by that no
bic and worthy steed, Dolly repeat,
might have seen this bold, but one must
say foolhardy, trio, Dolly, Winnie and his
father, all with their faces towards the
rising sun, bent on the conquest of the UNI
known land.
More fortunate were they than the drug
gist and undertaken, for without mishap or
accident, mischance or calamity, they al
rived safe and sound and rejoicing at that
clear and sparkling pool, the reservoir. 1t
took but a moment to unhitch their steed
from the coach and to fasten her securely
to a neighborng tree. Out came rods and
hooks and lines, and soon, in a beautifully
wrought canoe, they were making theil
way with feathery prov over the crystal
waves.
In less time than it takes to chronicle
they had found a suitable place, and were
following the example of the lllustriOus Sil
Isaac Walton, and the sport grew fast and
furious. As the hour of the setting sun
drew near they drew up the anchor, and
with Winnie at the oars, and his father
dressing the spoil they set their course
towards their team, and home. The per
spiration gathered on Winnie's brow, but
his father urged him to harder efforts, un
til at last he became eXasperated, and init
mated that he hoped his father would have
to walk home. His wish was not in vain
for upon arriving at the place where they
had left their noble steed, she could not be
found. The coach was there, but alas nc
Dolly
At this point there was blood in the ey,
| of the manufacturer. He turned his at
| tention to the ground, and with great skill
he followed the missing steed for som,
distance towards Round pond, but at last
all traces were lost, and it was decided
that Shanks mare would have to tax,
them home. Winnie proposed that they
should draw the carriage home. but hi.
father did not think so. There was still
| blood in the manufacturers eye. Tn,
march homeward was begun, and as they
passed down the mountain, the perspira
ton trickled down the cheeks and chin o.
the paper man, for he is a man of goodll
weight, but no word of complaint left hi
| lips The blood began to leave the eye o
the manufacturer, and in its place rose
weary look. The dutiful son was too gen
erous TO make any mention of his OWL
| previous laboIs at the oar.
1t was reported that two tramps wer
seen to enter the town last Saturday after
noon by the Ashuelot road, but one VIII,
knows says it was only Winnie and hi
father and their fishrods. The lood ha,
entirely left the eye of the manufacturer
and in its place was only look of grea
WEAKNESS and despair Not long after
wards a stray horse entered Ed Robertson
| ham