Iron County register., 1898-04-28
An Outing.

three weeks, and not able to do any
thing much, and the weather has been
so bad, could not have done much il
| had been ever so we'll. My married
me letter and when | opened it,
two new crisp bills fell out, and the
letter said, LAS you are not we'll, now
is a good time to make us that long
promised visit, ana to make sure OF
your coming, I send you the wherewith
to pay all of your expenses" And
wasn't that good in the girl to look
after my comforts and pleasures? 0,
it. makes me feel sad sometimes to
think the time has come, as it will
come to all, that | am no longer the
provider, but to be provided for, and
yet it gives me great pleasure and
comfort to feel that each and everyone
of my children would do anything for
my comfort.
So one pleasant day as l went to the
depot called on my doctor, who has
doctored for me and family for near
fifty years, and got a packet full OF
medicine to take while on my visit.
When l reached Arcadia l bought an
excursion ticket to last twenty days,
so could take my time, and go and
come when it suited me. And can
you imagine how comfortable felt as
took my seat in one of those easy
chairs and as the train glided along so
smooth and noiselessly. 1t brought a
sleepy, dreamy feeling over me, until
we reached Tip Top when, as l sat
gazing out at the scenery, 1 saw where
all the woods had been burned over,
and the green grass had covered the
of green, with here and there, patches
of the most gorgeous flowers of all
colors; great patches of violets, pan
sizes, verbenas, phloxes, spidernit Ill
lies and Indian paint flowers, as yellow
as gold. AS we flew past all of these
beautiful flowers over the hills and
over the hollows, away and away, and
as the scenes shifted like panorama,
or like the kaleidoscope, it made me
think old mother earth had spread out
to sun her best Sunday quilt.
And as we flew along how my eyes
feasted on on the rich scenes and how
fast my thought went back to the early
days, when with ''Old Betsy loafed
and slept away the happy hours among
those same old hills and mountains,
ever on the watch for the deer that
came in herds and groups, cropping
the sweet tender grass. Do you think
l shall ever forget the lovely delight
full times had in those spring times?
Never as long as life shall last will
those scenes pass out of my mind.
AS we reached Hogan saw the same
old sawmill saving away just as it had
been doing for the last twenty years;
the yard piled high with great stacks
of lumber, and the yard full of all sorts
logs, and the hub factory with its
thousands of logs to be made into
wagon hubs, and such sights of waste
timber. 1t seems to me they ought to
make all that waste into charcoal.
And as l sat and looked up at the
grand old mountains it did not seem
to me that there had been a tree taken
from the mountains, and yet, here are
the same mills saving lumber for
years, and yet did not miss tree.
When we left Hogan we passed farm
after farm. Some were very small,
only few acres with neat little cot
tage, and some with large fields and
meadows, with new houses and large
barns, and orchards of all sorts Of
fruits, all in bloom.
AS we passed place called Glover
Il
where one of our old neighbors, a man
used TO hunt with sometimes, saw a
most lovely place. The house sat
upon a hill, large two-story, painted
after the modern style and surrounded
by the greenest smoothed meadows,
stretching out in every direction, and
right down by the railroad track a
small mill. 1t looked so different from
the old place I knew in the days of long
ago. And as we glided along, every
little ways we would pass another saw
mill.
When we reached Sabula l saw the
place was about the same as of years
ago, only some of the houses were
nicer and the yards filed with shrub
berry; and all along the road we saw
men ploughing and planting corn and
gardens. l have not time to tell you
all of the things saw and all of the
changes that have been made in the
last few years. But, take it all togeth-
er, l saw most lovely country, with
some grand mountain scenery.
As we passed Des Arc did not see
quite so much life as l have in some
of my former visits. The country is
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