News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1899-09-27
OLD VERMONT.
What Visit to the Green Mountain
State Inspired.

From the Lowell, (Mass.) Morning itizen.l
1t sometimes turns out to be a
pleasant thing to go from home with
no really iron-bound plan as to the
point of destination, stopping off as
fancy dictates at any place on the
route. From the Massachusetts
shore to northern Vermont is quite a
radical change. l can no longer see
the old skipper bailing out his boat
preparatory to a catch of Holsters,
or the wife, with her huge sun-bonnet,
standing on the pier pulling in the
boats from mischievous boys. In
stead of this is view of a progress
i've Vermont village, the main streets
boasting two brick blocks, a line of
good stores, library, four modern
churches, electric lights, and a hotel
much better equipped than many in
our own city. The walks and drives
around and outside the village are as
beautiful and varied as any in the
White mountain region.
A drive Of % miles around the base
of Mt. EImore to Stowe, VT, is one,
The roads are in excellent condition,
the fields are dotted with focks of
sheep and cows, and several fine stock
farms whose owners are only too
glad to show their stock to interested
persons. Stowe, eight miles from
MorrisvilIe, is a quiet little village
nestled at the foot Of Mt. Mansfield,
which is the objective point for sum-
mer travel. Formerly there was a
very large hotel on the main street,
bnt it was burned a few years since,
and q small, but cleanly and cosy
affair is all the place present affords.
Interested citizens stand ready with
horse and carriage, to catch travel
er and take him a ten minutes ride
to a high plateau overlooking the
mountain and talk the advantages
of frst-class hotel on the summit.
The principal topic of conversation
for several days in Morrisville has
been the county fair, and it is easy
to fall into the spirit of the times.
It is really quite an event to strike a
fair, whether at Mayence on the
Rhine, or at Morrisville, Vt. Early
yesterday morning the constant
stream Of teams, carriages and vehi-
cles of all sorts and descriptions be-
gan to pour in from Stowe, Water
bury, Johnson, Hyde Park and ad-
adjoining towns. Among the attrac-
tions the balloon ascension aud para
chute We're advertised.
Wh5n with the Romans do as the
Romans do" ergo, with dozen low
ers of the Septemb Der hills, we loaded
in and started for the fair grounds, a
mile outside the village. Twenty
cents admission and we were inside
the gates. The first place visited was
the largest building, filed with fancy
work, crazy and patch work quilts in
Vulnerable, pianos with tin dipper
souvenirs to remind one whenever
taking d q1aff of Adams ale, that
the pianos we're the best in the world
The usu Il display of other articles,
all the way from a washing machine
to glass case of Partisan hats with
marvellous mixtures of cOlors, was
on exhibition. The merry-go-round
was never failing source of amuse-
ment. The music consisted of a hand
orgad turned by mechanical, minia-
ture darky. The animals were
mounted by men, women and child
rem, who enjoyed the ride to such a
degree that each one bent forward and
made the motion as if riding a veri-
table steed. This peculiar feature
was intensely amusing. Old and
young kept up the forward and back
ward swaying of the body, without
the least thought, evidently, but
what it was the proper thing to do.
The booths were on either side of the
main entrance. The day, unfortu-
nately, was windy and the farmer
selling cider approaching the fact,
called olt to us to "buy a glass fore
the tent blew over" The lunch cart
was on deck. and the vender vocfer-
ously yelled, oval, wal, wal, don't
stand there and wait, come in while
things is hot and have a frankfort"
A pie, cake, and doughnut booth,
tended by a farmers wife, had evil
IDENTIFY been well patronized. A lean,
lank farmer stepped up and asked,
"What we got to eat?' She replied
"Sold all o-w-t." "Hain't ye got nc
doughnuts?' "Haip't got nothin. ''
The infections and tones of the voices
were exactly the same as used by the
two old farmers when talking togeth
rim the kitchen OfJOshua Whitcomb's
"Old Homestead" and without 6
particle of exaggeration. Later or
we saw a family group which not
only excited our visibility but ouI
sympathy. A pale, yellow haired
girl of or Is years had pinned 6
souvenir plush bird with silver
spangled tail on her fathers coat
He was prematurely old, worn, anC
poorly dressed, his hair of a coars
yellowish white color, face devoid o
any CLEAN of intelligence, and YER,
deaf wirhal. The girl said to d poor
ly dressed woman standing near by
"See what bought pa" at the sam
time pulling open his coat, and thel
taking a tln-type picture from he
pocket she shouted 10 bis ear, "
bought this for marm." My hear
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