The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1899-03-18
THE RUINED VILLAGE
ON THE HILL.
a REALISTIC STORY OF CECIL
COUNTY BY j. X. POLK
RACINE

I young, while passing up the hill from the
meadow at Perch Creek the murmur of the
: innumerable bees, the shouts aud laughter
Of the ragged and barefooted urchins pad
ding in either brook near the Bull Frog
All at once the geese set up terrific CAB,
bling at Hickory Run, the old gander is
fearful lest harm come to his little ones,
and he is making fierce onslaughts on a
pedestrian who is about to cross the stream
let. The little yellow jackets were busy
plucking the young blades OF grass on a
little plot near by, and soon the gander
desisted from his attack on the pedestrian,
and he and mother goose FASTENED to their
babies to tell them that it was the bugaman
who had just past, and that they must be
very good in the future, or he would come
and fleece them of their golden jackets.
The pedestrian passes on up the hill and
| turns off to the right, he enters the gate
leading to one OF the little houses An
exclamation is heard, which, glad cutlery
could come from none but darling OLD
mother, and cross.eyeG Ben, for it was he
was strained to her - loving old breast.
And soon his sweetheart, old Becky
Jane, was crying with Excessive Joy, for
her lona absent uIGstar soon had her pressed
against his glad heart
Old cooked eyes was again back at the
ruined village on the hill, and uotwith-
standing his long arc-Iation in State
let out, and he proclaimed the fact to all
with whom he came in contact.
Benny aud Becky Jaue waltzed around
the deserted village, until the next golden
autumn rolled Ground when he took IA
I field Of corn to cut and shock; he had two
partners who were going to help him cut
the field of corn. The farm OIL which Ben
and his comrades were to work, was at the
farthest end in Back Creek Neck, and
could 90 to the farm either by water or
lard but they chose the former, as will be
made evident when the curtain drops
finally.
Back we are, at the old stand in the
ruined village on the hill And we are
quite early, this lovely September morning.
| For see, it is just at dawn, when all Of
nature is about to awake from a perfect
hush of repose. Look yonder in the east
where beautiful hectio flush suffuses the
azure hued sky, a harbnger Of the near
approach of the glorious orb of day which
will soon burst forth over the ruined vii
lage on the hill in a splendor OF glory, and
all animated nature will soon cry out a,
did one of old, 'Oh saw ye him whom my
soul desireth to love-"
/ Hush, look yonder across the way, SEE
I through the window Of yon middle hut,
I the crooked eyed fiddler has Just pu,
/ jolly old Becky Jane in her little bed. Il
has just finished playing his favorite turt
for the last time, yes the very last.
| must tell you what his favorite was
1t was his lost loves favorite Jig, the one
that big cross eyed Mary used to kick Of
to her lovers delight:
Every Sunday morning,
With my true love by my side,
We will jump into the wagon,
And vel all take ride.
| CHORUS.
OH then wait for the wagon,
Do wait for the the wagon,
Now jump into the wagon,
| And we'll all take ride.
Ben comes out with his dinner pail in
his hand and his corn knife under his arm
He was to meet his partners some where
near the Tad Pole, then they were to pro
oeed to Chesapeake City, where they were
to 90 by a row-boat, to the scene of labor
Now we are not sure whether more thar
one other of his comrades met him tina,
morning or not, for our information or