The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1901-06-19

DEAR REPUBLICAN:

/ DEAR REPUBLICAN
/ meant to write to everybody in Tio-
nesta individually or to address the
whole population collectively through
/ your paper. For while it is JOY indeed
10 be at home once more, and while /
have never seen the Highlands Of the
/ Hudson iairer than now. l have not for
gotten the friends in far Forest, nor the
| hemlock and oak and pine, and the fair
green islands Of Allegheny's stream, on
which cast lingering look as the dark
ness fell at Warren ON Monday night.
/ But various avOcations have beguilcd
me till now, so when this arrives your
homes and hearts, too, will be much fill
ed with the company Of the elect ladies
of the missionary convention and Broth
er McAninch also, hope, will be with
you.
need not, then, expect to be greatly
missed but crave still the kind remem-
berance of those who walk the familiar
streets or dwell in the pleasant homes Of
the village. My journey was without
noteworthy incident and as the Tionesta
pilgrims to Gettysburg had gone over
nearly half the way by daylight few
hours before me an attempt TO describe
my night-ride to Harrisburg would seem
/ superfluous.
Many members of the G.. A. r. and
| w. X. c. were on our train that far but
wren we moved out of the great station
in the early morning, l realized that a
new day had dawned and that late
| friends were left behind as we sped on
through the fertile fields OF Lancaster and
the hill country of Chester county.
| Much of the land was sodden with rain
and the streams turbid with the wash Of
the red soil. The growing corn Was of a
sickly hue but grass AID grain were fair
and green while the locusts bloom per-
fumed all The air.
We rolled into the Broad Street station
at Philadelphia and out again as the great
city seemed just fairly awakened, and
with the single stop at Germantown
Junction, passed swiitley up the Della
ware to Trenton and then in diagonal
line across New Jersey ninety miles to
| New York.
Tie sights and movement of the har-
Dor have an ever fresh charm for me and
the vast city an absorbing fascination
since my Doyhoods days, but again |
forbear description. Ispent the most of
my six hours stay in a cross-town and
East-Side exploration through pictur-
esque quarters of Jews and Italians.
/ took in the East River front from the
first Brooklyn bridge to the new one
now building. Though such stroll
sometimes reveals sights, sounds, and
smells not over pleasant, in the bright
June sunshine but little appeared to Of
fend, though not little that would
seem strange enough in Tionesta.
At quarter past three p. m. the Mary
Powell moved out of her berth and sped
swiftly northward through scenes that
seemed like iairyland as first seen a
quarter of century before but now for
Inc the cynosure of my eyes lay still be-
fore me till ing West Point with
short turn of the helm the broad bay OF
Newburg lay spread out before us, with
Pollifel's Island like a green dot in the
midst and tine terraced city dim in the
distance.
Then the landing at Cornwall is made
and passing New Windsor the call soon
comes; Forward gangwsy for New
burg" and as the orchestra's strains float
over the water pass from the boat to
find wife and son waiting as many Others
do to greet loved ones returning.
ALBERT S. STEWART.
Newburg, N. Y, June s, 1901.