The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1903-12-03

lap for their disposal, sprinkled with
pennyroyal, whose pungent aroma was
stirred as we walked or sat upon it. 4
farm wagon was backed up in front OF
the assembly, the horses taken out, and
the chairman of the evening, young
Barton, son of Rev. DR.. Barton, stepped
up into the wagon for platform. His
introduction was full of wit, and it met
quick response in the keen boys and
girls before him. Various toasts, or
''roasts,' as they were called, followed,
the faculty, the ladies, and the hosts
clever young lady ascending the
wagon to speak to the last. Charles
Lambs essay on roast pig was very well
read by another lad, by the light of a
lantern held by the chairman.
Meanwhile the well-roasted pig was
being carved before our eyes. and the
night breezes waited the scent thereof
to our nostrils, so that even the lady in
gray, who never eats pig, was fain to
initiate the Chinese discovers OF the
dainty, and lick her fingers after she
had passed the plate containing it it
her neighbor. Beans, bread, sweet
potato, and other edibles heaped high
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each one; and, as each plate was
emptied it was tossed into a bonfire,
where it added brightness for a minute.
Then the moon rose and peeped
through the trees, by-and-by climbing
above them and looking down calmly on
the picture below,-groups of colored
boys and girls, with bright, intelligent
faces; groups Of northern lads and lass
les. bearing the stamp of more world
knowledge; groups of young men and
maidens from the mountains which shut
in the horizon,-young men and women
whose eager faces, where strong pur-
pose could be read, made one feel like
exciaiming. For the strength of the
hills we bless thee" The freight
danced. and helped the moon to make
the lights and shadows thing of Joy.
1t was all so gay and bright and
picturesque that 1t made never-to- be-
. forgotten picture. Rivers of whisky
rise and flow in Kentucky, but none
flowed here. not even tea and coffee.
; The wooden trencher, the spoon of tin,
the homely food,--these were all the
feast supplied, but they were quite
enough.
At 9 o'clock the committee hitched
the horses to the wagon that had
brought the supplies, picked up their
lanterns, and led the procession back to
the college grounds. Boys and girls,
teachers and taught, found their way
through the pleasant fields without the
slightest espionage, without sug-
gestion to any one that he or she might
In any way be remiss. 1t was all so
natural, so human, it showed such con-
fidence in the honor and good intentions
of these young people, that It accounted
at once for the high character of the
average Berea student. They are ex-
pected to be manly and womanly, obedi-
emit, trustworthy and true; and those
who trust them are not disappointed.
Simple in their lives, they have learned
to have pleasure in their simplicity, as
was evident from their good spirits and
the fun they had at this autumnal
festival Of the literary pig roast.
Those girls who could not, for
lack of the quartet Tor other rea-
sons, join in the pgood time in
the pasture, were not forgotten. The
teacher In charge Of the hall had allow
ed them to. make fudge. which they had
had in place of roast pig. lax,
The strangers stood at the euest-roorn