The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-04-29
ON TRAVELLING
BY Margaret e. Sangster.
Copyright, 1905, by Joseph B. Bowles.

~ RAVELING in these days is so common and on
the whole so comfortable that it is the excep-
tlonal person who stays at home.
An old lady on whom once called in her home In
the mountains Of West Virginia told that in the
her own county. The railway, ten miles distant she
had never seen. Apparently she perfectly con-
tented with the placid and monotonous tenor Of her
existence She had taken deep root in her native SOIL
something like great oak tree. Her children and
grandchildren had caught the spirit Of the age and
by one had left the ancient roof and had found
their inches in other parts of the country Two had
even crossed the and gone to the east but
der where they might, they could always think of the
old mother sitting in her armchair knitting gray wool
stockings looking out of the window down the long
@ nef ha smile as Often ea
Wrnkled, but her eyes BRIGHT her heart as I'm.
troubled child s. and bits Of quaint wisdom fell
from her lips. Tho travelling ever so easy she
wanted of it. The very notion observation
rushing thru the landscape fifty miles an hour
Of sleeper into which people were tucked at night
in the confines of coffin of whrlng across
the continent in less than week voyaging to Eu-
rope With equal SPEED was to her an dream
that woman from her chosen vantage ground, except
the all-conquering power of DEATH
Doubtless before everybody travelled many people
we'll satisfied to know little of the world except
they heard of it from Others It is quite otherwise
To vary the scene Thomas Carlyle and his
good wife, Jane, used to say is to drop many of the
exasperating cares and burdens, to get away from
battling problems and to take in new stock Of
strength as well of ideas. The traveller who takes
the road in should carry little luggage
Of too heavily encountered with goods and chat
tells when move about. It Is quite possible If one
chooses wisely, to 60 abroad and spend eight ten
weeks very proftaby and pleasantly in jaunting
England and Scotland, exploring little hooks in
France and Switzerland, carrying all the clothing
requisite for decency convenience and comfort in
suitcase Men constantly do this, and sensible
women occasionally, thus minimizing anxiety about
luggage and giving time and thought to enjoyment Of
the without worrying lest this the other
box trunk has been left by the way.
In the last few seasons since electric have trav
almost the entire surface Of this country,
comparatively inexpensive trolley trips have become
popular.
To those who are fond Of the water the ideal sum-
trip Is not by land at all, but in roomy
sailboat, where there is space enough with close
packing for everybody to Sleep where charmed hours
are spent In scudding before the wind and nobody
minds that and again drowsy hours passed
in inaction, when the wind ceases and the soop or
schooner is becalmed Never there such appetites
for homely food those have who take this water
trip The air that ruffles the waves Of the bay Is
purity ITSELF Pa1lid cheeks take the color of
rose tired eyes grow bright frefuness and irtabty
are exercised health returns to the invalid and the
mystic tie Of family life and family love asserts itself
In subtle strength and tenderness
A summer trip Of this kind, If properly managed,
may be very inexpensive and If the blood Of sailor
forefathers still fingers in the veins Of their descen
dants, every hour OF shore will be filed to the brm
with keen pleasure that almost approaches ecstasy