The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1906-12-22
Written for the Roundabout
STONE WALLS AND COZ NTRY
LIFE.

IOnable, they Kew, WIFI TeliIaTk'
able clearness, the names of the
woodland trees, and the manner
of perpetuation. How the bark
growing on the north side was
always thickcst. and if the
weather was going TO be very
cold and severe the shadows
heightened, the limbs shortened,
and the white trunk of the
sycamore bore dark spots like the
goose bone. "
q We walked over the hillside
with the two dogs, stirring up the
rabbits and laughil g merrily
over the Intellectual attempts Of
the small pup to overtake the
larger dog in the race for life.
Those were happy days.
Indeed, the three weeks visit will
he among the sweetest memories
of my life. School days alone
separated the out-of.doors enjoy
ment with the boys. The Gordon
school claimed my friends, who
seemed delighted with the presi-
dent aud the faculty, but were
averse to study or much dis
cipline. They preferred to ride
their ponies or walk with me.
One day we drove down to
"Silver Lake. where IL local
fisherman related to us this
legend: In the early history of
the county, on the ground which
is now covered by the pond,
stood an old grist mill. Some
say hand-mash whisky was the
one product, and the influence Of
the drug was sown III disorder
and reaped even to this day. In
the year 1911 an earthquake
destroyed the mill site, and u
subterrenean river covered the
whole valley. Where the old
mill stood the depth of the water
is unfathoIned. The old road to
Lexington ran through this spot,
across the country, and many
interesting stories are told of the
old taverns and the people who
were travellers. The ruins of
old Red Stone Hall" were
visited, and we heard the story
of marion Gray" which book
was afterward read with pleasure.
On Saturday l walked to the small
meetin' house where the assembly
had met. The congregation con-
sisted of men and women living
in the near reighborhood. Some
coming "a foot" and others rid
ing or driving in comfortable
style. The young hoy who had
welcomed me, at the first, gave
me welcome now. and IA seat in
a pew near the pulpit. This altar
for worship was tall, severe, and
formidable in its dark envestitures
and the minister arose, clad in
"jeans" from head to foot. His
shirt front was immaculate.
made of linen homespun and
sewed by hand. The stock collar
high and clerical with deep
cravatte of black. His face was
thin with deep hollows in the
cheek straight aqueline nose,
sad eyes of brown, and hair worn
long over his shoulders.
could not tell if he were an
old or man of tender years
until he spoke. His voice was
clear and me!odlous. ringing
among the dark rafters and down
the aisles like he music one hears
sea. Instinct;vely respected
his office, and revered the man.
His reading was an inspiration so
DELIGHTFULLY."- unexpected that ! sat
content.
1t was exquisitely toId-the
story so old. and yet so new.
Bits of mosaic laid in the super
structure of life; tapestry hung
in the windows of the soul-paint-
ings on the walls of memory.
Just bit of Bible history about
che tragedy in garden. The
Masters faith in the three watch
ers, and how frail they were. The
trial of human endurance and it's
sequence. The end of suffering.
l followed him with pulsing
heart, and saw, with no earthly
vision, the three crosses with