The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1909-12-25
in all creation I'm ever to get down

In all creation I'm ever to get down
again.
We'll, why don't we start? That's
the worst of Europe, Peters-no push,
no energy. Perfectly content to sit
or a diligence and stagnate. Let me
look at my watch. Eleven Well, I'm
not at all surprised. l wouldn't be
surprised at anything that might oc-
cur in this vicinity. | tell you, Pc
tiers, it will be a glad day for me
when | set my foot down hard on a
New York steamer pier once more. l
can't but feel
"Ah, so we are to get under way at
last. laundering ola concern-eh, Pc
ters? Great contrast to the automo-
bile.
What's that ant-hill out at sea? II
isn't the sea, though. is it? It's land;
gray sand, l vow. And so that is Mont
Saint-Michel? Curious. Used to be
on land, eh, and then got to be on sea?
1t appears to me that we have quite
a drive before us yet. Looks to me to
be three or four miles. What do YOU
say, Peters? OF course don't know.
how big the mont is, so have moth
ing to judge the distance by; but
should say three miles at least.
Great Scott! how hot the sun is,
and no matter how gayly we lumber
along. the mont looks to be equally
distant. What is this road we're on
anyway! Seems to be highway in
the most literal sense of the word.
Dixie, Ell? Built on purpose for tour
lists. suppose-the American tourists
before all, I'll bet.
We'll. so that is the mont close to.
Appears to just comfortably cover ND
the whole island. Curious collection
OF houses and staircases topped of by
church. However, my main care at
this moment isn't what we've come to
see, but how in thunder we're to get
down to see it, Well, the people line
up pretty thick. and they have the ad-
ditional joy of knowing that every last
one OF us is a tourist That's one
good thing about America. Peters, You
can travel there without being a tour
ist. You pay stiff price for very lit
tie, but that Titles good, and the
game ends with ii. Europe's entirely
what turns on the light over
the washstand turns it off over the
bed, and then, with all that, they
mark light extra in the bill. There
don't seem to be any legitimate hotel |
comforts here; they're all extra. l |
vow, | hate to take that hardwood |
bolster out from under my head |
nights, for it's the one thing l get |
Ior nothing in every hotel
well, Yvonne, | think you'd better
90 down first. You go next, Lee. You
md /, Peters. will wait and take our
line. vow, I'm not very keen on
his descent. Just hold my hat, will
Tou? Here. you, down there, hold this
adder steady. Peters, where's the
'ottom? | vow L
Safe at last! quaint old place-old
vail with a gate in it, Ell! Fishing
DDS and oars all about; when does
he tide come in? Faster than a horse
an gallop, Ell? Well, that must be
ad for the horse. Anyhow, didn't
SIX how fast it came in; 1 asked
7hen it would come in next. Well,
SIX some one. An hour after we
cave, Ell? Interesting. But come on:
cts go up to Nine. Poulard Aine and
at the omelet, and then we can climb
round some. You walk on, Yvonne
nd order the luncheon, and Mr.. Pc.
'rs and / will come leisurely after. /.
And SO this is the famous omelet
lace. Well, in we go. Quaint-very ,
naint. Look at the chickens turning /,
the spit and dripping in a trough. !
y, but they look good! Nine. Pou-
I'D herself. isn't it? Good day,
a'am; bon jour-bon jour. Glory,
hat a smile, stereoscoped and illum- :
ated! Makes me think of the china !
IT'S head that we used to put can
e inside of when was a kid. Do we
upstairs? Eat up there, eh? =.
uaint-very quaint Every fellow :
d what he pleased to these walls. =
'idently. Well, Peters, let's sit !.
,wn"
And so we now set out to climb
ont-Saint- Michel. Picturesque flight