The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-09-30

was always an uncertainty. Yet
Zipporah Fullertaught there sue
cesSfully in summer; and Louise
Mcclure, and in the winter Bald
win and Roach and Dan CRUDE
and John Maxey. Is John Maxey
still living?
1t was a place for spelling
schools, where Alice Corse usu-
ally spelled down all comers, ant
where my brother Lucius once
had that honor-for the everlast.
ing cherishing of our house. And
singing schools, at which ther<
usually was fight in the wal
time. And on Sunday preaching
by any one who wished to come
And once a Methodist minister
named Webb walked out from
town and conducted a Sunda
school for us through the hot
Sabbath afternoons.
On the hill little fart'.er wa:
Abe Rinehart's place before he
moved still farther west and cary
ed another home out OF the
woods. And still farther lived
the Crowells, who bought the old
Rinehart homestead-and then
the rest OF the Rineharts, and the
thick woods" OF walnut and
beech and sugar and poplar
Doesn't seem possible now, out
it was that way then. There was
no we'll on the school grounds,
and we used to carry water from
Abe Rinehart's place, or from my
farm.
But let us turn to the left there
at the schoolhouse, by the trees
where we used to play blackman,
and go' bEween the Pitcher farm
which also was a part of my
own grandfather's possession ear
lier; and the Andrew Rinehart
place, where John and George
and the girls grew up; and then
woods and n1arAbland till you
came to the big, fine Adam Rine-
hart farm. and so on across the
Knox road which went past
Dunkard settlement and the
West school house, where the
township held its elections. And
then to Pretty Lake. Do you
people go there now? Did you
ever see a finer beach than that
on the east of the lake? Or is
there in all the world water SO
fine for bathing? Can you catch
such sunfish anywhere? There
are wild grapes on the south
shore, and pawpaws and hazel
nuts, and the best hickory nuts
ever.
We used to wash the h D
III, = at the south end Of the
cacf. where the bluff; MA a
wall Or the pen, just Be -ond Mrs
Peter Stevens home-a pIace
which produced wonderful str ".
berries in season, and those rad
ishes which never bite too sharp
ly.
The apples will be ripe in all
the orchards now. And they will
be running cider mills on half a
dozen farms. And some. success
sor of those old farmers will be
drilling wheat where we used 20
sow it broadcast land thee will be
a few birds abroad-dim remind
ers of those sun-darkening clouds
of blue pigeons that once amaz-
ed and then enriched the people.
And somewhere | will hear the
sound of fails on buckwheat, and
they will be cutting corn on ev-
cry farm. And there will be some
man with watermelon in the
corn shock, put there in the cool
of the morning to be eaten in the
hot OF the Septtmber noon. And
in the evening there will be an
apple pairing in some farmhouse,
and all the boys and girls will be
there. And we will have fresh
cider, and friend cakes and maybe
pie-and Lord! Lord what a
good time we will have. And then
we will sleep ON straw beds, fresh
and comfortable, and listen to the
wonderful silence, and see the
same old stars of childhood-and
SO drift into dreams that will ride
straight to the gates of the morn
ing.
Do you know, have never
seen the sun rise in the east any,
where since I left Marshall coun-
ty. | am getting old, little child
rem. and most of your readers
will not remember the people or
the places that cling TO my mem
ory. But | want to come back
there for day, and catch the
music that never ceased through
all the joys and sorrows th''
were mine. The music that sings
forever blessedlv<of Home.
Leroy Armstrong.