Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-08-02
ION THE ROAD.
The Tramp Doesn't Co Anywhere In
Particular But A Fishing With
A Thrilling Result.

| a thrilling Result.
The Journal Tramp's seatmate in the
smoking car was a well-Known Ban
gor man. IF man tells me how non
est he u.s." said he, II don't want him
to owe me anything"
| A whole library could not be more
suggestive.
A Bangor girl went over to- work in
Lewiston, according to this same gen.
tleman, and the Lewistonians guyed
her beyond endurance by frequent
wonderment as to how Bangor folks
managed to exist without any big cot
ton mills such as Lewiston is properly
proud of. Without any mills ike
ours, or any such visible means Of
support" said one of the Lewiston
girls, Il really don't see how you man
age to live over there.
I'VE live in our own houses. re-
piled the Bangor Miss. referring to the
corporation houses of lewiston
Between Bowdoinham and Richmond
close to the railroad is little pond
and the Tramp as the trains have
ested in a flock of tame black ducks
swimming on the pond.
Yesterday as the train passed the
pond was alive with ducks, big ones
and a score of cute little new duck
lngs. 1t was an illustration of the
Biblical command to increase and
multiply and also a suggestion OF
Thanksgiving dinners In prospect.
| To continue his nature studies on
trolley in Sagadahoc the Tramp no
ticed pleasant pastoral Sunday near
sunset. A man had driven his team
into a pasture and left his horse to
Craze while he himself was in roped
off corner of the pasture surrounded
by half a dozen cows which he was
milking in the open air. No barn was
in sight He had taken from home his
milking stool and tin cans and found
it easier to thus go to his cows than
to drive his herd back and forth to and
from the pasture.
On the New Meadows Inn lawn were
men and women, youths and maidens
in mild fiirtatiQns enjoying the mid
summer evening by starlight. On the
piazzas was another laughing merry
crowd, in the road line of autos, off in
the middle of the New Meadows was
moored the beautiful Baxter yacht
IKanawha ii. of Portland looking like
navy gunboat, SO neat and trim was
she.
1t was more interesting than politics
bu:,-.
Wen give the Republicans a good
i rub any way and if they break on the
home stretch they're goners."
Needless to add the speakers was an
enthusiastic Democrat.
But listen: A month ago that same
Major would not have hest
tated to claim a Democratic victory
as sure.
1t is the railroad man talking now
on board the car smoker:
When you're sizing up road for
purposes of higher taxation, you want
| always to remember one thing and
that is that a train has to have fifty
passengers on board to defray the bare
cost of running.
They were talking politics farther
down the aisle and the Tramp I'M
furled his ears to overhear what the
was: It's a long way back l know
and I'm Democrat, but sha'n't vote
that way this fall. Somehow as l
grow older it comes back to me more
wildly again.-what we went through
| in the swamps of Georgia so years ago
when l was fighting for the Union. No
haven't got over it yet and then up
north was most of 'em as bad as them
| Il fpht on.
| ing to vote for Fernald and the Black
| Republican ticket all through"
The Tramp had reached his destina-
ton. beautiful old colonial farm
house with wide stretch of close
cropped field in front, an old fash
toned flower garden with dignified
hollyhocks aspiring high for suprem-
acy over humber but more gorgeous
lilies and asters just ready to bloom
| and a few passionate peonies still in
blossom. There was a pasture to the
left rocky and full of bull thistles and
jumpers. You could hear the tinkle |
| of the bells on the sheep mingling with
the music of the cowbells.
| To the right trout brook mean |
dered along a forest until it was lost |
| in meadow of bullrushes and tall
grasses. The Tramp was smoking |
and thinking how like paradise the
countryside on Saturday is.
"Oh!-O-oh. O--o-h!" 1t was |
yell from the Bangor girl up in her |
room unpacking |
Investigation proved that a tomato |
can, filled with angle worms which |
she'd brought with her from Bangor |
for bait-probably on the general |
theory that bait from that city Is bet |
ter for fishing excursions-had lost its |
cover and the worms had escaped |
among her dainty lingerie!
The worms were coralled and re-
packed in the can and next morning |
we got a string of speckled darlings |
that made supper for ten.
THE TRAMP.
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