The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-06-18

without Tagging. and are stopping at Mir.
 M house for the night. NJ is poor
 devil, but seems cherry enough he has been blowing out" for a neighbor all day; he had great expectations once, but
 the competitive system has got him to the
 wall at last. M blamed nobody, how
 ever. Mrs. NJ was little, thin over
 worked woman, but laughed with con
 tent at her kiddes playing on the floor.
 Two others, aged about P and Ii, bal
 anced themselves. agape, on the backs | of chairs. Neither of 'em have ben to
 school yit." Raining like the devil out
 side. Mitchell is reciting dramatically the
 tale of killing that occurred somewhere,
 God knows when. Only there's look in
 the mans eyes that makes me wonder
 as if he had suffered intensely one way
 or another. A thin eadaverous girl said
 supper was ready, and there was black
 coffee and beans and bread, being extra
 ordinary preparations. Is there
 anywhere the Wolf of Need doesn't
 prowl? Here is Ms home-the nome of a
 producer-he was showing his teeth! Give
 us a remedy, Mr. Socologist! "The poor
 ye have with ye alway,' just so long as
 society stands for it. esd, morning) Rain
 furnished sooting shingle-music last night,
 but the roads make miserable promises,
 Tom has got sore ankle, but applied some mustang liniment which I suppose will give him endurance of a horse to- | day Guess I must brush up on my | Swa boda in order to hike abreast With l him. (Evening) We sold six subserlp-
 tlons at Collinsville. A partly empty
 box car GA. G. S. 40,3i9 was al the station clamoring to be inhabited as far as Fort
 Payne. A local freight was due to arr
 rive shortly A new experience was prom
 ised, and we took the advice of a chap
 standing nearby to crawl in and play
 with the plgs,' there being a lot of pig
 iron inside, consigned to some Kentucky point The local came in due time and
 gave us snalSy and jerky time of it for 15 miles. There Is much to be said In praise of Morris chairs But it was not so shaky that we couldn't gorge on chile and soda crackers, the while we alter
 nately sprawled and balanced ourselves on the soft portions of the cargo. And after that chile concarne 1 held at the time that a few red hot coals would have cooled my throat I thought of the chap in Revelations who ate book, "and the
 book was sweet In his mouth but bitter | Cor not)-elSewhere. At ColllnS- vile Stribling swung off easily as we ap- preached the town, but l, being Stocky or
 build and less 1.-the of limb, in the pro- cess dug my fingers in the wet earth; un- like Enoch Arden, I swore horribly. The fact that have no wife to abandon me, as E. had-mitgated the humiliation. We ate a can of Vienna sausage, sauerkraut and Uneeda biscuit for O clock dinner, since which time Tom and have been conversing in broken Dutch.
 Sausage and kraut have an electrical eff feet on ones vocabulary. Apropos, while in Jamestown (we are figuring on the exposition now) we propose to petition the fair officials for appointment as canned goods inspectors. We can give the eX- act age, to 8 day, of any can of pork
 and beans, and it is really a treat to watch Stribling make a wide circle | around those stores that carry stale
 goods. He seems to sense the age of their
 stock not only through the cans, but
 through the walls of the stores.
 April 24-Conductor Is | sch olar and q gentleman. He allowed us to ride in Mobile and Ohio 29674 | from Fort Payne to Chattanooga, a dis
 tance of 5o.9 miles. The trip for pan
 oranic beauty cannot be surpassed,
 think, south of the Mason and Dixon | line. Between two ridges of varying | heights we passed and though cer- | tain sameness characterized it all we l were delighted. "So long as one can see
 far enough" says Emerson, one can be happy. Certainly if far-reaching 1 glimpses make for happiness, we had | a good time. Ridge upon ridge silhouet- | ted against the sky, finally mixing with the blue, and so lost. Along part of the way flecks of cloud passed | over the ridges, and the changes of | light greens, dark greens, and browns, produced a perfect tonal effect. | ha n
 cars henceforth. We will either tramp | or snuggle into good commodious box | cars, where one has at least a whole | open door to see through. Fancy the
 rabble one must mix with on day coaches If the weather is fair we will climb Lookout in the morn | ing. We are quartered tonight at a very comfy place on Georgia ave- | nue. After glimpse of the town and
 perhaps Chickamauga park, we will tramp out toward Bristol, thence if
 present plans don't misscary, to Ashe- vile. Everything going famously. Raw | enous appetite. Gan eat anything from canvass back duck to Alfalfa hay, with | relish.
 April 25-Well, it's been pretty stren- | uous. We climbed the hill and at the | top I felt pretty much as the Mar athon runner feels-afterward. But it was well worth the weariness, for we
 are first-class animals, eating, sleep l ing, wallSin g-and nothing else matters very much. (When you know intense | hunger and desire and weariness you know you are an animal, and become glad with the old free gladness that | the world seems nearly to have lost. | The things we must not quite lose are hunger, desire, weariness, at times. Be- lieve me. over-culture-and there is | such thing in the world, In spits, Is | a real menace.) .. Climbing that hill
 counted GAS steps in four different | flights, when. looking up, I discovered We had as many more flights to cover, and quit counting. At this height we | looked back and saw the city spread | ing out like scroll for us to see and the near hills and the far hills loom | ing gray and blue for our especial ben eft. There are high moral lessons that
 can't be had except In sight of hills I--lessons for the eye and the soul Sure , ly this lessoning can be had only from
 eminences. We have to realize our lit- | tleness to win the thrills. What we
 call culture--the lifes past expe- rlcnces of any sort-bookish or what not. are seen to be not such great
 things after all will surely make some words here4 that shall tell of
 me prospect as 1t Is, I said. But I | iiiaue noewords at all. What I might
 nave written would perhaps have
 sounued true enough H read on level 1 Witn the town between walls But up | there on the hllls crest 1 could have no more than made believe I knew what
 the distances meant and the blue sky | and the silences. GAS matter of fa ct
 not Emerson, or Rushln, or Thoreau.
 or Amiel, or Burroughs, have expe-