Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-09
CHAPTER XIII CONTINUED.
THE EXCURSION CONTINUED OVER
THE MOUNTAIN RANGE.

IOydl UIcdhldSG Ildu UGSu pre-
pared; Uncle Ez had been out and
gathered a few cartridges from a
covey. and these nicely broiled were
the crown of the repast.
Il just clipped their heads off
with the bullet in a kind O human
way, so they didn't know what hurt
'em; | didn't hit no mother birds;
that amt fair; but the cocks is fair
game; you can kill off half on 'em
and not extarminate the breed, ;"
said Uncle Ez.
More philosophy" said the judge.
WARS kill men. A generation of
young men may almost be blotted
out, but savage or civilized, chris
tian or pagan, only the most brutal
of savages exterminate the female. "
Breakfast over and tents struck,
our party were soon descending into
the dark, weird cash cut in the
mountain chain, known as The
Notch" This is one of the choice
parts of our Journey" said Bard
wood. Here we are in a deep,
dark ravine. The mountains rise
on either side, steep and rugged
Here the day seems an unwelcome
visitor"
"Tain't quite healthy to the mine
to go through SIGH places" sale
Uncle Ez.
why 500" asked Marktree.
I "Cos," said the OLD woodsman
ones mind is apt to get ongearet
in SIGH a shady place. | come
through here once with Jesse Sears
he had heered some cock n bul
stories bout there bein' some keg
O gold coin buried in this notch b,
some British troops in the oil
French war. He was clean owly Oh
that pint. thought we'd never gi
through the Notch. He said tina
we must look at every pint O. rock
fer some marks. He said we wa
likely to find some fggers, so man,
feet n so many pints O. compass
from some pint, n that would lea,
US to a place where we'd find som
other mark that would tell US tina
so many pints n so many feet w
should dig. There is the kegs O
gold. By George, that old felle
had to look at every corner of
rock, n arter we'd got through h
wanted to go back and sarch agin
There's lots O. kind O crazy, bu
this goin' crazy bout buried treas
ure is the widest kind a Teller ca
catch-leastways out in the woods.
In the period of which we ar
here telling, no superstition or trad
ton was more current among tn
mountain folks of this region tina
that in the marches of troops dun
ing the colonial wars, money ha
been buried in the notches of tn
mountains. This the Vermont nov
elist, Daniel P. Thompson, has hal
PLY illustrated in his story of Ma
Martin, or the Money Diggers."
Emerging from this darkson
ravine, the party came into a waite
. shed region of deep hard wood TO
est, and descending on one side of
came to mountain-born strear
where the trout kept every lit
pool in agitation by their leaping
the surface for the insects who
misfortunes furnished them foo
Along this stream, alder-fringe
they rode or walked, till they can
into the region where there we
settlements, and where the WOO
man had spared not the tree. Pre-
emily they heard a penetratil
sound, quite strange to the pal
ners.
That's the filing of a mill saw
said the Judge. I'VE are comil
to a saw-mil!"
! They descended into a little VI
| ley where two streams met and he
was little hamlet, a sawmill, wo,
| carding mill, single mill, a count
! store, postoffice, a plain unpaint