Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-02

While the darkness hovers DER,
Save the hushing, mystic sounds
Of tapping wave and dipping oar
Reveerie sweet sweet.
| deep IN the forest soltudes
| We hear his sweet beatitudes
Repeated Ger and o 'er again,
The blessings of his sylvan strain
Observation-Disclosures sweet sweet
Peace bestilling all to rest,
! He drops into his downy nest;
Balmy zephyrs and lulling stream
| His song bears on to US in dream
Treedearie sweet sweet
Reveerie sweet sweet
Trillierie- rillierie-sweet-swe
And soon the deep breathing from
the fir bower told Uncle Ez, who
kept watch, that them York State
fellers had diskivered a good article
of sleep up here in the woods"
At peep of day in the grey dawn
of the next morning, while the
woods were melodious with bird
song and the dew lay heavy on the
foliage, our party started toward
the summit with the exhilaration
which the pure air and uplift of the
mountain impaired. And ere yet
the dew had assembled in the suns
rosy chariot" from the foliage
fringed crown of the azure height,
the climbers stood upon it's Hottest
feature. In silent admiration they
Toasted their eyes upon the land
scape beauty--of distant mountain
ranges and their still loftier peaks,
east and west, and far view of it's
own range north and south, and its
emulating, lesser heights; mountain
lakes sparkling like great diamonds
in dark velvet setting, or as the
! eyes of the mountains o'er-shadowed
] by the dropping, dark eyebrows and
lashes Of fir. spruce and hemlock,
thick beneath its granite crown up
raised in heavenly light, peace and
calm; winding rivers like silver
chains, with cleaning waterfall;
brooks, coursing through meadows
green; little villages, with glsten-
ing church spires, nesting by river
or perched on the hillsides, embow-
cred in maple wood; upland and
forest beauty delighting the eye
near and far. 1T is a sight that
} admiration paints intellectually upon
the walls of memory" said Bard
wood.
That's So" said Hunter John.
1T leaves a pictur' on yer mind that
makes We feel tip-top O all We see,
sorter inspirin' like way Moses felt
when God spoke to i'm out O a
cloud. Tom" he said, turning to
the colored boy, whose eyes were
rolling in delighted wonderment,
Tom, look over there. That little
round mountain YOU see is in Can
adar
''Fo' de Lawd," replied the ne
gro, Il can jump over dar."
Poorly long jump, Tom" said
Hunter John, better wait till We
can fly"
Oh" said the negro, "Pd like
de wings of buhd. dat | could fly
dar and be free"
He has the thought of the
psalmist," said the judge. oh,
that | had wings like a dove! For
then would | fly away and be at
rest"
"Wa-al, Tom" said Hunter John,
seem We amt an angel, n hain't
got wings, ye'd better keep patient
few days and go by the under
ground railroad. That's the nexr
best thing. It's lucky for US folks
up this way that the black folks
can't fv "
"How's that" asked the judge
curious to know what conceit wa!
now in the mind of this drol
Yankee.
: Coz, don't We see," said he
) they'd be flynn north in sech flock
{ they'd shet out our sunlight n W.
! couldn't raise our crops"
: Oats what dey would" laughed
the regro.
But some day." said the judge