Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-04-28

'bdut it I'd put man or boy oil,
'nuf t. know better in Jail fer doin'
it; what right, I'd like t. know, has
any human bein' to their winters
store O. food that they've worked
all tn fall t. gather? | say it's
stealin' n robbery n jes' as wicked
as It's t. steal corn out of a neigh
boris crib or pork out O. his barrel.
n he orto go to Jail fort, or re-
store i'm fourfold; n mother pesky
mean trick is stealth eggs out o.
birds nests jes' cos they're pooty;
p'raps some brides is nigh on t be-
in Matched, when some tho'tless
boy finds their nest n steals tn
eggs; so many less birds t. sing t.
US, n tn mother bird goes mournin'
all summer long; sech doins' orto
be stopped, | d switch a boy
legs if | saw i'm dom it"
Coming to a deep shady pool at
the foot Of a cascade where the
water is dark and silent in depth,
hardwood said, How much this
pool is like unto the capacities of
some great. truthful mind into
whose, trustful, weighing depths the
worlds stream of political, social
and moral agitation flow, and are
still"
N that's where t catch yer big
trout, they hide there, said Hunter
John. They cast the line. instantly
there's jerk of the rod, and away
dart the wary trout beneath the
projecting boulder; he comes again,
and in tWinkiing grasps the bait;
simultaneously there's jerk from
both ends of the rod, it bends low,
dipping the water, and up came the
trout, Topping from the crystal
depths, in crimson speckled armor.
And here's another, an own twin
brother" said Marktree.
And here's the presiding Elder
O. the hull passed. on EN-" said
Hunter John, as The, biggest of
the three bounded out of the water
on his line. Advancing on their
way while vending through the
thick spruce timber, the Boom :
boom - boom = boom e
boom boom boom-bob mboomboom-
oomoomoommm" of the partridge
greeted their ears.
That drummer'II lhake his drum
sticks fly Eastern any drummer in
tn Rev'Iushun; wish Cap'n Tossum
could git i'm fer tn June Trafnin's,
but that air ffer, Tim Timkins, I'D
have t make his fingers fly like
spokes t. keep up with that drum
min, n Yankee Doodle 'ud be all
drummed afore he'd flied it half
way t. taown," said Hunter John.
Continuing on their way where the
brook ran quietly along in it's
smooth and even channel. they soon
came to where they could hear it
above, splashing, dashing, roaring.
See" said hardwood, how
E quietly the mountain brook glides
at our feet; how clear and spark
ling, coursing DER its pebbly bed;
down here it has reached the vale
of quietude, up there on the noun
tain slope it IS toiling, and gather
ing in from all it's remote sources
yelling on either side; forcing it's
way deeper and wider, until with
all its accumulated resources of life
and power it flows on in one deep,
steady current of fullness of life"
oh, look up there" said Bard
wood, as they proceeded, See that
bird singing with all its might upon
limb bending low over the falls,
enveloped in its spray; hear it:
Chirup chirup, CHEEKY CHEEKY,
Prettily sweetling, dearie dearie. I"
; See" continued hardwood, the
bird has now hid its head under it's
wing and gone to sleep in the midst
of the turmoil of the dashing
waters. In the roar of the cataract,
and the din of life's battles for the
right, may be heard above it all the
clear, bird voice Of good cheer; and