Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30


this North American Union shall
dare to join the standard of the AL
mighty God to put down the Afri-
can slave trade; and what can |,
upon the verge of my seventy
fourth birthday, with "a shaking
hand, darkening eye, a drowsy
brain, and with all my faculties
dropping from me one by one, as
my teeth are dropping from my
head, what can do for the cause of
God and man for the progress of
human emancipation, for the sup
preston of the African slave trade?
Yet my conscience presses me on;
let me die in the breach"
Out in the moonlight there was a
chatter of voices, the laughter of
girls. Jokes were passed, in which
the wit was better than the gram
mar. In one group there was sing
ing Of the sentimental songs ofSthe
day. The bright moonlight sug-
gested, and many voices male and
female, joined in
"Roll on, silver moon, guide ,'the trav,
eler on his way,
While the nightingale's song is in tune;
But never, never more with my true
love shall stray
By the sweet, silver light of the moon.
The air was full of flying ears of
corn, the rustic of the stalks blend
ed with the chatter of voices, with
the songs and shouts of merriment.
Some one started the3 song of the
campaign of 1910, For Tippecanoe
and Tyler, Too"
No! No! Was the universal shout,
Darn Tyler, the tarnal turn-coat. :"
Col durn him." could be heard in
the Babel of dissatisfaction.
"Ye got took in, with yer old
militia general and your vice presi-
dent, you wings did," exclaimed an
old dyed-in-t he-wool democrat; you
might ha' knowed it, but you never
stopped to think. You jest sung
and bellered and dragged log cabins
and swigged hard cider till you
didn't know beans. Ye can't run
the country coz We don't know huff
to pick cut a statesman, that's what
allies ye."
Dry up on politics." Don't
rub it in" We've had enough
CAB about presidents" and other
expressions told how the old demo.
crat was touching his whig neigh
bors on the raw.
The large pile of shocks melted
away before the nimble handed
huskers. A great winrow of COLDER
ears grew by its side, and behinC
the file of workers a stack of stalks
rose under the supervision of som,
old veteran of the harvest feel,
whose ambition found scope in be
ing the best stacker in the valley.
While the fun, the jest, the song
the laughter were going on tn
work did not flag. The fife, fiddl
and drum pealed forth odd Ii
Coon, " Yankee Doodle" and othe
old familiar airs, to the merrimer
of the huskers. Pitchers of sparl
ling new cider circulated. Anothe
beverage found great favor, it bt
ing composed of water soured wit
sap vinegar, sweetened with mapl
sugar and spiced with ginger. Som
of the elderly men, "a leetle afeare
O. takin' cold" partook moderated
from jug of black strap" a pre-
phylactic whose virtues were con
pounded of Medford rum and Yves
, India molasses. The feast that TO
, lowed! Pumpkin pies galore, fires
, from the great brick oven, swet
! and thick, with the wrinkled film @
their tops, sprinkled with CRATE
nutmeg and cinnamon; cookies cris
; and crusted with sugar and specke
with caraway seed, doughnuts, or
- the vernacular, "nutcakes," Sc
. soned to the palate, then twisted |
o a deft turn of the wrist. fried in Il
purest lard and sanded in "boughte