Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-07-28

wing. but a courageous opponent of
the aggressions of the slave power"
Them shareholders are forcin
the slavery question into politics
fast enough, and they'll get enough
ont afore they get through" said
one of the listeners.
Mr.. Calhoun of South Carolina, "
said Judge Markham, is the ablest
and most sincere advocate of the
rights of the people of the South to
hold slaves. He sees with prophetic
vision the tendency of the agitation
of the slavery question. He says:
However sound the great body of
the non-slave holding states are at
present, in the course of few years
they will be succeeded by those who
will have been taught to hate the
people and institutions of nearly one
half this Union with a hatred more
deadly than one hostile nation ever
entertained toward another
He amt right there" said one
of the old men; the north don't
hate the southern people, they hate
that cussed system O. slavery. They
pity the white people who are brung
up under it and dedicated to think
it's good thing. It's as bad on
the white folks as it is on black
folks; and pity the whites as much
as | do the poor creeturs they keep
in slavery"
Illus on every occasion and at
every social gathering the sterling
men of Vermont talked of the great
issue. Hatred of slavery and more
spiritedly opposition to the intqsnsnn
ant spirit displayed by south
leaders in congress steadily 81!
The party were soon surfeited
sugar. AFTER you've had EN-
n leetle more" said one,
kind O. goes agin We"
One good old matron calld
children about her and said,
children, you've ct sugar til
pooty nigh all sugar, and VI
bilious if We don't take
picra to work agin it," Sh
duced bottle and spoon and
many a groan and wry face the
tie lads and misses took teaspoon
full of this compound of two Of the
bitterest thing in nature. All
There are Vermonters in all
western states, and in all the "a -
centers of commerce, but you can
find none among them all whose
brightest memories do not cluster
around a "sugarin' off" in the
woods.
Some three weeks after the sug-
airing off, of which there had been
several in the neighborly neighbour
hood, Hunter John was going the
round of his sugar bush gathering
up the last run of sap one evening
while growing dusk, when on sud-
den, as he was emptying bucket,
his attention was called to a wee
little foweret just lifting its head
from the green, mossied sod where
the snow some three days since had
melted away. He turned the bucket
bottom side up and stopped down
and communed with the newborn
flower thus: "Ah, wee, winsome,
leetle GLADLY! | am rej'iced t. see
We; I've been so lonesome 'thout We
all the winter long. Hev We come
to stay the livelong fowerin' May?
Wish it alters could be May so'st
you'd never go away. Oh what's
that tear on We face leetle heartie?
Wasn't left by a snowflake that's
from We jes parte?"
While thus rejoicing Ger this first
spring foweret that smiled so sweet
ly on his gaze, he heard the far
away notes of the mountain lark
from the dark timber on the noun
tain slope, and nearer, down by the
brook, the peeping of the frogs.
"Sugarin's DONE" said he to him
self, gather buckets tomorrow; best
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