Evening star., 1921-09-25
INTERESTING TRIP IN AN AUTO
FROM HERE TO NORTH WOODS
Washington Motorist Gives Vivid Picture
of Experiences Along the Road
on Long Jaunt

, chanical goat was champing at the
bit we clucked and went ahead. Parts
of the trail gave us pause. for there
were some homemade detours and
real hills. At Windgap, on the advice
of a farmer, we struck east, passing
the Slate mines and adding to our
store of knowledge.
! And now the blue wall against the
northern sky showed a mighty cleft
! from peak to plain-a noble gateway
TO-, 1or the waters of the Delaware.
Through the gap in the shadows Of
evening; then East Stroudsburg,
where recently an ex-Attorney Gem
eral of the United States has hung
out new shingle. and finally the de-
lightful little village of Bushkill, our
objective for the day.
The village is at the confluence of
the Big and Little Bushkills, attrac-
tive trout streams, broad, shallow and
clear. ripping over stony beds and
| ideal for fy-casting. An employe at
the railway station told us he had
taken eighty trout during the season
from eleven to thirteen inches in
length, fishing under the bridge in
the village before going to work
mornings.
This country is part of that ancient
Indian grant to one of Pennsylvania s
thrifty pioneers. to whom an inno-
cent chief gave all the territory the
limited time. The paleface was the
original American speed demon. and
the distance covered gave poor LO a
tribal pain. Near here are ancient
copper mines, from which in the early
days ore was carted. for smelling. to
Kingston, one-time capital of the
Empire state.
Thus ended the first day, with PAS
miles on the speedometer and tired
body ready for bed. 1t felt like more
than that to us. Either the instru-
ment was wrong or the Sparrow
skidded over a lot that did not get
on the record.
! And our friend. with whom we ex-
pected to stay. had been called away
suddenly on business. And we did
not have the heart to impose our
draggled self on his dear old moth
er. And the hotel was full. And the
proprietor was busy. And we had to
poster him some more. Then ne re,
membered a room in a little annex
across the street, and for us to go
over by ourself and take it. Which
we did.
We suspect the proprietor was not
glad to see us. and we do not blame
him. Nice little hotels do not care to
have tarred and busted tramps on the
front porch or crawling into snow
white linen. But We located the col
ored janitor, who was more amenable
and did business with him. He was
prince, acting the grand seigneur with
merry ease. He found chicken-coop
for the Sparrow. brought us some
water and towels. and told us the
doors were open night and day-an
excellent arrangement in view of the
heat. And we settled with him that
night, in the presence of witnesses, to
avoid delay in the morning, the pro-
prietor still being busy.
T',-n. we slept the sleep of the
weary.
Yet. at daybreak, we crept out. and
cranked up and rambled on. The road
fever had US. We started stiff and
sore and tired, but soon forgot it. The
smooth road to Port Jervis clung close
| to the mountainside. the crystal Della
. ware lazing along below. Over to the
right the tops of the tatinny s
caught the first sunbeams and pinked
the dissolving miSt-veils that floated
up from the valley. The eighteenth
amendment had failed to take the wine
out of the fragrant breath of the MORN
ing, and we stopped still and drank