Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1925-01-22

i southwark. Three o'clock saw us
pulling into a pasture field not over
60 or IS miles from Philadelphia. Let
| it suffice to say that we We're not
far from that notorious town. Eliza
beth, n. j. Why notorious? ASK
any motorist that has ever passed
! through or tried to do so. AS we
were going along the main streets
of this city we were suddenly
| brought to halt by policeman S
whistle. After long questioning. ne
! finally decided that since / had no
| license with me. he could detain both
of us until the morning court. even
though my frined owned the car and
had q license But, if we wished to
take a chance on a big rattle which
tn, policemen of the city were to
hold the next week.-he might see
Fl. to let us pass along without de-
Law. So, as meek as the little hus-
band with the large wife. we passed
over fifty cents apiece and departed
for the above mentioned pasture
camp.
l haven't the space to tell you OF
our experience with the roads. how
we were pulled out by mules in Eir-
Eiria. how we ratified along plank
bridges in the Carolinas. how we
snaked along through the swamps
and trails of Louisiana. thought
II had seen bad roads, but l didn't
krow the half Of 1t. Our travel
through Louisiana was one OF the
NEST thrilling parts Of our eXper-
fence. Twice we barely escaped
spending the night stuck in the ad-
hesive clay: all Of the time we felt
strange and very far from home and
friends. We had constantly to cheer
each other and speak of the novel
sights and new adventures ahead.
Finally, about noon on the middle
day OF September. we reached Aus
tin. unshaven. dirty. but triumphant
in what had been narrowing and
often disheartening journey.
The homeward trip took us up
through Oklahoma into Missouri and
thence to St. Louis. Then we head
ed east across the great grain
regions of Illinois. Indiana and
Ohio: we saw after Ohio the valleys
and mountains of Western Pennsyl-
vania, and soon we were back E in
New England, the circle Of over 20
states completed.
Our Journey back was not with
out it's thrills and mishaps. We fol-
lowed the National Old Trails from
st. Louis into Pittsburg and then
took the Lincoln Highway route into
Chambersburg. Thence we went up
the back route to New York. In all
my life l have never so enjoyed
nature as l did while we were in the
heart Of the Tuscaroras. The hills
stretched far away, with great grain
filed valleys between them. The
long black road wound in and out
through the passes and up the sides
Of tai The of tho
hills and the lighter green and the
gold Of the valleys formed as pretty
& picture as one could wish for. In
the cold air of the morning every
thing seemed alive and crisp and
vital. The New England scenery
seems cramped by the side of this.
No, it did not have the lakes of
Maine. nor the tranquil beauty of
quiet woodland dells. but it was
spectacular without being too vast
and discouraging.
Connecticut again. ready to take a
third trip. Henry and l decided
that this time we would see upper
New York. Buffalo, Niagara Falls
and the Great Lakes. Did we? We
did.
Niagara. Falls, Cold though 1t
was. we ut a thrill such as we
never feitSbefore when we saw the
mighty waters rolling everlastingly
down the smooth sides of the cliff,
to break into mist and foam on the
rocks below. But We must hurry
cut Of Niagara and down through
Buffalo. see the waters of Erie dis
tributed and irrigated by the cold
September winds. We must roll
down through the grape country Of
Erie's shores. seeing thousands of
BOTTLES of Welch's Grape Juice be-
fore the grapes have been forced to
Weld its sweet Here we see acre
after acre covered with green vines.