Year: 1869

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EDITOR When the
Devil led our Lord up into an exceed
ing high mountain, and offered Him
all the kingdoms of the world, if He
would worship him, / think this must
have been the identical mountain. Old
Ethan Allen, the Green Mountain
Chief, once said that the poor misera-
BILE devil knew when he made the
offer that he hadn't got foot of land
on earth. Now / think the old conti-
mental was a little mistaken, for the
devil owns right smart of land about
here, although he may have acquired
it by peaceable possession since that
historical event. At any rate there is
none here to dispute his title, and
Judging from the surroundings, our
Lord must have become so disgusted
with the country, He has not visited
here since His interview with his
satanic majesty.


This place is situated near the high
est peak of the Allegheny Mountains,
and Is $500 feet above tide water, and
there are some farms that have been
hewn out of these rocks that seem to
produce very good crops of wheat, rye,
barley, oats and potatoes, but not
much for corn. Farms are worth
from 20 TO so dollars per acre, but no
christian would take ten thousand
acres as a gift and live on it. Thirty
five miles west of here, in Fayette
County, Pa, we come to Gods cOun-
try, and indeed it is beautiful land
ON high.n Peaches and cherries were
in full blossom three weeks ago, and
the people informed me that the fruit
prospect was never better. 1t seemed
to a Western Reserve man like
''crOwding the season." to see farmers
planting corn the 18th of April, and
out of patience TO think that it should
rain so they would be late with their
planting, yet such was the case when
left that county.


Notwithstanding the darkness OF
this region, L see the. evidences of
light creeping in occasionally IN the
form of log school house, which car
ries us back thirty-five years to when
we were trying TO solve the mystery
of A, B, e, in an old log school house
not twelve miles from where now
stands Oberlin. These Rebel, heltish
spirits !grO1OI like a dog with a sore
head, about taxes and schools, but as
mean as they are, their children will
rise up and call them blessed.


1 see by the CHRONICLE, for the
third time, that the people at North
Bristol have got new church and a
Troy bell. When reading this for the
third time, was reminded, as Mr..
Lincoln used to say, of a little story
Many years.agO, before railroads and
telegraphs, had friend travelling in
the south part our State, and stopped
over night at country inn. Being
on important business he was very
much in a hurry for his breakfast.
After waiting long time he thought
he would look into the kitchen and
see how things progressed. There
was no one visible, but he saw buck
wheat cakes over the fire and large
churn full of batter, standing on the
hearth, with large cat standing on
her hind legs licking off the batter;
he slipped in, took the old cat, and
lifting up the lid plunged her into the
churn heels first, put the lid down and
then tip-tOed out, and stopped and
peeped through the crack of the door
to see the result. The good house
wife shortly came in, cakes being
done, must put on more, when on
lifting up the lid she found puss had
taken possession. She took the cat
by the neck, drawed her out, and
pOking the batter all back into the
churn, hit her two or three spanks
and says, "Here, that is the third
time I've pulled you out of that
batter" SELIN.