Year: 1878

No other boy knows how to appreci-
ate a holiday as the farm boy does, and
his best ones are Of a peculiar kind.
Going fishing, is, Of course, one sort.
The excitement of rigging up the tackle,
digging the bait and the anticipation OF
great luck-these are pure pleasures,
enjoyed because they are rare. Boys
who can 90 a-fshing any time care but
little for it. Tramping all day through
brush and brier, fighting flies and
mosquitoes and branches that tangIe
the lines, and snags that break the hook
and returning home late and hungry
with wet feet, and a string Of speckled
trout on willow twig, and having the
crowd out at the kitchen door to look
at 'em and say, :" Pretty well done for
you; but, did you catch that big one
yourself?''-this is also pure happiness;
the ike Of which the boy will never
have again, not if he comes to be select
man and deacon and to keep store. =


But the holidays I recall with delight
were the two days in spring and fall,
when we went to the distant pasture
land, in a neighboring town, maybe, to
drive thither the young cattle and colts,
and to bring them back again. 1t was
a wild and rocky upland where our
great pasture was, many miles from
home, the road to it running by a Drawl-
ing river and up dashing brookside
among great hills. What days ad-
venture it was. It was ike a journey
to Europe. The night before | could
scarcely sleep for thinking Of it, and
there was no trouble about getting me
up at sunrise that morning. The break
fast was eaten, the luncheon was packed
in large basket, with bottles OF root
beer and a JUG Of switched, which pack
ing | superintended with the greatest
interest; and then the cattle were to be
collected for the march, and the horses
hitcbed Did shirk my duty? Was lslow?
| think not. was willing to run my
legs off after the frisky steers, who
seemed to have an idea they were going
on a lark and frolicked about, dashing
into all gates and all bars except the
right ones, and how cheerfully did yell
at them; it was glorious chance to
" "holler," and have never since heard
any public speaker on the stump or at
a camp-meeting who could make more
noise. / have often thought it fortunate
that the amount Of noise in boy does
not increase in proportion to his size;
il it did. the world could not contain 1t.


The whole day was full Of excitement
and Of freedom. We were away from
the farm, which to boy is one Of the
best parts Of farming. We saw other
farms and other people at work | had
the pleasure Of marching along and
swinging my whip past boys whom |
knew, who were picking up
stones. Every turn OF the
road. every bend and rapid Of the
river.th great powders bythe wayside,
the watering troughs, the giant pine
shat had been struck by lightning, the
mysterious covered bridge over the river
where it was most swift and rocky and
foamy, the chance eagle in the blue sky,
the sense OF going sOmewhere-why, as
I recall all these things [ feel that even
the Prince Imperial as he used TO dash
on horseback through the Bois de Bou-
logne, with fifty mounted hussars clat-
tering at his heels, and crowds OF peo-
Pile cheering, could not have been as
happy as /, boy in short jacket and
shorter pantaloons, trudging in the dust
that day behind the steers and colts,
cracking my black-stock whip.-CharJeS
Dudley Warner.