1902 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
27 
A Trek to the South. 
Pabt IV. 
When we started away from Shady 
Lawn I drove ahead with Will, and Fred 
\vas just back of us. A little boy asked 
him for a ride, so he took him in. As 
they were passing a nice-looking place, 
a man ran out waving wildly for them 
to stop. He thought Fred was a gipsy, 
stealing his son. The child never said 
that he belonged there, or wanted to 
stop. It was quite a joke on Fred. 
While the horses were being shod Will 
and I had a lovely drive about Walton. 
There is a white monument on a high 
hill there, to mark the spot where the 
Delaware Indians used to have their 
camping ground and lots of arrow heads 
and other like things that they made 
are found there. Will went on with us 
quite a way, and we had lunch together; 
then he left for home, and as I watched 
him out of sight and realized that the 
last tie was broken that bound us to the 
old life, and the long trip before us, I 
quite broke down and it was hard to get 
myself in hand again. 
We are in July now, you know, and 
part of the time it is pretty hot, but we 
travel through the woods a good deal 
and on high lands, where the breezes 
are fresh and cool, and we rest when 
the heat is very bad. Kin is getting to 
be quite a dog. He suffered so that 
Fred took off ms buffalo coat and pants, 
but left on his vest and hat. One very 
warm day, when we were taking a nap, 
he kept watch over everything, and 
would not let even the horses come 
near the carriage to bother us. 
You will see by the map that we en¬ 
tered Pennsylvania at the northeast 
corner, near Deposit, and crossed it 
diagonally to Gettysburg, which is near 
the middle of the south boundary ine. 
We were about three weeks “doing the 
act.” It seems a queer thing to say, but 
Fred found that in the section along the 
north boundary, the farmers buy their 
stock food! They have more cattle than 
the land furnishes food for. These 
places had a forlorn kind of a look to us, 
but it is a great dairy country. We 
passed over the line into Pennsylvania; 
then followed the trip over the “divide,” 
between the Delaware and Susquehanna 
rivers, which was mostly woods, chest¬ 
nuts, beech, walnut and sycamore. All 
through Pennsylvania we found it hard 
to get our camps. The land was all 
fenced in on both sides of the road and 
some people would not let us stop 
within “gunshot” of them, for love or 
money. This was a queer experience for 
us. Fred spoke of one thing he noticed. 
After we left our dear old State and 
were in Pennsylvania we heard no 
swearing except in the cities; and when 
we got farther south we did not hear 
any swearing at all. This was a wonder 
and a comfort to us. After leaving 
Thompson, which is a small, quiet place, 
we drove through a section that re¬ 
minded us of nome, even to the knot¬ 
grass. It was forest and then farming 
land, good hay, corn, buckwheat and 
rye, but not a single good field of oats; 
crop a total failure. That night we 
could find no camp till seven o’clock, 
and then it was near a cluster of houses, 
and the people all came out to watch us 
get supper, and sat on the fence; we 
gave them quite a free show. 
Saturday morning we went on through 
Nicholson and by the river, through 
lovely woods, and finally, towards night, 
reached a beautiful spot for a camp over 
Sunday. The man who owned it made 
us very welcome, sent us milk three 
times a day and would accept no pay 
for it or the use of the land. In the 
morning we had prayers and a quiet 
read; and in the afternoon the owner’s 
wife and daughters came to see us, and 
we had a nice visit. The man told us 
MOTHERS.—Be sure to use “Mrs. Wins¬ 
low’s Soothing Syrup” for your children 
while Teething. It is the Beet.— Adv. 
the name of the Water beech, which was 
a new tree to us. For the last three 
days we had seen no maple, but lots of 
mountain laurel (Kalmia) and great 
laurel or Rose bay (Rhododendron). 
We slept to the music of bullfrogs, water 
toads, whippoorwills and bob whites. 
We rested and fixed up Monday, and 
Tuesday morning, after bidding the 
family good-bye, were off again and into 
the woods. Fred said it was a great 
place for squirrels and boys—such lots 
of nuts—six kinds; we passed them all 
day long. He doesn’t see what people 
want to go to Europe for, w’hen tqere 
are so many beautiful spots in our own 
land to visit. For the next two days we 
were still in the woods, and passing 
small farms. Here they seemed to keep 
bees; from 20 to 60 colonies in a yard. 
Fred thinks their crops about a month 
earlier than ours, and that it is never 
very cold. They say that they do not 
have much snow. It is so strange how 
we are escaping all the storms. We 
have not had a pint of water on the car¬ 
riage top since we left home. There 
has always been some sort of shelter 
near when the storm broke. 
After passing through Dallas (it is a 
small place and 1 did not think much of 
it) we were on again and into the 
woods; and at last met a man who let 
us camp in his fenced-in lot, on such a 
lovely hill. He was working in the 
mines till he finished paying for his 
place, then he meant to farm it. He 
sold his timber to the mine for a high 
price and bought coal to burn for less 
than $2 per ton. We think he was a 
Hungarian. As a class (at the mines) 
they are dirty and wasteful, and I don’t 
“set much by them.” They had lots of 
“gin and wintergreen” around; but as 
we did not have much to do with them, 
we got along all right. You see we had 
struck the mining district, and when we 
broke camp and started for Plymouth 
it was a sight I shall never forget; all 
those mines at work and the people on 
their way to them or resting. If it was 
not for the liquor it would—away from 
the mines—be lovely, but every third 
place was a beer hole. 
We reached Plymouth on the eve of 
the Fourth of July, and camped on a 
high hill, where we could look down on 
its lights and across the river to those 
of Wilkesbarre, and see the fireworks. 
It was a perfectly beautiful sight. 
While here we heard of a little father¬ 
less boy, whose mother was not strong, 
so he worked in the coal mines. One 
day the rocks fell and filled up the 
place, and the little boy and three men 
were shut in there in the dark for two 
weeks. Day and night the men outside 
worked to release them, and the boy’s 
mother was wild; she thought her child 
was dead and starved. Finally they 
dug to where he was, and found all of 
them well. The boy ran home to his 
mother and burst into the house shout¬ 
ing: 
“Mother, I am not dead, but fat and 
well. We ate a whole mule and had all 
the water we wanted. And the men 
were kind and told me stories, and we 
had a good time.” 
The company felt sorry the boy had 
been in such peril, so they sent him to 
school and then gave him work in their 
office, and he did not have to go under 
ground again. 
We never before really thought of 
how useful canals are and how far they 
go, but we did after leaving Plymouth, 
when we drove for days beside one. We 
drove along the river bank, by the 
canal, between the towns; the farming 
lands were fine and we saw at last 
large fields of oats tnat could not be 
beaten, and beautiful crops of grain. 
Fred said he had never seen so much 
wheat in his life before, and the rye— 
such fields of it! The buildings were 
nice, too, and the people—well—they 
just “took care of their own skins.” We 
were on the top of a high hill where 
we could see, it seemed to me, hundreds 
of miles, and looking ’way off in the dis¬ 
tance Fred said: “There is North Caro¬ 
lina.” 
We reached Danville in the evening 
and a man had us put our horses in his 
stable, and the carriage in a large, clean 
room, where everything was snug and 
safe for over Sunday. In the evening 
we “did the town.” It is a dear little 
place. And Sunday I went to my own 
Episcopal church. We heard the Salva¬ 
tion Army sing. (About a week ago we 
sang a little on the road.) I made up 
my mind, after hearing the singing 
that night, that my voice has all the 
qualities for their work. Just as we 
were going to bed there came a rap at 
the door and Fred found a reporter 
there, who wanted to know all about our 
trip. He did not find out so very much, 
but it was fun to hear them talk. 
f. e. w. 
Rural Recipes 
God bless this little share of bread, 
This water from the spring, 
The wayside boon of rest at noon 
When we go hungering; 
And as we shoulder care again, 
God give us heart to sing! 
—Credit Lost. 
Orange Cake.—'Separate five eggs and 
beat the yolks until creamy; then beat 
in two cupfuls of sifted granulated 
sugar. Sift and measure two cupfuls of 
flour; add a pinch of salt and two level 
teaspoonfuls of baking powder; sift 
twice. Add the juice and grated rind of 
a tart orange to half a cupful of water 
and add to the sugar and eggs, alternat¬ 
ing with the flour. When all is in, give 
the batter a good beating. Then fcdd in 
the whites of three eggs beaten stiff. 
Bake in two layers; fill with orange fill¬ 
ing, ice with plain boiled icing and deco¬ 
rate with sections of the orange. To 
make the filling use the juice of two 
oranges and the grated rind of one; add 
a tablespoonful of cold water and half 
a cupful of sugar. Mix a dessertpoonful 
of cornstarch with a tablespoonful of 
cold water; then stir in the beaten yolk 
of an egg and mix until perfectly 
smooth. Put in orange juice, sugar and 
grated rind over the fire, and as soon as 
it comes to boiling point pour it over 
the egg and cornstarch. 'Cook about 
two minutes; add the slightly beaten 
whites and cool a little before using. 
Breakfast Buns.—Scald one-half pint 
of milk; pour it over two tablespoon¬ 
fuls of sugar; one quart of lukewarm 
water; when milk is lukewarm add the 
yeast and enough flour to make a 
“sponge.” Let rise until it doubles its 
original bulk, about two hours; then 
cream .together half a cupful of butter 
and half a cupful of sugar; add two well- 
beaten eggs and one cupful of scalded 
milk. Mix this into the sponge and add 
sufficient flour to make a soft dough; 
knead lightly, cover and set to rise un¬ 
til very light; then mold into small 
buns and lay in greased pans, allowing 
plenty of room to rise; then bake in a 
quicK oven for 15 or 20 minutes. They 
must not be heavy and doughy. 
Baked Cranberries.—In an earthen 
dish put a quart of picked and washed 
berries; cover with water. Cover the 
dish and put it in the oven. Bake slow¬ 
ly until the berries are soft. Then add, 
stirring carefuny, two cupfuls of sugar. 
Bake for 15 minutes longer. 
Cranberry Souffle.—Take a pint of 
stewed and sweetened cranberries; press 
through a sieve and turn into shallow 
baking dish and let get cold. Then cover 
over to depth of two inches with a rich 
custard; then with tne whites of the 
eggs beaten to a stiff troth; piling it up 
in lumps. Dust thickly with powdered 
sugar and bake in a moderate oven for 
a few minutes. 
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Kemember that name when you want a delicious, 
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digestion and strengthens the nerves. It is not a 
stimulant but a health builder and the children as 
well as the adults can drink it with great benefit. 
Costs about % as much as coffee. 15c. and 2oc. per 
package. Ask your grocer for Gralu-0 
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tell you what number to get for your lamp. 
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