Granite State Monthly Volume 32 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...new rum flowed in rivers, and a luxurious plenty of living prevailed. Seckel pears then grew like lumps of gold on high trees in solitary pastures, --quails whistled out of the grass in each meadow, --and people got up at three o'clock in the morning. Then Angelo truly lived, --in those luxurious Revolutionary Arabian Nights, --all liberty and mugs of flip. He flourishes now but in stately dreams and gorgeous reminiscence. Once did he broach for me the secret of those holy days. "The world's turned upside down," said he, "sence I was a boy; there was cold, long winters then, --solid, --and the bast o' hakkory wood fetched two dollars a cord. Snow didn't fly off after 'twas once on, but lay there; summer was short--hat--all yaller days. We used ter have things in abundance in them times, and men used to live twice as long as they do now, --old style, you know. Craps were somethin' then; earn was paowerful. That's all over in these abauminable times, --an' I'm sorry for it, --ain't you?" A hundred times has Angelo told me this melancholy tale, --on the fairest, clearest days, when heaven was shining like a new dime, and the peace of Paradise shimmering in the sunlight; he standing in fields deep with grass, in the midst of corn fields covered with drooping ears of promise.--and himself now gone over seventy healthful summers, "f is so with true old-fashioned New Englauders; no drop of faith trickles through their souls. The railroad has proved their pest, --the abolition of " May trainin' " and the inroad of Irish laborers, whom more than poison they hate. Angelo raises in his garden beans, peppers, onions; he has a pole for hops, --"haps," as he says. Being so much in the society of vegetables, as he is, I once turned his tho...