Away off; «b far as the eye could r n< , h. were ridges,
dimly outline* I against the sky, hkeu distant cloud,
while minor peaks were sloping down, down to tho
valley below uh. 1 eouldn t begin to toll of all tho
little cabins and country stores and ox carts and
barefoot boys wo did pass. Tho sun was gliding tho
peaks of blue with Its hist golden rays ns wc camo to
the river. Over on the other hide of it were a score
or more of cattle grazing upon a hill ho steep that it
seemed like they couldn’t stand with thc!r backs
upwards. It reminded inc of tho “cattle grazing
upon ft thousand hills.” Down at the foot of tho
hill ran the river, clear and swift and sh Blow. We
hadn't gone but a little piece before the church
spire of the modern Sparta (these mountain tacks
call it Bparty) came into view. Wo had almost
arrived at our destination. I opened my eyes wide
to stay for tho next three weeks; but io! it wasn’t
anything—just ft few houses hcattcrci along I lie big
road; they call II a utreet. Such a plftcel—well,
lhose ancient Sparmiis never heard of an «.I<l prison.
I’ll bet. I’m wanting to g-» home. I can't think or
homo without seeing myself down at the water
melon patch with my mother hubbnrd on, eating
watermelons.
