Life — July 31, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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OUR FRESH AIR FUND After “| IFE'S " Village is now alive with children. ‘These children have good nourishing food, and all they want of it. Those who do not leave our hands in a perceptibly better condition than that in which they came are rare exceptions. The appetites that accompany our guests are of the finest quality. Three times a day we make a gallant effort to satisfy their cravings, and always with success. Previously acknowledged..$3,531 85 GF A Thank Offering PLHLE Cc BG. aa ean Cara and Hal... From the Wednesday Af- | ternoon Sewing Class. From Will oe Paul and Helena S.A. of Dayton Salvator Bessie H B V.BQ § B888888 Larchmont Circulating Library cic 35 $5,867 Total A PROPER SEASONING. RIGGS: What has Robinson got on that pepper and salt suit for? Griccs : I understand that he is going to be a missionary. A SKETCH AT OUR VILLAGE. IN ONE OF THE WASH ROOMS. AWAY FROM BOOKS AND NEWS. My Dear Jack: You write that you have the prospect of closing your desk in the office of the Daily Whirl for a month, of sweeping the scraps and shreds of Associated Press despatches into your basket, of writing one more “ display head" on a“ Terrible Loss of Life,"—and then for the Wilderness, For weeks you have dreamed of a bed of spruce boughs, of a bark camp with a leaping fire on the side that is open toward the lake—and now you are ready to make it all something better than ‘‘a vision of the night.” You recall that Sané’ /ario and 1 once went into camp together on Cedar Island, and you would like to know more about the place. My dear fellow, I envy you the prospect of these A SKETCH AT OUR VILLAGE. THE DINNER NOUR, weeks in the Adirondacks, and, if I can help youto find the road tothe Mysterious Island, I shall surely add to the sum of human happiness. I shall let you find your way to Utica and Boon- ville by prosaic steam-cars and time-tables, While you are waiting for dinner at Moose River, you will hear strange tales of the horrors of the Old Forge road, in the days before the railroad. Nothing that an Adirondack guide can invent will quite equal the roughness of that road. After five years it is vividly before me as a memory of yester- day. Yet for out-and-out amusement the * rail- road" beats it. You cross a bridge at Moose River, and on the banks of the stream are the “terminal facilities,"—a shed containing the entire rolling- stock of the road—a ‘Tom Thumb engine, a short platform car (for passengers) with a zinc roof sup- ported by iron pipes, and another truck for freight and baggage. After several false starts which are made without sufficient headway for the first grade, you are off on the strangest piece of railway con- struction you have ever seen, A pathway has been cut through the densest forest, and the trees on each side are so tall and straight that you seem to be at the bottom of a green canyon. The road-bed is partly graded with logs, piled up in squares like a com-cob house. The rails are wooden scantling about 3 by 4 inches, laid upon parallel unbewn logs. Like two huge brown snakes they creep through the forest, following the sinuosities of the land, and all its little hills and valleys, so that the journey is likea series of toboggan slides, You stop in the heart of comicbooks.com