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A Place Where Everything Is Finished

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Many things striko me as being peculiar to Xew Englaml. The roads are as gpod as our pikee in the West, being naturally hárd and smooth. Toll-gates are unknown. Men do not ride on horseback. Everybody goes in buggies or carriages, drawn by ono horse. Tliere are no farm wagons, hay carta with two whéels, drawn by oxon, serviiif-C all farmiag purposes. EYerything looks smooth and noiit. Thero are no rougii edgés, rió fenco-corners fxill of weeds, no unsightly plowed ground, no rotten rails, Imt hay fields olipped clean, and stone walls half overgrown with ferns and golden rod. Eveu the bowldors which erop out here and there in pastures and orehards cover themselves decorously with liehons. Nothing is bare. new, crudo or raw. Everything seêlus to have been finished, and the nnliT of life xettled for soveral generations. Ttere are no new buildings, no imprwvcinents or innovations, Imt the same buildings grow gray with age and gather lichens on them, and tho people walk in tho mts that their fathers walked iu, aud never do auything striking or original. Fanning is done in a caroful, frugal manner, and nothing is aUowed to go to waste. Thero is no speculation. A real-estate agent would starre here; so would a surveyor. Every one invests in slot-going concerns that pay moderate interest, and, when one of them fails, 'tis as if the granito of their hills had been riven, and the old-established order of tliings dissolved into chaos. If any one is enterprisiug fr original he goos out West, or i,ii Wie rüics, and the country is left with a conservativo, orthodox population, who have respect for ancient traditions. To upset established oustome, i and disregard tlic tradition.s of thoir 1 forefathcrs, would seem to them like pnlling down the pilláis of the universo upon themselves, and toppling all togethcr in a crash of dnst and confusión. It is interesting to be a spectator and look on, but I shonld kick against the pricks if I liad to live in this orthodox dullntss. I should want to do some uuprecedented thing to startle the inhabitants of this niill-poml existence, just as I used to hstoè :i desiro to talk out loud in a Quaker niortinfi, or throw a book across the house and startle the


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Michigan Argus