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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA
Vol. XXVlI.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, MARCH 4, 1808.
No. H2
Speed Out To Scu.
The day droops crimson-pinioned far u-wcsl.
Lone from herjutty crag, a sea-gtdl down
ward peers;
The baby waves' complaining, at the breast
Of this mite uler, reefy strand, she wondering
hears.
She rests not there. Far past the ciooning
bar,
Her figure trails the lace-like, sea-born robes
of night;
Engulfed in that soft pink by evening's star,
Far, far, she drops behind the straining sight.
There is a lonely rock far out to sea,
Of gold, they say, at eve, and gold at blush
ing dawn,
Thither, 0 wanderer, hast thou fled from me
"Old Mr. Uowlands," where, just at .supper
time, it is poured out on the kitchen floor and
pulled over by four or five children and then
through the evening the neighbors come in
for their "Youths' Companions'' and "Boston
Advertisers" and rare lnttorb. But the post
office is at the depot and the pot mast n and
ticket agent and baggage master are all lame
Mr. Josselyn.
Next to the depot is a store where they sell
groceries and china, and stationery and dry
goods; one of these "department stores"' but
it is all in one small room. The next build
ing is the public library, where you pay two
cents a day for the use of the books; and here
in the library the grammar school graduates
and the revivalist rants and the W. C. T. U.
sells ice cream. Then there is a lumborvnrd
To sleep until the drowsy, voiceless night is and plaining mill, the only live thing in town;
gone.
Thus, 0 my soul, at eve, speed out for rest.
Seek, thou, thy Clefted rock amid the dim-
miug sea;
Draw close thy weary wings upon thy breast,
And let the lisping waves bring long, sweet
sleep to thee.
Iua Aiuel Kelloqo.
but the machinery is still and they are screen
ing cranberries. This is the business portion
of the town, and it is all at the Halifax end
of South Hanson.
Now along the road toward Bryuntvillo is
the residence portion. First comes three
houses, all with mansard-roofs, all alike, and
all painfully now; then a house with a white
fence made of wooden hasps; then Charlie
Stetson's potato patch and then his house and
corn field. Yes, it is a corn field, about three
hundred feet long and half as wide. But
"Charlie did not have good luck this year, he
planted and the birds got it, and iheu he
planted again and it didn't come im good.
Hanson road has three branches. One, High But there will bo enough for his own use."
Street, has a guide-post which says "North The next field belongs to the parsonage,
Hanson, two miles;" another, Pleasant Street and it is full of wild carrot. But ihere is a
whose guide-post its "Barnestown, half a mile; new minister coming and he will take caro
Plympton, five miles" and the third is neatly of things bettor, "lie is hero now and his
labeled "Crookor Place," and has no guide- son is on the way with the furniture and cow
post and loads to nowhere. and horse in a car. Thoy started "Wednesday
The first building in South Hanson is the and ought to bo hero tomorrow. His wife is
depot, which is also the post office. But the visiting in Now Bedford and will come when
Pleasant Street mail is taken in a bag up to thoy are settled. Ho put a new floor in the
Cameras Dry Plates Films CardsPrinting Paper at
LINCOLN PHOTO SUPPLY CO. 1U1 So lltli ureet.
OU.tl'jt 1-IllUMOll..
We in the "West'.' would not call it a town
at all. It is simply a section of road cut ofl'
and called the town of South Hanson. The
next section after the Woods is Halifax and
on the other side is Bryantville. The South
