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Chronicle of Camp Dismal.
July-11th to 18th inclusive -
In resuming her office as chronicler to the Honorable Campers - the Historian finds it hard, nay almost impossible - to resume the tone of dispassionate calusness expected from writers of her class - and which she so happily attained in her first effort, the ferment of joyful motions in her soul would better find expression in the fervid and rythmical forms of verse - as it is they but impede their own expression by their eagerness for a vent - Therefore as nature was so unkind as to deny [Histura?] more adequate form of expression she will have to plunge into prose without further delay.
July - 11th 1888 -
The procession that on this morning wended its way to the Patuxent was some what different in its order of march from that which a year ago, less one day, passed down the same road. The Nurse and Entertainer led this time, followed soon by the Chaperone, Talker & Baby - under the escort of the Teasing Brother. He certainly seemed for the time being, at least, to have turned over a new leaf, for he heaped favors upon the Campers high enough to bury all his former ill-treatment out of sight. For when the Historian appeared on the scene the Ambulance stood before the door waiting
to have the piano tansferred from it to the parlor. The Patient Man, true to the character was on hand, but sad to relate, only one of his last years load of three was with him. The Accompanist thousands of miles distant, left a blank that our heart felt regrets could not fill - and the Poetess - alas. that we should have to say it! had gone, or more accurately speaking was to come with a Handsomer Muse. The house presented a rather distracted appearance, when the Historian arrived with every thing where it did not belong; but to make us feel quite "old timey" and at home, the Talker had already had her be sting. Soon however, we had other reasons for our feeling of "at home-ness: for things seemed to fit into their accustomed places of their own accord and the additions to our house-hold decorations were soon disposed of - Curtains for all the down stairs windows and new drapery for the parlor mantel added greatly to the effect of the rooms and the piano crowned the whole - The poetess and the Handsomer man, finally arrived and not
being long after, all of our escorts departed having us to await the Aunty Chaperon. We whiled away the time with "Haliua" books and Music - so that when she arrived at 12.30 no one heard her until she was at the door - Her belongings were soon disposed of; her bed
hung and duly teeted byb the ''raring Talker" - her mirror hung over the parlor mantel and last but not least, the ice she only was provident enough to bring, was put in the ice chest, and the milk - cream, and butter thereby saved from destruction - Aunty them assembled the Campers,
the in solemn council and displaying a well filled medicine-chest, announced a change of office and title - Doctor she is, now and henceforth - Dinner was next in order, and it was up to the highest pitch of Camp excellence.
- Menu -
Fried chicken - Scrambled eggs
Pickle - Apple Sauce Biscuit -
Rolls - Light bread - Cream -
Blackberry flummery - Milk and butter -
After dinner the Talke- Entertainer and Baby went for water (the Talker & Poetess brought the first supply in a carriage) while the rest of us cleared off the table and the Poetess wrote a song. When the water-carriers returned they brought a young man with them, tho', just how they managed to get hold of him yet remains a mystery - After his departure we had a matinèe musical - in which the Baby and Dr. were the chief performers - A feeble rehearsal of the
new song wound up the programme - and we will fill up the time, occupied by toilets, by copying the same here -
'' A - Camping-" Air - "A-Rowing.
We're here again, tis very plain
For look, and you'll behold -
Our Chappy, Nurse & Baby too,
Entertainer, Talker, Doctor new
The Poetess, and also our [Histic?] bold -
A- Camping- A- Camping
Were none but kindest friend invades -
We are once more a- camping -
We eight fair maids -
We lack but one in this dear house
And her we miss most sore
It is our fair Accompanist
Who made the mirth upon our list
We miss her now & shall miss her more & more -
Ho! Ho! dear friends, who did pretend
'Twould be no fun this year
Just come & see us once or twice
And we'll convince you in a trice
That if you look for fun, you must come right here.
A slight repast of cake and lemonade follow -ed our return to the front porch, where we enjoyed the cool evening and a beautiful sunset , all but the nurse, whose left eye was closed by a too ardent salute from a wasp in the afternoon. The neighbors from the Hill - Top the Commissary General and the Haudsoucer Man - called later and while he and the Poetess, went for water we had music and recitation at home. In spite of our varied entertainment however, we could but observe that it took them a very long time & we began to fear that the one source of our water - supply would on account, of them, be no more available. However our fears proved to be groundless and they finally returned actually bringing the water !!! The Talker presumed so far as to set herself up as critic in all matters musical and if she had only known it, got rather squelched for her pains - but many of us developed a humerous not to say witty vein before bed time - The Talker seated upon the divan with her feet spread out before her, remarked
with pensively: - "If my feet were set one, after the other, end to end I won -der how far they would reach? - The Dr. instant -ly replied - "Two - feet-" & by this quick & accurate diagnosis of the case she secured for her self a high