Drought in Ohio
At ten o'clock in the morning, July 17th, I bowl across the boundary line into Ohio. Following the Merchants' and Bankers' Telegraph road to Napoleon, I pass through a district where the rain has overlooked them for two months; the rear wheel of the bicycle is half buried in hot dust; the blackberries are dead on the bushes, and the long-suffering corn looks as though afflicted with the yellow jaundice.
Posted in stevens blog by Thomas Stevens on Thursday 17th Jul 1884 (10:00 +0000) | Add a comment | Permalink