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ountryndn-Snguiar Superstition that the Yan-


KEGS aiscays haze Money-Efscts of Yankee E,.-


terprise, &C., &c.


We have been to camp meeting away out in Ma
ryland. We feel renewed in the inner man, and
considerably reinvigorated in the outer one We
are thankful. But going to tell all about our
Eue excursion of yesterday.


Left Washington at six O'Clock, A. M, in the
cars with what they call Ground ticket" good for
twenty four hours, stuck under our hat band The
late blasted and withered looking country of Mary
land had assumed since the late rains the freshness
and greenness of Spring. II was luxury to mans
eyes accustomed only to the torrd heat and puver-
ized granite of Pennsylvania Avenue. The corn
fields the tobacco fields, the melon fields, the pas
ture lands, and the thick woods, wore most luxu-
rant and redundant thrifuness. And year by year
the traveller can observe that Maryland is picking
up-that lazlness and whiskey drinking are yielding
the wall TO industry and Yankee enterprise.
AT about twenty miles from Washington, we left
the cars at the sLaurel Switch" with view of
crossing by the Laurel Factory to the camp ground
After walk OF very long mile, we came upon
village of apparently five SIX hundred inhabitants
Its aspect totally distinct from that Of the usual
tumble down, struggling, sarvelng, poverty stricken
villagers of the South 1t compact, iresh and
had all the air and comfort about it Of enterpri-
sing settlement. The houses were Of brick, clean,
and commodious. The streets were clean-the in
habltants were clean-the whole aspect Of the vii
age and the fields around was clean. The universal
Yankee was at the bottom OF the secret In the midst
of the village there stood one Of the largest cotton
factories we have seen-four stories high, and
longer than the Astor House. The bell was ringing
IN the cnpoa we passed along and as if by magic
from every direction, groups OF young women and
boys, came nocking to the great entrance. Theywere
coming from breakfast TO resume their work at the
spindles and the looms. In addition to boys and
men, they employ about three hundred girls in that
RoGfd fhar foafp-
RES OF machinery in the viIage-one of cotton ma
chinery, all OF them employing together about four
hundred men. And all this comes Of an enterpri-
sing Yankee named Capen, who established the
Laurel factory some dozen years ago. After passing
the village we met an intelligent cOuntryman going
In with basket OF eggs and handful Of chickens,
and the following conversation ensued between U.S.


"Cioing to market, suppose sir g


eyes, sir, going to the Laurel. We get as good
prices for truck at the Laurel, as we do in Wash
ngton, and its oilers the cash down. Them fellers
at the factory never say credit; and you can't bring
'em too much truck


'And you always get good prices p


"Ollers! They pay you right down on the nail
It's helped this country heap, tellyou. They OLE
lers have money, somehow, the Yankees do. Why,
sir, ten years ago this country starving to death
All that could rake and scrape enough to go out to
the West, were packing up and moving of. But
since that iactory's been put up, there is no more
moving. We can get money now any time. Why,
SIR, there is one old woman and her little boys, that
made hundred dollars this summer, a selln' black
berries and huckeberrles at the Laurel. And they
oilers pay you the money down. Them felers is
oilers got money. Wheat and corn, sweet potatoes,
chickens, bacon, eggs, potatoes, milk, cheese but
ter, why, they buy everything, and are glad to see
you, and they pay you the money down-they oilers.
have the money at the factory. Pm jlst as sure of
the money for my truck that get as if had it in
my pocket. They oilers have money, them fellers
81 am glad to hear good story OF the Yankees,
my friend. Is there not another factory in the neigh
borhood p


eyes, sir; the Laurel is the big prong of the Pa
tuxent, and mile lower down, they are putting up
another big factory of the same sort. Them YAM
KEGS oilers have money somehow. They are
great help TO country. any how; you can't stop 'em
from going ahead. They oilers have money, and
they pay you right down on the nail and il you don't
like paper money. they'll give you the silver. They
oilers have both kinds"


''Good-very good But is there not another fac
tory In the nelghborhood -


"Yes, sir; the Savage factory on the Little Paux-
ent about two miles off, il anything, is bigger than
the Laurel; and they st do business the same way.
They oilers have the money, for everything you
bring 'em; and they are glad 10 you. The YAM
KEGS good kind of people for poor country.
They scatter heap of money round. And
tell you, you elers at Washington, go for to tear
down the Tariff, well be dowa on You, like thou
sand OF brick, as the Yankees say"


We endeavored to persuade the stranger that we
had got such fair start now in manufactures, that
we could do without the Tariff; he asserted that
we had better tell that to the marines


Second Section-1he Camp Meeting Desc7ibed-As


Proceedings Of the Day-IVnh some Appropriate


Reflections Camp Meetings Generally.


The Camp Meeting of which are about to treat,
now In full blast, in Anne Arundel county, Maryland,
about midway between Washington and Baltimore,
is rather small affair. About dozen tents dis
persed IN the form OF an irregular circle, two
CT three dozen wagons, and Gordon around the
tents OF horses, mules and mich cows with bells on,
together with a motley congregation of several hun
dred persons, made up the encampment. 1t was
gotten up by the Protestant Mehodiss Of the neigh
borhood Baltimore and Washington


1t was about nine o'clock when we entered the
circle and the first thing that attracted our attention.
group of men and women in one of the largest
tents, some sitting, some standing and all vibrating
to the music, singing


"Arise, my soul, arise,


Shake off thy guilty fears


The bleeding sacrifice


In thy behalf appears" sc.


Other groups of young women were walking
around the enclosure-others sitting about within
the tents-others upon the benches within the area
discussing the fashions; while outside the circle,
at the back of the tents the old mammas and their
negro servants, were busly engaged washing up the
breakfast thgsor paring the potatoes, cleaning the
chickens, and fixing things in readiness for cooking
dinner Suddenly our ears were assailed by sound
like that which indicates the departure of stage
coach from country post-0ffce, and, looking round,
we esPieu III tne preachers stand snort man ln q
straw hat, with rusty tn-horn, about fourteen feet
in length, to his mouth, leaning back and blowing
for Jerusalem. The congregation assembled for
prayer-meetng. Few men were present at this
hour, so your correspondent had the honor of the
company of several hundred good-lo0ling daughters
of Eve all around him. And from the manner in
which they turned their little heads and smiled 1T was
evident they considered us either most excellent
good singer, or very handsome and genteel young
man. The brethren In the altar sort of pen, at
ached to the preachers stand about twenty feet by
ten, with carpeting OF clean straw for the mourn
ers, struck up


Glory, halleluyer.


Praise him, halleluyer.


Glory .halleuyer.


Grace is free"
Then one of the brethren prayed. His appeal was