The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1848-07-12
For the HiIlsbOrough Recorder.
Chimney Rock, Rutherford count,
N. G.. June 20. 1919.

| Nc, June 20. 1913.
Mr.. llEARTT: The desire TO say some
hing. llial have CLEANED by the way-side.
which may either interest or amuse The
readers Of your paper large portion Of
whom are my personal friends, has Undue
ed NE To take up my pen on The present
occasion. In The hrsl place, | must say
that was moi a lillle surprised, when |
beheld the grand and imposing scenery
that every where surrounds me here, that
IL is so lillle written AMI talked Of as il l..
II only needs he seen 10 be appreciated as
II deserves by all lovers Of nature. Bal
ing severe thunder storm, which over
took my friend and companion and my.
sell ~ the Businesses nf the mountains. al.
Ter nighi.iall. my journey thus Ear through
this portion OF our slate has been a per.
petual ronnd Of pleasure and excilement.
And what storm! We were driving
along after night TO get TO Harris's, the
road running on the bank of Broad River
Tor about ten miles, whore there is room
but in few places for carriages To pass
each other, SO preCipilnus are. The noun
tains on the one side and tile briiIk OF the
stream on the other, when suddenly the
starry armament was covered with clouds
Of pilchy darkness, and every surround
ing object was shut from our vision, save
when flashes &c vivid lightning. sec"mpa-
MED by peals 81 lond thunder, lighted our
way, rendering our situation more awful
aud lerrible-lhe mountains looking, in the
glare OF the light, like so many grim giants
trowning upon us. Fortunately for us,
we discovered the glare Of light which
seemed 10 issue from lille hut in a
small cove hard By, when we halted 10
get shelter from the peiiing storm. Just,
however, as we leaped from our buggles.
an awful peal of thunder and lightning
burst close by us, binding and stunning
myself, and ailrighting my companions
horse so much that he broke loose from
him and ran off pcll nell. ] detached my
horse from The buggy as soon as | recd-
vcred from the shock. burst through the
, fraiI cabin door, and told the inmates that
was fearful my companion was killed by
the lightning or by his horse, as had not
heard him speak after the explosion. |
requested them tn get light aud search
for him. They kindly told me they would
as soon as The rain, which was pouring
: down in heavy torrents, would mol put 1t
out. remained in awful suspense iol
some minutes, when my friend made
his appearance at the door. to my mex.
preside delight, unframed. His horse
was afterwards found about hundred
yards OF, unhurt, and We spent the balance
Of the night there supperless, and in our
! wet and dripping garments. As soon as
the light Of the next morning broke in up
), on us through the cracks Of the cabin, we
packed up our wet baggage and went to
Harris's for breakfast. II any Of your
readers should visiilhls section they ought,
by all means. to stop at Harris's. lie
lives on the Hickory M, Gap road. where
the turnpike commences that passes over
the Blue Ridge. This road is, presume,
the best by lar that passes over il through
. this state, and Mr.. Harris is one OF the
cleverest and most o5lisiug landlords.
The scenery in the vicinity OF his resi-
dence beggars description. Whilst stay
ing at his house and enjoying his kind
ness ani hospitality, | visited several OBJ
jects of surprising beauty and grandeur.
, One Of them is the Pinnacle Mountain.
II is about three miles from its base to its
highest summit by the route we had TO
travel. My companion and myself, and
, three Others, whose acquaintance we made
there, proceeded To visit It's summit. We
started Oh horseback. but it soon became
I, so PERCEPTIONS that we had to dismoun'
, and tie our horses and travel on foot. We
clambered up its sides as well as we could
> blowing like SO many laboring oxen, and
, sitting down every few minutes to resi-
our wearied and overiasked limbs. Al
, length, by each Others assistance, We
: reached the highest peak except one
4. where spring Of icy GOODNESS gushes OH
e from its summit, affording sufficient watel
to Turn mil. We had no thermomets