Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-12-08

tween the Grand Sire and two latter, is to
be seen the famed Black Mountain, whose
blush summit towers high above flying
clouds. Your ear is attracted, not as on the
evening before, by the gurgling commence
ment of Johns River, but by the rushing
sound of winds coming up the mighty ra-
vine. And though the forest, beneath your
feet, is mantled in robe of yariegated coli
ors, the eye is called off from the scenery
for moment, and the ear forgets the sound
which the moment before attracted it, as
leaf, after leaf, ruthlessly torn from the par
ent stem, is seen coming up to your feet,
and then passes on high, arching the top of
the tallest chestnut, then sinking down still
lower down to a tributary of the Yadkin. A
hat is thrown over the rock, and immediate
ly it is borne, like the leaf, on high, and
falls to the ground far behind you. Hence
the maine Blowing Rock! VIII you 90 and
see it next summer when all the trees will
be in green, when the air will be laden with
| fragrance, and resonant with the songs of In
Vulnerable birds. Or will you go. when the
first finger of winter shall have touched the
verdancy, leaving golden impression on
the more tender plants
How many are there, who spend their
summers at the North, having never seen
the beauty, the grandeur, the sublimity of
their own native State Ask the wealthy
and refined pleasure seekers "why is this %
and they perhaps would reply, There are
no comfortable resting places, in the noun
tainous parts Of our country" Well may
be this is the reason why, they have nevet
seen what they would be delighted to be-
hold. Ard if the tide of travel, which flows
every summer to other regions, were but to
roll over the mountains of North Carolina,
lingering as it goes and returns, depositing
its easy thousands, it woul not be long, be-
fore hotels would spring up for the travel
er's reception, yes villages themselves.
Now for the travel down the Ridge, to the
less harsh climate of Lenoir.
Twenty miles and more are before us-I
ought to stop with this, but to finish the sem
tence, will say, that we travel too rapidly to
describe the many things now seen, which
had been unobseryed on the day preceding.
ln good time we reached the Village, accep-
ted the invitation of our friend George
spent the night with him.
Tea being served, our fair guide to HE
Brdon, entertained US finely, with several
songs and Instrumental pieces arranged for
the Piano. During which, our esteemed
teacher was absent (having gone to church)
and as he is fond of deer drive and was so
anxious to haze one while on the mountain,
[ was particularly sorry he missed the air,
called the Deer Drive" The youthful per-
former did ample justice to the exciting
song. Indeed, the accompaniment was ex-
ecuted and words sung in such manner,
that the hunter, his hounds and "wild boun-
ding deer" all passed in immediate review
before my mind.
was sorry, William could not hear his song,
Known near and every where Miss Lucy Long
And sorry, that Charles, though with bowed head
Missed his own favorite "Unele Ned"
At an early hour next day we parted from
t this interesting family. Not, however, be.
, fore the kind matron had ordered servant
to place in our ouggies, fruits, meats and bread
all III the incest manner prepared; on which we
4 might feast during the journey home. In
f her welcomes and style of entertaining com
panv, | knew that / had met the Virgins
! and Carolina lady.
) About ten o clock at night, we arrived a
, our respective places of abode, having trav
: eled fifty four miles. I intended giving
5 some some account of this days journey
n Many things transpired, which might be con
/ sidered laughable but if you have no
/ laughed, | cannot try longer to make you
d And if you have not been entertained or in
/ terested, am the more to be pitied.
e But Mr.. Editor, in conclusion, let me say
e that l saw but one object, in all the way t.
d and from the mountain, which Hooked upol
le as disgrace TO the age in which We liv
r and a complete breach upon the natural ere
d alton of the Christians Cod That object j
4 a little dirty looking distiery.
H. PALMETTO.
II October. 1852.