Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1854-04-19

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Mn EDiron The following lines descriptive Journey
from HarPer Ferry Piedmont prior to the extension Of
the Railroad to Wheeling written by young mechanic
Immediately after completing his apprenticeship. Having
been advised by gentlemen upon whose
could rely, was strongly inclined to offer c for pnbca-
ton, but deferred from doing 50, by ear offending
the author The being removed ny death of the
young man. you liberty, should 30. deem them or-
thy, Of publishing ihesp. ~
We now on the great Railroad
Our tickets cafe and baggage slowed
Our last sad farewell tears are shed,
Our faltering, last good bye is said,
And sharply rings the thrilling word,
efs.AH is right and "All Aboard
The bell has rung, the whistle blew,
And off like wind, away we few,
Ny native hills fade from the view,
A silent, long, and sad adeu.
Along Potomac's CLASSY tide,
With numbering noise we swiftly ride;
As up the rugged banks we sped,
Which pile on pile, hang DER our head,
In threatening attitude arise,
Looming to mnge with the skies
Sweet river and thy banks farewell,
I can no longer with thee dwell,
For you'll be hidden from my eyes,
Till Hancock, on thy banks arise
Fair Jefferson thy verdant fields
To thy blest lords, abundance yields;
How rich, how varied now the scene,
Thy woods arc dressed in fading green
Thy fields, as bearing far away,
Show tokens of the years decay,
Thy trees win soon be stripped and bare,
Thy verdant fields, all brown and sere,
But from my sight you'll soon be gone,
Farewell, for we must onward, on.
Now let US look around and see
Who we have here for company,
Here's one just on the seat before,
You'd think was sound, if you heard him snore
He's taking it very easy it seems,
Goodbye to him, and pleasant dreams.
And here's another just on my right,
That seems to DO in ample plight,
He's corpulent with feeding high,
There's fun and gcc in his laughing eye,
Can pass the mirthful joke around.
And who on earth do you call all that
who appears to carry brick in his hat,
From his zigzag, warbling step, 'twould seem,
Hes put on rather too much steam.
must leave him to the drunkards pain
Of "a blood-shot eye and whirling brain,
And some are buried deep in thought,
On worldly schemes that come to naughr,
But what they are, and in what line,
Is not my province to divine,
But this know and can't be wrong,
We're hurried with our thoughts along,
Here for awhile we stop our speed,
The 'Iron Horse here must have his feed.
And passengers, they too must dine
On mutton, pork, and choice surloin.
That done, the odorous segar
Is lighted and we mount the car.
Once more aboard, the Steam Horse neighs,
And Martinsburg is in haze;
Still lesseniug to the view, until
lis lost in winding round hill,
Now Berkeley's utmost bound is past,
It's hills from view recedeing fast,
And Morgans rugged wilds appear,
Which to my mind is lone and drear,
Till when Potomac's tide We meet,
Murmuring along IN cadence sweet
OF all saw, 'twcre long TO tell,
OF hill, and dale and rocky dell
| How over stream and dizzy height
| Would make one giddy ut the sight,
Or when some Hill opposed our course,
| We cleared It as by magic force,
| Or driving through some tunneled way,
| Where never beamed the light of day.
| But night eternal reigns supreme,
| AMI nothing dare contest the realm
Still speeding on, we keep our way,
| Till drawing near the close of day,
The sunshine splendor sunk to rest,
As an infant on n mothers breast
Just then the wheels came to stand,
At ancient Smoky Cumberland
Through iaques, Porters, loaters-darn EN-.
We reached the house that's kept by Barnum
Where supper ready, stood awaiting
Those that have a mind for eatingi
But twas not supper--fye notion,
Twas only going through the notion
But cat or not, before we went,
We had to fork the fifty cent;
For staying long-to eat our sausage,
,Tis likely VIC had lost our passage
But hurried through, away we went
To Stage line Office, 'Good Intent
But what their good intentions were,
am not ready to declares
Except they were to break our rest,
If so, I'm sure they did their best
To stage, to stag G, amid the din
Nine precious souls in all got in
Beside within the boot outside,
Some dozsn trunks, or more did ride
Five dogs within cage constrained,
Enthroned on top supremacy reigned.
Crack went the whip round went the wheels,
| We're ever folks so mad,
! TO think that we, such company
| Should keep, twas very bad