Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1857-08-20
ARK ANsAS SCENERY.

merry Of Lincoln, now aresident of
Pope county, Arkansas-hss been in |
our possession some months, but the I
demands of the canvass just closed,
have interdictcd its appearance until
now
Correspondence Of the Fayetteville Observer
Mr.. AZ O. Wallace DEAR SIR
1t is an old saying: the eyes are new
er satisfied with seeing nor the ea,s
with hearing. One clear bright MORN
ing, when the sun 10 all bis golden
radiance was approaching the horizon,
! took my stand on one of the spurs
of the Ozark or Boston mountains,
an almighty structureof Gods FORM
alton, and stood awe-Struck with as
constituent and amazement to see
the magnificent works Of Him who
rules heaven and earth. The beauty,
grandeur, and sublimity Of the scene
ny, my pen will fail when attempting
to describe. Casting my eyes to-
wards the southwest, away over the
Arkansas river, there arose the Mag
e&ne mountain, whose towering top
appeared almost to reach the clouds.
There was vast valley lay between.
| could behold the little rivulets or
lsireams with their silver rave winding
their way towards the Arkansas riv-
er. Ever and anon | could see the
smoke ascending from some neigh
boring farm, where they we're prepar.
ing for agriculture. There were
thousands Of cattle grazing on the
wide.extended prairie, and the deer
bounding over the plain. Casting
my eyes towardA the west, beheld
strait in the Dkansas river, at 40
miles distance, running along the foot
of Shoal mountain. There were the
mighty steamers Of The West, putting
their engines, heavy ladened with
the products Of the farmer, which bad
been gathered from off the rich and
fertile soil Of the Arkansas valley,
bearing them away down the mighty
waters to the Crescent CITY. Turn
ing my eyes and taking view to-
wards the north, there / beheld
mountain rising and towering above
mountain, until, in my imagination,
| was made to exclaim like man OF
old, How mighty, how majestic, and
how mysterious are thy works, OH
thou Preserver of all things" l
gazed upon this scenery of sublimi
ty and beauty, which is SO lovely in
! nature. TO behold from a mountain
top, so rich and lovely, with cloud
less sky the sun shining in his
strength, and pouring his golden rays
upon the world of wonders, Whilst
thus in meditation, thought that
perhaps but few years ago, the red
man Of the forest might have been
standing upon this very spot, armed
with bow and arrow, imploring the
Great Spirit to send him some good
game. But how changed the scene!
A few years ago, and this country
!, was one vast bowling wilderness,
where the beast roved over the plain,
and the savage Indians hunted the
deer, and danced around their fires,
and sung their songs of war. But
dark barbarism is changed into civil
lization-We can nov look around on
Aour richly cultivated sunny plains,
covered with pastures and waving
with golden grain. Beautiful villa
ges are erected all over our country,
splendid mansions are building, and
almost in every neighborhood houses
are erected for public worship, where
songs of praise are sung, instead Of
| the war whoop. But the browning
glory of the scene, was to lift up the
heart and say with joyous and exult-
ing wonder and gratitude, "My Father
made them ALL" 1t was enough.