The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1857-05-06
For the Lancaster LEDGE


ing few days on one of the loveliest
streams in the bounds of our Union, and
although am not in the habit of publish
ing M travels, have been so strongly So
icited, that, | have great mind TO write to
you on the subject.
know not that any one has attempted
to describe to you the scenery of the
Western portion of the "Old North State"
There was something out last year in one
Of toe Southern periodicals, c'The Home
Circle" believeD which, if mistake not,
said mot about Buncomoc, not for Bun
combe, but from Buncombe" Hoping to
steer out from him. I will cut tho strings,
so here goes it. We had cold windy
and snowy time last night ; the black and
yellow mountains are perfectly white to
day is it not strange that wc.so often miss
it in naming things but | am sure some
have their proper places il the vocabulary.
For instance, we are about the "Plcasant
Gardens, and we had rs we'll visit them
We find here - few beautiful plantations
surrounded by several small mountains
The land is rich and level, and uuder the
best Of cultivation, many of the fields are
living green, and If you would ask the
name of this place, which you would be
certain to do and scrbble it down in Your
Diary too, then you might think what sim.
pie way have. WIZ, \ might have known
this to be the Pleasant Gardens, You ar
rive at the ford, and now who is so pressed
with cares and busy tolls, as not to tarry
awhile here or there, and feast the eyes,
and feed the heart with gaze and admi-
ration. Never could you, one Of your taste
for the beautiful, pass this spot without re-
ceiving an impress, which, would last rs
long as lie. This ford is indiscrbably
Lovely, the creek is wide and perfectly trans
parent, with rocks Of all shapes and sizes.
On the bank OF this stream lives Mr.. J.. c.,
whose yard is walled in on the stream Of
crystal waters" his yard full Of ornamcA-
tai walks, and covered with beds of the |
greenest of all ornamcnts-grass called blue, !
but it is green at this season. Here, many !
resort in summer, and they can find no more
life health and beauty, than here. We will
move upward, large spreading oaks. shading
us as we pass the grinders and pondcrous
roaring, all by the power of bright waters
joining, We are now in the midst Of u
beautiful farm, where lands arc fcrlilc,where
plenty abounds,and where herds are grazing;
while the little lambs ATE skipping and play
ing over the field of young clover.
Close to this delightful Home you will sec
peat Chapel for religious worship. This
was one of the best ornaments the artist
could possibly haye placed thcre-the whole
would haze been defective without it.
thought this graccd the whole. This Chap
el bears the name o: the kind family who
live on and own this beautiful farm. How
appropriate the selection of place Ion
have been fcasting on natures works now
let US go in this neat Chapel on the bank
Of this lucid stream, Jet US with that unpTe.
tending people bow the knee before the
Lord our maker How humble we feel
how much like worshipping the God Of
nature! we did worship him there. This
is a monument to the giver Of every good
and perfect gift.
Atn short distance beyond the Ch'pel
pear the watery edge, Cor we are on our
journey up TO the falls) several cragged
rocks lift up their granite arms, but The red
man no longer hides himself there, nor IS
the crack of the rifle heard echoing among |
the hills no, he has passed away yet ira.
~ 4 tbc- bn thnrn
drew his bead and the white man fell on the
waters edge, was shown the place, '.just
then he rode in" said my informant, and he
was shot. saw no stain OF the white
mans gore, it had gone down TO
paint the rocks, or to STAN the farmers soil.
am sorry for the poor red man, yet the
present Improvements on the spot, beautiful
" combined with natures glory, is the re-
suit of his overthrow.
Now with hurried steps, we wind our way
mp this narrow pass, crossing and then re-
crossing ,he rapids now you are high oa
some mob just hanging over deep r"virr'
then you are passing little valley of shad-
ows dark and sad, Ills the long blue shadow
cas-. by the spruce pine, winch evergreen
abounds here. My friend, w. H., said it
was called at The Nosth, "iiem Lock-" and
that its bark was used ortanntng purposes
and hence leather for solcs, called BY that
name. The I.aurcl and Ivy are here also
growing in the greatness Of their strength
The stream here, is seen washing the banks
Of small mountains; these proudly Int up
iheit heads and shake their Laurels over the
murmpring waters beneath, But hark 1t.
thunderst nQ. lis ihe fals, at last--yes at
last, for his rough aud narrow, and hence
tits long. MS are all such passes, bus then
distance lend eRehan;Uept 70 the view
Tic word of command is give 10 dismount,
sis soon obeyed, and now 700 may GO wsik-
ing. OF crawling, or sliding just as your
taste may be. But you are at The falls aud !
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