Cleveland daily leader. [volume] ([Cleveland, Ohio]) 1865-1873, 1866-01-10

box and beckoned me beside it. Posses
sion once obtained / quietly put the box
the floor, turn oyer the seat and have
it to myself. Before me sits the tall grace
full military man I saw on the FerrX-boat.
His hair is fine and brown, head broad
back of the ears, sloping down on to a thin
neck with an inward curve. Brave but
gross Isay. Ashelooks out upon the
magnificent scenery we are passing, | no
tice his nose is smooth, high and arching.
A man of intellect and culture with no
sharp angles, 1 say again. A clear soft,
hard eye looks into mine, a moment and
1 see a true, loving soul beneath. The up
per lip dropping in the centre rounds off in
downward curves to the lower lip which
is broad full and arching outward in the
middle. Justice, ~magnanimity, purity,
and patriotism is clearly written there
That will do, good sir. I know you in the
main, though l may never hear you speak.
At Cumberland another military man
m to the one before me, extends his
hand saying 81 stop here. Well meet next
in Texas or Mexico" "Mexieo, Think says
the other. ayes" said the 6rst, and with
a clear look into each others eyes, they say
goodbye" Some leave US here, but
more come in to fill their places. Corrie
lies down to fill up her seat. Tommie
and Fornie fill up bags, baskets and
shawls at the aisle end Of theirs, and
giving an extra spread to their crinoline,
look out of the window oblivious to the
anxious seekers of seats, whilst John,
standing in the aisle, exclaims, ~ now
fully realize my position"
Cumberland, picturesquely situated
among the mountains, is much larger than
we had supposed, the largest town but n
in Maryland. An old place, to judge from
some of the antique houses l saw, strongly
reminding me of Annapolis. The white
washed barracks here are still occupied by
our aboys in. blue" while above them the
Banner of Beauty is waving. Passing
Green Spring Rum am scribbling of de-
serted barracks, charred ruins of block
houses, and a bannerless flag staff swaying
in the wind, when a portly, g~ood-looking
man of sixty-ive coming along said,
MADAM, 1 am familiar with this region,
and if you will give me a scat beside you,
1 will give you some items of interest,
may be" Certainly, SIR and l made
myself as small as possible to give him
room. Pointing out of the win 1ows, he
says, There, that double two-story block
house on the hill yonder, is an old fort
which was occupied by Col. Cressup eighty
wears ago, as protection from the Indians"
and then followed an interesting history
of the Cressup family, also of the noun
tains about Cumberland, and the signih-
canoe of their names, and then a most elo-
quent and convincing vindication of
Michael Cressup against the charge of
having been the murderer Of the Indian
chief Logan's family, on whom he said
Thomas Jefferson has fixed so unjustly the
seal of infamy. He gave me a history of
Logan's famous speech, which speech be
AYERS on the testimony of parties he knew
in his early manhood, who were present at
the council, that Logan neve made, but
which speech was written by Col. Gibson,
and handed over to Lord Dinsmore, as
e~mbOdying the result ofhis interview with
the bereaved Indian warrior, and by Lord
Dinsmore passed over to the archives of
this State, as a veritable speech from
Logan, and so passed down to history
one of the finest specimens of pathetic
oratory. Then came a romantic history
of q hermit, one of the mobiles of France,
who had lived for many years in N of
these mountain Businesses, and died alone
| in his cottage which was his only tomb. II
reminded me so much of Lamartine's
story of the "Stone Mason of Saint Point"
that 1 asked if he had read it. He had not
but would get it. Conversation turning
upon books, pictures and art, l found him
| one Of the most agreeable takers on these
| subjects l had ever listened to-. Dur
ing the conservation he frequently
- l.-4.cIl- -allla1 hanA nnn1
my muf, on the little finger of which was
an immense seal ring, on which was cut
the Palm tree and the Pelican" Is
not that the seal of the House of Stuart ~
1 said, pointing to the ring. "Yes," said
he, with a swell and most benignant smile,
q 1 am Scotch, and nave the royal blood
of the Stuarts% coursing in my veins" n
then with a look and manner, as though
he thought all pretensions to noble descent
in America lay south of Mason d Dixonis
line, said, Il May 1 inquire what insignia
you wear 2" al want none" l quietly re-
piled al am a simple Republican
woman; but l have hung upon my walls
at home, as an ancestral memento, three
golden lozenges on a field of blue, sur
mounted by a golden eagle with wings en-
dorsed." Looking me full in the face for a
moment, and with an obsequious smile
lifting his hat, he said, Have l the honor
Of addressing a descendant of one of Eng
lands most illustrious queens? 2" Not
exactly, Sir" 1 replied, but a descendant
of the mother of one of Englands Illus
trious queens, of which l do not pride
myself half so much as that of being q
favored daughter of the King of Heaven,
and a LOYAL AMERICAN WOMAN" With
a knitting brow and bitter smile, he said,
"You've guessed aijghtl I nm a rebel, a
rebel Generall-hsve be- iuelrcerated in
your prisons, outlawe ell, disfra Q ii edI 1
have no home, no country, and l HATE
the military despotism under which 1 I'M
compelled to live, and the military des-
pots who have robbed us Of all that we
hold most dear"
The military man in front of me turned
round in his scat and quietly surveyed the
man for a moment, and then leaned back
as if to hear what followed most subtle
and ingenious defence of rebels and the
rebellion, mixed with much egotistical
bravado, of which I soon tired, for in pro-
portion as l had admired the power of in
tellect and learning, / now was repealed
by the traitor and advocate of treason, per-
ceiving which he passed over to johns
party, who smilingly made room for him.
"A dangerous man, that" said the officer,
although he can do us no material harm
he will prove a eorrupting influence, es-
pecially with young and unsettled minds.
Our government is too lenient with
traitors and treason, I fear"
Rolling along the valley of the PetomaJ
picturesque in hanging crags and tower
ing banks reflected back from the still
flowing stream below, with glimpses now
and then of the hoary Blue Ridge beyond,
we are rapidly approaching Harper's
Ferry, where this army-famed river frets
and foams among the rocks SO thickly
strewn from shore to shore in this granite
mountain gorge. The dismantled, fire.
stained arsenals wildly recalling the
tragic story.of that insanely enthused hu-
manitarian whose "body lies Wondering in
the ground The long rows of huge, $50
lated, bridgeless abutments, standing as so
man monuments of marching and coun-
termarching armed hosts, shadowedb by grim
visaged mountains frowning back to
mountains, renders this one of the most
grandly picturesque and historic places in
our land. If things inanimate could
speak, what wondrous tales might here be
told They did speak to me, and many
were the memories they awakened, but
none more wildly than of gentle, sweet
faced woman 1 met at Put-in-Bay, whose
youthful husband here laid down his life
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