Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1866-09-20
wilmington and Our Railro.ds.

Wilmington and Our Railroads.
We extract the following from the Balti-
more correspondence of the Augusta Con-
stitationazsst. We regret that want of room
compels us to omit the rest of the letter.
WILMINGTON AND MANCHESTER RAILROAD.
At immemorial Kingsville we were trans
ferred to the Wilmington train. The loco
motives and rolling stock of this road are
of the very best. From the Elimination of
the rails or other causes unknown to this
depOnent, the motion of the cars is not
more agreeable than that of the South Car
olina road. Save this presumably inevita-
bic defect, no fault can be found with this
road. Conductor Sherwood is a noble
gentleman, ever on the alert to oblige his
guests.
Darkness being imminent when we
reached Kingsville, no opportunity was af-
forded of investigating the condition of the
country. l have every reason to believe
that the general aspect and deficiency of the
crops does not materially differ from the
panorama on the Carolina road.
About four o'clock a. H., we were notified
that Wilmington was close at hand. Our
toilets were made as though in trim hotel
rather than a car. Scarcely had they been
completed when the turbid Cape Fear dis
closed itself, and little further on the stray
Cling lights Of drowsy Wilmington. At
this pointI had been stationed year during
the war and many memories were evoked.
The blockade runners that came and went
like SEA gllls-Whiting who held his life in
his hand on the ramparts of Fort Fisher, and
lost it-Lynch, who passed away in this
city III obscurity-Greenhow, the gifted
fleet surgeon, who read his Swedenborg
and suffered urutterable trials like phi
losopher-since dead in the embrace of
poverty. Many sad emotions were conjured
up as we steamed across the dark river, but
will speak OF them no more.
The Waccamaw, q superb ferry boat,
transported us from one depot to the other
Once across, the shadowy outlines of the
town could be deserted through the morn
ing fog.
THE WILMINGTON AND WELDON RAILROAD.
Colonel Fremont, the Superintendent Of
this road, must be a man of mark, certainly
a man Of most admirable system. His de
pot is equal to a West Point arsenal in
neatness and discipline. His locomotives
and passenger cars are equal to any in the
country, and superior to those observed
elsewhere upon the route. One Of his en-
gines can run from Wilmington to Weldon
with but single supply Of fuel. The pas
senger cars are set upon springs of Il spiral
formation, and for easy motion are not in
ferior to any Northern carriages. Fifteen
hundred tons of new rail have largely re-
placed the old. The bonds of the COmpa-
ny have the singular fortune of being held
by but three or four capitalists in England
and this country. They do not go begging
on the market, and none are for sale. The
scenery is, Of course monotonous enough,
but the rapidity and smoothness of the To-
comotion more than compensated for ma
tural blemishes. Innumerable pine-orch-
ards, SCARED as though used as scratching
posts by the natives q Warsaw in which
order is supposed to reign; an Enfield
without a muslet, but boasting one church
and unlimited bar-rooms Goldsboro', with
its pretty dwellings,, and Wilson, with its
pretty girls to best corn and cotton crops
on the whole route Shanghae cabbages
swelling like Buncombe orators-such is
the scene.
Fortune is the ayfarer who travels with
Conductor Morrison. His amiability and
quiet force Of character caused his praises
to be chorussed.