The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1868-09-16

tor, we will not burden your col
umns with any long details and
incidents of this thriving village
! It is one Of the most prosperous
places in the up-country, and pro,
misses, at no distant day, to be a
| rival town with Greenville. The
traveller who leaves the low and
sandy stretches of country, with
an eye accustomed to, and weary
of, the eternal horizon of plains,
feels himself relieved and delight
cd as he approaches this place.
Here the country begins to swell
into gentle activities, and to as
sumo that more various aspect
which delights a lover of the pic
turesque. If the traveller be a
utiiitarian Gas most Americans are)
he will here rejoice at the increas-
ing proofs, which he beholds of
the irresistible power Of civiliza-
tion and industry over the rude
and unpliant nature, and the Won
derful rapidity with which the
city and the village spring up from
the outrageous cover of the track
less forest. Where, but late, stood
the lodge of aboriginal council, he
encounters the towers of the Chris
tian Church; whore crouched the
wigwam, he halls the portly and
proud hotel; and the Hall of JUS
/" tice usurps the eminence once oc-
eupied BY the stake Of torture,
and the stones of bloody sacri-
fee. But few years ago, hordes
of fierce and bloody savages, held
possession of the spot which is
now made to smile and. triumph
in the possession of q lovely town
like Walhalla.
This is indeed a delightfulplace.
Here health, youth, beauty, taste
and art, attended by flowers and
sunshine, walk the faces of her
mountains, and group themselves
joyously about her fountains and
her crystal streams. 1t would
task a more fruitful pen than ours
to describe the variety Of influence
which serve to beguile the thou
sands who seek the place, and for
get the progress of time in the un-
ceasing round of their pleasures. =.
The wholesome climate, the noun
tain breeze, the enchanting see
merry, all conspire to render life a
charmingillusion, as we'll for heart
as fancy, and should the eye be
permitted to see the dropping of
the sands in the hour-glass, they
would be of gold and amber as
they flow. The beauty of the
wings of time, makes one needless
of his fight, and here the stern
man ofpublic cares might revel in
the gardens of Armida, under the
grateful despotism of the Faery
Queen.
From Walhalla we proceeded
by way of Tunnel Hill and the
turnpike road to Cashiers Valley,
n. G. Our route was a rough one,
but it was unable to detract from
or mar our enjoyment. We would
pause a moment and descant upon
that stupendous work of art, the
Blue Ridge Tunnel, but for pre-
vious communications which no
doubs did it ample justice. After
a long journey, we reached the
valley above mentioned, where, in
imagination, we had pictured hab-
itahons the most elegant, and
lands the most fertile, but, to our
astonishment, we found a land al
mostas sterile as Sahara, with here
and there fertile oasis. But by
the route to Dunn's Rock, on the
French Broad, is the grandest
scenery to be found any where.
We reached the river, along whose
margin thence the road proceeds,
about the dawn of day. In the
vague and misty tWlllght, the nrsU
fashings of the foaming torrent
rose in sight, and, as the opposite
shores could not be distinguished
at that early hour, in consequence
of the heavy mist which overhung
them, the siiilasion was perfect
which pursuadedus that We were
on the borders of some great Sea.