The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1870-03-11
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THE ROCKS OF DEER cREEK.-.A THRILL.
ING ADVENTURE.

MESsRs EDITORS Since l mailed my
last letter, have noticed and read with
a good deal of interest, q communication
in the Democrat from the pen of an esteem
ed friend of mine near Dublin. who writes
under the nom de plume, of "Mars," de-
scriptive Of "Bald Friar" and other points
of beauty and curiosity on the banks of
the Susquehanna, as we'll as some within
the bosom of that wild. and turbulent
stream itself. remember to have seen the
objects to which he alludes when bow,
and cannot even now describe my feelings
as gazed spell-bound into that wonderful
mael- strum known as "Job's Hole" i'm
mediately under Conowingo Bridge
am glad that MARS has called attention
to these grand and marvellous freaks of
Nature, and hope he will extend the circle
OF his observations to other of the sublime
physical features in the hills and woods
and floods Of his native Hartford. The
Rocks of Deer Creek, it seems to me, are
worthy of his or any other descriptive pen,
and if had been as literally endowed
with the power of drawing pen-pictures as
my friend, and favored with like oppor-
tunity OF visiting and studying that Won
derful natural superstructure, would
make those grand old rocks stand out
with boldness as awful as sublime, and
| thus make amends for the neglect with
which they have been treated by the COM
pliers of school-books and Biographies
Mr.. B. will doubtless long remember
our visit to the spot together, on a bright
morning near the close of October last, and
l can see him now in imagination as he
scaled the highest and most jagged peaks
of the jutting boulders, in search of Eagles
nests or the legendary seat of the Indian
Princess, his cheeks all aglow and his eye
blazing with excitement, while I, his more
plodding companion, was wandering back
in imagination over the long and crook
ed path had trodden in all the years
since my eyes had first beheld, and my feet
had first been planted, upon that dizzy
height, and wondering at that mysterious
providence which had, through so many
scathing thunder bolts, and the rocking
and pelting of so MANY storms, preserved
it just as the great upheaval which gave
it form had left it, except that the puny
arm of man, in his recklessness, had de-
spoiled it of one of its features of wild 70.
nance and legendary lore, by tumbling
the tabled throne of the aboriginal mon.
archs from its ancient foundation, and
dashing it into thousand atoms in its
fall.
When a boy, l have often stood out up.
on the anvil-like point of the beetling
precipice, three hundred feet above the
yawning chasm, and wondered how the
fretting and chatting stream at its base had
managed to sweep away the barrier that
damned its progress, and then again ]
have thought that Nature might acciden.
tally have left the great curf in the noun.
tain, and that the stream in its meander,
ings had instinctively rolled on to the open.
ing, and thus passed on toward old ocear
without let or hindrance.
But hold, it was not my purpose when
| commenced the present writing to at
tempt description of the Rocks of Deer
Creek, or the wild and rugged scenery that
surrounds them, but rather to suggest the
task to my friend "Mars," who has the