Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1872-07-15
A BLUE LOOK AT RALEIGH.
The Sad Experiences Of an I~rahlgestiye
Philosopher Who Visited
@The Springs
The Curious Language Of Mrs. Hiser-
a Sort of ~Churebynrd
Experience.

EDITORS APPEALlI was led to visit
Raleigh last week through the very fat
tering accounts the papers give of its
peculiar beauty, and the abundance,
freshness and salubrity of its sparkling
waters. Selecting a genial day and COM
panion, and n buggy, I sailed forth full
Of pleasurable anticipations. Having
passed the city limits and got fairly into
the country, surrounded by cool groves
and thriving farmhouses, my imagina-
ton cast itself loose and frolicked ana
revealed, as it were, in future bliss upon
the m-oss-coyeTed hills Of Raleigh, or in
sailing in gilded gOndolas upon the pei
lucid surface of the Wolf river, which
flows at the foot of those hills, making
pleasant music upon the pebbly beach
by the ripple of its sparkling waters. /
had several copies of the APPEAL with
me, which contained very Mandatory let
tiers and paragraphs of Raleigh. l
also had the scientific analysis of the
river water, which led me to believe il was
a rival Of the arrOwy RhOne in respect
to depth and c~leaTness. Besides these
aids 10 a naturally feTvid imagination, l
had been schOOled sedulOusly by my
mentor TO ''ain high;i and let me tell
you, sir, / aimed. l never should have
discovered how high I aimed il I had
not discovered the mark afteFward. BY
the way, this thing of firing at q mark
created by ones Imagination, is but a
sorry business. [ am convinced now il
is about as good to 90 il blind altogether.
[ expected, of course, to find uts in the
road, .raZor-backed hogs, an occasional
pool of stagnant fluid, and such things.
They did not, therefore, dlsappoint me.
We crossed the long bridge which I'M
gracefully spans the river at the foot of
the bluff, and saw a long line of vehi-
cles passing cityward, containing men,
women and children. We thought the
movement peculiar. Having struggled
up the mud bank to Uncle TOMS and
mis- lady's castle, we felt convinced that
the population of the town had vanished
in that caravan. Not a soul was to be
seen. The blistering sun shot down
upon the red banks of dirt exposed to
view. In fact, we saw only the bare
ribs of a village. o, that local peregri-
natOr and scribbler of the APPEAL!
Had he come within the wind of my
muscle at that moment! Jack Walsh
wOuldhave reaped the reward. Presently
we were relieved by the sound Of a voice
which wa like the grrgle of a stream of
itOE " atCl Ha1ctAAA AlIDAiELld GAIIEIOl Autu.
Turning round we discovered Tom, the
most important man in the place. With
him we arranged to remain the better
part of three hours. Very soon q very
fat man and his wife emerged from the
castle with umbrellas and respective
bundles Of assorted literature. Putting
like porpOises, they waddled away down
the hill, then waddled up the opposite
slope, crossed another hill, and disap-
peared from our aching vision. A little
inquiry developed the fact that they
were going to the springs at eleven
O'Clock under a fiery, coppery sky that
looked fierce enough to distil Kentucky
whisky and send it down in hot drops
upon u heads. "Ah,p thought We,
% yOnder in the bosom of those woods
there is, doubtless, a valley watered by 1
a meandering stream Of crystal, full of
health and GOODNESS; its banks are gar
nished with flowers and beautiful pagO-
das for MONDAY repOse. Thither that
obese couple have wandered to while
away the sweltering hours and delight
their minds with streams from the
choicest fountains of printed matter.
They will return when the wearied sun
is sinking behind the woods, arm i'm
arm, and, engaged in loving and poetic
converse, they will approach this hOspi-
table castle, and seek, in the blissful de-
glutitiOn of cOrn-pOne and ancient
that sort of relaxation which
an intellectual nature crave How
happy this isl Such were our re-
Elections rs we turned into the
to see our equine charge
corned and procure parachute. We
also looked under the seat of the buggy.
In fifteen minutes we We're ready to fol-
low the charmed path our fat friends
had trOd, but no sooner had we struck
it than we encountered the twain
walking back, porpoising worse than
with the literature untouched.
ventured to inquire, timidly, how
was the water? Our only answer was a
dolOrous look from both parties and a
wipe of their handker-
chiefs across their OOzing fOreheads.
Much worry and painful travel enabled
us to gain a position in which We could
survey the valley and behold the hyDo-
thetical gush of the fabulous waters. I
prefer to draw a veil over that valley
and let it RESI- in Obscurity. II
nave only to wish "May the
lark chain of silence hang DER
{ long" We fell into sad cOnversa-
ION Will an excellent German lazy
who spoke in poetic paragraphs, every
of which wound up thus: milne
husband Mr.. Kiser is coming up to-
morrow, and I'm going TO town. I'm
70 glad" She was an excellent lady,
md I am 10th to think that her little
nirth arose from an expectation of
speedily becoming a widow, consequent
N the early arrival of Mr.. Kiser. She
evidently felt that such a result might
le confidently expected from a pro-
onged visit on his part to the Springs.
Dur reflections after that are Of too sad a
nature to be written out. We sought
recreation on the river so yellow, but
llas, not a nor a dug-Out could be I
ound, and our wearied spirits craved for
he Bridge of Signs and the gliding )
,ondola. 7
In the dim future some ~perversity of
nan or nature may make Raleigh habi- :
able, but I snail build my intended
lila in Hopeield, in the meantime.
EPPs. ]
GOOD LIVING. J