The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-06-01

patched, and the tea equipage removed
the whole family assembled in the sitting
room to listen to Arthur's letter, which
Jessie read with pleasing naicste:
Land Of Beauty, Home Of PoetTyMn yynou,
"Humph," said Harry, "Arthur is po'
etical, he must surely be in lovep
"Hush, hush, Harry" said Jessie, with
an impatient tap on his shoulder; "you
must not interrupt me! Now I will have
to begin the letter afresh."
'Under such an affliction I will Ger.
tainly not interrupt again. Mum is
the word. Go on, JESSIE" said Harry.
"Well, then, the letter is written from
the
LAND OF BEAUTY, HOME OF POETRY,
alias PLEASANT VALLEY, GA.
DEAR LITTLE SISTER: I wish you
could enjoy with me the pure water, de-
lightful climate and charming scenery Of
this beautiful country I have engaged
excellent quarters for "Santee" and my
self upon comfortable farm in this val,
ley of well-to-do-farmers, and l have
stuck up my shingle to avoid the sobri'
quet of 'Loafsr" by our industrious and
respectable neighbors. But I must 60
back little to inform you how [ find
myself in these romantic wilds. wrote
you last from and of the Crescent City, y
and will not now repeat myself. 1t was
while there I encountered an old &C.
quaintance, who informed me he had
heard there was fine opening in D
for a physician, and advised me to 60
there without delay. Harry will doubt.
less remember the little town where we
lay in winter quarters just before the
memorable spring campaign of '64, under
that Captain of Captains, Joe Johnston.)
I followed my friends counsel, and yield.
ing my taste for equestrian travelling to
the necessity for speed, I procured
through-tickets for Santee and myself,
and in few hours was in D., but, to
my great grief and modification, found
myself de trop by nearly half dozen
among the followers of the skilful Escu-
lapius.
One day while sauntering through the
main street of the little city, ever and anon
looking up admiringly to the beautiful
mountains which encompass her, and
dreaming of the almost fabulous wealth
which fancied would in some future
Cay be poured from their upheaving
bosoms into her Golfers, I almost ex'
claimed aloud: 'Lo, before me lies an
embryo Sheffield or Birmingham or
peradyenture, Leeds; for why should
not yonder green hills become white with
feecy focksf And, indeed, backed by
such mineral resources as these noun
tains afford, with a soil of more thar
ordinary fertility, and climate unsur'
passed for health and comfort, I do moi
see why this little city should not looE
forward to future of unprecedented anc
constantly increasing prosperity. While
lost in such reveries, was accosted by 6
familiar voice, exclaiming:
"Halloo, Colonel! what fair breeze
has blown you to North Georgia." ant
George S of our Regiment greeted
me. I quickly proclaimed, "Wanted
place." and related my disappointment
He eagerly told me in pleasant Valley,
near c. Springs was splendid open
ing for a physician. He expatiated upor
the beauty of the country, the bracint
climate, the exhilerating and health
giving waters of the spring, and above
all the fine red deer and good sport to b.
had in the mountains.
Although I could not detect the spIen
did opening for poor M. D. in tn
hygein cline he SO eloquently described
the next morning quite early my gallan
gray and L en- route for the Springs hat
left the little "valley City" for who's
future I had INDUCED in such lofty aspi
rations.
I rode slowly forward, enjoying da!
of superb and cloudless beauty. Thu
road, public highway, lay principal!
through broken and hilly forest, Otter
on each side of this road are deep ra
vines, at this season dotted with wile
flowers of beautiful and varied 'hues
The broken country, the charming wealth
er, the forest hush and stiffness of th'
woods seldom broken, except by tht
music of the birds or the cracking of the
squirrels in the tree tops, carried mt
back to the reign of the Redman, once
the proud monarch of these woods
Lost in the indulgence of such fancies-
so wonderful is the power of the imag
ination-I once or twice started ant
gazed with awe into the quiet depths O.
the woods, imagining the graceful form
of some Indian Brave springing from
his lurking place behind some lofty tree
or emerging stealthily and noiselesSl!
from amid the under-brush of some
deep ravine.
About noon of the same day I obtained
very palatable dinner at an old-fash
ioned hostelrie in the little town of S
which forcibly recalls to mind pictures
we have looked over together of Gold
smiths Deserted Village" and which
Rip-like, seems only to await the shril
whistle of the engineer to awaken her tt
sense of the gifts of beauty and wealth
which a benefcient Creator has plac,