The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1877-12-05

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the Knightly deeds of the older
time. 1t is, think, far more man
ly thing to surrender your comfort
able seat to an often ungratefuI
stranger, than to WELD the spear and
lance under the admiring gIances OF
bright eyes. and the applause OF
dainty hands. And here-rare oc
currencs-an idea strikes me. Would
it not be quite consistent with wo
manly dignity to manifest q little
more gratitude than we often see
from fair ladies in accepting the
courtesies of gentlemen in travel.
ling? 1 have seen man rise and
surrender his seat to woman whom
he had never seen before, with as
much Difference as if she were very
queen, aud / have likewise seen that
woman drop down into his place
without SO much as a glance at her
benefactor, or kindly ';hank you"
for the stranger who had sacrificed
his own for her comfort.
"You are entirely welcome, mad
am,' said one of our courteous citi-
zens the other day as he yielded his
seat in the horse-car to a young and
attractive lady entirely welcome /;
entirely so,' reiterated the courte-
Gus citizen; Il didn't hear your
thanks, but you are just as welcome
for all that. The bushes of one
passenger, and the suppressed litter
of the others indicated that they all
saw the point. Now if L were that
man l should feel tempted to let all
such ungrateful women stand up aud
enjoy their rights ever after. This
one had his reward, but his case is a
rare one.
WEST OF ST.. LOUIS, 6 P. Mo.
night we reach Kansas City. The
day has passed somewhat wearily as
we have missed the easy comfort of
Pullman. We have had all day no
sleeping-car, but kind Of reclining
CHAIR and these proved indeed
"whited sepulchres'' of discomfort.
| have never seen their like before,
and never wish to again. Entering
the door of the car you feel as if you
had stumbled into barber-shop-
the high-backed, crimson chairs, with
their white linen busters on, and
men and women reclining in atti-
tudes more remarkable for comfort
than grace. The resemblance to a
barber-shop is so close that one al
most expects to hear, "Your turn
next. sir"
The monotonous scenery has af-
forded but little enjoyment to-day
only vast plains, perfectly level, for
miles and miles. AS far as the eye
can reach is the same unbroken lev
ell, occasionally backed by a streak
of timber, but more often by the
cold blue sky.
Many busy, thriving towns have
sprung up along the line of the rail
road, aud they seem full of life and
energy. We have passed a great
deal Of swamp-land-little pools of
water, still and sullen, as if angry.
that civilization should have in
truded upon their domain are scat
tered over the land, rendering it, I
should think, unfit fer cultivation.
In many places the railroad is not
more than three feet from the bank
of the Missouri river, and this ap-
pears dangerous in such sandy soil.
The sky is growing dark now, SO
dark that cannot see the lines in
my little book in which I am writing
these jottings by the way, and I
must, perforce stop writing. We
awake tomorrow in Council Bluffs,
Iowa.
THURSDAY MORNING, Jan. 10
We are now arriving at Council
Bluffs, which is only four miles from
its twin sister Omaha. The Mis-
souri, river rolls between the two
cities, but it is spanned by magnif-
icent bridge, thus really uniting
them into one city. The scenery
here is beautiful; the huge ''Blaffs''
forming pleasant relief to the eye
wearied with the endless monotony
of unbroken plains. The city is
called Council Bluffs" because here
was held, by the explorers, the first
council with the Indians. Many
tale of Indian wrong has been told
beneath the protecting shadows of
these giants of nature; how the
white man, not content with wrest-
ing from them the land which was
theirs by right of Gods gift were
driving them further and further
west. until they should soon be in
''the land where the sun goes down.
Poor savages they have been most
cruelty treated by the ''pale faces
who have i'll requited the kindness
which they first received from these
dusly scions of an unknown race
The Missouri river is entirely fro-
zen over. Below US, as we look from
the eminence of the bridge we see
what seem to be dwarf men and