The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-08-17
q TRsP To TEXAS

more ofthe present status, as well MS
the future prospects of the "Lone Star
State" while others may he amused
for n passing moment by an account
Of the incident of travel, | will jot
down in my crude style short rela.
tion Of the accident by food and
field attendant upon trip to the far
South vest" leaving to you the privi.
lege Of Publishing or committing it to
the "waste basket" at YOUR option.
Thursday, July -, found me in
company with Prof. NJ, "Stanford's
learned son." steaming towards sun
set. and the happy Gland of promise"
TO all poor folks ard adventures. The
evening of the same day gave the last
view, for some weeks, Of Kentucky
blue-grass aud towering trees, aud we
found ourselves slipping swiftly tbso
alternate swamps and cotton felds. D y
Friday morning found the swamps
prevailing, asd the shrill whistle Of
the locomotive was answered BY the
no less shrill but more subdued piping
Of the mosquitoes, who, with the per-
sistency of a Stanford shop-keepcr-
presented their bills" continuously.
A day at Memphis, the commercial
emporium Of W. Tenn. with an hour
passed amid the enchanting shades of
her beautiful Cemetery, with its tow
ering monument and magnificent mag
nolias, finished up Friday. and the
closing day found US zen route" for
Little Rock-and here let ne give all
pssengers holding "emigrant tickets
n lhtie advice for their peculiar delec-
tation. Get shaved and don u clean
shirt at M, that, perchance, you
may escape banishment to the miseries
of the "Emigrant Car" on the west
side Of the Mississippi-and on no 9TH
er hypothesis can explain the mark.
ed partiality of the Conductor" ON
that train, which separated me from
my learned, witty, and pleasant com
panions da voyage" Midnight found
us with hands on pockets and eyes
chatting" under the ruddy glare Of the
depot lamps upon the platform at Lit
tie Rock. more than halt consci Gus
that some ounces Of the vital current
had been lost to the vagrant mosquitoes
intransitu. Soon the shrek Of the in
coming locomotive. warned us to jump
for il, and away we went again. Snug
gled down upon our seats, with our
backs In something less than double
bow. knot, and our legs-well, well
say as little OF them rs We may. since
l have a dim recollection of "Haul in
your legs, old man." sounding on my
tympanum during the small hours.
Our eyes opened with the sun. upon
the long white bodies of the pine trees.
with occasionally a clump Of the mel.
ancholly cypress, while now and then
n solitary hut, with its cotton patch,
enlivened " the view. Across Red
River. and few hours brought us 10
TexArkana, the city OF three States.
A good square meal fortified us for
another dash, and here, alas! alas /! !
was forced to bid adieu to my mathe-
matical. linqual, and theological CON-
panion, and like little foundling cast
adrift on life's weary voyage, pursued
my way alone:--
"'Tis ever thus FROM ehilihood's hour" Se.
And now l left the swamps and pin
cries, and began to mount the grand
plateau which forms Northern Texas.
No pen can do justice to the views
that greeted my eyes. As far as my
view could reach, batted in the rich
sunlight Of Northern summer. broken
here and there by tongues OF timber, lay
the broad praries of N. Texas, while
the delicious South wind bore To my
appreciative nostrils the aroma of a
thousand flowers. 1t was simply mag
niicent. And now as appreciated
the line Of little cities, that tell of the
enterprise, the thrift OF a rising. pros.
porous people, beautiful homesteads,
wide spreading cotton fields, and lux.
uriant corn fields, tell Of nature re-
deemed from the wild estate by the
hand OF industry and energy.
2:3O, and | step from the train in
to the beautiful little city of Paris,
Lamar county. Soon the CHEEKY voice
of my old friend and pupil, DIR. Ed.
D.. greets me, and am welcomed by
his lovely wife aud interesting family.
Tiredy Yes. how could il be other
wise. after rushing over 800 miles
in less than three days, yet refreshed
to find that "auld lang syne" was not
forgotten.
And now. Mr.. Editor. it you
are not tired Of reading, l am of wri'
ting, and having told you how ! got to
Texas, l will defer my impressions OF
the country and my return trip to an
other time. B.
A dimes worth of pulverized bo-