The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1877-08-03

'"e younger, weighing - ever so man
POUNDS; perhaps on account of the rarefae
s'on OF the atmosphere. Mr.. H-s wa
Pu"'ng up in like manner Miss F., fragil
enough on level, but as heavy now as
IKE size of lead. If the reader ever find
himself in like predicament, We advise hin
I" 40 as we did: hold on to the stick will
ons hand, pick whortleberries with the 9th
OF and offer them to tho lady behind A.
Sne releases her hold to take the berries and
put them into her mouth you will expert
enoe slight relief. This may not be gal
liant, but. it is comfortable:
The halts become more freouen, Tho
talking less animated, the heat more intense
the climbing more perpendicular, the party
more scattered-the desire for water univer.
sal. A miserable little spring appears
which we are told is the highest on Tryou.
LOO shallow for use, we send Pack gentle
man OF co'or) up the steep path with orders
TO greet South Carolina's Governor with q
cheer, if he finds any more water. The
engineer gets switch, which is converted
into miniature trough, and so arranged that
water may be dripped out below into Gun.
But just as it is fixed, we hear Pack shout.
Ing, "Hurrah for Hampton I" So up We
pull anu Ussd-a bold mountain spring,
with our heroine sitting complacently BY,
VINO twlts our engineer with his ignorance
OF Tryon's topography.
Fortunately for our party, (and our read
cry we ar, very near the top, and with a
few long, hard pulls, a few recuperating
'halts, we rest our limbs upon the highest
point of this very high mountain. And oh!
how grand! Hazy as it is, we still see
enough to compensate us for all our TOLL
OH to the left lies Columbus, with its real
ly fine Court House, its brick Jail, and its
dearth of other buildings. In front is our
hosts farm and dwelling house, visible to
the naked eye; and with our glass we can
- sparsanBdrg AMI eAshsvnls 4,a;,,..z-s,1
as it winds along the mountain sides on its
ascending course from Bird Mountain to
PAGES Gap. With the Imagination we may
distinctly trace the handsome house tops Of
Tryon City, its fine hotel, and even recog-
nize the features of friends from South
Carolina, as they saunter along tho paved
streets. Back of us, mountain range rises
behind mountain range, as far as the eye
Can see, while the brain Is bewildered with
the names which arc repeated, and located
upon tho various peaks. Farms spread out
far below in the valley, and North Pacolet,
with its silver thread, makes the landscape
complete. Painters or photographers may
reproduce that view pensmen never can.
To every romance there is a reality, and
mountain scenery was now forgotten in the
tempting display Of bountiful lunch
The bcaux seemingly most lost to things
terrestrial--i. e. in their judgment, for some
of us knew that ladies were terrestrial
came down sledge. .hammerly to that mum
dane lunch, and contributed wonderfully
towards emptyiug those baskets. However,
all got enough, and felt in good humor,
and whilcd away an hour with seven-up,
mumble-the-peg, and other highly digniied
amusements. But we are called to come
down below TO the other side of the noun.
tain and wei. Q. all except the lazy ones
hasten to obey. And oh! how magni6cent
was the view which burst upon us Caesars
Head may equal tit cannot be surpassed
No trees to obstruct the view, we look down
over precipice for thousand feet, and
see the valleys below, like rich green car
pet covering spread out before us, for mile,
upon miles. Near at hand is the Peakt
farm, whero the children playing looked
like ants, the father no larger than. o beetle
and dog ran along like mere dot upor
the earth's surface. Nothing was ugly
nothing was plain-nothing was pretty
was all grand, majestic, magnificent. W.
have seen the ocean lost on all sides in th
dip Of the horizon We have climbed vsri
ous peaks of the Blue Ridge; We have stoo