Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1877-01-27

ourselves "dished" % far as good
sleeping Accommodations are concern
ed, all the berths on the Pullman
sleeper having been previously en-
gagged. One hundred and seventy
one miles of our journey is accom-
plished during the night Daylight
Thursdsg morning revealed the fact
that su6G had fallen to the depth
OF two inches. At eight o'clock we
cross the James River and slowly
approach the city Of Lynchburg, Va.
Here We have plenty Of time for re-
freshments, and take hack up to
the Norvall House. We quenched
our thirst with with coffee, and
satisfy our hunger longings at the
best furnished table in the United
States. l. ynchburg is o smart little
village of 10, 900 inhabitants. Lynch
burg is all right, but we don't want
to live there. At 10 o'clock we find
ourselves aboard the train for Bris.
stol, Tenn. This trip of 204 miles
across the Allegheny and Blue
Ridge mountains on a Thanksgiv.
ing day is not brilliant affair, yet
it has some pleasant aspects. We
now begin to get an insight into
Southern life. We scrape the &C.
quaintance Of our fellow passengers
and were surprised to find them
pleasant, genial men, instead of
"Will Savages" and blood thirsty
"Ku Klux." At first we approach
ed them ''politically," very cautious
", afterwards with more holiness,
and finally with hair erect and hand
on repeater we tell them we are
"vermont Republicans" and,
strange as it may seem, we escaped
without the smell of fire on our gar
ments. We are forced to admit,
that thus far, we have found South.
ern Democrats pleasant and agree
able travelling companions,( but more
about the people in the future). Out
side the eye is met with variety
of scenery, passing through fertile
vallies along the steep side Of the
mountains, into long dark tunnels,
over high bridges, with the scenery
constantly changing, like one vast
panorama. What adds to its ma
terial beauty and splendor, are the
dark clouds, fast falling sleet and
snow. At little past noon we ar
rive at Christianburg, and stop for
refreshments. We remain in the
car, dive into our luncheon basket
and draw forth our thanksgiving"
dinner moisteuing it with the last
bottle of cider furnished US by our
schoolmate, at Coburn & Langs.
We pass on, and our fellow travellers
informs us it is through q "right
splendid country" We pity the
beast that is doomed to roam over
q more desolate, forsaken country, or
the man that is obliged to live in a
more delapidated, uninviting pen.
than the so.called home of the ma
tives. Reaching Bristol a little af-
ter dark, we engage sleeper for
Dalton, Ca, a distance of 24O miles
and spend the night in the arms of
"Morpheus." At Dalton, Ca, Fri.
day morning, Dec. LIST we find no
trace of the snow and storm of the
day previous on the montains. We
reach Macon early in the evening,
eat a hasty supper, change cars and
push on towards Albany. No Pull.
man sleeper to night. We smile
and make the best of it; we reach
Albany early Saturday morning,
change cars and start on the home
stretch, being only Sc miles from
our destination. Our car is second
class in all its appointments, being
partitioned in the middle, our end
being occupied by six whites, the
other by fifteen negroes. The car
is attached to a freight train, our
speed is not the best on record, yet
it was in keeping with everything
connected with the road. We while
away the time, by getting off to
push, conversing with the "crack.
ers" by tho road side, talking poll
tics and moral philosophy with the
''nigs," and whistling "far from NOR
tai cares reteating." At Camilla
we are delayed an hour. Here we
meet, and are introduced to Con.
gresham Smith of the I'd Congress.
sionM District, Judge A. 81. Hansell
of the Superior Court, and several
prominent lawyers and jurists from
different parts of the State. These
gentlemen gave US q very cordial
reception, and treated us far better
than our rank aud station in life de-
handed. The whistle sounds the
signal for departure, and we are
obliged to leave our newly found
friends and get aboard. At two
O'Clock, just eight hours from Alba.
ny, our Sc mile stretch is completed
and we step off the cars to meet
MIR. Fabyan, who escorts us up to
his pleasant winter home, the Mitch.