The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1877-08-03
Written expressly for the Times
A TRIP TO TRYON MOUNTAIN.


1t was party of thirteen highly respect
able people, who might have beon see
three weeks ago climbing the steep ascent
Of Tryon Mountain. We left with man
assurances from those who stayed behind
that the trip could not be made b.
tender ladies; while some of us fcarei tha
the delicacy of frame indicated by sucl
beautiful faces would not take their fai
pessessors to so great an altitude. Blu
'brave hearts werc there, determined to sue
'ceed
,sssr bagss 3 A. N. We started; that is to say
two mules started, drawing a wagon in which
we're seated the two Misses H. of Union
(Union comes first, of courso,) Miss F, OF
Spartanburg, tho two Misses NJ, Miss X
and little Miss w. of North Carolina. The
mules, no doubt, thought that load enough,
but there seemed to be different opinion
entertained by Messfa LS T. and c.. of Spar
tanburg, HI, of VirgfSaa and H-s and
g.. of Union, (last this time) who crowded in,
too. However, pity or discomfort (for noun
tain roads are rough aud rocky induced
the gentlemen to jump out, as we crossed
the North Pacolet, and walk up the hill
on the other side; while some of them never
got in any mose- TSss lailassAfaualking
and trotting, talking and laughing, an &C.
casioual scream in acknowledgements o
Notwithstanding jolt, views Of magnid-
cent mountain and valley scenery, and We
are at the base of Tryon. Although no
man of our party is longer permitted to ride,
and Miss b. NJ, the heroine of the expe-
dition, has gone on ahead, the other ladies
keep their discomfortable seats in the wagon,
and soften the noise Of the wheels rattling
over rocks with most musical shrieks, and
greet the commingled echoes on their return
down the mountain slopes with hearty peals
of laughter. And so on to the farm of
Capt. Williamson, where may be seen
xRatehsffaeott9n. ahead of anything we have
- x.s ,ss,Ru
S6ss lShods THsrmal BeE, Of which odf
] Most is wont to relate the wonders, as he
Hospitality welcomes at his gate the weary
travellers on the "new schedule" But al
though Capt. w. is really most clever
gentleman, ,oho could Aot raise good cotton
from land whore frost never forms. Hence
cotton picking in December, tomato blooms
in January, and unfailing crops of luscious
peaches. (VirgiD.
At this same farm the ladies were order
cd to their feet-the wagon. could go no
farther. The line of march was now taken
up, Cad and Pack bringing up the rear,
with three lunch baskets. We cannot de-
scribe that struggling, toiling party; to be
appreciated it must be seen. In front
marched the heroine, with her escort, lead
ing the party easily, and only resting as
guide posts to those behind. Miss -
would dash frantically at the steep ascent,
aud having accomplished it, fall exhausted
on the first fat rock or grassy tuft, ques-
tioning in her mind whether Macbeth's ad-
vice was of universal application
"If 1t were done, when 'tis done, then 'twers
we'll
It were done quickly"
Just behind her would rush up Miss 8.
NJ, who protested her inability to climb
slowly, tread like plantigrade, or keep her
lips closed, as she was told to do. The en-
gineer Of the party, tough as whalebone
assembled readily the slopes, assisting his
fair companion, who seemed exhausted ere
We had gone far on cur way. Miss +
stood it like a woman, tired, no doubt
and glad Of every halt, but determined 4
reach the mountain top. Mr.. H-s
passed from group to group, now helping
here, now encouraging there; and Mr.. l.
with friend, prettier than himself, acte'
as rear guard to all, mounting slowly bu
surely the cliffs Of Tryon. Climbing an
walking, running and hating, sighing an
laughing, we have now pulled our strag
Cling bapd up to the top Of the gap bu
misery !the goal looks as far off as wbe
! we crossed Pacoiet River. The guides te