The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1877-08-22
FROM MINERAL HILL.


W1lGnerSOeNer- our fancy leu u.s. AL
ter using our woman's pursuasive art
we succeeded in winning from GER
tain masculine autocrat. whom we
had rashly promised to Glove, honor
and obey a consent to leave the
ledger (but not the ''cash-book'') aud
all the dreary routine of business be-
hind, and forget, for one blissful
month, the toll and trouble of every
day life. He had not forgotten a
certain lovers retreat" but for
which he might, even now, be wan
dering in the vale of bachelor lonell-
ness, and was in no wise ayerse to
visiting the old time trysting place.
So the last trunk was packed-the
last goodbye spoken-we had gone
up stairs for the last forgotten arti-
Gle, and turned our faces toward the
mountains. Whittier shall we direct
our rest-seeking feet? Where shall
we find the freedom and luxury that
mind and body both require!
The attractions of one resort and
then another clamor for hearing, but
we turn a deaf ear to them all, for.
like the perfume offowers floats to us
the memory of one joysome summer
spent in a little valley over which
Beauty had stretched her magic
wand. Sweet as remembered kiss
es after death happy recollections
came trooping over us-visiOns Of
green sloping hills and moss-grown
rocks-shaded hooks rich in ferns
and lichens of luxuriaut growth
bright faces whose smiles had glad
dened our stay-yoices that had
greeted US with pleasant words, all,
all came to our minds, aud longing
to revisit the scene of blessed men,
cries took possession of US.
So we took the eastern bound train
and were soon at that charming city,
Morristown. The first sight which
greeted our vision, as we stepped
from the cars to the platform, was
the bland and smiling countenance
OF the elder GAZETTE. Time had
dealt gently with him, and but for a
few
''Silver threads among the''-brown,
we would never have dreamed that
the handsome young man with
pencil behind his ear called him Fla.
ther'' But we knew, as we felt the
warm grasp of lis hand. and read a
welcome in his beaming face, that,
though his hair should shame the
snow-drift, perpetual youth dwelt in
the heart Of the GAZETTE.
We were astonished to see so ma
ny of the passengers leaving the
cars; all seemed going in the same
direction, and in search of the same
object. For a moment we stood in
pleasant converse with friends, and
then are reminded by the hurry
ing Of the crowd, and the putting and
snorting of an engine near by, that
if we would reach our destination we
must hasten on. SO, bidding hasty
goodbye to our acquaintance we
proceeded to the " Mineral Hill' De-
pot, which is only few steps from
where the stages used to start. Lo !
what a change greets our astonished !
vision! Instead Of the kindly driv~
er. Mr. Johnson, and his sturdy team,
we are assisted iuto handsome car.
and are soon whirling over beauti-
full valley, through which runs q mar
row-guage railway, whose terminus
is Mineral HILL" now rejoicing
in a name suggestive Of the beauty
and restfulness of the place. This |
was bnilt by the enterprise
of Capt. Jaques, of Knoxville, toge-
tber with other wide awake gentle !
men, who were not willing that
country so rich in mineral and agri- |
wealth should be cut off from /
the outside world for the want of con-
venient means of transportation. The
effect Of this railroad is like the work
Of magic; for where, not long ago.
were only woodlands and a country
untouched by hand Of art we now
saw beautiful homes and smiling
farms laid out with the utmost taste
and care. The most beautiful cattle
grazed upon the green sward, and
0uI genial conductor, Capt. Holloway,
informed Us that the very rarest OF
1looded stock from the well known
arm OF Mr. Wi ! Shields. near Bean
Station, had taken the place of the
miserable hungry looking animals
which always are disgrace TO the in
of our farmers.
As we looked around among the
we were glad to see many
amiliar faces-the brown, brown
yes of Miss Ella McAffaty.o Knox
lille, looked into our own; DIR. and
Irs. Mccall were also en- route for
he Springs, and we were astonished
O see the familiar form of Master
Sam arrayed in all the glory of
and pantaloons (! Quite
tall boy he had grown since we saw