The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1878-05-09
Ny Texas Trip Continued },
BY EsrELLE vEHsE.

After long, hot and dusty travel
of many hundred miles, enliyened
now and then by the 6eLlespaite and
sans couci of my travelling friend -
from Dallas, we stop at Malvern to
take tie cars to the Hot Springs.
While waiting with many others we
were approached by lady deeply
yelled with the question, "Are you
ladies going to the Hot SpringsT
eyes, Madame" "Have you any
gentleman with you to go out and
see after my trunk?" "We have no
escort" Still the impenetrable veil,
thick as that of the yelled Prophet
of Khorassan, remained over the
face. l suggested, eff you cannot
see after 1t yourself why not ask
some of these gentlemenr Sug-
gestion tabledl and gloved hands
dive down into her lunch basket.
Ladies, will you have some lunch?
Beef tongue sandwiches, very NICE"
"Thanks, we have dined." Ny
friend began to show impatience-
"She has as much cheek as Milton
endowed Satan with. / wonder if
she hasn't got the seven years!
and going up to the Hot Springs to
get it boiled out? am glad she
evinces some delicacy in keeping it
from sight of the travelling public"
My friend continues: "She is al
together nsaLopropre, and if she
comes here again with her intrusion
l shall have an attack of spinal
meningitis p "Please hush; she
may hear you." We were detained
at the Hot Springs depot ten min
utes, and when we reached our hotel
{ (having secured our room previous
ly, owing to the crowded state of
affairs since the great fire on the
10th }, there, bolt, upright, sat the
veiled woman to begin her ques-
tioning! AS well might old Pha
raoh have tried to rid himself of
his woes; and knowing my friends
impatience and fearing a collision
of words, undertake to answer.
"Are you the ladies expected p'"Yes
Madame" 'Been here before have
your Here the porter came in,
"The hackman is waiting for his
fare" She dives into first one
pocket then another; finds no mon
ey to meet the demand II and my
friend as curious as Eve look rude
ly on at the velled figure and in
her excitement of comes a glove,
and, 10! hand as black as char
coali 1 look at my friend-sur
prise and ire flashing from her
black eyes-an6 burst into an un-
comfortable fit of laughter
She is belle from a little town
in the swamps of Arkansas deter
mined to put aside all objections in
her large-heartedness to associating
with the "poor white trash" on &C
count of color, and to test the mer
it's of the "civil rights question" at
the - Hotel! We leave her with
the gentlemanly clerk and the por
ter starring in the back ground.
ave have no room and this man
will show you where you can be ac-
commodated." She persists in in.
dulglng in a brisk parliamentary
talk, III which we catch the Tin )fa-
nous name of one of Arkansas ex-
Governors
The Hot Springs is one of the
most wonderful places, and full of
mysteryl The town is built in the
valley enclosed by precipitous
mountaps internally fire scorched,
and bristling with their stunted
growth. 1t has many handsome
hotels and boarding houses, always
thronged with invalids and tourists.
1t has its shops, It's stores, it offices,
its mill, its gas-works, and its park,
with a population of about 1000
and transient population of 10000
annually-a complete little city.
There are II springs located on the
side of the Hot Springs Mountain,
with temperature ranging from 76
TO 155 degrees Fahrenheit, at an
average height of 100 feet above the
level of the valley, and all within a
circle OF 400 feet in diameter, dis
charging 100000 gallons of water
per day, and are 500 feet above the
tide-water of the gulf of Mexico.
The bath houses are numerous and
excellent and are required to pay a
tax of So each to the Government
per month. 1t has also its corn
hole, mud hole, and raj hole. These
three are public baths and resorted
to by the poor. The last official
act of Grant was signing the Hot
Springs Bill which created the Hot
Springs commission, or the law un-
der which they act,and they are here
now at work; and in q few years
there viii be great change: 'the
desert be made to blossom as the
rose"
/ have seen the sun rising over
moor, mountain, lake and prairie
in its setting, flushing the sky with
its gold, purple, and crimson-in
thirty states of our glorious old un-
ion, and in my experience and
judgement there is no place like
Tenneese.
Tennessee, ahl how that word
brings the throb to my heart and
the heavy tear to my eye. Ten
nessee! give me her blue misty
hills towering in their grandeur;
her sunny slopes bedecked with
the dandelion-God's new gold
coln-her clover fields with their
myriads of honey-bees. her waving
blue grass, with its sheen; her fruits,
her flowers, with their rich odors,