The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1879-09-25

JecG always e2clCeS my Ire, ana never
know when to stop.
Leaving Crystal Spring, we descend
the hill and, still keeping to the left, pas:
through succession of halls, arches and
chambers, abounding in magnificent
scenic effects, every object brought into
clear relief by thousands of glittering
sparkling lights.
In one of these, stands the Spectre, q
tall white object, rising with truly spec.
trail effect amid the shadows of chasm
but leaving the walk, and clambering
over ledge of rocks, we stand on the
verge directly opposite his ghostship
when 10! it is resolved into a magnif.
cent snow-white pillar, forty feet high, q
marvel of symmetry and beauty, capped
with square block, and resting on a pc.
destal that would set sculptor mad with
envy. TIE rocks in the bottom of the
chasm show dimly through soft blue
haze. Gazing with clasped hands and
bated breath on this grand spectacle, q
nameless thrill passed over our heart, a
vague reaching into the infinite, whis.
pering of the immortal spirit, which
leaves US better and purer for all time.
The Ladies' Bathroom is an exquisite
little alcove, draped and curtained with
white, enclosing tiny lake, crystal clear.
Now we pass along the edge of 8
chasm, at one end of which a bold, noun
famous wall supports a glacier-like for
nation, known as Brands Cascade, its
broad surface lies white and cleaning in
the light, while at its foot glitters a
spring. At the head of the chasm is I'm
perial Spring; large and clear, supported
by brown columns, between which are
crowded huge banks of glistening snow.
Just outside, and against the columned
wall of the spring, rests half circular;
alabaster stand, supporting on its pol
ished surface variety of toilet articles,
thus gaining its name of Ladies' Toilet
Table. Above this, hangs lovely
bracket, the band around its edge scol-
loped and embroidered.
The small Bridal Chamber is another
curtained alcove, whose sea-foam floor
and exquisite furniture must have been
constructed in fairyland.
Doubling on our track" once more,
we enter doorway in the wall of col
umns and curtains. Across our path lies
the Fallen Column, q stalagmite twenty
one feet long and ten feet in circum-
ference, having the appearance and
weight of metal. In the opinion of q
noted scientist, it fell four thousand years
ago. In view of this fact, we feel dis
tressingly young, as we pass under this
bit of antiquity into the Organ Room.
This room is circular, depressed in the
centre, with lofty, vaulted roof, and a
formation on one side bearing an almost
perfect resemblance to an organ. Musi-
cal sounds are produced by striking the
stalactites which form the frost, three of
them making the first three notes of the
scale. Something quite wonderful, con-
sidering that the only workmen were
drops Of water making their way through
solid rock. Opposite the organ, on the
other side of the room, is the Angels
Wing, pure white, long, sloping, perfect
ly shaped, and one could almost imagine
the feathers waving, so light, graceful
and airy is it. Behind the organ is a
pulpit and cushioned chair.
Passing out on a rallied platform, we
have lovely view of Emperor's Column.
Its glittering head rises twenty feet above
US, while the pure white surface of its
shapely sides exhibits the most beautiful
figures and exquisite lace-like tracery,
deftly carved by Natures hand.
Next we descend into Giants Hall,
whose ceiling is ninety feet high. and ap-
parently supported by an immense dou-
Bile column. Pagodas, temples, monu-
ments, stalactites and stalagmites, grand
ly beautiful, meet the eye at every turn.
Curtains, pink, white and brown, depend
from the walls, whose sparkling, irredes-
cent folds appear to be lined with gems.
Struck by the hand, they produce distinct
musical sounds, varying from the deep
bass of the De Profundis to the light
tinkle of an Eolian harp.
Passing under huge rock, we enter a
narrow passage leading to the Ballroom.
This is circular apartment, in which a
platform has been laid, surrounded by
seats. Its ceiling fairly rivals the finest
frescoing. The terminus to this room,
and the cave also, is mountainous wall,
bearing on its sides number of walled
and turreted castles. To the left, this
wall becomes smoother, and is adorned
by groups of miniature statuary, some of
them exceedingly beautiful. Near the
music-stand is a group of human heads,
one very much resembling the Judge of
our Circuit Court. Cascade Spring, COM
posed of several basins, one above the
other, occupies a beautifully curtained
niche in this room. Here our guide in
forms US that we are three hundred feet
below the surface.
Leaving the Ballroom, we catch q
glimpse of Cinderella's long, floating
train as she ascends a winding stair
among the stalagmites on our left. Com
ing out, we pass Comet Column, tall and
shapely, bearing upon one of its brown
sides q perfect comet, blaze6 in white.
Hollow Column stands near, its interior
resembling a decayed tree. The large
Bridal Chamber, circular walled, its floor
gemmed with sparkling crystals, also
claims our attention.
Hovey's Balcony, overlooking Pluto's
ShSlolu, ~ Oh So1o4oAeS tAestS SSAt' - aS
roof is covered with quaint-looking she'll
work, and the curtains dropping about its
slender columns are of some pure, crys-
talline substance, hanging in natural,
graceful folds, bordered with stripes of
brown, ss even and regular as if laid on
with painters brush.
Dead-Mar's Gulch contains no charms,
only portion of human skeleton, in a
kneeling posture, embedded in the rock.
Beyond the mute appeal of its position,
its history is yelled in mystery.
Passing on through this beautiful pal
ace of Natures making, whose myriad
lights CLEAN and glitter like stars, we
again enter the first chamber. Turning
to the right, we discover broad, low en-
trance leading into room, whose roof is
low and covered with sponge, only the
touch conv;nces US that it is rock. The
first object that meets the eye on enter.
ing is pyramid of cake, capped with 8
pineapple. Further on, amid the viii,
derness of stalactites, is the Eagles