Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1880-08-12
For the Journal.
CHATTANOOGA, TENN, July 20, 1880.

the truth Of the old adage. "Fools rnsh
in where angels fear to tread, the
writer nevertheless shoulders the re-
sponsibility that such characters should
incur by such proceeding and rushes
into print. He magnanimOusly con-
sents to allow his productions to ell
gender among the readers as much con-
tempt and disgust as they may feel
disposed to Iegard him with. However,
he modestly believes that he can commu-
nicate an item or two of interest 10
those who read. -
AS the new Cincinnati Southern Rail-
way and the sights and scenes along It
were the principal objects of interest
that attracted the attention OF Your
correspondent, what was seen and heard
on the way will occupy the most space
in this letter.
Leaving Cincinnati at 5 40 a. m. Sat
urday, and crossing the Ohio River, the
train ran through a fine farming coun-
try. stopping at various stations OF small
note, until it reached Lexington, the
home of Henry Clay, 20 miles from Gin
cinnati. As we were nearing the city,
the Henry Clay monument. as 1t tow
cred above the tall trees of the cemetery,
came Into full view.
Running on a distance of 100 miles
from Cincinnati, we came to the much
renowned High Bridge. This bridge
stretches across the Kentucky RiYer,-
suspended 2S6 feet above the water, and
is the next highest bridge in the world.
At the place where the bridge crosses
the river, moss-bound, rocky precipices,
oyerhung with the rich-tinted blue
grass. conffne the river to canon-like
gorge.
About l35 miles from Cincinnati we
passed through the first tunnel. There
are twenty-seyen tunnels between Gin
cinnati and Chattanooga, so that lamps
are kept buring in the cars most OF the
afternoon. A little beyond this we
hauled up at Norwood, little station
stuck In the hills, to -regale the inner
man by taking twenty minutes for din-
ner. Now, your correspondent mas
never feasted at DelmOnicO's, nor par
taken of a tempting repast at the Grand,
or was ever lost In the enjoyment oil
disposing Of any of the enticing dishes
furnished by any of the first class hotels
in c.. So it is likely that he would
not be over particular about the eXquis-
iteness of the viands furnished for de-
molishment. Nor does he complain to
any great extent on that score. But
when that clerk smirked smile, nod
ded his head, extended his greedy paw.
and sweetly said "seventy-five CENTS"
the indescribable sense of ones being
gulled and cheated and can do nothing
to retaliate, fell upon the writer like
bucket of cold water. Your cOrrespOn-
dent silently and loftily handed out the
money and mentally bid that candidate
for eternity farewell Jorerer.
The pleasure Of chance acquaint-
ance with rowing correspondent Of
the Toledo Blade greatly relieved the
sense of loneliness into which person
travelling alone is apt to fall.
We soon began running through the
Cumberland mountains. The road bed
lies some distance above the base of the
hills, but gradually falls In grade until,
reaching the Emory valley, 1t runs but
a few feet above the banks of the river.
Two hundred and sixteen miles from
Cincinnati, the road crosses New River,
a tributary of the Cumberland. 1t runs
in a curve across the valley, thus giving
a full view Of the beautiful little river
and narrow valley as they lie far below
the swiftly moving train.
In short time, after emerging from
another tunnel, the beautiful scenery of
Little Emory River, branch of the
Clinch, comes In pleasing views to the
eve, just as we entered this garden of
nature, as yet unmarried by civilization,
the sun was shedding his last golden
beams over green-clad heights. rock
ribbed preclpices, clear, CLASSY pools,
and rushing waters dashing over rocks
and sparkling In the hazy light of the
setting sun. 1t was scenery worthy OF
u poets art, and your correspondent
could not but eXclaini,
"Bless me this Is pleasant,
Riding on the rail-"
Our acquaintance, the Blade cores
pondent, said he considered this scen-
cry as fine as the palisades OF the
Hudson. fs.
Leaving this valley through another
tunnel, we came out on the east side of
Walden's Ridge, and followed its base
about seventy miles. Four or five miles
from Chattanooga we crossed the Ten
nessee, and finally arrived at our desti-
nation at 10 :35, taking fourteen hours.
lacking five minutes, to make the run.
Our venerable Lieutenant Governor,
Andrew Hickenlooper, had his pri-
vate car attached to the train and
came all the way through. 1t was
understood that he was going farther
south. = BU .stH& e. kss fs8e
Business in Chattanooga seems to be
pushing. All the factories are in full
blast, and there Is no excuse for idle
ness. Business m6 n and travellers pour
ed into this town 50 fast one day that
one of the leading hotels was compelled
to refuse to accept any more guests.
The city is just commencing to lay
system of sewerage to bury all germs
Of "yellow jack" out of sight.
1t Is remarkable how the young men
OCCUPY so many of the business depart
ments of the city. The different busi-
ness houses are filled with them. A
young man not over twenty-three owns
and edits the County Republican paper,
the Commercial. The Democratic and
Republican nominees for the Legisla-
ture are both young men, while the
aforesaid editor and another young man
are members of the Board Of Education.
More might be said I'm regard to men
coming from the north. The Mayor, a
comparatively young man, Is from the
north. A great number Of the manu-
facturers, If not the larger part, are
northern. Many of the city officials
are from the north, so the town has a
very northy "color' toit.
There Is much more your correspon-
dent might write, but having written
too much already, he must defer 1t.
F.
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