The Rugbeian. (Rugby, Morgan Co., Tenn.) 1881-1882, 1881-01-01

is but repetition of another, and that it has taken
two Woodworking generations to bring all this to per
fiction; and no matter what he desires about them,
he cannot possess them-his purse is not long enough
for that-and the probable life he has before him is
too short to fill it-and remembering his own hard
working days. and the tolls of his father before him.
he will say WE'LL after ALL the people who live in
these fine places are not much happier than we; but
they do not seem to be such slaves to their crcum
stances and surroundings we are and if can 60
down in Tennessee and find there some good people,
some cheap land an easier climate to live in, SO that
by the same hard work that am now obliged to give
for living can make gain on the life am now
living, it will be worth the while. And so, as you 60
along your resome journey across the great, broad
agricultural State of Ohio, and come into the great
smoky, smutty-faced Queen City Of the Southwest,
you will be prepared in your mind to say: Well, sure
enough, she is Queen in many respects; but Pm glad
and think Of her in purple and jewels. And when,
at half past eight O'Clock the next morning. you take
the long ride of the Eighth street horse-cars, way
down to the outer edge of the city, to find the Gin
cinnati Southern Railway Depot, you will say: Well,
l thought all the time that Queen City though she
thinks she is she is yet too selfish to accommodate the
travelling public with Union Depot And as the
train draws up for you, and you see at glance the
staunch built cars and locomotive that is to take you
to your dream-land, and as you on and on, you
will say WE'LL can afford to forget and forgive the
absence Of the Union Depot yes, and remember no
more the soied garments of the Queen when she has
been able to so influence her subjects to literally
cause them to far forget SELF to take their axes,
shovels, picks, hoes, and their !" woodworking
TOOLS, and commence by spanning theyellow waters
of the Ohio with trusses of iron, and across valley
and plain, over the deep gorges of the Kentucky
River, cutting through the sharp ridge of lower Ken
lucky, and into the mountains, bridging gorge after
| goree, and piercing with tunnel after tunnel the
rugged wilderness of Tennessee, into the valley
and over the sleepy waters of the Tennessee River
three hundred and thirty-fve miles to the growing
Southern City Of Chattanooga Wonderful achieve
ment you think. And who will now arise to question
the right of Cincinnati to be crowned Queen City
of the West or doubt the loyalty of her subjects?
But what we are thinking most about, and what
we want to suggest is, that while you whirling
down through the mountains so Wild and all is so
new and strange, as you see the little log huts way
down in the narrow valleys below, and you see the
lonesome looking men and women standing in the
small doorways, and lstless looking children gaze
after the flying train, you think: Well, now is this
the land of my day-dreams? or do still dream or is
this all a piece of my waywardness? Have
brought myself and away from the land of prom
Use and down in the wilderness And while you
are thus wandering amid the ruins of your own
thoughts the pleasant conductor calls out Sedge-
moor =" and you hustle yourself out just at dusk to
the platform into small shelter station, standing
alone in the wilderness. The first thing that strikes
you is, that the station is planted in beautiful little
valley, with plenty of just the right size hilltops and
slopes, upon which to build up nice little manu-
featuring village, and you wish yoV had been the
first one to discover and buy it, and had all the lots
sold and the money in your pocket, and was to take
the return train for home to settle down for life and