Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1881-10-29
A STROLL BY ONE OF OUR REPORT

A STROLL BY ONE OF DUB hEPoET-
ER's.-"You could show US the town,
can you not, Mr.. Reporter 5'-was
the question asked US by visiting
friend few days ago, and We cheer
fully answered Eyes, in the meantime,
however, making mental resolve to
pick up few stray locals on our jaunt
with tie visitor.
1--WE will go first to Allegany
Cemetery" said we, "and take look
at those beautiful monuments that
surmount the graves of our dead citi-
zens." Away we started, stopping
however, along the route for brief
inspection of the new hall of Shaffer
& Munn's and at John Freshman
notwithstanding dwelling erected
on the site of the old one which was
destroyed by fire a short time ago.
Then we resume our march until we
come 10 the rise of the hill above Mr..
Robert Paul's residence; We call our
friends attention to the beautiful
scenery looking south. Almost at our
feet lies a valley through which
winds the @. & P. railroad to the
west Of it is Bowery street straight
and wide, just beyond is Welsh
Hill; ON the left of the road is Gins
ter of dwellings, looking cosy and
comfortable in the afternoon autumn
nal sun, which goes to make up
GERMANTOWN. Our friend is delighted
the scenery is superb, the trees on
the distant mountain slopes have
donned their fall attire and seem to
vie with each other in their match
less coloring from the pale pink to the
sombre brown, all these add to the
Kaleidoscope view. The smoke
curling up over the tree tops away
to the south tells US that there nestles
the ideal of all mountain villages
and mining towns-Borden Shaft.
But we must not Finger by the way
side" or night will overtake us before
we reach the cemetery. AT last we
come to Cemetery lane, cir
cuitous road leading directly to the
gate. On entering our friend exclaims:
This would be my last resting-place
were I resident of Frostburg;" his
sentiment no doubt has been uttered
before by other visitors. At the well
kept little lake the minnows sport
lively play while the carp shoot rap.
idly through the waters as if it was
their native place. Crossing the
lake we ascend the hill by the Getz-
endanner vault and wonder while
trying to peer into its gloomy depths
how many of our noble citizens have
laid there preparatory to being placed
under the sod?" On the summit of the
hill scene breaks upon our vision that
would enrapture the heart of an
artist, and we wish our hands had
the cunning to take a pencil and
upon paper transfer the beauties of
nature around US. Frostburg with
its spires and steeples, handsome res
licences and large business houses is
below US. The dense volume of
smoke nearby arises from the smoke
stacks of the Savage Mountain Brick
Works, Western Maryland Iron Works
and Wilson's Planning Factory, back
of them is large tank, which we ex-
plain to our companion is part Of the
Gas Works. The busy hum of machin-
cry from these industrial beehives is
distinctly heard. On the slope
of the mountain southeast of us is
the handsome farm residence of
Curtin M. Graham, Esq, anugly
ensconced in wilderness of fruit
trees and here it seems that Content.
msntreigns supreme. "Let us stroll
through this city of the dead"-we
suggest and down the nicely laid out
avenues we walk stopping occasionally
to read some epitaph which tells
more forcibly than words of a
broken home, q vacant chair by the
freside-perchance of a wife who
mourns for him who was stricken
down suddenly while at his work in
the dark recesses of the earth, or of
a husband who has lost his helpmate,
or maybe it is fond parents who cry
aloud for their ofspring-that babe
upon whom they had placed their
very life and hope. In a cemetery
We are reminded that "God moves in
mysterious manner" Our comps.
MON congratulates us upon having
such burying place for our dead and
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