Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1883-07-21
INCIDENTS OF A JoURNEY.
The Famous Berkshire Hills and the
Appetizing New England HOme-Made


The Famous Berkshire Hills and the
Appetizing New England Homemade
Bread.
Editor Morning NelCS: Perhaps at this
dull season a few '.jottings by the way
may be acceptable, even though possess
ing but little of novelty for many of your
readers. A trip North by rail affords
good deal of interest, despite the dust ana
fatigue. We glide out of the Charleston
and Savannah depot one hot afternoon
and soon find the temperature falling ana
our spirits rising as the cool breezes and
fresh verdure of the country greet our
senses. The night and part OF the next
day are spent in passing through the mats
of Carolina and the pine groves OF the
Turpentine State. Then we find ourselves
upon the sacred soil of the Old Dominion.
The mind reverts to the past; we gaze
upon the tomb, as it were, of the Southern
Confederacy, whose pale ghost we imagine
must ever hover near the scenes OF
its former struggles, hopes and
fears. We stop at Petersburg, ana rev
Mr.. Kerr, recently of Savannah, comes on
board, looking bright and hearty, 10 greet
some Savannah friends in passing Our
iron steed rushes on, and anon we pass IN
full view of a neat farmhouse, winch is
pointed out as the place where the mar
tyr-soul of StoneWaI Jackson took its
flight from the mangled body. 80 peace
full is the aspect of the place now, tnat IL
is difficult to realize it as the scene OF that
sad tragedy and its dread surroundings.
With what indescribable feelings do we
soon after pause in mid-alr, upon IOIty
bridge, and gaze down upon richmond,
living in the glow of sunset, with its shady
ctr re hun
tufe of peace and prosperity, yet,
not many years ago, the seat OF
those mighty thrOes OF warfare
which convulsed the nation. We
speed on, and presently the broad Poto-
mac smiles beneath our view, ana again
the spell of the mOurnful past is upon US.
But the blue waters glide on as tranquil
ly as though their banks had never echoed
| to the tread of hostile armies, or their cur
rent redeemed with the blood of brave
men. Now we pass near the battle-ground
of Fredericksburg, and in few more
| hours Virginia's hallowed ground and
sad memories are left behind, and we ar
rive at Washington. We change cars,
| finding seats with difficulty, as the tide of
| travel swells toward the great metrOpo-
| lis. The tedious hours of the night pass,
and with early morning we roll INTO
! the depot at Jersey City. Transferring
! our checks and responsibility to pO-
! lite baggage agent we are soon enjoying
the fresh breeZes of the Hudson, as
ferry boat bears us across to New York.
! Some of the party remain to enjoy the
sights of the great city. Others press on
to the Grand Central Depot, where we
! find that the train we want will not leave
! for several hours. The tedium of wait
ing is beguiled by the variety OF sights
and sounds, as the tide of humanity
surges and Gibbs continually through the
great waiting room. The inclsiVe accents
of the North, the softer tones of the South,
the Irish brOgue, the cultural German,
the VivaciOus French, fall by turns upon
the ear, while the eye rests uponsthe rich
satin, lace and plumes Of travel
ing shOddyism, the well appointed,
but unobtrusive dress of the lady, and the
cheap vet Haunting garb of poverty with
out refinement. But our train is ready,
and we are soon speeding towards Pitts
field, Massachusetts, where quite num-
Der of Savannhians are now summerlng.
The writer sojourns in one of the charm
ing towns that lie around Pittsield, nest
ling among the famous Berkshire hills.
These hills, green and velvety in the fore
ground, melting backward into purple
and blue, form vast amphitheatre, en-
circling the beautiful mosaic Of the grain
fields, alternating with verdant meadows,
with here and there the blue
CLEAN OF lake. Inc ar is an elixir
which the grateful lungs drink in to their
utmost powers of expansion. One feels
as if he had never really breathed before.
Add to this air pure water, creamy milk,
luscious berries and New England home
made bread, and you have medicines
with which no drug store can compete.
Nevertheless, one sees even here the poor,
hOllow-cheeked consumptive, and remem-
bers that the dear Southland has her re-
sources also, which it behOOves the in
valid of the North to seek If he would find
health and prolonged life. NJ.