Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-08-23
CORRESPONDENCE
FROM AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.
Rest in the Mountains-En Route
Cumbcrland-E'rost
and Other Matters.
FEosrBuRG, Mp. August Q, 1884

my W youf Ieauers. DelOre IL Is IN
their hands your correspondent hopes
to be again at his home work. Sum-
mer vacations are largely a modern
invention, it may be necessary in
ventlon, because of our over-taxed
modern life. But certain it is that
the summer hegira has become well
nigh mania, in our cities especially,
and the country largely follows city
methods. At any rate, "B" has been
driven into the wilderness for few
days by the considerate kindness of
ever thoughtful friends, whose "You
must go away" becomes monotonous.
Our esteemed brother, Rev. G. H.
Slaybaugh, kindly serves the Mem
oral during the pastors absence.
Temporarily laid aside by disability,
Rev. s. occupies a responsible desk
in the Treasury department, and
cherishes the reasonable hope that he
may after awhile be able to return to
his heart-work in the pastorats.
Selah Merrill has given us in the
"East Of the Jordan" an exceedingly
interesting and sugges tive book, un-
covering the advanced civilization of
past centuries but the mountains of
Palestine are surpassed by the land
scape stretching all around us,
from the mossy SUBMITS among
which stands the interesting city, as
the people are pleased to call Frost
burg. The Frost Mansion, in which
| now write, with its cuisine and its
guests and its surroundings under the
thoughtful management of mine host,
Nathan S. Frost, is all that weary
worker needs for nourishing place,
with sound sleep and invigorating
rest. 1t meets all the demands of
people who leave home comforts.
Even summer cranks, and the people
who leave home to find comforts to
which they are strangers for ten or
eleven months in tho year, could
hardly grumble though the Grum-
bic family is very numerous, at home
or in summer retreats. En- route to
the mountains, stopped over trains
at Harper's Ferry, hoping to take by
hand my good friends, the Heiligs,
but the Dominic was at his country
church, and the family too far from
the station to reach it before the
whistle blew. Since the John Brown
''raid," Harper's Ferry, until that
time a government arsenal, has been
little else than a deserted village.
"John Browns Fort" in large letters
over little engine house, greets the
traveller on the passing train. John
Brown was executed under the laws
of Virginia, few miles above Harp
er's Ferry, but "his soul goes march
ing on," and the whole land is free.
We have a feeble church with few
people at the Ferry. Storer College
for the education of the colored peo-
pie stands upon the heights above the
village, and is doing a good work fol
Virginia and for her enfranchised
dusky children. When the fine
water power, running through the
town, shall again be utilized the his.
toric and romantic spot will again
be busy center. | hope it may be
soon.
For about hundred miles | en-
joyed the pleasure Of travelling with
our good friends, Rev. DIR. Charles
Martin and wife, of st Joseph, Mo-
The many friends of the Doctor will
be glad to know that he is full of Wig
or, and, with his helpful wife, is run
ming successfully a female seminary
in that growing western city. At the
same time the Doctor, true to his life
work, organized and housed a Luth-
eran congregation, which but for his
Jealous and well directed labor, had
not bsen. He speaks very highly of
our Western Secretary, brother
Barnitz and of his work-"the right
man in the right place"
Twenty-four hours were spent
pleasantly in Cumberland, my native
home, where brother Finkbiner is
encouraged in his pastorate. Ante
dating all the denominations, the
Lutheran church in that large inland
city should, in every respect lead the
sacramental hosts. But for causes
which | need not here state, the pas
| tor meets discouragements which