Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1884-06-28

WHICH we COulO see out not hear, OF
the ever moving throngs, when sud-
denly we are greeted with columbus,
Columbus, twenty minutes for dinner"
and the train halts amidst the deafen-
ing rattle of the irrepressble dinner
gong. We now gather around our
well>6lled basket of ham, chicken,
dried beef, light bread, tea cakes, sar-
dimes, and pickles, and ample justice is
done to the welcome repast. A look
out of the train upon the thronging
multitude, brief interchange of our
varied impressions, then the inevitable
"All aboard" and away we go to the
Eastward, the great city soon far be-
hind us.
And now as the evening comes on
apace, smooth fields and wide-stretch.
ing plains give place to rugged hills
and narrow valleys, as we hurry along
the winding stream, whose serpentine
course guides our way between the
vast ranges of increasing hills on either
side until our eyes fall in wondering
gaze upon some of natures grand dis
plays growing grander and still more
grand as we thunder on in our winding
course toward the upper Ohio, which
we now cross at the black and smoking
city of Steubenville, hiding away with
its belching furnaces amid the grand
hills that come down to the waters
edge, and which seem to stand out as
if in perpetual menace to their frown>
ing brothers across the river. And
here we are in the "pan handle" of
Virginia, as it was when in our school,
boy days this political wonder first i'm
pressed itself upon our youthful mind
as we poured over our daily task in
CornelPs Primary Geography. How
far away it seemed 1t was surely
Journey of months. But how the spell
is broken! Only yesterday morning
we rolled out of the depot at home,
and now the "pan handle" is behind
us, and we are rushing wildly along
amid the hills OF Western Pennsylva,
mia. On we go, and the frightening
shadows Of the great hills warn us that
night is approaching. Town after
town is passed as we move rapidly on
up the Ohio. Our eyes have grown
weary with constant gazing, and we
shut down the window and seek rest
in silent meditation, for we could not
sleep. Suddenly our train slackens its
pace, the bells are ringing wildly, and
a chorus of screaming whistles tells lis
we are approaching Pittsburg. The
darkness of night has gathered over us
only to reveal to us a scene of dazzling
beauty and splendor. We ride slowly
along above the house tops and gaze
down into the burning, blazing Threats
of the myriads of furnaces below us,
while just across the river, itself
blazing with the flashing lights of q
a thousand steamers floating quietly
upon its bosom as far as eye can reach,
the great city rises up in quiet, solemn
grandeur, amidst the splendors of in-
Vulnerable lights reflected from the
smooht waters of the Monongahela like
so many stars from a neither sky. AS
we move slowly over the great bridge,
the beautiful city of Allegheny blazes
out upon us in the distance from be-
yond the clear waters of the lovely
stream whose name it bears, Now we
are in the magnificent Union Depot,
then aboard the street cars, hurrying
through the crowded city, resplendent
on all sides with its electric lamps, its
Pickering gas jets, and every other
conceivable species of illumination.
Now we board the cars again, and soon
we are flying along the Baltimore and
Ohio road toward McKeesport. We
look in vain for woods and fields, and
farm houses, for the whole way is one
continuous city. "Braddock," cries
the brakeman, and we can scarcely be,
lieve we are moving on the very
ground made forever memorable by
, "Braddock'S defeat" a century and 9