Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-12-01
ASCENDING MT. MITCHELL.
From Wilgons's 70 the peak of Mitch

From Wilsons's to the peak of Mitch
ell it is seven and half miles; we
made it in five and a half hours. a
bride path was cut years ago, but il
has been entirely neglected. 1t Is bad
~ washed, it is stony. muddy, and
great trees have fallen across it which
wholly block the way for horses. At
these places long detours were neces-
sary, on steep hillsides and through
gullies, over trcacherous sink-holes in
the rocks. through quaggy places,
heaps of brush. and rotten logs. Those
who have ever attempted to got horses
over such ground will not wonder at
the slow progress we made. Before
we were halfway up the ascent. we
realized the folly of attempting it on
horseback; but then to 90 on seemed
as easy as to go back. The way also
was exceedingly steep in places. and
what with roots, and logs. and slip
perry rocks and stones. it was a des-
perate climb for the horses.
What magnificent forest! Oaks,
chestnnts, poplars. hemlocks. the Gu
cumbcr Ga species of magnolia, with
o pinkish, cucumber-like Gomez, and
all sorts of northern and southern
growths meeting here in splen.hd ar
ray. And this gigantic for5t, with
little diminution in size Of trees, con-
sinued two thirds of the Way up. We
marked rs we went on, the maple, the
black walnut, the buckeye, the hick-
Dry. the locust, and the guido pointed
out in one section the largest cherry
trees we had ever seen; splendid
trunks, each worth large sum if it
could be got to the market. After the
great trees were left behind, we en-
tered garden of white brches, and
then plateau of swamp, thick with
raspberry bushes, and finally the
ridges. densely crowded with the fune-
real black balsam.
Halfway up, Big Tom showed us
his fayorite. the biggest tree he knew.
1t was a poplar, or tulip. 1t stands
more like column than tree, rising
high into the air, with scarcely per-
ceptible taper, perhaps sixty, more
likely hundred, feet before it puts
out a limb. Its girth six feet from the
ground is thirty-two feet! think it
might be called Big Tom. 1t stood
here, of course, giant, when Colum-
bus sailed from Spain, and perhaps
some sentimental traveller will attach
the name of Columbus TO it.
In the woods there was not much
sign OF animal life, scarcely the note
of bird, but we noticed as we rode
along in the otherwise primeval ST.
lince loud and continuous humming
overhead, almost like the sound of the
min Ia nNft q
ming of bees! The upper branches
were alive with these industrious toll
crs, and Big Tom was always on the
alert to discover and mark bee-gum,
which he could visit afterwards. Hon
ey hunting is one of his occupations.
Collecting spruce gum is another, and
he was continually hacking off, with
his hatchet, knobs of the translucent
secretion. How rich and fragrant are
these forests! The rhododendron was
still in occasional bloom, and flowers
of brilliant hue cleaned here and
there.
The struggle was more severe as we
neared the summit and the footing
worse for the horses. Occasionally it
was safest to dismount and lead them
up S4lppCIJ dSCGnLS, Jul tulS WAS Also
dangerous, for it was difficult to keep
them from treading on our heels, in
their frantic tiounderings, in the steep,
wet, narrow, brier-grown path. At
one uncommonly pokerish place. where
the wet rock sloped into bog, the re
der of Jack thought it prudent to dis
mount, but Big Tom insisted that Jack
would make it, all right, only give
him his head. The rider gave him his
head, and the next minute Jack's four
heels were in the air, and he came
down on his side in a flash. The rider
fortunately extricated his leg without
losing it. Jack scrambled out with
broken shoe, and the two limped
along. 1t was wonder that tho hor-
ses' legs were not broken q dozen
times.
As we approached the top, Big Tom
pointed cut the direction, half mile
away, of small pond. little noun
tain tarn, overlooked by a ledge of
rock, where Professor Mitchell lost his
life. Big Tom was the guide who
found his body. That day as we sat
on the summit he gave in great detail
the story, the general outline of which
Is well known .--t harles Dudley War
sger sn September atlantic.