The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-09-09
a MOUNTAIN TRIP.
From Danbury to Moore's Knob-A
Thunder Storm in the Mountains.
For the Sentinel.

For the Sentinel.
Breakfast is over. 6. Who's for the
mountains % &C Where is the lunch :"
q Is there enough?" says some serious
and cautions individuals, There is tor
sew eral minutes confusion like
the Babel confusion for there the
confusion arose from dissimularity of
speech-here the EXPLANATIONS and
talk was not only alike and similar,
but pretty much on the same key.
The party is off party Of eight,
composed exactly OF four young men
and four young ladies, sans guide, sans
chaperon, sans everything, save youth,
beauty, good spirits, and plenty of
dinner.
Out on the Piedmont road, in an
atmosphere that makes the blood tin
| gle in the veins-so delightful, SO in
MIGRATING is this pure mountain air
the eye sparkles and grows brighter
as 1t greets the surrounding leveliness,
the heart beats time to silent harmony
of earth, air and sky.
The Piedmont Springs is passed and
stop is only made to take supply of
its waters, and then Indifferent to
mountain roads we took our way up
the highest point in the Sauratown
range-Moor' Knob. After passing
the Chamberlain mansion we began
our ascension, and for four miles, rug
ged and rocky, we mount higher and
higher till we have gained an eleva-
ion of $500 feet above the level of
the sea, and here in very diminutive
plateau in the mountain side covered
with chestnut and oak, we left our con-
veyances, and our lunch and proceed
the rest of our journey on foot-some
three hundred feet-to the top of the
knob And here as we stood on the
summit Of the highest rock, a glorious
. panorama is open to our view, in one
direction the country is wild, rugged
and uncultivated. TO the south pict-
uresque farm houses dote the landscape
forming charming picture of rural
simplicity and prosperity-but eds
lance lends enchantment''
To the north the knob is almost
perpendicular, from the base of which
there is plain, extending to the river
(the DAM which wends its serpentine
course to the eastward occasional Civ
ing the sightseer glimpse of its shin
ing waters. From the river looking
towards the Virginia and Tennessee
line there is gradual elevation for
twenty miles, thus giving the whole
country northern exposure, then the
elevation becomes more abrupt, for
here you strike the Blue Ridge, which
in the distance, looks like some en-
chanted line. To the southwest along
the backbone Of the Sauratown range
stands natures grim and awful se,sti-
nel-the Pilot
After feastlng our eyes and drink
ing in the beauties of thescene,we begin
to descend to seek more substantial
fare, the plentious lunch our host had
prepared for us. We are down-in
natures lap ready toconfict.with hun
ger, which if the povender holds out,
will be speedily subdued, however,
there is plenty. But before we get
well into our work the muttered rumb
ling of distant thunder tells of the APP
preaching storm, and then as if by
magic, away below us, the clouds black
and threatening are swept down the
valley, formed by the mountain paral-
ell with the knob, and the wind strik-
ing the opposite mountain send them
towards the knob, and are at dinner
shown the pleasure of seeing the
clouds come creeping silently and
noiselessly through the trees and un-
dergrowth until we are enveloped in
the silent vapor. Then the meeting
OF the winds from the north are swept
away. Again and again is this re-
peated. In the meadows the rain has
been pouring in plains below finally
to our mournful and expressed dis
pleasure the clouds gather above us
and pour whole volumes of their heat
up store on our unappreciative
head. Our party watching with
pleasure mingled with awe the scenes
below, make for the covered convey
ances, where with four in buggy, we
wait! with patience the high pleasure
of the clouds.
About 4 p. M, the rain having
ceased, we began our return, with
moist rament but with spirits as high
and dry as at the start by congratulate
ing ourselves that we have had the
privilege of witnessing thunder
storm from the top OF a mountain.
G..
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