Mexico weekly ledger., 1888-11-22
GREAT POTOMAC FAILS.
Graphic Description of u Neon
light Excursion in Maryland.

Correspondence to the Ledger.
WASHINGTON, d. C., Nov, l6.-
We started from town about $50,
4 merry party ofsixteen, in n four
horse bus, Our pranelng steeds
We're gayly ornamented and driven
by n skilltul member of our party
who cracked the whip and away we
went for Il drive If nine miles, up
steep hills and down the other side
where the wheel-horses fairly lay
back on their launches.
The afternoon was as glorious rs
could well be conceived and We ar
rived at the hotel in good order and
stopped to refresh ourselves with n
glass of ginger ale, which, by tho
way, they are very fond ofin Mary
land.
OFF We went, crossing the river
on a crazy wooden bridge and stop
ping to note the curious fish slide.
A short walk through the woods
brought us to the falls and now
came the tug Of war, a irightiui
climb ont to the falls. The gentle
men made themselves quite useful
and SOMEBODY remarked. apropos
of nothing, that the scenery was
grand. One poor girl required
six men to accomplish her trans
portation. We, by our agility,
won for ourselves the title of
Western dears.
While We ere lunehing, the
mosquitoes came and did likewise,
and one young man, who had been
whipping the river for bass and
had thereby gained a complexion
vieing with the crimson sunset
tints, presented n ridiculous ap-
pearance. A huge gallinipper had
made a fatal mistake and taken a
bite from his forehead, thereby
producing a good-sized horn and
suggesting to us the place was fire.
quented by descendants of his Sa-
tanic Majesty. Poor Mosquito !!
We gathered him up and buried
him there, and put over his
grave this inscription: "Delirium
Tremens."
With a sigh for the beauties we
were leaving, we wendell our way
back to the little hotel with our
four in hand. I had the pleasure
and honor of occupying the seat on
the outside with the driver and
saw, with eyes not wide enough to
drink in all the weird loneliness,
the full moon coming up, a golden
ball, beyond the hills, and peeping
coquetishly at us through the trees.
We went four miles out Of our
way to see the great Cabin Johns
Bridge, the largest single stone
span in the world, and it is indeed
remarkable. Someone told of a
friend unwise enough to ride over
on a bicycle, and we shuddered as
we looked into the black dark
ness below, and waxed confidential
over the horror of going down.
One girl grew quite faint till reas-
sured by her devoted. cavalier that
she should not fall from the dizzy
height-he would hold her back
with his strong arm if necessary.
The bridge was built by Uncle
Sam and the water supply of our
capital passes through. 1t is only
seven miles from Washington and
quite a famous drive.
Once we stopped at a darkey
camp ground as they were sing
ing one of their wild melodies.
With all ofthose earnest, upturned,
black faces, the Pickering torches,
the FASHIONED preacher and the
dark shadow of the woods, it would
have made. the fortune of an artist
able to correctly transfer it to can
vas. We heard part of the SER
mon and at the close the preacher
said: "Brudder Jones, please
pass de hat and when we gifts dat
two dolla's de shoutin will be pre-
sumed." A WESTERN GIRL.