Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-24
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THROUGH LOCK NO. 8.

THROUGH LOCK NO. s.
A strong Whit of petroleum warns the
boats company that Dunkard's creek, with
her oil tanks is to windward and just above
this the James G. Blaine takes her dip
into Lock No. 8. From this on up to the
end of the new pool the sycamores that
grew low on the borders of the natural chan
mel lift high their skeleton arms as if be-
seeching the encroaching waters that are
sapping their lives. Now comes Point
Marion and here flows in the ice cold
Cheat, keeping her inky current distinct for
rods alter it enters the broad Monongahela.
The stanch little steamer has now crossed
the track of the last line ferry and every
body on board is on the lookout for Morgan"
town. As the distance lessons the tall build
lngs of the University of West Virginia
stand boldly out on the bluff ahead and
there nestled snugly among the hills is the
comfortable dignified old town with the red
dome of the venerable Court House, sur
mounted bv colossal statue OF Patrick
Henry. rising above her hospitable roofs.
While standing between the University and
the lower town is the old Wallace House,
famous even in ante-bellum days, for Its
good cheer.
Most Pittsburgers, and the world at large,
are ignorant OF the wild and picturesque
beauty of this region and of the vast extent
of territory to be viewed from the mountains
hereabout. From the turret of rocks on the
summit of Dorsey's Knob, five miles from
Morgantown, there is a complete cyeloramlc
view, extending from this point between 30
and so miles in unbroken circle. AT this
height it is like standing on pinnacle under
a blue dome gazing around little world.
Or take the prospect from Cheat Noun
tain or Cheat View, as the natives call 1t,
IA miles from the town, and you may look
into the corners of three States OF the
Union, while at your feet the treacherous
Cheat threads her deceitful way
THROUGH DEEP GoRGEs,
whose sheer sides are clothed in living
green from their dizzy tops to the Waters
edge. On the other road there is to be seen
a curious white sandstone ledge, nearly 100
feet high and honeycombed at the top
called Raven Rock, and less than mile
from it a perpendicular staircase OF piled
rocks as tall as the forest trees that grow IN
the ravine below. Midway down this
natural ladder there is a small chamber
known as Indian Cave, where, it is said,
Indians used to conceal themselves, in the
early days of the settlement, watching for
an opportunity to burn and massacre.
In this, then wilderness, the pioneers suf-
fered the same horrors and privations that
of later years have been the portion OF
emigrants to the far west. The old bury
ing ground near here is filled with the bones
of the Morgans, the Leisures, the Dorseys
and a score of other families of
brave men and women who had
the courage to face the perils of
a frontier life. "Their name, their years
spelt by the unlettered Muse" are carved
upon their crumbling tombstones, but their
deeds of heroism and self-sacrifce in defense
of their homes and little ones are recorded
only in heaven. They have left to their
descendants the beautiful inheritance of an
Unborn courtesy, and the spirit of oId-time
hospitality. This was manifested in re-
markable manner during the late war, when
friend and foe united to feed the starving
raiders who had run off their horses and
cattle.
The autumn is too far advanced to visit
the great cave II miles away or to camp near
the rocky bed OF Sulphur Spring. In TACT
there is no time just now to do anything
more than to scamper to the boat in obedi.
ence to her summons of departure.
S. LATIMER.