Telegram-herald., 1890-07-31

uADN'r ENERGY ENOUGH TO MOVE
mans wrist, are cut and piled into cord
wood. Long piles OF this wood run over
the little clay hills. In other clear
ings, where naples. hickory, ash, beach
and poplar abound, charcoal burners arc
at work They pile the sticks up like
palisades in a fortifcation until they
rescmbl great inverted pans These
are covered with earth. Ventilation IS
secured, and they are set on fire from
below. The smothered fire consumes
tho hydrogen and turns the wood into
charcoal.
A garden patch with whitewashed
board fence flies by. You catch a
glimpse of little white cottage gleam-
ing in the shrubbery beyond. Every
thing seems small-the houses, pine
trees, streams, corn, pickaninnies and
even the telegraph poles.
Tumble-down cabins are passed with
wenches grouped at the doors. Then a
big, square yellow building with a
pointed roof bearing the sign, POST
Office" sweeps by, for the train is NOV
ing at the rate of forty miles an hour.
1t is followed by small building with
a conservatory about four feet square in
one corner. After the conservatory
come two buildings painted white and
yellow. The fronts are yellow and tho
sides white, with mud chimneys out
side. Near these buildings stands a
sign that looks as though it had been
brought down from the Harlem river.
1t reads thus: "These lots for sale. In
quire of G. w. Dover" 1t is undoubt-
edly city-on paper. No other house
is in sight, and there are no signs Of
streets or of cross streets. Again pines
and hemlocks stream past tho train.
They are followed by new board fence
surrounding a small house standing on
an open knoll. A sign near by informs
you that this is "Ardwick Heights" A
field of cucumber vines, dotted with
sight Ardwicl, Heights.
AS you approach Washington, how
ever, the land grows moro fertile. Tho
corn is higher and looks richer and
the trees are greener. The houses and
cabins are whittier and the landscape is
brighter. The valley OF the Upper
Potomac opens and you catch your first
glimpse of Washington. The great
dome of the Capitol and the alabaster
needle known as the Washington monu-
ment appear above the low ridge in tho
southwest. The tall white shaft stands
to the right of the Capitol. 1t moves
slowly TO the left until 1t is In line
with the dome. Then 1t passes still
further to tho left and is lost as tho
train makes curve and begins to
skirt tho east branch of the Potomac.
Crows are feeding upon the banks Of
the shallow stream and blackbirGs arc
darting over its lily-padS The water is
muddy and repulsive. As you cross an
arm of tho branch the Congressional
cemetery looms up on the right Its
marble monuments glisten beneath the
oaks and naples that shade it a sol
itsry buzzard is soaring above It
In an instant all IS darkness. You arc
dashing through another tunnel Five
minutes of rumbling and the train
again emerges into the hot sunlight /;
dashes past the many nayy-yards, past
sidinrs covered with freight cars, pas;
lumber-yards and great piles Of sewer
pipe and thing and by long lines Of
negro tenements. Then you reach the
Government reservation The Agri-
cultural building is seen IN the dis
tance. The Smithsonian Institute. tho
National and Medical museums and tho
building occupied by The Fish Com
mission come in sight A moment later
ard you arc in the depot.
Washington" shouts tho porter
Pass ont by tho front door of the car.
A lor- walk between tho trains made
I'D and ready % start Tor the Worth and
south, aal y9u eater the waiting-reo
where the twentieth President % the
United States was shot The SPOT where
he fell is marked by brass star IN ths
Hlirr. A marble tablet in the wal
above tells the story O; tie assassina
tion.
You PAS into the street II IS oulvs
sfen t. Pennsgi vanla avenue. Tier
Washington - indeed before you. Ths
CspitoI ICONS Hp half rofle On TIE riga
and fhe WasAineton monument On II,
1rft atoutthe sar8 distance auav T..
Pcrsio1. the Patcnt, tie P0st-Oflce
TIE STATE. War ani Navr. ara = seo~.
q other fsuoas straetares arc bofor,
you- Sd exeltin- a4nhfstioa- al 20
snbsect II ~ondo~nent sna al irv5fin,
at-cntson- Nol feel Ike a Frooeh 49,
uho has crossed tha sahars a-8 reache.
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