The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1891-11-04

A Tourists Kaleidoscope OF the Trip to
and from the Great Cavern.


P.Erlyersburg sentinel.
Aller day and night in Cincin.
nati, in which limited time every
thing in the Queen city was taken
min true offhaud, comprehensive,
bohemian fashion, the W. va. edi-
tofial party left, at an early hour,
FHday. Oct. 18th, for n trip down
tic louisville and Nashville rail
road and a visit to the Kentucky
wonder Mammoth Cave.
There were perhaps thirty in the
party among whom the writer was
happily fortunate in being number
ed. That terrestrial deputy of
of providence who has charge of
atmospheric conditions had been
ycr3 ki'i1 Such pleasant weather,
such comfortable cars, such a merry
partyl 1t is no wonder one settled
oneself in the velvet upholstery of
the L. & Ms palatial coaches for a
a very happy time. Not one of the
party but did do this, and not one
of tho party is disappointed. Out
side the far famed blue grass scenery
looks its best in the color and Iumi-
nance of October weather. A few
miles out from Covington Latonia
is passed-that race track that is
said to be the most beautiful in the
world, and that, without even the
book makers and jockeys is Il point
Of interest, because of the symmetry
and beauty of its architecture, and
the natural loveliness of its environ
ments.
Hours pass on fieeling wings; it
is noon late afternoon, and all the
while we travel farther and farther
south. Overhead a dazzling blue
sky smiles from every direction on
fields of tender sward, but summer
old, that stretch far and away to
low, wooded hills where tiny cot
tages nestle in idyllic fashion among
the trees. There seems TO be no
feature of Kentucky landscape ex-
traordinary, but it is all picturesque
and pleasing. Nearing the southern
city that is the States metropolis,
scenes of pastoral simplicity are re-
placed by rural magnificence. Man
orial houses, with pillared entrances
and spacious grounds, recall the
homestead of the Old South, where
novclists of ante bcllum days were
fond of placing heroines, always
young and beautiful as they are
beautiful and accomplished now.
The massive pillars that support
the iron gate, the winding drive
that sweeps past the stone steps OF
the mansion, the spreading chestnut
trees on either side, the rose garden
and the low balcony that overlooks
it-they are all there, and they are
all familiar to the readers of novels
of that day. We almost catch the
scent of the roses-the sigh of the
last rose of summer, for the romant-
icism and magnifcence of an unfor-
gotten past. And as the evening
deepens we can almost see, as the
train flies past, the drawing rooms
that open into each other with fold.
ing doors, aud the mirror lined
walls that once reflected so much
beauty and chivalry. They must
be there, as we'll as the secret stair
way that bafiied the pillaging pill
grims of olden times.
A stop of ten minutes at Louis
vile, and ride of eighty-five miles
directly south west brings us to
Glasgow Junction, where we con-
meet with tie railroad that trans
fers us TO the cave. Here we must
wait awhile. The train is late. 1t
is beautiful night. The air is
inspiring, intoxicating-at least we
are absolutely certain there is moth
ing else intoxicating in the party.
The West Virginia editor "thinls it
meet to put an antic disposition on, 4"
and, nice as he is when he is digni-
fed, nothing becomes his dignity
like its leaving off, If you had
seen himl Dancing, singing, speech
making, burlesquing ventriloquism
but he was delightful, and it was
with regret we saw the hilarious
party break up in a mad rush for
the train.
We completely filled the small
coach; but an progressing sense of
the beauty of the night forced many
out on the platform. The road winds
for ten miles among the hills and
across a broad table land to the
bluffs of Green river. The soil
seems comparatively sterile, and the
farms few and poorly cultivated.