The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-05-07

Again .he crumbled halls snail rise'
Io, as on Evans bank we stand,
The past returns-the present mes.
CADyow CASTLE.
In history there must be many gaps
resulting from contradictions or Silence
among the chronicles consulted, which
have been bridged over by inference:
fairly drawn from established events
and thus the current of narrative has
been made smoothly continuous. sc
it's in biography;-and remarkably sc
in the life and adventures Of the iiTs'
white msn that ever stalked through
the virgin woodlands Of the Dutch
Fork. I have gathered many truthful
records which, strewed along his career
like stones in hoggy path, enable me
to step from one to- another without
mishap, and thus to present nara
tive not only highly romantic, ou'
probably very slightly deviating from
the true account.
7 think, then, that I may safely be-
gin the story Of this adventurer, oy
stating that be was born in Wuertem-
burg, among the Odenwald Mountains
It will be seen, further on, that the TO-
mantle admiration Of the beautiful ard
the novel, so certainly manifested 10y
him in bis developed manhood, had its
origin in the charming scenery that
surrounded the cottage in which he
was born. The first outdoor objects
that met his infant gaze were the beau
tiful mountains with their activities
SO gradual that their sides, more than
half way up towards their tops were
cultivated in narrow, alternating red,
yellow and green strips Of various pro-
ducticns, presenting appearances not
unlike Scottish Highlanders, whom he
long sitter saw, with their plaids
wrapped around them. I can fancy
this pioneer visitor of the Dutch Fork
strolling forth in bis boyhood among
the valleys of the Odenwaids, follow
ing the nurmuring brooks invisible
under the luXuriant grass overlapping
and concealing their channels; and l
can admire the eager attention he gives
to the old peasants telling him of st.
Huber.'s chase-St. Hubert who, with
his pack of dogs, often passes through
the air over the mountain tops,
.The hunter and the deer shade
inpressing his young imagination with
this old legendary superstition by re-
counting how often they had heard this
aeria, chase of the weird monk. Then,
no doubt, the boy would sometimes
stand after dark before his cottage door,
listening to the fight Of a flock of storks
seeking their roost, (the true explana-
ton of st. Hubert's chase), and believe
that he heard the phantom monk with
his dogs in full try through the air.
He has grown to manhood. He has
become e stalwsrt peasant, laboring IN
the meadows. From time to time he
has walked Eostheastward along the
Bersstrasse-the great thoroughfare
designating the sharp line that divides
the Odenwald Mountains on the right
hand from the vast valley OF the Rhine
on the left. On this great highway
did he often look northwestward, be-
yond the Teufelstein IN Rhine-Bavarla,
far away into France, and wonder at
the wide-stretching Donnersberg, dim
" defined like misty cloud against
the evening sky; or turning his eye dl-
rectlv northward have his gaze arrest
ed by the conical form of the Melioo-
Gus. forty miles away, and hard by the
city of Darmstadt. Then, some Sab
bath evening, after spending the morn
ing in strict devotion at his church,
follow him to Ziegelhaussen on the
Neckar, where be dances like a demon,
and falls in love with a dozen rosy
checked, fat-armed maidens whose
shadows cast upon wall would meas
ure eight feet across by dint ofthe null
tiplicity Of undergarments.
But Germany was in distress. The
wave after wave Of war, that had for
centuries been sweeping over the coun-
trv to satisfy the whims Of potentates,
left little security for life, property, or
bearthstone. Vast numbers of people
were forced to become soldiers, who,
during wars hired themselves to alnbi-
tious princes, and in peace were divided
into robber- bands who chose their cap
tains, and committed depredations
upon the unprotected peasants. \ ru-
NOR had reached the Odenwald region
that many German%had fled from this
lawlessness to the new countries across
the great waters. My hero was not
long making up his mind. He would
90 and establish a home in these far-ott
lands. Now, he has left his native
valley, and there he goes, working his
way on timber=raft down the Neckar:
He enters the Rhine at Mannheim; and,
after toiling Gay and night fora month,
he reaches Rotterdam. His offer is ac-
cepted, to work his passage to America
on Dutch gailiott freishted with Hol-
land gin. Forty days is be on the At
lantic Ocean, tossed and sea-sick; and
he arrives in New York. There, he
finds compatriots who tell him that in
q country further South, called Penn
sylvania, he can ind large colonies OF
Germans. Thither he goes. What
strange appearances meet his gaze!
What vast forests! What strange look:
ing people iuhabiting them! He meets
with the indians. He becomes fasci-
waited with their habits their eOGu-