The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-11
-.ov SAVANNAH TO MAcoN.

T.
ri. morning rolled away over the shining
'-i1 n the old Central, happily ensconced
rolstial private car, not exactly smil-
~ feeling very much as l could should
sliyhtesJ prOvOcatlon oner.
- dav is like a sandwich,-a meteoro-
~ candyich.-between a smile and
avn Of nature, although there was the
n-.1;ny assurance Of the weather bureau
1.-The ~. he smile would predominant later on.
lew moments of gentle gliding, like the
= hrzzqrd floating in the summer skies,
~ ,,o rasssd over Musgrove creek, Just a
a. az Of faces from the passenger depot. l
So know how this very little creek got
y, nsne and there is nothing particularly
- or poetic about either it or its
.sne. but there Is not another Musgrove
-, In all the world: or at least Atlanta
nI Macon haven't got one. But Atlanta
sn n.,i5 have one at the expense OF a million
ssVSsorernab should boast of hers too much.
Irbs.a GOV maiden is Atlanta any way.
T;f,esn minutes more and we rolled right
- the lao of beautiful little Pooler, one
- Savannah's youngest aud dearest
daughters. She sits to-day upon the level
S1son of mother earth with her fair face
sOo,oewhat besmattered with mud and rain.
- r,roh so that the bright smiles Of two of
herU
10 window as we passed, could not dry it
w Rut 1t does not rain every day in
pfnoler and there are many strong and
/ Id savannah hearts that dwell there.
80 has the Drawn aud muscle, and l guess
5or enthusiastic citizens Pool-her is why
sba crows so rapidly. 1 trust they will not
rant TO mob me for this.
On we sweep. over the low and level
country. now walled in through a tunnel of
tall saplings, shutting out the struggling
vsvsof the sun, that despite the clouds
steal out and smile upon the world; now
sEnrrying through an open, level plain. gray
with the withered heritage of winter, and
/ an unvarying monotOny TO he who is in-
| clined TO find fault with natures workings.
A soft whistles notes reach me back
whare | sit. We stop as gently as the
whiste's sound, and l look out upon Mel
drim She is more than a school girl even
now. within laid out streets and wide ave-
nues. and will no doubt soon want to be q
sister to Savannah instead of the cherished
child that she now is. But "Ah, mop the
visa old danes will whisper. mot vet, nv
child; not yet. There is many frill that
| is needed yet, and, besides, my dear. you
wear short skirts"
Here is one of the prettiest rustic parks
and flower gardens on the Central system
only one of the many evidences of the aes-
tbetic tastes of the management. Meldrim
has q large planing-mill almost completed,
and besides many other substantial i'm
provements, prospective and completed.
Sheis also the junction of the road that
4 leads out to the beautiful little towns of
ElIabel, Claxton, Belknap, Manassas, etc,
ID the land of pines and turpentine, and she
will play the part of elder sister TO them
magnihcently, know.
Long live and prosper the little city, and
may she prove herself full worthy Of her
sire and benefaotor.
On over the stretches of open country and
low lands, on the bosom of which repose
wide sheets Of crystal waters, in which, on
summer nights, the frolicsome frog croaks
his fill without hurt or hindrance. The soft
strands Of wiregrass, white with the gentle
touch Of our southland winter, lie folded
over the ground like a winding sheet of
snow.
Next comes little Eden, but truly there is
nothing in name, Not even is there here
tree that bears the forbidden fruit to re-
mind US Of the beautiful garden where our
Sabbath school teacher tells US all our sins
began. Our iron steed only halts
here long enough to slake his thirst, and
hurries on to spirit us by quiet little Mar
low, with her good people and her giant,
outrageous water oaks. that wear their
Aud here is Guyton; dear, lovely, darling
little Guyton-the Newport of Savannah,
and the dearest Of all OF fond mothers
dear daughters. How smoothly did we
glide into your gentle arms, little queen, to
rest moment there drinking In your
beauty, and glide away again. So many
and beautiful are the coZy little
cottages aud pretty houses, / lose
myself and find my head turning
from side to side like a mailman in my vain
endeavor to see them all. The sky is washed
OF us muddy clouds now, except here and
lnere Shrinking far back under the horizon
black mound or a soft white billowy sheet
uoa'lng across the blue dome above, and the
sun shines as bright as May dream. In
ruth believe It's said that Guytou has her
queen or the sun, who commands this aus
'eTe sovereign TO smile at her bidding.
IL Is not recorded the hearts that bewitchS
ing Guytons soft moonlight and gentle
summer Dreezes have linked together in
!oVe' Out many there must be, and each in
It's savannah home looks with loving kind
neSs upon TINS pretty little city among the
frees. With increased accommodations,
now many more there will be. and her stock
VI good wishes will grow with her material
advancement. Indeed she is whispering
now IN her sweet egotism, with an arch
slllie as she looks over her shoulder with a
SIsnu upward turn of the slender index
inuger, Savannah, l look down on thee, as
point 'O"-
10 on, fair little queen, with your wood
pros and wild roses. No true Savannah
noarI VIII ever wish you aught but the hap
~ leaAzatlon OF your sweetest dreams.
On we lily on our wings of iron, past
nLe"er understand they have never seen
ven so much as q bottle here, Egypt.
WV, wtaout the locust plague OF old; Oliver
mi'u Us pretty trees and white sands: Hal
fyOnuaIe with its pretty name; Cameron,
o. anu Ogeechee; sweet-sounding
SSseechee, Nesting upon the edge of the great
Ogeechee swamps, where. in the long ago.
d l.uy Ha indian brave did great deeds of
SGalIug bravery, and fear, too, sometimes
o oI1 mat were not so brave and commend
oIi7. now many love tales the patriarchal
o,u trees, gray with the fight of years,
6ro a,a tel OF young red warriors, bold and
Tta le and pretty, dark-skinned squaws
ca ,vI ssIIflnklng mien and dropping lashes,
could they but speak.
hocky Ford. Scarboro and sober. sub
p'unlal old Millen; Cushingville, only a
a aua'e, Where tne willy fisherman vacates
DIV. 0 az uSh and fish the long, hot August
n.y. n.y. through and catch a minnow for his
FN Us truly patience will be rewarded
nerS ~ we are at Rogers; with its beautiful
me- L ana wide lake, i'll the center of which
Gif.o uooles above the glass-like surface, a
Nov, LOU htaln sparkling in the sunlight that
had o lanes every field and meadow. the
briIl;agtu ,olspelled and gone. 1t is like 6
hpn3 diamond held by q mysterious
i IauG' Here lives Mai. w. o. Wadley. tht
.o Tet farmer of Georgia, if not of ali tht
toulu' IL ls O Ditv that ayarx, so,,+berr