The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1893-07-27
AT 0'CAMP At"
Ten Days in North Caro-
lima Mountains.
A GAY PARTY OF YOUNG PEOPLE.
Frost, Fish and Mountain Tops,
Cooling Springs, Landscapes and
Rushing River,

If you would see picture of happiness
unadulterated, of life, than which none
could be more blissful, ask Charley
Freyer to show you some "Kodak Ketch-
ings' of. scenes about Scamp Att near
Murphy, Cherokee county, N. c. Such
was the name given to an ideal camp
where ovSr score of the brightest,
happiest people that ever came together,
spent ten days short while since.
Those who were of ''the merry party
during the entire stay -Mesdames-
i Cottingham and Malcolm, Misses Mabel
Glover, Elizabeth Cottingham, Hattie
Whitlock, Emma Warren, of Marietta,
Emma Lowry Howell, of Atlanta, Mary
Tgner, of Columbus, Annie Gibson,
Dallas, Texas, and Libbie Luttrell, of
Knoxville. The gentlemen, Messrs. Will
Hair, Max Dobbs, ohm Boston, Dewitt
Cole, Will Nesbitt, Charley Freyer, of
Marietta, Eugene Black and ohm Kim
ball, of Atlanta, and Lieutenant jay f.
Hoffer, U. S. A.
| This party on Wednesday, the twelfth
of July, started via the NJ. & N. G. r. r.,
for the mountains in search of frost, fish
and fun.
cannot positively assert that we actu-
ally found the first but if it was not old
Jack himself,s it was certainly a near
kinsman, that forced us under the blank
cts at night, pinched our cheeks in the
morning and changed the breath into
filmy gray clouds. OF the second we
had quite enough; though the fishermen
fof our party seemed to be especially
lucky in catching water dogs" Now
of the third-unless | should write a
book on the subject / could never give
even an outline. Fun was our companion
spirit. He came bounding down the
mountain sides. overwhelming camp and
campers with his mirth, he laughed joy
ously in the river, tu1hbling over the
rocks, his bruises only adding to his de-
light and causing the louder chuckle
he came with gurgle of delight in the
cool spring; tripped lightly across the
pages of the books, one read with "a
friend; peeped mischievously from be-
meath the lashes of ''my lady's'' eyes !;
danced to the music of the Manopan !;
and even where one tried to leave him
behind, and steal away to the land of
Nod, the relentless villain was there,
urging Gene to wake you up to say
good night or make a speech on 'Plu-
tocracy Democracy and AristOcracy'; or
johnnie" to go into dissertation on
the great value of the love he ''had eX-
tracted." | really don't see what the
fellow did for sleep, for he was never
away from Camp At for ten days.
Mr.. Malcolm spent three days within
the circle, and Louis Russell and Bolan
Glover, IT., paid us a visit on Sunday.
Frank Bradley was out to dine, Ct heard
the hotel charged him double price for
his supper that night, and we had
good many visitors from Murphy. Mr.
Quill Orme, OF Atlanta, joined the picnic
on the eighteenth and remained to the
end
The camp, consisting of four tents, two
for the ladies, one for the gentlemen and
one for the kitchen, was pitched in a
shady little dell, Immediately on the
South West bank of the Hiawassee, Just
above the entrance of the Valley River,
and one mile from Murphy. At the back
i the mountains rose precipitously one
hundred yards to the right the ''cool
spring" burst from the mountain side,
the water pure as snow and almost as
cold. Fifty yards to the left, Undine,
blessed little brook, came laughing down
\ the glade, and each morning with CUR
! giles and MARBLES, invited her sisters of
our party to her leafy home; when she
refreshed them with her caresses and
sent them back to make our hours glide
swiftly by. Beloved Camp Aty' Idyllic
spot! where during the midday hours
one sat meath spreading poplars, beaches
and sycamores and dreamed day dreams
while through the. leafy canopy the
mountain sprites whispered softly; or
skipping gaily from bough to bough,
awakened the slumbering West wind,
that was ever present to cool and soothe.
At night-when talking with your sweet
heart; or in silent meditation gazing up
ward at the starlit heavens; the Hiawas-
see, trembling, restless on its rocky bed
murmured to us the legends of the sur
rounding, sentry mountains, that through
the ages have kept watch over its trou-
| bled course; and again when stretched
on our mats, and our thoughts approach
ed that shadowy, borderland, twixt Sleep
ing and waking, the sympathetic river
ever mindful Of our moods, seemed talk
ing in its dreams telling us of its eddies
and quiet, placid stretches, where like
ourselves, it stopped to rest from the
constant struggle to gain the ocean of
the great beyond. Lovers leap, rising
precipitously over one hundred feet
above the bank of the river, was half
mile below the camp, and the view from
its summit was beautiful-the river curl
ing, bubbling, seething at your feet and
a peaceful valley landscape for score of
miles beyond. The most magnificent
spicture, however, was from the top of
Fain's mountain, where from an elevation
of three thousand feet, we looked in
every direction. over hundreds of blue
cones, that pushed their tops boldly up
into the clouds. The fogs of the night
piled in white masses in the mountain