The Washington times., 1894-05-27

noticed they very promptly found place Of
! deposit, and just as promptly found lunch
in the inviting cafe ut hand. Parting with
tho "prince," our handsome agent, as We
were taken up by the Iron Mountain road,
wns our first great sorrow here, but we were
comforted by being placed in the hands of
Mr.. Lewis by Mr.. McCann-a man who stood
by US through thick and thin (of dust, we
lnean), aiding us in every way in his line OF
duty
We watched the camp fires OF tho Coxey
army on the opposite shore as we rapidly
rolled along the west bank OF the great river.
There seems to us a pitiful side to this
commonweal ingathering. When the pulse
of the bread winning masses begins to throb
in ieye-ish heat we know such are the symp-
toms of serious unrest in other countries, yet
we have faith in our free American institu-
tlons, If our lawmakers will let well enough
alone. without making upheavals that disturb
/ this confidence. These campers and marchers
are, in part, thinking and reading men. who
know the results by the means, and do know
the workshops are closed, the mills grind slow.
| the forge burns low the mines are closed, and
their children cry for bread.
Our South bound way is toward the land Of
bullfrogs and turtles. The 'Arkansaw Trav-
eler' with his fiddle was nowhere to be seen.
but we could readily imagine where his field
OF work and play may possibly lay-the long.
low verandahs about the quaint hotels or
inns. The country tavern in Arkansas is in
complete without the picture Of the story
teller and fiddler sitting on the long bench at
the doorway, the vines half concealing the
| outlook OF frog pond and tamaracks. We
wondered II he ever had the chills. or did he
tune his viol and bid them flee with the bull
frogs. We would try leg or two Of the
frogs on toast. Being sung to sleep by their
duicet notes, we forgot about the tamarack
gum, for the confidence of Major Lewis Is
such that we know he would have the train
stopped to secure the tree, gum and all, II the
ladies said So
The scenery about tho Iron mountain. from
which the road takes its name, was passed in
the night, and only peak of dark line on the
midnight horizon rewarded US for wakeful
hours of watching and craning Of neck TO
squint from pigeon-holes OF our cradle home.
The next day at noon, as We neared Little
Rock, ex-Congressman Eagle and his charm
ing wife joined US. Mrs. Eagle in her duties
on the board Of lady managers ut the Worlds
Fair at Chicago had made friends, some of
whom she found in our party; and the Eagle
pair had right OF way on the Damarara into
their capital city, where to our utter aston
ishment) neat little surprise awaited US.
The beautiful town lays back from the station
with its fine capitol and other public build
ings. AMI as we few back TO the cars,
after our halt hore. loaded with roses and
calla lilies of such size and beauty as we had
never seen before, we concluded the old saw
held good here also: Railroads never show
up the best of country or town through
which they pass" for the ''old Rose State is
rightly entitled to its name, and its hospital
itv, from the "Arkansaw traveller" to the
present day. is proverbial.
We leave our readers to delve in frontier
literature of antebellum days in Arkansas
while we review and interview the cowboys,
long-horns, and Texas ranches, with the hot
beds of Yuma valley. the Elysian fields for
invalids, and the orange groves OF southern
California for our next. E. D. s.