The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1895-11-08
WHOLE NO. 1910

tapestries, soft carpets, glisten.
ing mirrors, dressing rooms and
d lining arrangements. The
bell rings, aud the train
glides away-out of the city.
across the historic Potomac and
on past beautiful Arlington.
where sleeps many OF our Ma
tons greatest heroes. Through
the old plantations OF Virginia,
the travelling palaces follow the
putting iron horse. AT Manassas
some veteran Confederate soldier
is reminded of the great Civil
War and tells a story OF the ter.
rible battle, Culpeper is passed
aud then comes Charlottesville
where the famous University OF
Virginia was so nearly destroyed
by fire only a few days beforel
1t is likewise an historic spot and
this tide of conversation drifts 10
Monticello aud the sage whose
pen drafted the Declaration OF
Independence. We little think
of the passing hours until some
one looks from the car window
aud exclaims. what a beautiful
river" All! Let everybody look.
u is the picturesque James. The
story Of Captain John Smith aud
the tender hearted Pocahontas is
again related and q memory OF
picture in some old time school
history carries one back TO sweet,
careless childhood.
The Southern Railway follows
close the base of the great APP.
palachian chaia of Mountains
and for many miles can be seen
the vast forests. now adorned in
the radiant habiliments OF Autum
thepines green, The others red
brown and golden
ON the one side, We see the
majestic peaks oftheAlleehanies
while = view from orr car Mn.
dow on the East presents a rolf
ing landscape that extends to
meet the great Atlantic Ocean.
Adieu, dear old mother vir-
ginia. We are crossing North
Carolina. At first we fail 10
notice any change in the appear.
ance of the country, and not until
We look out over the cotton fields
do we begin to realize that we
are flying through Dixie. Sails.
bury, the famous prison city is
reached and a wreck ahead of us
causes a delay of nearly three
hours. The editors are glad to
get breathing spell on terra
.frmu, and soon they have eoaxed
about the train crowd of Caro-.
lima negroes whose songs and
dances furnish amusement for
everybody.
The moon has risen above the
old plantations ofSouth Carolina
and some members of the party
are sleepipg-perhaps dreaming
of the poets song of the pal.
metto and the Pine, but others
are making the smoking room
resound with song and laughter.
We are no longer in South Carroll
ma, but have penetrated far into
Georgia. The train stops and
the conductor announces "Suwa-
nee." No one gets of, but the
song changes from Dixie" 10
way down upon de Suwanee
Ribber" aud every body joins the
chorus. Daylight dawns. ever.
body is up and many are count
ing the minutes until the train
reaches Atlanta the metropolis
of the South. Itls not long un.
til a cry of surprise and delight
announces that something has
occurred; voices exclaiming The
exposition . "Theexposition y
tells what is up, and sure enough
the train is passing right along
by the BIG FAIR. We are not
disappointed. The scene that
meets the eye is one of splendor
gorgeous panorama such as
has never before been excelled in
America except by the Worlds
Fair in '9S. Space Will not per-
nit a description of the many
buildings or.exhibits in this arti-
Gle. The landscape effect is that
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