The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-05-09
OUR CATAWBA TRIP.

We beg to dissent: a worse late
than sitting on the uncushioned rocks
of Catawba, is riding ten long miles
on The slender iron railing which is
led around the seat of "Parry''
road cart. This we did. These carts
are not "built for two," and while we
started on even terms the first incline
in the road was in our direction. The
NEWS AND HERALD man uuconsciously
slipped along the inclined seat, and
forgot % to right hiuself. He would
not "tote fair" Hence his acme Of
things uncomfortable is the hard
Catawba rock. Ours is not-can we
be blamed? But much that is of pleas
ant recollection and tender memory to
us centres in the Fails. So when we
arrived at early morning on the 4th
inst. our eyes naturally wander to old
familiar scenes and places.
How lovely the old place is! How
fresh and invigorating! The deep
green foliage of the trees; the hills
around covered with grass and flow
ers, and as yet unscorched by sum-
mer's sun; the water splashing, foam
ing and roaring along-ail were more
fascinating at each glance. A perfect
picture of spring is, and since Shake
spere's the fad, we will be pardoned
for feeling that, "now is the winter OF
our discomfort, made glorions sum-
MEL" From contemplation Of this
lovely scene we turn to hunt ont old
and well known spots. The old spring
is still there, and lf-hidden as usual.
"Mermaid's poop' lives now only in
the memories Of those who were fond
of its delights. The hill above it looks
sombre, the rocks around are stern
and severe. What a tale they could
unfeld! The tenting ground seems
strange without Its tents and dinner
table. But we have no trouble IN
locating the place where we slept in
the sand-the sand-h!es and mosqul-
toes above, below, on, and around
about US. Some shady hooks where
sshe sighed" (if she didn'O are not
hard TO fud, but here the rush Of
memory is overpowering, and we turn
awav to think over and live over IN
mind the time when We ate so largely
of potatoes and corn-bread and had
such huge time of il for few days.
But an end to this, for we know a
few folks up here and must make 8
peasant day of it. The young ladies
are early all iu that ideal picaic dress
shirt waists and dark skirts. Te
some of these charming ones we are
not long in being introduced, and on
these rocks, which our older frleno
ansthemizes, we sit-and being IN
rloye" perhaps soon forget they are
not fowery, beds of ease" Utterly
obliYious to all around we sit and hang
upon the words of some brown eyed
little maiden, all eyes, all ears-and
all devotion. And the sold, old story"
for whose perpetual youth our married
friend 7ouches, we have seen around
MS all day long-perhaps felt ourselves
We susnect that not few trusted to
intuition-but who will undertake to
saw their ''story" was not told as well:
But here we are, in the midst OF
good-byes. Here lingering hand
shake, there the whispered promise of
"another day"-everyw here the pleas
ATTEST rccol!ec,iops of this and the
livel est antlcipatious of the next Falls
pics ic. We sleep souudlr that night,
dream sweetly enough perhaps, and
wake to the realization that another
pleasure is thing Of the past equalled
at some future time, maybe, but never
duplicated. Ever feel that Way-curl
Gus isn't il? L. l.
Milford, May s.
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