The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-07-23

Special Corr0pOndsHet Ofts IRealgsnHr,
SALT SULPHUR SPRINds, W, VAr July
9O.-The three famous ante'bellium re-
sorts to which the southrons am with
their carrlagssaud rOtinuoi o%lsorvants to
spend the summer, in mixing mint iu'
lips and sulphur water aud INDUCING in
these pleasures indigenous to the old
regime, wore tho White Sulphur, tho
Salt Sulphur aud the Blue Sulphur, all
Of which are now within the confines Of
old vlrgInla's daughter, The Old Blue
is a mals Of ruinI. Woods aud briars
grow on it,iNwn and cattle drink out Of
its marble fountains. It's glory has de-
parted aud It stands a ruined monu'
ment Of the past, Not go with the
White and the Salt, They are the
same as ever, except tho guests come
from all parts Of tho country
A great many people object to tho
drive from tho railway to the Salt.
Just why anyone should ~ object is
strange. 1t is tho most picturesque
thirteen miles In the mountains. The
road 10 a splendid ons and any kind Of
conveyance desired can be procured.
What is more InVigorating; what Is
moro beautiful; what really makes man
feel his smnitneas as much as grand and
sublime scenery; and what makes one
feel that sentiment which makes good
citizens, good soldiers, good men, more
50 than the feeling inspired by the Ru'
thor OF "Home Sweet Homer" Show
mo the man who cares for the rights Of
good CitiZenship-Who will shoulder a
musket in defence Of q boarding
houIe aud l will guarantee him a job
with a museum a tho greatest wonder
Of tho modern world. All along the
drive from Ford Spring to the Salt are
homes. cosy homer in the finest setting
on earth. The tields are that rolling,
billoWv, undulating kind that Is found
only in q blue grass section. On each
side stretch fields OF the gresnest grass,
fields Of waving green gray oats,
the old gold wheat field, the sub.
dued browns and grays Of the fall
lows, whils here and there are wood
land groves OF magnificent forest trees
beneath which tho lazy mild eyed cat.
tie reiti IN that peace which only true
contentment brings TO even mankind.
Old England herJelf eau furnish few
such scenes OF pastoral beauty. In the
distance riss the foot hills OF the Ale.
ghanies, with their varying greens,
while hero and there perched upon
their very summits can he seen farm
houses that look like martin boxes with
emerald backgrounds. Further on to
the south, as far as tho eye can see,
runs PolerS mountain in ono unbrokcn
stretch Of misty blue, while the peaks
Of the Alleghanies rise here aud there
above its summilt like sentinels in gray
whose heads are lost in the blend Of the
sky. Further south the eyS can barely
discern the outlines OF Briar Knob, the
sentinel that keeps watch over Droop
mountain, where over thirty years ago
the Blue and the Grsy met in one Of
the bloodiest little battles in the his.
tory Of the state. The scars OF the can.
non balls and the grape shot unon the
old oaks are deeper now than tho
left upon the minds 81 the survivors.
But / digreis. What wanted to say wa
that the drive from Fort Spring would
almost reYivaiy a mummy. II there be-
q man whose soul 10 80 dead TO its
beauty, he is worse than ShakeIpeareI
muglclesA man,