Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1896-09-23
A LETTER FROM. NEAR
Lookout Mountain.
New ENGLAND CITY, GA,
Sent 10 1S96

Sepl. IL, 1910.
DEAR Mr.. EDITOR: We have
thought come time Of writing
something to the old paper we used
TO write to so often, but have put
it off to this moment,
When one sets out TO wander lie
some times forgets the scenes and
endearments of days that then lie
buried in the great chaotic past.
However, such oblivion is only
temporary, for some little incldenb
some little word, CT act will cause
ones past experiences again to be
renewed II his mind with q vivid
ness scarcely surpassed hy that of
their first inception.
To this day | remember the first
time | ever wrote to the ADVERT
SER and just what wrote. Along
in those days Rip Van Winkls
wrote occasionally, but after a
while Rip got married, and we
hardly ever heard from him more.
Well, I believe he wrote once after
that and told of Mrs. Van Winkle
aud little Rip being gone off while
he did all the cooking. We used
to enjoy Rips pieces, and we de-
plored the day when he took unto
himself wife, for we knew that
would be likely to put an end to
bis writing, and so it did. Sem
phronicus and Pedagogue are wri-
ters of later date. While it has
never been our privilege to know
either of the authors except
through their works, yet we appre-
clate them as fellow countrymen,
and we regretted very much to
hear that "Pedagogue" had been
defeated for Superintendent of
Education in Saluda county, for
we believe he would have done his
duty.
We never see anything in the
paper any more from Mr.. R. j.
Fuller on the subject Of education.
He used to give US some excellent
thoughts on that subject. We
would be glad to see something
from all the old correspondents oc-
casionally.
We are located at present up
here in the extreme north western
corner of Georgia, almost in sight
of both Tennessee and Alabama.
Looking to the rising sun, one be-
holds Lookout Mountain in all her
beauty. 1t is said that there dwells
in their enchanted realm the muses.,
ready to inspire any one who
wishes to sing of his country's
grandeur or praise his land of
birth. know not how true this
story is. Ionly give it as it has
been told to me. Yonder in the
west lies a blue ridge known as
Sand Mountain. Here roam the
buck and the hind wild Oh the
great bosom of nature, and as win
ter approaches multitudes of sharp
shooting hunters may be seen wend-
ing their way up the mountain
side laughing, talking, AMI contem-
plating the exciting chase. When
they have reached the summit of
the mounta II the leader who has a
large pack of hounds, and who
knows what routes the deer gener-
ally take, stations his meu all
along the line in the best places
for killing and proceeds with his
dogs into the copse to arouse the
deer. After awhile the Trembling
pickctmen hear the howl of the
dogs that are in close pursuit o.
the deer that is running at almost
tightening speed. Cnl onll they
come. Crash crash!! is heard by
the picket men as the deer jumps
through brush and trees. ;'ba next
moment the deer is seen, rifles are
leveled, and-bangl bang! rolls
away the echoes of exploding pow
der while the deer goes on, as it
were, on the wings of the morning
Then comes on the leader expect
ing to find the deer almost ready
for a mornings repast, but TO his
great astonishment he finds the
deer is in unknown parts. He then
gets off his horse to bewail The sad
misfortune. Going TO whore tt Q
first picket man was stationed he
begins to investigate az to how far
the deer ran from that point. If he
finds the track of the deer 1car by,
he begins to lament, saying: Oh!
Oh! Oh! My God! My God See
how close this deer ran here. What
q nissl What a miss! He thon
The other points, and,
if ne lilds that the deer went i'll
distance of them all, he
sets out for home vowing that he