The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1896-08-08
DIR. T.. W. CUI,Lf,
W rites an Interesting Letter From New
York City for the Sentinel Readers.

New YORK CITY, July 2S, 1896.
Editor Sentinel:-Being "home folks,'
I will drop in on you this morning
without formal Invitations. If become
monotonous you know what to do.
Perhaps more congcnial party of
seven never left our classic little city,
on pleasure and business bent, than
that of the 9Th inst, composed of Mr..
W. NJ. DuBard, Mrs. Birdie Moore,
Miss Venie Turner, Mr.. p. D. Hol-
combe, Dr.. S. D. G. Scruggs and
daughter, Miss Dora, and your present
scribe. Unbrokcn friendships of a
lifetime, filling "memorys galleries"
with the most pleasing pictures, gave
an earnest of that generous and helpful
concern exercised by each for the ad-
vancement of the pleasure Of this good
ly company.
Leaving Grenada at 80 a. m, we
sped rapidly and most comfortably over
| this branch of the |. e. Road to Mem
phis in time for breakfast.
Near the depot at Memphis we had
our first and only mishap in this jour-
ney. Our train run into and derailed a
switch engine, breaking the shaft OF its
driving wheels and steam chest, and
damaging our own engine to such an
extent that it could not proceed. We
walked to an electric car, boarded it,
and soon found ourselves opposite
Court Square. We made ourselves
comfortable at the CASTOR hotel. Let
me say, Mr.. Editor, that here we found
decidedly the best entertainment and
the most courteous bearing between
Grenada and New York. I have always
been favorably impressed with Mem
phis. 1t was my first western home in
boyhood days, in 80, Virginia is my
nativity. 1t is Il progressive and ag-
gressive city. May she continue to
reach out her arms to the four points
of the compass and enlarge her bor-
ders.
In the evening we bade Il reluctant
adieu to the good CASTOR, and at 9.13
D. m. we boarded the Memphis g.
Charleston train, via Chattanooga,
Knoxville, Bristol and Roanoke, to
Washington.
The depot at Memphis, for the Mem
phis & Charleston road, is not Il thing
of beauty, but a standing disgrace to SO
fine a road. Daylight found US at
Decatur, Ala, the dim outlines of the
Tennessee river just visible in the
gray OF the early morning. was not
much impressed with the country from
there to Chattanooga. At this place
we had u miserable breakfast at the
depot, for a good round sum. AS the
train moved out we got distant but
fairly good view of the battle field OF
Missionary Ridge.
As we went east and northeast the
country gradually improved, the ele-
vation growing until we were 1900 or
1000 feet a above sea level. Corn, wheat,
oats, barley, clover and grasses were
the principle crops, with here and
there some nicely titled truck farms.
Here some as bewitching scenery as
I ever bcheld came to view. From
about 10 o'clock a. M, all along this
line to Pulaski, Va, where niglt shut
OF the view, it was Il succession OF
shifting but increasing beauty.
What a miugling Of majesty and
beauty was here. The Blue Ridge
Mountains on our right, at varying
distances, seemed to keep guard over
this bewildering display Of Natures
handiwork. Mimic cascades OF laugh
ing rivulets, bold torrents, placid riv-
ers, picturesque hills, with intervening
valleys, graceful curves. inimitable
angles and graded knolls and terraces,
modelled in unapproachable expression
by the great architects OF this wonder
full world of ours.
EARLY morning found US in the great
Shenandoah Valley, and close to Har-
per's Ferry. What l saw OF this
Valley is justly entitled to all the
encomiums passed upon IL, as is also
the country east to Washington.
The town of Harper's Ferry is only
notable as an historic point, and its
wild commingling of mountain and
river scenery, the town proper Is
insignificant.
We got into Washington for break
fast, and paid handsomely for red tape
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