The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1897-06-19
OUR MOUNTAIN TRIP.
Up Little RIVER. Down the State line
to the Bald.
Heouard s. Goddard.

to the Bald.
1eouard s. Goddard.
The beauty of her mountains is de-
servedly the pride Of East Tennessee.
No one will begrudge her the salts
faction afforded blythe contemplation
of these grand and beautiful pillars OF
scenery. Dame Nature has certainly
made East Tennessee's face her for
tune.
1t is natural that these mountains
should attracted many admirers. From
the common day laborer to the weary
brain worker in his hot and stuffy
office in the town or city, there is rest
and health. For all classes the noun
tains are waiting and the wind IN the
the tall trees make music sweeter and
more alluring than that with which
the sirens charmed Ulysses.
1t was no wonder then, or strange
sight, to see five men in hack with a
good spply Of GRUB slowed away in
sacks making their way to the noun
tains on Tuesday, June 1st, 1897.
The party consisted of Jas. K.
Wilson, Thomas A. Parks, Mason
Bartlett, Johnnie Webb and the writer.
Mr.. Wilson was our guide, and a
better one never walked Smoky
Mountains, as he knows as much if
not more about the mountains than
any man in this section, he having
surveyed greater part of them. Mr..
Parks, or "Uncle Tommy" as we
called him officiated as cook and if
you want good eating when you go on
a trip and "Uncle Tommy" us along
you will be shure to get what you
want, for he is right at the stop of the
pot" when it comes to cooking. Our
principal wood d-chopper was Johnny
Webb, the youngest one in the crowd,
but about the strongest. He could
WELD an ak with the dexterity of an
old rail splitter and the hardest tree:
soon had to come tearing down under
- ne deep strokes Of lris'-well aimed an
When il, come to "totin" the wood
Mace Bartlett and the writer coulc
carry up small stick now and ther
one at time, but when we double
teamed we could "pack" in a fai
sized back log. The crowd was il
tor a genuine mountain trip, read,
to take what come and we certainl.
had one as the following account wil
show:
1t was a beautiful June day and W.
could not help thinking the poet
question, "What is so rare as Ga!
in June?" Our hack, went to the up
per end of Tuckleeohee Cove, a dis
tance Of twenty-five miles where "
turned it back and made the rest c
our journey on foot '"packing' ou
ssernb" and necessary cooking uteu
.sils on our backs, making load c
as or 80 lbs. to each man. AS w
drove along on either side of the roa'
magnificent wheat fields promised al
abundant harvest in week or more
We went into the mountains by wa
of the Little River Gap in the Chill
howees and entered Miller's Cove
Here we crossed Hesse Greek, whlc
the indians called "Half Moon" o.
account of it forming an almost com
plete half moon from its rise in tn
mountain which divides Tuckaleeche
from Cade's Cove, to where it emptie
anto Little River in Miller's Cove
From here our road lay along tn
river, which we crossed just afte
leaving Miller's Cove and then re
crossed just before entering Tucks
leechee, fifteen miles from MaryVille
Here we could see the grand ol
Smokes stretched out before Il:
Thunder Head reared his rugged hea
above his fellows little to the rigf
and in front, and the Blanket mout
tain with Meigs' mountaipp il front
it stood out to the lef x.zs, pm hel
we:could also see 'Roui---,gp' whic
is the dividing line between Bloun
and Sewer counties.
In going through Tuckaleechee on
of the things noticeable is the larg
number Of fine caurch buildings. tn
soil in this cove is fertile, and it
we'll titled; as result you see con
Portable homesand'a contented Pc
pie, all very well-to-do and they al
always ready to share with wear
stranger.
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