Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1898-04-22
ACROSS the CONTINENT.
Written by Misses Spspo

take their Hight, never presented il
self so forcibly to our minds as il
did March 29th when we babe fond
and effectionate farewell to our true
and loyal friends and all the asso-
Citations connected with the land of
our birth. We feel as if the sun
would never shine as brightly as it
shone in "Old Virginia" nor any
hearts be as true as those we left
behind us.
As the past of drowning man
rises up before him, so a panorama
OF Qua past happy life rises up before
US, and these are some of the things
which are on the picture. Far
back IN the hills Of old Va, we see
as in dream, the peaceful little val.
ley OF our old home. Far over the
mountains the sun is RISING like
king in all his glory, and the day is
breaking. The goddess Aurora has
sprinkled with rosy light the dewy
morn. and the moon and stars have
disappeared at her coming. The
quiet slumber Of the valley Is bro
Ken each person is rising to go forth
to his daily labor. We hear the
horses friendly neigh, the low of
COW, and from off some distant hill
comes the bleat of little lamb. lost
from It's mother. How wildly we
remember every familiar spot. The
little old school house on the brow
of the hill, aud the cool shady brook
just below it. Then on down the
shady winding road we see our dear
old home. How solemn the old
house looks, aud with what reproach
1t seems to say, Forever would |
have protected you when the storms
came and the piercing winds shrek
ed around my gables; then should
you have found refuge under nv
roof; but alas ! you have chosen to
desert ne and wander far away. so
am left in the hands of strangers.
Never again shall see your faces
and hear your laughter. Never more
will you gather around the hearth.
stone and talk over the events of the
day We see all the happy homes;
the little Post Office; the people
standing around waiting for the
m ALL and presently we see the good
old Post Master handing it out.
Then through the vista of trees.
looking east, We sea the dear old
church, and on the slope above it,
"The sileLt city Of the dead" and
the grand old trees, standing like
sentlnels, and spreading their giant
limbs far out as if TO protect from
harm and danger what ever should
seek refuge under them. As the
wind passes through their branches
they sing mournful melody, re.
QUEEN to the dead buried near by |
Shall we ever meet again the kind
friends we left in old Burke's Garden,
speak to them of the happy long
ago, aud kneel with them around
the alter OF God? Who shall ans
weif mo man knoweth what a
Day may bring forth" Perhaps our
eyes have rested for the last time on
he old home; perhaps every setting
of the sun shall fird US not nearer.
out farther away. We know not
what God hath ordained.
Our journey from Burke's Garden
20 Tazewetl was devoid of incident.
md was very pleasant despite the
ain. We stopped at Mrs. Harri
IONS to bid our aged friend Aunt
'eggy Vail, good by. We were
oined at the station by Mr.. Shaw
'ers family from Clear Fork. The
passenger train was late, so we were
'rustled'' off on the local in order to
make connection with the west bound
rain at Bluefeld. The inexorable
'peed of the train made US realize
hat we had really and truly started
West.
After going some distance we
earned To our sorrow and dismay,
hat part of our lunch had been
cit be hind. At Graham the oblig
lcket agent telegraphed for it to be
Mt on next train and our suspense
vas some what relieved when it ar.
we'd about half an hour before our
RAIN was due lmmegine our joy(7)
you can, when we found that some