The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1898-08-11
SCENES IN THE ALLEGHANIES.

Conclusion of Paper Inspired by Visit
to Garrett County.
Recently the Cumberland hide
pendent has been publishing con-
tinued article from the facile pen of
Mr.. Jacob Brown, of Cumberland,
who is well and favorably known by
all -she citizens of this county, either
personally or through his writings for
The REPUBLICAN. The conclusion
of the article in question dealing with
our county alone, is reproduced be-
low and forms very entertaining
reading:
After leaving Red Ridge we passed
up and over Meadow Mountain; the
hunters resort in years past for large
game, until the historic Little Mead
ows are reached. The beauties of
this favored spot did not escape the
eye of Washington in his military
and civil campaigns. Here he halted
and rested different times. All his
biographies as well as Bancroft, men
ton Little Meadows, but not one of
them record the fact that he built a
small stockade fort here. Its side is
just beyond the Tomlinson grave
yard, and it is doubtful whether any
one can now designate the spot. This
is one of the most beautiful and
charming places in all the Alleghenies.
Meadow Mountain smiles upon it on
the east, and on the west are the fair
ly curved lines of Chestnut Ridge,
thus walling in a beautiful glade or
prairie in the form of an ampitheatre
OF several hundred acres with q stream
OF water almost unseen or heard,
traversing it from the west to the
east with its narrow in and outlets.
The speckled trout in times past could
be caught at will by hook and line
in the hands of the angler entirely
hidden from view in the deep native
grass.
In this basin, still mostly in sword,
are number of mineral springs vet
undeveloped, but no doubt containing
valuable medical properties. Indeed
in times past especially when Huddle-
son kept the hotel, it was quite re-
sort for the invalid as well as the
pleasure seeker, but when the rail
roads spanned the Alleghenies on
neither side its gay seasons were end
ed. This magnificent estate is now
owned by David Kukendall, of the
Second National Bank, Cumberland,
and it has lately been greatly I'M
proved and beautified with a view to
practical utility. 1t has an area of
over 1900 acres of cultivated and for
est lands.
While this enjoyable halt lasted
we fondly looked upon the dome of a
familiar hill northward that pointed
directly to home, sweet home,n two
miles away. just half century ago
it was left for an untried professional
life. Many are the events of this
now spent chapter of time.
From this ''voiceful spot we turn
ed to the left southwark upon an
average country road. One mile
brought us to the Boucher mansion,
with its many acres Of beautiful low
land and mountain lands. Israel
Boucher and Phineas G. are the pro-
prietors. A comfortable new house,
about one-fourth of mile from the
old, was nearing the finishing strokes
Wish to note that this was the home
of George Bruce, greatly respected
in early times sheriff, register of wills,
legislator, with many other Offices in
old Allegany. Died in Frostburg in
1858. All his family have passed
away, except Elizabeth Dickinson, of
Cumberland, the only daughter. Eff
ty-four years ago she became the
wife of Sheriff Norman Bruce at the
very place the mind is now dwelling
upon. The Bruce home was then an
attractive place for the gay young
folk.
From the last mentioned spot we
passed on upon the same highway to
"Hunters Art" about two miles, the
place of our destination, where for so
many years, short seasons of vacation
have been spent in satisfaction. The
place has lost none of it's former
charms. It's little prairie, hills, noun
tain footlets, meadows, cultivated
fields and primitive woods are all the
same; are the happy home Of Ross
Compton and family, our hospitable
entertainers. Hunters Art was
surveyed in the prolific year 1774, un-
touched by any other granted lands
and has remained intact from then
till now without any addition to it..
A singular instance of identity. Its
name comes from some exploit of a
hunter in those times. Tradition has
it a hundred years ago man by the
name of Mace from some of the lower
counties settled on this tract where
now few dim signs of log hut APP
pear, but the bowling of the wolves,
screams of the panthers and the
groans of the bears frightened him
| away to his Eastern home to be heard
of no more.
| But all these terrors have long since
disappeared. Even the beautiful
wild deer that used to come down
from the mountains to the "Roun d
Glade" to feed upon its delicious grass
and sip the clear water gliding by,
have not been seen for years past.
They too have disappeared before
the cruel hunter and his deadly rife
Small game is scarce here. A wild
turkey may be seen or heard of now
and then, a few pheasants and par.
tridges are to be seen. Birds below
the game standard still in existence
to some extent. The cherry trees
I 4, 90 al,