The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-10-25

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and started on our way, and when
about half way up the mountain we
ran into washout which threw our
engines fatrof their backs; the next
moment dash for the windows, and
out went our passengers. But, fortu-
nately, no one was hurt, and we were
soon on the move again, for we were
soldiers and nothing could stay pro-
gress. Another mile put us on top,
and to our great surprise, on looking
at the watch, we found it to be eleven
o'clock. Seeing that it was impossi-
BILE for us all to stay together that
night, "Bail," with little J. D., were
left to take care of the good women,
while Walter and Claude went back to
the foot of the mountain to assist
Reid in protecting the local freight,
for in it was our rations, bedding and
mule feed. Tired and wornout with
our hard days ride, with the moon
beams quivering through the white
pine, and under the song Of whip
poor-will, we were soon in the land OF
dreams.
The next morning, as the sun was
showing himself in the East, we start
ed at the foot of the mountain to gain
our friends at the top, and by nine
clock we had succeeded. Of course,
after night Of separation, family re-
union was celebrated when we were once
more together. Our little rough ex-
perience only served to make us more
ccnfding in each others fidelity, for
surely every one did their duty in the
hour Of trouble. After an hour S
drive we came to the home Of Mr.. Will
Heinchal, whose gocd wife gave us the
use of her stove, and now for the first
time since leaving home, We sat around
the table enjying an old-fashioned,
homemade breakfast Of coffee, biscuit
and streaked gravy. Feeling much
better after our nice meal. we were
anxious to be off for Sapphiree, our
next camping place. Our drive to
this place was very pleasant one in
deed, for it was the first road that we
had travelled that really looked like it
had been worked with Anderson Couu-
ty convicts. We had looked with
pleasant anticipation to our visit to
the much -talked-of little Sapphire,
and our imaginary picture was by no
means overdfawn. AS we crossed the
beautiful Horse Pasture river and
hove in sight Of the beautiful little
place our verdict was that we had new
er set eyes on a more lovely spot.
Surrounded by pretty mountains, the
grounds beautiied with shade trees,
flowers and grasses, with the squirrel
running on the fences and the birds
singing among the trees, such place,
it seems to US, a queen might envy.
It was just the place where the trav-
eler, in the midst Of the beauties Of
nature, with pure mountain air to
breathe, could rest his weary form.
We remained at this place until Sat-
urday, and of course we learned as
much as possible everything we could
concerning the places We visited while
here. Sapphire is owned by rich
| Northern concern known as the Toxa-
way Company. They own herein one
body fifty thousand acres Of land, and
on it they heve established Summer
resorts, out of which they are making
their thousands of dollars. Thus,
again, we see the shrewd Y Yankee, with
his big capital, coming into our beau
tiful Southland and investing it in a
way that we Southerners would never
have thought Of, and yet we marvel at
their great riches. We had the pleas
ure of visiting the old corundum mills
and mines here. The mining of the
corundum was carried on extensively
here for while, but the depreciation
of the value Of the product caused the
work to be abandoned. We also Wis
tied the Marshall Garden of the
Gods" so named fromits resemblance
to the real one so much talked Of, and
also from the old lady, Mrs. Marshall,
who owned it. We boys enjoyed a
night of sweet rest after our romp
around Sapphire, but we can say SO
much for the good women. We will
let Mrs. Duckworth give their night s
experience. Suffice to say, though,
there's some Aeas in the mountains.
Well, it was our aim to make Sap
phire our turning point, but the good
mountain people prevailed with us to
extend our trip as far as Toxaway, or
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