The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-09-02

after you leave the car is a narrow iron
bridge, painted yellow, that leads TO the
other side of rushing little stream that
comes leaping down from the mountains
and empties into the Potomac river lust
below. This bridge is lighted by hundreds
of electric lamps, and the summer houses
and Palm Garden and hotel also showed
many lights, someo OF them blue, red and
green. When we had crossed the hRfdge
we saw the same people one always sees
at such places, and there was a. band
in a fancy band stand, who took off their
white duck coasts and played in their
shirt sleeves, with suspenders showing
to the passers-by for all the world like
the band at a Dutch picnic. The hotel
at first puzzled me, to be sure, it was
SO very unlike anything had ever seen
before. 1t was built very much like an
ocean steamer with decks and all and
was light yellow In color, with great
many white and red lights twinkling in
the darkness that gave it the glamour
Of fairyland. 1t is an Immense building,
and the people thronged its steps and
wandered and loitered over its decks
Clean black walters moved in and out
with ice cream or beer or soda water
From its top story or deck 1 could see
the moonlight glinting on the river
through the tops of the trees A great
many gaunt young faces met me at every
turn, and they all looked happy, for they
were feeling the cool air that comes down
from the mountains with the river, and
had quite forgotten the heat and noise
and swell Of the city. Young girls, who
looked as though they had spent the best
part of their lives behind a shop counter
or office desk, looked cool and sweet in
pink dresses and white shoes. They were
seemingly as happy and contented as the
rest, and their gay dresses and bonnets
and the shadows of night were good
enough to conceal the deep set eyes and
pale cheeks as they leaned back comfort
ably and slipped beer and listened to the
music. That is what this huge cafe, with
It's spacious decks and its thousands OF
lights, is doing for these people; bringing
new vitality to their worn out bodies and
gladness to their hearts
A little way beyond the hotel was an
overhead railroad that was run very
much after the plan of toboggan slide
That is, you went down one hill and
then up another not quite so steep or so
long, and If the man in charge did not
put on the brakes, you would keep on
going, first up one hill and then down
another, until the road fell to pieces,
which I should judge would be in about
ten days. 1t makes great rumble, that
can be heard a long way off, and farmers
driving home to their farms In Mary
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terest for an hour at the time.
At Cabin John is the longest single span
bridge in the world. 1t is a wonder in
engineering, and was built before the
Civil war and when, Jefferson Davis was
secretary of war. 1t Is one huge stone
arch that reaches from one side to the
other of a deep gully, through which
winds a foaming little mountain stream,
and is almost as long as the bridge across
the MiSgiSSiDni river at Fort SnQllinr
When you walk out upon it and stand
in the middle, 1t is like being on a stone
quarry, so solid and firm does it seem.
Heavy wagons passing over it do not
cause 1t to tremble or sway in the least
When you stand here In the middle and
look at the tree tops far below and at
either end almost lost in the dark, you