The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1902-06-24
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"By the river of Babylon, we sa
down; yea, We wept when we remem
bered Zion" Only short year ag
OF the whole valley of Leading creek
from Freed to Industry, like Selkirl
ON the island, | was scribbler o
soft nonsense--I was Monarch of al
| surveyed"
To 5 ay ! see it in my dreams
chow changed from what | knew it,
Freed aud all the upper valley is &
flower garden, Mayhowers, Bluebells
Pansys, Wild roses and Morning
glories, even dandylious, knowp by
their familiar name. per fume the
breeze, attract the Butterflies. and
neutralize the effect of Billy as dis
infectant. Verify, he and | have
lived out the days of our usefulness,
and now Those who carried us captive
require of us song. /, surely can
be no surprise, If we ask how we can
sing one of the songs Of Zion, in a
strangers land. Only short year
ago no animal but Felix, and no hu.
man critter but BILLY could navigate
the inaccessible cliffs, interminal
forests, iterlocked brush, brambles
and greenbriers, and the internal
barbed wire which compassed Buds
later patch. All this has changed
now.
Frank Trippett, the only super.
visor of roads, assisted by Providence
IN clearing the creek of timber, has
shaped the thorDughtares in such a
way that even our old grandmnthers,
plodding down the last octave of their
century can pedestre with out col
llslons, up-sets, or sticks in.the mud.
Save on Saturdays alter noon and
Sundays, when the bicycles are so
thick that all other modes of travel
have to he suspended lis sight,
inspiring wonder, to sit at the Ritch.
lie line avove Ben Dyes. or at the low,
gap at Industry or at the top of the
Goodnight hill, that divides the .road
precinct OF Battell Terrell from that
OF Frank Trippett. and see the boys
leading in their bicycles, sumo of
them having led for miles, to get in
for days spin on the boulevards,
second only to tn. Sc of Paris, created
by the industry and strict attention
to business of Frank the supervisor.
The widow Ramsy, John 0. Boice
and Bud Terrell are the only un.re
moved and un deiaced land marks
tina: greet the tear dimmed eyes of
Billy aud l as We jog along life's
weary way. Even Buds later patch
l. no more disceruable than the way
of serpent on a rock, and We can
sing NJ song but this Scenes Of NV
youth, We are passing away; hairs of
my head ye are frosted and gray"
When we reach the mouth of the
creek, the whole bottom seems To
have fallen out of the slop bucket.
Looking through the funnel of our
remembrance, where we once saw the
smiling faces of Oliver, Asa, Lon,
the Rev, JEFF, Tom, and last but not
least, Unclk Jack, we see only an
aching void this world can never fiji.
aud as ii adding insult tn injury, ON
the very piers built To the memory Of
Col. Ge"rge Maze and George Mon.
roe, sits an insnlent. narrow contract
ed, New York, yankee bridge, lo"k
ing down i'll .eeming contempt upon
the remains If the Virginia lare IF
it's kind in Calhoun county.
An, Billy! In pc rtnbarinn we
have Hmbulaled aud preambulat d
over This same ground when lts
achievement in comparison would
rub the point Of Bonaparte's great
feat of crossing the Alps Now its
as tobnggon on life's incline-a
start, a whiz, slowing up in the
broad level OF the Great Beyond, and
a blank looking tor those who are not
there.
Let us turn Billy-not exactly
from the error Of our way, but ever
the erring way the County Court ha,
providedfor eros sing the creek. Ii
that defective foundation sends us {,
death, surely our widows will bring
them to judgement. Billy, it's the
turn of our lives-a bursting Of the
emerald gates-the declivinus patti
leading up To the school house, look,
rs familiar as when the Gross" stood
on the sumit, aud TIE hume and farm
Of 6. w. Maze presents their OLD
time cozy and inviting appearance
and see away in The back ground
too far to hail, IL George The smok,
from his pipe raising abuve his silver