The Washington times., 1903-10-18

is Jeff-Jack. And by the same token
shall the mare be christened Rosa
Dartle for her inconvenient curiosity.
of for Mitchellsl"
The town is falling away. Here broad
stretches of titled fields relieved at in
tervals by fresh-plowed spaces awaiting
the sewers hand or the prosaic and
iconoclastic machine drill. OF yonder
may be seen herds OF the cattle and
horses which are at once the pride and
the source of much of the wealth of the
community. Before US is a lillian
angle of 80 degrees at least--up which
we toll painfully, Jeff-Jack at last be-
ing put to it by dint of personal en-
deavor much like that applied to his
John March" prototype. But the brow
Of that hill is reached, and one of
Natures most glorious panoramas is
laid out before us in majesty and In
splendor.
Peaks of the Blue Ridge
Away off to the right rise the peaks of
the Blue Ridge against a faultless
autumn sky. the tops of the trees crown
cd by an aureole OF the rays of the de-
clining sun. The separate peaks looked
for all the world to my stimulated
imagination like regiments OF veterans
marching with steady tread toward that
group of knobs yonder to the left center,
upon the main one of which Early's but
ternuts and Sheridan's cavalrymen met
and FLASHED that day.
There, to the SOUTH" said the Artist
gently. "see that house7'' It was the
only one in the perspective. Broad and
colonnaded in the style that a house in
that locality could only be. IT sat be-
hind and as though guarded by a grove
of trees, one huge fellow standing of
to one side and alone-a sentry or
captain. The CLINT OF the sun was on
the white pillars of the porch; the roof
was mellow red; the sides presented
to our view were grayish black. stand
ing there as though defying paint and
brush to reproduce 1t with even a 1.-THE
Of its beauty.
That was Cedar Mountain hospital"
said the artist. interrupting but not
breaking my reverie.
Where the Soldiers Are.
Where are they now?'' I muse. hav-
ing in mind the soldiers who engaged in
that desperate fray. Some I can piacs.
had trod with reyerent steps about the
paths OF the National Cemetery at Gull
pepper. where a thousand known and
nearly as many unknown lie in charge
OF kindly keeper, whose one lament is
that the monuments erected there by the
various army corps participating in the
engagement had been erected in that
half of the cemetery wherein are in
TERED the known dead, each OF whom
has a monument. inscribed with his
name, while the unknown half is dotted
with stones marked by number and as
unknown. But when were laurel wreaths
laid upon the graves Of the unknown. or
bays given to him who has struggled
and lost?
But up and away We could spend a
month amid the inspirations of this
spot. and while the scenery 10 as en-
trancing as the air is invigorating, is
there no Venice after Rome7
Up hin and down, and away we go
along a road which has the remarkable
attribute of seeming all up hill going
and-mirabile dictu-aIl up hill return
ing
Mitchells the Elusive.
But where is MItchells, In search of
which we set out as the first step to
Rapidan en- route to Orange?
'Dess aroun' de road TO yo' lef'. boss"
answers an aged darby as he relns in