The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1909-11-11
MISS MARTINS TRIP.
Sees Mckinley Monument in Canton, and
Visits Soldiers camp near
Crestline.
Continued from last week.


ghenles. That IS another most
delightful summer resort. Nine
o'clock found us IN Johnstown,
which is noted on account of the
great flood. AS we we're nearing
the station, | hoistcd the sash
hoping to see a friend who is
training for the profession of
nursing at Memorial Hospital;
but was disappointed. A short
distance west of Johnstown we
passed through a small farming
district. At II o'clock we reach.
ed Plttsburg-the great iron city.
We did not leave Pittsburg un-
til 1890. In the meantime, we
had lunch at nearby restaurant
and sent few post cards to our
home friends. AS we were trav.
cling on mileage, we had to have
our trunks rechecked, and had
to buy an interchangeable mile
age book-one that would be good
to go through more than one
state. Our train was due in a
short time, and we were soon
speeding away along the banks of
the Ohio river.
From Plttsburg to Alliance, O.,
we found the land very hilly, and
the soil not very productive. AS
we went farther west we found
land in the highest state of cul.
tlvation, with as tine buildings as
one would wish to see. Two
twelve o'clock found US in the
beautiful city of Canton, which is
known to many as the home and
last resting place of Ex-Presl.
dent William Mckinley. On
leaving the station we could look
over to the right and get full view
of the Mckinley Monument. AS
we gaze at that magnificent mon.
ument with It's dome pointing
heavenward, a feeling of sadness
passes over US; for we are re
minded of the one in whose mem.
ory that monument was erected
and the sad fate he met. 1t also
Gales to memory the poem in
which Julia Ward Howe says,
"The air was filled with music, every
heart
Throbbed its thanksgiving for the
seasons wealth.
With splendors pied appeared the
magic mart
Whose arches gave their echoes for
for thy health.
Thy train made entrance on the bril-
liant scene
Like the fair galley of a victor
crowned;
While Nature smiled propitlous and
serene,
Thine and the Nations heart the
death blow found.
Dark grow the skies, the sounds of
Joy are hushed.
Reason can scarce attest the sudden
change;
When did the flower OF hope, so fully
flushed,
So swiftly fail, with portent sad and
strange?
Thine was the glory of successful rule,
Thine. in thy manly youth, the war
rior's wreath.
For what Of thy good service might
fool
Aim at thy breast, unarmed, the
stroke OF death?
The garlands hung on thy triumphal
way
Shall now be heaped thy mournful
bier above,
Yet with best conquests ends the noble
day,
Resigning life, but keeping faith
and love-
The next stop we made was
Wooster, which has a population
of more than 10000. 1t is the
seat of the University of Wooster
where a mum Der of teachers from
all parts of the country attend
the summer sessions. AT 4;l0
We were In Mansfield, another
beautiful city of the Buckeye
state. Here my friend who had
been travelng with me all day left
and / was all alone again. In
twenty minutes we reached Crest
line, and with eager ANXIOUS eyes
/ tried to catch sight of my broth
er Samuel, Alas! to my disap-
pointment he was not there. But
l was greeted with the charming
smile of a little Fulton County
girl by the name of Lillian Pott,