The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1911-06-01

Inc CdupUGllS dIS SOuluS, W w
O! ho!'' annie Laurie" "Just Be-
fore the Battle Mother" II Am
Thinking Most of You," "Her Bright
Smile Haunts Me STILL"
"'Tis years since last we met,
And we may not meet again,
1 have struggled to forget,
But the struggle was in vain;
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will,
In the midnight on the seas.
Her bright smile haunts me STILL"
loft in the Silly Night" "Oh
Don't You Remember Sweet Alice
Ben Bolt.'
These are the songs that came
from the heart, and I could mention
many more. They breathe of the
spirit of home and our native land
and they should find welcome place
in every home and school throughout
our broad land, and do away with
the present jingle that has no sense
or song"
In Augusta l met with Mr.. Winton
Walker and Mr.. Henry Walker, from
Baldoc, and was in their company as
far as Atlanta, but here our routes
diverged and did not meet them
again which I greatly regretted.
So often have I passed over this
part of the country that the scenery
is quite familiar to me, but there is
one that I never lose interest in.
Looking up, there stands the silent
sentinel, Stone Mountain, that guards
the pass to the gate city, only few
miles from Atlanta. It does not ap-
pear to be much of mountain when
first you see it, for you are travelling
on a high ridge, but as you go down
and descend into the valley 1t seems
to rise higher and higher and broad
ems and as you pass close by you can
see it on a much larger scale in all
it's grandeur.
We were detained several hours
in Atlanta and night coming on
spread it's dark mantle on us and
yelled the beautiful landscape from
our sight: But let your imagin-
alton reach out and picture the
scenery as your fancy may suggest,
and your ideal I dare say will not
surpass the natural beauty and pic
tured scenery of this charming coun-
try. All night we bumped and tug
ged along-no sleep, no one could
sleep, for all bedlam was turned
loose, for Dixie ruled and reigned
supreme with rebel yells, shouts and
songs and martial music that made
the welkin ring with joy and glad
ness, for. we were rushing on where
we knew a hearty welcome awaited
us. During the night we had ira
versed what. remained of Georgia
and the entire State of Alabama, and
when day was breaking we were faI
into Mississippi, for some one hal
loaed Jupla and then Holly Springs
and then I knew we must be passing
through Mississippi and would soon
be in Tennessee and Memphis
Here the conductor said 20 minutes
for lunch. I and my road companion
rushed out to get hot cup OF cof-
fee, for our heads were bursting and
nothing else could so fully satisfy
our wants. But what was OUR great
surprise when we got back to where
we had left our long train of II
cars. It had shifted and we were left
high and dry, sans culotte, sans grip
sans baggage, and in a foreign port
But we did not worry long ere the
old ponderous mogul came coughing
along, for it too had drawn off tc
take a drink or to be groomed fol
another run. No sooner placed anc
we regained our former seats.
What sight now bursts upon ou1
vision. We are on the long, tall
bridge that spans the great Missis'
sippi river. See that great flood o1
water as it sweeps below and spreads
before us spontaneous and irresist'
ible. I could not refrain from Civ
ing vent to my feelings. Oh! Father
of Waters you are bringing your
waters from Itasca's crystal springs
or from the great northern lakes OF
from the far off Rocky mountains
but where on Gods green eartt
sweeps stream along whose margin