The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-01-31

relatives, two certain ladies, who sus-I
tanned q very interesting connecticut
with the doctor and myself, and one
OF whom had scarcely laid aside the
blnsheS of her bridal hour.
III A little beyonc this, i recognized
the former residence OF a beloved sis
ter. now living in distant 3tuthern
state. IT was the same steep hill as
cending TO the gate, the same grovei
around the house, as when she lived
there, and the same as when played
there in my 5boyhood. And 1t was the
first time I had seen 1t since ttiel
change OF owners. l then saw 1t from
the peaks Of, otter: but it touched a
thousand, lender cords; and j almost
wept when ! thought. that those, /
once there loved were far away, and
that the scenes OF my youthful days
could not return, '''
Il Myself ana companions had, some
time before. gotten on different rocks,
that we might not interrupt each
other in our contemp1ations., j could
mot refrain, however, from saying toI
one Of them, What little things we!
are! How Fictitious our ideas of
what Is extensive in territory and dis
lance. "A splendid estate was about
the. size i could step over; and l
could stand and look. at the very
house whence i used often to start
in days gone by, and follow with my
eye my, days journey 10 the spot
where, wearied and worn down, /
disanounted with the setting sun. Yet
! could look over what seemed so
great space, with single glance.
could also, look away down. the val,
ley Of Virginia, and, trace the coun-
try, and. in Imagination, the stage
coach. as 1t slowly wound its way,
day and night for; successive days,
to reach the termination of what Il
could throw my eyes over in mo-
ment- l was impressively reminded
OF the extreme littleness with which
these OF earth would all appear, when
the tie OF life. which binds us here,
Is broken, and we shall be able to
look back and down upon them from
another world. The scene end place
are we'll calculated to excite such
thoughts. =.
ut is said that John Randolph once
Spent the night on these elevated
rocks, attended by on one but his
servant; and that, when in the NOR
ming, he had witnessed the sun ris-
ing over the majestic scene, he turn
ed to his servant, having no other toll
whom he could express his thoughts,
and charged him, never from that
time to believe any one Who told him
there was no Cod
II confess, also. that my mind was
most forcibly carried to the judgment
day; and / could but call the atten-l
ton of my companion to what would,
probably, then be the sublime terror
of the scene we now beheld, when
the mountains We saw and stood up
on, should all be melted down like
wax; when the flames should be driv-
Ing over the immense expanse be-
fore us; when the heavens over us
should be passing away with great
noise; and when the air beneath and
around us should be filled with the
very inhabitants now dwelling and
busted in that world beneath u.s.
Since the above account was writ
ten, Lynchburg to the east, has grown
to city of $4,000 people. Roanoke
to the west, is a city of $1,000 people,
where there was not a village fifty
years ago., and each Of these cities
are in plain view, being twenty-five
miles from the peaks. The main line
OF the Norfolk and Western railroad.
is to be seen for miles and the long
trains OF coal look like toys at such
a distance. Near the read on the
south side OF the mountain is spring
that supplies Bedford City 9th wat
ler. Taewa.G' flows down the noun
tain parallel with the road for two
miles, before it is taken into pipes,
as the pressure was too great for the
pipes to bear II taken in at the
spring. 800 FL.
Soldiers living at Glarksburg have
told me about drinking from this
spring when on the Hunter raid.
We came down the mountain att
very SLOW speed as the nervous ones
in the auto Were fearful of going
down into the, gorge below which
would be like falling from a .Zeppe-
lin. Ne vi ~ -s,s 80 Z,
When we arrived back at sBuchan-
an, we made-a little trip of six miles
toward Roanoke to see the old home
stead OF Judge John j. Allen. who
married a daughter Of Judge John G.
Jackson, OF Clarksburg. From this
marriage three sons We're born. all
Of whom became judges in Virginia.
The father Of John j Allen was al
judge in the supreme court OF vir-
ginai.
The grandson OF John ]. Allen is
now prosecuting attorney of Battle
tourt county and in line for promotion
to the bench. This would make four
generations OF judges in one family
Judge Edwin S. Duncan, long al
Judge in the Harrison county dis
trict, was a native of Botietourt co,ln-
Ity and lived where Porter Maxwell
now lives. near Peel Tree.
We start l,omeward on the old
plank road that was the thoroughfae
frome Baltimore. Md, 10 Nashville.
Tenn, and. was lined with stages and
six horse teams eighty years ~ o
each team wearing bells that made
sweet music to the country boys.
II q team should stall and have
to be, pulled, out, the teamster lost
his bells 70 the man that pulled him
Il few miles on the road We met
the Misses .Sallies and Mary Gillian,
on horseback They are fine. euues-