The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-07-15
IN THE MOUNTAINS OF
NORTH CAROLINA.

beautiful OCcncry, L Inc FdTInS
Roads That are Good and
Some That are Bad His
toric Places.
A trip from High Point to Mt
Airy or thereabouts is interesting
from a road standpoint to say
nothing of the beauty of the hills
and mountains, because after you
leave this city on good roads and
travel on to Rural Hall on a fine
road bed then taper off to gulleys
hills, rocks and bad roads in general
one can really appreciate GOOD roads,
Saturday morning the editor with
his family, accompanied by Miss
Farriss KiIkman and Mrs. j. Thos
Herrin of Winston left for trip
near Mt. Airy in an automobile to
visit relatives-the family of Mr..
Ed. Dodson and Grandma Stamey.
The trip was made without acci-
dent and we arrived at our destina-
ton after a three hours and half
ride. Some of the hills, gulleys and
mud holes beyond King were a
caution and it took careful manip.
ulation at times to steer the car to
safety.
Our destination was close to the
Pilot which stands as a distinct
monument to that mountain. The
scenery thereabouts is pleasing to
the eye.
Saturday afternoon just before
sunset while standing on a high pin
nacle overlooking Aarat and Pilot
Mountain the beauty of the sur
rounding scenery unfolded itself like
one vast panoramic view to our
eyes. In the far distance could be
seen the Blue Ridge mountains -
closer by Chestnut Ridge and the
other small ranges of mountains
and hills. Here and there dotted
with white houses and placid lawns,
fields of green corn and waving grain.
surrounded by majestic trees and
sentineled by huge boulders as if
standing guard over the villages
nestled so quietly and o'fully in
the valleys below. Close by could
be discerned the farmer finishing
the last rows of corn for the day.
while the evening shadows began
to throw their cooling. circles over
the green carpeted meadows and
the growing crops; the cows were
vending their way to the usual
milking place, awaiting the white
aproned girl of the house with bucket
and pail, the tinkle of the COW bell
and the bark of the house dog, all
hetokened the welcome return OF
master and family and stock to
commingle as it were in atfectlonate
unison at the close of the day.
But just before the sun began its
descent behind the majestic noun
tains and while yet a few rays OF
light were thrown across the hills
and valleys and mist of rain be.
gan to fall below our feet, one OF
the finest rainbows we ever saw un-
folded it's heaven-born arch of har-
moDious celorings. tinted by the
brush of angelic artists, before our
delighted eyes and as we viewed its
wondrous beauty as it seemed to
come from out the eastern noun
tains and fasten itself to those on
our west, only to vanish when the
sun was almost gone from view, we
stood there in awe and reverence
among the clouds communing with
nature and loathe to leave such
scene of beauty for the valleys be
low.
On this mountain at the very top,
under a holly bush is buried Joe
Rose an eccentric old man who had
often visited the knob and sat Tor
hours watching the unfolding OF
natures handiwork and becoming so
much attached to the place asked
that he be buried there which wish
was granted. On this mountain
good wheat crop has just been har-
vested and a splendid tobacco crop
Is growing.
How they plow the soil is some
thing that only an experienced man
can tell you. Looks like horse and
man or OK and man would fall from
its sides in the attempt.
There are many pretty places and
old historic spots where we visited
The Dodson homei is we'll situated
but a mile or more upon the ridge,
at the old Dodson home, is a prettler
place. Here is where Joe Dodson,
the pioneer, began his career; first
as a gate keeper at a toll bridge,