The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1919-10-22
BY WALTER CREEP

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tell the readers of the Herald some
thing of the places visited and sights
seen during my trip through the
heart of, the old south. L am now
safely domiciled among the ripening
orange groves and sheltering live
oaks of southern Florida and feel
this desire to tell them, yelling up
and calling for action.
The route whicr 1 pursued il
coming to Florida this time is said
to be the most historic and scenic
in the south. Boarding the Dixie
Flyer" at Henderson we made a bee
line from there to Jacksonville,
touching every point of historic
interest in Tennessee and Georgia as
we'll as southern Kentucky. i.
frank to contestant indeed feel
certain glow of pride in confess
ing it-that the fairest farms and
richest meadows through which l
rode were in South Christian, Coun-
ty, Kentucky. Our neighbor common
wealth is broken, but it begins to
take on a historic appearance soon
after we cross over, for one of the
f'c"t places We iH3s"d was great
Confederate buryiI,y ground wnecp
soldiers who fell in the mighty
struggle lie buried. At Nashville
saw the old State Capital. sitt;n.' IN
queenly fashion on the heights over
lccbing the lordly Cumberland aud
the busy city of the central south.
Southwark we sped through mellow
ing farm lands until We halted at
Ike famous old battle-ground al MUIR
= -! 70, a"-r'' '"as fought Er'
day engagement: during the avail
years of civil str;r4.
The old Stone River bridge.
where the Confederates charged the
Federal lines with the bayonet or
that fateful morning, is still stand
ing; as is also the rock house where
the Federal signalmen hid ond
watched the approach of re-enfcrce-
ments while the victorious lines of
Confederates surged below, them,
sending messages of cheer to the
men in blue that caused them 10
stand firm ar, finally win the day
A great grave yard-that VOID is
more appropriate than cemetary-
with thousands of graves in winrows
just as the soldiers fell and were
dumped into hastily dug bitches. Is
the still reminder of thn terrible
cost of the battle.
After leaving Murfree3boro il was
not hard for me to realize that | was
in the fashioned soulIiand-tne
Dixieland of song ana story. The
sun seemed to smoulder in drcwsy
sky; the rolling meadow with here
and there an old plantation house
stretched away; and everywhere the
landscape was white with cotton
bursting in the boil The darkies
were scattered in groups, gather
ing the famous staple AMI their
merry laughs as they wlyec at me
passengers on the train mingled
with their songs as they lritted IN
the cool sweet evening air, IT
brought to my mind those word
PICTURES and romatic stories which
gather halo as the years go by.
those that pictured the carefree
DAYS in sunny south OF long ago,
when the cotton blossoms were
bursting and the magnolias were IN
bloom. When they gathered in the
cotton side by side"
LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.
Soon we came down into the val
lev of the winding Tennessee and
on into the foothills of the Piedmont
country. Here the landscape Is
gently rolling, green valleys thread
ing between vine-clad ridges, the
blue mountains ever trimming the
the distance like vigilant sentinels
of old watching over their charges
below the castle gates. Soon the
train was skirtlng the foot of some
of the larger hills of the lower APP
palachain chain, following the
course of the Tennessee, amidst
great bsulders and moss-covered
trees, where wild ferns and bending
boughs dropped their tears OF dew
and waterfalls tinkled in the wood
lands. Here an accident occurred
when the train hit an aged mount
aineer who was coming through the
cut-but this being a descriptive let
tier, we haven't time for incident
and | will tell of this at some later
| a.. Al .ha, hurot unap NV view