The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-07-28

TrlpS to Chimney ROCK and Caesars Head both within three hours from Brevard by motor car offered inspir- stion for & paragraph or so. The former strangely resembles a grea. chimney and rises several hundred feet above it's surroundings 1t is reached by an excellent coiling road four miles from the village of Chim- ney Rock, and there are many wood- en platforms and stairways from which you look down almost perper- dicularly for 1000 feet. From the caiateria on the rock, one of the most enticlng, Indeed, magnificent views to pc dreamed of for years After once studylng 1t, spreads itself for miles Mammoth mountains ranging in al- tltude above the sea from 5000 to 4,eOo feet literally enclose a velley or surpassing beauty. A fascinating coiu' clear stream tumbles and steals US way through boulders and scars l oyer cliffs along the route. No lover or nature in her most fetching moods could forget this view. It Is worth a trip of hundreds of miles to SC. And yet it lies only three hours rom Brevard over an excellent road With hundreds of beauties and freaks of nature, touched up by smiling wales, towering heights and lovely water falls, as only a Higher Power could all along the route
 Story of Caesars Head
 And Caesars head-a huge over hanging rock strongly resembling the features of a man, 5000 fee. amid the clouds at times-presentinr sweeping view of grandeur and beauty, defying descriptioni The moon was stealing above lofty peak the other night. All was quiet weird, awe-inspiring.
 The light was neither nights nor days,
 But one which, life-Uke. had heautx
 in it's doubt"
 A nightngale's silvery voice was the only sound to penetrate the dense stiffness. Two little cIoudlets. wan oerLig in their orphanage, drifted across the moon, bringing a myster- ious haze. The bird continued his serenade that breathed subtle an- nouncement of his lonesomeness. Ihere were no young lovers in the party. What pity! Those clear notes from the nightingale's throat would have been an ideal wedding song away up there in cIoudland with Nature doing her best. The dream was rudely jostied by prosaic so- much hour chaffeur in ham and eggs tone balling: All Aboard for Brevard.''
 The sudden drop from the sublime to the worse than ridiculous recalls that Caesars Head" despite it's striking resemblance to the features of the eminent Roman statesman, did not so derive its name. The history of the name is something of dis appointment to one whose eyes have feasted on the wonderful beauty of the place and it's surroundings. A mountaineer near here, whose do- mestic instinct was superior to his intellectual attainments, had a cur dog named Caesar" The mountain ger had never heard of the illus trious orator. statesman en gineer sol- dier- historians but was determined to perpetuate his love for the canine. Hence, Caesars Head"
 I'm sorry to have to tell this truth, but facts are vital, even if some times disappointing.
 Let's leave this picture and drop back into a prose poem. the trout fishing. Within short distance of Brevard--from to 10 miles-brook trout and rainbow, both cold-water beauties and athletes from rise 10 net, take all kinds of shots at your Maine Doctor" Lord Baltimore Queen of Waters" "Coachman," or other varieties, according as sea- son, weather conditions and activities of live insects suggest. The federal government maintains an immense game and fish preserve for miles around Brevard It comprises some 35,000 acres or more, and lies both inN Pennsylvania andl Buncombe counties-al mountain wilds with innumerable picturesque streams These include Davidson river, a rest less cold, clear riyulet topping over boulders and stealing through rocks and rhododendron and mountain lau- rel in all the flush and blush of full bloom; Looking Glass creek, charri- ing little gurgling brook seeking the parent stream by leaps and bounds, and Grogan Creek, perfect poem of nipples and rainbows through wealth of foliage and flowers; Cau- trel and Bushy branches that touch off the picture with delicate shades and tints-Oh. well. dozen others that thrill the poet and inspire the artist.
 They are all stocked annually by the government since it took them over from Vanderbilt of Biltmore afld dollar mark distinction. MT. Wander bilt had stocked the streams for years before disposing of the prop erty with deep seated patriotic in- stinct upon his native land.
 vanderbilts Lands
 And "thereby lies tale." Those of us who knew no better have been sympathizing most fervently with Mr. Vanderbilt over his heavy losses in having parted with some 50,0Oo or 60,000 acres of his vast and costly lands to the government for part Of the great Appalachian game preserve in this region. The writer was one of the tender-hearted "hoi polloi'' feeling so sorry, for Mir. Vanderbilt, who,- by the way, is said to have ln- vested some s15,0o0,o0O in these vis- ions of beauty provided by Nature, and his splendid home at Biltmors. But I've been cured. A resident of Brevard smiled pityingly when I ex. pressed my sympathy for the great flnancier.
 Why" said he, those lands cost Mir. Vanderbilt an average of less than $6 an acre. He sold the timber rights under rather rigid restrictions for about $12 an acre; the govern ment took over the greater part of acre. Ecu need worry no more about the deal; the original purchaser realized 2 handsome profit from the transactions"
 There's nothing like knowing how to finance . large business proposi- tion with a genuinely patriotic spirit. Some of our highly successful cap- tains of industry are real philanthro- pists; some others are just ordinary philanthropists, with an eye to prof. its as, side line.
 And yet this deal gives us all an opportunity to wade the most pie turesque streams of this country, whip them for miles with our light rods and dry flies, and come in as heroes with a creel full of speckled hair aaf