Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-02

York our first thrill was to drive
through the Holland Tunnel, where the police
keep trafflc moving at 80 to 35 miles an hour
in order to prevent congestion. Throughout
America in fact found that the words speed
limit" were almost unknown; If limit did
exist it was generally in the neighborhood OF
40 miles an hour!
One of the first things that struck me on
emerging into the open country was that from
the motorists point of view America approaches
the ideal Good garages and excellent inns
abound, not to mention tourists camps. More
over, quite small villages have good accommo-
dalton, provide really nice coffee, and almost
invariably boast room or rooms where one
may dance to the strains of an electrically
driven music machine.
Two days after leaving New York we were
among the mountains of Maryland--the AL
leghenies-two of which, South Mountain and
Fairyiew Mountain, we had to climb. We
were now in land OF romance, and we were
told that one stretch of road overshadowed by
pines is known as THE Shades of Death"
Many hold-upS occurred here in the old stage
coach days, and there are legends OF dark and
terrible deeds. Nowadays, however, the high
waymen are no more, "hivvers' fit swiftly by
all day long, and the penetrating odor of gaso-
line mingles with the scent of the whispering
pines
Travelling through Ohio the weather turned
bitterly cold and after one long run of $50
miles we were glad to find sanctuary at Green
ceived us with true American hospitality. I
remember ate a simply enormous supper that
evening-bacon, sweet potatoes, baked apples
and coffee-but the more we ate the more our
hosts pressed food upon us.
- All along the roadside that day I had noticed
little white crosses, and on asking the farmer
what they were he told me that they had been
erected in memory of people who had been
killed in motor accidents, and as warning to
otherS
A S had counted no less than eight of them
in q stretch of three miles, mishapS APP
peared to have been fairly numerous in spite
of the perfectly straight road, and can only
conclude that they were caused by skids Oil
ranean springs makes the roads In this neigh
borhood terribly treacherous, and warning
signs are placed at the spots where it oozes up
particularly badly.
Ever since leaving New York tourists camps
had interested me- and finally made up my
mind, in spite of the latenesS of the season,
that we must try one. They have the most
enticng names-"Moonlight Cabin" "U Smile
Cabin" and so forth.
The place we selected was Log Cabin Camp,
consisting of two rows of cabins about IL feet
srapart. Each shack is roughly built of pine logs
and contains bed, two chairs, a small table
and stove. From ones bedroom door one
looked out across vast stretches of the widest
country.
A camp restaurant supplied every one with
food We had ours sent down to our cabin, and
did not tumble into bed until midnight-and
then it was not to sleep. All night long mice
frolicked and squeaked about the floor, enter
ing, suppose, through the chinks in the
pine logs.
From Log Cabin Camp we drove on to ST.
Louis and civilization and here were advised
to take the southern route toward Colorado
instead of the northern one which I had
planned. Whichever route we took people told
us cheerfully we were Gin for it." If we didn't
freeze in the mountain passes we should be
killed by brigands. Several motorists, we were
informed, had lately been robbed and murdered
in the wilds of New Mexico It was not exactly
an enticing prospect, but was determined not
to give up now.
Other folks examined our tiny car and then
shook their heads doubtfully. Owing to her
narrowness. they said, she wouldn't fit the