The White Sulphur springs; the traditions, history, and social life of the Greenbriar White Sulphur Springs . looks around; But hush! what noise! it comes now revealing No fearful thing;—the waters murmuring sound. One step; another:—shes there in her delight:Her trembling hand with busy thoughts essayed To write some name—when giddy from the heightShe falls in the basin of the bright cascade. There like a Naid the waters play, Strugghng, her confusion to recover,All in the dancing stream in fright she lay, Until rescued by a gallant lover. Some months went by; the scene was changed, and nowWh
The White Sulphur springs; the traditions, history, and social life of the Greenbriar White Sulphur Springs . looks around; But hush! what noise! it comes now revealing No fearful thing;—the waters murmuring sound. One step; another:—shes there in her delight:Her trembling hand with busy thoughts essayed To write some name—when giddy from the heightShe falls in the basin of the bright cascade. There like a Naid the waters play, Strugghng, her confusion to recover,All in the dancing stream in fright she lay, Until rescued by a gallant lover. Some months went by; the scene was changed, and nowWhere fairy forms are gliding to and fro; And brightest smiles are wreathing every girl of summer days is bending low. A falling veil of snowy whiteness coversHer dark hair: her hand she disengages, 2o8 The White Sulphur Springs To take the token given by all lovers—The ring—the marriage cement of all ages. She was a Bride—their daily bliss now heightensOf him—and her who was the courted maidl And mid the scenes their cherished memry brightensIs their adventure at the bright tn VIII THE colonels STORY^BY MRS. ROGER A. PRYOR TRAVELERS in the forties to the won-derful Virginia springs had none of theblessings that now ameliorate the discom-fort of the long journey in the extremeheat of midsummer. George Pullman, the travel-ers greatest benefactor, had not yet been born. Thepassenger must sit bolt upright night and day, andtake all the dust and smoke that were his he first discerned the dim outline ofthe Blue Ridge Mountains, bounding the vast,sun-baked plains, he felt that his trials were atan end. Tell me not of the salt breeze thatsweeps the desolate sea! The breeze from themountain top seems to come direct from heavenitself—pure, cool, and fragrant. And then when the noble range of the Blue ^Copyright, 1911, by the Macmillan Company, by whose courtesyI am permitted to use these chapters.—W. A. M. 209 2IO The White Sulphur Springs
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