. Inglenook, The (1911) . wells men met the Stars andStripes borne by the soldiers of Fre-mont. Passing on by the end of Massa-nutten Mountain, a veritable Gibraltarof the plain, we came a little farther onto the celebrated little village of PortRepublic, in the fork of the ShenandoahRiver, where Stonewall Jackson so nar-rowly escaped capture, and where heburned the bridge just in time to keepFremont from sending aid to Shields onthe day following Cross Keys. Threeor four miles beyond Port Republic wecame to the village of Grottoes, four-teen miles from Harrisonburg. By thistime we were eager
. Inglenook, The (1911) . wells men met the Stars andStripes borne by the soldiers of Fre-mont. Passing on by the end of Massa-nutten Mountain, a veritable Gibraltarof the plain, we came a little farther onto the celebrated little village of PortRepublic, in the fork of the ShenandoahRiver, where Stonewall Jackson so nar-rowly escaped capture, and where heburned the bridge just in time to keepFremont from sending aid to Shields onthe day following Cross Keys. Threeor four miles beyond Port Republic wecame to the village of Grottoes, four-teen miles from Harrisonburg. By thistime we were eager for our lunch, whichwe ate under the broad pavilions at thefoot of Cave Hill, while the rain begaito come down. Lunch dispatched, we spread umbrellas and climbed up the picturesque partto the cave mouth. Having written ouinames in the register kept at the en-trance lodge, and paid the small fee re-quired of each one of us, we followed theguides, in successive groups, into thecave. The rain still came down—it lit- A: ?. The Grand Glacier. The Inglenook 793 rally poured; but the roof of the cave,-as thick enough to shut out both theound of the rain as well as the booming•f heavens artillery. The temperaturef about fifty degrees Fahrenheit re-named unchanged; and the walkwayshrough the long subterranean passagesiemained so smooth and dry that no-; odys shoes were soiled. When we came out after two hours ofdmiring wonder, the rain had ceased,he clouds were breaking away, and the!un was flooding the valley again withgolden light. The flushed and yellowedvaters of the Shenandoah tumbled at a le e quickened pace over the rocky channelat our feet; the trees and bushes on theside of the hill and along the river bankswere dripping pearls; the broad levelvalley beyond the river was dotted overwith pools and threaded with transientstreams; and at the farther side of thevalley the rugged peaks of the BlueRidge still held fast on their summitswhite fragments of cloud and fog, whilethe gr
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