Thursday, November 2, 1899
One of the most beautiful views in our county is to be had from the summit of Mount See All near Mt. Zion in The Hills. The cyclorama is simply charming, and to be appreciated must be visited and carefully contemplated in autumn. The painter and the poet would here find themes worthy of their best efforts. Its present fame however, rests upon the reputation it has of being one of the best places for huckleberries anywhere in the mountains.
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The showers of last Saturday morning might extinguish the forest fires which have been raging in this county for the past three weeks. The fire was unusually destructive, many trees being killed outright. The fire was burning fiercely in the spruce woods in the northern part of the county, the dead and fallen trees causing the flames to entirely destroy the timber on certain portions of the ground. $50,000 is not too high an estimate for the damage done merchantable timber in the forests of Pocahontas in the past few weeks.
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An exciting runaway race occurred at the Jericho quarry last week. William Johnson had fed at noon and was in the act of hitching up when one of the horses turned away, took fright at the dangling traces and started at full speed through the woods down the Jericho Hollow and thence to Marlinton at headlong speed, and jumped the fence near the Times office. It was fearfully threshed about the legs by the iron fences and stopped subdued and exhausted. A large part of the harness was lost and could not be found even after a careful search.
THE POCAHONTAS BANK
The first meeting of the stockholders of the Pocahontas Bank was held at its bank building Wednesday, October 25, at which time the organization was affected by the election of the following directors: Captain A. F. Mathews, George P. Moore, L. M. McClintic, John T. McGraw, O. E. Beard, C. R. Durbin, W. A. Bratton, Amos Barlow, J. P. Moomau, Levi Gay, and B. M. Yeager.
A CLOUD SEA
The scene of the sun rising above the fog, seen from the top of Droop Mountain, is one of utmost magnificence. The Levels and to the north as far as the eye can reach is enveloped in a cloud sea of dazzling whiteness. To the west, the Greenbrier Mountains emerge from the mist, giving the effect of an inland seas or lake and the projecting spurs of Droop carry out the effect of bays or inlets. As the sun warms the surface, it breaks and columns begin to rise, and the tints reflected are truly beautiful. The view from Droop is familiar to many, but few have had the opportunity to see the scene we have attempted to describe. It would well repay an early morning trip to the mountain or spending the night on its top. As one reluctantly leaves the scene and descends into the valley, he can hardly realize that the cold damp mist that envelops him, shutting out the sun, is crowned with so much beauty. These cloud seas may be witnessed in more or less grandeur from any of the high mountains bordering the Greenbrier Valley, early in the morning during the summer and fall when the lowlands are wrapped in mist.
POT POURRI
A SHORT STORY
A beautiful young woman on board an ocean steamer is said to have kept the following account of the voyage in her diary:
Day 1: Since the land faded from view, there is nothing to be seen but sea and sky.
Day 2: Met the Captain of the steamship; seems a very agreeable and distinguished man.
Day 3: Very much surprised and indignant to find the Captain wanted to kiss me. I shall never speak to him again – but I did think he was a nice man.
Day 4: The Captain came to me today looking very grave and told me that if I did not give him a kiss he would sink the boat and drown all the passengers. I am so frightened.
Day 5: Saved the lives of all the passengers.
