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VOL. III.
ATLANTA, GA., JULY 1, 1884. NO. 17.
RAILWAY CUISINE.
A MODEL RAILWAY DINING STATION.
It is reported of Horace Greeley that
when he visited the South soon after the
late war between the States, he remark
ed: “The South needs 20,000 good
cookB.” Those familiar with the cuisine
of the South previous to the war recol
lect that the cooking was excellent be
cause it was made a special point of at
traction.
The traveler by rail, especially in the
Sou th, very justly complains not only of
the cuisine at the railway eating houses
alon g the line, but the ill ventilation
and want of cheerfulness and adaptation
°f the buildings. That there was
room for improvement in the house
and the cooking cannot be ques
tioned. a line which looks after the
comfort of the passenger in this special
matter renders itself popular. We pre-
wnt on this page an illustration of a
model railway eating house. We do so
■n order to commend the example thus
® fcl to other lines for imitation. We
r nst to see every railroad dotted with
Uke mstitutions.
i . hotel is situated at Oxanna, on
e Georgia Pacific Railroad, and reflects
e ‘ighest credit upon the road and
town.
A w ide hall runs through the build-
and on one side, convenient to the
ln s, are the dining rooms, on the
et Iffi * e tWo large waiting rooms, tick-
inon.'a 6 » telegrap h, express and baggage
of the railroads, all of which are
occupied.
^ secending broad, easy flights of
stairs you reach the parlors and rooms
of the hotel on the second floor, around
which runs a delightful wide porch,
from which are magnificent views.
Briefly stated, the hotel in all of its ap
pointments is strictly first-class and all
right.
Oxanna is situated on two trunk lines,
on the banks of a running stream fur
nishing sufficient water for steam and
drainage purposes, in the midst of an
almost inexhaustible superior iron ore,
having fine springs on the mountain
side, high above the houses, from which
the purest spring water can be obtained
by gravitation, and is surrounded by fer
tile farming country whose products
must seek this natural channel to the
commercial world. Eight trains stop
here daily.
We expected to present on our first
page of this issue a handsome cut of the
Exposition Grounds at New Orleans,
but as we are roady for tbe press, our
engravers notify us that it will not be
ready for several days. As we cannot
afford to delay the issue, we give another
illustration in its stead. Those wishing
to secure a representation of the Expo
sition Buildings and Grounds at New
Orleans, will send for the next issue.
This is the midsummer issue, and will
be found to contain niany *dvernse-
ments. It will pay to read them atten
tively for they contain many val “^ f
facts and suggestions. They are full of
instruction.
Written especially for the Southern World. |
THE FRENCH BROAD IN
OI.DEN TIMES.
bt a r. h.
Queen of the ancient wilderness, when on thy
royal tide
The white swan and the light canoe soft floated
side by side;
When tby far-stretching waters like a moving
mirror held
Untrodden woods and beetling cliffs no mortal
ever scaled;
When thy fresh bosom heaved beneath the
south-wind's wooing pow'ra,
That on bis kiss e’er had tbe scent of ilch
Floridian flow’rs;
Primeval grandenr was thy crown, thy robe the
ambient skies.
Thy sceptre rolling floods that laved tbe
hunter’s paradise 1
From darkling caves along tby shores the shaggy
bear looked forth
Whene’er wild geese came sweeping down upon
thee, flying north;
Thy rocky steeps re-echoed through the summer
nights the howl
Of ravening wolves, the goshawk’s scream, the
panther’s horrid growl.
The notes of lonely whip-poor-will, tbe owl’s
blood-curdling song.
The gambols of the trout that leaped thy merry
shoals among.
Ten thousand bird cantatas each spring morn
ing there would rise
Tto make melodious music for tbe hunter’s
paradise 1
The meek-eyed does and antlered stag*. *® d
tawny bison herds
Came down at noon to drink at all thy pearly-
bottomed fords;
The wild ducks on thy deep still coves In
oountless millions flocked.
Their variegated hues a chans sun-bellied and
Milow-rocked;
The crane stood meditatively In many a lone
lagoon;
Tbe lover chanted amorous lays beneath the
rising moon;
The Indian maidens In thy depth beheld their
wild-rose bloom;
The warrior viewed his feathery form, fierce la
its paint perfume.
The virgin glories of the scene the pale-face
hunter drank
In luscious draughts, while seated on some tall
cliff's bastion flank.
He sadly thought of home behind, but gased
with pride before
Upon tbe undeveloped wealth that decked thy
homeless shore;
And bargained there to pay the price of hard
ships, toil and blood.
To wrest thee from tbe fierce wild beasts and
children of the wood.
Tbe distant wigwam’s curling smoke roee ’neath
the setting sun.
The night-clouds like lone sentinels hung o’er
the mountain’s dun,
Thy queenly bosom proudly heaved, as there,
alone with God,
The sturdy pioneer arose and christened thee
M French Broad."
Mt. Vernon, N. C.
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The Waynesboro True Citizen, in
speaking of oar young friend, Preston
H. Lovett, says that his friends there
are pleased to learn that he is 1 ' succeed
ing finely in the profession of law in the
great capital city of the State. No other
result, however, could be expected from
one who applies himself with the same
industry and devotion to his work.'*
Preston merits all that can be said of
him in law or belles-letters, and he is
destined to success in all the courts in
whieh he practicee.