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Entered according to Act of Congress, in J une,lßTo, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District 0 i G corgi a
Vol. IV—No. 17.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
ROSIE ROSEBUD’S TRAVELS,
And What She Saw.
WL Mr * r>ufiKE ’ s kind permis
sion, I will tell the readers
of the Weekly of a delightful
trip to Upper Georgia, and -what I saw
while there. If there are any critics
among the large family of “ Burke Cou
sins, ’ I trust they will not be too severe
on a little girl of twelve years of age,
if her descriptions of scenery are not
quite as poetical and fanciful as an
older person might serve up to them.
1 more practiced pen than mine, to do
full justice to the glorious mountain
scenery of Cherokee Georgia; but
I can at least give the impressions
of a little girl, and these ought to be
at least interesting to the little girls
and boys who read this paper.
I am not going to tell you all
where I live. I will only say that a
pleasant ride of a few hours over
the South-western Railroad brought
me to the beautiful city of Macon —
a city dear to all of us children, be
cause it is the home of Buiike’s
Weekly. I was sorry that I could
not find the time to visit Mr. Burke,
and see face to face one who is so
well known through his paper to
Southern boys and girls. We were
very pleasantly cared for at Brown’s
Hotel —one of the best of its kind
in the country —until the train was
ready to carry us to Atlanta.
Atlanta is quite a large and busy
town ; but I confess that I do not
like it as well as Macon. There is too
much bustle and excitement —too many
railroad trains whistling and blowing
in every direction —to suit the tastes of
a little girl, who has all her life long
been accustomed to the quiet and seclu
sion of a country home. So I was not
sorry when papa had seated us in the
train for Marietta, and informed us that
we should leave in a few minutes.
Marietta is a delightful town, and the
people are just as nice as they can be.
My mamma has some friends in Mari-
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etta, and they met us at the depot, and
very kindly took us home with them.
I could tell you all about the friends I
made at Marietta —of Josie and Katie,
two little girls who lived in the pleasant
home we were stopping at, and of the
nice times I had with them while there:
but I am afraid you little folks will get
tired of me if I get prosy ; and after all,
the time passed very much as it always
does wfith us children when we get to
gether. One day, we all went to the
Kennesaw Mountain, which is only two
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miles and a half from Marietta. Here
we saw the remains of the fortifications
erected by our people during the war ;
for you know there was some terrible
fighting at Kennesaw between our sol
diers under General Johnston, and the
Yankees under General Sherman. But
everything is quiet there now ; and it is
hard to imagine that it was ever the scene
of so much bloodsh7?H. We had a fine
view of the country and of Marietta from
the top of Kennesaw, which is nearly
2000 feet above the level of the ocean.
I was quite sorry to bid adieu to my
little friends at Marietta, after a week’s
stay with them ; but we only had a short
month’s leave of absence from home,
and there were other places to visit. I
wanted very much to go to Roswell —a
pretty little village only thirteen miles
from Marietta for I learned that Mr.
Goulding, who wrote “ The Young Ma
rooners,” is living there, and I wanted
so much to see him ; but I could not find
the time, and had to forego the pleasure
of shaking that good old man’s hand.
From Marietta we went to Rome —
stopping a short time at Kingston, where
we took the cars of the Rome Branch
Railroad. There is not much to be
seen at Kingston; but Spring Bank,
the residence of Rev. Charles Wallace
Howard, near there, is said to be a
beautiful place.
The ride from Kingston to Rome was
a most delightful one. The railroad
runs along the banks of the Etowah
river rearly all the way, and sometimes
we were so near the water that I could
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easily have thrown an apple into the
river. We found Rome a beautiful
town, situated in the fork of two fine
rivers—the Etowah and the Oostenaula,
which together form the Coosa. It is
very hilly, but there are many beautiful
residences ; and I think it must be one
of the most delightful summer residen
ces in the State.
I will tell you more about Rome in
another letter. I want to tell you now
of our visit to the pretty village of
Cedar Town. This place is in Polk
County, about eighteen miles from
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Mamma has an old friend living at
Cedar Town, and she sent her car
riage to Cave Spring to meet us. It
was a pleasant day, and we enjoyed
the ride very much. In two hours
we reached the house of our kind
friend, and received a hearty wel
come.
Cedar Town is a pretty little vil
lage in Cedar Yalley, which takes
its name from the large number of
cedar trees that grow there. They
are almost as plentiful as pine trees
with us. At Cedar Town, right in
the village, is the finest limestone
spring I ever saw —said to be the
finest in the State. The water is so
clear that you can see the smallest
object on the bottom ; and although
it is very deep, the water is so trans
parent that it does not seem to be
deep at all. It is completely sur
rounded by a grove of the most
beautiful cedar trees, which come
down to the very water’s edge, and
afford a most grateful shade on a hot
summer’s day.
I was much pleased with Cedar
Town, and was sorry that we could
not stay longer ; but we had a delight
ful drive back to Cave Spring, where
we took the evening train for Rome.
But I have written enough for this
time, and will close, hoping that I
have not tired you all with my ramb
ling letter. Rosie Rosebud.
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