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Written for the Great Kennesaw Route Gazette.
THE SIDE-TRACK.
What name is that which terror pokes
Beneath the nose of wicked folks,
But peace’s pipe with good ones smokes?
The Side-track.
What looked so small that it miglt be
Dandled upon a baby’s knee,
And in a muss mash’d completely ?
The Side-track.
But what, when foiced into a fight,
Seem’d to snatch all the stars of night
And with them fill its foe’s eyes quite ?
The Side-track.
Yea, what, when blaz’d the flames of war.
Spreading wild horror near and far,
Smiled, and from them lit its cigar?
The Side-track.
What, when the wild horse gallop’d ’round,
And jump’d, and kick’d, and paw’d the
ground,
Tamed him by rooster’s Growing’s sound?
The Side-track.
What, being dared to play a game
Os old “rap-jacket,” to time came,
And made the darer blister’d, lame ?
The Side-track.
Thou center of attention all,
Whose frown makes those who hate thee,
squall,
But whose friends come when thou dost
call—
() Side-track !
Written for the Great Kennesaw Route Gazette.
Dein Kennesaw Fast Trains.
BY UNCLE ’POLLO. x
Ole Mr. Fox run all de day
Across de hills an’ plains,
He cotch de goose, but he can’t cotch,
Dem Kennesaw fast trains.
Dem Kennesaw fast trains,
Dey’s run by men of brains,
Cotch what you kin, but you can’t cotch
Dem Kennesaw fast trains.
De sparrer-ha w k, he want some fun,
His fly in’ shamed de crane’s ;
But lawdy I right apast him run,
Dem Kennesaw fast trains.
Dem Kennesaw fast trains, etc.
Ole coach whip snake he swear he’ll beat
Each race, an’ git de gains,
But dey let’ him de ve’y fust beat,
Dem Kennesaw fast trains.
Dem Kennesaw fast trains, etc.
THE GREAT KENNESAW ROUTE GAZETTE.
Brer Rabbit brag an’ prick his ears,
He jump high as de canes,
But down he squat when “toot!” he hears
Dem Kennesaw fast trains.
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Dem Kennesaw fast trains, etc.
Oh! if you’re gwine, an’ gwine right fas,’
Gwine ter git dar ’fore it rains,
Jes’ jump on quick, or by you’ll pass,
Dem Kennesaw fas’ trains.
Dem Kennesaw fast trains, etc.
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They Got Their Money’s Worth.
Five countrymen from Gilmer coun
ty came to Dalton and wished to go
from there to Rome. One of them
went to the Western & Atlantic ticket
office and inquired of Mr. John F.
Reynolds, ticket agent, “What do you
charge to Rome?”
Reynolds answered, “$1.20.”
The Gilmer county man then said,
“Well, this is the road to Rome, isn’t
it?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Reynolds, “this is
the road to Rome; but at that other
ticket office across the way they will
also sell you a ticket to Rome over then
road. Our road is twenty miles long
er from here to Rome; but you can go
for the same money.”
“What’s that?” was the response.
“You’ll take us for the same money ?”
“Yes,” answered Reynolds, “We’ll
take you for the same money.”
Turning to one of his comrades, the
countryman exclaimed: “You hear
that, Jim ? He says that this road is
twenty miles longer to Rome than the
other one, but they will take us for the
same money. By Gosh, we will all of
us go this way.”
He Didn’t Get His Money’s
Worth.
An old negro got off the Western <£•
Atlantic train as it rolled into the
Union Depot in Atlanta, a short time
ago, and was met by another, who was
evidently looking for him.
“What kind of a trip did you have ?”
asked the Atlanta darkey.
“Well, I had a tolerable easy trip;
but I ain’t g’wine to ride on dis here
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Western A Atlantic Railroad no more.
Dey gits you here so quick dat you
don’t get your money’s w’uff.”
That was a funny comment which
a Confederate officer made about Gen
eral Hood’s order to General French
to go to Allatoona and fill up the deep
railroad cut at that point.
After the engagement was over, the
officer in question, after reciting the
account of the fight his men had had
with the Yankees, remarked, “ Fill up
the railroad cut, , why, we couldn’t
have fdled up that cut in a month, if
there hadn’t been any Yankees there
shooting at us.”
From Cartersville it is only about a
halfdozen miles to the Rowland Springs,
which have enjoyed a famous reputa
tion for their healing properties.
The Western and Atlantic railroad
runs more passenger trains over the
same rails than any other railroad in
the South.
The Kennesaw Route is the quickest.
Tom Bussey and Supt. Mcßae.
Tom Bussey, who is the engineer of
the Marietta Accommodation, of the
Western and Atlantic Railroad, or
the “ Little Gem Express,” as it has
sometimes been termed, has been in the
service of the Western and Atlantic
Railroad for about twenty years.
Tom was a cadet in the Georgia
I Military Institute in the latter part of
the war, and took a slight part in the
“ unpleasantness” between the two sec
tions. He, some years ago, ran one
of the fast mail trains between Atlanta
and Chattanooga; but finally settled
down from the excitementof rapid runs
and took the Marietta Accommodation;
but it is to his “fast express” experi
ence that we will now refer.
When General Wm. Mac Rae was
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appointed Superintendent of the Wes
tern and Atlantic Railroad, some twelve
or thirteen years ago, he, in a day or
so, went up to Dalton. The fast ex
press train, coming down from Chatta
nooga, stopped at Dalton. The Gen
eral concluded he would get on the
engine and inspect the road from the
front end of the train. Tom was oil
ing up at the time, and getting through
with this, stepped on his engine just be
fore the time was up and saw the Gen
eral boarding her on the other side.
Not being acquainted with him,
Tom shook his head rather decidedly
and said : “ Well, sir, you have made
a mistake. You can’t ride on the en
gine.”
The General answered, “ I merely
wish to ride down to Tilton.”
Tom then spoke with some more em
phasis of tone ami answered, “ It’s
against orders; you can’t ride on this
engine, you must get back in the
tram.
“ But,” said the General in an ex
postulatory tone, “ I only wish to ride
to Tilton.”
“That makes no difference,” said
Tom, “ You can’t ride on this engine
and you must get off.”
General Mac Rae then Poked him
squarely in the face and remarked,
calmly, “My name is Mac Rae, I am
Superintendent of this road.”
Off went Tom’s hat, and the most
polite bow was instantly made, with
the gracious remark : “ You can ride
on this engine just as far as you leant
to.”
White Path, Ga.
Ninety miles from Atlanta, in Gil
mer county, on the Marietta and North
Georgia nailroad, a noted watering
place, which, for many years, has been
patronized when it was 75 miles from
railroad, by Atlanta, Savannah, Ma
con and Augusta. It is named White
Path, for the old Cherokee Chief who,
in 1834, accompanied John Ross to
Washington. General Jackson invited
him to dinner, and presented him with
a silver watch, which he always kept
as a precious treasure. He died at
Hopkinsville, Ky. The watch was
sold for a large amount of money,
which was devoted to the erection of a
monument over his grave.
THE SPRINGS
are one-half mile from the depot, and
are reached by a romantic road through
which a stream of crystal clear water
rushes and tumbles over the rocks,
forcing its way to the Ellijay river.
The streams and roadways are beauti
fully shad ed by mountain laurel and
wild honeysuckle, while the lofty
slopes are covered with mountain
birch, maple, beach, chestnut, spruce
and white pines. Wild flowers ami
beautiful ferns greet the eye on every
side. The new hotel, which is nearly
completed, is situated on a lovely site
above the springs. Four hundred
yards in front of tlm hotel is an ab
rupt mountain side, rising 300 feet,
which the guests delight in climbing,
to look off and see the many mountains
in all directions, both in Georgia and
North Carolina, and see “Old Sol” hie
away for the night. Among the most
noted are the Cohutta, Bald, Long
Swamp, Amicalola, Talona and Sharp
Top. On the very top of many of
these mountains are bold springs, which
are led down by the gold miners in all
directions —frequently by useof troughs
braced up by long poles. The streams
are carried from one hillside to another
through almost impassable gulches.
This is the oldest gold field in Geor
gia, and the largest nuggets ever found
in the State were picked up within
one-half mile of the hotel. The ‘‘Smal
ler” nugget weighed 445 dwt. The
“Spriggs,” 335; “Pinson” weighing
112 dwt., was found by a miner named
Pinson, working for $1 per day, only a
few weeks since, and taken to his em
ployer with his other pickings, though
lie was alone when he found it. Near
ly every man and child in that coun
try has gold to sell, picked up from
the surface. * * *
We predict that in two years AV bite
Path will be the most noted resort in
North Georgia. The altitude is i,.)00
feet abo\e the s?a, and blankets are
needed every night in the year. It is
only 8 miles from “Blue Ridge,” N. C.”
(the summit), and ail the streams be
yond the summit are filled with speck
led or mountain trout. Wild tuikeys,
pheasant and quail are found in coves
and on the mountain sides, making it
the ideal resort of the sportsman.
As a family summer resort it is un
equalled. Atlantians can leave here
in the evening after business, and get
to the springs for supper. Extremely
low rates will be made by the railroad
for summer visitors. (The hotel fates
are only S2O per month.) The farm
ers bring in chickens, butter, game
and fruit in abundance at ridiculously
low prices. Lumber and labor are
cheap. A water power saw and plan
ing mill close at hand.
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For rural summer homes, White
Path cannot be excelled. It is the in
tention of the railroad company to
make exceedingly low rates of travel
to summer visitors. Trains will run
so that a business man may leave At
lanta at 1:30 p. m. and arrive at White
Path at 6p. m. Leave White Path
at 7 a. m., and be in Atlanta at 10:40
a. m.
The finest farms and farming lands
we know of in the State are near this
line of road.
People who live in sections where
malaria prevails should secure a sum
mer home at White Path.
The hotel at White Path, by-the
way, is splendidly kept by Mrs. \\ . L.
Robinson, whose post office address is
Ellijay, Ga.
The summer resorts along the line of
the Western de Atlantic are on a boom
this year, beyond a doubt.
Sam Jones, the evangelist, lives on
the Kennesaw Route.
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