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VOL. IV., NO. 23. P1NEIIUBST, N. C, APP1L 12, 1901. PI J ICE THBEE CENTS MESSAGE OF THE WINDS. Why weep ye thus, temptuous winds, Over the sins of earth? Tell us the burden of your sighs, The cause which gave them birth. Above the health-restoring pines, In loud lament, I hear Your wild reverberating cries In protestations drear. The merry song of birds are hushed, Made silent by the fear That vanquished winter's icy face Returning, may appear. Spring's perfumed flowers have drooped their heads, ltcluctant to unfold All tremblingly they shrink away From such embraces cold. Is Nature doomed before her time To premature decay? Tell us ye wandering winds, Speak ere ye soar away! The listening winds made answer thus: We echo from on high, Earth's conflicts, her increasing woes Man's follies we decry. "But while O mortal, wc lament, With such impetuous roar, The hidden future we are told, I lath brighter days in store. ""IMd then the multitude prepare; Their King's return is nigh, lie shall descend victorious From out the vaulted sky. "Warn them to rouse from drowsy sloth Time's sickle fsoon shall reap A harvest fair of waiting souls, O'er sleeping ones wc weep." Anna IIuiuurp Mkkccu. TRYING THE TRAVEL CURE. Frank 1. Hatfield's Hiwst for an Ideal lienor!. After vainly trying for two months to ""get shut of my grip under medical advice and by the use of all the various drug "specifies" for that dread disease, I concluded to fall back on my old infal lible treatment for every ordinary di luent the "travel cure," and so last week I packed up and started south, Jieading first for that newly discovered resort which is just now attracting the special attention of northern health seek ers Pinehurst, in central North Caro lina. It was a bleak and blizzardy day when I boarded a "Boysil Blue Line" train at Jersey City, bound Washingtomvard, and, as I disposed myself snugly in an easy seat, and Iwigan to feel at home amid the modern comforts of a Pullman parlor coach, I mentally paraphrased a "well known couplet of Byron, as fol low? : "'Once more upon theTailroad, yet once more, And the car bounds "beneath me as a steed that knows its rider." Ah! there is something peculiarly xhilerating to one's spirits and decidedly helpful to one's digestion in the pleasant jar and motion of a rapidly moving train, s one sits by si car window and sees and feels oneself being whirled along at a anile a minute ieed "from lands of snow to lands of sun," or, in more practical phraseology, from the cold, inclement clime where one has contracted the grip, or some similar malady, to the piney woods of the sunny South, where Nature's own breath is the sure healing balm for all ills of the lungs or throat. I am in my native element, as it were, amid the jar and motion aforesaid, and I have derived so much pleasure and benefit from these important factors in the travel cute treatment that I have come to rank their tonic effects upon mind and body as far above the artificial stimulation of drugs, as horse-back rid ing is superior to indoor gymnasium work in promoting good health. Politi cally, tit least, all roads in this country lead to Washington, and the various highways from our section New York and New England leading thereto, are all first class in every respect; but per sonally I prefer that "Poyal" road with its indigo-hued appellation, because it seems more direct, and is certainly the to its unique and unusual advantages. No one au fait in the latest fads of travel is omitting Pinehurst this season from his or her itinerary, and this brings me direct to the question : Where and what is Pinehurst, and why is it attract ing so much discussion and patronage at present? In answering this compound query, let me first go back to my early Asheville letters, written nearly twenty years ago, and quote therefrom sis fol lows: "This western North Carolina climate is, as a rule, an ideal one for a winter resort, but it is somewhat capri cious, and Asheville being a mountain town, about 2,500 feet above sea level, is of course subject to sin occasional stress of really cold weather in December, .Jan uary or February, a fact which seriously impairs its status as si true Arcadisi for invsilids during the months just men tioned; hence I am inclined to commend it simply as a fall and spring resort, and iY I' t:. ' X cleanest (only anthracite coal is used by li. H. engines) and quietest (no crowd ing or hurrying of passengers on the "Royal Blue," sis is the discomforting fea ture of travel on some other lines) route between New York and the national cap ital. Five fleeting hours of entrancing and luxurious travel, punctuated by an excellent meal, on' either the American or European plan, as you choose, in the train's superb dining ear, passes most pleasantly sis one is wafted, so to speak, from New York to Washington on the "Uoyal Blue limited express." Down through the lovely Piedmont valley of Virginia the traveler bound for Richmond proceeds sifter leaving Wash ington, and then out and on he swiftly o-lides across the Carolina border and into the central portion of the Old North State, until at last his brief 12-hour jour ney is finished and he alights at the por tals of that new Elysium among the sand hills of the land of the pines and and piney products, which is just now drawing the world1-admiring attention continue my search for that perfect mid winter Eldorado which I have so long been looking for. "Somewhere down in central North Carolina among the piney woods, sit an elevation of not over 1,000 feet, I am con vinced there is a spot which fills all requirements of climsite and healthful ness to make a thoroughly ideal winter resort for invalids and pleasure seekers." Whether or not James W. Tufts of Bos ton ever saw my aforequoted statements I am unable to say, but it seems that about six years ago that estimable and enterprising gentleman, either prompted hv mv above expression of opinion or his own intuition, took up the quest for a modern "Elvsian fields" in the long-leaf pine region of North Carolina, and com ing upon the spot which is now Pine hurst, exclaimed "Eureka!" and "here will I rest and locate my modern Mecca for the faithful, who shall pilgrimage to to this shrine from all the world to find health and happiness." This new Moses has indeed discovered "the promised land," just where I pre dicted it was to be found, but unlike his Biblical predecessor, he was not then content to die. On the contrary, he took up the effort of his life then and there, secured by purchase some 6,000 acres of the consecrstted ground and commenced a work of development which as com pleted to-day stiinds sis the most remark able, and even marvelous, metamorphosis of si crude wilderness into si finished paradise on record. Within the past five years Mr. Tufts by the exercise of si per sonal genius for directing such sin under taking, and by the lavish expenditure of money, has transformed a rough tract of North Carolina piney woods into a beau tifully laid out and built up village, pat terned after the best New England type of small town, with model stores, a line village hall, and all the usual accessories of an up-to-date Masssichusetts hamlet, with the sidded attractions of numerous small, and three large first class hotels. Of these latter, "the Carolina" is, I am bound to ssiy, si revelation, even to me, vetersin traveler as I am, of luxurious appointments and general elegance. This vsit and magnificent structure is lsirger smd grander than our own famous hostelry, the Hotel Champlain at Bluff Point; and when I have said that, I cer tainly could give Trojans no better idea of the superlative stsitus of Pinehurst in the matter of its hotels, nor of the almost incredible audacity and public spirit of its founder in providing the place with what is probably as well equipped and ably managed a carsivansary sis there is at any summer or winter resort in the world. Pinehurst has one hotel superior to anything of its class in America, two other hotels fully up to the standard of any resort inns in the country, besides first clsiss boarding houses, and fifty finely constructed and well furnished cottages, which are for rent at vsirying prices proportioned to their size, etc., and all this aggregated siccommodation for guests provided, owned and controlled by one private individual. Hotels, cottsiges. stores, public build ings, and all structures of every sort so ever at Pinehurst, as well as every square foot of its 6,000 sicres of land, with all the improvements thereon, are the sole property of James W. Tufts, and the creation of his own unaided skill and courage. Grasping this momentous fsict the reader will, I repeat, have some sidequate conception, perhaps, of what one man has accomplished here, and of his personal pluck and resources in bringing this undertaking to a successful consummation. Pinehurst, N. C, is in Moore county, seventy miles southeast of Raleigh, and 125 miles from the cosist. It is about 700 feet above sea level, and is located in the heart of the far-famed sand belt of the long-leaf pine region of central North Carolina. Beside the hotels, halls, etc., above mentioned, it has a club house,
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