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near as large as it formerly was.
After passing through Saluda,
we leave the pavement and swing
to the right, taking the old road
between Saluda and Tryon. It.s
a dirt road but in fairly good
condition. At one point it passes
through a tunned underneath the
railroad tracks. We can hear the
big Helper puffing away some
where close by. In case you don’t
know what the Big Helper is, it’s
the powerful engine that helps
Ah trains up over the moun
|flpis. The Saluda grade is the
steepest of any railroad east of
the Rocky Mountains. Mr. Vining
informs us about all of these facts
ns we drive along. Incidentally,
he’s publisher of the Tryon Daily
Bulletin, the smallest daily news
paper in the world. Its pages are
StyxS l /: inches, less than half the
size of this page which you are
reading. However, it’s a most
newsy paper and is very popular
throughout this entire section.
Pearson’s Falls! We reach this
spot after having driven four or
five miles on the dirt road. There’s
a stone entrance and a fee of 25c
is charged all those who want to
go in.
The Garden club of Tryon took
over the falls a number of years
ago. They have developed it into
one of the most beautiful spots in
*> mountains. Nature itself
ped to give them a good start
this connection, for there are
more varieties of wild flowers
around the falls than there are to
be found anywhere else in the
country.
We leave our car and proceed
■up an excellently kept walk for a
distance of about a quarter of a
mile. It is an easy ascent, and
every step of it brings to view
new beauties in the flowers and
shrubbery. A swirling stream
dashes madly over piled-up rocks
m its wild rush to reach the Paco
let River. The steadily increas
ing noise tells us that we are al
most at the falls. A sudden turn
in the path, and they are there
before us.
Eighty or ninety feet high, they
present a sight which holds you
breathless as you gaze upon it.
Tumbling down over successive
ledges of rocks that whip the
water into sheets of glistening
foam, the falls present a never-to
be-forgotten picture of entrancing
charm and beauty. They were
named for Capt. Charles William
Pearson, an early engineer on the
Asheville-Spartanburg Railway,
now the Southern. In 1931, Cap
tain Pearson’s son was faced with
the disagreeable realization that he
ought, for economic reasons, to
divest himself of some of his ex
tensive acreage, and he decided to
accept the offer of a timber com
pany for the glen and the sur
rounding woodland. That is when
the Garden club of Tryon stepped
into the picture. They succeeded
in obtaining a loan and they took
over ownership of the property.
They have paid off the entire
debt, with the exception of a few
hundred dollars. And they have
given to North Carolina a wild-life
preserve of inestimable value.
We leave the falls and continue
on our way to Tryon, famous for
its even climate, its vineyards and
its horse shows. The hills sur
rounding the town are dotted with
scores of handsome homes, the
majority of them being owned bv
residents of other states who spend
part of each year here.
Tryon has an attractive busi
ness section. It’s a clean looking
town with a friendly atmosphere
about it. Mr. Rogers’ home—a
(beautiful place —< overlobkfc the
horse show grounds and also af
fords a most magnificent view
of the mountains.
The people there seem to p-et
more out of life than does the
citizen of the average town. Why
this is so is difficult to explain,
but it’s the truth, ins* the •sam".
Everybody apparently is well off,
*nd there are no visible signs of
that abject poverty which one
sometimes finds in other parts of
Western Carolina mountains.
“A Good Place to Live”, would
be a fine slogan for Tryon: one
that the town could live up to in
every way.
Hot-vfeather favorite—iote cold
buttermilk. Delicious and refresh
ing.—KALMlA DAIRY.—Adv.