Judge Alley Writes Excellent
Article On "The ©lory Of The
Mountains" Of North Carolina
(Editor’s note—Judge Felix E.
Alley, of Waynesville, recently
wrote the following article that
appeared in THE STATE maga
zine. The magazine gave this prais
ing explanation: “Only a person
who has a passionate love for the
mountain county of western North
Carolina could have written an
article like this. Judge Alley has
that love and has expressed it in
terms which, we believe, will thrill
you with greater appreciation of
the beauties to be found in this
great section of our state.”)
Never was there a region more
beautiful than our mountain
country of western Carolina. Hills
and valley, timberland and thick
et, meadow and “bald spots,”
wild grassland and naked cliffs
abound on every hand in happy
distribution of light and color.
I have stood upon the summits
of our higher elevations, and there
beheld hundreds of the surround
ing peaks; some large and others
small; some with names and
others nameless; separated by
broad valleys and narrow gorges.
And the thought had occurred to
me that when the Divine Builder,
in His grand process of creation,
passed over this part of the world,
He paused but a moment to throw
together in confused disorder our
wonderful mountainland; but since
the completion of our magnificent
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system of highways and commun
ity roads. I have had the privi
lege of visiting even the most re
mote sections of our mountains'
everywhere, and have seen a dif
ferent prospect at every turn of
every road; and now I see in it
all a design too perfect for hu
man comprehension. To me its
contemplation suggests the un
told wealth of the Infinite Uni
verse. It inspires in my heart a
reverence so profound that it
leaves scarce a place for the
smallness of earthly hopes and
yearnings. Its natural wealth, its
ruggedness and vastness, its
matchless splendor and its lavish
ness of beauty sink into my soul
and leave my spirit straining at
its earthly bonds to gaze with long
ing eyes toward the Infinite
Power which ordered its existence.
I have been told that a man who
had traveled extensively in all the
other countries of the world, com
pleted his tour by a visit to the
mountain counties of North Car
olina; and when he had seen them
all, he said he believed that when
God created the world, He creat
ed western North Carolina first;
and that He then lost His model,
and so did not attempt to dupli
cate our section anywhere else
on earth. I respectfully dissent
from that gentleman’s opinion.
More pleasing to me than his sug
gestion is the thought that when
the Great Architect of the Uni
verse had created all the other
portions of the earth, He looked
upon His handiwork and pro
nounced it good, but not good
enough. And then, marshalling
all of His wondrous power, all of
His might and all of His wisdom
out of the plentitude of His in
exhaustible store, He created the
mountain region of North Caro
lina, and pronounced it His mast
erpiece, among all created things
in the physical world. And when
with His matchless skill. He had
placed upon this masterpiece the
imprint of ineffable beauty and
glory, it was a veritable Garden of
the Gods: a land of indescribable
and inimitable grandeur; a land
rugged with waving forests, can
opied with foliage of brightest
green, and resting upon founda
tions of everlasting granite.
It was a land of sparkling foun
tains, limpid and pure as the dews
of Heaven, bubbling up from ev
ery vineclad hollow and hidden
glen. It was a land of roaring
cataracts, dancing cascades, mur
muring rivulets, brawling brooks
and laughing rills, rippling in
eternal melody; and rolling ridges,
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Barton, of Brevard, Route 1,
is now stationed overseas in
the signal hospital corps.
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dark gorges, deep ravines, ver
dant dales and extended land
scapes; sweeping away until they
met in the far-off rim of the sky.
It was a land of bright rivers,
embanked in emerald and border
ed with flowers, shimmering in
sunlight and moonlight, and rush
ing like liquid diamonds between
the hills, from original source to
rolling hills, from original source
to rolling plain, and then flowing
on to empty their pellucid waters
into the restless sea.
Is it any wonder that our
pioneer ancestors, when they first
saw this land with its mountains,
rocks and streams, its hills, gorges
and ravines, its, trees, plants and
flowers clothed in the imperial
draperies of its light and shadow,
its salubrious climate and incom
parable atmosphere, believed that
they had at last found the Prom
ised Land. And is it any wonder
that we, their descendants, believe
that there are no richer fields on
earth than ours: that there is no
fairer land than the Carolina
Mountains?
But sublime and majestic as
are our wonderful mountains; en
chanting and alluring as are our
emerald-crowned forests; broad
and extensive as are our swiftly
gliding rivers and silvery stream
lets,-the surpassing beauty of the
mountains is seen in the kingdom
of wild flowers: for when Winter
has folded his tent, wrapped him
self in his mantle of snow and
retired to his home on the shores
of the far-off frozen zone, and
when Spring has come to blow
her mellow horn at the persuasive
touch of April’s showers and sun
shine, the peach trees and the dog
woods burst into bloom; the beau
tiful, fragrant, trailing arbutus
sends forth its white and pink
blossoms to carpet the woods; and
the redbud on the eastern slopes
of the Blue Ridge hangs its pink
on the forested hills. And from
that time on until all verdure and
flowers wither and die at the first
touch of the North Wind’s breath,
the entire mountain world is one
vast flower garden. With a back
ground of dark blue encircling the
hills, a sea of color spreads out to
the farthest horizons, yellow and
white, scarlet and blue, pink and
lavender. orange and purple,
crimson and orchid, and all the
colors between are scattered ev
erywhere in confusion, but blend
ed and softened into perfect har
mony of hue and design, in an
amazing variety of flowers too
numerous to be mentioned here.
And even after the killing frost
arrives, the mountains, if possible,
are more beautiful still; for then
Autumn's glory, with its Indian
summer, cloudless skies and hazy
atmosphere, broods like a gentle
spirit over the land. Then every
hill is on fire with colors made
brilliant by the flashing rays of
the Autumn sun. Here a tree will
be crowned with blazing yellow,
and there another with gleaming
gold; others will be attired in
brilliant red and purple, and still
others in all the tints and shades
between, so that every hill and
mountain-top seems to be glori
fied by all the resplendent colors
of the rainbow—a picture painted
by the unseen hand of the Divine
Painter Himself, and set in this
high wilderness as if for His
own contemplation, and equaled
only in the molten and empurpled
splendor of His sunset skies. The
seductive mystery of this entire
section is beyond the power of
words to describe; the wonderful
outlook of wide valleys, bounded
in every direction by the treeclad
hills, opens a world that seems
to terminate abruptly everywhere,
yet to go on in an endless series
of verdant valleys and rushing
streams. The darkling wood-belts
creep up the hillsides, deep in
mysterious shadows, until at last
they penetrate the low hanging
clouds; the crowning glory of the
higher peaks.
Mountaineers everywhere will
endorse the spirit breather in the
following lines, whose author I
do not know, but which I have
parapharased in order to apply to
the Carolina mountains:
The poet sings of Sunny France,
Fair olive-laden Spain,
The Grecian Isles, Italia’s smiles,
And India’s torrid plain:
Of Egypt, countless ages old,
Dark Africa’s palms and dates,
But let me acclaim the land I
name—
My mountain land, in the best of
states.
The poet sings of Switzerland,
Braw Scotland’s heathered moor,
The shimmering sheen of Ire
land’s green,
Of England’s rockbound shore;
Quaint Holland and the Father
land,
Their charms in verse relates,
But let me acclaim the land I
name—
My mountain land, in the grand
est of states.
I love every inch of our rugged
land,
Every stone on our mountain
side,
I love every drop of the crystal
water
That flows in our rivers wide;
I love every tree, every blade of
grass
That grows within our‘gates,
The gem of the earth is the land
of my birth—
My mountain land, in the Queen
of States.
Injoy Furlough
U. S. ARMY NURS1S Julia Masha
nany (left), a full blooded Indian
from Black Rive;’ Falls, Wise., and
Margaret Bell of Windber, Pa., en
joy their first furlough atop Mt.
Eden, New Zealand. They are
studying a map of the city and en
virons of Auckland. (International)
Poultrymen who plan to raise
chicks for meat production next
year, can improve their stock by
selecting breeders for fast feath
ering, efficient rapid growth, and
superior meat production.
On January 1, 1942 there were
60,377,000 hogs on U. S. farms.
It is estimated that the 1943 pig
crop may total 125,000,000 as com
pared with 105,000,000 last year.
Somebody better grow some extra
feed.
LIONS TO HAVE
LADIES’ NIGHT
14 Members T o Receive
Buttons For Perfect At
tendance One Year
Commemorating National Music
week, Mrs. H. R. Bobst, president
of the Brevard Music Lovers club,
sang two solos at the regular meet
ing of the Lions club last Thurs
day night at the Bryant house.
She was accompanied by Mrs. Mel
vin Gillespie. Lion George Massey,
who was in charge of the program
for the evening, also presented
four negroes, who sang a number
of spirituals.
The club will observe ladies’
night with a picnic at White Pine,
in the forest, next Thursday eve
ning. Lions Joe Tinsley, W. A.
Balcomb and George Massey are
in charge of arrangements for
this function and Lion Lloyd
Hughes has provided with a means
of travel. A suitable program will
be arranged for the evening.
To Propose Officers
A nominating committee con
sisting of Lions B. W. Thomason,
John E. Rufty and John Ford will
at that time propose officers for
the new year beginning in June.
Buttons signifying perfect atten
dance for a year will be awarded
to 14 members the same evening.
Lion Frank Kerber gave a re
port on the formation here of
three dens of cubs, which the club
is sponsoring. He said that twelve
boys had qualified for charter
members and that others were in
vited to join. In charge of this
activity for the club are Mr. Ker
ber and Lions Lloyd Hughes, Rev.
B. W. Thomason and Jack Trant
ham. Larry Bryant has been elect
ed cub master and H. McDaniels
assistant cub master. The charter
will be installed at a meeting
promoted by the Lions here in a
few weeks.
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refreshment, in enjoyment and in
morale. You read and hear similar
things every day.
When people feel about a soft drink
that way it’s got something spe
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own. A drink that adds refresh
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Truly, the only thing like
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I’m tired tonight
-and I’m proud
of it!”
Yes, Tom is going home tired tonight . . .
just like last night. . . and the night before.
Tired and proud!
You see, Tom is a typical member of the
Southern Railway Family. And when
America was plunged into war, something
happened to him . . . and to the forty-two
thousand men and women who make up
this Family.
Overnight, every Southern railroader be
came a soldier . . . every Southern car and
locomotive became a weapon of war . . .
every transportation job, a chance to hasten
America’s day of final Victory.
Since Pearl Harbor, this mighty army
has struck many powerful blows for free
dom ... by keeping the wheels rolling under
the biggest transportation load in all the long
history of the Southern Railway System.
Rain and shine, day and night, troop
trains and war freight . . . tank cars and
passenger trains... are rolling continuously
and swiftly on the Southern.
It’s a big job... a tough job... a vital job.
But it’s being done ... and done right!
That’s why Tom and the other men and
women of the Southern are tired when they
go home from the job these days . . . and
“proud of it.”
They’re proud, too, because they know
that th$ work they are doing so well today
is paving the way for the new and greater
Southland that lies beyond the Victory
they’re helping to win.
President
SOUTHERN
RAILWAY SYSTEM