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Jl« Sometimes I can hear a fading laugh, or the dash of a broken glee, Or watch a shadowy face rise up and pass like a mist of the sea ; Sometimes I can see how the sunlight fell deep down where the fern-fronds grow, And hear the sounds of life float up from the valley far below. That summer was a new experience. Jack persuaded me to go — Jack, who knows everybody and goes every- where. I told him that I wanted real scenery, without railways in the foreground ; where the streams were lazy little streams that were of no use ; where the rocks were covered with lichens and ferns, and not with advertisements ; where there were no promenades, nor brass bands, nor anything that I had been bored with every summer of my life. And Jack said, Go to Sewanee. Sewanee? Yes; go to Nashville or Chattanooga, and you can hear all about it. But I want an unknown place. Jack laughed. When you have exhausted Nashville and Chattanooga, he said, you will only know how to get there. Among the mountains? On top the mountains. Daily mail? I am neither Nashville nor Chattanooga, Billy. Bye-bye. It is a refuge for idealists and dreamers — go ! And Jack vanished. I think laziness took me to Sewanee. It was so troublesome to think up another place. I took my ticket to Chattanooga, and in Chattanooga I asked, Where is Sewanee? Get off at Cowan and go up the mountain, was the answer, and I turned away. Cowan, I said, I must remember that or I shall never reach Sewanee — Cowan. And the ugly name jingled through my mind, keeping time to the clanking ' of the train.
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12 ®hu ( ap atxii (JBonm. We travelled through a beautiful country where the brave mountain- born streams fought their way among the hills ; where peaceful valleys stood thick in corn, and wild clefts and gorges broke away on every side. At last a grand amphitheater of mountains seemed to close about us — a wild dash out of the sunshine into the darkness of the tunnel — then emerging, a sudden stop and a cry, Cowan ! I sprang up in the wildest haste. I had said the word so often that at last it seemed to be attached to every nerve in my body, and when the call came — Cowan ! — the shock was great. I stood on the platform of the station and wondered why I had let go my last hold on civilization. As far as one could see from the station, it was a mud-bespattered little place, haunted by lean, slab-sided horses and gaunt, long-legged swine. I contemplated taking the next train away. Then I looked and saw the mountains sound asleep in the sunshine, with their arms flung out across- the valleys, and the shadows of the clouds floating over them. I would go on ; I could come back to-morrow. A long line of empty coal-cars appeared with two carriages at the end for passengers, and from somewhere the passengers came who almost filled the seats. Left over from another train, I mused, and looked at them with some curiosity. It being June, the weather was hot, but not too hot for me to take my stand on the back platform. It was not long before we crossed the mouth of the tunnel, that from this stand-point looked like the gate of the lower regions. The grade was heavy as we climbed higher and higher, curving in and out among masses of rock, and catching glimpses of the valley that looked like the plains of Paradise. ' So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, ' I quoted, my eyes resting on a. white village that nestled among the green fields. What a restful home one might make there ! That ' s Cowan, and the brakesman pointed relentlessly to my dream village. I turned away. We were in dense woods now, and I asked the brakesman, What is ' Sewanee? He looked at me in wondering amusement. It ' s a college. A qualm as of sea-sickness swept over me ; I cast a longing glance in the direction of Cowan. I thought with hatred of Jack who had inveigled me into such a scrape. I contemplated pitching the brakesman overboard.. I was in a bad temper.
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