The Call of the Unknown 



apple blossoms shed their snowy fra- 

 grance. The orioles and tanagers were 

 singing of an earth re-born, as the 

 young wife said a tearful farewell to 

 her Shenandoah home; drawn into the 

 maelstrom of one of the most sig- 

 nificant of all human migrations in 

 our country's history. All her accus- 

 tomed comforts left behind forever; 

 for in her case these were never to be 

 quite regained. She did not know that 

 this was to be her fate. She had youth 

 and hope and faith, and a Good Book 

 I have often seen went with her into 

 the western wilds. And she could ride 

 with any man where sound-limbed 

 Virginia mounts could climb. 



I have stood upon the old Indian 

 trail over which they and countless 

 others passed in their great adventure, 

 at the point where they rested for the 

 night, where now "The Greenbriar" 

 in all its beauty ministers in modern 

 state to those who know White Sul- 

 phur Springs. A monument here fit- 



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