]'2 THE FOGY DAYS AXD NOW; 



FAIRFIELD VALLEY, NORTH CAROLINA, 



\ /ale of Avoca, have never seen, 

 " But Fairfield would beat it, I ween ; 

 On a knoll, in that lovely vale, 

 Sat our cottage, gem of the dale. 



By a brooklet so chrystal clear. 

 Sky-scraping mountains in the rear ; 

 East there flowed the cleanest river, 

 As limpid as the Gaudalquiver. 



This river's name was Toxi-way, 

 Doubtless is running there to-day ; 

 And there sported the spangled trout, 

 'Twas my delight to lift them out. 



Across the river, mountain chain. 

 Making ofl" from the Blue Ridge main. 

 To the left, and also parallel, 

 Walls of blue rock, remember well. 



As rounding high, a thousand feet, 

 Which do, too, the Blue Ridge meet; 

 And Fairfield Valley lies between, 

 Nor fairer vale was ever seen. 



In contour oval to the eye, 

 And level doth its bottoms He ; 

 The river heads north, full in sight. 

 From a thousand rills with waters bright, 



