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whose artistic touch on the piano would command the admira- 

 tion of Peachtree circles in the gate city of the South. An- 

 other young lady is a finished cabinet workman, as well as an 

 accomplished musician, who handles the saw and chisel, 

 and the piano keys with equal talent and facility, possessing 

 a superb and cultivated voice, and is the organist of the Bap- 

 tist church. 



The finest wool blankets, cassimeres and jerseys are manu- 

 factured here by the Moore Brothers. 



In sight of Mt. Airy is the birth-place of Daniel Boone, of 

 Kentucky fame. His name is still to be seen chiseled out on a 

 rock by his own hands, in the yard of the old homestead. 

 Spending a night at the dilapidated old town of Rockford, we 

 stabled our horse in the room of the old court house where 

 Andrew Jackson was admitted to practice law and where he 

 pleaded his first case. Just across the line, in Patrick county, 1 

 was pointed out the birthplace of J. E. B. Stewart, of con- 

 federate fame. In Wilkes, an adjoining county, our Governor 

 John B. Gordon's father was born and lived for many years, 

 and where bis relative. General J. B. Gordon lived and won 

 great distinction. From Wilkes county a part of my own an- 

 oestry came, on the Hackett side. Mt. Airy is built on a beau- 

 tiful white speck eled granite rock, the disentegration of 

 which has imparted a whitish color to the soil for miles around. 

 This granite works up well, and there now lies at the quarry a 

 slab, without a break, two feet wide and ninety-two feet in 

 length. 



My old friend Charley Lewis carried me out to see the cele- 

 brated White Sulphar Springs, four miles from town — a most 

 lovely })lace. The hotel sits in a cove under the foot-hills of 

 the Blue Ridge, with a lawn, covered with shade trees of ten 



