220 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW ; 



or fifteen acres, stretching to the Arrarat river in the front. 

 The analysis of this spring is the same as the Greenbrier, of 

 Virginia. You can see the sulphur crystalized and encrusted 

 upon the walls of the rock enclosing the spring. For dyspep- 

 sia, catarrh, cutaneous, liver and kidney affections, wonderful 

 cures have been effected. Near this spring are the Blue Ridge 

 pinnacles, said by an extensive tourist to be the greatest curi- 

 osity in North America, exxjepting Niagara Falls alone. 



Twelve miles south of Mt. Airy is the Pilot mountain. 

 Ascending from the lower hills that surround its base, it rises 

 near 2,000 feet in a cone shape. When near the apex, it 

 seems to have been cleft in twain horizontally and the segment 

 patted up, corn-dodger fashion, into a ball, and then set back 

 aoain, on top. I walked round in a well-worn path under the 

 rim of this dome, a circumference of one mile, affording a 

 beautiful view of the surrounding countiy, looked down upon 

 a thousand tobacco farms. To ascend the top of the dome 

 ladders have to be used, and on the very top is a patch of for- 

 est timber, about ten acres. Half way up the mountain is a 

 bold spring of delicious water, gushing out from under the 

 ledges. On last Easter Sunday I met on the Pilot a large 

 crowd of Surrians, who make it their custom to spend Easter 

 on the mountain. I persuaded some of the young folks to 

 sing "Nearer My God to Thee," as we sat on rocks under the 

 dome, started a club for The Weekly Constitution and prom- 

 ised to write an article about Surrey county for The Constitu- 

 tion. I cannot omit to mention an old time wooden clock, 

 ten feet high, that I saw in a corner of a Surrey dwelling — an 

 inimitable grandfather's clock. To how many generations it 

 has ticked the destruction of time, and to how many more it 

 will mark the passing hour, who can tell ? Surrey county, N. 



