UNDER THE MAPLES 



Alleghany ranges with their deep valleys cutting 

 across it from north to south; the world of fine 

 farms and rural homesteads in the eastern half, and 

 the great mining and manufacturing interests in 

 the western, the source of noble rivers; and the 

 storehouse of many of Nature's most useful gifts 

 to man. 



The great Lincoln Highway, of course, follows 

 the line of least resistance, but it has some formid- 

 able obstacles to surmount, and it goes at them very 

 deliberately; and, in a powerful car, gives one a 

 sense of easy victory. But I smile as I remember 

 persons with lighter cars standing beside them at 

 the foot of those long, winding ascents, nursing 

 and encouraging them, as it were, and preparing 

 them for the heavy task before them. An almost 

 perfect road, worthy of its great namesake, but an 

 Alleghany range which you cannot get around or 

 through gives the automobilist pause. 



As we were hurled along over the great highway 

 the things I remember with the most satisfaction 

 were the groups or processions of army trucks we 

 met coming east. The doom of kaiserism was 

 written large on that Lincoln Highway in that army 

 of resolute, slow-moving army trucks. Dumb, khaki- 

 colored fighters on wheels, staunch, powerful-look- 

 ing, a host of them, rolling eastward toward the 

 seat of war, some loaded with soldiers, some with 

 camp equipments, and all hinting of the enormous 



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