CESAR'S HEAD, CHIMNEY ROCK 89 
slopes of the Blue Ridge the cotton resembles the 
corn in its sparse growth. The red soil shows through 
even at maturity, and as summer advances the mel- 
low reds, yellows, and bronzes of the leaves and 
stems cover the cotton-fields with a rich brocade of 
colors. 
When we descend to the cotton country in quest 
of Caesar's Head, we cross into South Carolina and 
follow well-known and very red roads beneath the 
eastern front of Hogback and the line of low, rounded 
forms that lie beyond it, and that end in the abrupt 
and shining cliffs of Glassy Mountain. Now, the real 
cause for a pilgrimage to Caesar's Head is the view 
you get of the lowlands that lie spread, three thou- 
sand feet below you, a magical sea of light and color 
as far as the eye can reach. For whatever else the 
high mountains may offer, you must come to some 
favored crest of the Blue Ridge for these thrilling 
views of the Southern lowlands. 
From Glassy Rock, on the top of Glassy Moun- 
tain, there is an outlook rivaling that from Caesar's 
Head, and here some day you will go, up over a 
road so execrable that you will finally leave the car- 
riage and walk, or else you will perhaps ride horse- 
back the whole distance. Upon ascending Glassy, 
one's first full view of the lowlands is from a sharp 
turn in the road, whence on a clear day you see them 
quivering below you, reaching away and away until 
they enter the sky at the far horizon. Then glimpses 
of them come and go, caught through a green veil 
of pine trees that wonderfully intensifies the blues 
