Footprints from the Mountains of Western Maryland, page 2
ton that the world ever produced, with plenty of other good and inviting dishes. That the mountain streams and those flowing through the glades were filled with delicious trout, affording rare pleasure for those who loved such sport. That I would find the atmosphere bracing and invigorating, imparting such an appetite as would enable me to eat anything placed before me and at the same time enjoy it.
These frank and cheerful assurances made such an impression that I determined I would at once turn my back upon the glare and heat of the city and take an outing in this favored region.
Accordingly, my traps were packed, and I felt a sort of proprietorship as I entered the train of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad, which was the first railroad to demonstrate the possibilities of mountain penetration, and proceeded on my outing.
So great was the change, so novel and charming were the surroundings at this, my objective point, Oakland, that my stay was prolonged for several weeks, and even now, in the evening of my life, the recollections of these glad hours in this then virgin country come stealing o'er me like the memories of lost music.
During the many intervening years I have seldom failed to make a pilgrimage thither in the summer or fall, remaining from one to two months. At that period Oakland had hardly risen to the dignity of a village. The place of prominence was the historic Glades Hotel, the first high-grade hotel established in the mountains between Baltimore and Wheeling, owned and conducted by the late John Daily, which as the years went by became popular with the summer tourists from all parts of the country, especially with those who came to enjoy hunting and fishing.
The most popular place of resort was a small frame building where "Mountain Dew" was dispensed; here the old mountaineers would congregate every Saturday evening and have a jolly good time until the small hours of the succeeding morn.
True, the march of civilization for a number of years, like the waves of the ocean beating against its shores, has made many inroads upon its rough and primitive beauties, still there is much, very much, left that is grand, poetic, romantic and untamed to render it attractive beyond the tongue to syllable or language to depict.
The thousands of glade meadows, the Big and Little Yough rivers, Sang Run, Deep Creek, Cherry Meadow Creek, Swallow Falls, Muddy Creek Falls, Hoye Run and Herrington Creek, have all become historic because of the fine trout that live in their waters. On Herrington Creek the finest hatching stream known to exist in the mountains, was located the first fish lake of any pretentions and was constructed under the direction of the late John W. Garrett, ex-President of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Co.
The popularity of these streams among fishermen has never
Ruth Enlow Library, Oakland
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Editor: Felix G. Robinson
Western Maryland, 1750-1963