Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 March 1917 — PROUD OF STATIONS [ARTICLE]

PROUD OF STATIONS

ENGLISH RAILROAD LINES HAVE MANY PRETTY ONES. Bome Artificially Beautified and Some Situated in Naturally Charming Spots—Lakeside on Very Edge of Windermere. Probably the railroad station In England which can boast of being most “beautiful for situation” is that of Grange-over-Sands, in FurneSs. The Furness railroad in its course from Arnside to Barrow, hugs the northern shore of Morecambe bay, and at. Grange the sea almost washes the platform of the station at high tide, whilst when the tide is out a great stretch of shining white sand gleams in the sunshine. ——

On the other side of the line the traveler sees a sort of transformation scene —in summertime, at least —an exquisite garden of emerald lawns and gay parterres and dancing fountains, and behind this a lovely little town embowered in trees, and behind this again, yet quite close at hand, a high hill crowned with leafage. Yes, the railroad station at Grange will take a lot of beating. ■Perhaps the station which comes nearest to winning the beauty prize from Grange is another on the same system —Lakeside station. This is not an attractive station in itself, but its situation on the very edge of Windermere, the queen of the English lakes, makes It very notable. You step out of the station on the little lake steamboat to continue your journey into that lakeland which is the largest area in England without a railroad. Another beautifully situated station is the one at Llangollen. It is built on the bank of the Dee, and close to it is the quaint old bridge and the steep old village, and on either hand the lovely hills, one of them crowned castle, and as far as the eye can see the wonderful dale or vale scenery. Quite a number of stations on the Midland in the Peak district are very notably situated, such as Matlock Bath, with the High Tor towering above it, and Bakewell and Miller’s Dale, with their far-extending views. But a rival to any of these is the Warren Halt at Folkestone. It occurs just before the train runs into* the Shakespeare Cliff to reappear at DOYet.. and the last scene, .before plunging into darkness is the lovely Warren, beloved of picnickers and blackberry gatherers. This notable bit of scenery is undoubtedly the result of a catastrophe a thousand years old or so, a mighty landslide when the cliff gave way and billions of tons of earth and rock slid into the sea. —London Tid-Blts. ’