[This is a poem by Mrs. Mary Bayard Clarke, written for and recited by Miss Bowen in a parlor at Warm Springs (now Hot Springs)]
"...A sample of the afternoon's long recitation, titled Racing Water, conveys its general flavor:
"Racing Water" who can paint thee,
With thy scenery wild and grand?
It would take a magic pencil
Guided by a master hand.
Down the canon's rocky gorges,
Now they wildly, madly sweep,
As with laughing shout exultant,
O'er the rocks they joyous leap.
Tah-kee-os-tee-- Racing Water--
Was thy sonorous Indian name,
But as 'French Broad' thou are written
On the white man's roll of fame.
Perish that! but live the other!
For on every dancing wave
Evermore is shown the beauty
Of the name the red man gave.
Of the name the red man gave."