A Trip to Pisgah This article appeared in the May 25, 1887 issue of the county paper. See Map I for the location of Mt. Pisgah. The only thing remaining of Mt. Pisgah is the small cemetery, located about one mile west of Hwy. 53 and three miles southwest of Laneburg. The church no longer exists. Last Sunday was a big day at Mt. Pisgah. Quite a large number of young folks went from Emmet. We left Emmet at 8 o'clock. The sun was bright and everything had the appearance of a beautiful day. We had a shady ride most of the way, now and then coming across a small stream filled with clear, running water, then we would go whizzing by large farms and after a drive of about five miles, we came to the bridge across Carouse Creek. This stream is noted for fine fish and beaver. Just before the bridge lies Uncle Johnny Mathews large farm. He is one of the oldest settlers and best farmers of the county. His well improved farm and beautiful crops show Uncle Johnny is no snide farmer. We soon left his place far behind and the next one that presented itself was that of Uncle Johnny Weaver. He is another old settler and good farmer. He came here in the good old days, when one could step out and kill a deer anytime and anywhere. When everybody had their own hogs and hominy at home. On and on we went from that good old place, up and down valleys where everything was adorned with nature's sweetest gifts; then we would ascend a long slope at the summit of which there would present itself a beautiful farm, with all situated thereon to make one happy. We passed Uncle Drewery Fore's place. His crops looked fine. A few miles further on we came to Uncle Lawrence Pirtle's farm. He has a fine orchard, beautiful farm, and splendid crops. After passing his place, we passed several nice little farms, the owners we did not know. Next, we leave the main road, and took a country road. We had to do some careful driving to get through, but in about a mile we came in sight of the noted church , Mt. Pisgah. The grounds were covered with horses and other modes of conveyance. The woods was ringing with music coming from the crowd assembled before the great old church. We could not tell why they were gathered together out there, but we brought our horses to a halt, and alighting, tied our stock and proceeded to make our way to the assembly. After entering the crowd, we soon beheld what was the matter. They were singing over an old man--the last time in this low ground of sorrow. They were soon lowering his remains in his final resting place. It was old man Mr. Azlin who lived near Prescott. After the burial, as many as could entered the church for divine worship and heard an excellent sermon. Dinner was then spread for all and everybody was satisfied. When dinner was over, we enjoyed ourselves in social converse and viewing the beautiful scenery. About 2 o'clock, we started our return to Emmet. We came by Dr.Wren's and got some good water and pretty flowers. He has a large farm and nice residence. A slight shower of rain greeted us enroute home where we arrived at 4 o'clock, finding things as we left them.