The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1855-09-25
From the Southern Patriot.
The Cashmere Goat.

Nothing connected with the agricultural wealth
and improvement of the country should attract
more attention than the breeding and rearing
the Cashmere goat. 1t is known that few
years since, Dr.. Davis, of Columbia, on his return
from Turkey, brought with him few of those
animals. The most Of the original stock are
now in the possession and under the management
Of Mr. Peters, of Georgia who is the principal
of the Cashmere Goat Company-Dr. Davis and
Col. Summer, of this State, having an interest
in it. These animals, with one in New York,
one in Virginia, and third owned by Col.
Hampton, comprise the whole Of the pure breed
in this country, as ain informed.
If future developments shall verify the ex-
perimcnts already made, land Of which there is
very little doubt,) there is TO enterprise in which
any one can engage which promises so abun-
dant yield; as rich, however, as these promise,
they arc as nothing in comparison to the general
wealth which may be added to the agricultural
interests Of the country.
It's SAID that one:tourM Of the pure stock
will combine all that is required, both to texture
and quantity Of the fleece. These remarks have
been elected BY the examination of Cashmere
buck Of three quarter stock, now at Chicks
Springs. lie was lambed in May, and, in size,
will compare favorably with the ordinary pure
goat of the country, although he is but three
months old his fleece (if some Of this red clay
were washed of) would be as white as snow, and,
as to beauty and 6neness exceeds anything |
have ever seen. Its worth long ride to look at
this gentleman.
This mountainous country is, BY nature, pecu-
liarly adapted to the wants, habits and character
of this animal. and it remains to he seen who
will be first to seize upon this prize. M.
CROMWELL AND HIS DAucuTER.- Guizot re
lates the following: Being informed that llar.
rpgton was about to publish the republican
Utopy, the Oceans" Cromwell, then in the
fulness of his power, ordered the manuscript to
be seized at the printers and brought to White
hall. After vain endeavors to obtain its restora.
ton Harrington III despair resolved to apply to
the Protectorate's favorie daughter, Lady Clay
pole, who was known to be friend to literary
men, and always ready to intercede for the
unfortunate While he was waiting for her in
the ante room some Of Lady Claypole's women
passed through the room, followed BY her daugh'
ter, little girl three years Of age. Harrington
stopped the child and entertained her so anus.
iugly that she remained listening to him till her
mother entered. MADAM" said the philoso-
pher setting down the child, whom he had taken
in his arms, "'Tis well you are come at this
nick Of time or had certainly stolen this pref.
ty little baby" Stolen her" replied the mother,
"pray What to do with herr" MADAM" said
lie, though her charms assure hers considerable
conquest yet must sayit is not love, but revenge,
that prompted me to commit the theft" "Ah,"
answered the lady again, "what injury have |
done you that you should steal my child g.
None at ALL" replied he. "bnt that you might
be induced to prevail with your father to do me
justice by restoring my child that he has stolen;"
and he explained TO Lady Claypole the cause of
his complaint. She Immediately promised 10
get his book for him, if it contained nothing
prcjudiciaI 10 her fathers Government. He AS
sured her it was only kind of political romance,
and so far from any treason against her father
that he hoped to be permitted to dedicate it to
him and he promised to present her ladyslip
with one Of the earliest copies. Lady CIaypole
kept her word, obtained the restitution of the
manuscript, and Harrington dedicated his work
to the Protector.
FIGHTING on EQUAL lERMS.--l VIII tell you
a little incident that occurred in Georgia, many
years ago. Judge IT,, celebrated duellist, who
had lost his leg and who was known to be q
dead shot, challenged Col. D., q gentleman of
great humor and attachments. The friends
tried to prevent the NJ" ;, but to no effect.
The parties met on the Ind, when Col. d.
was asked if he was rea,. =.
"No," he replied.
"What are you waiting for them" inquired
fudge rs second.
why, sir" said Col. D., al have sent my
boy into the woods to hunt bee gum to put
my leg in, for don't intend to give the Judge
any advantage over me. You see he has
wooden lcg7'
The whole party roared with laughter, and
the thing was so ridiculous that it broke up the
fight. Col. D. was afterwards told i, would
sink his reputation.
"Well," he replied, 1T can't sink me lower
than bullet can"
"But urged his friends, the papers will be
filled about yon."
SWELL" said he, 81 would rather fill fifty
papers than one coffin."
No one ever troubled the Colonel after that.