The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-04-13
Correspondence.

Mr.. MOOoRD.-SIR: 1t has lust occurred
to me that communication from this por-
tion of the country might not be unaccept-
able to you. But it is not my purpose to
writs to you of feuds, and wars, and bitter,
burning wrongs: these find place in every
letter that is written, and every paper that
is printed until I am heartily sick of it.
sick of din, and strife, and war of words
and almost wish Yankees, slavery, and
Southern rights had never existed!
wish to tell you just one word or more
about our little village and It's ''gude folk.''
Our forest community is looking up, and
doubtless has bright days in its future.
Business has recommended, having been
suspended by the devastating war that has
just swept over our land. The soil every
where is being turned over, and ere many
months cotton win reign supreme. Spring
is paying US an early visit, and green
wheat fields, blooming peach trees, busy
bees, and budding forsts attest her presence.
From every field arise the tillers' cheerful
song. The orocus, the cowslip, and the
sweet-scented hyacinth are breaking their
beds, and peeping out - tell US that Spring
is coming.
To stranger, this locality and its sur
roundings is rather picturesque and beauti-
full. High hills, grassy dales, and steep
bluffs are mingled with the landscape. But
scenery with which we have long been
familiar, assumes tame aspect, and rarely
excites admiration or surprise, because the
novelty which creates such feelings soon
passes aWay--at least such is the case with
me-having been immured within these
hills for FIVE yerrs, four of which, being
kept here by the war that has not1ong since
ceased, and later, for want Of conveyance.
having been relieved of everything Of that
kind through military necessity"
The business portion of our little hamlet
is situated upon an eminence, and has the
invariable concomitantsi Of all villages
noisy workshops, busy mills, mill -wrighta
school masters and talking danes. "a
At the foot Of the hiu. stretching south
ward. lies A.tle valley, dotted with COM
Portable home-farms, and lined on either
side by high hills, on whose sides grow the
majestic oak, the broad d-leafed hickory, the
empowering beech, interspersed with small
er ornamental growth, among which may
be seen the bright holly; and twining
among all, the wild grape-yines, clasPing
the branches Of the loftiest trees, and hang
ing in graceful festoons.
Through the valley winds babbling
stream, along whose banks many sunny
day have strayed, and watched the fnny
t tribe throw themselves above its surface
t and as they met the descending rays of tn,
sun, glitter like so many pieces of burnish
ed silver. at the head of the valley, rising
abruptly from the waters edge, is a high
. steep bluff, and It is from rustic seat ol
this bluff, formed by the jutting of rocl
t against venerable old beech, that I writ
YOU this letter. Beneath my feet the Wate
ripples along in a soft, continuous murmur
. on each side rise the rugged walls of rock
: covered with evergreens, and far above me
through the interlaced limbs of tall tree
p that are Just putting forth their buds, brigh
patches Of blue sky are seen. 1t is a viii
and beautiful spot, and sweetare the associ
ations that cluster around it, It is here
used to come when child for the frs
Spring flowers. About these cragged wall