Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1869-04-15
AgrifnItnra1 department.
THOUGHTS ON A RAINY DAY.

THOUGHTS ON A RAINY DAY.
Editors Southern Cultivator II have
long been thinking that the cotton growing
portion of these disunited States, have been
pursuing phantasmagoria, that has led
them through swamps of mud, across Ia
goons of quagmire, all dismal and dark,
instead of along the high way decorated
with flowers and fruits, and grazing herds
and playful lambs, and colts and kids, and
fat sleek stock of all kinds, and full cribs
of corn and wheat, and rye and oats, and
smoke houses laden with plenty of fat ba-
con and lard, and syrup and sugar.
Oh, how pleasant earth should seem,
blessed as we are with mild, genial eli
mate, fertile soil, and everything in nature
and art, to make us Gods peculiarly happy
people. True, the past has been rough,
and our best blood has been poured out like
water on the land we love, Jehovah may &C
cept our sacrifice, consecrated upon the al
tar of liberty, and yet lead us through
pleasant places, where the vallies are all
smiling, and the people are all cheerful -
But will he do it, if we close our eyes to the
past, and like blind leaders of the blind,
still pursue a course of suicidal folly, that
blasted our hopes in 1867, and plunged our
cotton country in the slough Of despond
What if having run against the breakers in
1867, we remember the lesson, and steer
our bark in the clear sea of peace and
plenty, and each one of us say l care not
what course others may take, I will raise
my own provisions and after that what cot.
ton I can? Messrs. Editors, we have got.
ten fine price for our cotton. Our halt
crop of 1868 has brought US more money
than our full crop of 1867; are we fools
that we can't see that God sent the cater.
pillar to teach us lesson? But alas
where is our cotton money. We have moi
squandered it in luxurious living; true, but
what do the newspapers say. 'From one
to twelve thousand bushels of grain pass
daily over the State road, and there has
already passed twenty thousand mules.
|-Dalton Paper.
ga Big SALE.-The largest sale of mules
made at this point this season, was made
yesterday, by VIM. Bouden, Of Millersburg
Bourbon county, KY. He sold twenty
mules for the round price of 1925 each, anc
twenty others at $3.50 each to Pennington
of Montgomery, Alabama-making an av
erage of $207, for forty head, out Of the
same lot. '-Ertract from Mule 1Eader''
Letter, to the Paris Kentuckiam, January
29M.
IF from one to twelve thousand bushels
come over one road daily, how much to th'
South during the season, and how many
mules and hogs and horses, and thousand:
of pounds of salt pork and bacon and -four
This is where the money goes, and we poor
deluded fellows, in our haste to get rict
with cotton at twenty-five cents, can't see
that if we raised all that we spend our mon
ey for, and after that what cotton we could
that we could then get fifty cents per lb
as easily as now rs cents, to say nothing
of the pleasure of feeling that we were in
dependent of the Negro and the Yankee
and the grain grower, and the mule and the
hog raiser, and that for one half the cotton
we could realize double the money.
Let US for moment speculate as to thu
the effect of this course. We would neet
no emigration societieS-Othello occupa
ton would be gone, in the grain growing
States; the high price of cotton, woule
make our cotton lands eminently desirable
and consequently valuable; emigration
would flow to them, and those who OWL
them would have an inexhaustible treasure
to bequeath to their children. We woulc
not need more than one.half the laborers
that we now have, and instead of being al
the mercy of lazy, thievish, demoralized
impudent set of negroes, we would again
establish our supremacy, and dictate oul
own terms for employment, or have thei,
places filled with intelligent laborers of ou,
race. Labor would succumb to capital, in
stead as now, capital to labor. Are these
ideas visionary? challenge controversy
and can prove by actual demonstration, thai
I point out the road to happiness, ease,
peace and wealth. Why should we send
our raw cotton thousands of miles to have
it spun and wove, when at our doors the
swift running brook is ready to do our bid
ding? Forget not the past-pursue wis
dom in the future, and not only raise your
own corn, but your beef, pork, mutton, sy:
rup and sugar, hogs, horses, mules, anc
wear the fleece of your own sheep. Their
my countrymen, your darkness will be turn
ed into light-your poverty into riches
your gloom into rejoicing, and your misery
into happiness, and our down trodden coun
try will rise like the Phoenix out of its OWL
ashes, and blossom as the rose.
Yours, respectfully,
GEO. w. G.. MUNRO.
COTTON AND PROVISIONS.
Tho nuaot;on of how muoh cotton shou1G