Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1870-03-26

me- Thus, through the negligence
of somebody, and tho ihhhmsniiy
0f the BOmbAys officers. a battle
STARRED and historic ship has been
sunk, and as brave 4 crew Of officers
and men ns ever stood between her
dag and her enemies, have been lost
10 their friends and TO their country,
CALVERT, TENAs,-A eOrresp0n-
dent ~ the New Orleans Times has
been pholographing the scenes in
aud around this young city, Tho
following 10 an extract nom his let
ter:
Let us follow our man of the rab-
biz skin cap this morning, for hd
WAS eS'ricaled from the sen of mud
last night, and slept sOundly by his
mule, with the bruised head he had
belnbored so. No matter about tho
ten pounds Of mortar that has dried
upon lis boots-they never come
of lill he gets back TO his homo
again, 0n the Bois dare fork Of tho
Trinity. This morning, his hair on
end, aud his face scarce visible
through that same mortar, he is
around the smoking chunks Of his
lire, feeding the mules aud himself;
and before no can get that other
eye half opcn-he sleeps with ono
open-the sharks are alcr him.
lie has i've bales Of cotton on his
wagon yet, for he did not get what
he demanded yesterday, aud took
his load to Camps"
Thar stranger, not so deep with
your clcaver. Can't divide that
bnlc with you, onlcss you've got
the yaller boys; that cotton's Is
cents spcey, and that pound you're
grabbin' out'll buy Sally n pound o
conco."
Another and another broker tests
him. Offering II, 17a, l1s, and pass
cs on; for he has fixed his mind on
Is cents, because Jim Stallins, n
neighhor, from Pony Creek, got Is
yesterday; "and my cotton's better
nor his'n ever dar'd to be-"
Not getting the bid he sought, hO
trudgcs round through tho slush,
and enters half the stores in town,
and at last accepts l7s from his old
bosom friend Of last year-Tabor,
from whose store he is to take half
the proceeds in coffee, sugar, whis-
Ky, plows, "and other casting"
And now his "crap" goes tumbling
to the platform.
Bit how is this lyon have threo
brands "Yes; you see two's miho
this one, you see, o. X, means
Oliver Cross and that's my name
and these two with A. x, means
Adam Cross-thats dads name
and then this other balc-L.-is for
Tom Lee, neighbor, watts got only.
one leg. lie raised this and picked
it his self. Sence the war he goes
limpln' about, and maturity Ewes
amongst the neighbors, and we all
try to help him. lie don't want
much-.rOm don't. But then he's
got the best old mother in tho
world, | recon and Tom jist loves
her as ilho was a baby. He was only
sixteen when tho dam Yank shot
his leg oil, at the Pea Ridge. |
was right by him-carried him boz
hind II tree; and he jist said, "Oli:-
ver, it'll kill me-but tell mother
didn't rim, but stood up to them
Take care of my poor old mother-
OF. ] never seen him again till /
cumo. home, after the breakup, and
he was Il tryin' to plow-Tom was
| and il maturity mado me cry"
| X X \ 4 X *
IN every store, around every cor:
ncr, this samo trading ard loading
up for the far frontier is progress
ing. About three hundred wagons;
half cmigrant and halftrading their
cotton for merchandise, are loaded,
and started from this city in the
woods every day; and as many
more fill their places tomorrow.
Two hundred tons of interior pro-
ductiuns received and two hundred
and fifty disbursed daily is no ex-
travagant estimate for the trade of
Calvert. Some days will double
this quantity, and others, Of course,
fail short.
But let us bid adieu to our magi-
cal city OF Calvert. Next year you
will scarce recognize it; for half it's
houses, aud most Of its people, will
move forward to Bremond, whero
the railroAd will then terminate.
These scenes will never be witness,
cd here again !; and though tho
ruins Of this city will not much re-
semble those of Baalbcc or Troy,
still we would not suffer it at once
to pass into oblivion; but preserve,
at least for period, the memory of
its life and varied scenes, for now
it has its hotels and saloons, its
gambling bells, its prisons, and it's
bayoncts. IL has, too, its theatres
and schools and more, and bcttor
than all, IFS churches, which shall
survive the decsdence we have sad
Iy to anticipate.
FARMING AS A BUslNEss.-Tho
Rural New Yorker has correspon-