Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1870-05-18
FROM THE COUNTRY BRENT-
WOOD-THE CROPS-DOG LAW,

&kOM THE COUNTRY - BIEENT,
RWOOD-TUE CROPS-DOG LAW
ETC.
To the Editors Of the UnioR'and American:
Mr.. John Overton and Col. Thomas
Claiborne were appointed delegates &c
represent the Sih district in the convention
on the 2lst inst. Two better selections
could not have been made.
Two magistrates win be elected for the
Sth district at the August election.
The wild woods are looking beautiful,
with their coat of variegated green; with
their unframed vines climbing the mighty
oaks.
1t is feared by many that the caterpillar
will again make its appearance. They
have destroyed great amount of timber
in tins neighborhood in the last year or
two.
The farmers all seem TO be in good
spirits at the fair prospects for good crops.
Wheat and oats never looked better; and
there is more ground sown than last year.
The corn is very backward also the cot
ton, on account of the late cold SPELL
There will be some fruit, but the old ones
say not more than half crop.
Brentwood, athriving little village stu
aied directly on the liueof Williamson and
Davidson counties, and in one of the most
picturesque aud fertile regions of Middle
Tennessee, is still pushing ahead, and ev
erything and everybody look like ''busi-
ness" A new and attractive store has
just been opened by the well-known citi-
zens of the neighbOrhOod: G. w. Wilkin-
Son, Robt. Scales, Chas. Cleland and G.
w. Harris. They are dong a good bust
ness. A good many choice building lots
are for sale; several sold lately.
A large portion of the population here
and vicinity are colored citizens, Tor
branches of the Fifteenth Amendment
They all seem to be contentcd, happy and
industrious. Most of them are employed
on the farms, get good wages, and arc
paid punctually. They say they dread
these scslawag- carpetbaggers more than
anybody else; no fears of Ku1lux. If
Brownlow, Fletcher 6 Co. will just let us
alone, we'll soon reconstruct and fill
our cribs ourselves. The iron horse makes
his Irregular trips on time; stops at the
woodward here TO take on a little more
'fOrage, oils his joints, and then bounds
off through the rich fields and dense for
ests of old Williamson.
The candidates for County Court Clerk
of Williamson county, are having a lively
time canyassing, good many aspirants,
and all confident of success.
There is strong talk by influential men,
of erecting saw and grist mill at this
place, and opening a county road run
ming due East, and inter secting with the
Owen and Winstead pike. Both are
much needed.
Ny friend ''NimrOd'-who by the
way, is almost as great a hunter as ''Old
MIN" was, and expect is a little better
shot ''On the wing''-wants to know if
you couldn't pursuade the City Council,
to put that dog law" into operation, at
an early day; he's very impatient, has
40 dogs, (of the cur, bull and mixed
breeds already engaged land the number
increasing every day. to take down when
the slaughtering commences. As the police
are paid so much head for scalping and
retail the hide, this will be of great
benefit to them, they will be duly noti-
fed on day of arrival. The people here
are all too superstitious to kill dog or
cat, they say they will never have any
more luck.
-Nimrod is anxious to have this gen.
eral tax for the county, for the benefit of
sheep raisers ana soap makers. The old
women say, ''The nasty ours eat all my
soap grcesc up So, there is a terrible
fuss kicked up every wash day. He is
willing to pay a heavy tax on his cele-
bratcd Pointer, if the bull dogs and ours
can be put down to about three in fam
ily, 10 start on, and then decrease the
number to one. Let this piece of poetry
be a warning 10 men that own fighting
dogs. Here was the luck of a man that
owned one and
THE FATE OF FIGHTING DOG.
A man, he owned a terrier dorg-
-bOb-taied, emery cuss,
Aud that there purp got that there man
In many an ugly muss;
For the man he was on his muscle,
And the dorg on his bite,
50 to kick that dorg-goned animile
Was sure to raise fight
woman owned Thomas cat,
That at at fifteen pound;
And other cats got up and slid
When that there cat round,
The man and his dorg came along one day,
Where the woman she did dwell,
And the purp he grOwled ferOciOusly,
Then went for the cat right well.
He tried to chaw the neck of the cat,
But the cat, he wouldn't be chawod,
50 he lit on the back Of that there dnrg
And bit and chawed! aud clawCd!
On! the hair Il flew and the purp he yOulel!
As the claws went into his hide
And chunks of flesh were peeled from his back:
Then ne fummuxed, and kicked aud died,
The man he ripped, and Cussed and sworc.
As he gathered q big hrickbAt,
That he would be burned essentially
II he didn't kill that cat
l But the woman allowed she'd be blessed if he did!
And snatched up an old shotgun,
Which she fired, aud peppered his OLD diaphragm
With bird-shct number one.
They toted him home window blind
And the doctor cured him up;
But he never was known to fight again,
Or to own another purp.
Folks may turn up their shoots at this rhyme,
dou't care a cuss for that!
An wanted 10 show is, that fighting dorgs
May tackle the wrong Tom cat.
ECtro