Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1873-09-13
NOTES FROM THE SENIOR LOCAL.

On or when we would return. That
morning about noon found us at the
residence of our cousin, Aquilla Grant,
near Parsons Creek, three miles west
of that ancient and finished town of
Port Royal. At this point we estab-
lished headquarters, where we have
been kindly furnished conveyance to
bushwhack at pleasure, which has ten
ded greatly to recuperate our toll worn
system. and restore that vitality that
had we'll nigh forsaken us. We have
purposelyrefrained from writing sooner
ON account of the shattered condition
of our nerves, but now feel that we
have nerve sufficient to put down a
few random notes, gathered by the
way-side.
THE CROPS
in this neighborhood are very good
corn and tobacco very promising, but
the farmer is as busy as bee in a cask
of sugar, trying to exterminate the
tobacco worms, which appear to be
masters of tie situation" and will,
doubtless, destroy a vast amount of
the weed. The cutting of this staple
product will be commenced in earnest
this week, large quantities being ready
now for the knife. Farm hands are
very scarce, and what is worse, not re-
liable. Some systematized labor must
be brought about or agricultural pur-
suits will net pay more than meagre
subsistence.
We attended a
BARN RAISING
on the premises of my cousin, Joseph
Grant, a few days since. The boss
workman was Col. James Lockert, who
fought through the war like a true sol
der. and has now changed his vocation
of raising yankees to that of raising
barns-and he is as good at the latter
as he was at the former The timbers
all being framed, the neighbors met
and assisted in the raising, after which
all partook of sumptuous repast,
prepared in Mrs. Grants good style.
Uncle Alfred Herring was on hand to
barbecue the mutton for the occasion.
In passing down Parsons Creek, a
short distance from where we are stop
ping, may be seen some of the timbers
of an old grist mill, where, / am in
formed, our worthy townsman, Peter
Oneal, told corner-post,) used to carry
corn to be ground when very small
boy. suppose he had the corn in
one end of the bag and a rock in the
other to strike balance.
We attended preaching at
GRANTS CHAPEL,
Sunday, August 3lst. We there heard
Rev. w. A. Turner for the first time.
He delivered an interesting and in
structive sermon TO a small but intel
ligent and appreciative audience.
DIR. Ringgold, of our city, has been
having services at
WHITE CHAPEL.
We hear him highly complimented as
a man and preacher by those who heard
him.
We learn that large shed will be
built near
MOUNT CARMEL
sometime next year for religious pur-
poses. Those who attend will carry
lunch and spend the day.
On Saturday, 9th inst, We attended
the
SUNDAY SCHOOL CELEBRATION
at Mt. Carmel. This was our first
visit to that hospitable neighborhood.
We arrived at the church about 10
o o'clock, and found about 400 persons
already assembled. The pupils of Viii
liams' Chapel Sunday School united
in this celebration. Seats were ar
ranged in the grove, and commodi-
Gus stand, neatly decorated, was there
for the speakers. Whilst the excellent
singing, conducted by Mr.. Atkins, who
is fine singer and teacher, was going
on. we circulated through the crowd
and grasped the hand of many old and
valued friends. About IL O'Clock,
Rev. Mr.. Turner, read the programme
of the day. The exercises were open
ed with prayer by Rev. DIR. West, after
which Rev. Mr.. Turner introduced
our young friend and townsman, Ar
thur Munford, Esq, who delivered
short but very appropriate address.
The touchingly beautiful story, he re-
lated of the little girl who was thrown
from a window, by drunken father,
and made cripple for life-afterwards
taken in charge by noble hearted
lady, a sabbath school teacher, and
taught lessons of wisdom that fitted
her for eternal life, was a speech of
itself. This act; on the part OF her
teacher, showing the blessings that
will accrue to unselfish teachers OF
Sunday school children, adding bright
stars in their coronet in the great here
after. Mr.. Munford's short address
was well conceived and delivered with
but little embarrassment. His voice
was rather low, but to young man
unused to speaking in the open air,
his respectful hearers knew how to
make all due allowance. After song
by the classes, Rev. }. b. West, ID. d.,
arose and addressed the audience,
most of whom were his old aequaint-
ances and friends. He feelingly re-
ferred to the ties of friendship that
existed between the good people of
Mt. Carmel neighborhood and himself.
He had known them long and loved
them tenderly. He said that mingling
with and studying each others charac-
teristies enabled us to rub off the
rough corners and angles and make us
better friends, and make the world