Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-02-20
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see no reason why Louisville and Cincin.
natl should be so jealous Of one another, as
their interests are, for the most part, identical.
The thing for them to be afraid Of is St. Louis,
and not one another. While they are cutting
and quarreling and giving sly digs, and talk.
ing about peanuts and lager beer, and the
amount they respectively consume, St. Louis
is gobbling up the southern trade While
the two dogs fight she goes for the bone, to
use a happy comparison that fits commerce rs
well as certain cases in politics. St. Louis is
extending her trade all over the South, and
even in your own South Carolina she is get
ting much patronage that formerly went to
Cincinnati.
The population of Louisville, at the last
census, was a trife over one hundred thou
sand. Before the census was taken it was
reckoned at one hundred and fifty thousand,
and it might have been a good thing for the
property-holders of the city if it had never
been taken atall. To take out fifty thousand
people from city at one fell swoop, is not a
happy circumstance for corner lotspeculators.
| But Louisville was not alone in this matter.
Every city had to come down from their high
horses-down from the seventh heaven of ex-
pectancy to the dead level of actuality.
The winter has been hard one here, and
seriously interrupted all kinds of business.
| The cold has been intense for this latitude,
and many poor South Carolinian who goes
shivering through the city on his way West,
wishes he had remained in his sunny home,
and borne the evils that oppressed him there,
rather than to fly to others that he knew not
of. Of course, it is not as cold here as it is
farther north, but it is cold enough to make
mans knees shake together like a pair Of
bones in the hands of negro minstrel, when
the wind has fair sweep. As 1 write l look
out of the northern window and see the ice
gorged Ohio, with chunks in it as large as
town lots in Yorkville. Near the centre a
channel is opened, and through it the smaller
pieces grind along, knocking up against the
larger pieces and making dismal noises. It
looks as though if the whole thing should
take notion to 60 at the iron bridge be-
low, it might be in danger. By.the-way, the
bridge is as fine a specimen Of iron frame
work as ever saw. 1t is all iron but the
piers, and is over mile long. At distance
it looks rather slender for heavy trains. A
story is told of member of the Legislature
who got out Of the cars in the middle of it,,
saying that the I'D thing was too thin." !"
1t does look rather thin, that's fact.
There is not much going on in Kentucky
now, except terribly wordy war between one
Senator Webb, and the editor of the Courier
Journal. The unhappiness is something
about the Kentucky Lottery Library Associa-
tion or whatever the name of the thing is,
which sells tickets to greenhorns, gets their
money and returns them blanks. Not always
blanks to be sure, but so near it that man
stands FIVE times more chances to die than he
does to draw a prize. Webb has been pitch
ing into the lottery, and Watterson holds up
for it, and consequently war of words of gi-
gantic dimensions.
The Cou1er-Journal is the leading paper Of
the State if not of the South. You have no
doubt often heard of Henry Watterson, the
editor. In the last few years he has risen to
the front rank of journalists. He is Ten.
nesseean, and came from the mountains, being
son of Harvey Watterson, many years a
member of Congress from that State. In
person, he is very small, weighing not over a
hundred and ten pounds Unfortunately, he
has lost the sight from one eye, and the other
is so defective that he has to hold it within
two inches Of the paper when he reads or
writes. Yet, he accomplishes vast amount
of work-enough to make strong men of good
eye.sight ashamed of themselves. He is fully
as blind as Prescott, the historian; and how
he labors under the disadvantage, and accom-
plishes so much, is wonder to his friends.
Mr.. Watterson has enemies in this State by
the thousand, and the most active of them
started the Daily Ledger to break him down,
but succeeded in doing nothing beyond the
sinking ofsixty thousand dollars. The Ledger
is now an evening paper, and the Courier
Journal is master of the situation. MEMO.
CINCINNATI, February II, 1873.