The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-04-17

ard becoming more valuable. as it works
for you, each year. If put TO work at
/ months old it labors for you SO months
1t viii have increased in value five hum
dred per cent, besides having done its
work we'll, in preparing and spreading
manure. 1t is to green crop mainly that
We have to look for the improvement of
our oVergrcwn plantations 1t is to green
crop and grain that we have to look for
a compile e remedy for the present (sup-
Iosed) scarcity Of labor. It is to green
crop and grain that we have to look for
full meathouses, full barns and fat
purses 1t is to green crop aad grain
that we have to look 70 save us from the
bankruptcy that cotton threatens Let
tue emblems of these crops be erected
npon standard, Gas the brazen serpent
was elevated in the wilderness for the
safety of the SHINING Israelites J that
our eyes may be turned towards them
as means Of healing .to, all our ueoes,
symbol Of deitrerance from impending
calanlities. Let us repent Of the evil We
have done in the service Of liking Cot
ton, force him to abdicate and become
our slave and w6fk in a rotation, instead
of l0rding it, as lie now does over every
foot of good soil upon the plantation.
Every plant that ministers to the wants
of man or beast seems to be agrieved.
Do you not witness the commotior =?
Can you not hear their cry, liberty,
fraternity, equaIity?" Down with the
tyrant who usurps but to impoverish.
Z" Up with the banner of equality, jolity.
prosperity" Let them rip" says old
1geU entrencAeI cotton" "My slaves
are a thousand" Their bosoms are
one" Like q sturdy old brick he ex-
poets to fight it out GA this. line, even if
il does take all the summer :" and whsn
the bowling winds of winter have black
ened his body and stript him of his para
pharnalia, his wind dried old carcass
upon which goat cannot live, still de-
family occupies his ground, as unyieId>
ing as a dead blackjack and upon whose
sapless, hardened frame his conqueror
frost has Inscribed dye! desolatior of
unnumbered Southern homes" But
! should his majesty revive next spring,
and marshal MS many followers, (who at
the close of last picking season com
planned that they " bad labored through
the heat and burden of the day and had
received but a penny each,) they will
enter upon more ertened Summer line
of operations, because of being irate,
from having so long, and so unavailing-
ly "kicked against the pricks." There
is no balm in agriculture for such an af-
Fiction. There is no physician there,
or elsewhere who can stop the vicious
handliEg Of the pedal members " agrifed
and fairfield in the Wandering Jew
tramp, from cotton on the brain" And
how about the condition of the soil upon
which King Cotton holds his throne
Let me first describe the effect of clover
upon the soil 1t sends its roots down
deep into the subsoiI in search Of food,
sei8ing by their God given endosmose
power, upon elements of fertility laying
below the sHsrt in-tHe poop reach of cot
ton, or corn or wheat, dragging them as
it were by the hair of their heads into
their cellular tissues, to be taken aloft
and deposited for future use upon the
surface. And at the very time Mr.. CIo-
YER is employing one hand in this direc>
ton, he using the other stuffing his many
mouths with ammonia from the atmos~
phere, which is is also to lie left upon
the surface for the use Of succeeding
crops. Then think of his admirable
mechanical effect upon the soil; of his
ton of roots alone, per acre enriching and
preventing its substance from washing
away-of its grateful covering from the
parching effects of the broiling sun that
is giving fits to the washed, leached and
hung out to dry cotton patch just
across the fence Think of the ton and
a half or two tons per acre of succulent
food it gives for horse, cow, hos and
sheep that will in duty bound drop-not
tear, but fatHess upon the fostering
earth, that in her turn will be grateful
for the favor bestowed. Upon the prin~
ciple no doubt, of "you tickle me, and
I'll tickle you" Whilst resting upon a
clover field, near to where it joined a
cotton patch, fancied l could hear the
elements of fertility, under the clover
sod, as they jostIed each other in the
replenished earth, singing hallelnjuhs
upon the change of tillage, thinking that
the agricultural millennium had come.
Old Mr.. Fertility, and Mrs Fertility and
the numerous family of big. little and
middle sized Fertilities and cousins
without number, AMI kinsfolk innumer
able, filing all space, Cike happy hui
mainly PACKED under circus tent, vocal
with praises of the good farmer, Thought
to be e sort of Santa Claus number ,, }
and Offering themselves, and all they
/ possessed to swell his barns with boun'
tiful harvest The lordly fat ribbed OK
and the slothful, heavy bodied porker
crush along upon whole households o.
fsrtilities, snatching off heads of thou
sands ofthe closely packed natives. WHO
cares for the masbing, or snatching II
this densely packed fertility community
Each one is as happy and Indifferent t,
the haphazards of life as Tom O'Shante
could ever have been with his hide full o
good Scotch whisky.
I'VE tiPpery, fear evil
We usqusbaugh ven face the d-l.'
But, bark listen to the howlin