The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1875-05-27

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their money continuous though sonemha nia
meaper stream, that nourshes the town. Cot
tom for the staple meal, and strangers tor the
dessert. There are two remedies for the eVilS
here. One is to wrest from the negro right
which should never have been granted--the
right of suffrage The other, an emigration
from the North to sufficient extent OF over
coming the numerical superiority OF race
whose stupendous ignorance has been the cause
of 81 much disaster. The latter remedy would
create the former, but what intelligent strang,,
er would risk an investment here? 1t wouio
he like opening iewelry store next door to
the cavern of the forty thieves. With gov
erning white race, capital and energy, Char'
lesion could be made one of the greatest OF the
seaboard cities. She could build railroad
west to the Mississippi, striking, at Games
Landing, complete the unfinished ROAD from
the latter point to the Ouachita, ana from tnere
TO Fulton to the Red river above the raft, ana
from there up the Red river. which from i!s
source runs due east to Fulton. From tais
point connection with the southern racine
would tell the story. This railroad would cross
the yery heart of the cotton belt, and make
Charleston the cotton port of America. With
the completion Of the Southern Pacific, it would
he the shortest route from San Francisco to
the sea. But not in our day will this be ac-
complished King Cuhee may, for all we
know. vet reign in South Carolina. What
contrast between the present and the days. OF
Calhoun. Once that idol of South Carolina
addressed a graduating class Of the college, at
Columbia, 4 think "Young gentlemen" he
said. remember that the eyes Of the entire
world are fixed upon you." They believed it,,
solemnly, firmly. They believed that when
pater familias in London prepared to say grace
at the morning meal, he said "my children
look to South Carolina-for what we are about
to receive" &c.-that the sailor in the Pacific
when driving his harpoon into whale looked
longing TO South Carolina, and that the poor
invalid returning from sunny Italy only to die
midway on the voyage, with his last gasp beg
ged to be lifted up so that he might look once OF,
more in the direction of South Carolina. Inc
arrogance and vanity of the people or tue
State was so enormous that to the stranger II
was bewildering puzzle The memory OF
their folly is all that is left them now.
This city is one of the gateways to Jackson
vile, Florida, place which had suddenly
oomed up as the great winter resort OF slck ana =
the listless, lazy people to whom the olasts OF
the wintry North are bores of gigantic magnl-
tude. All winter travel forfhe South has JACK
sonyille for a final objective point. The Neapo-
Titan saving is, 'See Naples and die" The
more practical American says, "See Jackson.
Vile and live." 1t has become fashionable
resort. and nearly all who settle down for the
winter in Charleston or Savannah, feel bound
to make hasty flight to the Florida fountain
of health. Consequently, in addition to the
permanent pilgrims to the latter place, there
is another crowd that is continually sitting
through Charleston, and, of course, paying
tribute when so doing. Omnibuses are con-
stantly shooting out passengers into the hotel,
and others are continually swapping them up,
like the Dragon of the Feudal times, and bag
eagemen pitch huge trunks onto the sidewalk
as If they were knocking down their deadllest
fees. SEillful fellows they are. What study
il must have required to enable them to make
a Saratoga" strike on one of its corners, with
the balance of it rampant like an animal in
heraldry. If there is. any burst to that trunk
il ia bound to come I commenced my jour
new with small trunk, so diabolically sugges-
tive that the temptation for baggage-man to
hold it up over his head and fling it with the
venom of A jax himself was, [ suppose, ire
sistible. held an inquest on this small trunk
this morning, and found that seams were open
ing sill over it. It reminded me of the equity
old Commodore, he whose hull, you remember,
had been so knocked about that he could never
more be fit for sea. am sadly afraid that the
next hundred miles will finish the JOB. My
house, for my trunk is my house, will be con-
demned. I think I will buy salamander
safe to replace it, and trust to Providence Tor
it's a)ighting squarely on the toes of the first
baggage snasher that handles it.
MAHLSTICK.