The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1876-03-15
TIE PRIDE OF THE CORgYNS
TEE Llsr o M oosprss

Death stood knocking al Archibald Cor
byns doorInot at the door Of Corbyn Hall,
but At the door Of the corbyn heart and
when that had ceased to beat, one of the
oldest, wealthiest, p-roauest and most aristo-
cratic families in Barbados would be ex-
tinct.
1t was q boast Of Archibald that the high
land district, in the northwest Of which
Mount Hillary is the centre, owed It's name
OF Scotland to the loyalty of the first Cor
eyn, who. settling beneath the shadow Of
those eoaieal hills. first cleared away dense
forests of the bearded fig for the better eul-
aviation Of cotton.
Hew was one Of thosen nine British merchants
who. in the reign Of Charles l., landed and
built Bridgetown as a commercial depot,
each having a grant Of a thousand acres,
contingent on the payment of forty pounds
Of cotton annually to Sir William Courtesn,
the original founder Of the colony. Tracing
down the family history, Archibald would
tell with a glow howanothsr Corbyn had in
PRODUCED the sugar-cane into the island, in
spite Of troublous times. and how be erected
the frst primitive windmill to crush out the
mp. when he had only open-air boilers in
which to crystallise that sap into golden
sugar and golden coin.
Riding home from st. Andrews church ON
one Of these occasions with his old friend
and sh~ipping-agent. Matthias walcot. by
his side. hepointed to a mound, below which
two streams, rushing right and left Of Cor
byn Hall from the mountains, there met at
a sharp angle. and ran on to join Church
River until that ended in a lakelet known
as Long Pond. partially barred by sand and
vegetable wash from the sea.
"There, Matthias" he said, "the first
Corbyn roof-tree stood. just whore that
group of. courida-trees now casts q shadow
over the grass. 1t was but a rude wooden
shed. with palh-leaf .thatch-old Cufry has
a better now-but young c~olonists nave to
rough il, and II q man has pith in him. what
matter?"
Ashley turned from the white mountain
road into the long avenue of sandbox and
cocoanut trees, and neare1 his handsome
two-hoored, square,, stone mansion, with
pillared-piazzas and ~overhanging balconies
on three sides, overgrown with creepers and
standing picturesquely against background
of white clay-tipped. rugged, dark-brown
rocks, v~ariegated with waving cane-fields, he
told how he owed the substantial abode be-
fore them to the spirit CT desolation which,
riding on the wings of devastating hurri-
canes, had in two successive centuries swept
homesteads and plantation into one indis-
criminate wreck.
% That xro -. I 700 -.11~, II CT-.
my grandfather, was the owner. He was a
man with pith in him, was jamie; and when
he saw his plank walls Aying about like SO
many palm-leayes, he just made up his
mind to build undera sheltering look Of the
hills and since stone came almost as handy
as wood, he built a house that should stand
during his lifetime and his sons after him"
"Wel, Mr.. Corbyn, it is an i'll wind that
blows no one good" Mr.. Walcot put in. 1T
blew the Corbyns a house that will last"
Archibald's mood changed; he sighed
heavily. Gay, friend Matthias; it didblow
the corbyns a home to last-a home sacred
fromintrusion. Our dead were washed out
of their graves, and my grandfather. horri-
fed, planned and built yon solid half-sunkon
mausoleum at the extremity of the wood TO
receive the ancestors the hurricane had un-
enrthed. And there he too lies, with his
sons and daughters III inches by his side;
and there / in time shall be laid, with no
child nor relative to mourn or follow me-.
My dear brother Charles lies under the sea,
and l an the lastof the Corbyns,' with an
other sigh. "He builtahome for the living
and n home for the dead IN serve for p,ony