The Wichita city eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1872-1883, 1877-09-13
A Swing Down Through Waco.

The other afternoon the pressure OF ofiicia
and other duties were ignored, and few
hours were appropriated for small swing
around limited circle. There were nc
speeches 10 be made, no policy to be ex
planned, only the soft sunshine and the quiei
country surroundings TO be enjoyed. With
one of Council & Basley's peartest turn -out:
we headed across the bridge and down the
.'old TRAIL 1t seemed that we had hardly
had time TO take a good full breath of free
dom and relaxation before Mrs. NJ. called our
attention to the comfortable house and big
barn of James Royal. who has started out OIL
Pennsyl vania dimensions. When ne gets his
place sheltered more with forest trees we
don't know what more he could ask. Across
the road, near the creek, are the well culti-
waited farms of ex-Commissioner J. b. York
| and 5. S. Bowman, Their homes are nearly
los; in green foliage. Turning 10 the left, we
soon ratified over the bridge that spans the
creek of euphonious name-why don't some
body change it?-anc brought up in front Of
| V. c. Cartwright's fine residence, which oc-
cupies pretty knoll on the south bank. The
The house is a large twc-story one, painted
white, and is approached through beds Of flow
ers, but we would suggest 10 friend Cart
wright few more shade trees, which would
render his surroundings complete. Reach
| ing the school house on the swell beyond, we
| turned again square 10 the left to interview
J. C. Gray, who was following slick pair OF
horses and patent wheat drill over one Of
l l.
not 4 weed, stubble or cloi 10 impede his
perfect and satisfactory work. a little way
20 bis right he pointed out his home and one
OF the prettiest groves 20 be found anywhere.
The trees were only three years old last
spring from the cuttings, but their unformi-
ty and luxuriant growth delighted our eyes.
The grove contained 5000 trees OF about four
teen TO sixteen feet high. Mr. Gray told us
that he had put three thousand more cuttings
ont this spring. The next place below Mr.
Gray's Is Henry scarth's, where orchard and
other home surroundings were attractive.
Driving along down, Z. A. Kencdys home
drew our attention; neat, well built, frame
dwelling, uncovered in trees and flowers.
His front yard glowed in all the gorgeous
dyes of the rainbow. The other occupant OF
the buggy concluded in moment as to the
refined tastes OF Mrs. K A mile further
down, on the bank of the creek whose foil
age almost shades the front door, surrounded
by cribs, stables, etc., is the home of NJ. ,.
Wemple. Mr.. W. was not in sight, but the
hum and clatter of thresher over the prairie
roll accounted for his absence. Recrossing
the creek we got lost in a small patch of sun
flowers, of shy ten to forty thousand acres,
and can give no connected account OF our
selves or surroundings until we emerged a
couple of miles below, at Hayesville, where
the Wichita and Wellington road crosses the
Cowskin, the home OF w. w. Hayes, whose
residence stands upon one side Of the creek
and his water mill upon the other. So deep
is the mill, barn, blacksmith shop, store and
his home and that of his father, buried in the
outrageous surroundings that delightful
surprise awaits tho average buggy rider in
that direction. Our friend H., looking like
the victim CT a snow storm, emerged from the
door of the mill, extending to US smiling
welcome. The Hayes mill stops only for Sun
day. Day and night its humming burrs keep
up their merry whir, as in ceaseiess stream
the staff OF life flows out. Mr. Hayes is not
only the jolly miller, but L. NJ. of the place
named Tor him. With feeling OF regret we
turned our vehicle away from the cool, dark
shade and m urmur o. escaping waters ard in
the direction of tho tail stacks and columns o
black smoke of the mills and elevators that.
ten miles in the distance, marked the heme
OF the EAGLE.