The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-08-28

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demonstrates a principal which is
destined to do for the Southern
States of the United States of
North America, what the prophet
of old did for the captive Jews
when he led them out of the house
Of bondage. This little case was
brought on by Col. E. Richardson,
the great cotton planter Of Mis-
sissippi, and is the product Of his
mills at Wesson, one hundred and
forty-fve miles above New Orleans.
1t looks hopeful for the South when
in little out of the way place like
Wesson, where twenty years ago
not a man in a thousand could have
told what spindle was when he
saw it, that a factory should rise
running 1000 spindles employing
$50 hands, consuming 5000 bales
Of cotton, a half million of pounds of
wool, and producing fabrics sold at
their own door worth three.quarterc
of a million annually. The fabrics
produced are principally those
worn by the people of the South,
and are evidently made to last
This enterprise, besides furnishing
work for thousands of people who
would be otherwise unemployed,
has been one of the best invest
ments for capital, its profits being
from ten to fifteen per cent. Day
by day this wealthy cotton planter,
whose crop last year was nine
thousand bales, may be seen ex-
amining the various classes Of
goods, and we may reasonably ex-
pect that in a year or two, at farth
est, the latest Partisan styles will
be transported to the banks of the
Mississippi, where directed by the
genius Of ". Oliver they may be
dispensed to the people of the
United States. "
The other day I thought 7
would make a visit to the salt
water Aquarium. For I must tell
you that it has been a fa7orite pro-
ject with the designers of this Elk
position. to familiarize the public
with the habits of salt water fish.
On a former voyage to Cape Horn
I was fed on salt cod for period
of five weeks, and I was anxious to
know the habits of the fish. That
he should be exceedingly salt did
not astonish me, seeing as he had
always lived in salt water; but I
was anxious to know what he eat
and where he roasted and what
made him so exceedingly salt about
the tail. The French Exposition
was my golden opportunity and I
resolved to embrace it; besides, I
had longed to catch a whale and
there were to be several here on ex-
hibition,-the opportunity looked
favorable and last week I started
ont. The thermometer stood some
thing below a hundred, but cheered
by the fact that I should have the
Aquarium all to myself, I asked the
officer on guard to direct me. It
ran something like this: 'tPrenez a
gauche, allons, arretez une seconde
a droite; tournez, allons, allons, al
Ions" Straightas a string, I said, I'll
go it, and off I started. 7 doubled, I
twisted, I went to the right and
the left, inqui1ing of every one the
way to the salt water Aquarium. I
did not care about sharks, pcrpoises
and such small deer. I wanted to
catch q whale, ! thought while
the attention Of the 'fgendarmes"
was diverted that I might slip one
out in my vest pocket. 7 noticed a
sort Of pitying smile on the face
of every person of whom I inquired.
] did not know the reason at the
time, but after two hours search un,
der a broiling July sun, I discovered
that the last mackecel had died Of
galloping consumption about two
weeks before, and eighteen empty
tanks was all that remained of the
salt water Aquarium.
Truly yogrg,
RROADBRIM.