Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1878-05-26
. BILL ARP. -
William GOssips About the Crops-The
TribulatiOns of Cotton PIanter-
What Bill Would do If He was
"High-Strung Sal"

Special correspondence of the Atlanta Con
Stitution: Everything continues lovely il
| these parts. There's been just enuf of RAN
and shine to make things grow amazin. TIE
wheat is in the dough and no rust yet. The
cut-worms have eat up their share of the core
| and quit. The clover has been cut and cured
and hauled home-al except little that was
overlook by a rain and damaged. | could
| have saved 1t, but our preacher would moi
! let me haul it up on Sunday. When / told
| him about the steer that fell In the ditch he
said | musent dig ditch on Saturday just to
| git to pull steer out of it on Sunday. Well,
| | owe him some clover, and I've mind to
! haul that to him. Old Bro. Bagly always
sets apart an acre of his oest land for the
| church, and he works it well and gives the
proceeds to the preacher. Last year he had
| it in wheat, and the rust cum along and
ruined it. But he made a good crop on his
| upland, and when the deacons axd him for
some of that he,said, mo siree-that upland
field was all mine" We are not runnin cot
ton very much-only small patch for the
girls to pick out-about enuf to make a
couple of bales, with the which they can buy
a passed. of ribbin and lace and few
cinnamon draps and other extras too tedious
10 mention. Colonel Sprouts told me cot
ton planter never had any rest. He never
laid by his crop, and it took about thirteen
months in year to make 1t. | don't think
in July and August. 1t seems to suit niggers
first-rate, though they will stop awhile I'M
der the walnut trees when they get to them.
NV friend, Colonel johnson, used to slip upon
EN- when they had stopped too long, and
boiler out at the top of his voice, Take your
hands out of my pockets. hired niger
will steal every minute he can. | don't hav
EN-. | don't like unwilling labor about any
thing. 1t was the volunteers that whipped the
Yankees-it wasn't the cons ,ripts. My boys
know the necessity of hard work, and they do
it, but when they want recess want EN- to
have it. We've no idea OF tryin to get rich,
but we are ixen up to live COM
fortably and be contented. We've planted
an orchard and some grape-Vines, and built
an arbor a hundred yards long for EN- to run
on, and there amt nail in it; and we've laid
off a patch of flowers, and planted
pop corn and gubbers and water
melons and cantelopes, and put
up two or three swings in the grove; and
we've got two big springs and water all about,
and a wash-hole to battle In, and the frogs
sing around, and the whippoorwllls and the
Eghtnln' bugs fire up every night; and we
have lots of music, from the piano. forty to
the fiddle; and we've got a spare room for
our friends, and when they come we are glad
to see EN-, and do our best to make 'em glad
to see US. We are not goin' to build any
more rooms for two reasons. One is, ain I
| could, for Bill Fort tole me confdentially
that if you put up martin gourds the martins
was shore to cum. He tried it, and his Sd
vannah friends eat him out the first summer.
You see | want the children to love home and
be happy. One of my neighbors, ses he to
me, whats your idea for raisin' horses
why don't you raise mules-they don't cost
half as much and are worth heap more
money!" Jesse, ses !, but the boys is
CROWN up and bimeby they'll begin to feel
their oats and want to fly round little
and peruse the girls, and | want 'em to
90 courtiu' decently. If | was high strung
gal, IN t think l could tolerate Teller who
cum iigglin' around me on a mule. When
was young man, was as proud of my horse
as | was of my first gallusses, and want
every one of my boys to have his own nag.
You let good-lo youth put on billed
shirt and gallop round gal few times on
blooded horse, and nine times out of ten she'll
surrender at the first pop. But you needn't
tell this to everybody, for there's heap of
clever boys amt got the horse, and can't get
one, and they mout feel bad. Yours,
BILL ARP.
P. ST. had bad accident in your town
the ether day. You've got so many purity
women there that | thought l knowed one OF
'em. She was a ridin' In a street car and |
the car had stopped, and thought she was a |
school girl and distant cousin of mine, and |
| run up to her frantically and give her my |
hand and told her who | was, and she looked |
at me sweet and sad and introduced me to |
her husband, If the car hadn't left about
those time, think / should have collapsed, |
for l had never seen her nor him before in |
my life. feel thankful that he didn't shoot |
me. B. A.
Trunks and Pelessieprs,