The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1879-03-20
LETTER rRou PAP.


>nAoAhh orNiNeSs AVA CHE 4otu, 10.
Editor Brookhaven Ledger
Ali last week I travelled in the North
part OF this county and South part of
Kinds, and as I have remained silent
for some, time perhaps had better
rise and explain, or, insothss words,
tell your how the world wags IN parts l
have been. 4
Leaving this place early last week, I
visited Raymond, Auburn, Utica, Cay
uga, Dry Grove and several other places
of minor note, and finished my trip by
returning to my starting point. Found
the people enjoying good health gener>
ally, with now and then one for exceps
ton who was suffering with epizootic
or q similar disease. Farmers all
seem to be improving the extraordinary
fine weather by ploughing and planting.
Peach, apple and plumb trees in full
bloom; the trees putting forth their
leaves helping to make up a landscape
of verdure, while the feathered song
sters enliven the air with their music,
making spring the pleasantest season
of the year. Snch, indeed. it seemed
to me as I rode along communicating
with my own thoughts, and whistling
that good old tune Familiarity known
as "Old Father Crimes" which is,
always was, and without doubt always
will be, a great favorite Of mine, from
his fact, 1 suppose. Of its being the
only tune 1 know by note, and'the only
one 1 ever succeeding in mastering on
an instrument. yet that l a play to
perfection on a bass drum. But l di-
gress.
Raymond it is we'll known, is one OF
Of the shire towns OF Kinds county,
Jackson being the other; or, in other
words, it is a half shire town and be-
fore railroad days, WAS a place OF con
siderable Importance, but AS l intend at
some future day to give you an interest
ing historical letter from that town. l
shall herewith pass it by. Having bus
mess of Importance on Bakers creek |
passed over the old battle ground close
by the spot where Gen. Tiehlman was
killed, and pissed the old church on
the e wards road which was used on
that memorable day as II hospital. All
signs Of the fray have long since disap-
peared. The creek flows on as smooth-
" az before, and vera it not for now
and then a tree bereft of it's top by
cannon shot from the batteries planted
on Champion Hills, or others Scared
BY bullets from the guns Of Federal
and Confcderates, which the denisons
Of tho vicinity still point out, one
would never dream that foenan had
proved himself worthy of his steel in
sanouinary strife on that 0 quiet
battle field. Auburn is a place OF incon-
siderable Importance at present, being
composed of one dwelling house and one
store. The house is occupied butthe store
is closed, Cayuge is about the same size,
though perhaps in point OF population
it NAV stand little ahead, but as it /.
now nine years since the last census.
I had no means Of ascertaiuing the ex
act number in either place. Utica is a
town of some Importance and iadays OF
wore did what was tnrneI n smashing
business. Situated in the middle OF a
iuo farming c,lntry. with thA TAlle-
hala on ona Al h, this b. Black on the
other, while to the south hes the fer
tile valley of the White OAK. an hnt'
by hangs q tsls. Listen while tell Ii
thee.
Some tim, during til. fall Of 1854 a
party of young fellows from neIghbor
ing plantations CT, reg,tel at Utica
all wall mounted anl followat by a
large pack of hounds.
"Blov your horn, jim; perhaps vii
son will YER" The SPEAKER was a
man perhaps twenty -dv. years of aga,
though he looked hardly that Old, 80
lightly hal tina dealt with him, and
had it been light enough n might
have seer a rognish' devil. may-care o1
preston in his largo blue eyes. The
horn soanlsd n long blast. when the
hounds act mp a sarics of hou's which
might have boon hearl for miles, then
a moment of silcac" ~intervenel, when
the sound of a distant horn was beurn
to them on the breeze. THAT'S Will
sons horn for a thousand" said Jim,
"and now Jack let's go and get a drink
with the other boys and wait till Will
son comes
agreed said Jack. ''fol it wont BIZ
long before he will. be here on Samp-
son-he's a daisey and there is only
one horse in the State I would rather
have" f.:
"Whose is tn at2" asked Jim.
"My own, of course" replied Jack.
"Nonsense Jack; your horse is not
~ fine an animal as Wilson's in the
point of looks at least; look what a
tail Wilson's carries, beside he is fnll
as fast as yours, and I doubt not is full
as good bottom"
EVERY one to their notion" replied
Jack. II hear every n praising Will
sons horses tai and that's about all
they can praise about him. bnt would
rather have my horse if he had no tail
at ALL"
At this point in the conversation they
had dismounted, tied their horses and
proceeded to join their companions in
side the grocery. After filing up their
glasses and drinking to each others
health and the success Of the fox hunt,
which they we're about to engage in,
the relative merits of the horses were
forgotten by all save Jack, but to him
| Wilson's horses tail was an eye sore not
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