The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1879-09-25
A GIorious Climate.

If there is any part of the world, says
q correspondent, free from all suspicion
of malaria, it is the belt of country lying
on the shores of the gulf, and stretch
ing from the alluvial marshes that sur
round the mouth of the Mississippi
say from Lake Borgue-to the neigh
borhood of Mobile bay, and then be-
yond far to the eastward through
Alabama and West Florida. For the
present purpose, however, it is not
necessary to look beyond the Missis-
sippi ~seacoast, bordering on what is
known on the maps as Mississippi
sound. It'll a strip-of sterile sand, with
only soil enough to sustain a continuous
forest of pines intermingled with the
scant underground of the g pinywoods.'
There is no cultivation except
that, of the orange and fig trees,
which grow in profusion, here
and there a scuppernong vineyard, and
the gardens which, by dint of diligent
culture, may be made to yield a scant
supply of vegetables for family use dur
ing a few months of the year, and then
wither and fail for lack of soil. The
springs and wells are of the purest.
The streams, unpolluted by cultivation,
are always clear and limpid. There are
swamps, but they are supplied by sweet
and living springs. The water in time
of drought disappears in the porous and
sandy soil, but eve stagnates. The
shores are swept by delicious breezes on
the one side from the vast expanse
of the gulf, and on the other from the
resinous and fragrant pine forests that
stretch for 100 miles into the interior.
People expose themselves to rain, sun,
sea and night air, leave their wet gar
ments to dry upon their persons and
sleep without shelter with entire safety.
The West Unequaled in Storytelling
It is no use for an Eastern man to try
to tell a big story when there is a West
ern man about. Causeur has tried it
and got beaten, beaten clean out OF
sight. He thought he could spin a
yarn that would test any ones creduli-
ty, but he always found that a Western
man could go him one better. When
1 was a young man" said Col. B., @we
lived in Illinois. The farm had been
well wooded, and the stumps were pref.
ty thick. But we put the corn in among
them, and managed to raise a fair crop
The next season I did my share of the
blowing. We had a 'sulky' pillow, and
sat on the seat and managed the horses
four as handsome bays as ever a man
drew rein over. One day I found 9
stump right in my way. I hated to
back out, so l just said a word to the
team, and, if you'll believe it, they just
walked that pillow right through that
stump as though it had been cheese
Not a soul expressed surprise. Buf
Maj. S., who had been a quiet listener
remarked quietly: cts curious, bu'
I had q similar experience to that my
self once. My mother always made on,
clothes in those days, as well as tn,
cloth they were made of. The old lad,
was awful proud of her homespun-sait
it was the strongest cloth in the State
One day I had just plowed through
white-oak stump in the way you speal
of, Colonel. But it was a little to,
quick for me. It came together before
was out of the way, and nipped the sea
of my trousers. I felt mean. I can tel
you, but I put the string on the ponies
and, if you'll believe it, they just snake'
that stump out, roots and all. Some
thing had to giue, you know."-Bosto1
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