The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1881-09-02
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.
OUACHITA PARISH,
% August. 1881.

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had sort of rash running through the
school, which put them off their feed,
old Wackford Squeers, tho teacher,
Il wonder if there be any such now?)
pronounced it ga visitation" "Them
lads has a wisitation!" and he pro-
ceeded to say that wisitations were the
lot Of mortality, and not only that, but
that mortality itself was a visitation
with the comprehensive
observation, that the world was chock
full of wisltations!
Mr.. Squeers had as little reference to
his own wisitations upon the lads,
inflicted with cane, treacle and brfm.
stone, as to that OF which / was the
author in last weeks paper, barring
some typographical errors, about which
1 haye grown, taking them in aggre-
CRATE or detail, quite Indifferent, seeing
there is no earthly help for them. My
epistle concluded with an effort to
describe country grist mill driven by
water. have dealt very little in such
wares, but thought my rambling sem
fences might revive some boyish reco-
lections with both tender and tough
old hearts humping against ribs that
were young many long years ago.
Very few editors, or writer's, but write
with some idea of seeing the result,
just as one in conversation waits for
the impression or response following
some wise or unwise expression of his
thoughts.
had a visitor two or three days ago,
who had read the TELEGRAPH, and
the little description Ito which / have
referred,) it fell out, had revived the
recollection Of mill to which he had
once carried corn, and which, think
was situated in the good parish of
Union. Like the mill at the Cypress,
this one, in dry weather, would have
but small "head of water" and at
such times the old miller would grind
only for a few particular friends, and
then but small tsturn." OF course
the miller was parsonage of immense
djctum was the law for all the country
around respects grinding. His
habit was to place bushel, or so, of
corn in the hopper, raise the gate, and,
his pipe, Qf not already burn
ing proceed to tho cultivation of his
little field which lay hard by, leaving
the mill to macerate the bushel of corn
without interruption.
One day, after this routine bad been
properly gone through with, and the
miller was ploughing his patch, he
heard the deep baying of a hound in
the direction of the mill. He at once
decided that the dog had come up with
a deer in the pond, and that, with his
fresh meal, he would have fresh venison
for dinner; aud so, getting his gun, he
cautiously approached the pond. But
the barking came, as he found walking
on, directly from the mill itself. The
rocks were rumbling away, with the
of the dog now and then-l
tuned, at times, to howl, or canine
wail-as an occasional variation. Tho
miller more cautiously found his way
into the mill, and surveyed the room for
some ''varmint.'' His eyes at length
rested on the old hound, that lone
beast having planted himself Ola his
launches beside the meal box, his
dreamy eyes resting on the spout. AS
the meal, said my informant, would
Doze out, the attentive dog would lap
It up-as Gideon's band Tapped up the
waters of Jordan. There were inter-
ludes, or short intermissions, when the
rocks would spin around and the flow
If meal would cease. It was during
these cessations of the scant supply,
hat old Rock, tending the mill in SOL
tude and very hungry, would elevate
his nose aud give the tokens of his
fierce impatience, or unappeased and
hopeless hunger which had brought
the miller from his plow in expecta-
ton of fresh venison for dinner. OF
such mills as these must DO the mills |
Of the gods-g=inding slowly and eX-
ceedtngly fine.
This little story may be used by my |
readers indiflerentiy, either AS Il dog
story, or mill story, aud they will