The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-05-04
BILLS BLOOMS.
Mr. Arp Laments the Frost Nipping Of Eis
Peaches.
Atlanta Constitution.

Nipped in the bud. 1t looks
like there is no security from any
thing. Ours was no secondhand
orchard: We planted it and the
blooms for three years have look
ed so sweet and promising, and
now this is the third year the
fruit has been killed. / suppose
we could have built little fires all
about, but who knows when to
build 'em ? 1t is poor comfort to
build en- when there is no danger.
Reckon We will just have to keep
the orchard for the flowers, like
we do a crab-apple tree, for they
are mighty pretty. One of my
neighbors lives under the western
slope Of mountain and his fruit
is never killed. He had plenty
last year, but the sun don't rise at
his house till it's ABOUT two hours
high, and that wouldn't suit my
folks at all. Well it might suit
the folks but it wouldn't suit my
business. 1t would be dinner-tlme
before breakfast. The peach crop
is very uncertain among these
Cherokee hills but most every
body can have a few trees around
the house where they are pro-
tected. We can't expect to have
all the good things in our place.
Ny Irish potatoes were killed
down the other morning, and that
hurt my feelings, for l was a little
proud that / was ahead Of my
nabors. But they will come out
again, and so there is some CON-
fort left and a good deal of hope.
Hope says the peaches are not all
killed, for man can't examine
all the blooms, and may be there
will be enough for the children.
That is the maiD thing after all
enough for the children is what
the world is working for; enough
money, or land, or food and cloth
ing; enough pleasure and hap
piness. How we love 'em and
worry over 'em by night and by
day. If we had no children I
think would just quit work and
toll right suddenly and-go a
fishing. But there is not much
time to frolic on a farm at this
season of the year, for my alma
nae says, About this time plant
corn,' and we are doing it all
around these parts. I can sit on
my piazzer and look into FIVE
farms and see the darkies and the
mules and hear 'em, too, and it's
gee and baw, and git along Pete,
and wbar you gwine, Nell, come
round dar, | tell you and there's
no end to this kind of affection
ate, one.sided discourse until the
horn blows for dinner, and then
the most knowing mules give a
bray all round. Its astonishing
how much they do know and can.
be made to understand. | had
big mule who would never give
but one pull at root unless the
darkey who plowed him hollered
out Rotten root, l tell you + and
then he would break that root or
something else, for be had conf
dence IN the nigger. 1t always
did seem like there was a kind of
confidential relation between mig
gers and mules-a sort of treaty
Of peace and equality, for there is
no other animal car stand the dar-
key, and there's no other human
can get along in peace with a
mule. When they are alone to-
gether in a big field with long
rows, the darkey talks to bim all
along the line, and the mule
listens in respectful silence, but #
two darkies are plowing together
they talk to one another, and the
mules are snnbbed. There is a
power of corn being planted this
spring and not much more than
half crop of cotton so far as my
observation goes. l hope we can
make enough food for the country,
tor we can do with less clothing
better than be stinted in 7ittels.
There is power of folks depen-
dent upon the farmers and a great
responsibility upon US. Politics
raises a mighty rumpus and takes
up sight of room in the news
papers, but when you compare it
with farming,it all seems sorter like
a monkey show that is going on for
amusement, and the farmers feel
like doing like Stewards Texan
Ranger, who went to see an ANA