Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-04-05


| The smoking hills are now on'fire,
And every night it's climbing higher.
The water warm, the weather fine,
| The time has come for hook and line;
Adown the creek around the ponds
| Are gentlemen and vagabonds,
And all our little dirty sinners
Are diggngshat and catching mlnners.
| The dogwood buds are now swelling,
| And yallerjonquills sweet are smelling;
| The little busy bees are humming,
And everything says spring IS coming.
1t has been hard old winter on man and
beast. Hard in weather and harder in lire
and flood and pestilence, and all sorts OF un-
natural troubles. The horrors of hotels
burning up, and theatres and clrcuses
shrouded in flames, and thousands of poor
people made homeless and destitute by the
raging waters, and smallpox marking its
victims all over the land, is pitiful, most
pitiful; but | can't get over the shock OF
those poor little children who were trampled
to death in that school room in New York
city. / can't help but seeing them all laid
out in the room together, and their parents
lowering over their little, disfgured and
mangled corpses. The distressing scene
haunts me. There is a power Of trouble in
the world that we know nothing about
trouble that we who live in the country do
not have. Here there are no storms, no
floods, no fires, no pestilence, no scarcity OF
wood, or food, or comfortable clothing. A
poor man in the country is safer from all ca
lamity than rich one in the city. A poor
man may lament his poverty and envy the
rich but he has no reason to. A. man who
makes comfortable living on a farm has
a greater security for life and liberty and
happiness and long life than any. other class
that know of. Cobe says he is getting
along "tolable well, I thank YOU" Cobe
is always calm and serene. He owns a
mouse-colored mule, and has owned him
ever, since the war. That Snule is one OF
the family, and he knows ita The children
play under him and over him and between
his legs, and the mule is happy, too. Cobe
has a chunk of cow and a sow and pigs,
and about enough old rickety furniture to
move in one wagon-load, and that's all Cobe
has got except his wife and half dozen
| little children, who live on corn bread and
healthy and good looking, though Cobe is
called the uglfest man in the county, and 1
think enjoys his reputation: His face is OF
three colors, and splotched about, and his
mouth is in a twist one way and his nose
in another, and his eyes are Of different
color, and he is shump-shOuldered and walks
pigeon-toed, but he don't care. His wife
saws he is Just the best little man in the
world. He works hard, he and the mule,
and always says he is getting along "tola-
ble," and says he finds no more trouble In
supporting six children than he did one.
He says there never was a possum born that
didn't find 'simmon tree somewhere.
SAYS he is raising his boys more for endu-
rance than for show-for another war will
come along about their time of day and
he wants 'em to be able to stand it. Cobe is
an honest man and came iiom an honest
family, and his wife did, too, and their chill
dren are we'll hammered and they are get
ting a little schooling, and my opinion is
that there is more hope for the country in
that kind of stock than in the average
children of the rich. They will make good,
humble, law-abiding citizens and they will
work and produce something. When war
or trouble comes it is the yeomanry OF
the land we have to depend on. The chill
dren of the poor are running this Southern
country now. They are the foremost men
in most everything. They are the b EST mer-
chants in Atlanta and other citieS-the
best farmers, the best mechanics and the
best railroad men. Some of 'em make
splendid bankers if they do spell hog with a
double g. Grammar may deceive, but fig
ures don't lie.
we are mighty busy nowin these parts:
I can sit in my piazza and see over good
deal of farming territory, and the mules are
moving up lively. They seem to know the
spring is late, and the farmers are behind
time. But don't sit long at time, for
the garden is to plant, and the rose bushes
have to be trimmed, and the flower-beds
dressed off, and the compost scattered
around, and the vines want new trellaces,
and everything got ready for suit OF new
clothes. The old year is just now dead and
the new one is born with the spring. March
used to be the first month and it ought to
be now. | don't see what they ever chang
ed it for. One hundred and twenty years
ago our English forefathers took notion to
set old father time back couple months,
without any good reason for it, and 1 think
we OUGHT to move up the clock and put him
forward where he was. The spring is the
new birth Of nature, and is the type OF our
own resurrection. I don't believe that ev-
erything that dies will live again, but 90
believe that everything that is good and
beautiful will, even to animals and trees
and flowers. This is mighty pretty world
we live in-mighty pretty, especially in
the spring, and for fear Of accidents, Pm
willing to be tenant good while longer.
81 would not live always,
ask not 20 stay"
is a very beautiful sentiment, provided. a
man is sure of better home when he quits
this one. But another poet sung with more
caution and content when he said
'.rhis wo Id is very lovely-Oh! my God !!
l thank Thee lat live"
Ireckon the majority Of mankind are like
the fellow who said he didn't Wart to 60 to
heaven if he had to die to get there. Many
would like for the ages Of Adam and Me
thusaleh to come back again. 1t wouldn't
do thought wouldn't do at all, for if Jay
Gould and Vanderbilt and company should
live thousand years they would gobble up
the whole terrestrial concern and crowd us
all off onto plank in the ocean. On the
whole Pm obliged to think that everything
is fixed up about right-1 reckon it is.
| DIET.
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