The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-04-05
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MUD HOLE, TEX, March II.
DEAR CITIzEN:-There has been q
great deal OF kicking since the
'prodigal son" wrote to you and l
guess he has kicked out since he
that kicketh must surely die. He
may have been assassinated. l am
glad there are other states between
Texas and Tennessee; if not there
might be war between them. If
you want to please Texas, run
down Tennessee. 1 guess that l am
at liberty to say what 1 please. We
are expecting Clack every day to
lead us ont of the Wilderness of
woe. If that Bunker Hill monu-
ment ever sticks his head into
Texas, and the Ennis Review man
gets him, he will think that he
struck one Of these mud hole seen
ter.
1t seems that the monument has
nothing to eat but corn dodgers.
If you will make up the money and
send out here Wen send him some
beef and he would strike that
center, am sure, if he did not lose
his teeth the first round. Allow
me to say that some of Tennessee's
best citizens are out here, and this
is the wrong place to go to find
fools. l am sure that monument
would not feel at home out here, ii
he were to see the improved meth
cd of farming. The spring is very
late; peach trees are beginning to
bloom. Some corn planted and
some cotton not picked yet. John
Rogers raised So bales of cotton
last year, but will not, say how
much clear cash he made. Some
Of them come out with the month. .
Jim Dixon has a new addition tc
his residence-a kind of set-off.
Capt. Holt is nearly broken down
carrying his pupils from the school
house to dry land. There is to be
a new post Office here soon called
Nashton; some of the inhabitants
objected to calling it Nashville, be
cause that would remind them oil
Tennessee. There can no good
come out of Nazareth. A certain
Tennessean went out to pillow here
and carried an iron paddle with him
to clean his pillow and then had to
clean his paddle with his knife and
then his knife with his teeth, then
swallowed the mud to get rid of it.
Too much cotton, too much credit.
Now l have it; this is the coolest,
hottest ,dryest, wettest, windy est,
nuddiest, dustiest and richest,
poorest, levelest and hilliest coun-
try in the world. 1t rains once a
week and then we are harassed
With one of these "dodgasted'
nOrthers. We have to sit still and
sing.
No tranquil joys on earth now,
No peaceful sheltering dome;
This worlds wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home,
Col. Edgar Smith of Murfressbo
DO will lead a regiment of these
Tennessee Prodigals back in black
berry time. Steve McCanless viii
be captain of the company from
Ennis; Tom Holt first lieutenant
Ed. Alternately chief of the pioneer
corps; H. G. Worley surgeon; Ton
Resnover will raise the company
at Onion creek, with Joe Edward
first lieutenant; Lewis Samuel bu
gler; jim Roden drummer; B. Har
well chaplain. All these will be
volunteers, The plan is to march
from Ennis; the women, children
and dogs will go with wagon trains
the men in front, kept in check
by a company of Texas cow boys
They will all be disbanded st Pu-
laski, and it is desired that a sa-
lutte of three guns be fired when
they reach there and that the fat
ted calf be slain and "Azyma" be
invited and have a jubilee. A lit
tie nonsense now and then is rel
ished by the wisest men. There is
no higgling, no doubtful validity
here except fellow sometimes
makes a mistake and marries some
body else's girl. Demagogues are
not known here. Tom Resnover
has a very bad corn on his little
toe. So you see we are all at home
and happy and gay, and il that
beef-headed Azyma or that bear
footed prodigal ever sticks his
nose in these parts, his carcass
will be demolished on the spot. We
are all distressingly healthy. Please
do not send any body out here that
is tainted with reputation. Go
west, young man.