The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-24
Fer 7Ae .frkssssD Ttepsl<y., A TEXANS REFLECTIONS
BY sARsr.

BY sAREr
 There once lived man-peace to n,s ashes, he is dead now-who could no, tell lie. For the information ot your readers, l wish to add, that he was neither born nor raised in our great and oniy state of Texas, for great is the number of IS acres, just so great is its crop of---ord what was l about to say? The truth . No. verily, my dear Arkansaw! I an ny. self Texan.
 What was Aladdin without his iarno What Sampson shorn of his hair? Wha; would Texas be bereft of its liars Listen te that echo. Did 1t say, "Briars:n
 Texas IS vast state 1t is someth.ng more; it is a great educator. Ii vol should be unfortunate enough to have a grown son, rich Tn classics but poor m commercial lore, on whom you are will ing to bestow few thousands or you ill-gotten wealth. send him to us. tfhe is ot an enterprising turn, we will send him bark to you by the tie route in 4 year. If little cautious, it may take Us two. But you can then safely ent.us. him with ten thousand, and he will make money with 1t even in Arkansaw.
 lfyou know of any dapper young clerk or merchant, who has saved or inherited a little money, and thinks he car grow nch Tn year by investing it in sheep though he don't know cows horr from raE.'s; send him to us. We shall love to sell him Mexican mutton for breeding purposes at five dollars per head aad throw in the seab for nothing.
 Alter little he will herd sheep att dollars, bushel of meal and kid De month, and in course of time know sor,e- thing about sheep and Texas.
 If, in your travels. you should hrd d well-to-do farmer. You cannot see his house, for ii is hidden in yon gro,e. .he glory of the hill. The forest of the farm the orchard-bears away to one side. down the hill until 1t meets the .Azv river and the valley fields. Oh! to think of the red jewels hid in that sea of leaves. Don't you know at the large cellar under the old house, how its shelves sroan under the weight of jars and jams. how its walls are lined with barrels of del,ci- ous cider and apple-butter-sucha apple butter! Look at the immense barn, |. IS filled to the roof. The sun is setting: don't you hear the cow-bells tinkle. down the valley by the river! See where the leader stands knee deep in the water among the lilies she has been drinkirC and the water is dripping from her ,no1;h as she gives faint "loo.' and gs=es at the old home. with large moumfr, eyes. what Is she thinking about. Whas IS your farmer thinking about. l vii .ell you: Texas. He's got the fever, and soon the old home will be sold at ore fourth its value. Next spring the wslte apple blossoms will look in vain for either Daisy or Fife. Goodbye. old Mystic, dear old patient creature. your bell grows fainter and fainter, one usore look at the grave, the orchard, the vhI:e, gleaming river, and away they whr :o- wards the next station to take the eri,- grant train for Texas
 And how do we receive them here Why. how can you ask. With open arms. We take him in our buggy 70 show him nifty farms, and we finally sell him body of fine valley land, dirt cheap. Bless you, IS 1t our fault that he thinks valley land IS the best here, because i. IS the best Tn Arkansaw: would you tel him that he might as we'll buy sand hill.
 He loves to be near the trees anc the river. He wouldn't take your adv;ce to buy prairie land. why offer it. The first year he spends all his time and money. in preparing his farm and feeding hs family. He can't so soon forget his Arkansaw living and still eats ham. ,:.ee. dried-appies and flour. Why. he even milks those two fifteen dollar COWS he paid sixty for. and the neighbor who sold them to him will tell you that he can, last, he's livin' too high. The next year IS a little droughty and the va,.ey farms burn up. and the neighbors vii! tell you with satisfied grin "l told you he'd come down to bacon an corn bread and his wife will add: "yes. the stuck up things. though, themselves SO much case they wore shoes" The hird year brings the sheriff to the door with suit brought by minor heirs for recovery of the land.
 foor Efile, poor Daisy. Apple blos- 'oms will be fairy tales to you, and hence forth their perfume will be waited to you snly Tn your dreams. Your father has been educated.
 Contrary 10 my intention. and edu- ,ation, l have told yoa some truths: nave faintly outlined what people do when hey come to us: at some future time 1 nay tell you what they ought to do tel! you of our people and their habits. of 'ur prairies, void of trees, but carpe,ed with flowers, of the Gulf breeze that comes laden with their fragrance, and he music of a thousand feathe ed hroats.