The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1884-07-10
On the Wing.


vote the Lonesome time in holding
converse as it were with you. The
last thing | heard on Wednesday as
left Brook" was, wait till the
clouds roll by" but instead of
needing the warning flourished my
whip and rolled out for "Topisaw."
had rolled about five miles when
the clouds instead of rolling by con
cludei TO dissolve themselves into
1.-The beautiful rain" and just here
want to say that have a great
regard for the veracity of that indi
yidual who wrote about little drops
of water making mighty ocean,
for | know from actual experience
that they can make a fellow washed
out as did the Red Sea old Pharaoh
of old. | was fortunate enough to
reach Mrs Wainright's before any
Moses could have crowed over my
misfOrtunes. At this place | took
refuge until the worst was passed.
when again put my noble steel
To the road and drew rein (bridle-
REM no more until arriving at the
residence of that patriotic gentle
man, Mr. Simeon Bullock. For
YOUR better information l will add
that it is the same Bullock who en-
tered the ring for the legislative
4 E,,b, IL r;n,r tho Loot oopyoec op,
under obligations to Mr.. +. and
family for the hOspitible manner in
which | was entertained at his
house. After looking at his crop,
cattle, goats, &c. | took my depart
ure with the impression that he is
in very thrifty circumstances. My
next objective point was Mr.. Robt.
| Criscoe's. Nothing occurred to dis
turb the dull monotony of my route.
1t was Il calm morning; mot n leaf
stirred" not breath of air wills
pered or sighed through the boughs
of the pines-ln fact, all nature
seemed to hOl | it's breath as ! tray
ersed what seemed to me- one I'M
ending forest of pine trees, and /
was almost doing when my turn
out came to an abrupt halt. ARGUS
ing myself discovered that | was
in the ford Of the little creek
("Pierch'' is the technical name APP
piled thereto) that flows just this
side of Mr.. C's. | further discover
ed com fortably seated on a log neal
by. an elderly lady fishing, rod in
hand, vainly endeavoring to ent:co
the golded sun perch from its
home among the brooklet's crysta
waters. She Sdid she caught one
but | didn't see it. After allowing
my "critter" to refresh himself frou
the cooling fount / proceeded to th'
) house, and IS it was near the hou
, of noon | hadn't long to wait before
| was summoned to partake Of :
bountiful repast consisting mainly o
whitehead cabbage, beans, roasting
ears, &c. backed up 10y apple
dumplin9s and the famous dip
You would be safe in betting YOU
boots that | was equal to the occa
sion"
1t was once written that
} "a little pebble in the streamlet sean
Has turned the course of many ii river
A dewdrop on the baby plant
Has warped the giant oak forever
Mr.. Criscoe's thinking Of rain,
! day and acting on this idea. ha
, added TO his store of worldly good
little bv little until now he may b.
called the leading spirit Of his com
munity. The crops in this yicinit,
| believe are good, the only com
plant l heard being in regard t.
the stand of cotton.
The next day (Friday) being tn
festive day at Union Hall, | observ
ed quite number of persons el
: route for that part of Goods mora
vineyard" Now some ancient tray
, eler could be seen passing; agail
would be noticed the middle aget
; pilgrim and occasionally the blush
ing swain and damsel fair cam
/ rushing by, all with a look of brigh
} expectation on their faces. On
= Young gallant said all he was goin,
for was to hear the B. S. Band play
= I didn't let him know | was &C
; quainted with any of its member
and contcnted myself by simply re
marking that had been told the,
were "gOOd ones
Leaving this locality, my mex
} destination was the Hon. SAM
! Hickman's, and as approached
this rlaee my mind wandered bacl
along the dim corridors of the past
awaking memories of my early life
I thought Of the many times in M
boyhood that ] had rambled in thu
jungles and glades of it's forests o
gathered wild flowers in THE BEAU
. TIFUL sPRlNG-TIME along the bank:
of the little stream that goes muir
muring by to Join the Drumming
river" turning, as it passes, the ma
chinery of the rustic mill situated
at this place. Gazing at its tiny
wavelets as they dash themselves
into little bubbles of foam agains
some offending snag and remember
ing that it flowed just as noisilv ant
gaily along twenty years ago, l fine
myself repeating these lines:
HNIen NAV come and men NAV 90,