The Brookhaven leader., 1885-11-12
SHORT LETTER FROM WAY
FARER.
He Starts on O Horseback Journey
to Bogue Chitto.


to Bogue Chitto.
A few tlays before the recent OK
citing election, your correspondent
had occasion 10 visit the beautiful
little village OF Bogue Chitto.
Having no fancy for railway jour-
neying, which affords one no salts
factory observations of the sur
ounding country, we concluded to
resort to the now old-fashioned but
always hcalthful and pleasant mode
Of travel on horseback, with we'll
filled saddle bags. We decided to
follow as near as practicable the
meandering- Of the Bogue Chitto
River, for the purpose of visiting
some old-time friends, and also to
see what improvements had taken
place in that fertile region, which
was formerly well known to us
but which we had not seen since the
war. All the way down we were
delighted and surprised to witness
the progress and prosperity Of this
tine agricultural portion of your
county. On every hand were cvi
dences OF thrift and comfort, the re-
suit of industry, economy and good
management Comfortable and COM
nodious residences and barns, built
of hewed logs or framed in modern
style and occasionally a large gin
house adorn the hills overlooking
the cultivated lands or the valley.
Our first stop was at the large and
well.known plantation of Capt. z.
G. Milan, two milcs from your city.
This place was many years ago the
homestead OF Judge Samuel Jayne,
which he called Brookhaven, after
his native village on Long Island
Sound. Forty years ago it was
place of considerable business and
trade, and when the survey for the
Railroad took place, Judge Jayne
confidently expected that the depot
would he located on his lands. And
what splendid site for q town is
that elevated plateau on the hills
above the valley. In the distant
future it may be united with your
town and constitute q magnificent
manufacturing city. Stranger things
than this are now occurring in
the West and even in the South.
The failure to obtain the depot and
financial troubles came upon Judge
Jayne in his declining years and SO
preyed upon his mind that his life
was thereby shortened. He was a
good man, with cultivated intellect
and generous heart.
We found Capt. Milan in the
genial mood that he always is at
his hospitable home. There he
always extends warm welcome to
his friends, and the same may be
SAID Of his estimable wife, whom we
regretted to find in feeble health.
The Captain, however, was tremen-
dously excited over the approa ching
election. His temperament is not
by any means Of the phlegmatic sort
but belongs to the highest degree of
the nervous, sanguinous. He does
nothing by halves. With him it is
all or nothing. He is no fence
rider. You always find him body
and soul, on one side or the other.
He has no resemblance whatever to
the Irishman's flea. He is always
there. Compromise is not known to
his vocabulary. Whatever he goes
for he believes to be right, and what
ever he believes to be wrong he wars
against with the fierce energy of
Crusader, and if Frustrated in the
fight, he springs to his feet like
Roman gladiator To renew the battle.
He goes for men not as men, but as
the representatives of his views and
wishes. When he goes for man,
he goes for him all over. and when
he goes against him he strikes with
the irresistible momentum of "two
single gentlemen rolled into one"
The Captain, with the aid of some
OF his generous neighbors, has re-
Gently built q handsome little
church in a charming grove near
the creek. Everything about 1t is
cheerful and attractive. Inside it is
comfortable and neat. This little
church seems to be a pet with the
Captain, and he takes a deep and
constant interest in its welfare.
Though q leading Baptist himself,
he has made this little forest sanctu-
airy, wholly -sectarian, and ex-
tends TO distinguished ministers of
all denominations an invitation to |
preach therein. This invitation has
already been accepted by DR.. Gal |
loway, DR.. Parish and Mr.. Bingham,
who have each delivered able ser.
mons, two of which your correspon
dent had the pleasure of hearing
Success to this pretty little snow
white Church in the woods, where
the sweet notes of praise joining
with the melody Of birds ascends ia
unbLoken strains to the opening
heavens. May it remain there for,
ever, as place of general worship,