Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1885-06-18

marks to the muleship:
Look heah, mule! better min out
Fus' ting you know, you'll fin out
How quick I'll wear this line out
On your ugly, stubbo'n hack.
You needn't Try to steal up,
An lif' dat precious heel up;
You's got to plough dis fei' up,
You has, sab, fo' a fac
And now, in imagination we can see
the intelligent beast of burden and his
equally intelligent driver growing more
intimate. There is an intellectual COM
promise between them, something like
q mutual understanding, and a grin en-
bellishes the open countenance of the
darkey, as he softly sings his satisfac-
ton:
Oar, OATS de way to do It'll
He's comm right down to it.;
JUS watch him ploughin' t'rooit;
Dis Niger amt no fool.
Some folks dey would "a beat him
Now dat would only heat him
know JUS how to treat him
You must REASON wild q mule.
The drawing together process between
the mule and the darley now begins to
grow more rapidly. The mule is gain
ing the darkey's confidence. The poet
yawns, and nOnchalently whittles per-
simmon branch. Confidence having
been won by the mule, now listen to
the darkey:
He minds me like niger;
II he was only bigger
He'd fotch mighty fgger-
He would. tell you! Yes, sab!
SEE how he keeps cickin'
He's gentle . chicken,
An nebber thinks O. kickin'-
Whoa, dahl Nebuchadnezzah!
The supreme moment has arrived.
The heart of the gentle poet is bursting
with tenderness over the scene before
him. A hungry crow sits sadly mus
ing whether he had better make corn
while the sun shines, or wait for devel-
opments. 1t is a wise crow, and it
scents disaster and game in the near fu-
ture.
Suddenly something happens. Yes,
it happened suddenly and unexpectedly,
like the snort from slumbering dea-
cons nose during prayer time, or the
hysterical giggle from an anxious maid
in the binding part of a marriage cere-
mony. There is picture of rope rein
flying athwart the horizon. Something
plow-shaped flashes like meteor across
the line of vision, followed by some
thing that strongly resembles dis
mantled darkey. Then there is heard
not "a sound of revelry by night
but the clickety-click of mules heels
running at full speed. The dogwood
has gained haven over there, where,
for time at least, the darkey'll cease
from troubling and the weary mule can
have chance to rest. But listen to the
darkey:
Is dis heah me, or not me?
Or is de debble got me?
Was dat cannon shot me?
Hab laid heah mOre'n week7
Dat mule do kick amazin'-
De beast was spilled In raisin'-
But Iow spect he's grazin'
On de oder side de creek.
But Mt this season of the year the fes-
tive mule and the philosophical darkey
are taking a rest from their labors of
two months ago. They did their work
well, and broad acres of growing cotton,
tobacco and corn, and smiling gardens
attest the truthfulness of my remark.
And this reminds me that Northern
farmers would be surprised if they un-
derstood two or three things about this
golden land of North Carolina.
First, they would be surprised to see
mule or horse doing in day three or
four times as much as is done with a
team in the Eastern or Middle States.
Second, they would be surprised to
find the great difference in the forward
ness of vegetation here, compared to
what it is further north. On my desk
to-day lie letters from Northern friends,
bearing date of three and four days ago.
They all speak of the extreme lateness
of the season.
Down here, huckleberries are ripen-
ing. People are tired of feasting on new
onions, lettuce, radishes, peas, ETC., from
their gardens. Late peas, Irish pota-
toes, new beans, and other kinds of
truck are in their prime. Peach, plum
and persimmon trees are loaded down
with fruit, and the promises are excel
lent for mammoth, early yield. This
is the region of all regions for cultivat-
ing peaches. Orchards bear in three
years from the time of setting out, and
fine fruit can be matured and ready for
the market in June. just think of that,
my Northern friends. Before you begin
to enjoy your early peas, we shall be
feasting on peaches and cream and
peach short-cake.
Farmers from the North who once
come to view these lands, more especi-
ally if they once see them when they
are clothed with their growing crops Of
vegetables and fruits, never return to
their former homes excepting to pre-
pare to live in land where Nature is 80
kind and so lavish with her gifts.
i One of the remarkable features of this
beautiful land of the South is the cheap
ness of the lands. A man may own his
farm here and live in the very lap Of
luxury for what it would cost, him to
pay rent in the more Northern States
/ write from personal knowledge, hav.
i linglive tilrecently in Pennsylvania
4 Fraternally thine.
| E. p, WOODWARD.
100 Doses One Dollar
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