The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1888-08-31
IN THE SADDLE.
From Our Travelling Agent and
Correspondent.

from lcdl, 0IccllS CuHHty ~
a southwest course for Gainesville
Hancock county. A ride OF about
30 miles brings us to Flint Creek
where | stop over Saturday ana
Sunday with the sold folks at
homen and attend the Methodist
quarterly meeting IN progress there
conducted by DR.. I. S. West.
Leaving Flint Greek on the eve
of one of those old-fashioned "east
storms.n l crossed Red creek at
Perkins, on the G, and S. |. X. Il.
Here we find business on the up
grade. Mr.. Graves has his brick
ward in operation. The saw-mill
of Mr.. Morris is in full blast with a
capacity of one thousand feet per
hour. The citizens have laid their
heads together and unanimously
declared by their actions that they
Will have a p~ostofice. A petition
will be sent up to Col, L. r. Stock,
dale in a few days, which will
fully set forth the needs and wish
es of the people, and The Colonel
will be asked to have an office es'
tablished, with DR.. W. L. Bolton
as postmaster. The Doctor has
come to stay, and in behalf OF him
and the whole people we wish him
success, Col. Slockdale could not
crown the work of his first term
with a better act than the establish
ment of a postoffice at Perkins, III
Harrison county.
The above mentioned storm has
now settled down upon us IN all its
fury. The flood gales Of Heaven
seem to be lifted, the wind is blow
ing with terrific force, fences ''tum-
BILE TO the racket ;" the tall pines
measure their length on the
ground. Hundreds of sea gulls
have been blown from their ocean
haunts, and content themselves by
tapping their wings above the
ponds and mud puddles. The ap
pearance of sea fowls so far inland
is said to be a sure sign OF rough
weather outside" and the sympa
thy of the unselfish rustic goes out
to those whose homes are on the
high seas. Your correspondent
seeks shelter and hangs himself up
at the tireside of his good friend,
A. .. Hatten, where after a thor
ough drying by the aforesaid pro.
cess, he sleeps sOundly, with moth
ing to disturb his rest except Wis
ions of unconcerned delinquent
subscribers along his backward
track. Arising early on the NOR
row, we scan the horizon and sally
forth under the VAN deluSiOn that
the storm is over, but alas!
The clouds began to lower,
Thunder began TO roar,
AS on the day before.
The rain began TO pour,
And wet us through once mOre.
. AS we ponder over the old say
ing "neyer stand for trihes when
you have a good object in view,"
we cast about but
See no place TO rest.
No cozy sheltered nest;
So firmly on we pressed,
Our journey to the west,
Soaked through coat and vest.
Our way led across about a
thousand of the tributaries of the
Biloxi and Wolf rivers. 1t may be
that our drowned Imagination has
overdrawn the numbers of creeks
that we crossed, but anyway every
little creek and rivulet was out OF
its banks, and going pell nell
through cuts and by-ways, on its
mad rush for the sea. Our tagging
steed plunged through cutters and
bitches, pulled through mud and
marshes, swan creeks, and finally
brought us to a stand at Wolf river,
where we cast anchor and lay to
for two nights and a day at MI.
Albert Ladner's. . From here we
take an offset of twelve miles to
The north, pass over a trap OF a
bridge on "Murder'' Greek, whose
history, as the name would indi-
cate, reaches away back to the day
of the famous hand of outlaws
known as the copeland Clan"
We find a crossing at the Poplar
vile road and strike in at j. o.. Bill
bo's where We dine with this good
man turn down the Gainesville
road, call upon Hiram z. Smith
who treats us to a copy ofthe latest
DEMoCRAT-STAR, and says he has
been a subscriber TO the paper for
thirty years.
After a nights rest with our good
friend, Ii. L. Pearson, 81 miles
bring us in to Gainesville, where
the beautiful Pearl sweeps along
in all of its grandeur. Poor Gaines
Vile! The N. o. and N. K. R. r.
has sucked the llfe-blood of bust
ness from the beautiful little Town
until il looks almost like a thing of
the past. UnOccupied and decay
ing buildings stare at us from every
direction, weeds and grass contend
for citizenship, and sooner or later
will vote the town into a new ad-
m~Inistration. After registering at
the HOllOman House we take up
headquarters at the Office OF Mr.
Dan Carver, the leading merchant
of the place. Here we make the