Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-02-07
THROUGH THE COUNTRY.
Rain and More Rain-Ths Billiards
W0rk-The Widow Dido-HalPs
Ranch in Ashes.
More About the Burrows Boys-what the
Old Lady Would Have Done-IH-
Esresting Letter. -
To the Editor Of the Gazette.

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Did you ever have an engagement t
meet and had to ride all day in the pia
less, psttering rain and SCATTERING, smat
tering mud to meet it7 II you didn't,
just did it last Saturday, and can tell yol
all ABOUT fellow feeling OF that kind.
Setting out from FoIt Worth at "a. m
we bore down ACROSS the old bridge am
looked up and back to where the t4E
bridge ought to be, and then turned north
west pretty well all that dreary day. W.
passed up the West Fork q while and saw
on the right of the cemetery road, wbert
the Cotton Belt Riilroa1 was sanding 1t:
depot arena for g struggle for part o.
the commerce of the Fort" and the
northwest. Now pass the bridgeat n:
slough, turn right and mount the red land
slope, tn view on your right the Silent
CITY of the dead. See the shinmerine
marble, the stored urn and animated
bust, counterfeit presentments 81
life, but the surest sign kei
death. Sac how LIES period is here
rounded by & sleep and ponder Whsther
this six by three is all of 1t. WhssAer We
ride IN wintry rains and sultryssummers
to gain these as the end Of all things.
Here there are, lying all alone in tnis
wintry silence. This gloom and gloam-
| Jog OF the lowering clouds that hang
about these oaks as psll are fit emblems
Of those that hold that this eighteen
square feet allotted to each, squares of
sill accounts. Tell me not in mournful
numbers, etc-but for truth
Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave IS not Its goal,
d st thou art, 10 dust returnest
Was not sp ken of the soul.
But business is business, and not death
and poetry. Some day you and will lie
there, but the world will push on in the
rain Just the same as If we had not been
here.
So, let Us turn to the left at the next
corner, then make northwest. We pass
the many dairy farms to the right and
lett for few miles and then we get into
those long lanes and begin to see what
the rain and snow and the sleet and the
late billiards have done. Now we begin
to buckle down to business in slashiug
and sloshing through the mire and mud.
On, the mud, the horrible mu1, STAYING
as up with jolt and 8 thud. Over the
horse hooks, over our feet, over the
heads OF the people we meet. Yonder
now is wagon, begged down, that is
| what is left of 1t. Now we see this man
driving four instead of two, an additional
road tax, il you please. He tskes it as .
matter of course and Is cheerful withal.
Now this mans fence is Jtorn down, and
by the common law ofnecessity, they are
going through his field and cutting it up
| He pays pretty good road tax doa't he?
Wonder how he woul1 vote on macsd-
AIMED roadsI Wonder if he wouldn't
vote like the anti.bridge men, some OF
| them, that is, to macadamizs on through
his lane and stop?
Dead cattle greet US in numbers on the
roadside all along; here they lie with
their jackets jerked of, looking black
and blue in the wintry weather. Yonder
lies nine, yes, eleven OF them,
all in q row, like have
seen dead men on q field of battle,
their heads gil one way and eyes right, as
on dress parade. They are all in undress
uniform, too. It must be pretty warm in
their cow-he8yen. But my companion
tells me that they didn't die this way
that they huddled up under that
hedge up there behind that farm
house on the hill, and the blizzard
Just blew the life out of them. From here
10 Dido counted in sight (uow many
not in sight can only be surmised
enough cArcases TO build shelters for 100
times the number. But they say they died
in the timber, too, yet l reckon that
wherever the feed was put in them the
cold WAS kept out. So, it is the proper
amount of feed after all. In this sun
blessed land of ours we are like the
Ak hi
house. We don't do 1t at the right time
and with the proper forethought.
Now we journey three miles or more
through tour jim" Reeds pasture and go
in at his gate and out at his gate on the
north lin and turn left and here sits the
hamlet of Dido. This name carries back
thirty years to the old "Florence Yves
leysn University" where 1 and Henry
Edr.ngton and Oliver Kennedy extracted
the square root OF Greek verbs and sang
with Virgil in the II 1ied-"Cano arma
virumque," et,., where the pious K leas
sailing from the ruins Of Troy dated
down on the African coast to the then
infant city Of Carthage, where he met and
firted with the widowed queen Dide, fsir,
fat and forty. She had also carpet bagged
from the the1ician asst up there near
Tyre, end made trade with these sons
of Ham fr as much earth On
which to build city as they
coud cover with bulls b de
these descendants of Shem jewed down
and yenked the Africans, by cutting up
the hide, tail and all, into strips, and thus
covered slI the ground they stood on.
After few weeks Of happy dalliance with
the enrsptured widow, the pious E aess
appeared st court one morning ana told
Mrs. Dido that business was business,
that he belonged to the Aryan race, the
youngest born of Eosh's cons, Jsphet,
and that the gods, the LSIes and Pen
ates he had with him, angured that his
people we're to found kingdom, which
was to rule the world, including the sons
of both Ham and Shem. And so he sailed
away from the weeping ~idow and found
ed Rome. And for 100 years the punic
wars noted the struggles OF these races.
And Rome Won, as we sll know, and that
race of Japhet is still on top. What
classic genius gave name to this hamlet2
am curious to know. Is 1t in derision of
the poor old girl, or Is it because of the
euphony of itY But let US descend
from this Pegasus and get down to solid
dirt, for night is falling on us, or will be
ere long and we must make 1t through to
the county line. We pass northwsrd
from the city of the Carthsgenian name
and turn left at the school house and
church and graveyard. The three acres,
or more embraced in 1t, being devoted by
the citizens for church PURPOSES without