The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1888-05-24
BILL ARP.
Tho Georgia philosopher In Arkansas.

and they are taking the grand rounds
together in canvsssing the State. They
90 from town to town, and ell speak to
the same crowd from the same platform.
An intelligent, conservative gentleman
told me they were all good men and the
State was in no peril, but I found many
of the people excited over the convict
business. A convict was found dead and
covered up in a pile of rubbish in the
coal hill mines, and the horror of it has
spread all over the State. Some hold
Governor Hughes responsible, and de.
nounce him as unfit for his Office. With
others this abuse has created reaction
in his favor, and even his lukewarm
friends say he has been so unjusily SLAM
dered they intend 10 support him. Then,
again they have found out that he travels
on fir, pass from railroad monopoly
that is unpopular, and his enemies are
seeking to make capital of that. One
of the candidates breaches the pass and
the convict, wherever he goes. Never
theless believe that Governor Hughes
will be renominatcd. Then there is the
Wheel element that has to be conciliated.
The Wheel is right big thing just now
in Arkansas, snd has its organization and
its organ in every county. 1t is some.
thing like the old Georgia Grange or
may be like the Farmers Alliance and
of course is running into politics. There
never was an association of farmers that
was not broken up by political aspirants.
The average farmer is easily fooled and
is so unsuspecting he is drawn into the
political net before he knows it. An old
solid Wheeler, who thought he saw de-
liverance near at hand, asked me how
the Wheel was doing in Georgia. "Ah,
my friend" said I, eve have had that
disease and got we'll OF it. We did not
call it the Wheel, but it was the same
thing under another name. The farmers
have to have thcro epidemics iu-t like
children have to have the measles or the
whoopipg cough, but they soon vii! get
we'll of it. 1t never kills anybody.
Your people here in Arkansas arc
little behind, but the Wheel wIl soon
roll away and leave you about as we'll off
as it found you. In some portions Of
your State l notice that the Wheeiers are
already convslesciug. The skin is peeling
off and the scales falling from their eyes.
There is the Grange and the Alliance
and the Wheel that, like the old know.
nothing party, all die of the same thing.
This remiuds me Of the inscription on
tombstone at Helena. The doctors would
not admit that the yellow fever was there
in rs, but said that it was pretty much
"the same thing" aud so when al old
eccentric man vas taken down, and
knew his time had come, he told the
doctor to see him decen!ly buried and to
have inscribed upon his tombstone "died
of the same thing" and it is there
Strawberries strawberries was The
cry all along the platform at Becbc.
The boys held up their baskets Of the
beautiful fruit to the car windows and
wanted fifteen cents quart. I stopped
at Beebe and made rccognizance Of the
strawberry business. There are only 500
acres Of berries in the vicinity of that
pleasant village. They we're shipping
about 500 crates day to st. Louis and
Kansas City. A crate contains 2i quarts,
and. up to that date the net returns from
sales had averaged three dollars crsie.
Just think Of it children. Just imagine
400 bushels Of beautiful Strawberries in
one pile and another pile just as large to
go to morrow. They never were as fine
as they are this year, and there seems to
be something in the climate or the soil
of Beebe that grows them better than
elsewhere. When l left there q friend
placed on the seat beside NE double
basket OF the finest | ever Eaw. At .he
next station all humble woman With 4
tired face and two little children came
aboard, and go the berries were very
handy to keep the mother cheerful ard
the kids III good humor tsr iimc. We
passed station called Bald Knob, and a
northern lady looked! out and saw the
awful name, .ad gave startled look as
she shrank up to her husband aud said,
"Here is where the robbers live" Bat
she was mistaken, for the real bald knob
bers haunted another State.
Batesvlle is a splendid old town of
about 1000 people, and is thirty miles
away from the main trunk railroad line.
1t has n little railroad of ita own, and
her people don't care cert if il does
take three hours to make Tie trip.
The say tina. time is not so "scarce"
lh,r. as it is in other p'aces-that the
days are longer and more of them, and
the birds sing sweetcr, and the girls are
l0ye'ier and everybody happier than
anywhere else in The wide world. AS we
journeyed to the towa, a gallant and sus-
cepti5lc drummer kissed his hand to q
pretty girl who was st"udlng in cottage
door, and said, Good morning, honey
darling, you lool, mighty sweet with your
Mother Hubbard or Somebody will
ge; that ardent yont;i with a shotgun if
he don't miud, bu! hn ssJs lie always
salu;es them wllcn il.e5 have on q Moth
er Hubbard and the cara are moving UP
lively.
Batesvillc is rock built town. There
is salmond colorcd stone near By that
quarries as smooth and as rectangular
as brick. They split it into blocks about
six inches thick aud that occupy the