The state chronicle. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1883-1893, 1889-08-09

Apples, 7,i64 bushels.
Beans, white, Ago -
ChestnutS, 1910
Onions 1S2
Potatoes, Irish, 2,11O g
Beef Hams, dried, 2,64a pounds.
Buckwheat Flour, $500 g
Butter, 20,624
Cabbage, 3l5, 400
Saur kraut, 17,1OO g
Chickens, S,116 head
Eggs, 2l ,142 dozen
Feathers, go pounds.
Dried Fruit, (apples,
peaches and berries) 1892 ''
The total value of these shipments is
annually between $50, 900 and $50, 900. In
packing the above it required "a 900 feet
of lumber IN the manufacture of crates,
and gave employment TO considerable
number of men to manufacture the crates,
to pack and forward goods. In packing
the above there were used ,634 cabbage
and apple crates, and 554 barrels. 1t is To
be noted that in the above no mention is
made Of the staple crops made, such as
corn, wheat, rye, oats, &c, &c. These are
the extras and they show how thrifty the
farmers of Caldwell county are. | was
told that tney do not mortgage their crops
or lands except in very few cases. Their
live well-and are frugal and Industrious.
The above figures speak more trumpet
tongued of the thrift and prosperity OF the
Caldwell farmers than any words could
employ even if | were to write book
about them.
And they are not only Industrious and
thrifty. They are an intelligent, wide
awake, moral and upright people. They
are independent, manly and think for
| themselves. No big man does their think
ing for them. They read the Lenoir Topic
ard other good papers-keep posted upon
current topics-and form their opinions
from the facts. a talented Caldwell coun
ty boy, who Is now leading lawyer Of
Lenoir, as we'll as Mayor of the place, once
sung of the virtees of old Caldwell He
has quit writing poetry now and probably
will not relish our publishing his youthful
lines, but they give better idea of the
people and county than my prosy pen can
portray. He wrote:
We are glad we live in the "Old North State, -
But with pride we have o tell,
We are happier FAR that friendly fate
Placed us here in old Caldwell
Oh! who can look on her wood clad hills
Without feeling his bosom swell,
| OR hear the rush of her one thousand rills
Without pride for old Caldwell.
| There's no grander sight than her noun
tains blue,
There's beauty in every dell.
And there's life in the streams that ripple
through
The vale of old Caldwell
And where in the breadth of the land will
| you find,
| That matrons and sires excel,
| In liberal boards, and in bosom's kind,
The parents of old Caldwell
When to crush our lana, the power came
| Who fought SO long and we'll
| To protect their homes from the tyrant' s
flame
AS the sons of old Caldwell
With the first they rise, with the last they
yield,
And many hero fell
| On the bloody turf of the battle field,
| For the sake OF old Caldwell.
| And neer did the ancient hero fall
For lovelier maids than dwell
In the country homes, or the village halls,
or the sons of old Caldwell.
Let all who live in her happy cline
Her peerless glory swell,
And give their talents, wealth and time
For the good of old CalwelL
At some day in the near future l may
attempt description of the Happy Valley
which BISHOP LYMAN says is the loveiest
spot in North Carolina, and speak more at
length of Caldwell county and its beauty
| and prosperity. J, D.