San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-02-28
"A KING AMONG HOGS
HOME LIFE OF BARNES GREELEY,
The GREAT EDITORS BROTHER.
Perfect Picture of Contentment-Happy
with His Pigs and Chickens-Likes
Neither Water Nor Whisky-A Failure
at City Life.

People driving out of Cory, five miles over
the border into Warren county, come to the
small village Of Columbus and there pass a
large frame farm house, the doors and win
dows OF which are always wide open in warm
weather
The floors are uncarpeted, and pigs, chick
ems and ducks wander in and out of the
building at will
The tenant himself, tall man, white
barred, and quaint in appearance, who is
now nearly so years of age, may frequently,
on a sunny afternoon, be seen stretched out
on the floor bis bare feet sticking out of the
front door, with newspaper covering his
face to keep off the flies, in a sound sleep of
rural comfort and unsophisticated rest
This remarkable individual is Barnes
Greeley, the only brother of the only Horace
Greeley. who for sixty-five years has lived
On this farm and is the last surviving
member of his family.
When Barnes Greeley is awake his many
eccentricities his unfailing good nature, his
abundant liberality, as well as his intelli-
Gence and warmhearted friendlinesS, which
are we'll known and appreciated for miles
around. make him a favorite with his neigh
bors. His friends-and, by the way, he does
not seem to have an enemy-tell many kindly
anecdotes of this remarkable old man and
his many peculiarities.
The farm on which he lives is large and
fertile one and would long ago have made
thrlftier man Independently rich, but MIR.
Greeley seems to care to make only a living
out Of it and is happy and content in the
familiar company Of his pigs and poultry, of
which he is very fond.
THE EDITOR POOR SPORTSMAN
Many years ago, when Horace Greeley and
Barnes were boys together on the farm,
which was then in very wild district, and
years before Cory became the prosperous
place it now is, the former, who had gone to
the east to seek the fame and fortune he
achieved and was learning the printers
trade, would come for a vacation, and the
two would so off fishing and hunting to-
gether. The printers apprentice then, &C
cOrding to his brother, was as awkward in
the forest as Barnes was in parlor.
Horace never bad any luck with his rod or
mis- gun. He never got bite in the trout
brook and couldn't hit the side of barB not
to mention a wild rabbit.
Barnes, however, was fine sportsman and
usually came home well provided with game
or fish, frequently bringing down an antlered
DUCK or q doe.
Even in those days Horace was full of
ambition, and in their lonely tramps through
the woods would unfold his bright schemes
10 attain future greatness. His sympathetic
brother listened while these aspirations were
confded to him, and always encouraged their
indulgence, although he admits now he had
but small faith in their realization.
Horace never forgot this kindly encourage
menc, and when he became great New York
editor he remembered his homely and un-
couth brother in the backwoods. He sent for
Barnes to come to the metropolis and offered
him various positions. He made him his
travelling agent and then gave him an edi-
torial chair to fill; but he could not fill that
or any other place he would accept, and so
he went back to his farm. He says today of
his metropolitan experiences:
Il returned because l preferred to be a
king among hogs rather than a hog among
kings"
And he has been literally ever since "a
- among hogs 80. agH 4 chickens and turkeys