Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1890-10-16
ARP ON POLITICS,
He Says Everything is In a {
Bad, Muss. I.
CANDIDATES ABUSING EACH OTHER
IN ROUND TERMs--To THE FARM
RRs' ALLIANCE HE AD- s,
DRESSES A PEW
WORDS. Il
Iron tho Atlanta Constitution.

y q - .N.| # e
wood and Livingston and Peck all
fussing, and ex-G Governor Smith and
Judge Hines in the bushes with their
coats off. Gordon says Norwood is
q demagogue and uses language on
Livingston. OF course they had to
bring poor Tom Lyon into it as q
side show. But Tom can stand it.
Norwood says he does not like the
word domagogue, and he challenges
Gordon for a talk. They all seem
to be friends to the farmer, and are
almost ready, to die for him. This
sudden and extraordinary love for
tho poor farmer is very touching and
pathetic, and l wish there were four
or five Senators to elect. Such de-
votion deserves to DO rewarded. To
q nan up in q tree the whole thing
looks peculiar, and somehow reminds
us of the soldier who got scared
carly and wanted to go homo. So,
while the minnie balls were singing
and whistling all around him, he was
found behind q tree with his arms
outstretched, and was waving them
up and down vigorously. "What
are you doing, Jake :" said a com
rade. 81 want to go homc,'' said he,
"and l am waving for a furlough."
He wanted to get shot in tho hand.
There is many an office seeker, many
a political soldier waving for a fur
Tough now.
What is all this racket about, any
.ow2 Who started itP Who told
the farmers that they we're oppressed
and m%istreatcd and imposed upon by
i~ras7'ur0. Kunnon, ST: Louis, Mo-; A
all tho rest of mankind? Genera
Gordon says he has been sympathiz
ing with them for seventeen years
and Mr.. Norwood has been troubled
all his life about them. Governo,
Smith is awful sorry for them. Liv,
ingston has wept in great anguish
for them.
Well, it must be a bad, sad case.
but to save my life, I can't CRY a bit
wish that I could, When I see
folks weeping all around me and
can't shed altear, it makes me sus.
poet my own heart. Pm afraid I've
got calloused in my old age.
farmed as hard as I could for eleven
years, and never found out that I
was oppressed. I worked in the
field with my boys. we planted
and plowed and hood and moved
grass and raised horses and cattle,
and sold our produce for a good
price.
Our corn always brought fifty
cents a bushel at the crib and our
hay $40 a ton, and Mbody over
came and told me I was imposed
upon, and I was such a fool I never
found it out. Joe Bradley has been
farming right close by for twenty
years and hasn't found it out yet.
Ho must be an awful fool. Joe
used to bring his cotton to my gin
before I got up and I asked him one
day how he managed to make so
much cotton and corn and wheat and
oats, and raise so many fat hogs, and
send his daughter to town to school,
and buy a piano, and all that. Joe
smiled and said: "Well, you must
know that if I don't SEQ the sun rise
in tho morning I have the headache
all day, and as my house is down in
a hollow, | have to 60 to the corn
field or cotton patch to see the sun
rise" I'll bet $40 that Joe don't be-
long to the Alliance. lie hasn't
got time. When a rainy day comes
you will find him in his workshop
making a pillow stock, on mcnding his
harness, or cleaning out his stables.
fie saves every spadcful of barnyard
manure and puts it on his land. I
had one tenant who worked hard
and prospcrcd. I had two others
who were always behind. They had
a power of business at the mill or at
town, or at some mecting house, and
when the crock was muddy they
were just obliged to 60 scining.
Their crops were always.in the grass,
and they arc in the grass yet I reckon.
They belong to the Alliance, and are
waiting for something to turn up.
This is plain talk, but it is true talk.
Tho greatest enemy tho farmer has
got is his own Incidence. No man
succeeds at anything who does not
work diligently. If a man would
work as hard on his farm as Roub
Sattorield does in his store, hc would
prosper. Mr.. 'SattcrfelI Is a good