The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1892-09-03
VOL. XXXVlH.
,,,s,r II, YALOBUsHA COUNTY.
...rtad in q Well Written and Attrac.
tive style.
Ear the Grenada sENrINEL.]

ror the Grenada sErrIsELl
Inst as the rosy fingers OF Auror'
hsld aloft her blue and silver banner
tor the triumphant entree of the Goo
n,dav. we reached the quaint but, a
that early hour, sleepy town Of Coffee
r;,le where we found our friends
awaiting us with hearty greetings ant
cordial Welcome.
twas at once novel and delightful te
watch the sun rise. His beams at first
soft and tender as the love light in q
roman's eyes increased in strength as
the brightness rippled over hill and
dale until at last he shook every dror
If dew from his golden locks and stood
hefore the world in his majesty and
grandeur the only King Of day. Par.
don that sentimental outburst, I will
come down to more matter of fact
topics, however, the following pro-
ducts are dependent upon the man
dates Of Phoebus for existence. The
crops from Grenada to Coffeeville, as
far as seen from the railroad, are fine
50 fine that it was difficult to discern
them without magnifying glass;
After leaving the train we had Il pleas
ant ride in the interior country away
from the lazy hum Of village, the iu-
different clatter of town, and far from
the busy bustle Of city. With strong,
comfortable vehicle, two stout mules,
and an excellent driver and talker, in
our host (Mr. Spearman) with three
charming young ladies as companions,
tits not strange that the sixteen miles
we're travelled without fatigue or mo-
notony. saw number of weather.
beaten boards in divers directions,
nailed up high on the trees not far
apart and exclaimed, 'oh! look at the
mile posts!" but Immediately discov-
cred that there was not vestige Of
road leading there-from. We all
laughed when we read the ADVERTISE
uents "Bile Beans" ''Castoria Chill
Tonic" and ''Red Hot Drugs" I sup
pse one might get something to drink
songer than soda water. We passed
Il the green depths Of Emma lake.
vbse placid bosom wore beautiful
and lilies and every woman Of us was
Wild for some, but alas! 1t was en-
closed by barbed wire fence which said
plainly do not tresspass," and we
didn't. The first four miles from Cof-
eeville disclosed excellent crops of
corn and cotton and fair sorghum this
people like long sweetninO then fair to
Inferior alternately. Mr.. S. was aston
ished at my Judgment Of ''crops" and
knowledge of trees. When we got
into the hilly region the atmosphere
was pure and piuey. 1t was very pleas
ant-that long rural ride-and l in
dulged in the conceit that the OK eye
daisies waved us a welcome and the tall
golden rod and rich red lObelia nodded
to US as we passed. Away out in the
forest We came to a deserted home
stead. The worn grass covered ridges
proclaimed the fact that these were
once fields Of corn standing straight
and regular as soldiers awaiting COM
mand, and of cotton fields white with
snowy fleece, but now these long rows
are but silent remains Of q once profit
able plantation. It gave me melan-
choly feeling like that which Cold
smiths Deserted Village inspires,
when my wandering eyes rested upon
lhe old house. II was in q fair
state Of preservation, though gray and
seather-beaten by many years. II
thought Of the time when perhaps q
happy family had lived there, Of the
merry laughter and pattoring foot
dsps Of little children never more to
tssound through its echoless halls, all
%l9 inhabitants gone; some lying on
We oattle field, others sleeping In the
nnlly burial ground near BY, while
some are out in the busy marts Of the
'9tlo nghttng the battle Of life.
MI. Young SpearmanS home ID six-
zen miles East Of Coneeville, In Cal
ann county, situated on q high hill
mrrounded BY hills and tall pines.
Inc atmosphere8 is exhilerating and
%l, and (blessed placel) not 4 mosque
Goe seen, heard or felt, but the les
we chigger" got In good work.
!nesro Of man (WhOse name ! can.
ss recall up In this community who
three times been on the callows