The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1892-11-09
Atomic Constitss>&3n-

AsoRsta Conssisasos-
The earliest fires Of the fall
Have frightened up the room:
Tho cat and dog and children all
Have bid old winter come.
The wind is running at the nose,
The clouds are In the shiver;.
By day We want more warmer clothes,
At night we want more klver.
When 4 hrnsr has laid by his crop
sud the seasons have bssn Kind and the
corn aad cotton are maturing, and shs
suoet pstaso vines have covered sss
ground, what an innocent luxury it IL 70
cit in the piazza In The shade Of the
evening, with ones feet on the ssni'sar',
and contemplate the beauty asd bounty
Of nature and the hopeful prospect of
another years support. 1t looks like
that even an Ishmaslite might then feel
calm and serene, and il he is snll IN
grateful for his abundant blessings, be is
worse than a hsathsn, and ought 70 ss
run out Of "a Christians country. Every
year brings toll aad trouble asd apprs-
hessioa, but there always comes along
rent and pssas aad the ripe fruiss Of ones
lsben.
Psr.immsps and 'possums are getting
rips. The Nay pops have dropped from
the vines. Obsgzuk and ohiakapina are
opening, and wslnuts are covering the
ground. Cravf,h and frogs have gone
into winter qusrtsrA Snakes and liz
yards have bid us sdisu. all nature ia
preparing for a winters sleep-sleap for
the trees, and grass and flowers. / like
winter; not six long months of snow and
ice and bowling winds, but three months
Interpreted with sunny days and Indian
summers. The sunny South is the place
for me, the region of mild and temperate
climate, of lofty mountains and beautiful
valleys and fast flowing streams. The
region where the simoon nor hurricane
ever comes, and the streams do not be-
come stsguant, nor the mosquito sings
his little song. I don't want to be snow,
bound in winter, nor to fly from q fiery
hurricane in summer; and it's curious
to me that cur Northern brethren don't
bid farewell, long farewell, 70 such
country and settle down in this pleasant
land.
"The cricket chirrups on the hearth
The cracking fasot fies."
The air is cool and lively. The family
have psartened up, and everything is
lovely around the farmers comfortable
fire. How invigorsting is the first chill
ing breeze of coming winter. The hum
cry horses nicker for their corn the cat
tie follow you around; the pesky pigs
,queal at your feet, and this dependence
of brutes upon US for their daily food
makes man feel his consequences a. he
struts among them like little king.
The love of dominion is very natural. 1t
provokes kindliness of heart, and If a
man hasn't got anything else to lord it
over, It's some comfort to love and holler
at his dog. I've seen the day when I
around among nv darkies like
patriarch. I'felt like I WAS running an
unlimited monarchy on a limited scale.
And Mrs. Arp felt that way, too. Some.
times in my dreams still hear the mu-
sic of her familiar call, "Backy, why
don't You come along with that coal.
hod ?" "I'se comm, man." "Ra-
ssnna, what in the world are you doing;
haven't you found that needle YETI"
"I'ss most found it, man," Poor thing;
patient and proud, she hunts her own
needless now, and the coal-hod falls 70
me.
But NE still live, thank the good Lord,
and are worrying through the chsckered
life as gracefully as possible. What's
the use of brooding over trouble whom
you can't help i,s Sometimes, whan
rainy day comes and all outdoors il vet
and sloppy, and the dogs track mud In
the piazza, and tbs children have so be
penned up in the house and everything
is gloomy, We get asd and look on the
dark side, and long for things ne haven't
got. When the little chaps play hide
and seek until they get tired, and shove
the chairs around for cars and engines,
and look at all the picturea, and cut up
all the newspapers, and turn summsrsen
on their little bed and then get restless,
and whine around for freedom, Ars. Arp
opens her school and stands 'sm up by
the bureau to say their lessons.
"Now, CARL, let me ses If you can SAY
your psalm. Put your hands deva and
hold up your head"
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall net
want. He-he-he."
"Let that fly alone, aud put your
hands down. He maketh me 10 lie
down"
"He maketh me to lie down 10 green
pastures. He, he."
"Quit pulling at that curtain He
leadeth me"
"Hs leadeth me. La, mamma, yon-
der comes covered wagon. spsck it's
got apples"
"Carl, stand away from that window.
If I take switch TO you, I'LL make you
look after apple wagons. He lsadsth
NO."
"He leadeth ms--in the house Of the
Lord forever"
"Bless my soul, if he hasn't skipped
over to the very cod. Where are you
going nov I"
"Mamma, I want drink of water
mamma, please give me and Jessie an
apple"
."No, sir, you shan't smell an apple.
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