The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1892-01-23
Br MAI s. 4. JONAS, Of the Aberdeen
Examiner.

" nat tne semolaSe MAs anput.
He took the stand Just as he does
Upon camp meeting days,
Aud clasped his hands upon his chest
Like Deacon Gibson prays.
Said he; Friends ever since the war
A trouble has been brewin',
For the spectators have combined
TO bring about our ruin.
'Scein' that the cotton crap
The demand WAS tar exceeding,
And that We sent to market more
Than ali the world was needing.
Those heartless men, tho hnowing we'll
That it wern't near what it cost us,
Stood off till we were bound to sell,
And then, eight cents they tossed us.
This srime agin their fellowmsn
The world would scorn, il knowing,
Aud we are her to taAe The steps
To make proper showing
TO show that while we're bedding up
Our lands with usual care,
And arranging ow to pitch tho crap,
aud about the laborers' share.
The spectators who kept count
OF all the stock on hand,
And know Just what we made last year,
And Jest what's the demand
And s'posin' we will plant agin
All we can cultivate,
Have fixed upon eight Genes pound
As the opening market rate.
we must defend ourselves said lie,
But the committee returned then,
And raped tor silence, as | said
Are you ready gentlemenf
Read your report. The chairman spit
His uuiu out on the floor.
And then bit off IA bigger Chew
Than the one he had before
AS though his feelings were TOO Geep
10 t. tlst his nerves, ana then
He hauled Oat an old ledger leaf,
Ana the reading thus begun:
Whereas, the speeulatiug folks
In New York nnd Liverpool
For years have over the cotton belt
Held sway with heartless rule;
'DeteIminin' without our voice
jest what our lint was worth,
Ana liking harvest rates before
The seeu were III the earth
'Calculating, as they say,
1he future from the past
Anu figuring the cOiing crop
BY the one We pIcksd out LAST
/ or the farmers to be ilee,
And believing No can gain control,
Ii We can all agree
And c0mpactly stand together
For eur interests ANA the right,
And with the nerve Ot patriots
Go in 70 win tine fight;
Resolved, that we will each a third
Less land this year bed up
Than We ia eighteen seyenty-hve
Gave TO tho cotton crop.
Resolved, that we will no supplies
THIS year on credit buy,
And no advances ask until
The crops are Ill laid by
And that each farmer shall agree
his food acreage To dOnble,
And not neglecs the corn fields
If the season gives MS trouble.
If to this pledge we steadfast hold,
Your committee feels quite sure
That we'll hardly make tonr million bales
Aud we'll get twelve cents or more
Farmers, said J. what will you do
With the report just readf
Move its adoptionr twenty men
Jumped 70 their feet and said.
1t almost brought the rafters down
When old Gill, of the Star pla' tation,
YeIle,l-'I Il move you, sir, tina we adopt
The report by acclanation
/ rode on home with neighbor Pitts,
A shrewd, tar-seeing man,
Aud he and discussed the thing,
Aud agreed upon our plan;
W, hath lowed that the folks wud stick
For a few weeks any how,
Whereas planting OF the cotton
should DO going on right now;
An as the boys were pledged, ycu Know
To keep out of debt, or try,
We concluded things would be dirt cheap
To those who'd cash to buy.
So pitts and agreed that this
Would be the year 70 plant,
And come in with whOOplnS crop,
While the other folks were scant.
That if the crop is short third,
And the price a third advances,
'TwouL do ior those who are we'll fixed
To loose the best OF chances.
We greed to rent the '.Dobbins place"
That can ior a song be COTTON,
And to nut every broad acre
Offs cleared lano down in cotton.
Pitts, he's to 90 to Memphis
To arrange about the feed,
And I'm to slip oil TO the hills
For what extra hands we.n need
We've 20. to play it mighty fine
For Il folks drop gu our game
And lind that we're expanding,
Every planter will do lhe s~sis'
cut down the home crop no indeed,
But we'Is talk q heap about it;
you bows say Dads reduced one half,
And nary man will doubt it.
That barley patch we'll do without
And that rich cut tie'tr the iand
That yoaf Nam. sSiitea Tor taaers
Wen III cotton put agAin'
sOur creek land to each aer. made
sixty bushels, last, nat,
And rni counting big oh the cotton
Ina going 10 n.aks On tsat'