The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1894-01-31
SARGE PLUNKETT.
Tho Old Man Mourns for the Wickodness
of Chicago.
atlanta Constitution.

Atlanta Constitution.
Christmas is over, the weather is
fine and the farmers are beginning to
stir the ground for the next crop.
That the farmer feeds the world is
too we'll known to waste time stating
the fact. So important he is, and yet
he has less to do with forming or die
tating the policy of the government
than any other class of folks in all the
world. The niger is getting clear
ahead of the farmer in political i'm
portance, and the heathen Chinee is
gaining ground mighty fast. The
farmer knows his Importance and he
feels the sights, but it is next to i'm
possible to get them to profit by the
knowledge of their Importance or to
resent their Sights by united effort.
As in politics, so it is in the matter of
pitching their crops. They pay but
little attention to each other in this
and so lose benefits rightly their own
if they were to plant intelligently and
act in concert. Right now one neigh
Dor is nosing round to see if he can't
slip in big cotton crop unbeknowing
to the other neighbor, while all OF
them know and preach the doctrine OF
'less acreage" Let 'em rip; I don't
care, for next fall will have good
time laughing when they are cursing
the low prices.
Anyhow, we-of the south should be
thankful. I feel that we should when
I read of the great distress in Chicago.
But am not surprised at anything
that happens to Chicago. 1 have
been there and more uugodly place
was never upon this earth. 1t was in
this great city that I felt more than
ever before in my life like exclaiming
s'God bless old Georgia! God bless
the South r The immortality one
sees there is enough to inspire the
sentiment above. 1t is a city of for
eigners. No America there. Every
where and everything smacks of the
foreigner. I would not give one day
of hearty greeting that is present al
ways in Georgia for all the sociability
that life time would bring from these
immoral, cold, business-bent foreign
aired people of Chicago. The wonder
to me is that the Lord does not smite
the whole State of Illinois, much less
Chicago, for the sins of this great city.
I have talked to men from London and
they tell me that Chicago has more sin
in one day than London in a year.
And it is licensed immortality. A
wicked city it is, but I am sorry for
the women and little children who are
suffering there, and am sorry for any
who may scorn the idea Of the Lord
Furnishing for such immortality as is to
be met within Chicago. have heard
that mans extremity was Gods op-
portunity. I hope that Chicago will
be bettered morally by her trouble. l
told Brown this morning that felt
like calling upon all the world to pray
for Chicago, but I know that l would
be laughed at. if I did. Anyhow my
remarks to Brown caused him to re-
member little story which I had for
gotten, and Brown wants me to give it
here as an evidence of there being yet
some efficacy in prayer.
Brown little story dates from We
dowee, Randolph County, Ala. We
dowee, from an Indian village, came to
be the County seat of Randolph when
the County was organized. The little
town, n,does not stand now where it was
first intended that it should stand,
and where it was first located. At
first the town was on the banks OF
Wedowee creek, and there the Smiths,
the Helms and others started on the
road to eminence. Beneath the shell
ter of bush arbor, which was then
the court house, these men clashed
their legal swords and made the wild
woods resound. As an adjunct to
this busharbor court house was the
County's first jail-a poplar log. The
Jail was simply big poplar log lying
upon the banks of Wedowee Creek.
The prisoner was thrust into the hol-
low of this great log and a sliding door
at the end shut in. 80. .
There had. been a bloody murder
committed ON the Tallapoosa river,
one Of the rivers Of the County" "A
coroner's inouest placed the crime