The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1895-11-20
may thank the Lord. Dayis dawning

flourish as she used to flourish, and
the Country gentleman will be the
man of men.
But it was Browns comparisons
his contrasting the old homes with the
present-that l started the last para
graph on. He, Brown, came in
scratching his head, since I began to
write, and would insist upon discuss
| ing the amount of company he is hav-
ing since the exposition began. The
visitors are not to blame, they think
Brown plenty able and willing. It is
what he gets for bragging-it don't
pay to brag, sometimes.
"Plunk," says he-he calls me
"Plunk" whenever he wishes to be
very agreeable.
'iW6at2' says I, and pretty sharp
ly, for he has borrowed and borrowed
till am smartly disfgured myself.
"Some mighty big folks coming to-
morrow" said he, humbly.
"Well," said I simply.
"The last dinged thing I had has
been eat-all gone, out Of everything;
you must come to the rescue"
"Catch our old gander," /" 1 said, "and
try that on them"
Brown smiled large smile, the first
smile of a month. He knew he had
them. We have had experience in
trying to eat old gander, and any read
er who has ever tried to cook a gan
der can appreciate Brown 8 smiles.
He is cutting the pigeon wing out on
the back portch over the sappy solu-
ton. He is mad at himself a little
for not putting the first chat came on
the gander-the whole exposition can t
destroy one, so let 'em come, Brown is
fixed and Dragging.
Before the war there would have
had to have been no resort to ganders.
AS many could have come as wished
and brought along their horses and
mules and oxen, and their man servant
and their maid servant--there would
have been no strain and there would
have been no running of! to town for
piece of meat and sack of -four.
In fact, plain bacon would have been
too common for such visitors before
the war. A little bit Of middling
might have been used for seasoning,
and there might have been ham with
red gravy for breakfast, but fat
young beef, nice mutton, turkey and
chicken and shoat-such as this would
have been set before visitors of the
olden times on such occasions.
The young generation need not con-
clude that it was very rich people who
could extend such bountiful hospital
ity as have spoken Of. It was COM
mon in Georgian all the South.
There was plenty in the land and made
at home. I have in my mind many a
good old countryman OF Pike and
Merriwether and Coweta and Spalding
and Henry and Monroe Counties, any
one of whom would set a table on any
big meeting day with enough to feed
a family now to make crop. And
they were not rich men either. Some
of them were renters and some over
seers-none of them rich. 1t was the
times, the metods, that made it easy
and pleasure.
Georgia was prosperous then. Her
best brains were turned to agriculture.
There was no laying awake at night
studying about futures. " There
was no trying to make thousands on
the tick of telegram from the gamb-
ling hells of New York. Things were
real-no dealing in myths. Millions
of wheat and thousands of cotton was
not sold then until it existed. Such
things were produced in reality and
engaged the best brains of our country
in their production. Trade on paper
satisfies now-nothing real, nothing
substantial. The farms have vent
too slow. They could grow up and
wash away for what these "buoket
house" dealers earned. Speculation
went on just as we'll without produc-
ton as with it, but at last this "6cti-
tion'' must stop. Things must get
upon a real basis or this country is
gone. The people are groaning, groan-
ing, groaning! All around you there
is breeding desperation. Your ILL
gotten gains will be sweps from you
by some upheaval that you have never
dreamed Of. There is one hope
Come join your brains with hardy sons Of
toll.
And watch the generous yield of Southern
soil;
It only Graves of laggard sons touch
To yield the same to 'day-and just as much.
SARGE PLUNKETT.