Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1896-09-03
Glen lnman.

One of those cool fall mornings of
last week had an Irresistible feeling
that all old hunters have on just such
mornings, to go all over the noun
tains, as of early days when the woods
were full of deer and all kinds of wild
game. So the boys brought me a
horse saddled to ride. After filling
my pockets with good silver literature,
set out for my old friends way down
in the mountains. As l rode Toasted
my eyes on the grand mountains with
the rocks and woods. Such an eXhil-
arating feeling came over me felt
like singing, 81 love thy rocks and
rills, Thy woods and tempted hills"
As passed Rest Lawn, | could not
help stopping to rest awhile. found
Mr.. Blanton fiat on his back sick, and
was just in the mood to want to see
some one. / found some others of
the family had been sick and were yet
unwell. AS / sat by the bed, l took
the book, The Farmers Story" out
of my pocket, and handed it to him.
After looking at it, he asked me to
read it to him. l had intended only to
stop a few minutes. but after reading
chapter after chapter, l found my
horse had been taken to the stable,
and dinner was ready. l did not
know how fast the time was passing
and | think Mr.. BlantOn forgot his
pain he was so interested in the book.
But as l had yet those high rough
mountains to climb, could not stay
longer.
And such steep, high, rocky-sided
mountains! At last, just before night,
| reached the home of my old friend,
Isaac Smith, and almost the first ques-
ton was, ''are you silver?" l told
him and two other men that were
there, Il was silver, all through in
side and out" They said, Good for
you" There is no question that so
interests the common people that l
met as the silver question. Although
Mr.. Smith is a Baptist preacher, he
forgot for the time everything but the
one question, How are we to pay our
taxes, eff we have no money!"
AS we sat and talked of the past,
present, and the future, everything
else was forgotten, although | saw at
every house and out in the mountains,
herds of cattle fat and sleek, and drOves
of the year, yet those people say, ''we
cannot sell our stuff for money, and
what are we to do?"
Next morning l started down Glen
Inman-the valley that was called
Barren Hollow in the early times,
But now all mado into nice we'll TILED
farms and the people with every COM
fort about them. AS l rode passed a
little cleared spot just a little way
from one of these farms, aud 1 saw
some hewed logs for house. 1 found
the families of the valley had organ
lied a new school district, as they had
now twenty-five children of school age,
and they were putting up new school
house. All OF the children here
tofore had to walk or ride four miles
over one of these high mountains, or
not go to school. All, or nearly all,
of these children are cousins, and these
people have hired Mr.. Payne-an old
university student and teacher-to
teach their first school. When | first
passed up through that valley not a
tree grew, but it was like a prairie,
and the ground for miles was white,
like snow. with strawberry blossoms.
Now it is rich meadows, cornfelds,
and nice orchards of all kinds of fruits.
l could hardly believe my eyes. Ev-
erything looked so prosperous, yet
their was a kind OF an anxious look on
everyone's countenance. What are
we going to do for money if Mckinley
is elected? We can't sell thing
farming" That's the all-absorbing
question of to-day. No, did not see
single Gold man in all my trip
thank heaven for that! L. 2. Z.