The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1897-04-20

udders making for home to be MIXED.
Then go out back of his house and be
hold about. one hundred and fifty bee
hives and the bees all playing in and
out, gathering honey dew and packing
it away for honey, and then can you
deny the fact that you are not in a
land flowing with milk and honey :
Let US quote Virgil on his place:
s'Here mid Nertheast's syren bowers,
In glorious ease I'll muse my studiOus
hours,
While the wild bees hum shall Oft
pursuade to sleep
And the pioneers song shall echo from
the steep"
Close to this place lived Daniel K?L'
lum, aged about 81 years. Lower down
lived Mr.. Melton, who lived to see 1O8
years. This northeast branch of New
River affords water power sufficient to
put up a factory, and all about y or
8 miles of the northeast station or
depot on the Wilmington, New Berne
& Norfolk R. r. is a good place to ship
off butter, beef, mutton, goats, chick
ems and eggs. I will also state fruit
apples, pears, peaches, grapes-and all
kinds of garden vegetables, truck,
potatoes, MELONS, peas, collards and
cabbage flourish here. aac Kellum,
lived near this place; he had gold and
silver; lived in peace and died in a pot
of grease.
Those who desire some spot by mortal
foot untrod,
And there alone commune with their
God,
Go in white oak pocosin and there you
will find it.
Those who desire health and wealth,
secluded from the world and yet near
a railroad, go there on the margin OF
white oak pocosin, put your honey up
there, your bees, cattle, sheep, goats,
geese and also hogs. Let the vine and
the fruit trees grow while you sleep
About New River and it's branches, it's
excellent oysters, fish and a full de.
scription of it, rising in Onslow and
flowing into the Atlantic Ocean from
Oaslow, and it's appearance as a lake
or an arm OF the sea, I will write more
fully hereafter.
In q land like this we ought to have
a good government and a n excellent
financial system, by the people and for
the people.
"Doyou not hear the children weeping,
Oh! my brothers,
Ere the misery comes with years
They are leaning their young heads
against their mothers,
But that cannot stop their tears.
The young lambs are bleating in the
meadows,
The young birds are chipping in their
nest,
The young fawns are playing with the
shadows,
The young blossoms are blowing to-
wards the west,
But the children, OH my brothers,
they are weaping bitterly,
They are weeping in the play time of
the rest,
Because of the issue Of bonds and the
gold standard
In the land of the free"
Give us reform and q change in our
finances. Down with National banks,
and issue all money by the general
government, and keep all our money
separate from corporations and indi
viduals; coin silver and make paper
money, not to be redeemed in either
gold or silver and payable for all debts,
public and private. J. II. FOY.
Here's a quite vitriolic and lamar
chistic" paragraph from the North
American Review. 1t occurs In a con-
tributed article by Gen. L s Brice:
We are living in the shadow Of an
unbridled plutocracy, caused, created,
and cemented in 10 slight degree by
legislative, aldermanic and congress
sional action; a ~plutocracy that is far
more wealthy than any a~ristoracy that
has ever crossed the horizon of the
worlds history, and one that has been
produced in a shorter ~consective period,
the names of whose members are EN-
blazoned not on the pages of their ma
TONS glory, but of its p%eculations
who represent no struggle for their
country's liberties, but for it's Doodle
no contests for magma charta, but fo1
railroad charters, and whose octopus