The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-12-06
The Cotton Crop.

The Cotton crop.
The recent advance in cotton is a
eodsend to the struggling masses, and
The persistent attempts of the bear
element headed by that gigantic fraud,
Mr.. H. NJ. Neill, to rob them of the
fruit of their labors has fallen ridicu-
lously fiat. Possibly more than to any
other one concern, the farmer should
be grateful to Messrs. Price, Nc
Cormick g. Co., OF New York, who
have expended thousands of dollars in
proving the falsity of Neilrs fraudulent
estimate. In this connection we ap-
pend letter from a very talented
Georgia woman commencing them on
their noble fight together with little
poem written by her on Mr.. NeilFs es-
innate:
EAroNToN, GA, Noy 12, 1899.
Messrs. Price, Mccormick o. Co.,
New York. Gentlemen-I am a large
grower Of cotton, and reside in the
very center of the drought-deyasted
section of the South. Knowing fully
the condition here, / have watched
with keen interest the noble fight yonr
firm has made against the party led by
Mr.. Nei1. Rest assured you have the
thanks and appreciation of the whole
South, and the growers of cotton all
bless your name.
would like to add my little mite of
gratitude, as to my personal knowledge
you have saved many OF the people
round here from starvation and beg
gary by your efforts to reveal the truth
about our pitifully small crop. Had
we received as small a price as Mr..
NeilrS estimate warranted, portions OF
the South must have suffered for ne
cessaries of life.
am literary woman by profession,
and the enclosed little poem was writ
ten to help the ''bull movement" when
cotton was at its lowest ebb. Think
ing it might aid you in creating sentl-
ment against the Nei1 contingent, l
send it with this. Perhaps it might be
typewriter and distributed with your
circulars. At least, it is an evidence
of desire to aid your struggle Tor the
truth.
Very respectfully,
MRS. w. B. HUNT.
In the darkest hours Of cotton, when
it had few friends, immediately after
Mr.. Neilps Il, 100000 estimate, this lit
tie poem was written for a prOmlnet
broker on the New York Cotton Ex-
change. It was read on the floor OF
the Exchange, creating much merlment
and bringing cheer and hope to those
who were fighting the South's battle
against Mr.. Neill. 1t is published for
the first time in the Atlanta Journal.
ItfOllows:
a,ot n,..o, Na;,ps pool;np
for the South,
It matters net the rainfall; 1t matters
not the drought,
Strange, this city farmer, regardless rain
or shine,
"Mules.'' .:acres" or "guano" makes
crop that's always "fne
Beneath the Brazos River, went Texas
tout of sight,
And steam boats gay were sailing above
the cotton white.
But Mr.. Neill quite calmly raid, 'Pshaw,
why don't you know,
Beneath the raging pillows toe cotton
best will g-ow!'
"And ifthe flood continues, that cotton
when itfruits,
Will gathered be by .plckers, sen6 down
in diving suits"
"For cotton's an aquatic, on suckers
feeds and (whales)?
The flood will make for Texas an extra
million bales"
But when the rest of Dixie with drought
was burning dry,
This Epg.ish cotton planter, he winked
his other eye.
And said: can the conditions stiH point
to .aonster crop,
The drought has so helped cotton the
price must further drop"
'sFor cotton needs no moisture, it thrives
on sun and heat;
Eleven millions are assured now, twelve
millions yet may beat"
Obi Mr.. Neill, this cotton (so queer the
South ne'er knew,
These phantom feecy millions no plant
er picked but you"
Where did you make such crop. pray?
Not here, but DER the seas;
Perchance your cotton's growing round
English factories.
-MRs. w. B. HUNT. Eatonton, Ga.