The Daily Texarkanian., 1900-08-05
FROM LOUISIANA.
"W1LD Woop GLEN"

| suggestive, WnO-WnO-Wn0 are
you" of the owl2 The numerous
controversy of the katy-did? The
apprebensive song of the diamond
rattler2 The bark of the frisky
squirrel and the fox2 The wild,
weird song of the wild-cat2 The
"gobble-gobble" of the wild turkey?
When this orchestral band touches
the keynote, and each member
strikes up his prelude, as taught by
the Master of all Arts-Nature-
when the duet of "Katy-didl-Katy-
didn't" IS interrupted bysan imper-
tinent "iYho are you?" and the lat
ter, by the imperative tones of the
fierce feline representative-all to
the accompaniment OF Prof. Green
Back. Do you consider it a har-
mony given to soothing one to
peaceful slumber-to the visiona-
ry's paradise? You dol Very well;
it is not surprising, for 'tiS this
music that lifts ones mind to holier,
purer, higher things than this YER
satie world can give. 'Tis the mag
ical keynote of Nature, who, po-
tent Master of all beauty. most eff
fciently plays upon the harpis
chord of "Sursum Corda." +" While
"the band plays on" we forget each
members station, the Professor"
in the marsh pond near by, the
critic, who oft chimes in with his
inquiry, in a tall, neighboring cy-
Ipress, the reptile coiled near its
earthly domicile-we forget their
proximity, while the higher, the
intellectual self scars to lofty
heights, sublime thoughts, enobling
plans. In a chime where the cy-
press mingles her proverbial notes
of funeral marches and death
knells, with the soft sough and in
spring whisper Of the graceful sis
ter, pine, which brings back to
many of us sweet and tender recol-
lections, in locality where every
day, for more than two months,
has been one of showers, is it re-
markable that we wandering no.
mads, whom Fate has, for time,
cast in one of Louisiana's famous
Iparishes-is it singular that we are
blessed with the above mentioned
orchestra ? Oh! no, for these crea-
lures have solitude, sylvan haunts,
unfrequented by man. They love
their native, rustic haunts, alone
beautifed by the great Masters
handicraft. They love the unex-
plored works because a loving hand
thus casts their lot. But these
spots, long familiar to them, are
desolated and forsaken when their
king, their foe, man, intrudes. The
home, so carefully constructed, and
the little ones therein, must be for
saken for man-mau interferes.
Ere long the shrill whistle of the
locomotive as it puffs and pants
through this district, will fill with
terror, the happy SYLVAN inhabi-
tants that escaped the ruthless
weapons OF the railroad contractors
numerous employees.
Long before Soils effulgent rays
rouse the warbIers in their verdant
abodes, and place the finger of ST.
lence upon prof, Green Back, I"
the song of the contractors mig
gers" rings out clear and sonorous.
They sing of the "Head Con, /"
peacefully dreaming in his cozy
tent, while "His Honor's Niggers"
bring the dollar in; they sing of the
Saturday Nights Parole" and
smack their crimson "portals" to
their mammoth caves, over the old
time "Watermillion Smilin' On De
Vine, thus terrorizing the "abor-
igines," unaccustom2d to melodies,
save of their own execution.
Thus the work goes on. 'Tis civ
| ilizjng, indeed, for our railroads
open to Commences receptive arms,
rich, productive soil, untouched by
the hand of man, They pour hand
some dividends into the city's cof-
; fers, they spread the pure, bright
wings of Christianity over the
"semi-barbarous" home; with thelu
runs the mystic wire that enthralls
the spark from the heaven and
flashes it forth on the tendon of
thought; but, alas there is domoli-
tion in all up-buidlng-nothing
worth having is gained without
some sacrifice. The pristine beauty
of the forest is no more, after the
final survey has been made and the
woodsmans ak rings loud and clear
telling the proud monarchs, maxi
ing way for the plough and scraper,
and they preparing for the steel,
along which the iron potentate is