The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1901-08-02

is glorious in the gray, and the i'm
petuous and immortal Bedford For
rest, the Marshal Ney of the Con-
federacy? Who can portray the
possibilities OF country which has
produced the stalwart and sinewy
men Of the rank and file who fol-
lowed the stars and bars through
the smoke and flame of desperate
! battle and stepped proudly into his
| toryas the greatest fighters the world
has ever known
"a country 80 richly blessed, not
only with brave men and beautiful
women, but whose poisoning hills
= and fertile valleys are so generous
and kind, and whose mountains are
/, burdened with coal and iron and
! copper and zinc and lead enough to
+. supply the world for thousand
/ years, whose virgin forests yet stand
waiting and signing for the wood
mans ak, and whose winding rivers,
so clear and cool, make music as
they flow.
|
and liberty, of sunshine aud senti-
| ment, of fruits and flowers, where
the grapevine staggers from tree to
tree as if drunk with wine of its
own purple clusters, where peach
and plum and blood-red cherries and
every kind of berry bend, bough
aud blush and glow like showered
drops of rubies and of pearls. 1t
is the land of the magnolia and the
melon, the paradise of the cotton
and the cane.
''They tell us now that it is the
New South, but the same old blood
runs in the veins of these old vete-
rams and the same old spirit heaves
their bosoms and flashes in their
eyes.
"The same old soldiers who WELD
ed the musket so long ago are nurs
ing their grandchildren on their
knees to-day and teaching them the
same old lessons of honor aud truth,
and the same old love of liberty.
The hooking bird sings the same
old song in the same old trees, and
the brooks leap aud laugh down the
old hollows. We till the same old
fields and drink from the same old
springs, climb among the same old
| rocks, and fish in the same cd
streams.
cit is the same old South and we
are the same old Southern people.
"'There may be skies as blue, but none bluer-
There may be hearts as true but none truer'
CIT is the same old land of the
free and the same old home of the
! brave. 1t is the same old South
resurrected from the dead, with the
prints of the nails still in it's hands
and the scars Of the spears still in
its side.
60 4 am glad am in Dixie, look away, look awayl
| In Dixie's land I'll take my stand and live and
die for Dixie.
Look away, look away. look away down South in
| Dixie
"Within the borders Of this fair
land of Dixie, the finest opportuni-
ty for investment and the richest
fields for enterprise and industry
ever known in the western hemis
phere are now open to all who wish
to come and help US make it bios
som like the rose. A new develop
ment has already begun. Thirty
years ago there was not factory in
South Carolina. To. day she is spin
ming and weaving more cotton than
she raises, and is second only to
Massachusetts in the manufacture
of cotton goods. And North Caro-
lima and Georgia have made equal
progress with South Carolina in this
new idea of making the South not
only the leader in agriculture, but
also in converting our raw material
into finished articles of commerce
and trade, thus saving to our section
countless millions of wealth.
"The people did not realize that
the north rim of the valley was an
almost unbroken bed of coal and
that the south rim was an exhaust
less bed of iron, and they placed
but little value on the vast parks of
timber where the ak had never
cleaned. But now the dynamite
has just begun TO jar the silent hills
and the forests have begun to fall.
Birmingham is making the sky of
night red with the glare of her fur
naces, and all the way up the valley
to the new City of Ronoake, new
furnaces are being lighted and new
industries are developing. Hunts
Vile, Decatur, Chattanooga, Knox
vile, Johnson City, and Bristol on
the line, will soon be great manu-
featuring centers, where the pig
iron and logs of hardwood, which
, are now being shipped away to be
converted into finished articles, will
, pass through our own mills, and we
, will cease to be the fools we have
. been in the past, buying furniture
, made in foreign cities out of our
, own timber, and ali the implements
/ of agriculture made out of our own
, iron.
; "Until twenty years ago the sons
J of Mississippi, Louisiana and Ark
: ansas were contented to sit on theil
: verandas and watch 'the Niger and
e | his lazy mule in the cotton fields
3 and listen TO the melodies of the ole