The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-08-03

same old spirit heaves their bosoms
 and flashes in their eyes; the same old
 soldiers who wielded the musket long
 ago are nursing their grandchildren on
 their knees, and teaching them the
 same old lessons of honor and truth,
 and the same old love of liberty. The
 mocklngbird sings the same old songs
 in the same old tree and the brooks
 leap and laugh down the same old hol-
 lows. We till the same old fields and
 drink in the same old springs and climb
 among the same old rocks and fish in
 the old streams. It 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.
 It is the same old land of the free
 and the same old home of the brave. It ! is the same old south resurrected from
 the dead with the prints of the nails still in its side:
 I'm glad I am in Dixie. Look away! Look away!
 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 opportunities for in- vestment and the richest fields for en-
 terprise and industry ever known in the western hemisphere are now open to
 all who wish to come and help us make
 it blossom like the rose, new de-
 velopment has already begun. Thirty
 years ago there was not a factory in
 South Carolina. To-day she is spin
 ming and weaving more cotton than she
 raises and is second only to Massachu-
 setts in the manufacture of cotton goods, and North Carolina and Georgia have made equal progress with South Carolina in this new idea of making the south not only the leader in agricul- ture, but also in converting our raw material into finished articles of com merce and trade, and thus saving our section millions of weath. In the mountains of southwestern Virginia, southeastern Kentucky, east Tennes- see, north Alabama, where the sun shine plays hide and seek with the shadows and where many rivers are born, there Is beautiful valley 600 miles in length and from 1 to 30 miles wide. Until quarter of a century ago the principal product of that country was children. The people did not realize that the north rim of the valley was an almost unbroken vein of coal and that the south rim was an exhaustless bed of iron, and they placed but little value on the vast parks of timbers, where the ax had never gleamed, but now the dy namite has just begun to jar the silent hills and the forests have just 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 Roanoke new furnaces are being lighted and new industries are developing, and Huntsville and Decatur and Chattanooga and Knox vile and Johnson City and Bristol, on the line, will soon be great manufac- turing centers, where the pig iron and the logs of hardwood which are now be- ing 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 all the implements of agriculture made out of our own iron.
 Until twenty years ago the sons of 1, Louisiana and Arkansas | were eontented to sit on their verandas | and watch the "nigger" and his lazy | mule in the cotton field and listen to i the melodies of the old plantation, But | now the mills of Mississippi are begin l hing to mingle their music with these | and the marshes of Louisiana | are being converted into rice fields, and | she is making enough sugar to-day to sweeten the tooth of the world. Ar 1 kansas is building factories and open ng her mines and mineral wealth and | saving down her great forests of pine. At the close of the civil war Texas was 1 l wilderness, but now the howl of the wolf has given place to the whistle of , the engine, and the whoop of the In lian has been hushed by the music of From Texarkana to Fl l Paso prosperous cities and towns have sprung up like prairie flowers, where he wild horse once galloped and the buffalo graZed, and great geysers of | coal oil have solved the fuel problem.
 In the full development of this new 1 dea of transforming our raw material | nto finished goods lies our hope of re- gaining our prestige and power in the of national affairs, and of winning back billions of wealth which were wiped out by the destroying angel # war. God grant that our beloved old outh may be as happy in reaping the ,olden harvest of prosperity in the ,ears to come as she has been brave md true through the suffering and woes of adverslty in the sorrowful ears Of the past.
 And now, my grizzly old friends who nee wore the gray, in the name of our oung men, I congratulate you upon aving lived to see the dawn of a tighter day for your battle-scarred nd war-swept country. You must oon answer to the roll call of eternity nd join your comrades on the other ide. l give you the pledge of your ons that they will ever defend the rec I'd you have made and themselves live D to the traditions of their fathers. In he name of our women, both young nd old, I implore the blessing of the