The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-01-29

war and turned his face toward the
morning Of peace. lie abandoned the
rebel yell to enter the forum and the
courtroom end the hustings. lie gave
up the sword to enter the battles of
industry and commerce, and now in
little more than third Of a century
tlc land Of dcsolaton and of death,
the land Of monuments and memories.
has reached the springtimc Of a grand
cr destiny and the sun shines bright
on the domcs and the towers Of new
cities built upon the ashes Of the old,
and the cotton fields wave their white
banners of peace and the fields Of
wheat wave back their banners of
gold.
WHO can portray the possibilities
OF country which has produced the
Lees and Jacksons and the brilliant
Gordon and the dashing Joe Wheeler,
who is as gallant in the blue as he was
in the grey, and the impetuous and
immortal Bedford Forrest, the Mar
shall Ncy of the Confcderacy?
WHO can portray the possibilities
OF country which has produced the
stalwart and sinewy men of the rank
and file, who followed the Stars and
Bars through the smoke and fame of
every desperate battle and stepped
proudly into history as the greatest
fighters the world has known? A
country SO richly blessed, not only
with brave men and beautiful women,
but whose blossoming hills and fertile
valleys are SO generous and kind, and
whose mountains are burdcned with
coal and iron and copper and zinc and
lead enough to supply the world for
thousand years; whose virgin forests
yet stand awaiting and sighing for the
woodlands ak, and whose winding
rivers flow clear and cool and make
music as they go. 1t is the beautiful
land Of love and liberty, Of sunshine
and sentiment, of fruits and flowers,
where the grapevine staggers from tree
to tree as if drunk with the wine Of
its own purple clusters; where the
peach and plum and blood red cherries
and every kind of berry bend bough
and bush and glow like showered drops
OF rubies and of pearls. 1t is the land
of the magnolia and the melon, tbe
paradise of 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 veterans and
the same old spirit heaves their bos-
oms and flashes in their eyes; the
same old soldiers who welded the
musket long ago are nursing their
grandchildren on their knees and
teaching them the same old lessons of
honor and truth, and the saA:e ID love
of liberty. The mockipgbird sings
the same old songs in the same old
tree and the brooks leap and laugh
down tho same old hollows. We till
the same old fields and drink in the
same old springs and climb among the
same old rocks and fish in the same
old streams. It is the same old South,
and We are the same old Southern peo.
pie.
"'There may be skies as blue, but none
bluer;
There may be hearts as true, but none
truer.'
1T is the same old land of the free
and the same old homo of the brave.
1t is the same old South rcsurrected
from The dead with the prints of the
mills still in its side
"'I'm glad am in Dixie,
Look away! Look away!
In Dixic'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 Investment and the richest fields
for enterprise 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. A
new development has already begun.
Thirty years ago there was not fac
tory in South Carolina. To-day she
is spinning and weaving moro cotton
than she raises and is second only to
Massachusetts in the manufacture Of
cotton goods, and North Carolina and