Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1903-12-10


News correspondents as to the where
abouts of THE Jacksonian" he now
acts the part of the didapper and again
bobs up above the surface of this sea of
mysteries, and as | am out of the range
OF those old squirrel and hog rifles and
muskets" peculiar to East Tennessee,
mean to remain above surface long
enough to give you the benefit OF some
of my soundings Since the mighty
waters were so good as to roll back its
waves and swallow US up, the whole
world Il mean the News world) has
been endeavoring to get in touch with
the flowing narrative of our Prince AL
bert. Fists have been shaken, teeth
grated, hair torn and heels popped.
Bro Wm Dooley is pretty nearly the
only News correspondent who has not
shown us the signs OF the times, and
made US feel the usage of bygone days,
While he has raked that little cove in
which he lives with fine toothed comb
for news to write. racked once peace
full brain with wild illusions, and bank
rupted fertile Imagination for nara
tions, yet in all his enthusiastic cru
sades and excursions for the ridiculous
he has not paid us even the cold respect
of passing glance, and, in fact, had it
not been for his sow's terrific explosion
we could have boasted that he has not
come within gunshot of us.
If "Watchman" has been racing him
self up and down those rough barked
mountain oaks like a Jumping jack for
the benefit of his hogs playing the role
of the biblical "Prodigal Son., through
the week, and expounding the gospel
to cold and pulseless world, and call
ing sinners to repentance upon Sun
days, he has, also, managed to find Il
little time, probably the "wee sma' ="
hours of the night, to make few inter
esting inquiries concerning the health
and whereabouts of his absent and much
esteemed friend -"The Jacksonian."
Even our valued friend, IN E. g."
who lives in "village by the sea-" has
sounded a discord or two upon her
weekly "bugle-horn," and has drank
heavily to our health and happiness.
Verify, "In her proverbial home
by the sea" Pm so afraid, THE unkind
breeze will come, chilling and killing
my enchanting NJ. E. g."
But of all things else, "St. John" and
his "Beargrass" brother have played
best upon the stage. They have piled
: up the "Pillars of Hercules" to hurl at
us one pebble at time. Why, they
have slung enough peach seed and white
flint rock, graded from that gravelly
ridge, at the place where they saw our
head last sink beneath the waves-to
do the concrete work in the proposed
Isthmian Canal, or gravel the east val
ley road from Burnetts schoolhouse to
the Alabama line. Yet, THE jackson
ian" liveth and doeth WE'LL and will be
large fgurer in the architectural work
of the next gold-democratic platform.
If you go to select good fruit tree in
an orchard you always pick on the one
surrounded with clubs and stones.
Though we Jared barely tolerable
while surrounded by our "able but bel
ligerent" contemporaries. yet do turr
to the retrospective and think of days
agone. dream of these days and be-
times do fancy:
am sitting by the waters of Sequa
chee's fiowery vale,
Dreaming of the days of long ago,
How when youth | clambered ev'ry
path and mountain trail
TO catch the last lingering rays of th'
sunsets ruddy glow.
am signing mid the shadows OF tina
enchanting vale,
Lingering meath the moons faint anC
dubious glow,
Thinking how so very much the scene
have changed
Since but SO few years ago.
am wishing as linger in that eterna
vale
For the light of other and more bril-
liant rays,
When /, when loosed from those tyran
walls
Might sally forth to meet the exigence
Of more eyentful days.
am lounging within the confines G
that enhancing vale
Longing for the "Elysan Fields c
that "U Jopian Sphere"
Where muses. and poets breath out th
tender tale,
Aud the white Mans Burden"
borne with better cheer.
While the JacksOniau has drifte
from his native heath, he, by no means
is ready to say Fare ye well, Br'
Watkins" to dear old Tennessee. Whe
grow tired OF my cornbusks and swim,
herds III wander back to my origins
Vine and Figtree" TO play at hide an
seek with the muses. OF Mt. Parnassu
I'll leave the section where cotton gatI
ers silver from the moon and none
from the veins Of commerce, to journe
TO another division where broad-acrC
wheatfelds promise to gather gold fro
MONDAY sun. and juicy "hapiaekI