The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1903-11-06
PLEASANT HILL.

Our little trip over to Lake coun-
ty proved both pleasant and profit
able. 1t is certainly not very far
behind its old mother, Obion, and
for prosperity, hum and hustle, ac-
cording to population she is the
equal OF any other section OF the
great State of Tennessee. At the
dawn of day you are awakened by
shrill little engine whistles almost
. in every direction, and you hear the
busy business buzzing song of the
gin saws as they snatch the feecy
staple from the cotton seed, and you
can see great sW arms of people as
far as the natural eye can reach
moving in many directions, with
baskets on their shoulders and
sacks around their waists to hold
the products of that wonderful land,
and you hear the laundering roar of
many hundred wagons and the COM
bined voices of many drivers, some
hoarse and crabid, others mild and
pleasant; the happy songs OF many
hundred cotton pickers and the ia
r1iliar crack of the teamsters'
whips, like so many rifle shots re-
sounding from the vine clad hills OF
distant Cuba. But the tale is easy
told; Lake county's all right; her
crop is moving for the various mar
kets of the world, and the farmer and
the picker, the hired man, the clerk,
Y the lawyer, the doctor, the mer-
chant and the skinner are all ready
to accept their pro rata of the pro-
ceeds of old XII e cotton. But the
most familiar sight was the old
black coon and his dog and the
chill tonic bottle. Everything was
looking bad, FOR the balmy days of
October always bring sadness and
Indian summer; it is the mild sea-
son, when frost is battling tor con-
troll aud mastershlp against sum
mers smelter,ng heat; when the
leaves are crimson with the blood
of the dead and dying, and when
the flmy smoke from the battle
field fills the atmosphere with a
truly melancholy haze, and old win
ter, victorious in her warfare, is
burying the dead and re-stabbing
the wounded so all can be buried
amid the winds mournful dirge
and building her. icy c:lls wherein
to imprison the captured hosts of
her conquered enemy. But
The funniest thing seen in the land
of the sad
Was an 6ld cotton picker VIII Sc
name was Bildad,
A sweating aud trettlng his basket
TO fill,
And close by his side could be seen
old Aunt Bill.
We cannot help but feel hattered,
Mr.. Editor, over The fact that
four newspapers, one Of them dai-
ly nd one great religious Journal,
has found enough virtue IN one of
our articles to copy 1t from The
Comihercial as being production
Of onk of that papers bright young
correspondents. My, will somebody
pinch me? Now, we did not bait
for big fish like that, but we do hope
the big fellows relished our bait.
We were down to Rives Saturday
evening, but forgot to wear our
straw hat and cotton pants, and it
is well we did. There is but one
straw hat left in that town and it is
worn By Mr.. Jim McCaw, and it is
kthrough pure sympathy of the
4pnblic for the owner that it
lhas not long since gone up in
Ymoke. Will somebody explain to
ee Phebus where his hat has gone.
4 there is poor old Jim Bush; our
ggoes out in sympathy for him,
can wear his clerks hat un-
% able to buy new one.
1--we heard several express
Seed sat my last weeks confess
gurra e fact that we let a fellow
,agsa ass y devil out of us, and one
VancY a. Il would not tell it if l
Well, If he gets the
a,spped clean out of him he
n Af there is a little devil left
bphsEa won't, for it don't take