The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1906-08-25
ON THE RAISING OF COTTON
Brewer and Scott Tell Something
of Their Experience.
SCOTT LOVES TO RIDE DOWN THE ROW
Brewer Did Not Get to Watch the
Sunbeams Because He Was Fol.
lowing Briniey Plow.

The following clipping from the
VickSburg Post tells OF how enthusi-
astically and beautifully the Hon.
ChaS. Scott, candidate for governor.
recently discoursed, in one of his
speeches, ON the beauty Of making cot
ton and his love Of the farm, and how
the Hon. Earl Brewer, who followed
Mr.. Scott, told the audience that the
distinguished gentleman from Bolivar
had never had the practical side of
making cotton and that .he (Mr.
ScotU had only set back in the shade
while some one else did the work. Mr..
Brewer said he had followed a mule
behind a Brinley plow.
MI. Scott, in speaking of bis love
Tor raising cotton, spoke as follows:
love to raise the plant, cotton.
l love to see the seed sOwn in the soil
that is well prepared, when the beau
tiful sunbeams Of heaven may kiss
mother earth, and the seed germinate.
love to watch the plant, cotton, as it
grows up straight as an arrow. love
to ride down the turn row at eventide
and watch the beautiful plant grow
while | catch the fragrance of the
ripe blackberries on the ditch bank.
l love to raise the plant, cotton, that
produces the beautiful staple that is
king OF the market OF all the world:
single pound Of which can be woven
into thread so fine that it would
reach a hundred miles, or that can be
woven into cable so strong that it
will lash safely to shore the most
powerful man-Of-war amid all the
mad. rushing, turbulent waves of the
sea-"
Hon. Earl Brewer, candidate for
governor, does not banker after the
job OF raising cotton, having had
enough Of it. He said:
Il do not love to raise the plant.
cotton. They gorged me on it when
was boy. l did not have time to
catch the fragrance o: the ripe black
berries on the ditch bank, as was too
busy cutting the briars of with a
hoe. / did not have time to watch
the beautiful row Of cotton, as it
came up straight as an arrow, for lust
then l was too busy pushing a mule
around 25 acres of it, hanging to a
Brinley plow. did not get to watch
The beautiful sunbeamS of heaven
Kiss mother earth and germinate the
seeds, as l caught the SunbeamS fresh
IN my back while / worked the beau
'iful plant, cotton, in June, but well
that its kissing made me
lot under the collar. l got but one
lays enjoyment out Of the plant, cot
on, In season, and that was in the
pring OF the year when / went to
own to open my account, but in the
vening OF that day I'd start home
nth a few yards of hickory and half
olt OF lowellS-the hickory for max
ng shirts and the lOwells that my
1other might copperas dye and make
~ pants, and I trotted my old steers
own the hill side, popping the double
Op with my OK whip, singing on that
ay OF pleasure, Come all ye saints
hat love the Lord and let your Joys
e known 1 never had the opportu-
ity to test the strength of pound
the fieecy staple, for after working
months to raise the plant, cotton,
nd gather it, when finished gather
lg the last bale and carried it to
own and sold it for cents and deliver
the last buShel Of seed and came
ut $40 behind in my account and
ent home driving my old steers, as
hey slowly plOdded along through
lud, / sat on the wagon tongue sing
g, 'Shew pity, Lord, o Lord forgive
1d let the dying rebels live.' 1 do
ot love to raise the plant, cotton,
the same sense as my friend loves
so well. 1t would be great wrong
take him away from the work he
} truly loves. Let me fill the gov
nOr'S chair and / will know how to
'mpathize with you boys who raise
le plant, cotton"