Watauga Democrat. [volume] (Boone, Watauga County, N.C.) 1888-current, 1907-05-02

seeker. as well as the pioneer
Away up among the mountains
we find great plains with many
springs OF ice cold crystal water
with their natural grassy surface
as sooth as a lawn, with their
blankets OF daisies and violets
and touch-me-nots, and herds oil
fine cattle are seen grazing in
perfect peace. While the neigh
boring landscape makes away in
to a giant forest, whose vaults
are filed with the aroma of wild
flowers, the song of the birds,
the chatter of the squirrel, the
hum OF the bee and the music of
the streams, which are filled with
the charming mountain-trout.
Then we pass over to the other
side and there is the old farm
house, with the old dog to greet
us with a bark of Joy, and the
meek-eyed cows mooing at the
gate, and the vines clustering
over the door, and the rose s
over the window, through which
the sun strikes in on the baby's
face in the cradle. Oh, content
ment, what a jewel thou art. Oh,
happiness, where art thoufound?
On, strike with q hand of fire.
worried musician thy harp strung
with Apoleo's golden hair. Fill
the vast cathedral isles with sym
Iphonies sweet and dim, d e t
touchers of the organs keysl Blow
bugler, blow, until thy silver
notes do touch and kiss t h e
moon-lit waves and charm the
lovers wandering mid the vine
clad hillsl But know your sweet
est strains are but discord com
pared with the quietude an d
happiness OF a mountain home!
Free from the rustic and hustle
OF the busy world; free from the
roar and smoke of the town; free
from the sickening sting OF dis
appointments in business: free
from the whitening touch of the
corruptible hand of society; free
from the Shiny kiss and k II
dagger of ingratitude of a public
life. Oh, ripping e river of
contentment. Oh, fountain of
Joy. Oh, streams of peace! We
are groaning under the yoke of a
business world; we long to shake
Off the letters of a worry life and |
fly away to your sunny shores,
and battle our weary souls in the !
sunshine of love and peace. Why |
convert these happy homes and
fine summer resorts into a den
of wolves and wildcats?
He who maketh mankind hap
py is great, but he that maketh
miserable is thief and |
q robber. Fine hotels are Begin
ming to dot our hill-tops, rail
roads are beginning toplow their
way through the mountains, tra-
ling posts are established at al
most every door, our streamsare
being bridled and turned into
power, smoke stacks are putting
'orth the breath of industry and
the whistles are sending shouts
)f Joy. The long-looked-for devel-
)pment Of the mountains is now
about to take place. Is it possi-
Die that the command is about
% come, "Let him that is on the
lousetop come down and take
out his goods?" Is it possible
hat the men whom we thought /,
we're our friends, the men that we
lave trusted tolead us and watch
)ur interests are about to turn ,
jraitors and advance to stab us?
We don't know what the pro-
,osed bill would look like afterit
,asses through the workshops Of |
III who might wish to add a tro- j
,hy to it's Federal diadem, but /
We do know that we don't want
,ur liberties fettered, prosperity 6
nor the star of hope ex-
ing'uished. We simply want to
,e let alone to enjoy what God {
las given us. We want liberty,
ve want fisedom, we want peacel s