The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1907-07-13
ON THE RAISING OF COT TON
Brewer and Scott Tell Some
thing of their Experience
SCOTT LOVES TO RIDE DOWN THE ROW
SunbeaEIS Because He Was Fol-
lowing a BrinIey PlOw.

At the request Of a number Of The
Sentinel's readers the following,
which appeared in these Columns Aug
ust 25, last, is reproduced:
The following clipping from the
EickSburg 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
cotton and his love for the farm, and
how the Hon. Earl Brewer, who fol-
lowed Mr.. Scott, told the audience
that the distinguished gentleman
from Bolivar had never had the prac-
tical side OF making cotton and that
be (Mr. ScOtt) had only sat back in
the shade while some one else did the
work. Mr. Brewer said he had fol-
lowed mule behind .Brinley plow.
Mr.. Scott, in speaking Of his love
for raising cotton, spoke as follows:
L love to raise the plant cotton. I
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.
l 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 hlackberries on the ditch
bank. | love to raise the plant cot
ton that produces the beautiful staple
that is king of the market of all the
world; single pound of which can be
woven into thread SC fine that it
would reach a hundred miles. or that
it it can be woven into a cable SO
strong that 1t 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 e
nOugh of it. He said:
Il do not love to raise the plant
cotton. They gorged me on it when
| was bov. l did not have time to
catch the fragrance of the ripe black
berries on the ditch bank, as | was too
busy cutting the briarS off with a hoe.
| did not have time to watch the
beautiful row of cotton as it came up
straight as an arrow. for Just then [
was too busy pushing mule around
% acres of it. hanging to a Brinley
plOw. | did not get to watch the
beautiful Sunbeams Of heaven kiss
mother earth and germinate the seed
as | caught the SunbeamS fresh upon
my back while | worked the beautiful
plant, cotton, in June, but [ well re-
member that its kissing made me hot
under the collar. | got but one days
enjoyment out of the plant, cotton. in
a season, and that was in the spring
of the year when | went to town to
open my account, but in the evening
of that day l would start home with
few yards Of hickory and a half a
bolt OF lowellS-the hickory for max
ing shirts and the lowells that my
mother might cOpperas-dye and make
| my pants, and | trotted my old
steers down the hillside, popping the
double pop with my OK whip, singing
on that day Of pleasure, Come all ye
saints that love the Lord and let your
| joys be known | never had the Op-
portunity to test the strength of a
pound of fleecy staple, for after work
ing l3 months to raise the plant, cot
ton and gather it, when | finished
gathering it and carried it to town
and sold it for six cents and delivered
the last bushel of seed and came out
$40 behind in my account and went
home driving my old steers, and as
they slowly plodded along through
the mud, l sat Oh the wagon tongue
singing, Show pity, Lord, 0 Lord for
give and let dying rebel live l
do not love to raise the plant cotton,
in the same sense Ss my friend loves
it su well. 1t would be great wrong
to take him away from the work he
so truly loves. Let me fill the gov
| ernor'S chair and / will know how ia
sympathize with you toys who raise
t.o v>lo