The Newtown bee., 1907-11-29


 seven years old when they left Rox. bury and now in middle life, whose wife is.dead,! lis the main stay of his mother, .and has the care of the large farm. On the farm is large tract of timber that lumbermen are looking at with longing eyes, but it is not in it's dotage and will increase in value as the years go by. Wheat, corn, pea nuts, tobacco and grass are staple crops, though the limit of production is curtailed much by the great scarcity of help.
 On a gentle elevation we'll back from the highway stands the house, of Vir- ginia country architecture with the large open fireplace that always brings along with it horns of good cheer, around which we gathered and talked about people in New England homes. The wide space between the house and highway is we'll shaded by massive oaks of more than century's growth, which together with the house were unmolested when the armies marched over the country for the siege of Rich mond, for although they destroyed the old Virginia fences, raided barns for grain and hay, and cellars for hominy and bacon, stripped the farms of cattle and poultry they did not burn, or in any other way destroy buildings.
 Mrs Lathrop's son-in-law, Mir Young, who married the second daughter, lives on the plantation adjoining and has, beside the large landed area under cul- tivation, a thousand acres or more of timber land, much of it free enough of underbrush, so that a horse can be driven in circuitous ways in and out among the big pine trees, some of them three feet through at the butt, limbless for forty feet from the ground and many of them would cut five four teen foot logs. He is a true lover of Nature and it was drive long to be remembered, for along with all else, the spirit of October was in the air. Crimson and yellow ran riot in the woods. Among the trees, along with the flame of maple, the dull red of the oak, the clear gold of the hickory, the bronze of the dogwood and the dark green of the pine, with the leaves of all not yet falling, but tenaciously cling ing to the living branches, while the uncultivated waste beyond the woods, sported its annual carnival of golden rod and sumac. l peered into the dis tance far but saw neither deer or wild turkey to satisfy curiosity. MT Young is native Virginian of truest type and the home is on the plantation where he was born. A boy of ten years at the outbreak of the war, he remembers well the raiding of his fa- ther's farm and home by the Union army as it swept by with the war cry "On to Richmond" leaving not ves- tige of grain, hay or live stock on the farm, or poultry, hog or eatables for the family. All of these are living memories; the war is over, but with no feeling of bitterness for the past, or of antagonism for the present, he cheer fully and hopefully regards the perma- nency of our government secured for all time, and no man in our northern homes is more loyal than he to the Stars and Stripes. Of the family of three daughters, the oldest IS at col lege, the second is teaching school and the youngest one is her pupil.
 A drive over this tillable land re- vealed 1.-the thoroughness with which the crops are cared for. The tobacco on forty acres had been cut and housed, but the condition in which the ground had been left and the stout stumps of the plant left behind was assurance of a big crop, the large crop of wheat and ground re-sowed for next years crop and the extensive fields of corn well shocked to say noth- ing of the large pile of ears on the ground ready for the corn husking that was to come off in true Virginia..style, that night, all told of the drawing to a