Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-07-24

bread for their mouths, and / said:
"Thank God, there were no cotton
mills in South Carolina then, or An
drew Jackson would have died there
before he was grown, in the lint and
the dust and the grind of them,
robbed of his childhood had of his
chance in life !"
For he also was poor white, Just
the meat for a rice, religious direc-
tor of cotton mill!
l thought of another Tennesseean,
and thistime I stood in the Alamo,
and again saw ghosts-for who.
that has blood in his veins can stand
there and not see them? And this
was another poor white who died
there before he would pull down the
flag that floated above him, or could
notch on the stock of the rifle the
dead Mexicans who were piled up
before him--dead !-giving to his
country an empire and to her COM
ing children an inspiration that is
greater than land and gold, "yea,
than much fine gold" And thanked
God again that in his youth there
had been no cotton mills in Tennes-
see to do for Davy Crockett what
the bear and panther and Indian
could never do.
For he, too, was poor white, and
in his day would have been as good
for cotton mill as a coonskin for
pint of whiskey. And his little life
would have gone out behind their
shuttles of steel instead of the in.
vader's bayonet, and the mention of
his name would have brought no
trumpet-blast from the lips of fame:
"Thermopylae had her messenger of
defeat. The Alamo had none."
Again I thought of fighting
Tennesseean, also poor white, in
his youth, and the legitimate prey of
the cotton mills-running his gun
boats up Mobile bay in spite of the
believing forts and the broadsides of
death and the hell of the hidden
torpedo. And suddenly the engine
stopped and a faint heart shouted
from below: observation-disclosures
does!' But Farragut, from the
greatest post of danger, shouted
gown: "Damn the torpedoes-go
Saead |" ....
My friends, man who would steal
from child his childhood, that
which makes all his after life worth
living, who would filch from it it's
body, brain and soul, is human tor
pedo-a torpedo of hell. And in
the language of Farragut, say unto
you: "Damn them and go aheadw
There was Forrest, another fight
ing Tennesseesn and a poor little
white trash, one with fifteen brothers
and sisters--just the ideal family
made for the nav of the cotton mill
for upon such families do they de.
clare their dividends. And if there
had been mills in his day there
would doubtlefs nave been no
Fort Donaldson, Tishomingo Creek
and Streight's raid. He also, like
all his fighting predecessors, was
swearing Tennesseean. And 80 I
thank heaven for good, honest,
mouth-filling oath in a noble cause.
And again 1 say unto you: "By the
eternal, stand up for the children of
our land!"
They tell me that certain animals
in the lower forms of life eat their
young, a form of disease which we
recognize in the sick hsn which eats
her egg and the swine which devours
its young. Good God! Has our
boasted civilization reached the sick
and abnormal stage of its existence
that it would live upon its young
Has too much wealth and too much
glory and too much selfishness and
high living made again of some men
the man eater that lived before
Adam, except that the hair of his
body and his tusks and his claws are
an1 hn in IL. l.