The Tupelo journal. (Tupelo, Miss.) 1876-1924, 1907-05-10
COUNTRY SCENES.

to the country through the woods
is delightful travelling. To look
upon the wild flowers by the
wayside; to pluck the honey
suckle from the bough, dripping
with the morning dew-drop glis-
tening in the sunbeam; to ride
beneath the great overtopping
trees, clothed in the verdure of
Spring and whose leaves are
swayed to and fro by tho gentle
breeze, while the birds sing their
unknown songs in the branches;
to part the uni l.rgrowth for the
way and s .,arate the tangled
vines in places and to bend be-
meath them at others as the
horseman wends his way through
the forest; to look up at the clear
blue sky through the trees, and
in looking to see the squirrel
leaping from limb to limb and
from tree to tree, often making
a sudden dash to hide his beau
tiful form from the view of man,
while the eagle can at times be
seen soaring above the scene,
with her eye on the sun but her
sight on her prey; to listen to
the ripping of the little stream
let falling over the pebbles on its
way toward the sea; to view the
green grass tenderly reaching up
toward the sunshine as it falls
through the overhanging bough;
these all make a scene to charm
and delight the wayfarer or the
stroller. And then when au-
| tumn comes, with her carnation,
gold green and brown, lulled by
the hazy atmosphere of October
or November, the charm is even
more enchanting than the bloom
of Spring. Last November l
went on business into the coun
try northwest of Tupelo in Lee
and Pontotoc counties, and was
absolutely carried away with the
country scenes, so that often |
forgot my business trip and re-
membered only that | was
breathing the glory and lowell
ness of the scenes by the way
side. But, oh, that word busi-
ness! It comes like the thou
sand legs of the Devil Fish, and
draws everything into its insa-
table NAV. The merchant stands
behind his counter and thinks
business and talks business from
early morn to dusky eve and
from Monday morning till Satur-
day night, with no time to think
or speak of the beauties and
charms of nature around him.
The banker counts his money,
fingers his cash and works on
and studies his books until his
head swims, and there is no room
in his head or his heart for any
thing else. The bookkeeper
writes on and writes ever, save
when he is worrying his brain
with column after column of era
zy figures, which will not bal
ance, and even when the mid
night hour has come and gone,
and he lays himself down to rest
for a short while, those figures
and that writing rise UP before
him like Banquo's Ghost to
plague him, and will not down
at his bidding. With the first
bird of the morning he must rise
again to repeat the same expert
ence, till life becomes a burden
and hope of better things on
earth never comes. The doctor
walks and rides and looks into
the faces of the sick, and scratch
es his head for ideas how to help
the distressed, and sits by the
bedside of pain, anguish and
death, and loses SO much rest
and sleep that he knows not the
years as they pass till age has
fixed its impress upon his form,
whitened his golden locks and
corrugated his once smoothe and
placid brow. But let me say
right here that of all men who
are worn out with business and
business cares, none deserve
such need of praise as the faith
full physician He takes the in
FAINT in his arms, as the Savior
did, lifts the youth out of his
troubles, smoothes the brow Of
care of the middle aged 'and
wipes the death damp from the
aged face and closes his eyes in
death.
The lawyer desotes himself to
his profession, reading and study
| ing Coke and Blackstone till the
words have no meaning, and
when clients come with their
I troubles and their plans. he racks
his brain and plans his strategy,
| all through the years, till the old
lawyers see visions and the
young ones dream dreams, while
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