Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1908-12-18
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WULFF'S EYRE. 4
BY BENZ. #. WULFF. OF STOCK
TON, CAL, A FORMER GREENE
COUNTY, MISS. RESIDENT.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.

writer left Adamsville in your coun-
ty, but many incidents of those old
days remain fixed in the memory,
while many others including names
of persons not intimately associated
with the writer, have been oblitera-
ted by the finger of Time.
However this may be, there has
always been and as long as memory
remains enthroned, there always
will be, an unequivocal love for old
Greene County and her people. This
feeling is not readily comprehensive
to one who has not had the same ex-
perience.
Why do you know. my dear reader
that | have felt at times as if it would
be the most delightful thing imagin-
able to hear at twilight again, the
LIQUID notes of the old night birp
saving. Jack married the widow
Now this bird never did say which
Jack performed this meritorious
feat, or who the widow was, but the
the whole family of birds appeared
to be unanimous in the reiteration.
Then there is the well remembered
red bird who sat in the bushes when
l was resting at the end of row OF
corn. He used to plead with me to
chop more grass, with his, git up,
do, do" The little rascal, how L
should like to hear him once more!
Even the frogs seem to catch the
prevalent humors of the people, and
am told that during former cam
paign of Mr.. Bryan, the little frogs
would pipe, Free Silver, Free Silver
while the old bull frogs of that sec
ton in gruff tones proclaimed the
sentiment, in, Sixteen 10 one, Six
teen to onel All of these sounds
which have long been strangers to
the cars of the writer, give cOloring
to the picture imprinted upon his
memory. We have not the same birds
here as are found there, generally
speaking. We do have the field lark
and once while tesching school out
near the foothills of the Sierra Ne
yada Mountains, | was startled ny
one of these breaking IN with the
first notes of ''Beulah Land. L
stopped to hear him sing, i w
reached the land of corn and wine,
when he turned into the inevitable,
Zee, JOY, jubilee! No can killee me. "
His prelude was all right, but hequit
with the third or forth note.
This matter of prelude reminds me
of morning before daylight, long
ago when ] was going along the old
river road from our home on Flat
Greek, up to Powell Avera's place. L
was alone. All at once IN the ham
mock by the roadside heard an aw-
full scream, my hair went up like the
spines of porcupine. l never was
better pleased in my life than was
when the tune changed to, L cook
for you, you cook for me, bat who
cooGs for you alp" | always have
thought that that bird premeditateo
that trick on me- Afterwards down
in the swamp, when | spent the night
waiting to catch the wild turkeys fly
down in the morning, 1 heard a LOT
of these birds, halha! over something
and I suppose the whole family o
swamp owls had been told about my
fright, and they all enjoyed the JOKE
with intense delight. However,
hold that family no malice and
would give great deal to hear then
again.
So Yellow Curls | was right in m!
conjecture that Ada and Mami'
Landlord were closely related to P
ID. Landlord. | have been trying t.
think of the first name of P. d. Lank
ford's grandfather but without avail
Though will remember many things
connected with him. One day my
step brother VIM. Roberts stepped
Into their old home when the old la
DIV Landlord was demonstrating IL
pretty strong terms with Grandpa
lLankford about his expectorating 4
too close proximity to her coffee POT
which was on the hearth at the fire.
At this juncture in steps Bill Rob
erts, when the old man turned to him
and said, 1t will just make it stron-
ger. wont it William" William
lgrinned and that was all he said.
Kit" Landlord long since passed
away, was an attendant at our school
with Andrew Clark, and John and
Sandy McLain. | always looked up
on these as sort of superiors on ac-
count of their size and because they
could chew tobacco without doing
so clandestinely. Then Kit used to
share his weed with me aud that
produced sort of fraternal feeling
on my side at least.
One day the Militia came along and
conscripted Kit, Andrew and John,
aforesaid. Kit and Andrew were
tall and with legs in proportion, and
John was not so proportioned in his
anatomy, and he had sort OF hob
bling step. I thought then and |
think now that it was down right
cruelty to try to get either of tall