The Green Forest tribune., 1908-09-18

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enemies, however, chief among which was the bear, whose love for green corn on the cob was equalled only by his love for honey.
 The bears left enough, however, for the ten children and good supply was harvested. The nearest grist- mill was ten miles away through the forest. To this mill the corn was taken by one of the elder boys, who rode horseback, followed by his dogs. The trip was made in a day, and at night he returned with the yellow corn converted into golden meal, which made many a delicious corn cake baked in the iron skillet in the hot ashes of the big fireplace.
 Husking Bees and Camp Meetings.
 After the corn crop had been har- vested, husking bees were in order, and in response to a general invita- tion the pioneers gathered at the home of the host, prepared to break the record in corn husking. The corn was found in immense piles, some times as high as the house, and with a hearty good will the party attacked it.
 Sometimes the women took part. More often they entertained at the same time with a quilting-bee, and while 1he men folks ripped the dry husks from the golden ears, they, with ninble fingers, made stars and fruit baskets on red and blue patch work quilts. After the corn had been cribbed and the quilting frames put aside, fiddler was called ill and the entire party enjoyed dance and Il i feast.
 The camp meeting came in the late | summer and was the greatest ot all | gatherings. In some quiet forest place near spring or running stream the ground was chosen. An arbor was erected, built of untrimmed oaks or pines. roofed with branches. A high pulpit was built for the preacher and a corral was built for the horses. Then on horseback and by wagon load the people came with good  was enjoyed The circuit rider was an important parsonage and under his mighty exhortations people shout ed until the woods rang, and they sometimes fell in swocns from which they were hours recovering,
 Honor Among Pioneer Arksnsans.
 Tn the days when James Holman lived in southeastern Arkansas such a thing as taking note or mort gage was unknown among the country people. If a man needed money and his neighbor had it, it was his privi- lege to borrow. When he borrowed he promised to pay on a certain day, and when that day came it was paid if the man was living If he died his family paid the debt. If, as rarely happened, a pioneer betrayed this unwritten code of honor he would he ostracised or worse, and made an object lesson of for history to record.
 The Story of the Haunted House.
 In the early days the traveller i'll Arkansas was welcome everywhere. There were then no stage coaches, no trains, no telephones, telegraphs, l daily mails or newspapers. It was i left for the Arkansas Traveller 10 | spread the news, and unbounded hos pitality greeted him wherever he chose to stop.
 Sometimes the Traveller heard a | cfn o thot of thn 1 haunted house and the way pioneer woman ended the whispered story. i As the tale went the "hant" that haunted the house was the ghost of Q man. Years before the log house had been occupied by a hermit said to possess great wealth, which was hidden somewhere in the old log house. After his death, search was determined upon by a few who had coveted the supposed wealth, but on looking back, after having reached the old house on summer night they saw an uncanny white object moving slowly toward the house from the shadowy place down the old garden path. Passing around the house they listened. The door was heard to creak and shortly after a strange noise was heard coming from the one large room. It was the rattle of silver dropping on the hearth
 stone and of someone counting. In
 tently they listened to the counting and the dropping, the dropping and
 the counting. Fearing to go to the
 front to look in, they went away
 Several times they visited the house
 at night, always seeing the strange
 white thing approaching from tho
 shadows and hearing the dropping o
 coin on the stone. Then word was ' passed that the place was haunted } About this time James Holman moved his family into the neighbor : hood and heard the story.
 Who's afraid of ghost!" exclaim : ed Mrs. Holman; We can use th' l house," and the family moved in. } Many nights they listened for thu l counting of the money, but only th' chatter of happy children and tn crackle of cheerful fire was heard The moving white object coming iron s the shadows was a rift of moonligh 5 showing on patch of white sand, tn sway of overhanging boughs givin s it it's changing shape and notion