Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1912-09-06

ed by the average hand. My zeal was
undated. and | was on the point of
putting all my figures into letter
when my enthusiasm received a check
that came near causing me to throw
up my assignment. which I would have
done without hesitation had not fear
ed II would mean a summary dismis-
sal from tho paper as WELL On com
Ing in from the factory district one aft
ernoon l found letter from tho man.
aging editor. II said;
We want facts Your letter mailed on
the train found useless and has been
thrown In the wastebssket. II true Il
was a very good editorial. but we DO not
| want editorials from you II you stiil
have my order read II over and you will
find In Il nothing about the racial ques-
ton or political problems study the
white people, especially the families of
tho old regime and bear In mind always
that whatever you write Will be copied
there Your letters. therefore, should be
/ Just and truthful. whatever else there
/ may DO. II you we're an artist with the
brush should say paint a picture OF some
old colonial homesteads and antebeiium
plantations. Since you can't paint write
] OF them as they are. Bring tho scenes In
| Georgia wildly before the people OF Bos-
ton. They can draw their own conclu-
sions. Let your pictures be OF people and
places only as you see them
That was all, but II was sufficient to
shatter my hopes and discourage all
further attempts TO make sure of the
electoral vote OF New England. Dis
consulate and with vague sense OF
my own ignorance. boarded n train
that night bound somewhere In
southerly direction did not know
and | did not care where.
When / awoke the next morning the
odor which filled every crevice OF the
car told me that I had entered the pine
belt OF Georgia during my sleep.
threw up my window and inhaled great
drafts of fresh air felt invigorat-
ed aud ready To carry out my assign
Incnt, no matter wnere II lea me, the
farther into the pine forests and out
OF the reach of managing editors,
thought, the better. Later I'm the day
! left the plain road and took the mar
row gauge line which was told fol-
lowed the bed of the Savannah river
and passed through several of the
most historic counties Of the state. rich
I'm memories of the past and peopled
mostly by remnants OF the old colonial
and antebellum families. who had In
the past made them the most infiuen.
tial centers of the state.
The railroad wendell Its way through
beautiful rolling country studded
with pines and cedars. The wild flow.
\ ora tln m 10 nd
the earth seemed carpeted with soft.
velvety moss Through the pines
caught glimpses occasionally OF state
ly old residences, with their gardens
unkempt and the weeds growing In
wild profusion. Where the fences had
fallen they had been left to decay. but
the fields were plowed and showed
signs OF cultivation at cost of great
labor.
We stopped at several stations. and
around each there was an air OF happy
Incidence that lent a charm to the d.
lnpidated wooden sheds which stood
for depots. and In front OF these there
was always TO be seen some antiquat-
ed wagon or carryall. These latter
boys and girls laughing and chattering
like lot OF magpies as the train pull
ed up. They we're there presumably
to get the mail, but as | thought more
likely to exchange bits OF gossip and
to find out what was "going on" down
the road. ! gave myself up to listen
ing to their chatter. and found my
self wondering as the train would start
again on Its slow journey how many
of these bright and innocent fnces
there would be at the next station to
greet us. IL would indeed take some
time. | thought, to get a proper esti-
mate OF these people, whose clothes
would indicate that they belonged to
the farming and iaboring classes, but
whose conversation. accent and gram
matical phrnsing would lead one TO be-
lieve they represented class better
educated and with more culture than
one is likely TO discover in such out OF
the way counties as those through
which we were now passing.
BY degrees the few passengers who
had taken this train got or. and to-
ward the end OF the journey there was
no one In the coach but venerable
looking old gentleman and myself. He
wore a long frock coat and an old
fashioned silk hat He represented a
type ! had begun to know and rec0g-
nize. He seemed well known along
the road II was "Howdy. Colonel
Turpin?" at every station now. and
some one always asked. Flows Ell
IenT' His clean shaver face would
wreath itself in smile as invariably
he would make answer:
"Ellen's well, but between the cook
Ing and the music she has little time