The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1913-03-16
THE NORTHERN IIOMESEEKER
IS WELCOMED HERE

The North an ID the South are no
The conflict forever is ended,
From the lakes to the palm girded
shore.
'One people united forever
In hope greets the promising years;
No discord again can discover
A union cemented by tears.
1.-The past will retain but one story
A record OF courage and love;
The future shall cherish one glory,
While the stars shine responsive
above"
Life. in DeFuniak Springs is benz
son for the aged men and women of
ordinary wealth.
1t is not a crazy quilt, nor just a
brown blanket.
It's well made and substantial and
the only fever I have seen since COM
ing here is a desire to go up higher.
To make next year more homelike
than last year.
There is a vim and push here. sys-
tematic and persistent, that delights
the real northern man.
The cement walks are encircling the
great spring like a spiders web. The
hard roads are pushing the sand back
in all directions. No boom! Just a
steady march toward greater things.
1t is not a sleepy town. and yet the
japonicas and roses fill the air with
their fragrant aroma, summer and
winter, and like a benediction the
nights, with balmy air so full Of rest,
succeeds the days.
The soil is sandy.
There is no mud singing here, to
bla cken the character or bedaub the
boots.
am not a farmer and do not know
what the possibilities Of the unculti-
waited land is. but the water is soft
and pure and plenty Of it and I have
observed that things do grow here
when it rains, and that L. I. Smith,
Hugh Thornber, Percy Smith, and ].
W. Butler some of my friends from
Dakota are doing things somewhat out
of the usual, down the hard road south
from here, and there are others.
1 am only young man yet, barely
SO, and something might happen down
here out of the ordinary before I get
old.
1 have been here over eight years,
and not a fake Of snow have 1 seen,
nor a blizzard, nor a tornado, but I
know what such things are.
South Dakota, claimed more than
quarter of hundred men, women and
children in the county where l then
lived.
The tornado or cyclone of May 3,
1893 lifted and scattered the trees and
buildings as if they were but leaves,
and yet like the heroic puritans who
landed on the bleak shores of New
England in 1920, after the death and
destruction was over, the sun again
began to shine, and the living were
still alive; such is human life.
This climate is not celestial, it is
terrestrial, and it is only grand by
comparison.
am delighted with it so far, because
1 have seen no climate anywhere in
my short life superior to the climate
OF DeFuniak Springs.
They die here.
Thomas ]. Tappan, who wore the
blue; and Judge Mcleod, who wore the
grey; who rode together like brothers |
on that memorial day, have both |
crossed the river and are resting under |
celestial trees on the other shore; but |
we did not have to pick up the frozen !
ground to make them a burial place. |
You ought to have seen the roses and |
the sweet flowers that lined their last |
resting places.
Bend low, brave comrades of the past, |
Your garlands strew with moistened i
eyes,
While angel fingers fondly cast
Sweet amaranthe from waiting |
Skies!"
Death at best is an unwelcome Wis |
itor. The slender threat of life is |
sure to break; but all environments |
are not the same.