McNairy County independent. (Selmer, McNairy County, Tenn.) 1902-1969, 1917-03-09
Letter From New York

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Falls, and am going to try to describe
it for the benefit of those readers who
never have been there. But before
doing this, | want to say a few men,
mortal words about few of the old
McNairians who have crossed ito the
other side' since | was at Selmer last
November; referring particularly to
Rev. Mr.. Curry and to Mr.. j. 7. War
ren.
called on Mr. Curry and found
him at home, looking out at the gold
en- autumn sunshine that flooded the
world, but already in his eyes there
was a far-away look, as if he sat wait
ing for the summons which he knew
was coming, and which would GER
tainly find him ready; for he had
kept the faith" and fought the good
fight, and was ready to "enter into
the joy of his Lord" He who had
accompanied with forewell words
many mortal home to the final rest
Tiny own mother among others) was
soon to claim that service from an
other. He was neither famous nor
rich. but better than either: he was
good and faithful, and his reward was
sure.
Mr.. Warren also had the appear
ance of one upon whom this world
and its cares had brought longing
for rest; his manner was listless anG
it was only for a moment that his eye
lighted up when | referred to the
honorable career of his father, Hon.
James Warren, the bound boy who
went to the Legislature and might
have gone much higher if he had had
a better chance. He thought of that
brave and illustrious parent who rose
against such odds to high place
among his fellows; and we may well
imagine the joyful meeting Of father
and son, with all those gone before
who knew and loved them, in place
where the soul shall not be limited in
its expansion toward perfection in all
the ages to come.
Another link of McNairy's past was
broken when the widow Of DIR. job
Bell passed away. Job and Asa Bell
the doctor brothers-who does not
cherish their memory with affection,
that ever knew them! Their names
we're household words with us in my
childhood days, and the widow who
has joined her husband shall have our
remembrance too.
Arriving at Buffalo, N. Y, very
late, took the midnight train for the
town of Niagara Falls, arriving there
about one o'clock. 1t ia a town of
about 10000, and every thing was
snow-bound and the night clear and
still and icy cold. listened to hear
the booming of the great falls now
so near, and which | could hardly wait
for daylight to show me, but heard
nothing. A he'd cost me a dollar and
poor meal half as much more ne xt
morning. and | sailed forth at eight
O'Clock to the big sight. Somebody
told me the falls were down behind
the park. Nothing was heard from
that direction. but white cloud boil
ing up like steam from locomotive
and rising away above the tree tops
told that something was going OF
down there. A winding road took
me down to the international bridge
which spans the Niagara river and
leads over to Canada. The bridge is
several hundred yards wide and the
river bed is a couple of hundred feet
below, the high cliffs rising on each
side.
Walking out on the bridge, aad
looking up stream to the left,
caught my first sight Of Niagars
Falls. What! was that little cliff up
there, with the water tumbling over
it, the wonderful falls | had heard OF
all my life? 1t didn't look half as big
as thought it would, and as for
noise, that was drowned completely
by the rushing of the dark waters at
the foot of the bridge where the dis
charge pipe from the power houses
came down to the river after deliver.
ing 100000 horse power to the vari,
Gus mills in the vicinity. At a small
house at the beginning of the bridge
paid ten cents for ticket emitting
me to 60 over and return, and
walked out over the gorge, looking