The Pulaskian., 1921-04-21

had a nice ramble with C. ]. c. Nelson from Cabot to J. H. Toney's but it has been so long ago that will have to cut my writeup of ii short. MT. Nelson swore off from rambling with me, however, as he says he now knows that it is the truth and no joke about bad weather fol. lowing me. We got off the train ai Little Rock in the biggest rain of the season. We spent our first night at J. K. Winkler's and took dinner Sun day at C. E. Prater's, where we were hospitably entertained. The car which we had left at Mir. Tony7s dur. ing the big snow storm was all right and MT. Nelson made it home in 1t Monday.
 returned home Saturday, April 9. l was some tired when 1 got there, for walked nearly all the way from Roland. l was not pleased with the looks of my homestead. When I left 1t, the morning of the big freeze, the flowers were blooming everywhere. On nearly every square yard of it was bunch of violets, pansies or fighting roosters, and the huckleberry blooms were almost as numerous. The wild honeysuckles and grand father graybeards were also in bloom, but they had all disappeared. There are, though, in place of them few green huckleberries and then, sweetest of all is the rose bush east of my house, which is in full bloom. Never before have 1 inhaled such fragrance from roses, nor do 1 think any other flower ever smelt so deli cately sweet and delicious as do they They are a common, old fashioned pink rose, and the vines were set out by Mrs. Charles Walderns when this was her home. One other bush northeast of the house is in bloom, but the frost has withered them. Maybe 1t was Jack Frost's touch which has made these other roses smell so sweet. While Jack is get. ting lots of blame just now, we must not fail to give him credit for his occasional kind deeds.
 Since writing above another frost has got these roses too.
 Wanda.
 The Wandering Fairy was with me on the last trip and even returned home with me. She selected my three last lodging places while was on the other side of the river, and l am quite sure she selected the other two also. Tuesday afternoon, April 5th, l was approaching Jack Carmicals, on top of Bayou Meto mountain, planning to continue on to the next place to spend the night, when it be- gan to rain and l had to stop with him, although 1t was only 5 o'clock, and I was in a hurry. Wednesday at the same hour l was approaching Lith Hammons when 1t began to rain again. Thursday at the same hour I went out in the field to see J. E. Kerr. He at once began to hurry his children to the house to get them in before it rained. (Of course you all know l have some reputation as a rainmaker, but I do not suppose that you knew that 1t was as bad as that! ) We'll, we got to the house just in time to escape the rain, and it was a big one, too.
 Friday I got off the train at Ro- land, not expecting to do any busl- ness for the Pulaskian, but Mir. H. r. Clay, the leading citizen, came to me at the depot and after reminding me that I had never seen any of their bottom farms, invited me to take a drive through them. ''Dr. Brooks, he said, is going that way in his car and would be glad to take us along. Of course, I accepted such an invi- tation, and thought it quite an honor to be invited to write up their conn., munity for the Roland business men. Dr. May also accompanied us and we rode over the best land in Arkan-