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VOL. II., NO. 11.
PINEHURST, N. C, JAN. 6, 1899.
PRICE THREE CENTS.
PINEHURST HAS A POET.
'w Oiarins of Our Village Set Forth
in Verse.
The editor ofTun Outlook has re
r-civod the following tribute to Pinehurst
;i nd it's founder from the pen of a local
noet. The general interest of the sul
jcct and the striking qualities of the
versos make it imperative that tins con
trilmt ion should find a place in our col
unins. The Outlook is on the lookout
for genius, and will not allow any poet
"to blush unseen" amid the pine woods
of Moore county, if it can do anythin
to make his merits known.
ODE TO PINEHURST.
There mine man from Boston
James V. Tufts by name
He built, that brilliant city,
Pinehurst its honored name.
On the hills be built bis city,
Which glitters like u gem ;
More brighter than Jerusalem
Or ancient Bethlehem.
A place of more refinement
On earth cannot be found.
It's decked with royal splendor,
From the stars and stripes to ground.
I aside the wire enclosure,
The shovels, rakes and hoes
begin their work of beauty
Just as the whistle blows.
Pinehurst, bright city of the world,
On thee I will begin.
The world cannot produce a place
So neat as Holly Inn.
The Holly Inn, with her electric lights,
Make Pinehurst look so neat;
but nothing like her charming belles
Which sometimes deck her streets.
Pinehurst is filled with honored guests,
The best that ere was seen;
It's tilled with honored guests of fame,
From "Oaks" to Village (ireen.
Pinehurst, her guests is of the best,
And ladies Oh, how pretty.
No gardening would produce a man
That can compete with Letey.
His deer house built of light-wood knots,
His chimney well curbed pretty;
Pinehurst would lose her charms all
Were it not for Louie Letey.
Come, rally up, my noble boys,
And do not go to fretting;
Turn Ioohc the world and let her drift
but stick to Louie Letlen.
Come live with us, my Northern friends,
From your homes of ice and snow.
IHhe Holly Inn don't suit you,
Why here's the Cast no.
Come on, my Northern friends, come on ;
These words can't be disputed;
The Holly Inn is the place for you;
I know you will be suited.
A line of truth for Mayor Tufts
Vou all know that it is so
Tufts cannot run his business right
Without he keeps lien Bow. -
There's an angel bright as kerosene light,
she sells the clubs for golf.
Her mission is to count the cash
Al'd pay the laborers off.
A call to Northern friends away,
As I have said at first;
1 f you want a heaven here on earth
Cimic down here to Pinehurst.
truer words was ever wrote,
t A far as truth extends;
J lie poet T. A. Frye by name
,Sure lovcs my Northern friends.
Oh, bright and glorious city,
Surrounded here by wealth;
The board is cheap, and warm for sleep,
And sure regain your health.
The American flag shall always wave,
Because It is no sin.
It makes me almost shout to see
It o'er the Holly Inn.
1 will not say no more just now,
I think I have said enough.
God bless the man that built the city;
God bless James V. Tufts.
T. A. Frye.
ORANGE FREE STATE.
The last few years, with the discover'
of diamonds, of gold and coal, with up
risings and actual warfare, have created
considerable interest in the land of the
Black Ebony. It is not the intention of
these lines to recapitulate the narrative
of all these recent exciting political com
plications or the description of the gold
fields, but 1 shall content myself with a
few of my observations of the life in
general there.
The population can properly be divided
into two classes white and colored peo
ple. The former being principally com
posed of British and Dutch, and the lat
ter of numerous tribes of Kaflirs, Zulus
and Hottentots. The English are pre
dominant in the Cape Colony which be
longs to the English crown. The Boers
are the farmers of Dutch descent who
after tierce struggles grudgingly retired
to Orange Free State and Transvaal,
where they still hold sway under the
patriarchal rule of Boer presidents.
Their customs have hardly changed from
those of a hundred years ago in Old IIol
land, and even the language spoken by
them is the ancient Dutch of their fore
fathers, a Dutch hardly understood now
in Holland. The Kallirs have much the
same manners and characteristics of the
colored people here in South. The same
happy-go-lucky way of taking life, the
same irresponsibility, the same supersti
tious piety and unreliability. They speak
their own language yet and are spoken to
generally in Dutch. There are, of
course, exceptions to the rule, and some
times the boys, as Kaflirs of any age are
called, fill responsible positions as busi
ness-managers, etc., at very comfortable
salaries, but such are exceptions. A
Kallir as a rule will spend his last penny
on what he supposes stylish dresses of
most brilliant shades. They are worn,
of course, on Sunday only, when groups
of colored boys and girls occupy the
whole width of the street; the sidewalks
ire not allowed them. Their heart's de
light is, however, creaking shoes the
louder the noise, the better and the
prouder feels their owner. To preserve
them, they only wear them in the town
and when the weather is tine. As soon
as they go into the country they take
them off and carry them over their
houlders. The streets, it might be men
tioned, are smoothly paved, while the
country-roads are full of pebbles and
stones. , '
The towns and cities are of rather
European aspect, only somewhat modified
to suit the different climates. Lumber is
very rat e and expensive, because hardly
any forests of importance exist at the
Cape. All the houses are built of stone
and consist of but one story, without any
basement. A top story is found only on
public buildings and hotels. The rooms
are uncommonly large and lofty, and are
located to the right and left of a spacious
hall. Most of the houses have a piazza
or stoop and are surrounded by gardens
filled with semi-tropical' plants.
"When I came to Pinehurst I was struck
with the resemblance to our climate the
same dry, balmy air; the same salubrious
conditions for recovery of health and
strength. The only objectional feature
is the protracted droughts, during which
men and cattle perish, and which always
means ruin to many farmers. Our Boers
own enormous estates, which during dry
weather seem nothing but stone fields on
which their uncountable herds of sheep
and cattle try to find enough to keep
them from actual starvation. One good
rain, however, changes everything;
orooks, succulent grass and flowers
again appear, and instead of the desert
everything looks beautiful. Besides
their stock the farmers raise enough
crops for their own and their cattle's use.
Lately quite a number of well-to-do
Boers came to ruin by raising ostriches
for their valuable feathers. Hardly one
found his account on the right side, be
cause the risks and expenses are in
credibly high. Fruit trees of every de
scription flourish, and near the coast the
vegetation is quite tropical with palms,
oranges, vines and snakes.
The winters, which last from May un
til August, are similar to those in Pine
hurst. We seldom have snow, and only
'occasionally the puddles in the streets
are covered with ice. The summers are
quite temperate, and even at Christmas
(our dog days) the mercury seldom
climbs over 95 degrees, We go shop
ping with the same ease usually as in
London ; at least the same latest styles
as at the metropolis are at our disposal.
All in all, South Africa with it's re
sources, climate and peculiarities, is, or
better yet, will be a great country in
fact the -country of the future and it
well deserves the eager interest shown it.
A. II.
Brilliant Fox Hunt.
Manager Pritchett of the Pinehurst
Department Store procured a wild fox
several weeks ago and sent him to
friends in Greensboro. The Greensboro
Record of Dec. 23d has the following ac
count of a fox hunt in which the Pine
hurst animal figured :
"Either the theory that a fox that has
been caged a week can't run is all
wrong, or the crowd who went out this
morning had some everlasting poor
dogs.
"A wild fox of great size was caught
near Pinehurst last week and was at
once sent up to D. Schenck, Jr., who
placed him in a secure coop and kept
him in a dark cellar until this morning,
when he was taken about a mile north
east of the Finishing Mills and liberated
near a strip of woods.
"In exactly sixteen minutes the hunt
ers came up with the dogs, about a
dozen in number, and the novices along
expected to see a big race, a red-hot
time.
"What did the dogs do? They
wheeled in the opposite direction and
went after a rabbit, ami they caught it,
too, in short order. Then for an hour
the crowd circled about, taking the com
bined lungs of two or three to keep the
dogs from chasing rabbits and smaller
game.
"Several times it was thought tfie
dogs were on the right trail, but it was
elusive. The crowd kept in very good
humor, however, all except one or two
old hunters, who could not conceal their j
disgust that a pack could not trail on so
short a time as sixteen minutes.
"But the secret of not being able to
get a race was soon discovered. In
winding about among the hills and
valleys the green crowd, or a part of
them, got separated from the experi
enced crowd. And it seems the green
dogs followed them, for in an hour after
this episode the fox was discovered and
there was a race lasting perhaps ten or
fifteen minutes, when he was caught.
"After the green crowd got lost,
thinking the older hands had come back
home, they followed, but in the mean
time they had gone back to the original
place of starting, made a detour and then
went towards the water works station.
Not far from the cemetery the dogs ran
across raynard asleep in a sedge field.
This was at 12 o'clock. He was turned
loose about 7.45, and had abundance of
time to get away, but he was careless
and concluded to rest.
"In the partv were J. E. McKnight,
Chas. McKnight and a younger broth
er, Jas. F. Jordan, S. L. Gilmer, Gus.
Voss, D. Schenck, Jr., "Prof." Cun
ningham, and lastly but not least, Miss
Virginia Brown, by far the best rider
in the crowd and the most enthusiastic,
though she made no big noise about it.
"It might be added that a Record
man went along, and has since ordered
a gross of goose grease liniment, not
having been on a horse for a number of
years."
A parrot owned by an Arch street
physician gave signs of possessing "al
most human intelligence" the other
night. A party of young folks were on
the lawn, and were spending an hour in
guessing riddles. Finally, a young lady
asked, "Why does a dog turn around
twice before he lies down ?" Before any
body could answer, the parrot croaked,
"One good turn deserves another."
Philadelphia Call.