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r ni v (Devoted, to the (Protection of Home and the Interests of the County . Vox IX 0ASTOIA, GASTOIf OOUNTY, 1ST. 0.," SATlJRDAJilOKNING, JUNE ,11th., 1881. ' 1 1 ; : U ' ' ,,; . . : : : sveecii or old bye. I was made to be raten, And not lo be drunk ; fo be threshed in a burn, Not soaked in a .tanK... - f. came as a blessing When run through a pill ; As a blight and a curse When put through a B'ilL" Wade up into loaves, -And your children re Ted, But if into drink, I will starve tjiem instead. jln br.ead I'm the servant, The eater fihu.ll rule; Jn drink I'm the piaster, The drinker a fool. ... - TIkuj rmotplur lhBfMuf, . , If eateu, to strengthen . Jf drank, to destroy. .John's Wife, Whatever possf eed brother John to go.up lo the city .and murry that little yellow jiaired, blue-eye.d bjt of a school gi,rl when, fie could have just had his pick of girls, pearer boose, was fie.mething I never could understand, There was Lida-ilandscqoibe -just dead pi Jose .with him. as anybody 'could see, and tbeiiest bread maker in the .wboleCQun.J.r.y, Resides taking prizes at the ..State JFair for pickles and fellies, and ever so much better looking, too, than Myra. No yellow bangs ovr her eyes ; she jnt combed her hair back (ft her fuce and did it ud in a bard knot that staid. She aent John a birthdav cake, and knit him t A comforter, and everybody thought it would be a match, but John said be didn like herejes ; they were handsome eyes 10 pny idea, aiid could look you through and through, tbey were that .clear and bright ; Jbut did you ever know a man to take ud- .viceT " Marry (bat ferret," said John .'and never have any peace of my life well I guess not I" and with that off he got b to town and telegraps back, ''expect ne and my wile." Pear 1 such a shock as it gave me, and spring .cleaning sot done, and the minister coming to, board with us .while bis wife went borne on a visit it jvas a trial, you may be sure I And when she jlid cojue, it was pore like having a wax doll in the way tban anything else, with her big wondering eyes, and childish ways and silly questions and hanging on John'J arms, and lean; ing over John's .ctiajr, with two little in significant feet in the rung at the back and her clothes? Such fallals, just like a doll's rigging, and I just set my font down that if she wax to live with us. she mnsi conform to our way. I had'nt been fort? sears in this world for nothing. If he wanted to wear fine while laces and u filed aprons, she had to wash and iron fhem herself. I wouldn t be her slave And such silly questions at she asked, tbey jast trade me sick 1 "Were there any dear little yellow .chicks I" Dear little yellow chicks indeed I tbey .were dear enough, before we raised tb.ejn and got their heads off, and had them ready for market, and if that silly child filled; said she had named every one of them and watched them crow op. And (he our John's wife 1 bah -J Then ejie did the silliest thing of all went and bought book called, "What I now About farming," and psed to sit pnt under a tree, studying it Jby the hour, and one night when she went down to the ban to meet John. I heard ber ask : "John! why don't you get a washing pnehine, and a wringer, and save your own flesh and blood. Look at tho blisters pa my hand ?' And the Beit thing -it v&s the talk of i.he neighborhood that we JSIIiots, who bad et onr face against, modern improve ments, had given out before (bat little pale-faced thing, and qot only got a wring er and washer jn oar kitchen, bat several hundred dollar's worth of farrn machinery at work. John said he could aflb'rd it, but I spoko my mind and told her what I thought of it after be went out to bis work. She looked kind of frightened, and pretend ed she was gbjpg tq cry, and (hen she spoke np quick like and said t ."Sister Janet, it's 'a triumph of mind over matter. You can wash now, and not be all tired oqt, and sick aud nervous, and and John can idj.rd it." - Perhaps jf bad kpown, that she pad paid for it airj and it hadn't cost John a cent, I might' have been more forgiving, bat I just straightened Up and said; "rs. JJMiotjqj may go and rpin your pusband wjth your boarding sphooj ideMg, pot as for me iieyer touch the things. J " VP work thank goodness, while J've got rny health, J wasu't brought op in idle ness." f She never too It tp b. art a titj the next thing I knew she was at a litllo parlor or gan she had, singing aud pNylng as if tbet a elf there was in life. And that silly ok minister mea pever do have a bit of sense, but you expect more of a preacher of the gospel but he just sat and talk d (6 her as it she was a .com panion or him, and they walKed about the fields, and staid , down where John was working, and all around 'tm souls a perish ing for want of the bread of life; such a sinful waste of time I never saw! "Janet, do you loe the hills?" she asked one day when J was scouring ijie knives .outside the door. She hadi&red to do them for me, but law, her white hands were not ft for any thing so useful "Love the bill?! Well, I'd like to know what there is to love about them. I guess jf you climbed them a spell you wouldn't looking np at them; "they seem so near the cool, far-nfl'IIeuvei.l I lore to climb to the top and drink in the sweet, fresh air; it does (tlie good here liern. She laid her hand on her heart, and stood looking off with u BtMnge txpn psion itii her face, and I thought may be she wua homesick and told her to go in and cut some carpet rags, and sew 'em together and would you believe it, she op and re fused. "No!" she said, "I cannot cut any car pet rags. I hate theio-l" I never suw ber so excited beore. "A fine temper you have," was all the answer I made her, bu-riThever Jelt so insulted in all my life For a week or two I didn't see much of her, she was either out with John, "sketching," as she called it, .dabbling awa at some bits of of paste board witb a lead pencil j or op in hex room where I neyer went. She came down, singing away, with a large package in her hand, and soon John came up with the ponies, aid they drove on" to town together, laughing like two children. I hope none of tbu neighbors noticed them. Anyway, they never saw him conduct himself in that way witb me. When they came home she was all tired out, and they had a big roll of etufl they dumped down in the entry. "It's something for you, Janet," she said, laughing hysterical-like. "It's purpet rags." I unrolled it and there were twenty yards of bright ingrain carpet J "Mvra," said I "this is wicked ex travagance' for I knew her tnoney was all paid out. " But it isn't," she said, laughing ; " I earned it myself by drawing and painting those bits of sketches. I sold them all, and Can sell all I can do. That was my way of cutting carpet-rags." Well, we put the carpet down, and it did look pretty though I didn't say so. It isn't my way to spoil anybody with flattery, acd J saw JohnjB wife was getting the upper hand too fast. The neighbors were beginning to notice her, and that foolish old minister, when his wife came back, had been over therej and she led the singing in church, and pretended she had got religion, and all the time she nev t, n iuuiwu a H.ior, ui winueu a uimi, or put her hand to the churn. "John cao afford to keep hired help," she said to me one day, " and I'm. not very stroRg, and my mother died of con sumption." Then the began to cry like a baby, " and John canie in and looked at me ss if it wag my doing.' I must say she could succeed in doing all sorts of useless things raising flowers in every nook and corner, making pets of the animals, and painting, or playing on the organ. She was real ornamental, and I suppose some folks thought she wus pretty. John did for one. I don't know tl.ut she made m much work, either. She did her own washing as long as John would let ber, and kept her room neat enough, though it was mostly littered op with flowns and birds and her sketches, ad at prat ehe rung from moritjng till night, and she did have a real lovely yoice. J'll allow that, but alter awhile she didn't sing and didn't talk much and then John began taki g her meala np to her. The first time I saw bjm getting a tray ready, I said. 'It's a good thing yoa were brought up to be handy, John, seeing you've got an invalid wife." He didn't say anything then, but a few days alter he came to me and' said : 'Jawt, get a girl as soon as yoa can and let Aunt Betsy come over and stay with Myra : she is nervcus and low spirited, and needs company," ' Well, I suppose you've gurssod the ap- shnt ol it all ; a little daughter was born to John ai d it seemed to me that a mira cle was worked o the house. IYrha 1 had never really- loved Johu's wife she was so different in her was from me but wlu-n I heard that baby cry J felt thrilled to my very soul, and I just threw my work spron over my head and cried for the Bret lime in jours. Myra didn't get strong, and the days went on and Ktill she didn't get op. and I felt as if H was my duty Is go and tell her that she niusn't favor herself that way, that she couldn't lie abed and let strangers take care of her child, and that shejd never tet strong till she. got out ; but I made up my mird to speak in a gentler sort of way. I hadbtcn thinking it over and ubout concluded to let Myra live her own way nd not try to .make Iter over, especially einie Johu seemed so wel! satisfied with her, and I went up stairs am) opened the door softly and stepped inside. John was standing at one window looking out at the sunset it was red and gold, nnd the room wus in a flume, he tumid as K-re 7 since he was a man f " ' "What is it I whispered, going up close to I im lie made a motion with the back of his head towards the bed. . I went over tin tp. Aunt Bi'Uy was in a rocker by the fuMe of it rading the Bib e. Mvra was looking, at he sun set, then at hir buby's keeping face. I'm nut dyll to see things and I saw there what .made my heart turn cold it was" the yalk-y.ol the shadow -of death I That all happened these years ao. There is a simple ruHtic cross up in the graveyard with 'Myra" carved .on it, and little Slyra and I go op there every Sun day and carry flowers to decorate it, und the dear. child sits in, my lap and puts her blessed little arms about my neck and whispers : "Auntie, talk about my mamma in Heaven," and I tell bow patient and gentle she was, and how she sung and played, and how she shall do the very same thing some day for I know, now, that flowers are as necessary to God's creation as the wood and grain, and the least little thing that makes sunshine in the world i8 of great yalue in the dark places, and I feel sure, when I look opto the hills she loved tliat Myra has reached far-ofT Heaven before me. Tertians perhaps, she will iutercede for uie there. Our Confederate Dead. ADDRESS DELIVERED BY Copt. W. T. II- BELL, PRINCIPAL KINGS MOUNTAIN HIGH SCHOOL, ON MEMORIAL HAY IX SUELBY, .ir.C. MAY lQth, 188 1. Ladies and Gentlemen. within the Holy of Holies of the human heart there is a shrine erected to the worship of heroic vir tue. Enlightened sensibilities pause not in the vestibule of this sacred temple to parley with cold calculating reason, but with blind devotion the purest offerings of the gener ous soul are laid nnon its blood-stained altar. In ell ages and in every country of the word, from the semi barbarous Greek and half-civilized Roman to the Christian nations of modern times, painting and sculpture have devoted their creative ener gies, amt poetry has invoked her sweetest muses to the consecration of heroic deeds, and the embalming of the warrior's mem ory. . .. rnjtidice and envy are the acknowledged opponents i f human reason. We look with distorted gaze upon struggling truth in the hour of her trial ; suspicion would dispar age her tlTorls and impugn her motives in .the day of Jnr strength ; but jit the grave of fallen greatness we acknowledge the force of principle, and re-establish our con fidence in the sincerity of human conduct. Here all the green-eyed passions of our baser nature abandon our bosoms; all the foul whisperings of cowardly slander and detraction cease; while the soul is left in undisturbed communion with those argi l graces that nestle ever near the tomb of unsullied virtue. At the instance of your committee, La dies and Gentlemen, I romt'Thia afternoon to j'in you ill errenmoim of jour Miv moriul Duy, and as best I can, to give ex pression to the fielii:gs of veneration and pride, gratitude and love, with which we gather around the graves of our fallen com rades. Year ufier year, utjer the tender ministrations of woman, what a pious isk ! Memory as a meek-eyi-d maiden, Ijer.c'. et ks still wet with tears, bearing with her the emblematic sprig of acacia," comes with trembling band and aching heart, to lead us over "a bridge of sighs" through the church yarls of the past. She waves her magic wand, and amid the war-desoluted fields of a sunny laud, over' the ashes 'of: once happy Southern homes ; among the Mrieken shrine and ruined altars of a con quered p. ople I stand, to challenge cui'vcr- sal history to present siibJiuivr spectacles of self-sacrificing' devotiou than nre ti be found in the livts of our UonVderute Head. I come tq speak in thp spirit of universal brotherhood, with a peace ('Bering in my hand sod a prayer for perpetual peace in my hrai f . I am aware that words uttered in the ordinary expression of grief and pride by men who stood tear the unmaiked graves of their sons and brothers, have been caught up by a partisan press, and made n pretext for the fuTller humiliation of a bruve yet conquered people. Forbid that I should resort to intemperate language It is tad still to sec the' faint flashes of the lightning end hear the mnttertd thunders of sectional animositj ; et tl c heart would be cotvard'y and the t"wn craven which, on QWtsioijS lik these, .should fail to hold Bp to youthful arif'iira'ion theuntivaled deeds and perrless.filor of our own immor tal heroes. From their very earliest histo ry. .Spuria and Athens were rival Grecian citii s, yet in the r; enence of a common foe, F?rm lf0WMd ontbeJttracjbeo.e8rbrrJvate liv.s our Wood CrtwlavngicV'for 5 it-true Jf a ewT jV5"-jwWe nWJ '0'Cff' mon country. Is the memory of Leon id as and his immoMal hand le.su nectssary to the glory of Gin ce because the star o( Sparta's fate di diced ? I)n the nanus of her Seipios and her ' a: -ate shine lis-s bright, because the Scaudit.uviaii horihs of the Xorth clippidthe ini;snl R une's proud eagle, anil tore ci' wn the standards of imperial prowess ari'i ui:ghl ? Is the name of Marco Bi'ZZ.iris Iti.-- mimurtel b(C;tiise he sleeps in a land pole' il by the tread of despots, aud filled with t i groans of sluves? Would TeJI have ii . a. m il lets honor hud his arrow mio3ed its in. ok ? und has J'uland forgotten in her vuwal.igf the trample, of her Kos ciusko ? If i.ot, should we cease to venerate our Stuart. Hill, Jackson and Lee, and all our host of .deathless dead, because the rights I of frfc-eh they (ought are lest, and the banner ihat they bore so often to vie tory is shrouded in defeat? No, Ladies at d Gentiemi ti, such men belong not exclusive ly to any age or country. They are the Knights, of .-'Chivalry, the d fenders of honor, cbarpjoi)s cf virtue and martyrs ol principle ! From Manassas to Malvern Hill, from the Father of Waters to the granite ciests of Gettysburg, through f.'ur long years of blood and carnage, with all the consecrated courage of the Crusader, the Confederate legions dashed and charged, until tie world stood breathless as they blamed their way to glory. Trained in the earlier political schools of the fathers, the voice of their State was the voice of God. To them by inheritance belorged lite immortal Decla ration of Independence They ha I learned fromit that "to secure life, liberty, and the pursuit ol happit ess, governments were instituted, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed" and that "whenever any form of government be comes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it." Adopting these lofty sentiments fr them selves in the knightly spirit cf the Calval ier, and recurring to them day after duy in the administration ol onr system, they bad come to regard them as great political axioms embodying rights as inalienable as the right to breathe. The Constitution wc? theirs .--theirs by bequest "of brain und pen theirs in its powers, its provisions and its limitations ; it was (hcjirk of t'ueir political covenant ; before tlieralheir lather? Iinit carried it in all their journeying, guarded by the pil'ur of cloud by day nnd guided by the pillar of fire by' night ; before it the lied Sea of war had rolled back its waters, and on tjtia .side, whe'u pursuing foes had been overwhelmed, Miriam end b?r maidens had led their mothers in the songs of uatioiml that thus trained, to tamper with that Constitution was in their estimation treason, and to lay violent h.i uU upon it was profanation T I do not speak to arouse animosity far from it. I shall come presently to the lei-son Kit to us my countrymen. But when I urn callel to stand by the craves of nty dead comruies, graves around which only benavemeiil, widowhood and orphannge do gather ; graves over which no nutioti weepi and over which as yet no banner waves ; graves thai are dependent lor the erpi tuaiion of tlieir m morirs to the vestal fires of love and I yalty that arel nursed in iiin hearts, my lips must be sealed, or I .hall speak from the just, yet 1 trust gen: puis, suggestions of my own soul. I avow to yon, my eountryni -n, that these years have Kft no biturutss in pjy bosom. If in your Cemetery this afternoon ttiere is I tie grivu ol a Federal soldier, who lived as a soldier should liye, und who uitd as a soldier often dies, bleeping his last sitvp far tway from bis home and kindred, with no wster no brother no mother to biina Ji-iwer point out that grave to no I bog you, and mine s'lall be the hand to decoiate it. There is a divine relation ship bet'li true i.iurage and magna nimity. ' I fcHi not here to defend the prin ciples for which our Confedtrate warriors bled ; the decision of the. sword is ag inst them and it will be the duty of the calm. quiet, diapast-ionate historian of tbe future to confirm or reverse the j ldgnv ot. But that their mof;'w were pure ; that they believed that they were right; that they were oetunted by the highest sense of patriotic du?y, the most partisan of their foes will scarcety deny. We see a Polk leaving the sacred walks of the ministry for the ten-lid field. . We hear the gallant Stuart, the Bayard of the South, giving praine to God in his dy ng moments ; we find Stonewall Jackson amid the silent watches of the midnight honr imploring the guidance of Him who pro tected the amies of Israel, and we are led to exclaim, ''Surely these men were chris tian warriors." No, my countrymen, to brand these men as traitO'B would be to rob glory of its greatness and virtue of its in their pt ..jo ifiey were sincere, And wjlh their blood 't'uey sealed their faith jn the righteousness of tbe cause for whieh they died. They belonged not solely to us; their fame cannot be circum scribed by sectional boundaries; they are not now to be judged by the petty pnssioos and prejudices which pervert tli judgment of their countrymen. No, no J tbey hold high rank in the army of patriot martyrs ; they have bequeathed their motives to history, and posterity will do them justice, Such men ore above the issues of every struggle. Success was not necessary to establish their greatness, and defeat is powerless to detract from their glory. I do not care my countrymen to recall i lu? dcds upon which the ciaiios to this glorv rests. There stands our Troy, its Iliad has not yet been written. How i rose aud how it fought and how it fell how for four long years the Grecian chari ots dashed in vain around its living walls ol fire ; how phalanx after phalanx, now led by Agamemnon and now by Ulysses were beaten and broken aid driven buck to their ships ; how oorTn j in matrons stood in our utidt undaunted and undismayed bathed the browand bound up the wounds of their husbands aud brothers and sent them back to the ramparts and how wheo their stricken ones would fall they bent above theta in passionate yet patriot ic grief plucked the javelin from bleeding bofooif, and buried them in the mantles torn from their own beauteous parsons- and how the thought ol these lender hands and loving hearts kept our CatatMkea bright ; and how tbe shouts of tiiunipl: thut swept along our litea were echoed and re-pchoed from the Mountains to tbe Sea ; and then bow the change came, and how by wounds and starvation and disease our ranks were wasted ; and how the gods who had smiled propitiously npon us and upheld our banner in the beginning, became in their own inscrutable purpose offended, and tumid their faces from ns ; all these things will yet be written, and the grand old heroic shall go sounding down the ages in strains sublime until the wot Id shall be come familiar y th the story j As we gather thi afternoon to scatter flowers over mounds fo dear to us, let us not forget those unmarked graves far out on the battle fi- Ids where amid the beat of rarniigr i d toe clash of ionfiict heroes went down, rider and horse.lriend and foe, in one rid burial blent." What though no monumental pi'e comnif piorate (lie places of their rest, no '' storied uro " tell of a hero's struggles o'er. Liberty claims the unhonorcd spot as a portion of her sacred heritage ; unm-n argels heaven-sent will guard their slumbers, and their prabes ring for nil lime in the unwritten music of every hrei 2?. Blood wherever slie.1 in freedom's battles, makes a barren wilder ness a sacred mausoleum, arid earth allhal- lourd ground. Not one drop wac ever shed in vain. K very life sacrificed upon the altar ol Ifber'ty H an unanswerable tes timony to the hacredmv.s of her .cause: and from out the ashes of fallen heroes go lorlh tliciM! mute appeals that inspire tbe oppressed to deeds of daring in every land where men ate struggling for their cherish ed rights. .An able A mt-r is-!) statesman has siid thut a nation's wealth u the sum of its ep It ud i J d-cJjiri remember at the close of our deadly convict how our land seemed haunted by the Jurkiieg skeletons of evi-ry form r interest. It vas a dark bitter hour; woe and want were depicted on every hand, ur wmu.;'0 performing menial offices ; our youths driven from the colleges to tbe corn fi. lis; our old meu taxed with a labor thai belonged not to their years, and J felt to what a depth of humiliation and payer-: ty wo had l; en rtduced- L;it I turno I even timi :roi" il,s picture of diuutution to tiic conteiuplittkm of our future historic splendor. 1 tuoutfhl ot the glory of our nhoit-lived greatness ; the unexampled val or of our brave men, aud the tlf-frgvtful devotion if our nxblc Southern women, and I felt that we wire indeed rich. And now when sixteen yeats have pised. and under the Mes-ing of God the field have bloomed again, tbe old booi; has been re built ; and as the younger children gatber around the family altar, the silvery-haired mother looks up to the pictore on the wall to t hat bright-eyed boy in hit grand old Confederate grey who at theiirst call went forth to battle, a ad whose last mes sage was, "Tell y Motberf died for my country." Sixteen years have passed, atid when I remember how a wasting band T undaunted warriors contended against cold . and hunger and disease, and burled back tbrongh long years of seal city and BuTer iog the repeated assaults of an overpower iag enemy, a boat of knightly spirits princely' wi person a tioos of I'hoaer and chivalry, pass before wie, and a sense Of pride that no defeat can bumble, swells ia IDBf UpplcssntTtAtn -tfcoi vahaie A VealU becomes lovely in a consecrated coronet df sorrow. .Crowns of roses fade, crowns rf thorns endure. -Calvaries and crucifixes take deepest bold on hamanity:" ,Hoored North Carolina, the birthplace of 'Baai seur, of Branch, of Pettigrew, Polk and Pender, whatever may be ber future, tbe past at least is secure. Battle-scarred old Virginia! " still fronting with a royal brow her fate," no tyrant could seduce ber from the memory of her Stewart, her, Hill, her Johnson, her Jacksonl Favored-Soothero Land ! more favored as the war .desolated borne of Beauregard and Lee and all tksir immortal associates, than if she were the pampered empire of the proudest monarch on earth 1 My countrymen, I offer yoa a prayer for peace, peace in our homes and in oar hearts. The day is corning, thank Heaven'J and politicians cannst prevent it, when the two sections of this great country will be joined in a closer bond of union a union of-tarts as well as of bands. Tbe church of the living God is proclaiming the glad message first delivered by tbe angels to tbe watching shepherds on theplaiosof Judea, and the spirit of fraternal reconciliation is abroad. Talk of yonr monuments at King's Mountain and Cowpens, and yonr Centen nial at YorktowD, they are all prepara tory to a grander gathering which is yet to assemble, and a loftier monument which is yet to be built. The day is coming, coming, coming, and God and angels are hastening it, when the true men of tbe North will meet tbe trne men of tbe South, and .upon some midway spot on the soil of the Mother of Statis, the home of Washington, tbe base of a monument shall be laid, broad as the pyramids of Egypt. And Georgia and Sooth Carolina and tbe old North State will vjao witb Massachu setts and New Hampshire and Vermont in sending their granite, and pious hands and generous hearts will lay block after block, and the labor cf love will ,be bequeathed from sire to son, until tbe mighty shaft ehall pierce the very heavens; and crowning it all sh-ill be the Goddess of American Liberty! With ber face to the raising sun, and her beautiful arms ex tended, her right band pointing to Holly wood on tbe James, and her kft hand to Arlington on the Potomac-tbose bashed encampments where sleep thousands respec tively of the Blue aud tlie iiray she will speak with trumpet-tongue to the nations across the waters, and proclaim with prjde, ' "These are both my children !" bung men of tbe Suutfi .yoa have every thing to Ft imalate you in your (Sorts to elevate and succor your war scourged country. Accept the situation as you find it. The future of this land depends npon you. Drive out by your manly bearing the dim shadows of despair that may yet lurk in our midst. Restore by yonr honest ifiorU at Qio.ral, social, and political recon struction, cheerful ess to the firesides, and confidence to Uie bosoms of onr people.. While you feel an honest pride in the exr plojts of our gallant slain, yog .need not write their epitaphs, thcie are already en graved npon the tablets of pntading memory While you cherish their names, you .need build over their gravts no towering moor uments, thus more durable tban brass, they themselves have erected in the great Westminster of a people's heart- But k your cultivation o heroic viflqe, of en lightened patriotism, of sell-forgetjyl and self-sacrilicing public devotion, be true, charge ytm, to tiietteajory of tbe ,Coa.- . ft derate Dead. The wheat harvest has begun iu Texas, nd the quality is better than at any tima during the past 1 jears. The field wilj arerage J 8 bushelo to iim au. Diuing cars are n iw coming south. The 5av iiinah, Florida and Western road bos just pur on an elegant one bjclwteo Sa vannah and Jacsonv;lhj yta. Mr. Tsyjor Maudlin, on the border of Texas, has perhaps tbe largest pasture iq the world. On one side tliere are forty miles of rock fence, and jet it will require 200 miles of fencicg to inclose it. Qe irt lends to sow fur 1,000 toos of pats.. He will feed 100,000 bead oi caltie ou bit p lure.
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