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VOL. XXII—No. 107?-
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ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 12.^96.
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SCOTT’S PLANTATION.
The picture on this page represents the
farm force gathering tomatoes. The vines
are large and the yield very heavy. This
model tract grows fruits and vegetables, be
sides giving big yields of corn and cotton.
It is good bottom land, carefully fertil ized
and cultivated, and black labor is satisfacto
rily engaged. Mr. Scott thinks there is more
money in fruits than, in truck in the South.
He fertilizes his land by stable manure and
by turning under cow-peas. In one year Mr.
Scott, who 'came from the North and settled
here just"after the war,
raised on 300 acres of
this land, 13,000 bush
els of oats, and as a sec
ond crop, 400 bushels
of sweet potatoes to
the acre.
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The Humbolt,Tenn.,,
“Leader-Review, ”in a
splendid immigration
article under the above
title, pays the follow
ing tribute to Fayette
county, Tennessee :
“Down in Fayette
county, hundreds of
Northern people have
bought lands and are
making homes and are
identifying them
selves with the business
interests of the com
munity. This is the
consequence of adver
tising and showing up
the resources of the
county. Something
like two years ago, a
land company was or
ganized down there,
composed of some of
the most enterprising
men of that section.
They at once proceeded
to advertise by means
of thousands of pam
phlets, maps and circu
lars. They also adver
tised in a number of
Northern papers and
sent immigration
agents up there, and
generally inaugurated a great immigration
scheme.
“Colony after colony of thrifty Northern
farmers have settled in Fayette as a result of
this publicity. These people have brought a
great deal of money into that section, and
have given a stimulus to trade that has not
been felt before since the war. It is said that
trade is nearly double what it was previous
to this influx of settlers. Everybody is pros
perous and happy in old Fayette.”
In an*i»terview in the Memphis Commer
cial AppealJ^Ir. Belt, of the Illinois Central
says concerning immigration to this section
of the Soflth.
“The movment of prospectors into this sec
tion, continues fo increase; the great range
of territory from which they come, tells of
tlie efforts which have been and are being
made to attract the attention of the entire
country to the Memphis district. The results
are gratifying to the Illinois Central.
“From scores of points in the North and
Northwest, come reports from families which
have either completed their arrangements or
will do so and become residents in this sec
tion this fall, so soon as their crops are gath
ered and they have realized. If this pace
keeps up, I tell you, it will not be many years
before Memphis will be situated in the midst
of one of the most thickly inhabited agricul
tural regions in the country, and then one of
the greatest essentials to the building and
support of a great city will be enjoyed.”
The appalling fatalities accompanying the
hot wave which enveloped a large portion of
the United States during the early days of
August—fatalities which it is estimated num
ber well on toward 10,000 human victims
and untold thousands of domestic animals—
have served to give weight to the declarations
frequently made by the “Southern States”
that, as compared with the North, the South
is an infinitely superior region for comfort
health during the summer season.
While the deadly heat was daily striking
down its hundreds in every large city of the
North, sunstrokes and prostrations were un
known in the far South, where the tempera
ture was much lower than in places a thou
sand miles to the north; and even in the.few
Southern cities where the thermoneter indi
cated a degree of heat equal to that of the
highest temperature in the North, the prostra
tions were rare, and deaths from sunstroke
almost unheard of.
Rev. O. Skallebal, of Lawrenceburg,
Tenn., (formerly of Blue Earth City, Minn.,)
wrote to a friend of his in Iowa last year:
“The South has certainly a big future before
her. It is as a rule easier to live here than in
the North. The winters don’t eat up the sum
mers. It takes less for clothing and fuel,
cheaper houses and other ways it comes
cheaper to live here.” The above few state
ments contain a volume of meaning, and
coming as they do from an honest, conserva
tive gentleman, will have great weight with
those seeking the true conditions of the
South.
HIRAM DREW’S TWO BOYS.
BY WIRT T. CARRINGTON.
O LD HIRAM DREW was one
of God’s noblest works; it is a
pity he was not contemporary
with Diogenes—that the old
philosopher might have been
rewarded in his search for an
honest man. He had encountered numberless
misfortunes; they had not come single
handed, and after battling eighty odd years
with life, he had reached the peace of sur
render, rather than fulfilled hopes. His heart
was simply wrapped up in his boys from the
time they could toddle around the farm with
him, and his affection made him more in
dulgent than was good for them.
The boys, spite of all the mother’s “line
upon line” and the father’s “precept upon
precept,” grew restless in the old home nest
and were eager to leave it.
John, the eldest, drifted out when he was
a mere lad, he had always had a head of his
own, as was illustrated when he ran away
from college and joined the army. After be
ing disabled and sent home he was more dis-
s tisfied than ever. He tried the East and
theWest, and even ventured across to the old
world and was like a roiling stone gathering
no moss, till a streak of luck in a speculation
dawned on him, and he awakened one morn
ing to find himself rich. Money changes the
habits of life and habit effects the tempera
ment and disposition, and what lack of suc
cess had failed to effect in all the years of
John’s life, riches had accomplished in a few
months.
He had grown arbitrary and imperious,
travel wise, and required a good deal of
waiting on. He kept a valet and suite of
rooms in the city until he found a wife,
which was no difficult matter after he found a
fortune. He belonged to all the clubs and
was a good deal of a sport. His chums de
clared that he was awfully missed when^he
was not with them, and they might have
added, if for nothing else, for the trouble he
made; for every one that crossed his path
bowed to his whims, but after all,.he was
very human and very lovable when he chose
to be. -g* --
In an argument he was impregnable—no
one could down him, because he had culti
vated a habit of believing the whole world
wrong when it was necessary to prove that he
was right.
I know very few men who can tolerate
“hitches” at home or abroad, and John Drew
was certainly not one of them. Money is a
great lubricator to the
wheels of order, but
money can’t do every
thing, and he expected
everything to j* -
with clocklike p* 0 >
ion (except himsel£ gt
every depar.'mr-t^g ^
life. He studied
more than causes, and
one would have tho’t
a man so strong and
masterful, ought surely
to master himself, but
he was one of nature’s
CDntradiction* that no
one could master.
Hiram Drew and his
wife had grown old
and h e 1 p 1 e s s on the
farm, and John had
written them to “sell
all the old rubbish,
rent the farm, and
come and live with
him. ”
It was kindly jneant
for John loved his old
father and mother, but
to talk of selling the
old rubbish, all they
had—all they had ever
had—was like striking
them a blow. True,
it had seen its day, and
there were holes in
the carpets and worn
places on the old sofa
and chairs, but those
very holes were dear
because the children’s
feet had made them
and the “vacant chair”
appealed to the two
loving old hearts because of their very
aggedness.
“There could’nt be nothin’ no kinder than
John’s letter, wife, and I know he wants us
to come, the old man said, gazing at the mis
sive for the dozenth time, “but somehow,
it never struck me that all these things we’ve
worked for and saved was “old rubbish,”
His wife was silent. She knew the old-
fashioned fo ur-post bed would look strange
beside the glittering, mirrored, folding beds
in John’s fine house, and the old hair-cloth
rocker that had done such good service would
be thrown in the shade by the stuffy satin
brocade chairs. Even the little wooden
cradle, in which she had rocked all her babies
to sleep—the very “holy of holies,” to her,
would find no place in John’s grand home.
Chief among the “old rubbish” was the
little green painted splint-bottom chair then
in the corner, its old accustomed place.
They had never changed it.
“Do you remember,” her eyes were filled
with tears. They were thinking the same
SOUTHERN VIEWS—SCOTT’S PLANTATION, NEAR MONTGOMERY, ALA.