Thursday, August 9, 1900
The rise in the river moved O’Connell’s log drive from Stony Bottom to about opposite Mill Point, the rear passing Marlinton early Saturday morning. Friday, the men worked a day and a quarter and made a record drive from Stony Bottom to Marlinton, about eighteen miles.
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“A presidential election is not a campaign in which the friends of their country are fighting a desperate battle against its foes; it is a great debate in which men of different temperament take different sides, and the truth is elucidated by the discussion. If, in this great debate, we respect our opponents’ opinions they will respect ours; if we attribute their judgment to evil motives we will suffer under a similar imputation. Let us not forget that we are all Americans; that every presidential election is a crisis; that somebody is always grievously disappointed at the result, and that yet, somehow, the country has still remained safe.”
Planing Mill Burned
J. A. Sharp’s planing mill was burned at noon Monday. The mill had been running during the forenoon, and Mr. Sharp closed the mill and went to dinner. Shortly after, the building was seen to be completely afire, precluding all hope of saving anything. A spark from the engine was the cause, and in 10 minutes after the fire was discovered the building was in ashes. And the expensive machinery completely ruined, with the possible exception of the engine which may be repaired. The loss includes the planing machine, carpenter tools, a wagon standing near the building, a considerable quantity of lumber and a portable engine with trucks for same almost if not completely ruined. The lowest estimate placed the loss at $1,000.
UPPER POCAHONTAS
The recent rains have improved the crop prospects very much and the promise now is for an unusual yield of corn. This crop means bread and meat in plenty. The hay crop was somewhat improved, but a good deal of mown grass was damaged about Glade Hill and Dunmore.
Uriah Hevener, the veteran farmer and grazer of Upper Pocahontas, far advanced in the seventies, is industriously passing his hale and robust old age in moving things with this usual vim. His herds, of all ages, number about three hundred head at the present time. He carried about two hundred through the past winter.
Dunmore, like sweet Auburn of which a famous poet sings, is the ornament of a very attractive mountain valley, with its two nice churches, two stores, and a number of tasteful residences. The water to run the Dunmore mills is mainly supplied by lithia springs of immense volume, welling up from the hidden and wonderful laboratories far beneath the green and flowery surface. A very large flag presented by a Mr. Lindsay, of Delaware, furls to every passing breeze. Citizens took it in hand and raised it on a pole 70 feet in height. The flag is 8 x 12 and is a fine specimen of Old Glory.
One of the phases of Pocahontas home life is the fact that nearly every family is doing its own housekeeping work. This seems to be owing very largely to the inability to procure domestic help, so few females appear willing to do housework. While this may be hard, yet the training will be the very thing for the rising generation of our young people. Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, author of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, did some of her best lyric work when she wrote this about washing day. It is copied for the Times to brighten the washing days, whether Mondays or Saturdays. All things considered, Tuesday is preferable as the washing day.
The clothesline is a rosary
Of household help and care;
Each little saint the mother loves,
Is represented there.
And when across her garden plot
She walks with thoughtful heed,
I should not wonder if she told
Each garment for a bead.
For Celia’s scarlet stockings hang
Beside Amelia’s skirt;
And Bilbo’s breeches which of late
Were sadly smeared with dirt.
Yon kerchief small wiped bitter tears
For ill success at school.
This pinafore was torn in strife
‘Twixt Fred and little Jule.
A stranger passing, I salute
The household in its wear,
And smile to think how near of kin
Are love and toil and prayer.
DIED
Died at her home Thursday night, Mrs. Peter D. Yeager, of Travelers Repose, of heart trouble. Mrs. Yeager was 64 years old, a loving wife and a kind mother, and the community has lost a friend and neighbor. She was buried Saturday on the old Camp Bartow battleground and beautiful summit overlooking her old home, A large crowd of sympathizing friends followed her to her last resting place
