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CHAPTER XIX.

LITERARY DEVELOPMENT. (CONT'D)

AUTHORSHIP AND LITERARY COMPOSITION.


So busily have the men and women of Shelby county been engaged in the material development of the county that they have had little time for the development of a literature. They have, however, been interested in literary matters and in literary culture from the very early days to the present.

A former teacher of Shelby county of long years' successful experience, a former resident of Panama, Mrs. Mary Katherine Moore, has done some creditable literary work. She was brought up in Scott county, Iowa, and her first writing, outside of a country literary society, which was held in a country school house, was for the home paper, the LeClaire City Enterprise, of LeClaire, Scott county, Iowa. For one year she was editor of the "Woman's Rights" page. Speaking of this experience, she says, "That was fifty years since and, while I have always stood firm, I have not yet had the great blessing of casting a vote, for suffrage must come to Iowa. I will not go somewhere else to enjoy what rightfully belongs to me in my native beloved Iowa."

About the time that Mrs. Moore was doing editorial work for the LeClaire paper the Youth's Companion was asking for pioneer stories and she contributed to this magazine occasionally until her marriage.

The material was chosen from actual experiences among the people of the "long time ago," and was all true. The every-day life of the acquaintances of her childhood, in Scott county. Iowa, she wove sometimes into a sketch and sometimes a story. These stories and sketches Mrs. Moore lost in moving. Among the subjects developed by Mrs. Moore in her writing were: "When I Went to Church in Jack's Barn," "Mrs McConstrey and her Split-Bottomed Chair" and the "Colporter."

About 1903 the Youth's Companion offered a prize of five steel engravings to the three schools in Iowa that, under the supervision of their teacher, would make the greatest improvement in the appearance of their school grounds for that year. Mrs. Moore was then teaching in Shelby county. The school yard where she was teaching consisted of a thicket of scrub oak, with the school house in the middle of it, to which a little path led. She and her pupils went to work with a will and after three months' hard work had the satisfaction of knowing that nothing remained of the scrub oaks but ashes and that in their stead was growing a beautiful garden of lettuce, radishes and onions, which the teacher and pupils enjoyed at their luncheons. George A. Luxford was then county superintendent and it was through his recommendation that Mrs. Moore and her school received one of the prizes, which consisted of five historical engravings. No frames were ever purchased for them by the district and Mrs. Moore still has them, as she says, in the "original package in which they came," and she is yet waiting for the frames. Mrs. Moore has contributed a great many articles to educational journals, to the Banner of Gold and to various newspapers. For some time she was the Panama correspondent of the Harlan Tribune.

Mrs. Moore hopes to live to finish a book for which undoubtedly she has been long gathering and shaping material. The beautiful literary style she commands is well illustrated by this paragraph from a letter to the author: "To have lived and enjoyed going out for pleasure and duty in an ox wagon, and then clapping our hands for very joy when the first horse team was bought and brought to us. our very own. from Galena, Illinois, followed by the steamboat, the railroad, and now the auto, is certainly a great experience. I am thankful to have lived the life of it, but my greatest love is the dear old Mississippi and the cemeteries where I go to linger for a time with the friends of memory, not with sadness, but with thankfulness that God blessed my life with a friendship and relationship of earth's noblest men and women."

J. K. P. Baker, who for some years was a resident of the north part of the county, but during the last years of his life a resident of Harlan, possessed much more than ordinary literary ability. For a number of years he carried on a correspondence with the famous George William Curtis and with other prominent literary men of the country. Mr. Baker was county surveyor of Shelby county and at one time had a very wide acquaintance in the county. Perhaps the best literary composition from his pen is the following poem, which was composed by him at the grave of his daughter, Louise:

AT HER GRAVE.

What mystic force is in this mound

That makes it seem like living ground?

There's a tuft of grass and a bush of flowers

That smile and sing to each other for hours.

They beckoned and called to a little bird

And it came at once, for it saw and heard.

The bird is alive, it flutters its wings;

It opens its throat and it sings--it sings!

The grass is green and the flowers are red--

And the ground--this mound-is it dead, is it dead?


Out of its life these lives arose

Which the living green and the flowers disclose;

Out of its life and the life below,

These living forms of beauty grow;

Out of its life and the life that sleeps,

Awakening lite in its glory leaps;

And when so many sweet lives they give

They have life in themselves--I know they live.

For never a mother dead gave birth

To children alive like thine. O Earth!

And this very clay, like Eden's clod

Is alive with the self-same breath of God.


And if this be true, as I feel it is,

Our lives are as deathless as His--yes, His!

Then sing, little bird. O, sing, sing, sing;

"Where is thy victory, Death--thy sting?"

Nod and beckon and blush, sweet flower,

Saying "Where is thy triumph. O, Grave--thy power

Carpet her grave with thy green, O, grass,

Smiling at Time with his scythe and glass,

For our lives--all lives--with Christ are hid

Even beneath the coffin's lid,--

And this lid is a door that outward swings.

Oh, how the bird its rapture sings!


W. M. Oungst, the founder of the Harlan Hub, was a man of unusual literary ability, which sometimes involved him in a good deal of trouble, legal and otherwise, including one famous libel suit at Harlan. His best known production, perhaps, is the famous "Houn' Dog" song, which has been set to music and is now obtainable as a phonograph record. The poem runs as follows:

Wunst me an' Lem Briggs an' ol' Rill Brown

Tuk a load o' cawn to town,

An' ol' Jim-dawg. the onry cuss,

He jes' nachelly fullered us.


Chorus:


Every time I come to town

The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Makes no difference if he is a houn'

They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.


As we driv past Sam Johnson's store

Passel o' yaps come out th' door

When Jim he stops to smell a box

They shied at him a bunch o' rocks.

Chorus.

They tied a can to his tail

An' ran him past th' county jail,

'N' that plumb nachelly makes me sore

'N' Lem he cussed 'n' Bill he swore.

Chorus.

Me 'n' Lem Briggs 'n' ol' Bill Brown

We lost no time in a-jumping daown

An' we wiped them ducks up on th' groun'

For kickin' my ol' dawg aroun'.

Chorus

Folks say a dawg kaint hold no grudge,

But wunst when I got too much budge,

Them town ducks tried t' do me up,

But they didn't count on ol' Jim-pup.

Chorus.

Jim seed his duty thar and then

And he lit into them gentlemen,

An' he shore mussed up the cote house square

With rags 'n' meat 'n' hide 'n' hair.

Chorus.

"Authorship and Literary Composition" Continues=>

  Transcribed by Cheryl Siebrass, October, 2023 from the Past and Present of Shelby County, Iowa, by Edward S. White, P.A., LL. B.,Volume 1, Indianapolis: B. F. Bowen & Co., 1915, pp. 441-447.

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