Monticellonian November 6, 1894: Monticello, Ark., Nov. 4, '94: Mr. Editor: I come again with news from "Opossum Valley" but this time I am not in it. After spending something better than three months in the valley, after having the valley fever, I guess that's what it was, over a month, after circling the river bottoms in search of game but not finding any, I am able to enjoy the luxuries of our little town Monticello. The opossums were not ripe when I first went to the valley but before I left, opossums, coons, birds, game and nearly everything else was plentiful. The huntsmen sounded their trumpets every night, which told to those, far and near, that the opossums and coons were in danger of the pot. Despite the hard times I left the farmers busily engaged in gathering their crops. One successful farmer there, said that farmers would have to learn "frumcnti plus domo facere si vollent habere." This long dry spell will soon enable the people there to harvest and market their crops. "The 'possum gets mighty scared. When he hears hounds upon his tracks He lets his supper go Pace, pace, pace away, He makes for his den; Knowing that the persuing hounds will ere long come in. The huntsmen you know are very glad When he hears the hounds yelp away He knows that the possum is made To serve as a meal the following day." The opossums are ripe and ready for those 'tators, the coon is no less ready for pepper and salt--so in the midst of these, with a plenty of corn, potatoes, molasses, peas and pumpkins "Opossum Valley" is on the boom. By: J.S. Rossell (ya'll need to copy the above and hand out at Possum days festivities!!!!!!!!!) Jann Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com