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rising out of a gulf or succession of gulfs on each side, 

 near a hundred feet deep, in an earth of a reddish color, 

 and much of it the tint of the peach blossom. Mr. Smith 

 tells me that when this ridge tumbles down, as in time 

 it surely will, that the old plantation adjoining is so full 

 of gullies, that there will be no place for a road, without 

 going several miles round. Mr. Smith, says, never plow 

 nor dig the ground in the contemplated hedge roiu for 

 Cherokee-rose cuttings. Scrape the surface clean, draw 

 a line and mark the row, and then take a sharp pin, either 

 wood or iron, the latter the best, and drive down six or 

 eight inches, as thick as required for the plants, and drop 

 the cuttings in these holes and hammer the earth around 

 till it closes tight upon the stock. Planted in this way, 

 not one in a hundred will fail, no matter how hard the 

 ground — and it is not one half the labor as the mode in 

 which they are usually planted. Mr. Smith gives as one 

 of the reasons why pork is not made here to a greater 

 extent, in these low-price times, the difficulty of having 

 sufficiently cool weather at killing time, to save the meat. 

 He has known hogs turned out again, after having been 

 fatted, on account of the weather continuing so warm 

 through the whole winter, that it could not be cured. 



Although the town of Woodville and vicinity contain 

 many excellent people, the place has got an unenviable 

 notoriety ; and "the oak" is known more widely as a scene 

 of bloodshed than that portion of the inhabitants who 

 belong to the peace establishment. If alcohol were ut- 

 terly banished from the place, then would the town soon 

 wear an improving look, more pleasing to the stranger. 



Solon Robinson. 



Woodville, Miss., Dec. Sth, 1848. 



