A HOBNf, ESQ., Merchant, Planter ja-J Cotton Clayton, N. C.•o that makes it so. If there lx the incredulous left, let him east out of the train window the next passes through Clayton. Jet h almost in any direction, and if gee enough bales of cotton to • him of Clayton's solidity ar.d prosperity, he will he hard to c He needn’t try to count the b would hare to stop over a day o do that. Besides, these Claytoj men have a sort lt;j,u way of es: the extent of their holdings, ott by counting.“How much cotton have you COW?” I asked one gentleman.“Oh, about an acre and a hall acres,” he replied.“What? Not yet picked.“Oh, yes; already picked and and packed in bales ready for t ket.And it was the truth.“Do you raise bogs on your f asked another gentleman.“Oh. yes.” he replied, “I hav, an acre in hogs.”I didn't ask him how many