the son of Miller Bell & Hannah Akeright and husband of Lucinda Henderson
The Springdale News
from Whitener, AR
March 16, 1900
Uncle Aaron Bell died Tuesday after a lingering illness of many months duration. His remains were interred Wednesday evening in the Keeney cemetery. The golden colored morning and radiant meridian of his romantic career were succeeded by a shadowy afternoon all dreary and hopeless. He was born in Arkansas during that wonderful period when the territory was in flower. Then this vast area now humming with enterprising civilization, was a sylvan wilderness; the darkened intellect of the roaming savage knew God but in the moaning winds and rolling thunders; on every side the dark foliage of the shadowy forest waved in the silent majesty of nature. While yet in the prime of his power the lurid flames of war bore down upon the rocking Republic. He became a dauntless Union soldier in the adamantine epoch of rebellion, serving all through that iron conflict, from its dewey dawn until its crimson close. He lived a chilvaric life in that turbulent era of transition and fought with superb heroism on a score of gory fields. He had lived on his farm a few miles below Whitener for many years. The comrades of his earlier years had long since passed over the mystic river. Yet such is the course of nature that those who live long must outlive those they love and walk downward to the tomb alone and almost unknown. The sable curtain of death is drawn around his terrestrial existence.
The Springdale News
from Whitener, AR
March 16, 1900
Uncle Aaron Bell died Tuesday after a lingering illness of many months duration. His remains were interred Wednesday evening in the Keeney cemetery. The golden colored morning and radiant meridian of his romantic career were succeeded by a shadowy afternoon all dreary and hopeless. He was born in Arkansas during that wonderful period when the territory was in flower. Then this vast area now humming with enterprising civilization, was a sylvan wilderness; the darkened intellect of the roaming savage knew God but in the moaning winds and rolling thunders; on every side the dark foliage of the shadowy forest waved in the silent majesty of nature. While yet in the prime of his power the lurid flames of war bore down upon the rocking Republic. He became a dauntless Union soldier in the adamantine epoch of rebellion, serving all through that iron conflict, from its dewey dawn until its crimson close. He lived a chilvaric life in that turbulent era of transition and fought with superb heroism on a score of gory fields. He had lived on his farm a few miles below Whitener for many years. The comrades of his earlier years had long since passed over the mystic river. Yet such is the course of nature that those who live long must outlive those they love and walk downward to the tomb alone and almost unknown. The sable curtain of death is drawn around his terrestrial existence.
the son of Miller Bell & Hannah Akeright and husband of Lucinda Henderson
The Springdale News
from Whitener, AR
March 16, 1900
Uncle Aaron Bell died Tuesday after a lingering illness of many months duration. His remains were interred Wednesday evening in the Keeney cemetery. The golden colored morning and radiant meridian of his romantic career were succeeded by a shadowy afternoon all dreary and hopeless. He was born in Arkansas during that wonderful period when the territory was in flower. Then this vast area now humming with enterprising civilization, was a sylvan wilderness; the darkened intellect of the roaming savage knew God but in the moaning winds and rolling thunders; on every side the dark foliage of the shadowy forest waved in the silent majesty of nature. While yet in the prime of his power the lurid flames of war bore down upon the rocking Republic. He became a dauntless Union soldier in the adamantine epoch of rebellion, serving all through that iron conflict, from its dewey dawn until its crimson close. He lived a chilvaric life in that turbulent era of transition and fought with superb heroism on a score of gory fields. He had lived on his farm a few miles below Whitener for many years. The comrades of his earlier years had long since passed over the mystic river. Yet such is the course of nature that those who live long must outlive those they love and walk downward to the tomb alone and almost unknown. The sable curtain of death is drawn around his terrestrial existence.
The Springdale News
from Whitener, AR
March 16, 1900
Uncle Aaron Bell died Tuesday after a lingering illness of many months duration. His remains were interred Wednesday evening in the Keeney cemetery. The golden colored morning and radiant meridian of his romantic career were succeeded by a shadowy afternoon all dreary and hopeless. He was born in Arkansas during that wonderful period when the territory was in flower. Then this vast area now humming with enterprising civilization, was a sylvan wilderness; the darkened intellect of the roaming savage knew God but in the moaning winds and rolling thunders; on every side the dark foliage of the shadowy forest waved in the silent majesty of nature. While yet in the prime of his power the lurid flames of war bore down upon the rocking Republic. He became a dauntless Union soldier in the adamantine epoch of rebellion, serving all through that iron conflict, from its dewey dawn until its crimson close. He lived a chilvaric life in that turbulent era of transition and fought with superb heroism on a score of gory fields. He had lived on his farm a few miles below Whitener for many years. The comrades of his earlier years had long since passed over the mystic river. Yet such is the course of nature that those who live long must outlive those they love and walk downward to the tomb alone and almost unknown. The sable curtain of death is drawn around his terrestrial existence.
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