The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1853-09-14
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For THE LEDGER.
BELAIR, September 7th, 1853.

Mr.. EDIToR,-Being at loss for some
thing to do, by which to while away the eve
ming, have concluded to write down my
observations, thoughts, and speculasions, and
give them to you, to deal with as to you
seemeth best
Have you ever seen Belair! No. then
you should not rest satisfied until you have.
tits considerable place, considerin'. There
are no fewer than nine families living in the
village. There are many more in the vicini-
ty. Two store ), no Court House, but OBJ
served one Jail. Ia said jail are several indi-
viduals committed on charge of Burglary:
and burglary in the Belair code of laws
means, breaking and entering an enclosure
in The night, or day time, 'oah intent TO eat
corn and root up potatoes. 1t is thought by
those, best acquainted with the facts, that
these individuals will s,oing. Except the
case Of burglary above mentioned, have
heard of no crime about the village and,
indeed, | may safely say, that there is none,
for the people are sober ard industrious, and
attend ckic1y to their own business. When
that is the case YOU will find but little crime
iii community. The citizens of the village
and vicinity, are kind and hUspitable TO visi-
tors and str,ngcrs-cach and every of them
strive to make themselves and homes agrcca-
bic; and company, whether strangers or ac-
quaintanccs, comfortable. They arc friendly
with each Other, and with the world and are
| nj 10 y,.itk gbS of
kind" Their chief amuscments consist in
hunting for deer, that they never find, and
shaking with the aguc.
Some few days since, had an opportuni-
of seeing the "Watcr Telegraph" in opera
ton. Our mutual friend, Mr.. Bella Sizcr has
one on his premises, by which he can send
a bucket about two hundred yards and Ering
it back filled with water in less than two min
utes. avalcd myself Of the chance, to
drink water brought by Telegraph. 1t was
taken the old way-HraIio,rimg H.
Speaking of tclcgraphs reminds me that
came up here by McEwin's Express, and in
future, good Lard dciircr ne. His contract
requires him TO have on the road, two horse
hacks; aud knowing this, | armed myself
pecting comfortable ride in one corner
Of the Hack, looking over the pages of
the aforesaid Blackwood. But alas, " rs
sadly disappointed. The Hack having
heard probably of the tricks of Mr.. Pro-
tens n famous old gentleman, who flourish
cd upwards Of several years ago-had con-
vcrted itself into an open, toplcss buggy. In
it we plodded on from sunrise until half past
twelve o'clock, parched beneath n tropical
sun--no, not tropical sun, but it was very
hot. The mail bags, bundles and hanoaoe,
and umoEg which put my cxtremi;ics, az
comfort and safety would indicate. But my
white unmcntionablcs! nothing could save
them-they ,rere a sight They were made
of fine material, and looked well, but the
days of their glory are numbered-thcy will
never "sec company" again. 1t is late, and
bid you good night.
SEPr. 9TH.--" Home ngain." There's
music in the word" but it afforded me but
little fun TO get home, assure you. ar
rived last night, per said Express" We
made the trip from Belair-20 mies-in the
unprecedented short time of eight hours,
without accident. The roads were muddy
and the poor, miserable, broke down, sore
neckcd horses could not come any sooner
They did their best, and the driver, whom
found polite and attentive, did his best, but
it avaiIed not 10 make speedicr trip. With
good horses, we would have come easily in
half the time. am informed Mr.. Melvin has
good horses. He is then without excuse,
for the cruelty, Ito say nothing of the deccp-
ton praciiscd upon traveilers,) he is guilty of,
in working such horses Ms are on his line
between Lancaster and Belair.
The trip down, however, was not devoid
Of fun altogether One of the horses is
little chap, but "aH game" He has more
confidence in hi. heels than my horse have
ever met with, and il not slow to use them
when he feels himself insulted, rs can tes-
tify.
Once yesterday afternoon he Shop'd signs
Of kicking, and tho driver, thought to scold
him out Of it. But this time didn't oven
scold, for just rs be opened his mouth to let
out the "scoid," the little horse let fly with
his heels. and drove back said "scoLd" with
about two pounds of Waxhaw mud, | was
bespattered too, but was not disposed to
grumble when ! saw the main body of the
discharge mako lis way into the drivers
mouth. Yours,
! CARLOS.