Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-04-02

room lived man and his wife and six chill
dren, two of them nearly grown. The good
woman Of the house got us some supper by
the light of a torch, for she had no candle
She gave US coffee, corn bread and fried eggs
There was no sugar for the coffee, nor even
any teaspoons. We ate our frugal repast by
the uncertain light of the fire, and prepared
for bed. To 60 to bed in the presence of SIX
or eight people of both sexes was something
new in my experience, and was more than u.s.
ually active in the performance, lest the tickle
fire should suddenly blaze up and give more
light than the occasion demanded. After we
were tucked away in our little bed, the rest OF
the family retired, and silence reigned in the
cabin. In the morning, the good woman OF
the house gave US chicken for breakfast-a
dish esteemed luxury by the mountaineers.
We paid our bill, which was seventy five cents
each. The charges of these people are as
moderate as their accommodation are primi-
tive
a friend of mine had occasion, not long ago,
to travel through Scott county. Night over
took him in the woods and he pulled up be-
fore a cabin. A woman in homespun appear
ed, and my friend asked if he could stay all
night. "I'm poor lone widder," :said the
woman, "a livn' here with my daughters, and
if take in men what's travelin' through
the country, hit'll make right smart talk
among the neighbors." My friend had to
laugh at this, as it was about seven miles to
the nearest neighbor; besides, the night was
stormy and the road difficult, and he feared
to ride on. So the kind-hearted "widder"
took him in and gave him supper Of coffee
and corn bread. After supper, she pointed
out his bed, which was pile of straw in the
corner, held to its place by two boards set up
box fashion. Over the straw were some we'll
worn quilts. There being no pillow, my
friend sought to improvise one for the occa-
sion, by pushing the straw together under his
head.
"Young man." said the widow, as she sat
by the fireplace smoking, "what are you
doin'?"
"I'm arranging the straw little" he said.
"Hain't you got no headin'?"
"What did you say, marm?'
"Hain't you got no headin' p
"No pillow, you mean?"
Eyes, that's what axed yer?'
mo, marin, there is no pillow" answered
my friend.
"Sal," said the old woman, turning sudden
ly to her oldest daughter, "go and get the
man some headin'."
Sally disappeared out at the door, and in
moment returned with her petticoat rolled
up in bundle which she gave my friend for
"headin "-in other words, pillow.
During the war, Scott county was rather a
warm place for Southern man to live. At
the beginning, fully nineteen-twentieths of the
people took sides with the Federal cause and
remained steadfast to the end. No Southern
force could remain for any length of time in
the county, as they we're perpetually harrass-
ed by "bush-whackers." Since the war, the
people of this county have naturally hocked
into the Republican party, and no amount of
political oratory can get them out. Seymour,
I think, did not get vote in the county in
1868, and at the last election the Democratic
ticket only received seven votes in the whole
county The population of Scott county is
four thousand. They are all white but seven.
Our African fellow citizens do not find in the
high lands of Scott congenial climate. As
native expressed himself to me, "they like
it better down whar the steamboat landings
is"
After several days in the wilderness, l re-
turned to the railroad and to civilization, a
wiser and hungrier man. MEMO.