The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1878-07-04

BnI smokEs rnB PIps or PEAoE.

] continue to like farmin. I like it
better and. exsep that the wheat is
sumwhat doubtful about maxim a
crap. A little long bug with tail at
both eends has got in the joints and
sucked the sap out, and it's tallin
downin patches. Looks like there is
always sumthin preyin on sumthin,
and nuthin is safe from disaster in
this subloonary world. Flies and
bugs and rust prey on the green
wheat. WeevilS eat it up when it's
cut and put away. Rats eat the
corn--moles eat the gubbers-hawks
eat the chickens-the minks killed
three Of our young ducks in one
night cholera kills the hogs-and
the other night one of my nabors'
mules cum along with the blind
staggers and fell up a pair of seven
steps right into my front gate and
died without kickin. Then there is
briars and nettles and tread salts and
smart weed and pisen oak and Span
ish needles and cpckle burs and dog
fennel and snakes, that's always in
the way on a farm and must be lool1-
ed after keerfully, especially snakes,
which are my eternal horror, and I
shall always believe are sum kin to
the devil himself. I can't tolerate
such long insects. But we farmers
hav to take the bad with the good
and there is more good than bad with
me up to the present time.
My corn begins to look splendid.
These warm nights it grows while l
am asleep-just like the intrust on
them darn little just debts you owe
excuse me, Mr.. Editor, l don't know
for sertin that you owe any but it's
reasonable presumption, consider
in your bisness, and it's no disgrace
no bow. Most everybody owes em
from the United States of America
down to the umblest individuals, of
which last | am whom. I look upon
it as a charitable act to borrow from
a man who has surplus. / think
heap of Gov. James and Gen. Aus
tell, and all such, and it would greve
me to have their money get musty
and would rust and rot for lack of
borrowers. | sometimes take little
just to encourage EN-, for they are
human beings, and just as much en-,
titled to ivin as the best of us.
Mr.. Editor, it's great comfort
to me to Set in my piazzar these
pleasant evenings and look over the
farm, and smoke the pipe of peace,
and ruminate. Illuminate upon the
rise and fall of empires and parties
and presidents and preachers. I
think when man has passed the
Rubicon of life, and seen his share
of trouble, smokin is allowable, for it
kinder reconciles him to live on
while longer, and promotes philo--
sofc reflections. meyer know'd
highstempered man to be fond of it.
Old Aunt Patience told me she had
been smookin for SO years, and l
heard her advisin' Mrs. Arp to try
it awhile, for, sez she, "missus, it
makes body so quiet and peace
able" But my wife, you know, was
raised Methodist, and they are fer
nent it. Just like all other denomi-
nations, they make a close run on
cum things, and on others a little
loose in the socket. Pm now livin in
Methodist settlement, right under
the drippinsqof Dr.. Felton's chapel,
and they are a good people
around me, and I've been wonderin
how the doctor kept em all so strait
while he was so far away. It does
look like a pity 10 see his meetin
house closed every Sunday, and may.
be, when he comes home again, a
kind providence will conclude to let
him abide with his flock. But then,