The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-12-04

ton. There are three veins IN this neigh
borhood which are argenhferous, viz:
Harris lode" the Keltoa vein and the
Harrington vein; in addition to which is a
ledge of white marble, and near by, on
DR.. Hams land, is dyke of porphyry; ;
associated with it you find vein of
magnetic iron and manganese.
In the last number of the Monroe,
(Ga.) Advertiser, DR.. A. G. Rogers pays
the following tribute to one of his former
slaves: Aunt Clara Rogers, one of the
best and most unexceptional colored
women the writer ever knew, died last
week. She was q faithful and true ser
want in slavery, obedient, honest confd-
ing and loving: true to her master and
mistress, and kind nurse. There was
not one of the children that did not love
her. She nursed them all; cared for them,
and called them her children; and woe to
the darkcy that dared to offend one of
them. After freedom she was the same
kind and faithful friend and servant,
living with her former mistress most of
the time, and loving her and her children
sis III odyo VI yoac- NoIliiilS oAioeSu
among them all but the kindest words
and feelings. When her mistress sicken-
cfl and died, she sat by her bedside to
Wit on her and see the last breath de-
part, and then she wept with the chill
dren and lamented her death as one of
them. Her disease was the fatal and
tormenting cancer, which she bore with
icalmness, fortitude and resignation. She
aid all her trust was in God, and exhort-
ed her husband, kindred and friends to
meet her in heaven. For two days before
she died, she refused to take any more
morphine to alleviate her sufferings,
which were very great, saying she wished
to die in her senses, which she did,
Speaking kindly and lovingly to all pre-
sent, and offering her hand to husband
and Others when she could no longer
speak. The household she so much loved
now weep for Amt Clara, and hope to
meet her again on the other side Of the
dark river. Farewell departed kind one,
we believe your robe there will be
shining white.
Mr.. L. J. Dupree, editor of the Austin,
(Texas) Statesman, thus writes Of a
Georgia town: The Augusta Georgia
Newssays "the third crop of figsin Ogle-
thorpe county is nearly ripe, and there
has not been fight or quarrel in Lexing-
ton since last spring." 1t was of this
ancient village that Bob Toombs said
forty years ago that it was FINISHED and
fenced in fifty years" before his time.
The assertion has been applied to other
fossilized towns but owes paternity to
Bob Toombs. But Lexington is his
torical spot. Little, lifeless rose-embow-
ered, its shining white cottages and resi-
dences going to decay, its store houses
empty, and courthouse dilapidated
rookery-hapless as its fortunes may be,
and deserted it's bar room, where the
News says there "has not been q fight
since last spring." Lexington is still a
fascinating spot-for an archeologist.
The voice of Wm. II. Crawford was once
familiar on its streets as was his gigantic
form. He sat, in his old age, on the
bench. His old home is hard by, and
that of Joseph Henry Lumpkin and of
George R. Gilmer and of the builder of
the great public hall of Athens. These
old homes of worth and greatness still
constitute monuments to the ancient
glory of Lexington. Then Tom and
Howell Cobb and Bob Toombs and Bill
Dougherty and Jack Greer and Alexan-
der Fl. Stephens, were boys, lettering idly
about the village green of Lexington.
No wonder the "third crop of figs this
season ripens in Lexington" Figs have
less to do there than in any spot of 81
lence, white sand, and sunlight and soli-
tude on Gods foot stool.