The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1880-07-15
WillialllStOn.

The usual quiet Of our little village WAS
disturbed last Tuesday by the arrival
of one Of the young lawyers from your
town. You know ours is such peaceful
community that the mere appearance. or
n LAWYER creates no little commotion.
Very few moments sutlced to inform the
town that precisely at o'clock p. M, the
case of J. j. Cooley against the Town
Council would be tried, Judge Pinson
presiding. 1t seems that the Council
refused to pay Mr.. Cooley for building
the foot bridge across tho creek, basiig
their refusal upon some grounds winch
need not necessarily be mentioned !;
suffice it to say that there ls a diversity
OF opinion as to who is IN the wrong.
The defendant having no Counsel, for
O reason which will hereafter be given,
suppose, Mr.. J. b. Rogers, the lntendant
of the Town, conducted and plead the
case himself We did not have the
pleasure of hearing the speech OF Mr..
Rogers, nor that OF Mr.. Breazeale, your
handsome young townsman, but Judging
from what we have been able to gather
from those who were present, Mr.. Rogers
elouuence disturbed the dry bones OF
Deh1osthenes, and entitled Williamson
to an honorable position among the
mothers of silver -tongued orators. MIR.
Breazeale's cool and deliberate manner
Of doing things made quite an impression
upon all parties present, and | am quito
sure that the citizens of Williamson
would he glad to have him visit the
town frequently, provided his appear
ance is not always oininous OF pending
lawsuit. The case resulted in mis-
trial; what the future may bring out OF
it is not known...Ono Of the ladies OF
our town is to write novel soon, which
will doubtless prove very interesting to
the readers of this section. 1t is to be
entitled, "Rambles under All Oat Pile"
suggested by an adventure of Mr.. c. E.
Horton Il few days ago. One OF the So
ges Of Williamson suggests that the
word ".ScrantJlcs' would be moro appro-
pirate, and no doubt you will agree with
him when you learn the nature OF the
case Mr.. Horton was sitting in his barn
window throwing oats to his rear as they
were pitched to him by his little eight
year old son from the wagon below.
Losing his balance by some means Mr..
Horton fell to the floor, and shook it
sufficient to bring down upon him the
entire stack of oats, which was by no
means small one. He scrambled earn
estly. but with one foot still hanging to
IU6 WllluOW llo oOOll 1OuAIA IA1hp oAA ShStc'
to extricate himself were useless. His
little son approaching the helpless condi-
ton of his father, to add to the novelty OF
the affair rolled off the wagon, and after
gathering himself up as quickly as possi-
Bile ran to the nearest store. Of course
all who heard the story OF the child ran
to assist the buried man. Soon q con-
siderable crowd had gathered, and while
some were specializing as to the best
means for the speedy resuscitation of their
unfortunate nelghbor, Tom Rogers and
Austin Clement grabbed him, as they say,
by the hind leg and dragged him out,
somewhat to their establishment, how
ever, as they expected only to be ableto get
one leg at time. He was neither
bruised nor scratched, but was the
worst frightened man that ever went to
bed under an oat pile. and was sweating
Ikea negro at a town election. Mr.. Hor
ton says he was like the Whig and Tory
man while under the oats, he was "all
sorts of man."