Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-07-20
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4 GOOD YEAR FOR OATS.

ready to give mp in despair and quit the busi-
ness of drumming. He is usually most vi
vacious and lively man, and can keep up in
spirits against great odds and in despite of
what would generally be considered the most
trying circumstances. But for once he was
overcome and lost his equilibrium. 1t came
about in this way:
As before stated, he went down on the &. q
G. r. X. on business, and at the station below
Hodges got off of the train and with sample
case in hand walked into the store of one OF
his customers and extending his hand, said
''Geod morning. How are you to-day ?"
''Three men in this neighborhood made
ten thousand bushels of oats this year!'' ex-
claimed the merchant.
swell that was certainly very fine yields"
replied the commercial traveller. SIS there
not something in my line that.I can take your
order for to-day?"
s'Without doubt, the oat crop has saved
this country from bankruptcy !" responded the
merchant with considerable emphasis.
1T certainly has been a great relief to the
farmers.' the traveller remarked, slightly
amused.
'.Oats are good for horses, COWS, chickens,
people-good for everything" said the mer-
chant, excitedly.
but what's the matter, my friend, did you
never make any oats in this section before -
inquired the traveller.
s'Oats, man, oats! ten thousands OF oats J"
exclaimed the merchant, pushing up his
sleeves and advancing towards the traveller,
who nervously picked up his sample case and
made for the door, concluding that it would
not be prudent to remain longer.
As he entered the store of another customer
he was greeted with, "COme in glad to see
you. One man in this neighborhood made
ten thousand bushels of oats, and in old Alb
beville county there has been overtive hundred
thousand bushels harvested. The country
is safe for another year," and he came down
with blow upon the travellers head with his
hand that almost felled him to the floor, knock
ed the cat off the counter with the yard stick
and kicked it out of the door, and turning to
the traveller again insisted that they ought to
take drink together.
mo, 1 thank you," replied the traveller,
with a puzzled air. II thought might be
able to sell to you some goods to-day"
'tNothing pays better than oats. The crop
in this county this year is worth at least three
hundred thousand dollars, and next year our
crop will be still bigger" remarked the mer-
chant, earnestly.
Ibid you never make any oats here before -
asked the traveller, exhibiting some annoy
ance.
Give hundred thousand bushels of oats
for old Abbeville county!'' shouted the mer-
chant, vehemently, and with kick he sent
his little dog bowling out of the door.
The traveller grabbed his sample case and
started for the hotel, and on the way met an
old colored woman, who carried on her head
tin bucket, and rs she asked, with smile,
Say boss, you want some nice, ripe oats ~
he shook as if seized with an ague, and only
when she corrected herself by saying, ''oh. no,
some blackberries - did he recover from the
shock.
"Anything, Aunty, but OATS" he promptly
responded, and hurried on to the hotel, at the
door of which he met the landlord, to whom
want to rest"
s'Say, Tom, here give this man some oats ~
shouted the landlord to 16-year old darkey.
Goats oats! What do you reckon want
with oats !' screamed the enraged traveller.
ssOh. no! I meant show him to a room.
Great heavens, the oats Ten thousand BUSH
els of oats made on one farm in old Abbeville
this year, stranger. The oats, the oats ~
''Oats oats! repeated the son of Ham as
he guided the exhausted man to his room.
''Great heavens, the OATS" sighed our trav-
eler as he stretched himself upon his bed for
repose.
In few moments Tom returned with
pitcher of fresh water, and remarked as ne
sat it on the stand, ''BOss, here's some
fresh oats fotch yer"
Goat? oats 20 What do l want with fresh
oats - stormed the traveller, springing to his
feet and letting fly boot jack at head of re-
retreating Tom.
Scarcely had his nerves become quiet when
the dinner bell rang. With misgivings as to
the propriety of the venture, he slowly made
his way down to the dining room and took
seat near the door. AS one after another came
into the room he could see plainly depicted in
every countenance the evidence OF a happy
heart within Men looked at each other and
smiled, and Just as our traveller began to con-
gratulate himself upon at last finding pleasant
company, in rushed Tom and enquired, BOSS,
have your oats fried or scrambled -
'sHave my oats fried or scrambled Great
spoons"
Five hundred thousand bushels of oats
made in old Abbeville county this year." ex-
claimed the landlord, as he walked in and took
his seat at the head of the table, while Tom
explained, "Oh, Boss, mean eggs"
''Give me my oats hard boiled and my eggs
raw, you skunk, if l must eat oats,' was the
confused answer Of the confused traveller.
And then the company, with an air OF self
satisfaction, proceeded to devour the contents
of the board, not neglecting to thoroughly
post the stranger in their gates as to the par
ticulars concerning the fine oat crop and the
traveller, in turn, becoming more and more
nervous as one after another would thrust the
information upon him.
But all eyes are turned toward the door as
the big fat cook makes her appearance, and
when she remarks, with broad smile, "Jlst
heard dat Mr.. Jones made four thousand bush
els Nv oats on ten acre Nv ground" the land
lord comes down with terrible blow upon
the table with his fist, sends the dishes rat
Ting to the floor, our traveller grabs up the
carving knife, backs up into one corner of the
room, while all the house becomes scene of
tumult. Our little man deies the town while
the excited Abbevillians shout, "Hurrah for
old Abbeville county. Oats, millions OF oats
and the country is safe for one more year.
And one by one they file out OF the room,
when in comes the good lady of the house,
charges the traveller with having broken her
dishes and threatens him with the police.
But he escapes to his room, gathers up his
duster and sample case, and as he walks QUITO
meet the up-train the last sound that breaks
upon his ear is the sweet voice OF sweet
maiden as shesweetly sings, Coming Through
the-Oats. ."-Anderson IntelliJencer.
A WITNESS WITH EARs.-In an assault and
battery case, before a Wayne county justice,
the other day, the prosecution introduced
blind man, who had to be led to the witness
box. SIS this legal trial or a farce:" de-
manded the lawyer for the defence, as he sprang
up. "This is a legal trial, ;" replied the other
lawyer. ''And you want a blind man sworn
to tell what he saw, do you 20 II don't claim
that saw the fight replied the Witness as
he turned around ''Then what do you know
about it ?n ''Well, sir, I'm going on the stand
m cyoar tO what heard I've been blind and