The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1890-05-22
Pieture Of Life in South EloriSn.

A we'll known South Carolinian, now
living near Sanford, Fla, has recently
written letter to niece in Anderson,
from which wo are permitted to make
the following extract:
During the last two years I have
gone through the whole category Of hu-
man ills. and now have settled into a
desperate case of regular graveyard
chronic dyspepsia-ca eat as much in
bulk az n house-Ay without feeling after
wards like had just returned from the
funeral of my last relative and the sher-
if was waiting to sell me out. But
can't describe it, and will step trying.
"Weli, we have been in South Florida
over five years, now, and it takes this
length of time to sum up al of its dis
advantages and disappointments and
special devilment 1t reminds me of DIR.
Pearce's patient in the Duck Ponds
gets no better fast When you think
you know it all, and have stood about all
you can stand, just wait another year
and she will give you series Of calami-
ties, catastrophes and disappointments
that stun and stupefy you SO that you
are unable to complain, and feel ashamed
that you ever complained previously.
AS have not the time nor health to
write IN encyclopedia, l will not attempt
TO rehcarsc the various conglomerations
OF unadultorated dcvilmcnt that "uses"
around this country, such as untimely
frosts, unexpected freezes, pestiferous
insects, cut worms, cut throats, land
sharks of the railroad type, commission
type, and every other type, typefying
the eminent qualities of his Satanic mai
esty; and the climatc-3GO days eQuato-
rial sun to stew out the juices and fry
out the fat, and about five days per an
mum of tho frigid zono to freeze the re-
naming attenuated 'cracklin."
"No nrcvorcnce meant when I give
yOu II little paraphrnse on the 18TH
Psalm, which i got off the other day:
"By the mosquito pools of Florida, there
we sat down, yea we wept, when we re-
membercd Carolina. We hanged our
wOrn-out duds on the saw palmettoes in
the scrubby pines, and there the same
sad fate that carried us away captive re-
quireQ of us labor, saying, Sing us the
song of harvest. How can we sing tho
song OF harvest i'll barren land2 The
worms bavc eaten the cabbage, the black
birds have gone away with the rice, tue
railroads and commission merchants have
taken the residue Of fruit and vegetables.
If forget thee, O Carolina let my right
hand forget to hoe the cotton; if | re-
member the NOT, let my tongue cleavo to
tho roof 5ef my mouth with half-done
Florida tRh,y.'
owe have not had good rain since
last August. This spring [ lost crop
OF bananas, two crops of cabbage, two
crops of Irish potatoes, have had water
melons and cantaloupes killed twice, and
now the cut worms have killed third
planting Of melons. am still planting
and watering melons, as this is the last
chance for this year, as no other vcgeta-
blcs will stand the hot sun of June and
July. So 1 am like The Florida cracker
digging for the gopher, when told that
he could not get him, exclaimed, Got to
get him! We've got no meat for dinner
81 think l am now loaded with all the
experience and knowledge necessary to
succeed as tirst-class up-country agri-
cuiturist, and if we can possibly get to-
Sether money sufficient to pay cur rail
road fare you may look for us, and you
Will have to look close to sec us, which
IS rendered less difficult by the fact that
we arc highly colorcd with yellow tan.
Just now | resemble grunt, Henry n
symptom. and Matte q mere suspicion.
l haYo often heard of a fellow getting
too big for his breetches, but have got
too small for my skin. "-Jomnal