The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-05-14
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4 VA n yot 4eS]ololo iOi VIZ eAeS'A"N
" 'fYils. Now, my fancy gains the su'
premacy..
The past returns-thc present flies"
can see the tall, wiry, square-set
form of John Adam Summer followed
by three spell-bound Cherokees bearing
his vegetable Gunter's chain, and often
by their natural, intuitive perception
correcting the alterations of his com
pass-the sun. They creep along
through the tangled forest. Look!
they seem to grow thirsty. Summer
stoops to dip up in the hollow Of his
palm some water from brook purling
at his feet. See! Wooly-dokky- doolah
las Summer pronounced his name) re-
specially puts aside his hand, with a
srunt of disapprobation, and points to
to large tree covered with vines, one
of which running along the trunk is
grasped by Kitchy-witchy-wakkee
(Summer never could pronounce any
language correctly but Germany who,
with the stateliness Of a lord of the
manor about to ring for refreshments,
gives quick and strong pull, and a
purple shower of muscadines comes
pattering down upon them. Tungy-
sukky-shuguree POSSIBLY the most &C
curately pronounced of alD instructs
the white man how to regale himself
with this refreshment of natu-e, by
sucking the delicious juice and splitting
away the pulp and the hulls. Summer
had never tasted fruit so delectable,
neither in Pennsylvania nor away over
in the Fatherland; and he would not
have known when to leave off, had not
the last muscadine on its way to his
eager mouth been gently struck from
between his thumb and fore-fnger by
Tungy-sukky-shuguree, who at the
same time muttered in gruff monosyl-
lables,, Enough is enough" Already
had these savage men enlightened
their civilized visitor regarding the
| delicious persimmon and the luscious
blackberry; and his satisfaction is now
so great, with his thirst so pleasantly
allayed, that he inquiries Of his wild
companions, if these native fruits ever
| fail in their yielding. The reply is,
"Never fail" They then tell, in their
sententious utterances, how one OF their
number once visited the country far
down in Orangeburg. White people were
there;-had been there, loug time.
| They cut down persimmon tree and
vine Of muscadine; and had dug away
the blackberry bush to make place for
peach tree, apple tree, pear tree, and
| plum tree. No go. Nature went on
the war-path against them, and de-
stroyed their fruits with the frost, the
hail, and the worm. Muscadine, black
berry, and persimmon, though, are
friends with the frost, the hail, and the
worm. They never break over the line
that marks off and separates their sea-
sons the one from the other.
Alas! may as we'll mention here as
anywhere else the sad result of a great
| mistake Summer made-the same that
Noah made when he came out from the
ark npon dry land. A year or more af-
ter tasting the musky sweetness Of the
muscadine, he expressed many gallons
of the juice, and let it ferment accord
ing to the principles of making wine.
with which he was familiar. Six
months afterwards, in the early spring,
the nalign spirit lurking in the saccha-
rine fluid had become disembodied,
and was ready to sting like an adder.
Tungy-sukky-shuguree, himself, was
the first victim, After drinking six
buffalo-horns of the new liquor, he be-
gan to hop and dance about on the
sward in very unseenly way. When
he was about to fill his seventh horn,
Summer saw the wrong he himself had
done, and pushed the savage away
from the rudely made clay vessel con-
tanning the liquor, saying to him persua-
sively, "Tungy- sukky-shuguree, stop!
enough is enoughw The savage made
a aigh leap, and brandishing. his long
unused scalping knife screamed above
the shrillness ola warwhoop, Enough
is not enough, but too much is enough!'
Summer was too brave. a man to quail
before this danger. He merely stood
aside, and ngy-sukky-shuguree after
drinking his tenth buftalo-horn sank
upon grassy bank,-tried to sing an
old-time Indian love song, but broke
down with an idiotic chuckle, and be-
slowing a warlike leer upon John
Adam Summer he fell upon the earth
in utter helplessness, just as the whip
poor-will began her lonesome song. It
is to be hoped that very few of the In
dams, living in those remote times
within the borders Of what is now
called Dutch Fork, Iell victims to
strong drink. Romantic as the concep-
tion may be considered, I cling to the
supposition that the contemporaries ol
John Adam Summer among the abo,
rigues Of Saxa Gotha were restrained
from any degrading conduct by the re-
spect they had for the message trans
mitted to them from the old chief in
Pennsylvania; and they had ali disap'
peared from that settlement before the
days when whiskey had begun tc