The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-05-14
1865.

been able to find in any chronicle
consulted the limits fixed for curbin
the greed OF first settlers. From tn
remembered fact that Ebting AM
Piester soon Joined the solitary pionee
and bought farms from him; it is evi
dent that John Adam Summer, at hi
very first grab, took more land than b
needed. That his heart yielded NOR
and more readily to the coaXing o
covetousness, appears in his wonderful
sagacity for locating mill-seats. II
every infant community the first grea
and common necessity must reside il
the absence of mills. At least, this va
the case before the steam-engine eve,
whistled to attratct the attention o
progress. AS, therefore, addition aftel
addition IVES rapidly made to hi:
young colony, Summer went fortl
upon all the water courses to spy out
the points most feasible for the erection
of mills. Now, my fancy gains the su'
prenacy.
The past returns-the present flies"
I can see the tall, wiry, square-set
form of John Adam Summer followed
by three spelI-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 a brook purling
at his feet. See! Wooly-dokky- doolah
(as Summer pronounced bis name) re-
spectfully puts aside his hand, with a
grunt Of disapprobation, and points to
to large tree covered with vines, one
of which running along the trunk is
grasped by kitchywitchy-wakkee
(Summer never could pronounce any
language correctly but German) who,
with the statcliness of 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 ac-
curately pronounced of alD instructs
the white man bow to regale himself
with this refreshment Of nature. 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 Eatherland; and he would not
have known when to leave of, 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 gruf 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 bis thirst so pleasantly
allayed. that he inquiries Of his wild
companions, if these native fruits ever
fail in their yielding. The reply is,
tNever 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, long 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 60. 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 upon 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 malign 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
buffaio-horns of the new liquor, he be-
gan to hop and dance about on the
sward in very unseenlly 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, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS, stop!
enough is senough" The savage made
a high leap, and brandishing his long
unused scalping knife screamed above
the shrillness ola war-whoop, Enough
is not enough, but too much is enoughw
Summer was too brave man to quail
before this danger. He merely stood
aside, and Tungy-sukky-shuguree after
drinking his tenth buffalo-horn sank
upon grassy bank,-tried to sing an
old-time Indian love song, but broke
down with an idiotic chuckle, and be.
a warlike leer upon John
Adam Summer he fell upon the earth
l. II, ~.