The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-05-09
Squire Fexel Zoe, Willing.

commercial centre. AA.
Squire Fewel Goes Visiting.
Well, Messrs. Editors, have made an
other very pleasant trip TO Honea Path
Leaving home on Thursday morning,
having the most lovely spring weather
that heart could wish, I proceeded on my
route by way of Williamson, Stanton
vile and Calhoun, the two latter being,
as you know, two Of the Oldest of our
couDty's historic villages. One Of our
most esteemed fellow citizens, who passed
away but few years ago, used TO do a
mercantile business at Stantonville
before the warm fact, before the G. d g.
r. r. was built, after. which he removed
to Bolton, and continued in business
there until hs retired since the war to his
farm to enjoy the fruits of well.spenL
business life-I mean Mr.. j. Berry Lewis.
At Stantonville there used to be big
day every three months, 1t being the
custom in that day for the State militia
to meet and drill or "muster" every
three months, in addition to the battal-
ion and general muster" which took
place once every year. On these occa-
sions all Of the men who were "liable"
for military duty, between the ages Of 18
and As years, assembled ut these muster
grounds as we'll as large number OF
spectators, and with the free whiskey, or
rather cheap whiskey, being plentiful, 1t
was NO trouble to have half q dozen
and bruises was all the damage done.
There was no shooting or cutting then
like we have now. It was in those days
that Mr.. Lewis did very, successful
business at StantonYille. at Calhoun
Messrs. Daniel d j. F. Mattison did 8
good business In merchandising for q
number of years. This was, also, the
site of one Of the foremost academies In
the up. country at one time, it being the
school in which Ex-Gov. Joseph E..
Brown commenced his education, which
perhaps made him what ne is-one of the
most brilliant as well as one of the most
successful men of the South. There Is
another place forgot to mention, and
that is old Greensboro, but don't sup
pose many Of the citizens around there
know where greensboro Is. It used to
be Post Office and Halbert Acker, Esq.,,
was Postmaster.
Arriving at the Massey old mill, as we
used to call 1t, on Broadmouth Creek, I
had good dinner and few hours very
pleasantly with Mr.. D. A. Greer and fami-
ly. Mr.. Joe Cox-'big Joe" we always
call him-came over while we were
there. was, as always am, glad to
meet an old schoolmate: Joe and I
went to school together to Mr.. Hugh
before me. Joe, like ourself, Is, as we
think, on tho right side, and IL, therefore,
what Some people term an anti, but how
man can Be an anti has always been 8
puzzle to me. Drying on to Honea Path
we overlook one OF our old neighbors,
Mr.. j. P. Payne, who moved to Honea
Path few years ago for the benefit of
the very excellent school that Honea
Path people are justly proud of. Mr.. P.
says he Is coming back home next fall.
He Is like we are-he thinks This the
garden spot of the world.
After meeting some old acquaintances
at Honea Path, we drove over to Mr..
George Greer's residence, in the western
surbnrbs of the city, and spent the night
very pleasantly with him and his inter-
estlng family. George and I took a
stroll over our grapdfather's old home
stead and to the old spring-the same old
spring that he used over century ago.
While looking on the old spring re-
marked to George that I wondered where
the water was now that was flowing from
that spring when grandfather first saw
it? It is certainly somewhere, and Ia
water yet, but where Is It? It may be In
Ireland, or 1t may be Ia Africa, or 1t may
be here in America-that Is question
that can not be answered by mortal man.
Another thing occurred to me on seeing
lizard running up troe near some Of
nv old Fairgrounds, and that was, is that
4 n nf
yards of forty years ago-of some of those
I used to pursue with evil intent, with
malice aforethought, as Bill Arp says?
It NAV be some Of the same ones. Who
knows? Who knows how long Lizards
liver and do they always stay in the
same locality?
Bidding Mr.. Greer and family goodbye
I turn my face homeward toward the
place love-driving up the celebrated
old Honea Honey road I pass the place
about mile or 80 above Honea Path
where negro was killed by lightning
when I was a boy. He belonged to
Obediah Shirley and was named Toney.
AS we'll as remember 1t was on the
fourth Saturday in April, and he was
sent out in the Grange" TO look up the
sheep. Seeing thunder shower coming,
he stopped by q large oak tree for shelter.
The tree being struck by lightning, he
was killed. Not more than fifty yards
from the same spot where Toney was
killed man froze to death on cold
Saturday night, few years after, whose
name I don't remember. Driving
little further on came to the residence
Of our old friend and neighbor, Mr..
without stopping awhile, for he and his
good wife were very kind to me when /
"hired about" for alivlyhood. Kindness
goes long ways in helping US to re-
member those we worked for when we
had no home Of our own, and these good
people are very pleasantly remembered
BY me, fer never think Of them without
calling to memory how very kind they
treated me as hired boy.
We could not very we'll pass the place
of our birth without stopping and getting
a good drink Of water. So we spent
few minutes very pleasantly with Mrs.
Clement and her daughter and son-in-
law, Mr.. Charley Ragsdale, and wife.
On our way still further we meet some
more of the boys who were boys when
we were boys, one OF whom was Mr..
Holbert Cobb. He is farming and was
planting corn by my formula, except he
planted in the water furrow instead Of on
the bed, which don't make much differ
ence, 80 long as he will put plenty
manure and will cultivate well. We also
saw Farmers Boy" and think his name
is very appropriate, for If his father is NOT
a farmer, he himself will make one If he
continues to walk between the plow han
dies as he was doing whom we saw him.
Our next stop was at the hospitable
home of Mr.. B. 81. Greer, on the old trail
road, which was once an old Indian trail
leading from the Saluda to the Savannah
River. Here we meet some more old
schoolmates, Mrs. Greer being one Of
them, and Harvey Cummings. After
spending few hours very pleasantly
here and parlaking Of q good old-fashion-
ed and enjoyable dinner, we have to
move on to Bolton and stop just a minute
with our old friend Jack Stringer, for
you know we can't pass Jack without
stopping to shake bis hand, We found
him, as usual, In good spirits and jovial
as ever. We met several others Of our
old friends here. Among them were
Enoch Rice, Jas. w. Poore, Hob Griffin
(Hob and me were boys together In the
army Dock Green and Alb. Cox, and
several others too tedious to mention,
My friend, Mr.. Stringer, wants mo to
explain more fully than Mr.. Williams,
of the Greenville News, has done, what a
"Squedunk" 10. This shows what advan-
tages we common country-raised people
have over our neighbor educated-town-
folks. We country people never called
them "Squedunks, ;" nor did we make
them out Of "old tomato or oyster cans"