The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1895-06-26
A jolly Pic Mic Party From lebanon.

Last Saturday week, a gay party of this
place made pic MIC at the Iron Bridge
over Seneca River, in Oconee County. I'm
NOT going to say one word about churches
and religion, for I don't believe that our
crowd had enough of that most important
of all things to make it necessary to Dir 1t
in the newspaper, but we rejoice with those
who have. Suffice it to say here that our
natures have been sufficiently renewed to
make us enjoy not mans work alone, but
Gods also, and we were happy for the day.
T wss only an honorary member OF this
delightful party; but could you have seen
how ! enjoyed the cool lemonsde and
delicious dinner, you might have Thought
was an honorable member of the
Womsn's Rights Society, or of some other
great and popular organization Of the day.
But to-day claim no other right than to
view this bridge, which seems to be thing
of everlasting beauty and utility, and to
think of the skill and ingenuity of man.
We had no music; but as the vehicles
passed to and fro over this structure, the
sounds seemed more like music than the
mere rattle of iron. It was also our right
to view the back ground of this bridge
we mean those rugged old hills; covered
with grand old oaks with beltings Of dark
est foliage, while here and there purpling
shadows lie dense and close, almost to the
brink Of the waters that catch every gleam
of the sunlight pouring down from JOY.
GUS. universal heaven. The rush aad feel.
ing of the pure air seem to speak only OF all
this: while all about ere those cool, dark
hooks and corners either of store or thick
est green foliage. and relieved only by the
wild flowers 'Tis fitting place to pause:
Our minds fitted back to the long ago, and
we saw the Indian slipping along hunting
on this stream; but our unsophisticated
minds could copjure up nothing save their
growing corn, their camp fires burning,
and the musical namea Seneca" and
"Oconee." As we gazed at the peacefully
a3wine Seneca, we thought with the poet,
"Men may cone and men may 20,
But 90 on forever
Oh. no: she is never held in check for fear
of running dry. It seemed to US that if We
had been Rip Van Winkle we would have
lain us down here and slept twenty years.
Nothing seems to indicate any change, yet
all is variety; and now we hear the voice OF
gayety and laughter, now the whistle Of
the locomotive which brings to that pretty
little station at Cherry's Crossing two
beautiful girls from seneca. aud, in ride
OF few minutes, they join our merry pic
nio party Their arrival makes the JOY OF
some of the boys more than ecstatic.
You see signs of thrift and energy all
around here But, in spite of all that is
done to convert this region into specula-
tive country, there are very few places
where one can feel more entirely and un-
dvidedIy an humble worshipper OF nature.
Tt c0nfronts us In forms that defy man and
decay, and it is for Us to bshold and revere
In honest silence,
It is With reluctance that va leave this
charming spnt, and Well not soon forget
the pleasant faces and merry VOICES OF that
other pic mic party we met there, even
though strangers to us.
On our way home We went little out OF
our way to take III that famous institution,
Clemson College, where the noble boys OF
this grand old State are learning to walk
alone. The flowers there are so beautiful
and &c artistically arranged that we cannot.
no, we cannot, describe them. The vege-
tables were sight to feast the eyes OF the
passer-bY. The cheest! Well, it seems
they might eat cheese with everything
even with nut meg. we spent three or
four hours pleasantly on the campus. We
saw the boys on dress parade, and. while
here we had few pleasant moments with
Mrs. John Davis, Of hear Seuecs, ,ses Mary
Rowland, who was born end reared near
here In the house now occupied by Mr..
Bob Thcmpsou. This meeting brought
up pleasant recollection Of "Au'd Lang
Syne."
Now some more Of that good luncheon
and Lemonade, and we turn hoMeWardi
but we have not gone far until turn in
the road turns over one Of our buggies,
turns the dash board in, turns the wheel
out, and turns the horse loose in the road
We are glad to add that the occupants
were turned cut without scratch or
bruiss
Our college girls are resting at home,
having sweet thoughts of sugar and fruit
over hot stove.
Hamp Rochester, who has been attend.
ing school here. we left at the bridge on
his way home to spend vacation.
Prof Atkinson and his tf1cient assistant.
Miss Florence Smith, have left us, aud how
We miss them. MINNEnAIA.