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PART III
We are going to respond to the
kindly Invitation of our neighbor to-
day, so ten O'Clock A. NJ. finds us wend-
ing our way alongside cotton fields,
through shadowy woodland paths and
over meadows threaded by little crys-
creeks which we cross on stepping
stones, until we at length arrive at the
farmhouse, picturesque with its
porches and outside chimneys, and find
royal welcome awaiting us. We are
invited into a large front room to re-
move our hats and then out upon side
porch to partake of delicious melons.
as the breeze through the chestnut
grove near by fans our heated fore
heads.
The hall extends through the center
OF the house according to style which
has been the prevailing one here for
many generations and several large
rooms open into it from either side, in
each OF which there is at least one
snowy bed and the floors are secured to
ivory whiteness. The back door opens
upon the porch previously mentioned
and this extends by the kitchen to the
pantry beyond. Nearly every room
boasts OF an open Fireplace kept spot
less with frequent white-washing and
the clocks upon the mantels proclaim
the ''sun time" rather than the stand
ard adopted by the railroads.
Preparations for the noondav meal
go on apace and ere long we are sum
moned to the table weighted with a
bounteous repast. Chicken fried to a
delicious brown and chickenpie with
dumping done to a turn, potatoes.
Irish and sweet, light bread ;:sWarm bis
cults and the national ''hoe-cake, ncorn
In roasting ears" and corn cooked in
cream, tomato sauce, muskmelon sliced
and eaten as vegetable, and a dessert
OF cake and preserves with coffee and
the generous, piled up pie so universal
here. One OF the younger members of
the family stands guard over the table
brushing away the flies with long fan
made OF fringed paper attached to a
stick, and we do ample Justice to the
meal SO generously prepared and so
Hospitality served.
After dinner. we readiourn to the
porch and are regaled with walnuts.
hickory nuts and peanuts, while the
good old grandma looks regretfully
across the cleanly-swept yard to the
Old log house where she has ssdone had
a heap Of good times and entertains
US with tales of her life there ssbefo'
the wa'' She tells US, too, of the time
when the railroad was built and how
the people came from far and near and
assembled at the high trussel' about
mile away to see the cars pass for the
first time. And the dear old soul
laughs till the tears come as she re-
calls the way in which they all turned
and fled, tumbling over each other
pell-mell in their haste and terror
when the engine ''tooted.''
One of the daughters accompanied
us to the trestle in the course of the
afternoon, or evening as is the cor.
rect appellation here, and we find it
well worthy of note, fully ninety feet
In height and spanning beautiful ra.
vine in the depth of which flows the
Appalachee river. Two immense
stone columns support the center and
about these vines have climbed and in
tertwined contributing with their deli
cate tracery to the wild beauty of the
spot. We follow the path to the bot
tom of the ravine and discover that the
heavy rains of few weeks past has
taken away the bridge, but two 0,
three logs bristling with nails are lef
and over these with some trembling
and a good. deal of laughter we a.
length pass in safety. The current i.
not deep but it is wet and a fall would
involve the loss of the precious films
slowed away in our kodak from which
we hope to develop some fruits of oul
journey by and by. A picturesque ole
mills just beyond and the miller and hi.
helpers assembled without for s'sna1
shot" at our request. We refresh our
selves with a draught from the clear
cool spring close by and then return a.
we came across the cotton fields where
the bud, the creamy blossom and the
bursting bolls like snowballs showing
through the vivid green, are all to be
seen at this season.
The vine-draped viranda at the
front is the shaded one now and we
rest here and listen to quaintly-tole
"reminiscences Of by-gone days until the
setting sun reminds us that we shonlf