Sharp County record., 1896-09-11

fertile f us into ON inland sea.
While on the other side, some two
miles from tle river 'front.' the surface
of the Garth gradually arose, and for
q nm mil. wild a was q slo9irg ridge,
which then descended TO what would
have Ieen a vast plain, but for the iact
that here grew in al their grandeur
;h, vg',5w pines Of the Carolinas-
I5u .g- th7.r heads alcft, while their
eTesnh1r-hs lent beneath the pressure
Of rhe sea breeze, which comes moan
. ing. whispering through them, and the
words seem to come wailing from the
glu -rlercps:
look at our SCARED and hacked
s55s-we are y'el1iag mp cur life blood
year by year. lIiug1 and Caesar, Pom
I pey and Ben are hacking Us to death for
/ the turpentire, the ros;n and the pitch
/ that We contain-it is our blood, cur
life blood and when you have sapped
/ it all, our green boughs will wither-
YOU viii then level US TO the earth, and
saw rs into lumber at the nills-even
as all die, so die we to satisfy the never
ending wants Of man."
/ The Manor house at Crton was a fine
residence for the times; it stood on the
ridge some SEQ yards from the edge
Of the rice lands. Stretching away to
the right was a lotg row OF negro
cabins, while TO the left stood the barns,
stables, carriage houses and rice mill,
and over the ridge and on the bank OF
Qrton creek was the saWmill; this
same creek supplied the water with
which at certain seasons of the year
the rice fields were flooded.
Arrived at the house, a waiting negro
took the squire's horse, and he strobe
up on the piazza; at the door he was
met by his daughter, a beautiful girl,
with large black eyes. and an abundant
head Of hair, hanging in ringlets clear
to her shoulders. \
"0h, father; you did not obey my
orders"
Come here, child, and give your old
father kiss; Lloyd and Herbert and
Fannie will Je down on the Sunshine
Sunday; now tell me, child, which will
you be the most pleased to see? my
friend, John Lloyd, the coy Fannie, or
Nephew Herbert? All, child, you are
a young lady now, and young ladies
/ catch beaUN, and beauX catch wives
All, Clara"
"Well, father, III never set my net to
catch Herbert Lathrop for beau, and
lie need never set his to catch me for
wife, for he is a young man not
! only dislike but fear; Nj. Lloyd is 50
different. I like him well, and Fannie,
she's a treasure. Do you know, papa,
! think our Clarence is in love with
Fannie"
80, so. Well then, if Fannie be in love
with him, | am well pleased. John
| Loyd's dCllars and these broad acres
would 90 we'll together; but l would
have my daughter make brilliant
match. Remember the lands and slaves
of the Hills, with few exceptions, all
20 TO the eldest son. Itis following the
English custom Of our ancestors; true,
we generally find an odd penny to dow
er our daughters with, and the young
est son we make man of letters, =
preacher, or doctor, or put him in the
army. Tom chose the army, and viii,
l th.nk, in time, do credit to it--but
you, my daughter, must marry man Of
wealthy
"Abncr," said Mrs. Hill, who had
joined them, don't be putting mar
riage into my daughters head can
not consent to losing her for many
years to come
Nor shall you, MOTHER" said Clara.
"And as for DOVER" said Sophia lIill,
"lcayc your last penny to your boys,
I've money enough and land enough
to dover Clara Hill"
"Why, wife, SO you have - but
wcalths thing a person can't have
too much Of"
"Tll not have my daughter wed a
moncy-bag that She does not love and
live life Of torture. Let her marry q
man, when she does wed, and I'll pro-
vide the dover to set them bothaloatin
life"
"Wcll said, my wife"
Don't be afraid, mother, dear. You
win not get rid Of me for many days to
come"
"Any mail to-day, Abncr?'
"Ycs, a letter from Tom"
"Why do you say Tom when Thomas
is his name? Tom is the name of q
negro or cat, III not have my boy
called Tom, But what said he, Abner?'
"T-h-o-m-a.s is we'll, and will be homo
the first Of June on three months leave.
But here's the letter, wife,"
"Thcrc's John Corbctt on the lawn.
I'm bound he wants something, Whore
is ClOrcncc|
"lic said 1t was n good day for Gsh to
bite and he took his gun and rod and
went of toward the creek with Uncle
Jobc."
Squire Hill passed out on the lawn
where the oycrsccr was standing,
"Wcll, Corbctt, anything omiss?"
mo, squire, not much but Uncle
lobe's drowned"
WHAT MOI aud nothing omiss? /
should say there was. Jobc win be
missed sure. Not for plantation work.