The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1899-11-24
in the Country.

around the country with the Treas
urer. 1t was my intention to havo
gone with Mr., Bartles in the begin
ming Of his rounds first week but /
found it was impossible to get off,
and therefore missed going to some
Of the points he visited and was de-
prived the pleasure of meeting our
citizens and subscribers at those
to visit, however, one must console
ones self with the reflection that one
cannot have all the pleasure he de-
sires, and that half loaf is better
than no bread; so I did not let the
loss Of the contemplated trip Of the
previous week interfere with my
hearty enjoyment Of the trip in hand.
4 Bright and early Monday morning
we made the start for our first desti-
nation, Adamsburg, not however,
until we had exchanged the Treas
urer's buggy for one furnished by
friend. The Treasurer and myself
being heavy weights(?) he had serious
doubts Of his buggy being equal to
the occasion, hence the borrowed
buggy, but we had not gone half
mile from town when we were surely
! tempted to talk Sunday School words
at that buggy, and predictions Of its
collapse were coming thick and fast.
and we almost held our breath in our
| suspense, dreading the awful moment
! that seemed so near. In the first
| place when Mr.. B. got in my side
| few up, as il l had been feather
weight and felt like borrowing half
~ ,1, - l1i
down. was very forcibly reminded
| Of the little boy on the high end of a
see-saw plank, and I was forced to
hold on for dear life to avoid being
spille1 over into Mr.. BIS lap or
over into the road. Oh, how we did
wish we had risked the other buggy.
We had just begun to rise the hill at
Crosby's, one mile from town, when
the left shaft jumped loose from the
vehicle and threw the horse one way
and the buggy the other, the horse
made for a ditch on the roadside
We got him stopped and started
regular'1ndian trail backwards hunt
ing for that mischievous bolt. In
quarter mile hunt we failed to find it,
and in desperation Mr.. B. cut down
a bush, made a peg and drove in
the place for the bolt aud we went
timidly on for mile or so, ready to
eight out" every time we decended
hill. 1t held firmly as grim death,
our courage arose and we went mer-
rily along, the substitute answering
for y bolt remained in place during
the whole trip, and barring the ex-
tremely awkward sitting position to
keep in the buggy we got around all
right.
We arrived at Adamsburg about 10
o'clock and found Mr. F. NJ. Adams
busily ginning cotton. There seemed
to be no one on the anxious bunch
awaiting our arrival. The Treasurer
was soon established in the front room
Of Mr.. Adams dwelling, his books
and boxes, pen and ink in place and
he settled 6ims9If to await the victims 7
whom he might devour. While the
writer got on the outside and began
nosing around.
Adamsburg is pretty place it is a
high point, we'll drained and surround
ed by apparently very fertile land.
Mr.. Adams runs fine saw mill, grist |
mill and -four mill at this place and
he has a splendid farm and is we'll fixed |
and a good liver. There is no idle
ness in that home every one OF the |
family has duty to perform, every |
one seems to thoroughly understand
the business in hand and everything
runs smoothly, and the result is an
industrious, cheerful happy and con-
tented family, and the ladies on the
inside keep the duties Of the house
hold in line as smoothly as the men
folks on the outside do theirs. When
the dinner hour arrived we were in
vited in to table we'll laden with a
variety of good things to eat prepared
by that modle lfousekeeper, Mrs,
Adams and her handsome daughter.
These ladies certainly know how to
prepare tempting repast. Mr.. Ad-
ans says there Is one thing needed
there and that is n store, he says 1T Is
san excellent location for one and we
agree with him, as there is no store
in several miles Of the place. Here is
good opening for some one who
wishes to start q profitable mercan-
tile business in the country, and no
prettier place could be found than
Adamsburg. The I.ockhart road will
run right near his house. The grad
ing is In progress now, and station
will be made at Adamsburg. Mr..
Adams says he thinks the cotton
crop in that section is between 4 and
short, judging from the appearance
| Of the crop and the numbers Of bales
he has ginned.
We left Adamsburg in time to
reach Lockhart's by sundown. We
found that the grading work is as far
down as half mile OF Calvert store,
and learn that ten miles are ready
| So~ &hn ornoo fioo and that oavarol