Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1901-05-22

Cicero Caesar Snlpe had infested
the community for a long, long
time; so long, in fact, that even the
oldest inhabitant was ignorant Of
whence and when he came. Caesars
worthy fellow citizens had therefore
subject of endless discussion.
Unnumbcrcd goods boxes were
whitfield away and the juice Of many
twists Of "home- made" frescocd the
post-officc, results of surplus energy
expended in the vain cndeavor to
solve the mystery. Finally the bright
young man-inevitablc adjunct of
every community succeeded in SO
doing. Nicodemus Squills, Esq, a
student of the law, was asked for
his opinion. Nicodemus squinted
one eye knowingly, passed his hand
over his brow with an air Of deep
meditation, and announced that in
his judgment Snipe had been there
"since time whereof the memory
of man runneth not to the contrary"
Every rural community has its odd
character, and in this respect the one
which gloried in Crsars citizenship
was without rival. AS a picture of
dilapidation, aggressive uglincss and
complete wor,hlessness Caesar was
perfection. skinny, bony, unshavcn
and unshorn red. headed, milk eyed,
faded straw whiskers; big red hands,
bigger feet and shamblng gait; such
in brief was Mr.. Cicero Caesar Snipc,
SO far as he could be described
But however remarkable may have
been the personal appearance Of this
worthy citizen, that was the least
among his several claims to distinc-
ton. lie could cat-crcdulity would
be severely strained if | should say
how much. Whenever at log-roll-
ings and other bucolic festivities
good cheer was being dispensed,
there was always present one unin-
yited guest. He seemed to "scent
the battle from affair."" and when the
work was done, when only the eat
ing was yet to do, Caesar was always
there to claim his own.
Once Mrs. Biggers gavca "quiltin',"
and supper afterwards. AS platcful
after plateful Of her choicest cook
ing disappeared somewhere among
C;csar's whiskcrs, she exclaimed
"Laws. a-massy, Jest dew looky
thar at thet pore onncry crcctur.
Ef them big feet ov his'n haint hol-
Ter, whar is all ov them thar yittcs
a-gwine tew?"
Snpe was always telling some
wonderful tale; but the only one
which he always told consistently
and without change was that during
his boyhood, the spirit of an old
Indian chief had appeared to him
and said that he should some day
find great treasure in a manner
that he would least expect, because
of kindness rendered by one of his
ancestors to the chiefs tribe, and
that he should live long and happily
thereafter. Upon all occasions Caesar
told this and other yarns equally as
improbable, and passed days and
gears awaiting the buried gold.
Bat IL common With most OF Inc
sons of men Caesar was destined to
experience the joys and sorrows of
love. No degree Of uglincss is proof
against Curid's darts, and at the
throne of this little god our hero
also bowed down.
Great, therefore, was the hiarity
OF the people round about when it
became known that Caesar was smit
ten with the charms OF Miss Sapho
Serena Suggs, only child Of Col.
oam SugSs, lately a resident of a
considerable Georgia town. The
colonel, sclf.stylcd aristocrat, was
really of good family, but in reduced
circumstances owing to too 6 cat an
affinity for horse racing and the
flowing bowl. lie was none the
less proud, however, and patroniz.
ingly referred to those around him
az "ouT poorer classes" lie consd