The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1902-01-02
Barlow Man Tells Of Some of His
Earliest ReColleotions.
REMEMBERS NOTED SHOWER OF STARS
Describes III Trip From, Savannah to
Boston When There Was Not a
Railroad In the Country.

day-nor indeed, did they fit his own
day with any distinct lines OF demar.
cation between them. They glide into
each other and 1t is hard to tell where
the one quits and the other begins.
We have infants and school boys and
lovers, but very few are soldiers and
not one in hundred ever becomes
justice Of the peace. His sixth age
does not do justice TO our men and wo-
men of three score years and ten, for
most Of them grow fat instead OF lean,
and our big manly voices have not
turned to treble, nor do they pipe and
whistle in their sound. can still sing
bass to the long-meter doXology and
my wife can sing MARY had a little
lamb" to the baby. AS to the seventh
age, which he pictures as second child
hood and mere oblivion without teeth
or taste or eyes or ears or anything,
we never see then-our old people die
before they got to that. But in the life
Of every man and woman there are
epochs, events, mile stones, as 1t were,
that stand out prominent In memory
and mark their progress from youth to
old age, Ny earliest recollection Is
the killing of our dog Hector who was
supposed to be made, and IL grieyed us,
for we loved him and he loved us.
Next recall the falling Of the stars In
1898. My father held me up and with
my feet upon the top railing of tue
bannisters, | saw them come down In
myriads as quietly and softly as snow
fakes and they went out as they near
ed the earth. They were separate and
distinct as the stars, but as near to.
gether as the sparks from the chimney
Of an oldtime blacksmith shop. George
Lester was my playmate and lived
close bS and the next morning he and
hunted all over his mothers garden
to find some signs Of the stars that
fell, but saw none. While they were fall
ing our negro cook, Aunt Ailsey, was
down on her knees praying, and as she
chung to my mothers night gown, she
called on Jesus to come and take us all
to heaven. That night was an epoch
and it is worth being rs years old to
have witnessed It, My next remem.
brance of note is a journey to Savan.
nah with my father and mother and
brother, where we took sail vessel
for Boston. l remember the magnih.
cent double row of china trees in the
long street and l wonder nov If there
is a person living IN Savannah who
was living there then and remembers
that row. of beautiful trees that are
long since dead and gone. l remember
that voyage Of thirty-three days
around Cape Hatteras, where our ship
was almost wrecked, and mother held
fast unto her children and silently
prayed for deliverance. remember
when we reached Boston and how, at.
ter our visit was over, father bought
a carriage and pair of horses, and
we journeyed by land from Boston to
Georgia and never crossed a railroad,
for there were none to cross. re-
member our stop at the natural bridge
] In Virginia, and how we walked way
down in the gorge and looked up and
afterwards stood on the bridge and
looked down from the dizzy height.
When ] was about ten years old |
had another epoch, for had fight on
Sunday at a camp meeting and got
licked and my fine Sunday clothes
were all spoiled with mud and dirt. A
country boy said | was town bow
and was dressed too fine and he was
gwine to Otale the starch outen my
rufiied shirt And he did. | fought as
hard as | could, but he licked me and
| cried had gone to the spring to
get some water and the fight came of
there. My father whipped me next
morning and the school teacher start.
ed to whip me again, but showed him
my legs and he let me off with a talk.
My next episode has left an indelible
impression. We had to walk two miles
to school and about half way there was
big gully that we used to slide down
In One morning Bill Maltbie and
overton Young and Jim Wilson and
myself stopped to slide down and Bill
pulled out a deck of cards and said
he would show us how 70 play. I had
never seen deck before in my life,
but had hearn tell OF EN-. They were
mighty pretty, and he taught us how
TO shuttle and cut and deal and turn
Jack and play seven-up. One morning
Tom Wilson and Jim Alexander came
along az thew were Qoing m aoboo1 ga