The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1902-03-05
GUYS WANOERlNes.


bandanna and a gass bag and embark
ed on an expedition to foreign cli1nes,
our destination being Hagood, via
Sumter, S. G. No passport or other
Identification was demanded Of us in
Sumter; indeed police and people
didn't pay any more attention than
if they were accustomed to foreigners
from the land of Lee every morning
before breakfast and didn't mind 'em
any more'n ordinary game cockites-
Well Sumter is surely not dying out
yet for the loss OF us, but strikes one
as very much alive. stirring and grow
ing. From the Union depot to the
limit of her suburban environs new
and handsome residences, churches
and other buildings and Improvements
greet one on every hand, evincing life,
vigor, energy and prosperity that
portends rapid increase, growth and
expansion in the near future, when,
with the advent OF radiating turn
pixies and graded highways generally,
trade, traffic and travel, by trolleys,
automobiles and otherwise, will pour
into Sumter from the lines of Scape
Ger Swamp west and to the Lee county
seat east and the Game Cock and the
Bantam shall lie down together, each
on his own side the swamp land cease
lieing any other how and all shall be
calm and serene for there shall be no
surveyors to make them afraid any
more.
The night train on n. ". road took
rs to Remberts where We spent the
night with the courtly and courteous
and hospitable proprietor Of that
Villa, Mr.. Edward Rembert, who &C.
cupies the old baronial homestead and
grounds, and whose extensive planta-
ton, store, mill, ginnery, &C., are
conducted on business principles and
with intelligent Judgment. Enpassant,
we'd remark that, cur friend Edward
is the owner of road team that would
attract attention in any aggregation
of horse flesh. He kindly sent us
across country to our headquarters
and destination, that typical southern
home Of Hon. Arthur K Sanders, who
Is Prince of a host and a host within
himsef in body, heart and head. The
only marring feature about this hospi-
table home is that it has been long
bereft of it's estimable and gracious
mistress. One touch Of nature
makes the whole world kim and this
last touch we'd both felt and expert
enced the sad forlornness of it: the
difference being that our own case,
we fear, has reached the chronic stage,
and We are too old to be reset, y
whereas we trust our friend will not per-
NIT his to get beyond the acute stage
for we oursef can testify that 1t is
not good for man" to permit heart.
head and home to remain unoccupied
by that best land busiest) of occu-
pants, an help meet.
We were weather bound by the last
blizzard Of sleeJ, snow and slush,
but between our genial and versatile
host and his manly son Frank and
. Cooner" the cook, who can do any
thing from turkey to an ash cake,
fish or pastry, to turn {also can
turn a glass of grog upside down with
admirable deftness and facility with
out spilling a drop-on the ground J
we managed to while away the dismal
days without wearing anything from
our bones or our patience or piety.
Indeed we feel physically and
psychically better and stronger. A
visit to the Reid State convict farm,
under the auspices of our host who is
a prominent director of our penal
institution, revealed a picture Of busy
agricultural life and success as ii
should be. and is. an object lesson we'll
worthy of a visit by any live progress
i've farmer who doesn't yet think he
knows it al, !" Those who do think;
so might as well stay home and &c
to-the Postofce.
This farm is under the Immediate
supervision and management of Mr..
Jesse Morris, OF Florence, we think.
who is a farmer to the manner born"
and who processes to be no more. yet
who must possess executive abilities
of no mean order to successfully con-
duct so extensive an interest requi ring
about 100 convict laborers. There were
broad acres Of oats, wheat and rye,
green and growing IN spite OF the
freezes, acres of turnips, some Of which
measured IL inches IN circumference
and are fed to stock after cutting up.
Large congeries of stacks Of hay being
baled in different portions of the farm.
aSIS VIC saw Sue0e1G1 G1Co VI SH&OO0O0
corn forage baled and greeting the
nostrils with the SAVIOR of new mown
hay. We measured ears of corn II
inches in length and saw the finest
Jack there is, perhaps, in the State.
There are brood mares, mules, milch
COWS and other cattle, hogs, a flock OF
sheep and one of goats, with dozens
of kids; all IN fine order. Lastly we
were shown the pack of bloodhounds,
among which were the two Sumter
dogs (ugh}. We declare to goodness
gracious -sakes-alive we promise to be
a good boy and never do SO any more
if they'll keep those bloody, blanket
cared, blobber Tipped savage beasts
from ever giving tongue on our dear
trail. They seemed amiable enough
leastways their tails did, but their
heads and mouth and eyes! eh, eh-
doggonned if we know which end to
trust for one end gives the lie to
t'other. Ciceroned by our friend and
the manager, we were taken mile OF
two down in the river swamp and
viewed the stupendous undertaking OF
-o-,;r;,r, Tho layoocs 6vkec and dams