The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-03-19

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in South Carolina. But what are the
efforts Of feWs hundred against the
retrogression Of the millicnsP Will
the little ieaven che wholeP
ne Snowman brings his trained
animals as evidences Of their eduea-
tion, but because Of these will che
whole animal kingdom become rsvo-
lutionized9 Exception may be taken
at this comparison, but none is In
tended, We know the negro has soul
and the animal has none, ct the game
time all human life possesses oharac.
teristics pertaining 10 their order and
unchangeable as the creation. Tho
Anglo-Saxon stands alone, relying
only on himself. Will the Afro
American ever be able to do the same?
Fast history says no-the future alone
can decide.
/ Loudly summoned by the Screaming
whistle Of the locomotive, we take our
seats and the heavy train of fifteen
loaded cars, with many jerks and vio-
lent pd&ng f1om INC ccsils, starts on
its homswari journey. The strain is
Immense at first and we hardly crawl
along, then the speed quic kens and
without etc ppages the train arrives ct
the great phosphate washers on the
banks Of the river. Here the engine
is dispensed with and the negro
"hands" from the washer roll the cars,
one by one, up steep incline and at
the top their contents are dumped
into the great wire cylinders, whose
Espid revolutions, under streams OF
water, oleapses the mud from the
rock before throwing it down in great
piles upon the wharf. Afterwards it
is placed under the drying sheds aad
saas7svss sort Of baking process by
the fires built beneath-thus is tho
"dry rock" produced. Later, as is
needed, it is conveyed by lighters to
the phosphate mills, where tits crush
ed and otherwise manipulated, thus
making the fertilizer which 10 shipped
to all points Of the world.
This is only superficial view for
the uninitiated Of the werkings Of the
great phosphate industry, which saved
South Carolina from ruin at the close
OF the war for Southern independence.
The hours have waxed aud waned,
and we leave the scenes Of work and
noise to enter once more the little
vine-clad porch and watch the twilight
as it deepens.
Far overhead long black line ex-
tends, for mile or more, it moves on
and ever onwsrds, arrow-shaped at
times, then thinning to o mere thread,
thickening again to the size Of large
floating elopd, which streams out ia
small black masses, and finally ends
in few black dots. This is the
homeward fight Of hundreds, nay
thousands, Of crows, who have been
feeding all day in distant fields, and
as the sun sinks below the horizon
they rise in fiooks and soar across the
river to the marshes, where they spend
the night, sheltered amid the reeds
from the force OF the wintry winds.
At last they are settled, their hoarse
cawing ceases and all is still again
save, perhaps q belated bird, with
frightened ory, darts past and the
chorus Of the frogs in o distant pond
is family heard.
Tue thud Of the axe in the distance
scarcely disturbs the wonderful still-
ness, while through the trees CLEAN
the lights from the cabin doors. On
an unseen road passing laborer sings
Crook Of Ages" in melodious meas
ure, while far away groups Of negroes
shout their wild refrains keeping time
with ss.hsa;ee beating se ssAAe s4iipkk5 s4aiipkk5.
AS the patient kline pace slowly to
the milking their bells tinkle in svest
accord, aud high above us the great
oaks seem dreaming Of mysteries be-
yond our ken. Crisp yet balmy is the
evening zephyr; orercsnt moon gilt
ters in the dark blue Of the sky and
peace unutterable pervades tLa little
corner Of, the great world that seems
SO far away.
And this is the morning and even
ing Of one winters dsy.-Arthur
james, in News and Courier.
Career Cured by Blood Balm.