The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1903-11-13
THE NEWBERRY OF THE
DAYS THAT ARE PAST.
LETTER FROM FORMER NEWBERRLAN.
NOW LIVING IN TEXAS.
Capt. Jack Caldwell, Chancellor Job John.
stone, and Other Strong Men-Memo-
rieS OfHappy Times Forever Gone.
WOodville, Texas.

IN when boy,
Back to see the old pasture, with its
swimming hole in the creek,
Where | used to shuck my duds off and
absorb old fashioned JOY,
Till the roses re0dest petal was no
redder than my cheek;
Back to ramble in the by-ways, where
the wild red flowers grew,
Back to hear the blue jay qcarrel, and
to hear the cat bird call:
Back to push away life's sorrows,
'mongst the dear old scenes knew,
See the smiling hills and. valleys, and
the arching and cloud. fecked sky.
For I'm getting old and broken, and it
seems somehow TO me,
That 'twould almost bring my youth
back, make me laugh the old time
Could l ramble where | rambled. see
the things that used to be,
Climb the hills and see the valleys where
| used to romp and play.
We closed our last with a short
notice Of n. a. Hunter, one of
the industrial pioneers of the
village. Resuming our walk, we
reach the corner Of Boundary and
Caldwell streets (not then named),
where a Yankee school "marm, -
Miss Clark, under Rev. S. P.
Pressly, Taught. All that l re-
member Of her is that she was stern
that | deserted and never returned.
Here | saw a party Of Indian Chiefs
ChOCtaws or Chcrokees, with their
tykeS (Wlves), pusCus tykes (girls) -,
and pusCus knockinees (boys), all
dressed out in full Indian style,
feathers and brilliant tinsel. ON their
way to Washington. We little
urchins were much afraid Of them.
You see no such sights now.
Some IS miles west of here is a
village Of Greeks (but called Ala
bamas,) who were friendly to the
whites during the Texas revolution.
The State gave them a large tract
Of land. Some s years ago I OBJ
tanned for them their first school
and 1t has continued ever since.
There is now a Presbyterian mis-
sion in the village and most of them
are church members. They are
remarkable for their truth, virtue
and honesty, and there never has
been half breed among them.
On Boundary street, in a beauti-
full grove of large oaks, lived Capt.
Jack Caldwell. He was an clio.
quent speaker and was a great
power before a jury. In his dis
Cussions at the bar he was strong
and forceful, and when it was known
that he was to argue case the
court house was crowded. AS his
argument went on his voice grew
deeper, his action more animated
his sentences came in long, sono
rous swell, still easy and graceful
but powerful las the soft stretching
of tigers paw.' In denouncine
a certain man whom he thought
mean his sentences went on grow
ing and rising until, reaching the
climax, he hesitated a moment and
with the highest type Of meanness
his mind could catch, in thunder.
Gus tones he exclaimed: Hes as
mean, yes, as mean as Squire Billie
NJ This became common sell
tenCe to express meanness. He
was twice married. His second
wife was Miss Abigail O'Neall
daughter of Hugh O'Ncall and
sister of Judge O'Ncall, and
was a most amiable and intelligent
woman, possessed of the lovely
characteristics of the Ouakers
They had one graceful daughter