The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-11-23

but the squirrel gambols about them, and
the quack of the wild duck in the adjacent
lagoons proclaims that grim-visaged war
has done his best, and passed on.
A forest fire last year burned the Eu-
haw building, which dated back TO 1S45.
The handful of fmembers-sixteen women
and four men-some of whom lived near
by, looked on in tears, and saw the dear
old church 60 down to ashes. Every
timber in it was heavy with history. 1t
was here that Calder A. Baynard once
lasored, and gave to God and his breth'
rem the very best years of his life. A
nobler soul never trod the aisles of any
church. Three hundred yards away,
under the swinging live-oak bows, Bro.
J. F. Morrall was born. After looking
sorrowfully upon the ashes, the Euhaw
members, weak and few, said if the Lord
wanted the house rebuilt he would give
them the money; so they went to work,
praying, giving and begging, and ven
ture there is not little church house in
the State as beautiful as the one they
have built. There are certain few
to whose faithfulness the house stands as
a monument, but I know they have no
desire to see their names paraded here.
It was my privilege to preach in the
morning, Bro. Masters in the afternoon,
and Bro. Huggins at night, and we came
away feeling assured that the Euhaw
saints would not stand in sore need Of
preaching for some time to come, if their
appetite for the same is not abnormal.
I Isojourned at Grahamville for night
in the home of Mrs. Kirk, one of whose
daughters has been Jealous in the cause
of the old preachers, and the other one of
whom Bro. T. O. Lawton suborned away
as his bride last year. At the home of
Mrs. Sipples I also tarried awhile. She
has six daughters who are Methodists
like herself, and one other Baptist. I
have threatened to direct some unblessed
Baptist clergyman to that dovecote in
order to reduce the number of Methodist
girls in the home where l was so pleas
antly entertained. Mrs. Sipples did not
name the denomination to which the
Sunday turkey belonged, but it was deli
cate and delicious beyond expression, and
seemed to have had a call to enter the
ministry. In fact, the larger part did so,
because, because Higgins and Masters
ate at that table.
There is a cat in the Kirk home which
should have place in this history, but /
must reserve him to point a moral on
another occasion.
Every time I travel in the low country
I become more and more infatuated. The
great live-oaks, the laughing fields of
sugarcane, the huge droves of cold-black
turkeys, the oysters and shrimps and
fish 1--WE had all these at Euhaw) win both
my admiration and my affection. The
farmer in the clay country plows his
clods and runs his furrows through roll
ing stones up and down the red hillsides,
and gets but little more than living out
of the best work he can do. The low
countryman tickles the bosom of the
earth, and in return it casts back into his
arms an abundance unheard of. The
beautiful roads run along under bowling
oaks festooned with swinging banners of
moss, while fields white with cotton line
the way, and acres of sugarcane nod
gracefully in the breezes, making a
sound as of a princess robed in silken
garments. I know the up-countryman
SHES away from the land of the feestoon-
ed moss because he believes he will have
fever if he should dare to sojourn within
these precincts. I think he is correct.
He'd have the fever possibly three or
four more yearsin succession. In the up
country he has it but once, and when the
fever comes to seek for him the next
time it has to go to the cemetery to find
him. 1t is better to have fever five or six
years consecutiyely than have it once and
be buried. The low-countryman has a
continued fever with typhoid symptoms.
It never occurs to him that it will kill
him; he is is only worried to know that
he may be sick along time before he gets
well
On my return home I tarried day in
Beaufort to look after the old preachers
home am fixing up there. I saw Pastor
Lawson and my friend Danner, and had
q ride with them about the waters around
the island, and when I entered the dining
room of mine host O'Dell found q dish
of shrimps awaiting me, and before I was
able comfortably to dispose of them, a
waiter thrust plate of steaming oysters