Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1906-06-20
REFLECTIONS FROM old P|CkENS.
ThE BEAUTIES AND PLEASURES OF cOUh.
TRY LIFE WvIDLY PORTRAYED.

Old Pickens; Jnne q--On Sunday
visited BY heavy down-pour of rain,
accompanied by considerable wind, much
thunder and vivid lightning and
some hail, resulting in places in much
damage to growing crops by reason OF
the washing of rolling lands where not
properly terraced, overfowing of small
streams and destruction of fruit trees by
the wind. Since then re have had seve-
raj gentle showers and crops are growing
nicely under the benign influence of
warm nights and warmer days.
Grass and weeds never fail to como
abundantly under such conditions, but
they are being overcome, ss every one
seems to be working in obedience to that
divine mandate which declares that in
tho sweat of his faco man shall eat bread.
Gardens are tlourishing and abound with
beans and Irish potatoes, beets and
radishes, onions and okra, cucumbers,
tomatoes, white headed cabbage and other
vegetables. Strawberries and raspber-
ries, cherries and currants are about
gone, but the luscious dewberry is here
and the never-failing, ever welcome
blackberry is donning his red coat and
will soon be ready for use. After that
will come the dolectable peach, pear and
apple, the delicious watermelon, sweet
favored cantaloupes and smiling candi.
dates, then grapes and muscadines, a
few successful and many defeated candi-
dates. Next the harvesting of the crops
and the fruition of the rewards of toll
all eliminating in that joyful day which
celebrates the birth of the Saviour of the
world.
at this season of the year, when every
thing on the farm is 80 abundant and
full of promise, when nature in all her
beauty and abundance proclaims the love
and goodness of the Father in heaven, it
is hard for mo to understand how any
meditative mind can prefer the crowded,
heated city, with it's noise and hustle,
vices and temptations, to the quiet
country home, with its lovely flowers,
outrageous trees, delightful breezes,
pure, ice-cold spring or well water,
sweet-singing birds, growing crops and
melifiuous fruits, to say nothing of the
humming of the bee and it's honey, the
lowing of the cattle, tho bleating of the
lamb, tho squealing of the pig, the crow
ing of the rooster, the cackling of the
hen and her progeny the quacb, quack
of the duck, the yclp of the turkey, the
voice of the cunning guinea, and then
those sparcribs and backbones and that
sausage, which never saw tin can and
were not shipped from slaughter pen
in Chicago, besides well-iilled granaries,
barns cOrncribs and smoke houses. In
some places it pays "to go fishing"
Thanks to my friend of the Bear Swamp
for recommending new bait and for
good wishes. Wonder if he succeeded
with that bait and if his "catch was mar
velously beautiful
| was reading in the Atlanta Constitu-
tion the other day where Senator Pet
tus, in the seth year of his age, when
asked by young man if he chad his life
to go over what vocation he would fol.
low" said, 81 would buy well-stocked
and improvement of the soil, rearing of
fine stock and in the contemplation of
nature, amid such scenes and domestic
enJoyments as only country life can
If statesman, SO years old,
having enjoyed nearly all the honors and
emoluments within the gift of his people
thus speaks of country life and the farm,
who can fail to commend the young man
who chooses for his life work the yoca-
ton of a farmer?
The infant of Mr. and Mrs. Leo Maxcy,
of Newry, was buried at Old Pickens on
last Tuesday.
Mrs. Rachel White, widow of the late
James NJ. White, is seriously sick at the
home of her son, o. G. White, but it is
hoped that under the skillful treatment
of DR.. j. w. Wickliffe and the tender
nursing of Mr. and Mrs. o. G. White, she
will be restored to health.
The friends of William Perry, of Six
Mile, will be sorry to learn that he is
vcry'sck man.
On last Sunday morning Isaac Morgan,
aged II years, the oldest coiored man in
this community, died at his home, near
Old Pickens. after long and painful i'll.
ness. Uncle Ike" as we all called him,
deserves more than a passing notice. He
was born the slave of Thomas Morgan,
on Little river, in this county, and so
faithful was he that the family never
parted with him until emancipation.
With the exception of two years ho spent
the whole of his long life within five