The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1908-11-23

Corn and Potato Crops
Among the Schools - Railroad
Grading-Cause for Thanks
giving Accident at Mr..
Johns Gin-Other Matters.
of The Robesonian.
l enjoyed very much the inter
esting letter in the last copy of
The Robesonian from Hon. z. T.
Fillmore, of Austin, Tex, and
recognize in him a friend Of
''Auld Lang Syne" who attend
ed schools during the stormy
days of the war near McInnis'
Bridge, in Marion county, a few
miles from our home. At that
time he was perhaps 16 or II
years of age, and gave promise
at that early date of a brilliant
future. 1t is difficult for even
persons of my advanced age to
realize the marvellous changes
which have occurred in old Rob-
eson since that first census was
taken in 1890, and would like
very much to read the full histo-
ry, from which Mr.. Fillmore
drew his extracts. The density
of the forest up to the great
storm of 1922 was impressed up
on my mind by hearing my
mother relate an incident there
of. She had at that time a
brother-in-law, Richard Bunting,
living in the town of Lumber
ton. His wife had come up to
the old Queensdale home on a
visit, and when the storm abated,
in great anxiety regarding his
family, this gentleman started on
foot early in the morning, reach
ing here before sunset, a dis
tance of % miles, which, accord
ing to his statement, he travers-
ed entirely on the limbs and bod
les of fallen trees, often unable
to discern any vestige of the
road.
| hear of but little news in the
Fork. The cotton fields are for
the most part looking bare and
bleak, and potato digging and
corn gathering are now on hand.
Mr.. R. D. Hamer, one of our
near neighbors, has made a fine
record on the former crop, hay
ing dug over 400 bushels from
two acres; and Mr.. D. NJ. Stew
art, another of our foremost farm
ers, has made so much corn he
finds difficulty in housing it. II
only the price of cotton was as it
should be our farmers would be
in splendid shape this year.
Our schools in this section have
all resumed work, and I hear the
gay voices of the children at Oak
Grove, a short distance away,
where Prof. Reynolds, of Rock.
ingham. is principal and Miss
Mitchell, of Bennettsville, S. c.,
is assistant and music teacher.
The Turn Out school is peculiar.
ly fortunate in the return of its
former teacher, Miss Annie John.
son, of Lumber Bridge, who has
made an enviable reputation
professionally, and hosts OF
friends socially, who are delight.
ed to welcome her back. Miss
Mae Burns, Of Maxton, who has
also been doing excellent worE
in the school-room, is now teach
ing near near John Station.
We hear very audibly these
days the boom from dynamite
as the new railway survey is be
ing graded from Gibson Station
to McColl, and we hear the worl
has progressed to the outskirt
of that town. | had hope
that the route might come il
nearer proximity to the Fork, a
we are between a network 0
railways and convenient to none
and it is discouraging to have t
ride several miles through tn
country to take perhaps a shor
trip by rail.
Some of our neighbors, Messrs
Stewart and York, are doing du
ty as jurymen in your town thi
, week-a job which never seen
; to afford our farmers much pleas
ure.
The bad little dog has been
mischief again, and this time
have been the victim. I had
lot of beautiful ''bats' made /
= a good old black nanny, ar
ready to place in a quilt. The
were carefully deposited in a co
2 ner of an unoccupied room to
> used on the morrow, and when
went in to get to work, 10! Il
devastion was great. Dash h;
! evidently "sneaked" in the pr
"a vious night, and had a luxurio
,e bed. | was considerably vex
, at the wreck he had wrougl
y" but decided that was the one
blame instead of the little dc
because neglected to fasten
door.
Thanksgiving Day is rapic
approaching and we have
ID great deal in this land for VIII
to be greatful. We have esca4
the greater misfortunes Of
and flood which have devasta
other sections, and from fami
and deadly epidemics we h;
been exempt. Then we sho
indeed lift up our hearts in prs
and thanksgiving to the aut
q of our numerous blessings, Y
' is mindful even Of the little 81