The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1908-10-22
NEWS FROM KEARSE.
"Old Timer" Writes Interestingly as
Usual.

all the time seems to be the order OF
men and the universe. Summer and
it's heat has departed. Fall is here,
and it's hand is giving the finishing
touch Of beauty, yellow and gold and
crimson to the leaves so soon to be
strewn in heaps Of brown on the bo-
som of mother earth. Nothing but
leaves, dead leaves, whose usefulness
is apparently ended, but in fact only
begun in a new fo~m to make more
leaves to gladden. another summer.
The little violets are here, peep1ng
from among the leaves of green, say
ing to the careful observer: Il am
here, true to my time, and deceive
not, for I am to be cheer to the
weary. world when robed in snow
and frost; sweep away the snow and
I will with smilesl of truth be here
to gladden. the Xmas morning along
| with the small boy with his fire
works and little girls. with their
dollies and tea parties, and will stay
until the flowers of May come In all
their gorgeous array, then / will
close my little eyes Of blue until the
next fall, then will l bless the world
again" -.
Then the toothsome oppossum is
here in all his glory. One evening
| last week some young men enjoyed q
hunt. Caught one fox and five opus
sums. A brother of one Of the young
men went also, but in different way.
He treed one up persimmon tree, a
large fine fat one, without dog, so
each one of the brothers brought in
fine one. Next morning it was de-
cided to have one that day for din
ner and one the next. One was
| placed in a barrel in the kitchen,
snugly covered; the other dressed for
dinner, and, Mr.. Editor, you should
have eaten some Of that 'opossum
and 'taters to know how nice the
young ladies of the Saltkehatchie
valley can prepare them. The fact
is, your old scribe could scarcely wait
until the next day for share of the
other. His dreams were somewhat
troubled that night, he believes, from
thinking of the feast next day.
Morning came at last, and when the
barrel was searched, 10, that oppos-
sum was gone. The young men
brought the sad news and broke It
gently, as they knew how hard It
would be for an old man to bear such
disappointment, but a nice fat pig
was dressed the evening before, SO
we had pork in place Of oppossum,
4 80 while we feasted on pig thought
of that stray opossum, and remem-
bered sage once said, "Disappoint-
ment sinks the heart of man, but the
renewal of hope giveth consola-
tion." But this oppossum idea will
not down, for the woods are full OF
them, and the festive darkey holds
his catch by the tail aloft and show
ing it to his many admirers at the
time, SMILES showing his white teeth,
and exclaims: What am fourteen
cent bacon, an de Cap'n out at dat!
Go long gals, don't boder me. I hab
| 'possum an tater to-day, sho."
| All this carries an old man to his
boyhood days, when Bob told him OF
his many exploits with his dog, Dash,
and after some hesitation accepted
an invitation to take hunt with him
and see how many Dash would tree.
After procuring a supply OF pine
splinters tied ii a bundle to replen1sh
our torch as it burned out, we were
ready for the hunt, but Dash was not,
80 Bob got loaf of bread from his
mother, gave Dash piece, then go
little further, throw him more, and
so on. When the bread gave out we
were on the edge Of branch. He
sicked and halloed to his dog. AS
we moved on we tramped for two
solid hours, but no bark came from
Dash. He claimed no game was STIR
ring, but his dog was great hunter
and never saw him only when he had
a varmint up a tree. Our torches
burned out; Bob's knee badly hurt
from falling over log in the dark ;
foot sore and weary we returned !;
found Dash curled up on the hearth.
). Bob's mother sitting up sewing, wait
ing for our return, said: "Dat dog bin
curled up dere befo' gunner got to de
branch. He lasted as long as the
bread, then came home.
The young ladies are preparing a
play for Xmas. Know it will be a
success. 80
Mr.. Herbert Kearse will rebuild
his residence in the near future. The
contract has been let, and work will
begin in a few days. Hope the lire
fiend will not visit us again soon.
OLD TIMER.