Evening journal., 1908-11-23

pocket comb in his vest pocket. COM
mon custom in those days. and a pair
of little wooden combs which stuck to-
gether for the convenience of carrying,
might have been found i'm any mans
pocket who was particular about his
toilet. Whenever Mr.. Ferguson re-
turned from a round looking after his
farming operations to the hotel again
he was sure to set that fine suit of
hair in order AS a matter Of ejst and
joke, somebody wondered how he
would make out during a session OF the
Legislature, without combing his hair.
On my way up, how can 1 pass the
road leading TO Lore's mill without
note? Why that road is dotted all
along with little Incidents OF my boy
hood days. some of which are OF the
greatest interest to me. Going west
from Blackbird a half mile. we pass
the sycamore tree and the site OF the
old school house where i learned my
A. 3. C's at John Z Crouchs knee in
1S41, and where 1 got the finishing
touch of my limited education in 1854.
Around this place many fond memories
cluster, which for want of newspaper
1 ItlQttdilig Ollll.
We pass the big oak from whose
strong western arm a huge swing went
to and fro to the great delight OF the
young people Of the neighborhood.
Then we Immediately pass the spot
where my bag of corn fell off on my
first trip to the mill on horseback, on
boys election day" in 1874 alluded to
in previous letter. This brings us
to Lores mill. deriving its name from
the owner, Auley Lore. Auley Lore
was a brother to Eldad Lore (Chief
Justice Lore's father which branch OF
the Lore family l propose to notice
after | get farther up the road, If this
pencil doesn't wear out and THE
JOURNAL doesn't withdraw the use Of
it's column. Auley Lore was an active
business man, sharp and shrewd,
characteristic of the Lore family. He
had extensive tracts of farm and tim
Der lands in connection with which he
ran a saw and grist mill employing
many men. He was originally from
New Jersey. as was many Of his en-
ployes, sawyers. millers, OK and mule
drivers. and his teams of various kinds
were continually on the road conveying
the logs to the mill or hauling the
cord wood to Weldon's Landing on
lBackbird creek for the Philadelphia
market He built the nice house
where mortimer Richards (his grand
SOM now lives and owns. in lS4l' and
lived there till his death, ! think late
in 1S46 Among his sawyers We're
Richard Hankins. with three sons,
Richard. Columbus and Eldad, Nancy
Eliabezth. Mary, Abagail, Priscilla ana
Martha. John Campbell was also saw
yer whom / have cause to remember
because one day / was sent to the mill
on horseback (again) and had to walt fol-
my grist without my diner While l was
not a customer at his mill. he was not
unmindful of the fact that he was once
a small boy too. and that a healthy boy
big enough to take grist to mill on horse
back was almost sure to have an aching
void about the middle of the day. partic-
ularly If he was away from home, anc
out of goodness of his innermost soul
when he came back from his own dinner
he came hunting for me around the grisi
mill and. said there. sonnie you go over
yonder to the house Ga little one-story
house across the road and get your din.
ner. I was a backward boy. land am yet
but 1 was not hard to coax that day.
know they had shin soup for dinner and
I just thought that was just as good
soup as my mother could make (an eX
ception to the general rule of most any
boy) Enos Bradford drove the mule
team and Samuel Basset drove team OF
strong horses TO a dog wagon. Gideor
Eaden was chief cook and bottle washer
about the place. After Mr.. Lore's deatl
his property got into other hands as h'
had only one son living at the time of hil
death (Alfred Lore, who did not live Ions
! after his father.
William Andrew Hukill.