The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1909-07-12
WITH AUNT BECKY.
Puzzling Weather-Fine Crops
and Little Trouble W..
War Tir- .ArV ,res.

SorreSpohuehct - " -sopesonlan
We are puzzled to know what
has come over the weather. Last
Saturday was almost unbearably
hot. We retired that night with
doors and windows widespread,
to awaken some time later with
a feeling that we had during our
sleep drifted into the frigid zone;
but it is a pleasant change to
humanity, though it may not be
so wholesome for the growing
cotton.
We have fine crops in the
Fork, both corn and cotton, and
we have had no trouble with
grass this season, notwithstand-
ing heavy rains through the
month of June. The two-horse
plow is almost universally used
in turning under the stubble
lands, also burying the grass
seed to a great depth, which |
think accounts for the ease with
which the crops have been cult
waited. The busy season is
gradually on the decline. With
the corn lain by and peas plough
ed in, man and beast are taking
a longer rest at noontime, and
before long the fishing rods will
come into service.
Happy Jack" l feel much
indebted to you for your esti-
mate of my literary ability, or
fitness to write up war history.
So far as my knowledge and ex-
perience of that stormy time is
concerned, | can truly say that
they abide with me, some of the
sorrows and trials of which l
would be glad to forget; but they
were too real and vivid to fade
from memory, and | guess will
remain with me always. You
are right in wishing to preserve
the war record of our dauntless
soldiers, and the many thrilling
incidents and hair-breath escapes
of their soldier days, which will
pass into oblivion (and are pass
ing rapidly as time speeds away.
l hope that Judge Fullmore's
late stirring appeal, as published
in The Robesonian, will bear
rich fruit. and that the chapters
of y. D. G. in our county will
act quickly and enthusiastically,
getting up a history of old Rob-
eson and her military record
which will be a source of pride
to coming generations.
) Yes, Happy Jack", 1 know
many things about the war, but
have not the faculty of picturing
: things as l saw and knew them
| was a school girl of II years
; when the war began. My father
was then postmaster at Queens
dale, and the mail route led from
Marion C. H., S. Ca, to the towr
! of Shoe Heel, as it was ther
) known. We had mail only every
other day, and on these days
, every family was represented al
: the postoffice to hear the lates
news from the front. Among
!; these was an aged gentleman
4 with long, snow-white hair, ant
patriarchal appearance, an uncle
r of my mother, who came owe
S every mail day quite promptly
riding his beautiful little sorre
animal, which he called kit"
He was a true patriot, and deep
n ly interested in the Southern
e cause, and he had in the Arm.
! of Virginia a brave and nobl
son, Capt. Angus McRae, com
f manding a company of Soutl
f Carolinians, as he had moved in
f to Marlboro county a short Will
l. previous to the war.
!, Well, "Uncle Alex" would b
e so anxious to hear the news tha
: he could not wait to get home
but would open his papers, Th
!. Fayetteville Observer and Th
d Wilmington Star, and ca
i to me, Come, Belle, an
: give us the dispatc h e s.
and l was always ready to do hi
y, bidding, as l loved the grand ol
y y man, and also loved to read, an
- - see his pretty known eye
;e ;e sparkle, and the smile overspres
~ ~ his countenance when | read
!. ~ him of the valour and victory {
Z Z our Southern braves, and the d.
~ ~ feat of the Yankees. But OF
~ ! sad day the dear old fellow r
u ceived a blow from which h
81 spirits never recovered.
~ ~ bloody battle had occurred
&c Virginia, probably the I'd Manas
v, as-I do not remember; but
~ ,ll the list of casualties was tt
ls =. name of his gallant son-"Cal
y u A. L. McRae, killed on field
IL battle" where his body w;
~ buried by his faithful negro Sc
III want, who was with him; and q
ter that the dear old wound
re heart was so sad that he seldo
Of came again in quest Of new
he though he lived several years {
IN terward, long enough to see She
No. mans bummers'' march aw
G with his pretty, gentle little sa
,re die horse, poor Kit, (which tn
h stole. along with many others.
7 Truly the women of the Sou
r bore grievous burdens in the
- davs-the lips almost forgot hC