The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1910-07-28
FROM WANDERERS REST.
"Old Timer" Writes of the Crops and
Social Affairs.

the cheering note that sounds III
the old farmers ears, and he silent
ly wishes to be in desert where
rain never comes save in winter, and
the crop is raised by imagination and
the oasis is green in the midst of daz-
zling sand salt and alkali; but it will
not rain always and soon perhaps.
the dust will rise clinging to every
thing, the old farmer hunt for a
cool place and find it not, raise his
hat, mops his brow and eXclaim:
How hot. Never saw the like be-
fore" Yet how short of memory we
mortals be. In 1867 for 80 days old
Sol never showed his face. June of
that year was that period. The rains
began in late April and rained near
ly every day until November. The
low lands were ponds and the writer
remembers driving in the water cut
ting cabbage in water waist deep, in
a spot never known to hold water
before or since that day, only for a
few hours at most. A horse could
not stand out of the road on the
highest elevation, the wells all caved
from the tops on the high hills, and
fish as large as a mans hand were
caught in the public road leading up
from the memorial grounds at Riv-
ers' Bridge. Now don't smile at this
fish tale. 1t is a true one, and more
than once did the boys go swimming
in the corn fields and could swim un-
til out of breath without getting on
land, and fever! fever! everywhere.
The two years following were
among the best ever known here, and
they made good the year that the
little corn made was gathered in
stick baskets and brought out of the
field on the shoulders of men, for a
wagon and team could not go near
them, and one farmer run eight
plows and got seven bales Of cotton.
Then 1898 was a counterpart of
this year and wound up With the last
great storm that has torn up things
here, and rained continuously
through September. That storm
reached US the 31st day. of August
and left desolation in its wake. Still
we live, the sun is shining and the
boys are running the last furrows in
the cotton, the corn crops about the
average, garden drowned out, but
peas are good, and a sweet pota-
to patch growing, with pork and tur-
nips to follow, so all is calm and
serene for the mocking bird is sad
and silent now and looks like an old
man feels with the blues, but the bird
will sing again the ninth Of Septem-
Der and will thrill the world with his
melody until cold weather.
Dear little violets you came in July,
To cheer the heart of lone old
man,
You bring fond memories Of other
days.
Happy to see you, stay as long as
you can.
Yes, violets in July to reward so
soon for all the care bestowed on
them last spring. An unusual sight,
but they are here, hidden among the
leaves, a fit emblem for true, but
hidden love that comes true each
year, and if the world is cold, they
say look in my eyes of blue and
smile for a heavy heart is made
light where my cheer is shed as you
look in my bright face.
The last rose of summer is on a
bush this morning, and beautiful
bud it is, and will cause smile and
light heart to young lady as she
pins it on her breast and smells the
fragrance. Soon they will bloom
again to shed sunlight around them.
Quite a nice crowd was out at
White Point school house yesterday
afternoon, and had beautiful sub
ject for the Sunday-school lesson, the
TRANSPORTATION of Christ, and the
classes received a fine and appro-
pirate talk on the lesson by Prof. W..
D. Roberts, who has been on visit
at the home of Mr.. J. ]. Kearse, but
returned to his home this morning.
Mr.. and Mrs Keel and family are
down to see their parents, Mr.. and
Mrs. L. S. Chitty, who are the Oldest
people we have around us, and may
they live many years for their chill
dren and grandchildren to make an
annual trip to see them.
Mr.. and Mrs. Joe Oswel are visit
ing the home of Mr.. and Mrs. G. B.
Kearse.
| NIiscs Pessie Lee BLACK is spend