The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1910-03-31
REvEREs OF OLD TIMER.
Tho Old Days Which Are Gone, Never
to Return.

to Return.
Wanderers Rest. March 28.-
Where are We at? Jee whiz. these
geologists and scientists are too many
for an old man to comprehend. and
he fears for themselves. One has
calculated that in one million years
there will be no mountains. hills or
valleys. for the leveling process of
the rains and floods will have the
earth's surface q level plain. An
Other one claims to know that old
mother earth has been here for ten
million years. for he has examined
the rocks and fossils and they show
that, and he also found q masto-
dop's track made In now solid rock
that was made while the rock was
still hot. Just to think, q track made
ten million years ago! Now others
are willing to stake their reputation
on the assertion that the old world
has rolled on its axis four hundred
million years. for they have meas
ured the salt emptied in the sea for
q certain period by all the rivers,
then measured the salt contained In
the ocean and computed the time
taken for the salt contained In its
waters TO BE- exactly four hundred
million years to accumulate. Ny!
What hills and mountains must have
been In the beginning II the first one
II correct. Moses wrote that the
Lord made the earth and all that's In
It in six days and rested the seventh.
Then another writer In holy writ
says a thousand years are to the
Lord a. day. or day a. thousand
years.
SO great II 1t al to an old mans
mind. he has to dee to the fields, his
fayorite. resort, and zee the flowers
in bloom. hear the birds sing. the
dove calling to its mate. and watch
the bees n they 60 from flower to
flower. the humble little ants a. they
toll. Surrounded BY all these. and
the mocking bird sending forth its
happy song. In his reverie he looks
to the East, sees the spot where his
grand father and mother lived. where
his unclss lived. only . quarter of q
mile where II. II. Brabham lived
until he left to join the Methodist
conference. Maj. n. J. Kearse's old
homo In sight. and every nook and
corner brings back memories dear
to the. heart, for here his ancestors
lived and now sleep the last sleep.
most Of them not far away in the
family burying ground. Each field
has its association Of the past. Here
his uncle farmed, there his father
and others roamed. and there the old
family slaves went to their daily task
singing their care free songs. and
only few feet from where he pens
these lines stood at the heed OF
the street old daddy" Nelson's
house. and how the writer, q wee bit
Of boy. would 30 and find him with
his knife busy making baskets under
q large mulberry tree or his fiddle
In hand ready to play and sing to
amuse his young missus' little boy;
and Peter. his son. was always glad
when he made these calls, for old
missus had given him to his then
little master. but Lincoln soon made
him free and he still lives in sight Of
the old home, and there. under his
own vine and hs tree. makes an hon
est living for himself. and the writer
b not sorry for the loss, for he had
rather zee Peter tree than to have
him under bondage
Then "maum" Winnie, the cook,
who always had something nice for
the children to eat. and her ghost
tales made the boys hair rise on end
and felt the end Of the fingers Of red
eyes and bloody bones ready to catch
him; then many others. but nearly
all that then lived are gone.
Easter IL here and the girls are all
hunting an Easter hat. and such q
show Of them will be q revelation to
an old man who buys . new one
perhaps in two or three years and Is
loath to zee the old one depart. for
1t had comfort, and In his heart he
feels the lesson taught by the occa-
sion. that all will rise again. and as
he looks at the tombstones n the
yard not far away, that al still live.
and when an old man crosses over
he will be no stranger there.