The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1911-12-14
IN A REMINISCENT MOOD.
Mr.. Elihue Muldrow Recalls Time
When He and the Editor First
Landed i'm Dillon.

bSSCSnUeT T.,
cloudless and a full moon flooding
the land with her mellow light,
with the exception of the ticking
of the clock and the piping song of
the cricket, quiet reigns in this
i ancient old home.
AS the embers glow and sparkle
on the hearthstone reminiscent
mood comes over me and the past
with its numberless joys and sor-
rows passes in review. Especially
the extremely cold February IA
years ago, when you and 1 landed
on that half mile radius of good
dirt, town at that time as the town
of Dillon.
} You came for a purpose and so
tar you have not faltered, but like
man you stuck to your job.
/ Patches of corn, cotton, potatoes
and virgin forest and not over
three score houses made up the
sum total of Dillon town. A few
of her saints had built the Meth
odist and Baptist churches, and
others of progressive turn of mind
looked ahead at the rapidly in
creasing posterity and built the
school house. DR.. David and the
Cotton Oil Mill were making good,
and Hugh Price, unknown to fame,
succeeded in perpetuating his name
by building the original price
Court lnn," and nearby the differ
ent brands of KS were exchanged for
dimes and dollars.
Another land mark, destined to
WELD power for good to church
and State, dilapidated roller
press, few cases of worn out type,
small job press and other parra-
phanalia necessary to printing
outfit. This was known as "The
Dillon Herald"
All OF your cash was invested in
the plant. A prophets mantle
must have fallen on your should
ers and you saw Dillon of to-day
and the future queen city of the
Pee Dee.
In the fight for the new county,
you remember. Malediction from
one side and pat on the back from
the other side, but out of it all
your bank account grew beautifully
less. But every good citizen can re-
joice that no blood was shed nor
unforgiving enemies made, and that
famous feast of pigs feet on the
night of the victory attoned in a
great measure for the anxious
days of deferred hopes.
hIO lOT you ana the nome
L love, and come back to this sleepy
old town, that long since passed her
Tooth anniversary. These people,
as elsewhere are holding on to
what they inherited or accumulat- /
ed.
This is a rich community-thati is,
everybody lives at home, raise their
hog and hominy, pay cash for what
they buy, chew plow-boy tobacco
and are as independent as Wood /
Sawyers.
Only on fault, 'Possums are plen- J
tlful; hundreds are caught, but not !
one is eaten. His hide sells for
Soc, his flesh worth nothing thrown
away. What waste! What
waste,
In Dillon with their hides on
cart load would sell like hot cakes. !
With best wishes.
Elihue Muldrow.
Fair Bluff, N. c., Dec, 8, 1911.
(Well does the editor remember |
that cold December morning thir-
teen years ago, the third day of
the present month, referred to by
Mr.. Muldrow. The editor was moth
land of strangers. 1t was at the
close of a very hard year and The
Herald was bankrupt concern.
One of the first sights that greet
ed his eyes as he entered the cold
and cherries office was a barrel
of half rotten potatoes and two
under-fed chickens that some loyal
subscriber had brought in as pay
ment on his account. The months
and years that followed were hard
ones-they make enough history to
| fill a volume that may tell it's own
tale in cold type some day - but
not now. During these times Mr..
Muldrow was weekly contributor
to The Herald and he knows the
story of the struggle that it cost
to make The Herald a newspaper
a truly representative paper of the
town in which 1t was published.
But let that pass for the PRESENT.