The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1913-03-20
Letter from Old Timer.

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flowers, crops, and millions of tons 70
spare; the streams raging torrents,
lowlands covered, bitches full and
overfoWing, bridges swept away, is
the record for the rains of the week,
while last night and today steady
pour, and at intervals it came down
in torrents, and at half past nine p.
m. is still coming a slow steady down
pour with no signs of clearing wealth
er. The little violets are prone on the
dirt, with their little eyes half closed
are trying to smile through it all, the
mocking bird sits all bedrabbled and
sullen, too wet to sing, nothing busy
except the pestersome fly who does
not want one to even forget it is
raining by study and reading or tax
ing nap, for here the pest goes Oh
his toes, first on ones cheek then the
nose. But so it is, they too seek
shelter, but why where not wanted?
Some one has said all calamities,
pests and trouble leads to the form
ing of character, guess they do, for
they are hard to bear and keep ones
equilibrium. when in the midst of d
most attractive theme the busy fly
lights on your nose, sends creep
down the spine, tickles the whole
face into contortions, causes the hand
to be unconsciously raised, down it
comes with vicious slap, knocks
the pipe of peace in the middle of the
room, causes an evil glow to swell
over the whole anatomy, only for a
moment, for how foolish, only fly.
The pipe is picked up, reflled and
lighted, with feet lifted ON back of
some chair higher than the head.
reading is resumed only to be reused
out of his reverie by another fly, still
vigorous puffs of smoke from that
pipe soon makes all calm and serene.
For dark and dreary days must
come
Or else the sunshine would not be
enjoyed,
Without the shadows that darken our
way
Even by the sunshine we'd all be an
noyed.
These foods must needs be Il
seems, causing the loss of thousands
of dollars, but the earth is thirsty
and soon drinks it up and men should
not blame the old mother of us all
for wanting a refreshing draft of cold
clear water that brings life and
verdue on a thousand hills, and wa
ter, only water is quaffed, while men
not only call for water, but also fof
every filthy stuff man has been able
to concoct from blind tiger poison to
good old essence of ginger so highly
priced by the good housewives of old
as fiavoring for their famous ginger
cakes. Certainly the demand must
be great for the stuff from the num-
Der of open tigers as we'll as blind
reported in our land whose keepers
so eager to drown the unnatural
thirst trample all laws, both human
and divine, under foot, laughs at the
man who says don't, defies, spends
money, time and talent risking his
soul, his and his neighbor's life all
for the gain and the honor of furnish
ing the thing to quench the thirst Of
his fellow mortals. For one old man.
give him sparkling, refreshing, cool
water and cup of good coffee at
meal time and all is we'll, for twenty
five years the water wagon has been
followed and will be to the end of the
road.
But back to the rain. Several years
ago a near neighbor stopped in out Of
what he thought to be only shower
but soon proved to be veritable
cloud burst. For three hours the
water came in sheets, the house wet
all over. When over he went to view
the scene, a field of oats waist high
could not be seen, all under water,
the neighbor's garden also in sigh.
also two or more feet under water.
Well, he exclaimed, what will become
of my wife and children, for the gar
den is lost. He was consoled as best
could be done, for all shared in the
same fate, still he nor his suffered for
plenty was in store for them, and
while nearly all are kept poor by
these cant be helped things none
suffer or go to bed hungry. Then
what are fortunes worth when We
have to leave them to whom we know
not. All is vanity wrote Solomon,