The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1914-08-27

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Then ask ourselves: What is poor
man, that God is mindful of him.
Is it not strange that we do not try
to be good more than we are? We
Come and go, slide and pass,
Before my pen can tell thee what.
Yesterday l came upon a little
headstone at the grave of child in
the flower garden at the old, desert
ed Washington Allston place, burned
in 1888. Time bad leveled the grave
and the shrubbery had nearly hidden
the stone. The inscription was part
ly covered with mould, but read
that the child lived to be 13 years
old. No care is taken of the grave,
and it made me exclaim: so our
last resting place will also soon be
neglected and forgotten.
So methought 'twould be
Every mark on earth by me,
A wave of dark oblivion's sea
Will sweep across the sandy Shore
of Time,
And leave no trace or track of me,
My day, the name bore.
When we arrived here Mr. Wilcox
was having an artesian we'll bored,
and our hopes that we would see it
| finished before we left for home
have been realized, for now there is
fine 2-inch flow of excellent water.
We found the people friendly and
hospitable. They gave US all the
fine tomatoes, okra, beans and onions
we wanted. Some gave fine peaches
and fgs--large, black and most
luscious. l think fg-raising would
be profitable, as we'll as many other
kinds of fruit, such as water.melons.
Mr. Wilcox is a splendid man. His
wife is a daughter of Mr. = James,of
the Kingstree section. The oldest son
is clever young man and did US
service in plotting US through Muir
rell's Inlet to the beach, the oyster
beds and return. 1t is three miles
to the beach when the tide is down and
only half that distance at high tide,
when a short cut may be takea. Mr.
Willcox's house fronts on the Inlet,
it being about rs yards wide and
widens to about 200 near the beach.
| think it much better to be a few
miles back from the ocean, as it lets
US have nice runs going and coming
with boats, sometimes coming and
going, hailing each other, waving
hands and handkerchiefs, regular
merry-go-and-come sport. The bank
in front of Mr. Willcox's is not
more than rs yards, and is firm,
being made of shells that are broken
and can be walked on with bare
feet. The house owned by Mr. Will
cox is an old planters mansion,
large enough for a good hotel, with
many rooms and dining-room large
enough to seat at least Is or more
people. The house was built of last
ing material and is in state of
good preservation.
We had all the fish, oysters, crabs
and shrimps we wanted. We had
stewed and roasted, as we'll as fried
oysters. 1t was such fun at night
to build a great brush fire after
supper out in the grove and throw
a bushel or two of oysters in the
she'll into the fire, all collecting
around opening the shells and eat
ing. 1t was royal sport. One young
lady of our party opened a fine,
large oyster and offered it to me rs
l was sitting by looking on. | had
eaten hearty supper and refused
at first, but as she insisted, | accept.
ed. Directly another was handed
me, which | also accepted with some
misgivings for fear of being made
sick. That young lady was an ex-
pert at oyster opening and, believe
me, Mr. Editor, must have eaten
so fine, fat oysters before that lady
would stop and she would have had
me swallowing right on had the fire
not died down. | thought to my
self with long drawn sigh, what
is it that woman can't make man do?
But, thanks, | felt all right next
morning.
We were at the Inlet eleven days