The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1916-08-03

has it been so fully demonstrated as
now. May God keep our United
States from these troubles. We shall
ali die soon enough, and may our rul-
ers, from President Wilson down,
keep our hands from shedding hu.
man blood.
l am sometimes away from Kings
tree week or more and my friends
on my return ask me if | had good
time. l have but one answer, Yes"
If eating and drinking is good
time l certainly have it. One day
not long since l visited my friend,
Sammy Mouzon. He told me about
cutting a bee tree the day before
and getting three gallons of the fin
est honey. 1t was fine; you'd have
thought 80, too. could you have seen
old Conrad as he sat before q dish Of
pure strained honey and biscuit!
How he did smack his mouth! The
little ones stood around gazing at
me in wonderment. l did not stay
long, las it was time to go back to the
camp at Mr. Willie Dennis. Well,
soldier.like, l carry my haversack
with me on all these trips, and Sam
my's good wife and gentle daugh-
ters filled it with fine snap beans and
sent a pot of beans and bacon sell
dom seen at a camp fire.
Well, l must tell more of my good
luck. The next day, which was last
Monday, l started out in the after
noon on another foraging expedition
across Pudding swamp and took din
ner with my old friend, Dan E Epps.
You may know Dan. He is a broth
er of my lifelong friend. Pete Epps
of Cades. Yes, Pete and | passed
many happy days together, but,now
we men totter, Pete. Good old moth
er. Aunt Betsy, would say to me
sometimes, Conrad i think as much
of you as any of my sons" Good
old soul, may she restin peace. Those
words of hers were like apples Of
gold in pictures of silver" and are
grated deep down in the heart Of
the writer. God bless the offspring
of Uncle Pete andsAunt Betsy. AS
l think of them the tears freely flow.
| also stopped to see Bralie Nc
knight. He is whole-souled fellow
and his wife is a fine woman.
You don't know me as these peo-
pie do, but if you were with me on
some of my trips you would think |
was like Simpsons lion and eater
and would be fully convinced that
was a Sampson eater if you had seen
me with the dish of honey before me
the day | was at Sammy's.
Now, that is not all about my trip
to Workman. l was about to pass
Mr. Jim Wingate's place. He was in
the yard and waved his hand for me
to come in. He gave me some lus-
cious peaches, the first | tasted this
season. l continued on my way and
called at Bralie's, as l started to tell
you. sat down on his back piazza
and remembered those juicy peaches.
| noticed and remarked on some fine
large. ripe tomatoes, and the children
asked me if | liked them uncooked.
Ireplied that none but an idiot would
say he did not. Then | had another
feast all by myself. In about three
minutes Mr. Meningitis daughter
came in with a good-sized dish of
peeled ,salted, peppered and vinegar
ed tomatoes, while the children gazed
steadfastly at the devouring man. 1t
was hard work for me not to swal-
low them whole without chewing,
when Mrs Mcknight came to the
rescue and asked me if | would like
to have some bread. / gladly accept
ed and out came piece of hot light
bread fully ten inches in length and
broader than my right hand, which
is the larger one. | was asked to