The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1916-07-05

rearing to go to Mexico" He looks
as handsome and debonnaire as
usual. g..
Mr.. Cheatham, son of Rev. N.
B. Cheatham, has enlisted and is in
camp rejecting credit on his home
county, his home folks and on the
Citadel of which institution he is a
graduate. ...,
Mr.. Ferguson, an Abbeville coun-
ty boy, is on hand but as yet has not
been fitted out with a uniform,
so the glory and the glamor Of war
has not yet taken full possession of
his soul. He is fine looking young
man and should have no trodble be-
ing mustered in.
We looked every where for Paul
Kennedy but he was the human
needle in this hay stack of men and
was invisible to the naked eye. 1t
would also have given us pleasure to
speak to Ernest Visanska, but he
was so far away and our time so lin
tied that we could not find him in the
crowd.
Bright, bubbling and full of life
was Charlie Lyon, who is shedding
his radiant presence on the Butler
Guards. They tell me he has not
ceased to laugh, whistle and talk
since he arrived in camp. He has
taken as his special pet the Company
mascot, a big bulldog named "Trou-
ble." Charlie looks splendid and he
sent his love to the editor, to Fraser
McDill, to Mr.. Martin and to all the
pretty girls. A broad grin Of happi-
ness a I'd pleasure seemed to follow
Charlie wherever he went. We hope
he. will return from Mexico with all
the honors and glories that war can
bestow upon him.
Gottlob Neuffer has been made a
corporal, W. D. Wilkinson, a high
private and Paul Kennedy, q Ser
geant, distinctions which were 4ner-
tied and give great pleasure to the
people of Abbeville. '.... ..:.
Among the strangers we met, was
Lieutenant Hudgens, of Anderson, a
charming and an attractive young
man. His wife and baby daughter
were down from Anderson to tell
him goodbye and were enjoying the
day. in camp. Lieutenant Hudgens'
father was a comrade of my father,
having served in the 7th South Caro-
lima Volunteers during the war be-
tween the states. He said many
pleasant things about my father and
he put the finishing touches to a
friendship which was growing by
leaps and bounds, when he told us
that he had seen our son Bill and
thought him fine boy.
On the return trip we got back
i7to Columbia about four o'clock
and had dinner, Gottlob and W. D.
Getting leave and going in with US.
Everybody else had soldiers with
them, so we felt very distinguished
having two such fine ones in our
party.
we made the start for home at
twenty minutes to six o'clock. There
were many cars in the road and lit
orally we bit the dust for miles out
of Columbia. We made good time
as long as the daylight lasted and
then our troubles begun. The doc
tor and the professor were our path
finders and they found us path
that carried us out of our road about
twenty miles and landed us in q mud
puddle that seemed to have, more
mud in it than any puddle. in the
world It was red and it was at
fectionate mud. It stuck to US at
every available sticking point. We
brought souvenirs of it home on our
best frocks, in our cars, in our hair
and from our knees down we were
simply encased in it. The little old
Ford rambled through first and when
it almost stuck eve were told to- get
out and walk. Our fine high heel
shoes were of little use to us, having
to be transferred from foot to hand
on the first step, after which we
waded through with as much dignity
as we could command. Mrs. Neuffer
lost her shoes entirely, the mud on
her side of the road being Of such q
clinging disposition that it would not
give them up at all. Charlie re
marked that he got through all right
but that the wheel went round in
the mud "just like q spoon in the
batter cake batter" a 3.
Two miles up the road we came to
what lseemed the jumping of place.
The road was too narrow to turn 30
it became my part to pilot the big car
as it backed up the road about q
quarter of mile to house that we
might inquire the way. In backing
Charlie speeded up q little which put
me into q steady trot. There was
mo time for my shoeless feet to take
account of the rocks, and though out
of breath, I made the trip with sur
Uprising agility considering my age
and my size.
We passed through Greenwood in
a steady downpour Of rain but few
miles beyond our troubles were over
and the stars were shining brightly
when we arrived at Abbeville at two
o'clock in the morning.
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