Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1917-02-07
"UNCLE Nv" WRITES.
CoIdest Weather in Years. Lit
tie Farm Work Done. Saw
Boil Weeuil. Only Ten
Veterans Left.

Please take notice that I am not
dead yet, neither am I frozen, but
everything that has nc blood or SAP
flowing in it is in the grip of the
ice.
1t may be that tits because / am
old, and the iron in my blood is
getting soft or thin, don't know
which. and needs replenishing, but |
honestly don't remember ever ex-
periencing as cold weather as yes
terdaya (Friday) was. The butter
frozen hard, butter milk cake of
ice and the ground frozen hard, but
don't know whether the moonshine
is or not, as it has become a scarce
article in these diggings, and when
Uncle Sam does his full duty in
helping the States it will be still
scarcer, and won't lot of US be
glad. With whiskey out of the
country, and the pocket pistol, too,
there will be very little or no use
for courts. God grant that it may
soon come.
Anything doing on the farm?
But very little. Ground too wet,
and has been for several weeks.
Small grain, especially oats, looks
all right, but wheat is small, as very
few sowed any till about the last of
November or first Of December.
Well, I guess the boil weevil is
in this section. Why,do / think so?
Well I was sitting on the piazza one
evening last October, and an insect
of some kind took a seat on my
knee, and being a different bug from
any l ever remembered seeing, |
took good look tit. 1t reminded
me go sand doodle, but it had
,Fingz,sssdd something like a-short,
coarse black hair sticking out in
front. Guess it must have been a
proboscis or probe, or something;
but ! was told by. person some
time after that that it was a boil
weevil, and do wish that I had had
a magnifying glass to have taken a
good look at it; hnt any way it was
not a very admirable looking insect,
and | am of the opinion that the
pest IS here.
This section of country is in poor
shape for the weevil to destroy the
cotton cron, as very few of the
farms are under fence, and very
poor pastures, and they small ones.
Bermuda grass grows fine here, but
the farmers try as hard to get rid of
it as if it was poisonous for stock to
eat. Isn't it strange? Trying to
destroy blessing, yet 'tis so.
Rather plant cotton for the boil
weevil than to grow grass for the
COW.
l noticed in a late issue of the
that Capt. w. II. Fra
zier was dead, and would like to
know if it was our w. H. Frazier of
Company l. If SO, another one has
passed over the great divide, and
that brings us down to about eight
or nine, and the question comes,
who next? One thing certain it
won't be long before we will have
ali passed away, and the battle of
our lives will be over, and the
thought comes on whose side, since
we fought in the Civil war. If on
the side of good, for the betterment
of humanity, all will be we'll. If
not, then what? I leave it for each
one to say.
Was sorry I did not see you
while at Edgefeld the week before
Christmas, but Eulie Dorm said the
devil was in front, and he must
hurry, or would have 10 come home
IN the dark, and I thought the old
imp might be close on behind the
auto. So / sat on the seat when |
could, but once in awhile the top of
my head came in contact with some
thing hard overhead. The car was
> John Henry and made the trip,
but not all the way in the middle of
The road, but we got back to our
odging places with whole bone but
badly shook up, but that was before
Christmas and thing of the past,
5ut long to be remembered.
Love to all that love or don't love
ne from
Uncle w."
Harlem, Ga.