The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1917-06-28

l dul dUOUl W "lilS "lit uO pol Ci!
from a plow-boy standpoint: (This
may seem a little strange for man
over 70 years of age to say.) But |
have visited the great city of Wash
ington. What impressed me most
along the route was the smallness of
the different crops. But | noticed
one thing, and that was this: The
crops were we'll cultivated; they were
free from grass. Unexpectedly 10
to me | did not see the broad fields
of perhaps 100 acres, such as we
have here in Bamberg and BarnWell
counties, where the country is COM
paratively fiat. This hilly country,
of course, was terraced, and, as we'll
as can Judge, it was done to per-
fection.
was impressed with place called
Aberdeen, because it reminded me of
home. There was a cypress pond
near this place, and good supply of
water, and 1 imagined there were
fish there. There was near this place
also the finest field of little peach
trees I ever saw. Again, there were
sycamore trees. there All this re-
minded me of Home, sweet
Home" l sat by my friend, NJ. A.
Moye, and he was impressed with
Henderson more than any other place
along the route.
Finally We got to Washington,
about l o'clock at night, stopped at
the Vendome hotel. One regret l had
was that We passed through Rich
mond at night, and didn't see much
of the town.
| also visited Baltimore, stopped
at the Caswell hotel, and if the street
cars can show you a town, l saw it.
for rode on them all.
Now about my return trip. board
ed the train after showing my ticket
twice, and thought that everything
was correct, so spent about all the
money l had and finally the porter
came through the train and said
change cars for Atlanta and Char
lotte." This seemed strange to me,
so / inquired of the conductor, and
told him l did not think l had to
change cars. But he told me | was
mistaken, you ought to have chang
ed cars at Hamlet" Now I was at
a place called Monroe, and Hamlet
was 100 miles back, and me with
12c in my pocket and hungry! [
wanted to write something and found
that had dropped my pencil. asked
a negro if he had seen it, and he
said, "No, sir, but will sell you one
for 1c." I have got that pencil now.
This left me; with lie. A long ways
from home and no one that 1 knew
was in sight-all strangers.
But there is something good every
where Except one place and l wont
set that down on paper.) But met
a gentleman-and it is nice to meet
a gentleman. And he noticed l had
South Carolina band on my hat, and
incurred if 1 had been to dinner.
told him no, but 1 wanted some. He
said, Follow me-" After dining he
asked me if he could do anything
else for me. 1 asked him if he would
cash a check for me. He did not
hesitate to do this, and made 1t for
a larger amount than I asked him for.
His name was B. C. Ashcraft; l am
not betting man, but If l was
would bet that he is a gentleman.
While in Washington | was in
company with Capt J. w. Jenny. We
went to hear President Wilson speak,
but every place was crowded, so l
told my friend Jenny it didn't suit
me, and l was going to the wash
ington monument. While walking
through the streets alone I heard my
name called. This was by our Con-
gresham, Jimmie Byrnes, and ne
had Col. Alfred Aldrich with him in
his automobile. He invited me to
ride with him over the town. l ap-
preciated this. Later went through
the park and up in the Washington
monument.
had seen pictures of birdseye
views of cities before. but then real
lied it.
I had read about the Congressmen
in Washington feeding the squirrels
in the park on peanuts. l saw some
boys doing this, and the squirrels
there are as gentle as Robbie Kearses
tabby cat. And there are great big
black birds there. They are as gen.
tie as Miss Pinkie Breland's dominich
hen that is now setting on IA eggs.