the foot of the table, smilingly urging us to partake bountifully of her good biscuits

(very large), and drink several cups of coffee.  And once in a while grandfather 

lectured on the evils of glutteny and intemperance in eating and drinking.  He was 

the best gunsmith in the community.

        Occasionally he took us on a trip to St. George in horse and buggy.  It was 

a long, hard, slow and tedious trip through twenty miles of sand bed, the scenery 

marked only by the "dull monotony of innumerable pines".  His favorite "time 

passer" was telling us stories from the Bible, and stories and experiences of war
and of every day life. He understood the motives and character of men.  About

nine miles from Walterboro, where the road gets less sandy, there was a store,

kept by Mr. Tom Lott.  All through the heavy sand before we got there, he would

invariably tell us, making many practical observations, the story of Lott's wife and

the destruction of Sodom and Gomorroh.  Tom Lott never knew that his name by

association of ideas produced such learned discourses.  I still never pass the place

without recalling Grandpa's interpretation of the Biblical story.

        Once Aunt Sue, with her husband, E. N. Jones, moved to Quitman, Georgia.

She had on her premises at Walterboro a fine grape arbor, which Grandpa, living close 

by, pruned and nurtured, evidently remembering his fine orchard at Badham.  

Rev.  S. W. Ackerman, a Baptist Preacher, rented her home in her absence.  Grandpa

and Rev.  Ackerman soon got into a fight under the grape arbor.  I never knew 

whether they fell out over the use of the grape arbor, or whether they fought 

because of some scriptural disagreement.  Both were too old to do each other 

much harm.

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Madison Peyton Howell, Jr. Electronic Book
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