. Highways and byways of the South. — youbet you can, said he. They think It Is somethingbig to get away from home to marry. Hagarstown istheir popular resort on my line. One minister therehas been marrying five hundred a year right along,and thats a devil of a mess of them. His usual feesare from twenty-five cents to five dollars. He wonttake anything less than a quarter, and hes turned a The Battle-field of Bull Run ^39 many of em down because they hadnt that know of one couple that went up to Hagarstownand got married, and then didnt have money to takeem both home. It was seventy
. Highways and byways of the South. — youbet you can, said he. They think It Is somethingbig to get away from home to marry. Hagarstown istheir popular resort on my line. One minister therehas been marrying five hundred a year right along,and thats a devil of a mess of them. His usual feesare from twenty-five cents to five dollars. He wonttake anything less than a quarter, and hes turned a The Battle-field of Bull Run ^39 many of em down because they hadnt that know of one couple that went up to Hagarstownand got married, and then didnt have money to takeem both home. It was seventy miles, and she wentalong alone on the regular train and he beat his wayback on a freight. The last forenoon that I spent on the battle-field ashower overtook me, and I made haste to the nearestshelter. This proved to be a house that in ante-bellum days was the dwelling of a negro, Ole JimRobinson. He was free himself, but he married aslave, and therefore his children were all born intobondage. Two of them he bought. The house at. A Ford 240 Highways and Byways of the South the tune of the war was a small log cabin. It hasbeen added to since, but the older portion is practi-cally what it was, and there are numerous bullet-holesin the weather-boarding. Some of the trees, too, inthe yard still bear the scars of battle. Ole Jim Rob-insons son now lives in the house and cares for thelittle farm that goes with it. He came in out of therain soon after I did and reported that he had seenthe tracks of a possum on the borders of the corn-fieldwhere he had been harrin. Is you ? said his wife. Well, yo let him yo bring no possum into dis house. Mother wont eat possum, explained the man. She say dey look too easy. Yo know when deygit ketched hit always seem like dey laughin andev lie still an make believe dey daid — an when deythink yo left em dey creep off jus as mean ! Wehunt em in de night an tree em wid a dog. Ifde possum git in a small tree, we knock him out, anif de tre
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