. Highways and byways of the South. d a humble abode attached to the stationat the rear. I could get lodging with him, I was told,but it was dangerous. I did not understand — helooked mild and amiable enough. What 1 had to fear, however, was malaria. A mileor two away was the marshy Cooper River, and thestation was on the alluvial lowlands. A vcy fewnights spent on these lowlands would result in seriousand possibly fatal illness. Yet the station master hadlived there twenty-five years. He seemed to be feverproof, and he thought the rest of the whites were super-stitious on the subject. None of
. Highways and byways of the South. d a humble abode attached to the stationat the rear. I could get lodging with him, I was told,but it was dangerous. I did not understand — helooked mild and amiable enough. What 1 had to fear, however, was malaria. A mileor two away was the marshy Cooper River, and thestation was on the alluvial lowlands. A vcy fewnights spent on these lowlands would result in seriousand possibly fatal illness. Yet the station master hadlived there twenty-five years. He seemed to be feverproof, and he thought the rest of the whites were super-stitious on the subject. None of them would stay anight in the low country except in cold weather, andeven the keepers of the two little stores had theirhouses on the pinelands three or four miles 1 went, too. I started to walk, but was soon overtaken by anegro driving an ox-cart, and I rode with him as far as The Cotton Patch In Harvest Thne 269 he went. He had a single ox harnessed like a horseand hitched between the cart shafts. The ox wore a. An Ox in Harness bridle, had a bit in its mouth, and was guided with ropereins. The negro kept gadding on the beast with therope ends and we progressed at a brisk, jerky companion had only lived in this section a had bought a piece of forest, built a cabin, clearedup a patch of new groun by grubbing out theunderbrush and deadening the big trees, and hehad raised a crop of corn. Next year he would planta portion of the land to cotton. He liked the region,but complained, I have de country fever bad, an* Iexpec Ill keep on havin it until I git climantized. 270 Highways and Byways of the South We passed a number of negro houses with theirlittle clearings, and we met several groups of coloredwomen and children returning from work in somewhite mans cotton patch, carrying their empty pick-ing-bags over their shoulders. One or two of thegirls had found a few strips of bark in the waysidewoods, and were taking the bark along, poised ontheir h
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