Wednesday 29, 1885. JACK McABEE, a white lad, about 13 years old was driving an ox wagon for W.H. GOWEN near Campobello last week. He was found on the road dead. It seems that the fore wheel struck a sapling and brought it down suddenly across his neck and mashed him down on the tongue and broke his neck or choked him. The oxen stopped still and he was found pressed down by the sapling. ---------- One of the merchants of Gaffney's informed us last week that they had all turned farmers. That is commendable. We will take pleasure in going down to that thriving town any day when the thermometer is 85 in the shade and SOL SIMON is plowing a steer and STEADIE LIPSCOMB, a bucking Texas pony, and EDGAR WILKINS is steering a blind mule along a cotton row. It would be better than a circus. ---------- Captain TRIMMIER is getting golden returns in the way of fine milk and butter from his rye lots. You can pasture up to the first of June and plant corn and peas. You need not be afraid of over-cropping the land if you plow deep and manure liberally. ---------- BETWEEN WELLFORD AND HOLLY SPRINGS The farmers are very busy at this time. Some are putting in guano and some few are putting cotton in the ground. We have some enterprising farmers in our section. I will mention, W.C. STEWART, W.E. McMAKIN and JNO. C. SOUTHERN. The former has bought what he calls the buggy plow. He sowed peas in his stubble last summer, turned them under last fall with his big plow and sowed his wheat using a Barley's patent smoothing harrow. He has fine wheat here. MR. A.R. BALLINGER in our section, sells us all we are able to pay for in the fall. He is doing a lively business as a merchant. We are having a fine Sunday School, numbering some 90 pupils. We meet every Sunday at 3pm. Our prayer meeting is on the increase. We are still carrying it from house to house. Sunday night, the 12th instant, we meet at Brother JOSEPH EDWARDS and a good meeting we had. Another Brother and I started for Brother EDWARDS before supper, it being several miles distant. When supper time came we thought of what you said in the Spartan recently. A dish of turnip greens was on the table with a hog jole on top of it. Well your many readers can guess how we fared and what we did, you bet. ---------- WILLIS ALLEN was in town last Saturday from Union County and gave us a strange chapter in natural history. He said that FRANK BLANTON, a neighbor of his, was out hunting and he killed the mother of some very young squirrels. He cut down the tree and secured four of them unhurt and carried them home to a cat that had lost her kittens. She took charge of the squirrels and became very fond of them and now they are frisky little fellows running everywhere and growing finely. They seem to like their step-mother very much. ---------- MR. A. TOLLESON left for New York Monday. When he returns he will make a display of goods that will be especially attractive to wholesale buyers. - MRS. B.F. BAILEY, of Union, is spending a few days with her sister, MRS. L.E. THOMAS on North Church street. - MISS CAROLINE CANNON, born June 15th, 1830, died March 30th, 1885. Funeral will be preached at Zion Hill church the 3rd Sunday in May. ---------- nancie o. - share, don't sell.