Reminiscences
W. G. Curtis
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(Forgotten Books, Feb. 1, 2018)
Excerpt from ReminiscencesAnd cinders'which accompanied at that time the traveller on railroads, he would take a good supper and come down into the waiting room of the hotel, to continue the friend ship so pleasantly initiated on his arrival. The next morning he would take a trip around the city, and would find its business to con sist mostly of saw mills, turpentine distilleries to carry away the pro duct of which the wharves were lined with vessels mostly schoon ers in the coastwise trade, and on the street bordering the river on the wharves, commission mer chants dealing in lumber, and naval stores. These he would find to be men of large experience in that line of business. He would be told that the raw turpentine used in the manufacture of these articles before mentioned was extracted from the pine trees with which the country was covered for many miles, and which lined every creek, river and estuary in the eastern part of North Carolina. Being inclined to examine further into this business he would employ the services of a carriage, and driver, or perhaps a saddle horse, and would go across the ferry to the mainland beyond, from whence he would continue his journey toward Shallotte. At every turn he would meet negroes with the tools neces'sary to cut into the trees that the turpentine might run out there from, and he would be surprised to hear the musical yodlin g which resounded through the woods in every direction that it seemed to him for miles away, and he would conclude, that the makers of tur pentine were a set of men who made themselves happy by this peculiar yodling as they passed from tree to tree hacking each till each negro had finished his task, which was to hack ten thousand boxes or trees, once a week. You would see the turpentine running down the tree into boxes notched for catching it. Then where trees are hacked more than one year, he would see the white face of the tree as far as his eye could reach, stopping at night with a turpen tine farmer who was always glad to see him, and invite him to par take of his hospitality. As the negroes came in from their work at night, they continued their yod ling until the woods resounded, and when some happy and melo dions sound could he heard every where. The whole country seem ed to be devoted to this business; there were few fields of corn to be seen or any other crop, for the turpentine farmer was engrossed in the occupation of making tur pentine. Near everv dwelling house, there was to be seen a coop ers shed, where the rough barrels we] 0 made for containing turpen tine; when the barrels were filled with this product. Of the forest, the mules, and the wagons would.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.