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 To fix things better when he can, Although I had scolded quite severe, My treatment was full of care, And had only to complain I feared I should not fare so well again, Proves for one to truly thrive, Must himself hold or drive, At six, P. M., started again, Made better time than rail train, True I had a two-forty nag, And for six miles she didn’t flag, But got me the house of Col. C., Sometime before his time for tea, With his good cheer in the hour of ten, I waited for the Cheraw train; And then behind his bonny mares, Made the depot in time for cars, In due time to Cheraw I got, And made my bed a widow’s cot; The cot was clear, so was the bed, In the morning I had a clear head, And breakfast too, white sugar and tea, Indeed it was prepared for me. After the breakfast I walked the street, Which, I am glad to say, were neat, Indeed it may be the cause That so many have gone to the wars; It was whispered that the small pox Had crept in slyly as any fox, And scared the country folks away, Wood and food worth any pay;