It was an early Saturday mornin’. The sun was just startin’ to turn the gray sky to blue. I had just finished packin’ up the last load of shine. This load would be delivered to a friend of mine up in Clemmons, NC. I had put together a nice mash with apples and honey inside it. It tasted so good I kept an extra six quarts for myself. It would come in handy when the weather got colder.
The old copper still had sat next to the North Fork Edisto River all season long. I had her up in the woods, away from pryin’ eyes. I hated to see this season end. I knew I would not be usin’ this spot again for a long time. I loved this location. A breeze ran past the still most evenin’s when I would wander out this way. You could hear the frogs and crickets in the summertime. Without any houses around to light the sky the stars would go on forever.
This was my location to get close to God. Even without my still, it’s my favorite place in South Carolina to come and think about things. The fella that owns the land is a friend of mine, and he knows I’d never harm anything.
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