Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

him.” At another time while breeding a cow in an open field, the bull turned on him and it was only by hitting the bull in the eye that he saved himself; the bull lost the sight of that eye.; The rain did not abate any. The porch was now leaking and dripping down on us. From the swamps came the shrill piping of toads; in a few minutes we separated to brave the rain. I went down the railroad track. I had just started on the road when a man came along in a buggy, on his way to Palestine. He took me in, and entertained me with stories of his youth. He had lived in Palestine 51 years. At his suggestion, I got a bus at Palestine for Columbiana, whe and from their(sic) took the interurban home, thus breaking up an otherwise monotonous trip.