Camden Commercial Courier

In a forest, near the line dividing Sumter and Kershaw Districts, an old Woodman and his son, (names not mentioned) were in the wood hewing timber when the clouds began to thicken and whirl in the element, in a short time, the tempest arose to the highest pitch. the sun was shut in behind the sooty cloud, and the face of the earth looked desolate and dreary, the clouds bursted, and the rain fell in torrents. when the father and son sought shelter beside two trees, which stood a few paces apart. when a stroke of lightning flashed down the tree where the boy was standing and felled him to the ground. The old Woodman, in a few bounds reached the spot, and found his boy lifeless. He now became somewhat exasperated--and cried out in a loud voice, "Now try me," he drew his cap from his head, and then took his stand. the lightning. (he said) took nine fair strokes on his naked head and did not break the skin!

The old man tells this for a fact, and we of course, doubt it not.