I once watched an old turpentine still as it was operating at the Old South Farm Days in Walthourville, GA. It was a very large, and impressive, still. They gave away little bottles of turpentine with a cork in the top. An old man was sitting on a bench watching it run while several younger men tended to it. They would come over and ask the old man questions from time to time, then go back to the still. He was obviously the "seat of knowledge" for turpentine stills.

I loved the smell in the air. But then, I love everything about yellow pines.

SRH

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