Back during the Revolutionary War, some British soldiers were badly wounded in a battle with those lousy American traitors. Unable to travel and soon to die, they were left behind by their commanding officer, along with some other men ordered to stay with them until they died and then to bury them. Before the soldiers passed, the group was found by a band of local Indians, who carried the dying men to their nearby “healing spring”, an artesian well. They bathed the men in the waters and gave them plenty to drink. And the dying men, with both feet already in the grave, made full, miraculous recoveries.
Throughout the years, ownership of the springs, still flowing freely today near Blackville, South Carolina, passed through many hands, before a gent named Lute Boylston in 1944 deeded the property “to Almighty God”, thus guaranteeing the springs would remain accessible to all people. Anyone who wants can come and drink, or fill up as many containers as he can carry with the miraculous waters. There was a crowd of about twenty people there the day I visited, made up of families. Yes, I took a drink of the cool, clear waters, and filled a couple of bottles for later use and for posterity. I also soaked my injured foot in some. I’ll let you all know if, or should I say when, it fully heals.
The nearby Healing Waters Baptist Church, founded centuries ago, chose not to have a graveyard, which is good, as that would have contaminated the springs from which the church took its name.