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The Huff auction held Saturday near Washington was an outstanding illustration of the claim made many times - you haven’t seen Virginia until you have attended a good old country auction. Travel agencies plot itineraries for eager visitors to the Old Dominion which include Natural Bridge, Monticello and Williamsburg, but only the privileged native of Rappahannock County and his nearby cousin, knows the excitement and entertainment of a local auction. Here is where one sees human nature, not history; people, not structures, and action that goes on befitting the occasion.
Old friends greet each othli with cordiality, and courtesy is the order of the day as Virginians carry out their democratic choice without the aid of the law. (Trooper Buntin just checks on the homemade pies and cakes at lunch time.) Cars are parked in limited facilities with due consideration for the other fellow who might wish to leave early, and there is an air of good will and best behavior. The Huff sale was a typical auction combining the atmosphere of a carnival with the thrills of an outdoor circus.
Promptly at 10 a.m. ringmaster and auctioneer, John Walker Jenkins, announced over his squawk box that “we will start right over here at these old farm tools.” With a first bid of 50
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