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ENQUIRER -SOU: COLUMBUS, GEORGIA. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1890
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WHERE SHE COMES.
With heavy elders overhung,
Half hid in clover masses.
An old fence rambles on, among
The tangled meadow grasses.
It makes a shade for lady fern
Which nestles close beside it;
While clematis, at every turn.
And roses almost hide it.
In shade of overhanging sprays
And down a sunny hollow,
By hazel copse, and woodland ways.
The winding fence I follow;
By rose and thorn and fragrant dew,
In search of something sweeter—
The orchard gap, where she comes through.
And I go down to meet her!
The sunhght, slants along the fence,
Where lichens gray it over.
And stirs a hundred dreamy G..ents
From fern and mint and clover;
But though the air is sweet today
I know of something sweeter:
That she can only come this way,
And I am sure to meet her!
And so, while chipmunks run a match
To tell the wrens who’s coming,
And all across the brier patch
There sounds a drowsy humming—
The hum of honey seeking bees—
I seek for something sweeter:
A gap amongst the apple trees,
Where I am going to meet her!
— Charles B. Going in Scribner’s.
A SPECTRE HELMSMAN.
In the summer of 1839 the ship Vul
can. under the command of Capt. Isaac
Johnson, was on her homeward bound
passage from the Indies with half a
cargo of tea. and she stopped at Cape
Negro, on the coast of Benguela, after a
lot of ivory to make up her load. Hav
ing gone on shore at the Cape the
captain learned from the native con
tractor that he would have to go some
fifteen miles up the Cannibal’s river, as
the elephant hunters had all the boats
further up in the country, so that con
sequently they had not been enabled to
bring the ivory down.
Capt. Johnson was somewhat disap
pointed at this cause for delay, but with
out waiting to find useless fault he de
termined to man his own boats and pro
ceed at once up the river. It required
four trips to bring all the ivory down,
but as they had opportunity to take ad
vantage of the slight tides the task was
accomplished in four days. On the last
trip the captain went himself, leaving
the first mate in charge of the ship, and
on arriving at the small village where
the ivory was stored he was not a
little surprised to find that nearly all the
miserable huts were deserted. Several
times Capt. Johnson inquired the mean
ing of this, but the natives were either
unable or unwilling to give any plain
answer, and it was not until the last lot
of tusks had been conveyed to the boats
and the natives had been remunerated
for their labor that the least clew could
be obtained as to the cause of this strange
desertion, and then for the first time the
captain received the startling intelli
gence that the cholera was sweeping
down the river!
As soon as this fact became known to
the seamen they wildly huddled into
their boats, as though the fearful death
angel was at their heels, and silently,
yet with powerful strokes, they pulled
down the fatal stream. At length they
reached their ship, and though they
breathed somewhat more freely as they
trod their own deck, yet each counte
nance bore the stamp of deep fear. The
ivory was soon got on board, and with
all haste the old Vulcan was got under
Way. It was nearly night when the
ship got off, and with a good breeze
from the northward and eastward she
stood well on her course. On the next
morning, shortly after breakfast, and
while the crew had begun to think that
they had no occasion for further fear, a
young man mimed Walter Addison was
taken suddenly sick.
Young Addison was the favorite both
of the officers and the crew, and as it
was reported that he was thus ill a gen
eral consternation seized upon all hands.
The young man felt at first a giddiness
and a sickly chill, and in the course of
two hours he sank into an alarming de
bility, the countenance assuming a
deadly paleness and liis skin liearing all
the appearance of a corpse. Poor Addi
son suffered till noon, and then the
startling announcement went through
the ship that he was dead.
This was the first, but who should be
the next? A panic had seized upon the
mem the cholera was with them, and
none dared remove the form of their
dead shipmate from his berth. Night
approached, and with it came an almost
dead calm, bat the corpse still remained
in the forcastle, nor did the men dare to
go thither. The captain urged that the
longer presence of the body would breed
more daDgerous contagion, but the only
answer be received was a mournful
shake of the heads about him.
At length, finding that all arguments
were useless, he turned to his mate and
asked him if he would assist himself in
throwiug the body of the dead man over
board. The mate at first hesitated, but
in a moment he signified his consent, and
together himself and the captain went
down into the forecastle. They dared
not remain long enough with the corpse
to sew it up, nor even to attach to it a
sinking weight, but throwing over it a
single blanket, they managed to get it
upon deck and lay it across the bul
wark of the starboard bow. A moment
Capt. Johnson hesitated—he opened his
lips, breathed a prayer for the soul of
the departed, and then, while a shudder
ran over his frame, he let the cold form
of young Walter Addison slide into the
blue water! Instinctively be cast his
^eyes over the side as the deed was done,
•dhd by the pale phosphorescent light he
couraUust see the corpse 6ink, then rise
and siffk again, and then with a neavy
step and a still heavier heart he walked
aft. i
The first watch had been set, but the
other watch dared not go below, and
huddling themselves beneath the long
boat they sought the repose which they
feared to seek where their companion
had died: but each seemed to fear his
neighbor, for none knew where the con
tagion might be. At 11 o'clock the
slight breathings of the air, which
seemed for the last few hours to have
had no settled point, began to gather
more force from the northward and
westward, and ere long a good fresh
breeze filled the ship’s canvas and started
her through the water. The wind con
tinued to increase, and before midnight
all hands were called to take in the top-
gallantsails. At 12 o’clock the mid
watch was set, and all hands were for a
few momenta brought in contact with
each other. No further symptoms of
the dreaded pestilence had appeared, and
they began to take hope.
It was half pas{ 12 o’clock. An old
seaman named Bill Shippen had the
helm, while the remainder of the watch
were either in the gangway or else for
ward. The wind continued fresh, but
yet steady, and the old ship was close
hauled upon it, lying some two points
off from her true course. The ship’s bell
was suspended over the binnacle, and
old Shippen reached over and struck the
first half hour after midnight. He had
just resumed his position, and was gaz
ing intently at the compass, when he
felt a hand laid upon his shoulder, and
on turning around he beheld by the
struggling beams of the binnacle lamp
the pale, deathly features of Walter Ad
dison!
For an instant the old sailor remained
rooted to the spot, and then, uttering a
sharp cry of fear, he let go the wheel and
darted forward. In a moment the ship
began to fall off, and as she brought the
flat surface of broad canvas to the wind
she heeled over alarmingly; but soon the
pale specter that had frightened the
helmsman from his post caught the
wheel, and laid the helm hard down, and
ere long the ship was once more to the
wind.
Shippen’s cry had started all hands
from their listlessness, for they thought
the cholera fiend had assailed him, but
from his broken ejaculations they soon
learned what was the matter, and in a
body they crowded aft, and by the dim
light from the binnacle they saw the
specter helmsman! Every knee trembled,
and every tongue clove to the roof of its
mouth. None dared to approach him,
nor did any move back. At this juncture
the captain came on deck. His eye
caught the corpse like form that still
held the wheel, and he, too, was riveted
to the spot where he stood.
“Shipmates, relieve me from here, or
I shall faint. I am cold and weak!” at
length came from the lips of the seem
ing specter, in faint, agonized tones.
Capt. Johnson hesitated an instant,
and then he rushed forward and laid his
hand upon the trembling form before
him. It was cold and wet, but he knew
that it was a living man. One after an
other of the men gathered about, and
before long all knew that young Walter
Addison still lived. The captain had
him conveyed to the cabin, where every
thing that could be thought of was ad
ministered for his comfort, and it was
not long before he sufficiently revived to
give an account of his strange escape
from the cold, deep grave to which he
had been consigned.
It seemed that young Addison had
fallen into that deathlike lethargy which
not infrequently results from sudden
cholera, and which, as all who are ac
quainted with the disease must be aware,
so nearly resembles death that even the
best physicians have been deceived by
it. The sudden immersion in the cold
water had revived his dormant senses,
and as the ship had but a slight motion
at the time he came to a partial realiza
tion of his situation before she had
passed him, and by considerable exer
tion he managed to get hold of the rud
der chains. He tried to call for assist
ance, but Ills tongue was so swollen that
he found it impossible, and after remain
ing upon the chains long enough to re
gain more strength he worked his way
up till he got hold of the lanyards of the
cabin dead lights.
From thence he reached the lashings of
the stem boat, but here weakness again
overpowered him, and after working his
way into the boat he remained some time
insensible, but at length he revived and
came on board. He had tried to speak,
but he could not. When the helmsman
fled from the wheel he had sense enough
to see the ship’s danger, and from the
impulse of a sort of instinct he seized
the wheel and brought her up to the
wind.
The morning dawned, and the next
day passed, then another, and another,
bat th- death fiend came not again! He
had lost his first intended victim and he
left the ship in peace.—Sylvanna Cobb,
Jr., in Yankee Blade.
Be Got the Job.
Farmer Crane, who lives over on the
town line, has some very unique meth
ods of examining the men who apply to
him from time to time for work.
One evening a tall, big boned fellow,
in his shirt sleeves, asked Crane if he had
any work to da
“I don’t know,” said the farmer.
“Can yon tend horses?”
“Yes, indeedy. I’ve worked about
horses all my life.”
“Come around here to the pump,” said
Crane, and he led the way to a common
sucker rod pump near the barn. Going
inside be got a long, narrow pitcher, and
placed it under the spout. “There,”
said he, “pump that pitcher full of wa
ter.” The big boned fellow complied,
carefully pumping the pitcher full with
out spilling a single drop.
“That’ll do,” said Crane. “Go inside
and get ready for supper; I’ll give you a
job in the morning. ”
About a week later the big boned fel
low asked Crane what pumping the
pitcher full of water had to do with his
getting a job.
“Well, Til just tell you. This is
mighty dry weather, and water is get
ting scarce. Yon must have thought
that far, for yon didn’t spill any water.
If yon hadn’t pumped hard the water
would have been spilled, and if you had
pumped too hard the water would have
gone over the pitcher. Now, the way I
argue is this: If a fellow don’t pump
hard enough he won’t work hard
enough. If he pumps too hard he’ll
work too hard for a little while, and 1
don’t want either kind to work for me.
You pumped exactly right, and you got
a jot,”—Toledo Blade,
Tied Hlc Bene to e Grasshopper.
Miss Cooper, a daughter of the novel
ist, James Fenimore Cooper, states that
when in Paris she saw a French transla
tion of her fathers tale, “The Spy,” in
which there were several mistakes, hut
one of them was sneh that it was almost
incredible that any one could possibly
have been guilty of it. The residence of
Mr. Wharton, one of the characters who
figure in the story, is spoken of by the
author as “The Locusts.” Now, the
translator had evidently been ignorant
of the circumstance of there being any
species of trees bearing this name.
Having, therefore, looked up the word
in his dictionary, and finding the defini
tion to be given as “Les Bauterelles”—
grasshoppers—thus he rendered it in the
text. Presently, however, he came across
a paragraph in the novel in which it was
stated that a visitor to the house of Mr.
Wharton had tied his horse to a locust.
Then it might be naturally supposed
that the translator would at once have
discovered his error. Not a bit of it!
His reasoning would appear to ha ve been
somewhat on a parity with that of a cele
brated countryman of his, when he de
clared that “if the facts do not agree
with the theory, so much the worse for
the facts.”
Nevertheless, the writer seems to have
been conscious that some explanation
was due of so extraordinary a statement
as that a horseman had secured his steed
to a grasshopper. So he went on gravely
to inform his readers that in America
these insects grow to an enormous size,
and that in this case one of these, dead
and stuffed, had been stationed at the
door of the mansion for the convenience
of the visitors on horseback!—Bookmark.
Stanley After His Return.
Nothing worried Stanley more than a
tap at the door while he was writing.
He sometimes glared like a tiger ready
to spring. When his courier kuocked
tremblingly at his door he would cry
out, “Am I a prisoner in my own house?"
“I’ve brought you this telegram, sir.”
“Well, I detest telegrams. Why do
you persist in bringing them?”
Every time Sali, his African servant,
approached the den the least thing he
expected was that the inkstand would be
thrown at his head.
One day he originated a new way of
saving his head. He had a telegram to
deliver, so he ingeniously fixed it on the
end of a long bamboo, and getting the
door just ajar he poked it into the room
and bolted.
Although averse to reading correspond
ence, Stanley read 6ome letters with
keen delight, and one in particular from
a little girl. It contained the following
characteristic lines:
“It was very kind of you to go through
such perils to rescue Emin Pasha. I
liked so much to hear of your fighting
against the dwarfs, and should like to
see one very much. They must look so
funny, being so small. I. am a little
school girl at school, and 1 am 11
yearn old. I am very fond of geography,
and am always longing to go round the
world. ”—Scribner’s.
He Wanted the Best.
Speaking of the Hindoo deity reminds
me of a story a friend of mine told me
the other day about his little hoy, and
which is entirely true. The little fellow
is very slow dressing in the morning,
and to cure him of this habit his parents
told him the next time he failed to be
ready as soon as the others he would
have to go without his breakfast. Being
tardy again, when he came to the table
he was informed that he must either eat
bread and water or do without eating at
all. The-boy was silent and would not
eat. The father, not wishing him to go
altogether without food, said:
“You might be situated so you wouid
be glad to have bread and water. Sup
pose you were away out on the ocean,
and the angels should fetch you bread
and water and tell you that you must
eat that or nothing, what would you do?”
“I wouldn’t do neiver,” was the an
swer. “I’d just want what God had for
breakfast.”—Pittsburg Dispatch.
Exploding for Water.
The practice of American oil well
sinkers of firing the torpedo to start a
dry or increase the flow of a sluggish
well has been taken advantage of in Eng
land successfully in the ease of water.
At the Heme Bay Water works a well
bored into the chalk 573 feet deep from
the surface yielded little or no water,
and upon the advice of Messrs. John
Taylor & Sons two charges of roburite
were fired—the first consisting of twen
ty-seven pounds of the explosive placed
at the bottom of the bore hole, and the
second of twenty-five pounds at fifty feet
above the former. The second shot had
the desired result, and produced a vol
ume of water estimated at 50,000 gallons
a day, which rose to the top of the well.
—New Orleans Picayune.
Language Oddities.
m a recent lecture a professor of lan
guages, in commenting on the difficul
ties foreigners had to overcome before
they could master our language, made
mention of the following philological
oddities: The letter c changes lover
into clover; d makes a crow a crowd; k
makes eyed keyed; g changes son into
song; 1 transforms a pear into a pearl:
s changes a hoe into a 6hoe; t makes
bough bought; and w makes omen
women.—St. Louis Republic.
A Study in Philology.
Sumway—It is strange how one word
brings up another in the mind.
Mrs. Sumway—So it is.
Sumway—Now the word “sardines”
always suggests to me the word “com
pact.”
Mrs. Sumway—I wonder why.
Sum way—Because they compact—
come packed very compactly too.—West
Shore.
Where She Should Be.
Mrs. De Fashion—What! Did your
daughter marry for love?
Mrs. Oldtime—Indeed she did. Would
you like to see her?
“Well, yes, unless she is exhibiting
herself at some dime museum.”—Good
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Birmingham,Ala
Columbus, Ga.
Columbus, Ga.
Amerieus, Ga.
Americus, Ga
Cordela, Ga. *
S.A.&M.'depo
Cordeie, Ga.
Helena, Ga.
Lyons, Ga.
Lyons, Ga.
Savai.ua!;, Ga.
. Ar.
Lv
No. 5 Daily
Westward.
6:00 a m
10:15 p in
10:10 p m
7:50 p m
7:40 p ta
6:25 p m
6:10 p m
3:46 p m
2:05 p m
1:55 p m
10:30 a ni
The only line running soli trains and Pullman
Buffet Sleeping Cars bet veen Savannah and
Birmingham. Connections at Birmingham, Sa
vannah and Columbus with lines diverging; at
Americus with Central railroad; at Cordeie with
G. S. & P. railroad; at Helena with E. T., V. fit
G. railway; at Lyons with Central railroad.
-Meal Station.’ No. 6 takes breakfast at Ellar
ville.
W. N. MARSHALL. E. S. GOODMAN,
Gen. Superintendent. Gen. Pass. Agent,
J. M. CAROLaN, S. E. Pass. Agt.,
Savannah, Ga. E. A. SMITH,
Western Pa“S. Agt., St. Louis Mo.
The Columbus Southern
RAILWAY CO.
Through daily train and quick time be
tween Albany and Griffin. Immediate
connection at Griffin for Atlanta, New
York, Washington, Cincinnati, Louisville
and Nashville, and close connection at
Albany for all points in Florida and South
ern Georgia.
NORTH BOUND.
* t t
Leave Albany 7 30 a. in.I 3 00 p. m.]2 29 p. m.
Arrive Columbus.il 15 a. m.| 7 OOp. m.|8 00 p. m.
SOUTH BOUND.
Leave Columbus...7 40 p. m.i 8 00 a. m 6 30a.m‘
Arrive Albany....II 25 p. m.|12 00 p. nt|12 50a. in ,
Daily, t Daily except Sunday. + Sunday
only.
Through tickets to all points on sale by agenta
and at General Passenger Office, room No. 1.,
Webster building.
Samuel P. Parrott,
C. H. Smith, General Manager,
General Passenger Agent.
Western Railway of Ala
bama.
Quickest and best. Three hundred miles shortet
to New York than via Louisville. Close connec
tion with Piedmont Air Line and Western and
Atlantic Kailroad.
August 24,1890. | No. 55. | No. 53. I No. 81.
Leave New Orleans.
Leave Mobile
Leave Selma
Leave Montgomery.
Leave Chehaw
Arrive Columbus...
Leave Columbus ...
Leave Opelika
Arrive West Point.
Arrive LaGrange...
Arrive Newnan
Arrive Atlanta
11 40 a m
115 pm
203 pm
2 36pm
3 46 pm
5 25 pm
3 15 pm
7G0pm
4 30pm
115 a m
2 28 am
415am
10 50 pm
3 23 a m
4 00am
4 26 a m
6 24am
6 60am
8 00pia
12 40 am
5 40 a in
74fiaa
8 06am
1116 a m
10 50pm
10 05 a m
10 63 a m
1119 am
1211pm
130pm
Via W. and A. Kailroad.
Leave Atlanta
7 50 a m
1135 am
1140 am
1 00 pm
6 40 a m
7 06pm
818 pm
Arrive Dalton
Arrive Chattanooga
Arrive Cincinnati
Arrive Nashville
1015 pm
11 40 pm
3 50 pm
515am
Via the Piedmont Air Line to New York and East,
Leave Atlanta
Arrive Charlotte
Arrive Richmond
Arrive Washington
Arrive Baltimore
Arrive Philadelphia
ArriveNew York
7 10 am 600pm
5 30pm 3 40am
5 15 am 3 30pm
653am 7 13pm
8 25 a m il 35 pm
10 47 a ml 3 00 a m
1 20 pml 6 20am
~TraiiTNo. 51, Pullman Palace car New Orieana
to Atlanta and Atlanta to New York without
change.
Train No. 50 carries Pullman Buffet Sleeping
car between Atlanta and New Orleans.
TrainB Nos. 52 and 53 carry Pullman Buffet
Sleeping car between New Orleans and Washing
ton.
7 30am
1158 am
South Bonnd Trains. I No. 54. | No. 50. i No. 52.
120pm 10 05pm
5 30am
340pm 10 50pm
5 14 pm 12 20 a m
6 07pm, 228am
7 25pm! 345am
9 20pm; 9 30am
2 10 a m | 8 111 s a
7 00am! 215pm
Leave Atlanta
Arrive Columbus
Leave Columbus —
Arrive Opelika
Arrive Chehaw
Arrive Montgomery.
Arrive Selma
Arrive Mobile
Arrive New Orleans.
CHAS. H. CBOMWELL.
Traffic Manager.
EDMUND L. TYLER,
General Manager.
. CAMP, Passenger Agent,
ftv Drug Store Columbus Gs,
HAS
NEVER FAILED!
O. F. O.
Cotton’s Pile Cure
Never fails to cure all forms of hemorrhoids.
Chronic cases of long standing cured by the use
of C. P. C. C. P. C. is also a healing salve for
ulcers, sores, carbuncles, etc.
TESTIMONIAL.
(From Vice-President Chattahoochee Valley Ex
position Co.)
Colcmbcs, Ga., March 26,1889.
Mr. W. C. Cotton—Dear Sir: I have used your
Pile Ointment with satisfactory results. Have
not suffered any for over a year. Yours truly,
T. J. Hunt.
r- Wholesale at Patterson & Thomas and
Brannon & Carson.