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ENQUIRER-SON: COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 26,1890. A NORTH CAROLINA TRIP INTERVIEW WITH THE NATIVES OF CHEROKEE COUNTY'. (HARMING ALICE MACGOWAV GETS THERE—PHOEBE AND CIDER MILL MAN—INDIAN NAMES AND THEIR ENGLISH EQUIV ALENT. Murphy, N. C., October 21.—[Special.] —Asheville is is a very pretty place, Hough I can hardly understand its enor mous popularity as a resort, both winter and summer. Altitude, pure, bracing mountain air, and fine mountain scenery, it shares with many other places in this Western North Carolina section. Being more a place of residence than one of business, it has an uncommonly larce proportion of fine places, surrounded l,v beautiful grounds. Buncombe county, ot which it is the county site, reverses the usual order of things, and compels all stock to he securely fenced, leaving com wheat and other fields, meadows, orchards and city lots almost universally uninclosed. The result is pleasant in the country, and to me quite old. As Phebe and I passed along between tall corn and tempting rows of apple trees,we agreed between ourselves that such behavior was a premium on crime, and removed all moral responsility from tired and hungry wayfarers; but no body, 1 think, can assert that she took an ear of corn or a mouthful of oats here and I an apple there, and certainly neither of us will tell. In Asheville itself the effect is still more pleasing in contrast with most places of its si/.e in this country, where one sees cattle and pigs in greater or less profusion in the streets, and every green thing that is getatable is gnawed to the ground. Hi re the lawns and terraces slope down, j loveliness,the softest and most enchant- I thought, to make them understand that I wanted a cup of milk. So I began by looking very ^hungry (which was no ef fort), then reached out my hand and received an imaginary cup from them, which I drank with greedi ness. One of the younger ones hurried into the cabin and brought out a cup to me, but alas, it was filled with only water. I was at my wits' end. I looked abont; no cow was in sight, though I had seen occasional groups of pretty, sleek cattle all along my way; I tried milking in pan tomime, but must have given an imper fect production, for they could not under stand, though they tried hard to do so. Suddenly a bright thought struck me; “Moo-oo-oo-oo!” said I, ‘ • Moo-woo-woo!’ ’ and looked earnestly at them and then into the cup. The effect was even beyond my expecta tions. They screamed with laughter at the earnestness and sincerity of my per formance, much as yon would have done. The oldest woman clapped one of the girls on the shoulder and gave her some instruc tions in soft, musical Cherokee,whereupon she went to a little sort of spring houses, and soon returned with a small crock of nice milk and some pieces of a sort of soft moist corn bread with whole boiled chest nuts thickly interspersing it, like the plums in a Christmas pudding. This is the Indian chestnut bread. It is made like the “hot tamales” of the Mexicans, of handground corn, wrapped in corn- husks and boiled; only here instead of the addition of the pork there are the ches- nuts; and it is, to a very hungry person, altogether delicious. In the late afternoon the mountains sud denly opened away from the road. I rounded a little curve and the Ocoaluftee lay before me, while beyond were the snowy palings, green lawn and trees, and attactive buildings of the Cherokee school which was the Mecca of my present pil grimage. The beautiful, beautiful O-co-naluttee! Of all the charming mountain streams I forded or traveled beside since leav ing the Roan, this lias the most idyllic laying back her ear sind snapping sharply J nent member of the society and of the at his hand. I was ashamed of her ill- manners and began apologizing 1 but it was entirely unnecessary; the great, good-hu mored fellow roared with laughter, and brought handfuls of sweet apples to feed the little vixen, saying: “Is all right; not means some harm—he is a giri and has not much sense; he not knows some better. Alice MacGowan. SOUTHERN NOTES IN NEW YORK. reception of the twman's press club TO MBS. NICHOLSON, OF NEW ORLEANS —COMIC OPERA AT WEST POINT PERSONAL AND LITERARY ITEMS. New York, Octeber 23.—[Special.]—A very charming but quiet affair, owing to the early season, was the reception given at the Park Avenue Hotel by the Woman's Press Club to Mr. and Mrs. George Nich olson, editors and proprietors of the New Orleans Picayune. Mrs. Isabel Malton, better known as “Bab” Mrs. J. T. Percy, of the staff of Frank Leslie’s Weekly, and Mrs. Emma Moffet Tyng, three Southern ladies, assisted Mrs. Croly president of the Club in receiving. The rooms used were the commodious suite of the Park Avenue Hotel, the large library offering cozy nooks and pleasant opportunities for chats which are so prized at all such parties, while it was not large enough for people to lose in it either themselves or the music of the or chestra, which played softly during the evening within a bower of trees at the farther end of the room. Mrs. Mary E. Bryan, Miss Watterson, the “woman” of_ the Evening Sun, Mrs. Harby and Mrs. McQueen McIntosh of Georgia, were among the friends who re newed their pleasant acquaintance with the guest of the evening, while Miss Confederate Veteran Camp of New York. Colonel Snead was a Virginian by birth and before the war was editor of the St, Lonis Bulletin. He joined General Jack son’s staff at the outbreak of the war and was made adjutant-general of the Missouri State Guard. He was elected in 1864 to the Confederate Congress and after the war became managing editor of the New York Daily News when he wrote 11 The fight for Missouri.” Colonel Snead was a mem ber of the Union Club and was well known as a magazine writer and journalist. ,In social circles he was popular as a cultivated man and a delightful companion, * * * * Messrs. D. Appleton & Co., will publish in a few weeks a novel by Colonel Richard Malcolm Johnson called 11 Widow Guth rie,” a story of Georgia town life, which is said to be one of the most interestins works this gifted Southern writer has yet produced. The illustrations, which are numerous and artistic, are from the pencil of E. W. Kembler. In the Ledger of last week Miss Julia Magruder, a daughter of General John B. Magruder, began a novel entitled Jephtbah's daughter, which prom ises to be a beautiful and truthful adapta tion of the Biblical story. Steell & Livingston. CRAND PREMIUM OFFER! -A. SET OF TT-TTT! PADDY CARR. A N'o/eD INDIAN CHARACTER WHO LIVED NEAR COLUMBUS. In Twelve Urge Volumes, Which we Offer with a Tear’s Subscription to this Paper for a Trifle More ttiu> Our Regular Subscription Price. Wishing to largely increase the circulation of this paper during the next six months, we have made arrangements with a New York publishing house whereby we are enabled to offer as a js-eminm to onr subscribers a Set of th» Works of Charles Dirk- ens, in Twelve Large and Handsome Volumes, with a year’s subscription to this paper, for a trifle more than our regular sub- ecription price. Our great offer to subscribers eclipses any ever heretofore made. Charles Dickens was the greatest novelist who ever lived. No author before or since bis time bas won the fame that he achieved, and his works are even more popular to-day than during 'i his lifetime. They abound in wit, humor pathoe, masterly delineation of character’ vivid descriptions of places and incidents’ thrilling and skillfully wrought plots. Each book is intensely interesting. No Loweshould be without a set of these great and remark able works. Not to have rend them is to be far behind the age in which we live. The set of Dickens’ works which we offer as a premium to our subscribers is handsomely printed from entirely new plates, wi h new type. The twelve volumes contaiu the following world-famous works’, each one of which is pub-" lished complete, unchanged, and absolutely unabridged: r CHARLES PICKENS. Fort Mitchell, October 26.—Editor Enquirer-Sun: Having seen in the pa pers recently some allusions to the noted Indian, Paddy Carr, which were, I think, somewhat erroneous, and believing that a correct account of him will be interesting Sheridan, Miss Beverly Sitgreaves of the j to some of your readers, I venture to tell Madison Square Theatre, Mjss Jordan, the j you what I know of him. I believe that I newest recruit of the “World,” who hails ; alone am left of all his immediate neigh- from Chicago, were for the first time in- bors who knew him prior to his removal and beautiful, lit up by clumps of j ments of silver water, flowing be- scarlet sage and beds ot vari-colored fol iage; plants, to the side walks, with no sort ot inclosure, or if there is a bit of wall, one foot or eighteen inches in height, or a light tracery of iron fence, it is garlanded old half-covered with creeping and bloom- ng vines, myrtles, nasturtiums and other :raceful trailers, hanging their prodigal vealth of crimsoif and orange blossoms nmolested into the street. (mt of Asheville 1 rode upon a very leasant, cool, gray morning and*reached aynesville, a distance of some tbirty- .•e miles by the dirt road "before tea time. 1 rested over one day and started out on te following morning for this mountain cintry. Yly route out of Waynesville lay across U Balsam mountains through Soco Gap, viy beautiful ride, and a comparatively totle one for the mountain country, thigh very remote and solitary. ere 1 found great wealth and variety ofeenery. For some way I rode among tal silent and deserted, with its quanti- tieof logs, and its piles of lumber ranged abet. tween fringed and ferny banks, checkered by glancing sun-bc-ams and flitting shad ow’s of darting birds or flickering reflec tions of sw’aying, overhanging boughs. It is as dimpling and smiling as a sunny stream skirting an English meadow, and so crystal clear that, though the water was almost tip to Phebe’s body, I could see every little, pebble on the bottom. About a hundred yards above the ford was the touch of human interest that com pleted the sweet picture, a footbridge thrown across in a graceful, shallow arch. At the school, which is managed by the Quakers, 1 was hospitably entertained and very much interested. There are eighty-nine pupils in all rang ing in age from six or seven to eighteen or twenty. Finer looking young follows or more pleasing and well bred girls than many of these are one could not wish to see. They have a brass band of eighteen or nineteen pieces, which is quite a source of pride to the school. It has been heard upon festal occasions in various parts of this State and Tennesse, and the boys 1- urtlier on the road climbed along I made some very pleasing music on the a gale grade toward the gap between the delist walls of laurel I have ever seen, andet higher up, indeed quite on the tup, nd within the gap, it came out upon an c*n grassy space where sat a little cabi; empty of human inhabitants, and moonlit lawn after tea, The next morning—which was Sunday —I went over to call upon the chief. I was acquainted with the very preju dicial fact that his name w’as Smith, J arret t , ^niitli, before I went, but when I saw him mlyjcupied by some corn fodder. But ' it only served to convince me that there is ling vycs p-ered at me from the liny indeed, nothing in a name, for he was the wiuiw, and half-open door, and bushy tailsitted briskly in and out. It had beenniles since I passed an inhabited horn ami would be miles more before I shot come to an other; I was absolutely alomnder the great trees, between the closf environing walls of thick laurels, or iithe open grassy spaces, with the squids, the birds, the stirring air and sliifig shadows. A began to descend, the Soco, an in most nn-Smith-like man you could weli imagine. Six feet or more in height and splendidly built, with a fine head aud beautifully cut commanding feature, he was a strikingly handsome and attractive figure. His hair was brushed back from a very dignified brow and fell in a curling mass far-down his shoulders. The curling hair and the beauty and regularity of the lofty features reveal the chief’s Caucasian blood. He is visit thing, a voice, a mjstery, ran along a man of about forty, I should judge, and besi me, .sometimes gently, but more of ten th loud outcry and confused protes- tatiw. There would be the tinkle, tinkle of t light soprano notes, and the next mom i a full murmur of rich contralto or Is voices would reply; then all would disp; together, laughing, angry, with sueibsolute mimicry of human voices thai paused more man once, startled and listing. Git storms had evidently swept and deviated this western slope ot the range in yrs past, for big trees lay scattered abolike playthings,their masses of roots Icavg great caverns where they had been torrp, or piled in fantastic confusion aeregigantie ways. A rode down through lhis|peopled sol- itudainid this articulate silence, with the ilking water beside beside me I tliont of that other Alice who crept dow the rabbit burrow, and of her strae adventures and experiences in the sira 1 lands and among the strange erea- turelie thus encountered. Here 1 was as istinctly the only being of my ss as she found heiself to be in Woulaml. (I 1 , back on the eastern side of the motain, 1 had lost my way and gone off a wig road which soon tan, narrow and preious, along a ledge high above a frot torrent, and quite soou as faittory, an old, old man with a staff apped, walking slowly towards me un der* tall trees ai d set me righi. went on down the mountain west- waihe hidden stream beside me sudden ly kt into view in a. sheer fall of about tiii or forty feet, silvery at top and ''i, foaming white below. Just by it watall slender,maple which seemed, likte darling of autumn, to have re- eei her entire largess of glowing color foistood beside the veil of moonbeam tin mist, all in purest red of graded <oi from the lowest winey branch to ttopmost plume of fiery scarlet. en 1 emerged into the cultivated his wife, whom I did not meet, is a white woman. He received me with graceful cordiality, and I found him to be as well informed and entertaining as he was fine looking. There was a white man in the room when I entered, probably some rela tive of the chief’s wife, I thought, and one could not fail to be struck with the Chero kee’s superiority, physical and intellectual. While the white man’s talk was in the drawling tones and the usnal dialect of the mountaineers, the chief’s language-was excellent— even choice — English just touched by that soft blur that the Chero kee tongue seems unable to overcome, his voice was rich and suave, and his manner one of easy dignity. He translated for me at my own request, many of the Cherokee names in this lo cality. “Nantehaleb,” translated, is Noonday sun, and the river was so named from a narrow and deep ravine though which it flows, where the sun only reaches it at midday. “Tusquitta” he rendered “raf tered,” the mountain of that name being a pointed gable-like peak with ridges upon it like rafters. “Oeoualuftee” means near the liver,and was the name of a place close to that lovelv stream. But the white settlers ap plied it to place and stream both—hence the paradox. Tuskaseege was also the name of a place with the (’herokees, aud means Terrapin town, or place of terrapins. Cheowah—Ottertown,. or place of otters. Notely—Spice wood. Cartoogajay—New town. Stekoah—Little pace. Watauga—Little cane. Chunky Gal and Standing Indian, he smilingly remarked, must be English In dian names; the former is abroad square mountain and the latter a tall, slender peak. There are about 100 souls in this band of (’herokees, being those who refused to go Wesj onto the reservation some thirty or thirty-five years ago when the general troduced to her. Mrs. Nicholson made a very pleasant impression, her manners are cordial and unassuming, and she seemed indeed like anything but the popular idea of the newspaper woman. By her pen name of Pearl Rivers she is known to gome extent in the North, but it is in the rela tion of woman and newspaper, an “un godly relation,” as Mrs. Nicholson herself says, that she is widest known, Catherine Cole who was with Mr. and Mrs. Nichol son on their arrival from England has preceded them home. It is the former of the two remaining who has derived jnost benefit from their vacation for Mrs. Nich olson still bears traces in her countenance of the constant supervision required by that spoiled darling, a newspaper. A dis tinctly Southern air was perceptible about this literary reunion; it may have been owing to the dwelling place of the guests and it probably was, but we were told during the evening what we have often heard, that most of the higher work of journalism in the metropolis is done by Southern men and wo men. Mr. Harbin, W. H. Ballou, Mr. Lawler, of the Times, and Miss Fran ces Williams were among the guests. There was dancing, and an elaborate sup per was served in the great dining room of the Park Avenue. Daring its course an address very complimentary to Mrs. Nich olson was delivered by Mrs. Croly, to which Mr. Nicholson responded. Both speeches were models of brevity. A little after 12 the reception, a success from its inception, was over. At the Albemarle Hotel the other night , Senator Randall L. Gibson, of Louisiana, was speaking of the recent demise of Reu ben Davis, and remarked that this cousin of the President of the Confederacy had written one of the most charming as well as valuable books in connection with the war. “It is not so well, or not so generally known as it should be,” re marked Senator Gibson, “and particu larly is it unknown in the North. It is hardly probable that one-lialf the public men who were in action at the time of the war would ever have heard of this cousin of Jeffersou Davis had his name not been prominent lately in connection with the Davis land fund. But they will hear of him yet, for he has written a book which will not die.” While on this subject it is pretty generally known that Mrs. Davis is soon to be in New York and to attend persi mally to the correction of the book in the press of the Belford Company. She will stop with friends and will remain in New York hardly longer than the time re quired to gain some rest after finishing the necessary work. Before returning *to Beauvoir she will visit friends in the northern part of the State. ’ Miss Winnie Davis, it ts said, will not accompany her mother, that place being taken by her mar ried daughter. lai 1 was in the Cherokee country. T1 was not a white face to be seen, nor j removal to Indian Territory was effected. This is not a reservation, and these In dians are in no sense wards of the Govern ment. The land is owned by the tribe, and held in community, each man living upon and farming his proportion, and they have all the rights of citizenship. But my most amusing remembrance of the whole Cherokee country is of the big strapping fellow who was tending a cider mill at an orchard where there was no house or anybody else anywhere about for nearly a mile.' He came hastily down from the high perch where he was stiting the moment he spied me. He gave me some of the fragrant sweet cider to drink, and replied willingly in his broken English to my inquiries about roads. But it was Phebe that had caught liis eye; upon Phebe his soft and admiring glances were cast. “Nice horse —fine horse,” he said, and incautiously stretched out his hand to rub her nose. Phebe, who resents such familiarity from strangers, made her usnal bluff of biting, a tl of English to be heard. The sur- roiugs looked no different from those anwhich I had been riding for weeks; tlrabins, the cattle, and horses, the er the stacks of hay, fodder and oats, ’.trying fruit, the primitive household a arming implements; the only diffe.r- eiwas that the men l saw at work in tlrields. and the women around the hfs, were Indians, and the babies that seted about, or were earried in their leers’ arms, were littie pappooses, with tlright eyes and inscrutable expression Japanese dolls. Wliat. a situation I i\l be in, I thought, if I missed the r> here where English appeared to be aknown an accomplishment as roller sng. 8o 1 kept pressing ahead until py 4 o'clock, when the pangs of fam- vercome me—Phebe was long since bless with indignation. I came upon le place where there were several wo- They were quite pleasant faced, odded smilingly to me. 1 would try, People are beginning to come in from Cranston’s at West Point, and they bring back such tales of pleasure enjoyed there as to make stay-at-homes envious. The German has been danced every evening; tennis has also had its votaries on the fine days of which October has been lavish, and rows on the magnificent river—“boat ing parties” they deserve to be called— have not been neglected. There is talk of a magnificent carnival to occur next week, and invitations will be issued no later than Monday. No doubt there will be a scram ble for them. It is the intention of the managers to arrange for a matinee of the chorus and the last act of “Poor Jona than” (which is supposed to take place at West Point), and Mr. Rudolph Aronson and Miss Lillian Russell have been con sulted. The latter is in favor of the mati nee in the music room of Cranston’s, but Mr. Aronson is in donbt whether the plan could be carried out—i. e., whether the choristers, after their day up the Hudson would be fresh for the evening performance in town. Mrs. T. P. Whar ton and son, of New Orleans, who are now in the city, will go up to the beautiful Oc tober house the latter part of this week and remain until after the carnival. Mrs. Captain Bradford, of the same city, is already there. * * * * Col. B. H. Richardson, of the En quirer-Sun of Columbus, Ga., and Mrs. Richardson left for home after a stay far too short for the satisfaction of their New York and Brooklyn friends. In both cities Col. Richardson is known and liked by many prominent people. Mr. Stafford, of the new Imperial Hotel, has a warm personal recollection of him, and at the Hamilton Club in Brooklyn where a re ception was given to the Southern editor, he made a most favorable impression even upon those who were farthest removed from him politically. The visit of Mr. and Mrs. Richardson "was curtailed on account of preparations for the Exposition to be held at Columbus. * * * -* The regular fortnightly dinner of the Southern Society was postponed from last Saturday night until the evening of the 25th on account of the sudden death of Col. Thomas D; Snead, who was a promi- i West in the year 1845. If he ever lived or owned land in or about Girard it must have been long be fore I knew him. My father moved with his family from near Columbus in your county in 1837, and settled upon the land which I now own and am living on within one mile of Paddy Carr's home, where he had evidently been living a long time. His place is now known as the Bank place, about eight miles from Columbus. His family consisted of himself, his two wives, Millgam and Tisechee, and his twin daughters, Ariann and Ariadna, named in honor of Miss Ariadna Crowe!, daughter of Capt. Henry Crowel, his neighbor. I went to school with his daughters for a term or two to Miss Hester Ann Mills, who, by the way, was, with one exception, the only really beautiful and lovely red-headed woman I ever knew. [Y r ou, Mr. Editor, may whisper to any one of your red-headed lady readers who ob jects to this remark that she is that one.] Paddy had, also, two brothers, Tom and John, who lived with him. Tom was a tall, fine looking fellow, and was said to be pretty well educated. John resembled Paddy, was a short, square-built man, and a swarthy, yellow complexion. He was said to be hostile in his feelings towards the whites, and Paddy had to thrash him dow and then when he became too demon strative—which he did occasionally when under the influence of “fire water.” Paddy’s nearest neighbors when I knew him were the Abercrombie’s. Captain James, General Anderson and Colonel Charles, the Crowels, Capt. Henry and Colonel John—the Bentons, Colonel Sam uel and Captain Ab—the Bradley Brothers, Ead and Forbes—the Louisas, Pierce— Nolan and Lovick, Mose Tragwick, Doc tors Park and Thornton, General P. J. Simmon and my father. All of these were wealthy and prominent men, and now, all have passed away forever. The changes that have occurred in this neighborhood since then are sad indeed to me. Then the country was new, there being a small fraction cleared; deer, wild turkeys and some wolves abounded in the extensive forests. There were frequent reunious among the neighbors in deer hunts, fishing frolics, picnics, barbecues, social visiting and gay parties. The noble old bachelor, Col. John Crowel was the patron of youth ful enjoyment and delighted the young peo ple by the frequent gay assemblages at his magnificent residence at Fort Mitchell, where Terpsichore ruled supreme. The genial Canty Crowel, the leader in sylvan sports, with his melodious horn and troop of thoroughbred deer hounds, often made the forest resound with such music as delighted the huntsman's heart, and as Diana herself would have envied. Ob, glorious times! Oh, doleful change! Now the country is mostly cleared and worn out; deer are unknown, and white men, like angels’ visits, are few aud far between. Now the brother in black predominates, and he, with his cheap shotgun and his mangy cur, roams the wornout hills for field larks, rabbits and such small game. Or, with his cumbrous tackle, he dabbles the muddy streams for minnows and cat fish. But I beg pardon, Mr. Editor, for this digression. The time when Paddy Carr was my neighbor is so intimately con- nec ed with the joyful days of toy youth, that I could not easily refrain from recall ing them here. Paddy Car was quite a wealthy man for the times—owning a large plantation and a number of negro slaves, to whom he was a lenient but firm master. The cause of his remaining here so long after his tribe had been removed to the then territory of Arkansas was said to be on account of the hostility of some of the Indians to him for the alleged crime of his aiding the whites in swindling them out of their lands here. He remained here until the year 1845 or '40, when lie learned that his enemies were dead, and then moved with his family to the Indian Territory, where his people had been again removed by Govern mental authority. There he became a prominent man in the' nation, and his daughters married influential men, and did well. These latter facts I learn from an Indian agent whom I met in traveling in 1801, ■and who had then not long since left that territory and knew them. Now, Mr. Editor, I could say a great deal more about Paddy Car—of his social relations, his honesty and neighborly kindness, his visits to us and my visits to his house, but these subjects are so asso- ciated with my personal reminiscences that modesty forbids me further to intrude on your space and patience, so I will forbear. N. DAVID COPPERFIELD, MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT, NICHOLAS NICKELBY, DOMBEY AND SON, BLEAK HOUSE, LITTLE DORRIT, OUR MUTUAL FRIEND, PICKWICK PAPERS, BARNABY RUDCE AND CHRISTMAS STORIES, OLIVER TWIST AND GREAT EXPEC TATIONS, THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP AND THE UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELER, A TALE OF TWO CITIES, HARO TIMES AND THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD. Tlie above sre without question the most famous novels that were ever written. 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