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A (Jo itnliim ls%B|@ai fflX.atw.tt-. uhc guemi Elista gnrjuw. Published Every Wednesday ’’Subsitiition Sates, postage Jtcc. One Year S x Mon'lis Three Months ■ (,) C'usli in jVdvivnco. Sjieeiiel Itatete, Tiro nr more subscribing together am I /my mi / CASH IN ADVANCE, am linn On Aeg us n’ s 1,50 n i/enr aii-li. Country Produce •<<•/•//■- c 'ni thr I,,'uest cask iirires in exchange fur sub si i i/itioii.fnl' no less time than a A 'll'- fragapßu i*aßP®r“.3£3 Ain r OTT/? Good* from M. HATH & SON. on thu South side of, Public Simaro nt lhuvoy ct* 1 Story’s old staud, where you will lind a couipklo 'took ot all knuLs ol dIK .P usual 1 y kept in a store either in country or city, which have been bought especially to woe he wants ot the people oTiluriou county. StSSSfil You will lintl cuuincrated some of the articles we kep e mstaully on kind, which we will sell at a very smalt advance ou Onr stock consists in part of Staple and Fancy Prv Goods, lk,ots, Shoos Ilats Ready ntmlo fhdhino, Yankee Notions, .saddles, Bridles, Hardware, family and fancy Groccncs 1 hrlstmas Tricks ia great variety, &e At M. Hair & Son’s A- M. BRANNON, §[3> JU, £J & d? 14 $ 135 Broad Street, Columbus, Ga. The old and wo 1-knuwn Sfn&v'l . . -, :a . gm I • • fcfh H ®LO I" H. ; p ’O' v 9 * " A.. M. Brannon, Proprietor, IVl.ivli has h ‘.'ll dispensing mcdicim- ‘‘‘ As'u’rr''-s Jut to ■*.£ ratJ still continues t<* solicit the patronage ot its many hi ■ ... ■. , ~, ■■, , , Hi ■ in-iu.v inducements to buy iioni nie./j?^ au d scc me at t" Uny whatever you l s _Li‘ A si STBEMT, I ;*“1 I’l.-paicU - toul.ct tjjw“ XTlVv'llit-liU 'll V' TS Giuu ever Bi f.nr. Vcrv Respectfully, a,cs...ln, ■ A . K . BEAHH OIT . ttimmiis ten dim, 0 gAMICRICIJS. GA. Have one of The Largest and Must Complete Stocks ia Georgia, (Consisting in part of Nails, Axes, Iron Steel, Plows, Chains, Rope, Hames, Bridles, j Saddles. Hoes, Spades, Bolts, Shovels, Bakes, Forks, Guns, Pistols, Ilinges it Halts, Cutlery, Tools, Locks, Glass. Paints, Putty, Oils, Varnishes, Doors, Sasli, Blinds, Cook & HI, atiu I 't-tov-s, Hollowarc, VVoodware, Tinware, Grain cradles, Straw cutters, Corn :•••'- ~v s wtv'ou A buggy material, and such other goods as are usually kept in Southern Hard wire '.tores nil of which we buy from Manufacturers and First Hands for Cash mmi so? as' saisasouh nm ns a mi JW Sheffield & Cos. - -- ■— ■ 1 sz J. i. ANDREWS & 00, a Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Staple anti Fancy; tkacmce, 3LIQUORS, TOBACCO, BACON, BAGGING, ROPE TIES- &.C-, Mq* Bmmm sr. Columnm s dccß-3m KaT'Special ulucciucnts to Country Merchants. Minnie' IfhntngTapbic SaUctty AMERICUS GA TO THE CITIZENS OF BE ENA VISTA & SUJUIOUNDING <‘OCX THY HAVING purchased and refitted the Photographic Gallery in AJiERIOTJS, I am prepared to execute every stylo of Picture in the best manner, and at moderate prices. SMALL PICTURED copied and enlarged to any desired size. A visit to his Gal lery and patronage respectfully solicited. C- W- W!!NNJS Americus, Ga,, December 15-3 m Photographer. TUB BUENA VISTA ARGUS A. 31. C. RUSSELL, Proprietor. VOLUME 11. DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER. BUENA VISTA, MARION COUNTY, QA., MARCH, 7, *877, Ifaetaj. Please Take it Back. Y'ou kissed luo at the gate last night, And mother heard the ‘•smack" Sue says it’s naughty to do so, Ko please lake it hack. I cannot see what harm there is Iu such a thing, can you? lint mother seems so very wroth l’lease take it back, now do! It seems to mo quite natural For lips to meet that way, Hat mother says it’s very wrong, No take it L> ,ck, I pray. And come to think of it, I’m sure, That seveial times ’twas done So now to make it right be sure, To take back every one, I would not have you think it's nie, I do not care a mite, But mother’s so particular, I’iease take them back to night. Under the Star- BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘JOHN HALIFAX, OF.NTLF.MEn’ 0 youth, rose-crown, yet full of strife, Craving uneomprelumded joys, Hearing the desperate fight of life But as a far-off pleasant noise. Come, ere on thy bold way thou start, While not a cloud thy future mars, And stiil lliat wildly beating heart Undcr'lhe star. O heavy time of brows discrowned, And hanging hands, and feeble knees, With piteous pale ghost haunted round, And longings for impossible ease; Nay, beat no more like wounded birds Against late’s iron prison's bars; When all sounds cease, (rod’s voice is heard Under the stars. 0 stormy prime, ko beautiful, With fierce delight, ecstatic pain ; spending auu being spent; no hi 1 ; No rest ; no count of loss or gain : lire with tired feet thou come to tread The bloodstained fields’oYeudod wars, Pause -bow the gl Ties of thy head Under the stars. Soon, soou will come tlio supreme hour, When like a painted show life scans, Or presume of remembered flower, Or dear dead faces seen in dreams, Clasp hands beneath the silent night That hushes all these moral jars ; God, thou alone art love—and Light— Beyond the stars, HEROISM OP THE PLAINS. The Last Mission of a Gallant Young Pony Eider. There was an excited crowd gath ered about the pony express station at McPherson’s. The western-bound ridcr*l,ad arrived with a bullet in his leg, and reported that the pawnees were idf their res rvation and were advancing on the settlement. He had met them between the last sta tion and McPherson, and they had given chase. McPherson’s could boast of but seventy-five souls at that time, before the railroad came, and there were but forty men capa ble of defending the place. What ever was to be done iiad to bo done quickly. Fort Grattan was eighty miles northwest, and a rider was dis patched in haste. Fort Kearney was seventy miles southeast, and who would summon aid front there? It was a dangerous untaking. The route lay right through the hostile country, and the messenger would bo almost to meet the Indians. The pony-riders ns a general thing, were tearless men, but this proposition was fraught with so much danger that they were loth to undertake it. ‘-Ef Slade was only here!” ciied an old man, “ther’d be no hesitation while wimen an’ children was in dan ger.” “I’ll go!” and a bright eyed, fear less looking young fellow stepped forth. “Good !” said ti e old man, press jug his hand; “old .1 in Johnson aez so! Oid Jim Johnson! You bear toe! There’s more sense in Essex’s euzeba than the bull lot of you. Pick you boss, boy, and ride for your life. See, there’s Nelly lookin’ at you. For her sake, Wiilie, ef no one’s else. Thirty-five helpless wimen and chil dren, think of it! Ride your best, an’ when you git to the station you may git a relief. Post ’em there, and when you git to the fort tell the com mander to semi on some calvary as soon as possible. Fetch the Kojers, an’ we’ll Send the reds to Caiiforny 1 Nely Johnson’s yourn as soon as you git back.NGoud-bye, boy, and God speed ye.” There was a spring, a rush ot hoofs and the ride to Kearney was begun. Right gallantly the horse sprain? away at his ri lors bidding, and the eyes of Nelly Johnson kept upon them until horse and rider tided away from upon the horizon. Love was one incentive for the po ny rider’s mission, the desite to save the people of McPherson’s from a bloodyj death, was the other. Did man Over risk life in a better cause ? Onward swept' tliCj little horse, her flying heels throwing up a cloud of dust wl-ich Lovcred iu the air for hundreds of yards behind her. To the 1- ft of them glided The still wa ters of the Platte, and on the right stretch!* the boundless gncn'oMhc prairie. The rider sat firm as a rock his dahn less face looking [strait ahead and wearing unfair which seemed to say it was all for the sake of Nelly Johnson. You may talk ef' the, Mamelukes, the Tartar horsemen, the savage Bedouins and all the wild riders, bat what arc they to compare with our American pony-riders —men who were ftarlcssjund braved .every dan ger, who ran the ii. k of Site iu every mile they dashed over, men who were expected to go fifty miles at top speed in daylight or dark, rain or shine, hot or cold? Rut the railroad has done away with the po ny rider, and wo hear uo more of such exploits as that of the renown ed Jimmy Moore. Onward swept the brave little horse, and at last the station came iu view. A minute more and the horse and rider were at the door. No relay was there to meet them. Not a sign of life was to be seen, but there were hoot tracks on the ground in every direction showing that the relief had fled. Giving the horse a driuk, the rider mounted, and again they were on their way to Kearney. Further ou they camo upon a large odject iu the center of the trail. It was the western bound stage with horses gone, the driver between the forewheels with a bullet in his head, the passengers lying about the road, and the conductor in the boot wouti ed unto death. One horrified look a.pause and taster sped the horse. Mile after mile is left behind, station after s atioir is past, and no relief. Will they ever get to Kearney ? On the prairie to the right ot them upp ar a host of mounted men. They aie die pets of the peace commission on their aunual maraud. Turning with a triumphant yell, they speed to head tire rider off. Narrower grows the space between them, and the gallant horse redoubles his exer tions. In the van ot the savages rides a tall chief, mounted upon a powerful horse, his plumes streaming in the wind as he urges the noble an imal he bestrides, Young Essex can escape if he turns Lack, but no 1 The sweet (ace of Nelly Johnson, and the Annual Subscription, $2,0- NUMBER 22 .shrinking toijns of defenseless little ones come before hi-Yview, and dash ing the perspiration from his brow, the pursued dashes onward. But a few miles more and succor is af hand I Nearer comes the pursuers. Now ride, young Essex, for it is three -cote lives to one 1 Speed, brave lit tle horse, strain muscle and nerve aud heart, for your work will be well (lone! Ride, young Essex, for cv ery-thing is at stake.y Onward rush ed the horse, the hoofs beating time to the short quick breaths. The gup closes 1 -.Twang! JJA sharp pain in the side, and the rider reeled in the saddle, but for an instant only. Bending low in the saddle, the whip is raised Jor the first time, and faster llew the horse. And now the greenjramparts and stockaded gates of Fort Kearney emne in view. The battled savages turned and”set out ' rapidly" up the trail, while the fanning riderjchecks the faltering steps of his dying horse, One last look at the waving sea of green, and they enter llie gates thrown open to receive them. Iu the center of the parade stands a group of men about a horse and rider. The horse is down now, and from his nostrils gushes the life-cur rent, and besides him lies the rider. Young Essex raised his head from the arm whicli supported it, and said : “Pawnees off their reservation, McFuersou’s station’s cleaned out— help—quick,! My love to Nelly Johnson—” Ami, giasping the reins with .stif fening clutch, the barbed shaft eat ing out his soul, lie sank upon the pony’s neck. Their brave hearts had ceased to ! beat.— Pollers American Monthly. AN HONEST MAN. Macon [ Tolegra rh : Uncle Bart Hutching-, of Jones county, says he is not a Diogenes, and he never went about in the broad sunshine, with his lamp trimmed and burning, looking for an honest man. Still he thinks he lias found that rara avis and lo cates him in California. The circum stances are as follows : In 1850 Mr. Hutchings went to California, which was then the El Dorado of the West. He took with him a neighbor of his, Lorn Jone, paying all expenses, with the understand that the man was to work out the amount after the two reached California. Owing to one circumstanco and another tire man never succeeded in working out the debt-, and when Mr. Hutching start ed for homo his friend owed him about SIOO. That was rnoro than a quarter of a century ago, and Mr. 11. heard nothing from his debtor until last October, when he received from him a money order for SSO. In No vember he received an order lor a similar amount, aud ill December re ceived another, and the man assures him that lie shall have like sums un til the entire debt shall have been discharged. This is certainly an un usual occurrence, and one that is cal culated to open the eyes of the degen erate race among which we live and move and do our swindling. It shows that there is still some honesty left if one has to go to California to find it. A Chicago girl writes to the school authorities of that city to say that she “hed bin outen imploymint fur a yore, and wud teech fur $lO a munth and bord round.” It takes a groat many quills to make ,one goose, butwa know a man who has made a goose of himself with one quill. She •§* %tn BBBTO qp KMSP OXLiENTS\ The Editor solicits short, mil-written (,'nnl munications, from all sections of the country, on Agricultural, Political. Literary and Miscella neous topics—also original Poems, Essays. Iti ogrvphical Sketches, Descriptions. GrtUqucs, and Short Stories. Me also solicits accounts of Accidents, Incidents, Marriages, Deaths and all Interesting Occurrences happening in the county and section. Alt articles intendedfor publication should be closely studied, carefully ami legibh writ ten, and only on one sale of the sheet. T h EiiHor reserues the right to reject any or all articles uubinittid tv him. The Fact* in the Cate. We were quidly seated in our chaw —the only one in our sanctum—with our slender legs thrown languidly upon the table. We were siUntly conjuring np a heavy editorial upon the H gh Jomtnisoion, and was in no humor to be distuibed. 'I lie door opened ami a man asked to see the proprietor. We were pointed out by the devil as the unfortu nate vvie'ch, and the man took a seat on the table. While he fumbled iu bis pocket, we were wondering what we owed for, and how long since we traded with him, but failed to remember the individual. “My name is Jinks, and I represent Jones & A town’s Commercial agency. I woukl be glad to have you give me some information touching your business that we may be able to give your tiun a place on our books.” “All right, sir,” we replied, “any in formation in our possession is at r your disposal.” “What is your firm name ?” “Smith & Cos. ” “Who is the ‘Co.’” “Myself." “Who is iS'miih 1” “I am.” "Don’t understand." “Nothing simpler; the firm is compos ed of myself and I.” “Satisfactory, but rather indefinite. What is your business?” “Occupation; Editor; Business, to starve.” “Row much capital invested?" “Two dollars in postage, a hungry stomach and a slim prospect." “Your income per week." “Twenty cents every Sunday from the newsboys, board bill every day, miscel laneous bills every hour, and distress 'variants every Lw minutes.” “How do you staud in the communi ty ?” “Six foot, wlien we have socks, a little less whan we haven't, principally we haven’t.” “Who are your references ?” “Our subscribers." “llow much property do you own ?” “One pair of knock-kneed scissors, two worn-ort pencils, one lot of old pa pers, one pair of pants, one Ben Hill hat (contributed by Lewis Clarke) half box of matches, one alarm candle, one paste-, pot, one lot of borrowed type and a lump of hard coal.” Then die gentleman from the com mercial agency took his leave, wonder ing why we should roll in such wealth, and be so unknown.— Bridges Smith’s Paper. Detroit Free Press Uncle Jim’* Phrenology. A good old colored man named Uu cle Jim Ilill set himself up the other day as a phrenologist, and a Woodward av enue barber was his first subject. 110 placed the barber on a chair, felt of bis hc-ad for a long time, and then remark ed : “William you is too sanguine. When vou lend money, you expect it back. You are billious. You wan’l to be hon est, but you hasn’t the necessary charac ter; you isn’t hopeful; you is bowed down with grief most of de time; you has de worst feet on Kentucky street; you is do right sort of a tellow to wheel coal down bill for big wages.” William rose up, pitched Undo Jim over tho stove and under the bed, and split a pannel of the door as he went out. The aged phrenologist was at the city ball, last evening, to get advice from the police, and whin advised to go out of the trade or profession, as the case may be, he replied : “Seems like I shall have too, for I’m getting too aged to be frowu over cook stoves. There is no tyranny more intolerable than a conscience unrestrained by love. Like an ill-loaded gun, it recoils at the b"eech and kills at the muzzle. A young buck of the soap-lock order aecosted a Yankee as follows: I say, fellow, some say I am a Frenchman, and some take motor an Etalycan, now what do vou think I am ? I think you sre a confounded fool, replied Jonathan. Sam, said oife little urchin to anothsr does your school master ever give you any rewajjjs of merits? I s'pose he does, was the reply, he gives me a thrashing a day and says 1 merit two. A Yankee down-east newspaper says, 'Without intending to be personal, we feel bouud to decare that if our post master would resign, many timid per sons would feel safer about their mon ey letters,