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W. A. SJNttLETON, Editor & Pro’p. mi me hi. ril £'o|rf *f : *f Suifingi, BY IHOI.INTS. / h ! vrlienoa coined this yearning we very ■tvliore find, This reaching for something beyond ftfl the mind, By effort unceasing, attempting to gain Some goal which appear.* just beyond—but in vain ? Though bullied and weary, the spirit, with ziss f Springs upward if hope, to the eur, murmurs “Rest." In vain do we turn to the temple of fame, To seek for contentment—though ofton the name Is heard through the arches ; and e’en to the eyes The vision of peace is held up as a prise ; yet, each one who grasps at the phantom so lair, Will find—ai the touch—it dissolves into air. Oh : had we the wings oft! e morning, to flee Kir off to the uttermost parts of the sea ; AY here, first from its hidings the marvel of light Bursts forth into flame, from the chaos of nigbt : To > , arch even there —Oh -! how fruitless the quest, Toy wot oven there would the spirit find rest. And must it forever, forever thus seem Existence is a failure— feverish dream ; from whose dread awakening we start with a groan. To hear in the darkness the echoing? Ha y, must we, amid all the changes of life, Still ever appear with our natures at strife ? Kay, he who created the soul with his hi rath Jlegards it in mercy—to save it from death He paid the full ransom—end now, from above, He reeks us ! Bear Savior we’li trust in thy love; Whatever thou wiliest that surely is best, M'fc’U lean on the mm Of jshovah, and rest. H%l) HE A CHARMED L.IFE. A Slrange Incident in tlic Ca reer of Stonewall Jackson— The Vain Efforts of a North ern Rifleman to Slay the Si lent i Hero of Manassas A Strange Reminiscence of the tv i Idorn ess. From the I 'otroit Free Press.] That was an awful day when that 0011 federate lion, Stonewall Jackson, crept upon pool* Hooker hidden in the Wilderness. Leo on one side— Jackson on the other, nnd the woods around Chancellorsville shook and iieuibhd, an<l were almost swept from the face of thO eartli by the whirling round shot, the hissing chell and the screaming grape-shot. Men were struck stone dead as the battle line advanced or retreated. Wlide-faced recruits and bronze faced veterans were torn to fragments end hurled against the living, Wounded men fell in their tracks to bo crushed in the earth by the gre.at limbs cut from trees by Bhot and shell. The roar of guns, the crackle of musketry, the tierce shouts and awful groans made such a hell upon earth of that battle-field as was never seen before or after. Fighting Joe Hooker was in a box, but not a man ’ll his great army dreamed that it was so until the long gray line of Stonewall Jackson came creeping through the quiet forest at three o’clock on that ever to be re membered 2nd day of May, 18G3. The light earthworks had been thrown up to face another way, towards Lee. Ail lines faced Lee, all men were looking for Lee, when three divis ions of Confederates, moving with soft step, took Hooker’s array in the rear and drove one brigade pell mell into and over another until veteran soldiers were without strength or presence of mind. 1 hat awful night when THE WOUNDED WERE BEING BUBIED ALIVE in the woods, and the dead were thicker than the leaves just broaden ing into full life, a report ran through the reorganized ranks that the great Stonewall Jackson bad been killed. Thousands believed it, but three of us, lying side by side in the new battle line born alter night came down, put no faith in the rumor. Why we did not is what I stmted to write about. St mrt’s cavalry had been following up Hooker’s army, but it was like a rat following in the footsteps of a horse. Leo was so far away, and coming up so slowly that Hooker had time to throw up light, earthworks, seize the best ground, fell trees to protect his flanks, and make ready to shatter and hurl back the expected r * ' . • ’ J *’ 4 # *.k“ . '.' y&’Ct- vr V‘nt;<fj • &s*]ss&l ’' r* $ •fflSlfftf -I ; , ~ * * I .... . ; *' '•■"*■> * * clothing, wrotiv lUflTi hatnc/ jimde coiulut table beds Top th< tiDolvefr, and were not rn about what another week would bring forth. Asa deep river suddenly bends to avoid a bluff, so did that great army ol Lee s bend to avoid the Wilderness. It split in two to at tack at a given hour on both sides, and Joe Hooker sat in his tent and congiatulated himself ou his impreg nable position—considered impreg nable by him when two great high ways ran along the rear of half of his army. So universal was the feleing of security that soon after noon three infantrymen started out to BEG, BUY OR FORAGE FOOD. Sigel’s corps was on Hooker’s west flank, and commanded that day by Howard. Part, of this corps faced the old turnpike and plank road, part faced the other way. Most of the men were hidden in the woods and behind ridges, and up the broad highways which should have been first looked to, Stuait was pushing his cavalrymen as skirmishers We three men were beyond Sigcl’scorps, and on the point of entering a farm house from which everybody had lied, when, less than a rifle.sbot away, we caught sight of the Confederate ad vance. The cavalrymen were ad vancing slowly, evidently expecting to find a heavy guard at some point, but at the time we imagined that less than a regiment of Stuart’s men were feeling along up to pick up stragglers, locate positions, etc, We, at least, did not fear them, and the proposi tion to enter the house and secure a better view of the roads speedi y con veyed us to a chamber window. We could see but little more irom that, post, but we did see, soon after reach ing it, that same stonewall Jackson ride from shelter out upon the turn pike in full view, attended by only three or four officers. He had come oul there to make observations. Like a cat, before she destroys the mouse, lie was wondering at what point he should strike to and sable his victim soonest. Grim-minded and sour-tempered Was the third man of us, and war's horrors delighted him. 'When lie had taken the second look at the j littie party sitting their horses in the open road, a w eked smile crossed his face, and lie whi-pered : ‘By the hundred gods of the hea then ! but that chap on the left there is old S onewad Jackson, and I’m going to drop him !” Old Pete, our soul-tempered com panion, hid a first-class Minie rifle with him. He had carried it for several months, in some way escaping the attention of the inspector, and in some way always secured nmunilion for it. I saw him in at least a hall dozen instances, shoot down videttes or skirmishers who seemed to be half a mile away, and he was known throughout the regiment as a dead shot. There Was considerable firing around us from foragers, stragglers and men cleaning their guus, and a shot from the window might not at tract particular attention. Resting the heavy gnu across the window sill, and having ns steady rest as hunter ever asked for, “Old Pete” was ready to keep his word. IT SEEMED I.IKE COI.D-BLOODED ASSASSI- nation. I could almost count the buttons on Jackson’s coat, and there seemed no escape for him. I was watching him when the rifle cracked. He had a field-glass to his eye, and the only movement we could see was a quick motion of the head, as if the l.ullet had cut close to his ear. The glass wa3 not even lowered. ‘Old Pete’ swore a terrible long string of oaths as he realized his failure, but in a minute was ready again. ‘I hope never to draw another breath if Id >n’t kill him stone dead 1’ ho muttered as I'6 knelt down. Jackson did not face us as bi-fore, yet was a good mark even for a mus ket. We watched him as belore, and this time the bullet must have swept past his face, as he dodged his head backwards. The glass was down then, but he raised it in an in- stant and went on with his survey. ‘Have I got to be a fool ? or have I grown blind ?’ howled ‘Old Pete,’ as lie looked down upon his unharmed victim. I’ll kill him this time, or shoot myself in this chamber?’ It was dangerous to remain there longcr ( as the cavalry had Crept nearer, and Jackson’s aides seemed to have got the idea that a sharp shooter was posted near by. Yet ‘Old Fete’ would havo had a third shot if the Coniederates had been in the house. the target was as fair as before. He took a more carelul aim, and yet when he fired he saw splinters fly from a railway ovtl* beyond the General. The cavalry were Jljgß RIENA VISTA, MARION COUNTY, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1877. j Jackson WajPdrividfc our brigades ; and divisions fcs hc ? siil< and. | Tlr measure off the same distance, I slio<t off-hand, and bet my life that I j can hit a soldier's cap nine times out of ten!’ growled ‘Old Pete’ as he I hurried forward, and suddenly over j come by indignation and chagrin lie battered his cherished gun against a tree and destroyed it. As if seeking persona' revenge, Jackson's legions passed right by us. The nearest brigade of Sigel's corps was picked up and dashed to pieces as a strong man would lilt and hurl a child. Running along with the amazed and frightened men, but bearing off towards our own division, we p eked up other muskets to re place our lost ones. Reaching a knoll from which we had another view of the turnpike, we halted for a last look; over the headsqf the frightened, lleeing soldiers —over !he ground strewn with arms and aecou treififlnts—over the bine smoke just beginning to rise, WE SAW JACKSON AGAIN. He was far away, but it was Jack son. ‘Curse him! but he has got a guard ian angel,’ Howled Old Pete as he shook his fist toward the turnpike. No other man ever had a rifle drawn ou him at such fair range and escaped three cool, carefully aimed bullets. His escape sent a thrill of superstition through each mind, and horn that hour to this moment., when the news of Jackson’s death reached us, ‘Old Pete’ never spoke a word. It was a puzzle that he could never solve. As we lav in line, every mus ket barrel still hot and every eve peering through the darkness to catch sight of the grey line coming on again, an aide came hurrying along and shouted out: ‘We're ail right, boys ; Stonewall Jackson has been killed up the road tli ere V Old Peteh aped up. whirled around to face the b> arer of the news, aud savagely shouted back : ‘You lie! you lie ! you lie! Stone wall Jackson can’t be hurt by shell or killed by bullet!’ BUT IT WAS SO. Lying in the arms of those who loved him, son ar us that the Cries of our wounded must have reach and his eats, was the mortally wounded General, whose skill and strength had no match While the white faced dead looked up to the torn and shattered forest trees—while the wounded crawled here and there in their awful agony while the living looked into each o'lier’s anxious faces and wondered if ano her night would find any of us there, the legions of Jackson were strangely silent. Now and then came the sudden boom of some great gun, sounding like a deep groan of despair, but there was nothing more lo break the silence. While men rested in line of battle, having the awful horror of war on |very side, theio Was one who gave up his life as Ate whispered, “Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.” , Horrible. , At about eleven o’clock yesterday morning a number of citizens of Ope lika, Ala., besides many travellers wit nessed one of the most horrible killings at the depot in that city, it has ever been aur painful duty toohronicle. From all we can gather, it occrred in this man ner : Ernest Donghtry, a boy thirteen years of age, was standing in the 8. & M. Railroad tract, when lie discovered that the train was backing towards him, and in trying to avoid it he got in the way of the Columbus train, which was shifting, preparatory to leaving for Montgomery. The engine passed over his neck, severing liis head from the body. Mr. Doughtry was standing in the store door, distance of about fifty steps from the railroad, at the time of the ac cident and was aware that someone had been killed, but little thought it was his son until the remains were carried to tho store. We are informed by a gentleman that a man said to him after the accident: T have been living in Opelika eleven years, and not a year has passed but someone has boen killed here on these railroads.’ A Needle for New York. The New York World of last Sunday has a genuine Bensation. That paper announces tnat the Khedive of Egypt has signified* kis willingness, on proper application, to donate to the city of New York the femaing one of pair of obelisks populaly called “Cleopatra’s Needles,” and that the English enginers who have shipped the Other have offered to con tract for the removal of this one to New York for a sum not exceeding one hun dred thousand dollars. The obelisk is still erect.but is gradually losing its perpendicularity bo that it’s fall is but a question of time. It is four feet higher than its sister gionolinth, A. .1 JJ'iMOC 11 AT’ I FAMILY XKAVSPA I’KI!. BLOODSHED li\ KiAtK KY. Four Well known Men Shot Dead Coming From Court* A Terrible Feud Between flic Him pin Family and a Fight ing Constable —Tragic Sequel to a Fight that Occurred Last January. Cincinnati Enquirer.] Richmond, Ky., September 21. — Jasper Maupin was a member of a laige aud wealthy family living a lew miles cast ot here. The family num bers in all its branches perhaps thirty or more men, noted for their horses aud hounds, their love of fox hunting, and their utter indifference to danger. John Burman was Constable of Glade township, that portion of the county where the MaupinS lived, and is a typical Kentuckian. In person tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, quick on the trigger, but unfortu nately quarrelsome, and indeed, it is sad, rather fond of killing people. In January last a quarrel sprang up between Burman and Jasper Maupin, which resulted in the shoot ing of Burman five times by Maupin. Yesterday the trial of Maupin was to have occurred ; and Burman, partially recovered irom his wounds, was in town, evidently with the determina tion of having revenge upon Maupin. He was backed by four of his friends, the chief of whom were Ballard and Cornelisou, while Maupin was backed by his relatives, eacli armed heavily with heavy revolvers. The parties first met in the corridors of the court house, aud revolvers were drawn, but by the intervention of friends they were induced to lefrain from shoot ing. Alter the adjournment of the court,however, Burman, accompanied by his friends, stationed himself on the sidewalk near a livery stable, where Maupin must pass to get to his house! The ’Man pins, seeing this action, consulted tor a moment, but only for a moment, when Jasper, put ting bis hand upon his revolver, tarted boldly along the sidewalk in tiie direction of the stable. His backers, many ot winun were already mounted, stopped about filty feet away to watch the result. Maup n walked quietly down the street til he got opposite and nearly past Burman, st ill having his hand on his revolver and looking back as he passed. Suddenly Burman drew a heavy revolver lioin under Ids coat, aud stepping quickly toward Maupin, without saying a word, placed the muzzle nearly against his forehead and, before Maupin could draw, fired. The ball entered the brain, and Maupin fell to the sidewalk. Then Maupin’s lriends opened Are from the corner, jumping from their horses and rushing toward the party. Lee Maupin ran toward Burman, and levelling his revolver, fired. Burman fell dead upon the sidewalk, hi3 feet resting across those of his victim. Lee Maupin rushed again to the body of Burman, and, stooping over it, scut another bull through his head. At tho same lime the others bad opened fire on Cornelison and Ballard, who both received shots through the head, and after staggering a few steps, fell dying, The example of Lee Maupin was followed by his fel lows, who deliberately approached their victims while they were dying, sending tho heavy balls from their pistols through their heads. Then, there being no more of the friends of the vanquished party remaining alive, the carnage ceased. The brothers of the wounded Mau pin gathered about the dying man, kissed his pale face and wept like children. Then he was carried into a store near by, and expired in a few moments. Jasper Maupin was about 24 years old. He received one shut over the right eye, passing through the brain. John Burman was about 31 years old. He received one shot above the lelt eyebrow, passing through the brain, two through the right shoulder, one behind the right ear, and one in the right hand. William Cornolison was about 35 years old. He received one wound in the right breast, passing out un der the lelt shoulder blade. Kit Ballard was about 29 years old. He received one shot in the cheek, one in the temple, one in the back, ranging through the heart, and ono in the right rear hip. Tluf verdict of tho Coroner’s jury to-day was ! “Jasper Maupin was killed by a pistol shot from the hand of John Burman. Burman, Cornelison and Ballard came to their deaths by pistol shots from the hands of Lee Maupin, Brutus Maupin and William Gooch.” Wit and fpmar. Big Hole. COL. GIBBON TO GOV. TOTTS. We've bud a hard fiiglit, Aud I'm sorry to ssy, They’ve whipped us out quite, Aud the devil's to pay, I wait at Big Hole For an answer from you, And confess, on my soul, I don't know what to do. GOV. FOOTS TO COT.. OIBBON. Licked-again ? Your conmmund Nearly turned inside out ? Ditl Chief Joe take a hand, • Orjwas Howard abut ? Your dispatch, trusty soul, I answer this minute ; If you’tg near a big hole, You'd better craw! in it. A Dutchman was riding in the Union Hill cars and wanted to get out at Pali sade avenue, when the street was reached became to the door of ihc car, thinking the conductor would slop. As the con ductor paid no attention to him. he said : ‘Say Condooctur,you don’t shtop de car ; I vant to get out here.’ The conductor was another Dutchman like himself, and replied . ‘Veil, vy you dou’d zay so ; I can’d shruell id.’ “Far be it from ns to doubt the word of a brother editor,’ says the L* Crosse Sun : ‘we believe them all to be truthful men ; but when the Durand Times say that the water is so low at the mouth ot the Chippewa Iliver that the catfish have to employ mud-turtles to tow them over the bar, we feel as if the editor must bo away and some local miniser filling bis place. A noted Englsh surgeon'says that the reason that women can’t trow missiles as accurately as men, is because their sholder-blades are set two far forward. This explanation, however, affords no satisfaction whatever to the man whose wife can score a bull's-eye at ten yards on his head with a skillet, twice out of three, and carom on his nose with a tea cup across the table every lime. •Madam, do you know that you pos sess one ot the best voices in the world ?’ said a saucy fellow to a woman, one day this week. ‘lndeed, do you think so !' replied she, with a flush of pride at the compliment. ‘I do most certainly,’ con tinued the rascal, ‘for if you hadn’t it would have been worn out long ago!’ For the fi st time in her lite that woman hadn’t a word lo say. Customer (to proprietor of a large es tablishment); ‘I want a mourning suit, please-.’ Proprietor : ‘What is the be reavement, may I ask.?’ Customer: •My mother-in-law.’ Proprietor (to distant shopman): ‘Mr. Brown, show this gentleman to the ‘Light Affliction Department.’ ’ ‘Come pa,’ said a youngster just home from school, ‘how many peas are there in a pint?' ‘How can anybody tell that, you foolish boy?’ ‘I can, every time. If you don’t believe it, try me.’ ‘Well, how many are there, then ?’ ‘Just, oue p in every pint, pa.’ A little boy was asked the other day if he knew where the wicked finally went to. ne answered ; ‘They practice law a spell here and thoD go lo Legisla ture! It was a painful operation for the boy to sit down for a few days. Two women can talk to each other the whole length of a pew without being heard by any man right behind or right in front of them, and yet clearly under* stand each other —so wonderfully ex pressive is a woman's mouth. ‘Gentlemen of the jury,’ said a coun sel in the criminal court, ‘do you be lieve my client was gui’ty of selling beer to a boy in a small bottle?' The jury thought it a mixed proposition and dis agreed. A country girl wrote to her lover : ‘Now, George, don’t you fale to be at the singing school to-night.’ George wrote back that ‘in the bright lexicon of youth—Webster’s —there is no such word as fale.’ Landlady (to hoarder who has passed hi* cup six times), ‘You are very fond of coffee, Mr. Smith.’ Mr. Smith: ‘Yes, ma’am ; it looks as if I was when I am willing to swallow so much water for the sake of getting a little.’ A Philadelphia daticing master is about to introduce anew dance expressly for fat people. All the performers have to do is to sit on the floor and kick. A Mississippi doctor has found a substitute for quinine. He binds a lump of ice to a patients spine, and the shakes let go and start for Arkansas. A man hid in a public uooiway and jumped out and kissed his s'.U. She didn’t whoop and yell as expected, but remarked : ‘Don’t be so bold, mister— folks around here know me.’ An eminent philologist, when asked what “modus opirandi” meant, replied: ‘lt is some Latin for ‘how the old thing works,’ ’ A smumli r r ' worV> Ra T ,: ‘The mao AMlffilCUS ONEI PRICE STOPE We are now recieving our Fall Stock of DRY GOODS, HATS, SHOES, UMBRELLAS, LADIES & GENTS MERINO VESTS, GENTS LINEN SHIRTS AND COLLARS “BON TON” CORSETS— an extra article, KNITTING and SEWING THREAD, SODA, POTASH, TOCKET At TABLE KNIVES, “RAZOR STEEL" SCISSORS, Ac, Ac. THE LARGEST AND BEST ASSORTMENT OF CARPETINC IN SOUTH WESTERN GEORGIA, AXD AS low as they can be bought io. our larger cities. Besides a general and we'l assorted stock of FIRST €IASS CLOIIIIACI. . We are now having manufactured to order, in New York, a fine lot of SOUTHERN-MADE DOESKIN JEANS SUITS, WHICH WILL BE VERY CHEAP . AND SUPERIOR TO ANY OTHER GOODS AT THE SAME PRICE. We also have tire same goods in the piece. While we do not propose tosoiiafew items at less than cost,for effect, we do intend that our average profits shall be as low as those of any house in Georgia, Oranberry & Barlow, AmericUS, Ga., September 10.1 ST" -2ms -—— - New Stock. WE ARE NOW RECEIVING A Large & well selected stock of Groceries, To which v>e ask the attention of the Surrounding Country, and respect/idly solicit a por tion of the patronage of all who buys their supplies in this Market ESPECIALLY MARION, AVEBSTJEK and SCHLEY COUNTIES. We will give PERSONAL find PROMPT ATTENTION, to alt business en trusted to as—hoping thereby to merit the confidence of all. s\\%sl % $ 1 tf —We have in Store to which we are making additions daily BACON. LARD, HAMS. COFFEE, SUGAR, SYRUP. AIOLASSEES, TOBACCO -t§& FLOUR. SALT, CHEESE, CRACKERS, MACKERAL, BAGGING k -9x- JZff' TIES, SODA, POTASn, SOAP, SHOT, POWDER ,t CAPS, Ks' £39“ SMOKING TOBACCO—WHOLESALE A RETAIL, ALL OTHER SS- ARTICLES USUALLY KEPT IN A GROCERY STORE. H’c will Keep a Complete Stock, and will be Undersold by .None. Thanking our frienda for past favors, we ask a trial in future, to prove what we sa> to ho true. A. J. BUCHANSTAN & BRO. Ist and 2nd doors south of Grange Warehouse, Cotton Avenue, Americas, Ga. sept 1 J-tf ““eOCKKEII t KNOWIiTMTS FLOOR MILLS, Fllst'vllle, (ifa. We Annouee to the PEOPLE OF SCHLEY, MARION, SUMPTER, WEBSTER, MACON AND TAYLOR COUNTIES, THAT WE are making from GOOD WHEAT FLOOR WHICH CAN NOT BE SURPASSED M ANY HULLS IN GA WE GUARANTEE AS GOOT) AND AS LARGE A YIELD OF FLOUR, FROM SAME WHEAT, AS ANY MILL IN THE STATE. AND FAR SITE . RIQR TO ANY WE HAVE SEEN IN THIS COUNTRY. WE ASK BUT A TRIAL CONVICTION WILL FOLLOW eOCKBILL & KNOWLTOH, Ellaville, Ga., Aug. 29,1877. 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Bi-oo Chapman. Annual Subscription $2 CO Who taeets his guest with friendly gr And for his friends will go his pile And give them grub in ohy style? Buoo And when at night h- .well With Bugg’s “Leg Ci ' am Who’ll put him in hr .. n K No. 3