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BY T. L. GANTT. THE OGLETHORPE ECHO PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORM\(i, HY T. IGANTT, Editor and Proprietor. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. Where paid strictly in advance $2 OO Where payment delayed (5 months 2 50 Where payment delayed 12 months... 3 OO CLUB RATES. Club of 5 or Jess than 10, per copy I 75 Club of 10 or more, per copy 1 50 Clubs must be accompanied by the rash, or papers will be charger! for at regular rat s. No wiil tx-nnuil'tn .subscrip tions from other counties un*-ss accompanied by the money, with 20e. per annum additional to pay postage, as the law’ requires that after January next postage must be prepaid bv the publisher, except to subscribers iu the county where the journal is published, in which in stance no postage is charged. TA- TIIE ABOVE TERMS WILL NOT BE DEVIATED FROM IN ANY CASE. RATES OF ADVERTISING. Per Square (1 inch) first insertion )$l OO Per Square each subsequent insertion.. 75 Liberal contracts made with regular adver tisers, and for a longer period tlMn h months. Local notices, 20c. per li nc first insertion, 15c. per line each subsequent insertion. - ■ ■' ■■■ ■■■■ r. i . BUSINESS CARDS. Carriages, Buggies, WAGONS. R. T. TUCKER & BRO., CRAWFORD, CA., I I their Shops, and thor mighly stocked them wir 1 1 J. the best, tools and a mil supply of the finest seasoned LUMBLR, are now prepared trr manufacture, at short notiee, evert’ iloscrip tion of CARRIAGES, BUGGIES,'RO< KA IVAYS, PH.ETON’S, WAGONS, CARTS, etc;., etc. \\ e will also do all manner of UlaeksinifliiiiK and KepairiiiK. and guarantee all our work tu give perfect satis faction. ,'>r We se ll our TWO-HORSE WAGONS at from <) to 5125. and eve rything else LOW in proportion. outi.Mf J.F. WILSON & CO., MANUFACTURERS OF AND DEALERS IN ALL KINDS OF FURNITURE FRANKLIN HOUSE BUILDING, Broad Street, Athens, (hi. Bedsteads, Bureaus JablesChairs-^ CHAMBER AND PARLOR SETS, Lower than can he bought elsewhere in the city. Give us a call. oetl-tf LUCKIE & YANCEY, PKALERS IN AND REPAIRERB OF WATCHES, |||l *1 ow e 11* y, Klo. \o. 3 It road St., Athens, Ra. oeth-ly BOOTS AND SHOES HENRY LUTHI, / CRAWFORD, GA., IS NOW PREPARED \_z to make, at short notice, the FINEST BOOTS and SHOES. 1 use only the best material, and warrant my work to give entire satisfaction, both as to finish and wear. REPAIRING AND COARSE WORK also at tented to. octS-ly R. E. BR AAX,Y> , House, Sign, and Ornamental PAINTER, Paper hanging, glazing, calso- MIN IN<i, etc. Would respectfully so licit the patronage of the public. Any one wanting a botch job done can get someone else. octD-ly E. A. WILLIAMSON, " PRACTICAL WATCHMAKER k JEWELER AT DR. KING’S DRUG STORE, Broad Street, - - - Athens, C*a. ?-£C* All work done iu a superior manner, and warranted to give perfect satisfaction, octl-lv BOOT, SHOE & BARBER SHOP. OQUIRE HILL, HAVING LOCATED IN IO the Post Office building, respectfully so licits a portiou of the public patronage. Ido only first-class work, and never fail to please my customers. octft-tf ©glefpypit €cllj®. BILL AND THE WIDOW. “ Wife,” said Ed Wilbur one morning us lie sat stirring his coffee with one hand and holding a phim cake on his knee with the other, and looking across the table into the bright eyes of his neat lit tle wife, “wouldn’t it be a good joke to get Bachelor Bill Smiley to take Widow Watson to Robinson’s show next week ?” “You can’t do it, Ed; he won’t ask her. He is so awful shy. Why he came by here the, other morning when I was hanging out some clothes, and he looked over the fence and spoke, hut when I shook out a night gown he blushed like a-irymdwe x r “ I think I (gin manage it,” said Ed ; “ but I’ll have to lie just a little. But then it wouldn’t he much harm under the circumstances, for I know she likes him and he don’t dislike her; but, as you say, he’s shy. I’ll just go over to his place to borrow some bags of him, and if I don’t bag him before I come back, don’t kiss me for a week, Nelly.” So saying Ed started, and while he is mowing the fields we take a look at Bill Smiley, lie was rather a geo 1-looking fellow, though his hair and whiskers showed some grey hairs, and he had got in a set of artificial teeth. But every one said lie was a good soul and so he was. He had as good a hundred-acre farm as any in Norwich, with anew house and everything comfortable, and if he wan ted a wife, many a girl would have jump ed at the chance like a rooster at a grasshopper. Bill was so bashful—al ways was—and when Susan Berrybottle, that he was sweet on (though he never said “ boo” to her), got married to old Watson he just drew his head, like a mud-turtle, into his shell, and there was no getting him out again, though it had been noticed that since Susan had be come a widow he had paid more atten tion to his clothes and had been very regular in his attendance at the church that the fail* widow attended. But here comes Ed Wilbur. “(Rood morning, Mr. Smilev !” “Good morning. Air. Wilbur. What’s the news your way ?” “ Oh, nothing particular, that I know of,” said Ed, “ only Robinson’s show, !hatrevervb'/fh and bis girl is going to. I was to old Saekrider’s last night, and I see his son Gus has got anew buggy and wasscruhbing up his harness, and lie’s got that white-faced colt of his slick as a seal. 1 understand he thinks of taking tlie Widow Watson to tin* show. He’s been hanging round a good deal of late, hut I’d just like to cut him out, I would. Susan is a nice little woman, and de serves a better man than that young pup of a fellow, though i wouldn’t blame her much either if she takes him, for she must he dreadful lonesome, and then she has to let her farm out on shares and it isn’t half worked, ancl no one else seems to have spunk enough to-speak up to her. By jingo ! if I were a single man I’d show him a trick or two.” So saving, Ed borrowed some bags, started around the corner of the barn, where lie had left Bill sweeping, and put his ear to a knot-hole and listened, knowing that the bachelor had a habit of talking to himself when anything worried him. “Confound that young Sackrider!” said Bill, “ what business has he there, I’d like to know ? Got anew buggy, has he ? Well, so have I, and anew har ness, too; and his horse can’t come in sight of mine; and 1 declare I’ve half a mind to Yes, I will! I’ll go this very night and ask her to go to the show with me. I’ll show Ed 'Wilbur that I ain’t such a calf as he thinks I am, If I did let old Watson get the start of me in the first place!” Ed could scarce held laughing out right, but he hastily pitched the bags on his shoulder, and with a low chuckle at his success, started home to tell the news to Nellv; and about five o’clock that e. verting they saw Bill go by with his .horse and buggy on his way to the Widow’s. He jogged along quietly thinking of the old singing school days —and what a pretty girl Susan was then —and wondering inwardly if he would have more courage now* to talk up to her, until at a distance of about a mile from her house he came to a bridge —over a large creek-—and it so happen ed that just as he reached the middle of the bridge he gave a tremendous sneeze, and blew his teeth out of his mouth, and clear over the dashboard, striking on the planks they rolled over the side of the bridge and droqqed into four feet of water. Words cannot do justice to poor Bill, or paint the expression of his face as he sat there—completely dumfounded at this startling piece of ill luck. After a while he stepped out. of the buggy, and getting on his hands and knees looked over Into the water. “ Yes, thcro they CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 9, 1874. were,” at the bottom, with a crowd of little fishes rubbing elieir noses against them, and Bill wished to goodness that his nose was as close for one second. His beautiful teeth that had cost him so much, and the show coming on and no time to get another set —and the widow and young Sackrider. Well, he must try and get them somehow—and no time to lose, for someone might come along and ask him what he was fooling around therefor. He had no notion of spoiling his good clothes by wading in with them on, and besides, if he did that, he could not go to the widow’s that night, so he took a look uq and down the road to see that iy> one wgs in sight, un dressed himself, laying his clothes in the boggy to keep them clean. Then he ran around to the bank and waded into the almost icy cold water ; but his teeth did not shatter in his head, he only wished they could. Quietly he waded along so as not to stir up the mud, and when he got to the right spot he dropped under water and came up with the teeth in his hand, and replaced them in his mouth. But hark ! What noise is that ? A wagon ! and a little dog barking with all his might, and his horse is starting. “Whoa! Whoa!” said Bill, as he splashed aud floundered out through mud and water. “ Confound the horse. Whoa! Whoa! Stop, you brute you. stop !” But stop he would not, but went off' at a spanking pace with the unfortu nate bachelor after him and the little dog yelping after the bachelor. Bill was certainly in capital running costume, but though he strained every nerve he could not touch the buggy or reach the lines that were dragging on the ground. Af ter a while his plug hat shook oft’ the seat and the hind wheel went over it, making it as flat as a pancake. Bill snatched it as he ran, after jamming his list into it, stuck it, all dusty and dim pled, on his head. And now he saw the widow’s house on the hill, and wliat, oh what would he do ! Then his coat fell out and he slipped it on and then making a desperate spurt he clutched the back of the seat and scrambled in, and pulling the buffalo robe over his legs, stuffed the other things beneath. Now the horse happened to be one that he got from Squire Moore, and he -got it from lhe widow, and he took it into his head to stop at her gate, which Bill had no pow er to prevent, as he had not possession of the reins; besides lie was too busy buttoning his coat up to his chin to think of doing much else. The widow heard the-rattle of the wheels and look ed out, ond seeing that it xvas Mr. Smiley, and that he did not offer to get out, she went to the gate to see what he wanted, and there she stood chatting, with her white arms on the top of the gate, and her sinking face turned right toward him, while the cold chills ran down his shirtless back clear to his bare feet beneath the buffalo robe, and the the Water from his hair and the dust from his hat had combined to make some nice little streams of mud that came trickling down his face. She asked him to come in. No, he was in*a hurr.v, he said. Still he did not offer to go. He did not like to ask her to pick up his reins for him because he did not know what excuse to make for not doing it himself. Then he looked down the road behind him and saw a white-faced horse coming, and, at once surmising that it was that Gus Sackrider coming, he resolved to go or die, and and hurriedly told his errand. The Widow would be delighted to go, of course she would. But wouldni’t he come in. No, he was in a hurry, he said ; had to go on to Mr. Green’s place. “Oh,” said the widow, “you’re going to Mr. Green’s are you? Why, I xvas just going there myself to get one of the girls to help me quilt some. Just wait a second while I get my bonnet and shawl, and I’ll ride with you.” And away she skipped. “Thunder and lightning!” said Bill, “ what a scrape!” and he hastily clutch ed his pants hetxveen his feet, and xvas preparing to wiggle into them, xvhen a light wagon, draxvn by a xvhite-faced horse driven by a boy, came along and stopped beside him. The boy held up a pair of boots in one hand and a pair of socks in the other, and just as the widow reached the gate again, he said : “ Here’s your boots and socks, Mr. Smiley, that you left on the bridge xvhen you xvere swimming.” “ You’re mistaken,” said Bill “ thc’re not mine.” “ Why,” said the boy, “ ain’t you the man that had the race after the horse just now?” “ No, sir, lam not ! You had better go on about your business.” Rill sighed at the loss of his Sunday boots, and turning to the widow, said : “Just pickup the lines, will you, please; this brute of a horse is forever switching them out of my hands.” The ! xvidow complied, anti then he pulled one ! corner of the robe cautiously down, and she got in. “ WhaV a lox-ely evening,” said she “and so warm I don’t think xve need the rqj>e over us, do xve ? (A ou sec, she had on a nice dress and 1 a pair of new gaiters, and she wanted to j shoxv theiJ.), “ Oh, my ! v said Bill, earnestly, “ you’ll I find it eh illy tiding, and I wouldn’t have j you catch oolfi for the xvorld.” She seemed pleased at his tender care for her health, and contented herself with stic' i ../*• one of her little feet out, sjyer t);e mid of ; it * ’ “ What is this, Mr. Smiley ? a neck tie ?” “ A es, I bought it the other day, and I must have left it in the buggy. Never mind it.” “ But*” she said, “it xvas so careless,” and stooping over picked it up and made a motion to stuff it between them. Bill felt her hand going down, and ma king a dive after it clutched it in his and held it hard and fast. Then they went on quite a distance, he holding her soft little hand in his and xvondcring xvhat he should do xvhen they got to Green’s, and she xvondering he did not say something nice to her as well as to squeeze her hand, and xvhy his coat was buttoned up so tightly on such a warm ex*enjng, and xvhat made his face and hat so dirty, until as they xvere go ing down a little hill one of the traces came unhitched and they had to stop. “ O murder!” said Bill, xvhat next!” “What is the matter, Mr. Smiley?” said the xvidoxv, with a start that came near jerking the robe off his knee. “ One of the traces is off,” said he. “ Well, xvhy don’t von get out and put it on ?” “ I can’t,” said Bill; “ I’ve got—that is, I haven’t got—oh, dear, I’m so sick. What shall I do?” “ Why, Willie,” said she tenderly, “what is the matter, do tell me?” ami she gave his hand a little squeeze, and looking into his pale and troubled face, she thought lie was going to faint; so she got out her smelling-bottle xvith her left hand, And qulling the stopper out with her teeth she stuck it to his nose. Bill xvas just taking in breath for a mighty sigh, and the pungent odor made him throxv back his head so far that he lost his balance and went oxmr the low backed buggy. The little woman gave a little scream as his big bare feet flew by her head ; and covering her face with her hands gax*e way to tears or smiles— it was hard to tell which. Bill was “ right side up” in a minute and was leaning over the back of the seat humbly apologizing and explaining, when Ed Wilbur and his wife and baby drove up behind and stopped. Poor Bill felt that he would rather have been shot than have Ed Wilbur catch him in such a scrape, but there xvas no help for it now, so he called Ed to him and whispered 1 in his ear. Ed xvas like to burst with sup pressed laughter, but he beckoned to his wife to drive up, and after saying some thing to her, he helped the xvidoxv out of Bill’s buggy into his, and the txvo women x\*ent on leaving the men behind. Bill lost no time in arranging his toilet as xvell as he could, and then with great persuasion Ed got him to go home xvith him, and hunting up slippers and socks and getting him washed and combed, had him quite presentable xvhen the ladies arrived. I need not tell how the story xvas all wormed out of bashful Bill, and hoxv they all laughed as they sat around the tea-table that night, but xvill con clude by saying that they x\*ent to the show together, and Bill has no fear of Gus Sackrider now. This is the story about Bill and the Widoxv as I had it from Ed Wilbur, and if there is anything unsatisfactory about it, ask him. What Constitutes a Car Load.— Someone xvho has been investigating the subject says that in general, 20,000 pounds is a ear load, 70 barrels of salt, 70 of lime, 90 of flour, 60 of whiskey, 200 sacks of flour, 6 cords of hard wood, 7 of soft, 18 to 20 head of cattle, 50 to 60 head of hogs, 80 to 100 head of sheep, 6,000 feet of solid boards, 17,000 feet of siding, 13,000 feet of flooring, 40,000 shingles, one-third less hard lumber, one tenth less of Joists, one-fourth less of green lumber, scantling and all other large lumber. iJ4O bushels of wheat, 360 of corn, 680 of oats, 400 of barley, 360 of flax seed, 360 of apples, 480 of Irish po tatoes, 360 of sweet potatoes, 1,000 bush els of bran, The foregoing tale maybe not exactly correct, for the reason that railroads do not exactly agree in their rules and estimates, but it approximates, so closely to the general average that shippers will find it a great convenience as a matter of reference. HASHED JOKES. If your brain is ou fire bfoxv it out. * * “ Lotting off sleep ” is a little boy’s definition of snoring. The highest compliment to a barber— He dyed and made no sign. The only kind of stakes that a farmer should hold are fence stakes. What preachers lack in depth they generally give you in length. Gravity is no more evidence of wisdom than a paper collar is of a shirt. A man named his best hen “ Macduff,” because he wanted her to lay on. What trade is it whoso works are tmm pled undfcr foot? The shoemakers. > A man xvent the other night to ascer tain the color of the xvind, and found it blew. An Eastern debating society is trying to settle xykich is the hardest to keep, a diary or an umbrella. An loxva editor recently announced that a certain patron of his was “ thieving ” as usual. It xvas written thriving. What is the difference between a car pet-bagger and a church bell ? One peals from the steeple and the other steals from the people. When a Chicago man can’t lie on his back and go to sleep without dreaming of his mother-in-laxv, it is considered, a sufficient ground for divorce. If it takes six days for a Bologna sau sage to sink to the bottom of a barrel of soft soap, hoxv many boot jacks xvill it take to shingle a lamp-post. A youthful Pennsylvania granger, about to be chastised by his father the oilier day, called for his grandfather to protect him from the middle man. A little boy heard his mother tell of eighteen head of cattle being burnt the other day. “ Weren’t their tails burnt also ?” in quired the verdant youth. In Bellefante, Pa., a man keeps a pet rattlesnake secured iu his front yard to drive away lightning-rod men, sewing-machine agents, aud book-peddlers. A lady asked Mr. Johnson if he liked children. ‘'Don’t know, ma’am,” answered that crabbed old gentlemen; “ never tried ’em ; am not an ogre.” A Western postmaster writes to the Postmaster General that “ hell would be full of country postmasters if they didn’t get more pay thou is-allowed “ What becomes of .dogs when they die ?” was xvhat a juvenile in Boston asked his pa. “ They go to the happy land of ea niue,” his parent quickly replied. The following is a popular song' in Athens: “ Beefsteak xvhen I’m hungry, whiskey xvhen I’m dry, greenbacks when I’m hard up, and Heaven xvhen I die.” Progression is the watchword of the hour, but Oglethorpe mothers haul their dis obedient children ox r er the knee and strike on the sgme old spot that Romans did 3,000 years ago. Landlady (fiercely)—“You must not occupy that bed with your boots ou ! ” Board er—“O, never mind, they’re only an old pair. The bed-bugs can’t hurt em ; I’ll risk it any how.” A good way to restore a man appar ently drowned, is to first dry him thoroughly, inside aud out, aud then clap a speaking trumpet to his ear and inform him his mother in-laxv’s dead. The expression of a nervous xvoman’s face, upon getting into a dentist’s chair, is something that no man can imitate until lie gets a letter from his mother-in-laxv, sharply inquiring if that spare room is ready. “ Wife, do you know that I have got the pneumonia ?” “ New monia, indeed ! Such extravagance! You’re the spendthriftest man I ever did see ! To go and lay out money for such trash, xvhen 1 need anew bounet so much.” A couple of neighbors became so inim ical that, they would not speak to each other, but one of them, having been converted at a camp-meeting, on seeing his former enemy, held out his hand, saying : “ Hoxv d’ye do, Kemp? I’m humble enough to shake hands with a dog!” The beauty of keeping a goat is that he isn’t particular xvhat you feed him on. A Buffalo billy got into the house the other day during the family’s absence, and managed to make a respectable meal oft" of a Panama hat, three linen-bosomed shirts, a box of Havana cigars, and part of anew bonnet. Johnnie, xx*ho is studying French his tory, was observed at dinner sawing the relics of a watermelon with a chicken bone. “ What are you doing, Johnnie,” said papa. “ Making a tableaux,” said Johnnie. “ What of?” queried papa. “ Bone-a-part crossing the rind, you old lunatic,” said the young chap. The most diabolical pun ever invented was perpetrated by a very harmless sort of person the other evening. When Mr. Sober leigh read that a farmer in the West had chopped his only son in two, he innocently remarked that he didn’t think that they ought to arrest a man for simply “ parting his / ir in the middle.” A gentleman at Troy recently attended the funeral of a deceased relative. Just as the coffin xvas about to be lowered in the grave he stepped ont from the crowd of mourners, deliberately opened a pen-knife, clipped a splinter from the rough pine box in which the coffin xvas encased, and coolly proceeded to hittlc out a tooth-pick. VOL. I--NO.l. DISGUSTED WITH LIBERIA. The Experieno* of a Tennessee Colored Man who Does Rot Relish a Diet of Roots, Snakes, Lizards and Soorpions. Strawberry Plain*, Sept. 12,-rDan Price, a bright, intelligent mulatto, who left this neighborhood the 23d day last November, in company xvith thirty two others for Liberia, arrived in our town on the ten o’clock train this morn ing, on his return from old Africa, the native country of his race across the deep blue sea. Dan tells us a very distressing story of his relatives aud friends. He says they had not been in Liberia • rruva+h till they* hsd bjiried niyie of their little party, all of whom died of fe~ fever, including his wife, mother, grand mother, and his oldest child. He brought two of his little children back with him, xvho were fortunate enough to escape the fatal disaster. The remainder of the party are nearly all sick aud anxious to get back to America, but as a trip this xvav. costs fifty dollars, none of them can get the funds to return on. But few of them have been able to do a day’s xvork since they arrived in Liberia, and xvhen they can xvork they only get twenty cents a day. He says that the agent of the Coloni zation Society grossly misrepresented the country to them or they would never have thought of leaving East Tennessee. The natives, xvith but few exceptions, arc of the rudest type, and nearly all of them live on roots, frogs, snakes, scorpi ons, lizards and insects of various kinds. Bacon being fifty cents a pound, and flour from ten to twelve dollars a hun dred, of course can ouly be used by the rich. Corn, wheat, oats and other staple productions of this country cannot be grown there to any advantage. He never saxv a team of horses, mules or oxeu.from the time he left New York till he returned, the soil being cultivated mostly with, the hoe. No one ever thinks of going out xvithout an umbrella or something to protect him from the intense heat of the sun. Settlers are often ox T crrun by the dif ferent savages from the interior, them- HfJuea killed and thir robbed and burned. Many of the natives dress in regular barbarian style; that is, they go entirely naked, except xvhen out from their places of abode; they then dress up xvith one garment—a hip cloth. The offices of the government are all filled by negroes, xvho are generally mean and tyrannical toward the common people. The rich will not in any man ner associate xvith the poor, and when the poor negro xvorks for the rich one he is sent to the kitchen for his meals. He mailed a dozen letters at this office, which xvere xvr.itten by former slaves to their old masters in this country, all asking that money be sent them that they be enabled to get back to their old homes once more. He brought the let ters to this country and mailed them, because none of the xvriters had the money to pay the high rate of postage charged in Liberia. Take it all in all, Dan says, if he could even have his health in Liberia, he xvould rather be a slax'e here than a freeman there. Dan reads and writes xvell, and has for years been considered a leader among his race in this section. He advises his people to quit politics and go to xvork, that they may be pros perous and happy. The Effects of a Hot Brick.— Mrs. Battles, says Max Adeler, suffers from cold feet, and the other night she warmed up a brick, intending to take it to bed with her. She laid it down by the bedside xx’hile she attended to the baby, and then forgot about it and turn ed in. After awhile Battles came ox*er to the bed room, and when he had assu med his night shirt he began to say his prayers. When he was about half way through he happened to move his kneo a little to the left, and it came in con tact xvith the brick. For an instant ho thought that something had stung him, and jumping up, he came back to ascer tain what it was. He saw the brick lying there, but it never occurred to him that it xvas the cause of the trouble, so. he picked it up for the purpose o brow ing it out of the window. Then ie sud denly dropped it on two of his corns with a cry of pain, and after an indig nant denunciation to Mrs. Battles, he procured a piece of paper, aud in a furi ous rage hurled the brick through the, xx-indoxv-sash. It hit a policeman who. happened to be standing on the pave raent below, and in less than ten min utes Battles was on his xvay to the st.i tion-house, where he was locked up all night on a charge of assault and battery. He xvas released in the morning after paying §2O fine. He has not finished hi t prayers yet, and Mrs. Battles now warms her feet with a flannel petticoat..