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ATHENS, CiA.,
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The Outside Bos in the Fight.
You may sing of your dog, your bottom
Or of any dog that you please;
T go for the dog the wise old dog,
That knowingly takes his ease;
And, wagging his tail outside the ring.
Keeping always his bone in sight,
Cares not a pin, in Ids w ise old bead,
For either dog in the fight.
Not his is the hone they are fighting for,
And why should my dog sail in.
With nothing to gain, but a certain chance
To lose his own precious skin ?
There may be a few, perhaps, who fail
To see it in quite this light:
But when the fur flies I had rather be
The outside dog in the fight.
I know there are dogs, most generous dogs.
Who think it was quite the thing
To take the part of the bottom dog
And go yelping into the ring,
I care not a pin what the world may say
in regard to the wrong or right:
My money goes as well as my song,
For the dog that keeps out of the fight.
WOODVILLE.
The “Little River” Controversy—Charac
teristics of Bairdstown—Fen Sketches
of Some of the Boys, and their Occupa
tions—Yankee Tricks—The Medical Chaps
—Adventures of a Preacher’s Horse and
Buggy—“ A New Richmond in the Field.”
Woodville, Green Cos., Dec., 1874.
Editor of the Eko:
Deer Si r —l liev bin powfully exer
cised of late bout sum things I’ve seed
in yore paper, and I’ve heerd so mutch
cussin an rantin and cavortiu bout “Lit
tle River,” the Deakin and “BulMt,” an
sum other chaps that live in and about a
darned little wun boss town jist up the
made from heare, that I am mighty on
easy an afeard that sumbody will git
hurt afore they will stop their darned
nonsense. I’m a pea abil man, Mr. Ed
itur, and hate fusses and like tew see
every buddy behav thairselves an tend
to tluiir own bizness. .But ef that village
ain’t the blamedest, gall darndest place
fur rows andquarrils and fusses in Geor
gy 7 , then thare ain’t no truth in hearsay.
I go thare but sildom, and it’s bin ni on
tew a muntli sence I waz up that way,
but the last time I was tharl seed a fill
er with a noosepaper in wun ban an a
si ingin the uther wun about permi&cusly
an a foam in at the mouf like a mad dorg.
He wud reade awhile and cuss awhile,
an then again he would rant an tare up
the groun and swar he wuz a gwine to
kill sumboddv, ontill lie made mv liar
rize. I tliort he had jest scaped frum a
svlurn sumwhar or he had the hidrofoby,
I didn’t no which. I seed a small look
irg chap a standin thar with a duv cul
lard hat on who looked kindo wide be
twixt the ize, and had a fouce dorg with
him that favored him rite smart, pertick
iarlv in hiz aeshuns, an I axed him what
it all ment. He tole me that the feller
wuz name bullit, an he wuz readin a let
ter frum Little River in the Eko that
riled him. I tell you, sur, he had hiz
back up and it wuz amazin tew see him.
It made my flesh kreep to see him tare
hiz liar out hv‘the rutes and heare him
swar. I’m agin swarin, Mr. Editur, fur
I wuz always told by dad and mam that
it wuz mity wicked tew swar, hut I hev
heerd lately, that it is not konsidered
rung bout thar, liekase thav are members
ov the church, an that givs sum ov em a
speshul lisenseto cuss and drink whisky.
But, sur, I want tew know who in the
dickence iz Little River. He’s a med
dilsum cuss, whoever he iz. What rite
has he got tew be a pokia hiz darnd sar
kasm at uther folkes what ain’t a pester
in him, an a evusin all this kimmotion?
Kau't you perswade him to stop hiz gab
or stop slingin his ink, a little while,
enny how, till this cons irned liulabaloo
can hav time tew stop ceasin. Ef he
doant, I’ll lie dogoned ef sum uv them
fellers will hav enny har left on thar
heds, the way thay ar a goin on now, fur
I seed a feller eummiu down the rode
frum thar the uther day with hiz mouf
mashed an liis nose a bleedin, an not a
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 25, 1874.
bit o’ har on wun side ov hiz hed, an he
wuz a rantin an a pitchin so onakounta
\ blv that I thort he had jest cum frum a
; camp-meetin, or hiz mule had runned
away with him and drug him thru the
; briers. When I axed him what waz the
matter, he looked strate at me an say he
to me, sez he, “ Youre ar a durned liar,
sur. I never sed so; enny man what sez
Iso tells a lie. I never sed he wuz drunk,
'sur.” This kind o’ riled me, an sez I,
| “ Look a here, Mister, ef it’s me you’re
I callin’ them names, I’ll jest about feel
■ the uther side ov that konk-shell ov
! yourn in a little less than no time.” But
| jest about this time his akshuaf bekame
i curius that I thort he wuz out ov his bed
| or litenin had struck him wun or totlier.
I I got sort o’ skeerd ov him an was took
i with a leavin thar, an dreckly I seed a
darky a cummin down the rode, an I
axed him bout it, and he sed that he hed
bin a fightin back thar in town, and az
the feller wuz a movin away anuther
chap konkluded he wood take enuf ov
hiz har tew devide amung his frends, fur
em tew keep frum furgittin him. I seed
anuther feller down hear the uther day
with on ole, brown, sedy-lookin cote on
an a smokin a strong-smellin durty pipe,
an he wuz ax in every man he met ef he
had ever seed him drunk. I heard a fel
ler tel him thet he didn’t no about thet,
hut he hed seen him drink a right smart.
I doant no what he wuz up tew, hut he
seamed tew r be konsiderbly ecksersized
bout sumthin. But, Mr. Editur, I seed
a peace in youre paper the uther day
that wuz a good wun. It pitched intew
Little River bout rite. I pleezed me
mitely. Ef that doant dry him up then
shorely he will go on l'urever. He ort
tew reed it evry mornin befo brekfus fur
a appertight. Thar ain’t no mistakin
the anna-mus ov that artikle. It wuz a
clincher, by golly. Thar ain’t hut wun
thing bout it I doant like. I doant think
the feller that rote it orter hev sined a
gal’s name tew it, hekase they feel a sor
ter delikasy in bavin thair namW sung
aroun in the uoosepapers. That looks
tew me like a darned Yankee trick, frum
what I hav heard of thair dispersishun,
and I’ll bet my ole boss that sum sich a
cuss as that had a han in it. Them chaps
ar alwaze a meddlin thairselves with
uther folks’ bizness, an I’ve been tole a
menny a time by ole unkle Josh, in hiz
life time, that the least you hev tew do
with them the better orf you ar. He sed
ef you mixed with em mutch they wood
make you hev a kind of Oder that smelt
like a Mat,[flower, and this produces a
kind ov sikness at the stummack in a
Georgy feller that iz mity onhelthy.
Wun thing is mity shore, and that iz
you’d better keep thair hans out ov yore
pockets. Mister Editur, that little toun
I wuz tellin you about liez sum oncom
mon quar an interestin peple in it. In
the fust place it hez got tu lims ov the
medikal profeshun. Wun uv em iz a
reglar wize saw. He kin tell yu enny
thing yu warut tu no. What he doant
no ain’t wuth larnin. I never heerd a
suhgect menshuned in his prezcnce what
he didn’t no all about. He hez got a
receat fur keepin the haucks frum ketch
in chikens, that is sed tube ded shore,
and it’s mity cheep, too, spesherly whar
flint rocks air plenterful. He iz amity
good han tew whissle also, but he iz so
ameable an kine-harted that he lets the
ehune go its owne way. The uther med
ercal chap is a oncominon curosity. He
iz bout the shape ova merlasses baril,
an kan do more taukin in a minnit than
a duzen wimmin kin in a bower; an
tauk about yore skule teecher a laffiu.
My grashus! he kant cum in hearin ov
When he gits raal tickled and
lets out wun ov his gaul bustin hoss laffs,
you’d think it wuz a clap ov thunder or
a John mule with his jaw-ake turned
tooee close to vour yeares. He rides in
a derned ole dump-kart what lie calls a
sulkey, an I see a little sqnar box rite
under the sete which I surpose he karrys
along either fur konvenience or fur a
kase ov emargency, I doant no which.
He iz amity laber-saving feller. Tau
kin bout the John mule, Mister Editur,
makes me think ova young blood that’s
a clerkin fur a merchant in that toun.
I ondevstan that he’s a gwine to embark
in anew enterprize next summer when
the nigger’s mnnny iz all spint an biz
ness gits dull. Hiz boss hez traded fur
a fine specimen ov wun ov them animals,
an he iz a gwine tew sen the clurk out
tew ride the eirkit with him. lam toled
he hez got him a striped kaliker shurt,
laved away reddv fur the bizness. Wun
ov hiz pints will be tew laru sum ov the
pertikler pints in human natur, and
start a gineral trade in brass watches an
ole harlo nives. He iz sec* tew be the
outtradinest an most enterprizin young
man ov the 10th centewry. It iz per
dicted by all who no him that he is
bound to suckseed. You fellers may
look out fur him next summer, as he
thinks ov givin you a call. Ef he duz,
Mister Editur, you will do hiz frends
a favor by givin him an his interestin
steed a puff in the Eko. Mister Editur,
taukin about animules minds me ova
sirkumstance that happined in that place
a few munths ago. I tell you, sur, as I
sed before, it iz the gaul darndest place
in Georgy, or these United States, for
strainge things, an onacountable okur
rances tew happin. Ever time I see enny
ov them fellers frum up thar, they hev
got sumthin new tew tel me. Thar wuz a
pertracted meetin a goiu on at the meet
in lious, an things wur a goin on amazin
well. But wun nite while the good par
sin waz a egspoundin the holy gospi.
inside ov the hous, his big ole black,
ruff, rawbony hoss what he hitched tew
a tree in the yard, quietly onli oced hiz
haulter an took his buggy an stole silent
ly away from the shades ov the sanctew
ary an went bout the villege a seekin
fur a “wictim tew hiz wiles.” He finer
allv serduced too innercent an unsuspec
tin fefters away frum thair homes an the
buzums of thair familys, an inticed em
tew toiler him by sum kind of magnerfyin
inflewence, an he brung em down near
tew a place whar Billy Paterson is want
tew hold hiz orgys. Arfter thay got thar
they war enduced tew try thair pluck
in a han tew han skuffle with Billy, but
he waz tew much fur em, an the konsi
kence waz thay waz sune overpovved an
bekame obliveous tew every tiling. Thar
now remanes a space in thair lives that
thay kant tell you ennything about.
Thay wur picked up the nex mornin by
thair frends in varius placez an war toun
tew be mity scatterin in thair mines. I’ll
bet them fellers kant he hired to keep
kumpany with that hoss no more. I’ll
be boun the very site ov him makes em
feel kind o’ streekid in the region of
thair bak bones. Them chaps hev bin
duin penince under the judificashun ova
holy preest ever ssnee, an thay hev
larnt that bosses iz like men in sum per
ticklers. Taint every solum, sankitfied,
long-face, lookin cuss what turns out
tew be the best Kristions. Them sort o
peeple will alwaze bar a little watch-in.
Az fur the hoss, he hed looked so sober
an serius that hiz pius marster hed set
him down az a good Kristion sort ova
feller, an thort he wud sute a preecher
fust rate, but he, too, hez larned the
solum fact that “all iz not goald what
glitters.” We must not alwaze jedge by
appeerences. That parsin iz dizgusted
with that hoss, an I hev no dout he kin
be bort mity cheep. But, Mister Editur,
I will kloze this skrawlin letter, az I
hev no dout you ar tired ov reedin the
darned thing. I kud go on frum now
tell next weak, a tellin ov things what
hez happined up an doun this rode, but
I will rite yu agin sum day or uther, that
iz if yer warn’t me tew. Yew tel Little
River, an Mr. Mum, an Mr. Beaverdam,
tu hold thair tungs fur awhile, tell we
all kin hev time tew kule down a little.
Tell that Macksey feller about them
eliaps on the peecher’s hoss, an what
thair fate wer, and tel him to shun Unkle
Matt ? Yourn til deth,'
Jeems Potipher.
STEPHENS.
Hard Times —Re-enactment of the Usury
Laws and Illation the Best Thing for the
South—Too Muoh from Bairdstown.
Stephens Ga., Dec. IG, 1874.
Editor Oglethorpe Echo :
How is the times ? Does the Echo
fall away any these days? Do the peo
ple owe any money up your way ? lam
anxious to know if every body is like
the “ folks” down in this district, “ gone
up the spout” with the financial shorts,
and all the other grievances brought on
by credit and borrowed money. The
day doesn’t seem to go pleasantly with
us down this way, and we are beginning
to think in what possible way we ffiav
be able to keep up an “effective stomach”
for an other year. The conclusion is,
Mr. Editor, unless a man is a notary
public, a ’potheeary, tooth-puller, horse
doctor, wagon-mender, a general fixer
of things, and plays the fiddle, his chan
ces for fortifying the body against star
vation for the next twelve months are at
least a little ambiguous. The poor far
mer has spent his loan of capacity, and
it is useless, under the present system of
things, to attempt another effort at de
veloping a man’s resources at this call
ing. The freedmen are depressed, and
talk much of hard times, laying much
of their distress to the planter. Mer
chants’ profits, foreclosure of liens, the
importunate creditor urging for pay, and
the low price of cotton takes the wind
from his sails, leaving him at sea without
helm or compass, discouraged obligations
increasing, credit wretchedly staken,
waiting the action of fate to decide his
condition. With these to front, and no
money to begin the iuture, our medita
tions favor the re-enactment of the usu
ry law inflation of the national curren-
cy, gold at $1.75 and cotton at 30c. per
pound. There are many changes we
could ask tor, but these will do for the
present, and as to the State Constitution
al Convention, we are following General
Colquitt’s idea on that subject. Mr.
Editor, you talk a little more yourself
and don’t let the Bairdstown folks do all
the talking. “ Yourn til deth,”
Bill Jones.
ABDUCTION OF CHABLIE BOSS.
A Tragedy and a Confession.
More than five months have elapsed
since little Charlie Brewster Ross was
kidnapped by two meu while playing in
the street near his father's residence, in
Germantown, Philadelphia. Occasion
ally a report would come from some near
or remote locality that the missing child
had been recovered, hut investigation
proved each case simply one of mistaken
identity. The case was one of such
great social interest that the Mayor of
Philadelphia offered a reward of twenty
thousand dollars for the recovery of the
child and his abductors, and though de
tectives in every quarter were set upon
the search, no decisive clue to the mys
tery was obtained, at least as far as the
public could know. At length, how
ever, the hand of Providence, it would
seem, lias overtaken the kidnappers,
successiul as they were in evading hu
man ingenuity and pursuit. By the
confession of a dying burglar who, with
another, was shot at an early hour yes
terday morning, while attempting to en
ter a dwelling near New York, the end
of the sad mystery is, it is hoped, at
hand. The annexed dispatches contain
the details of the tragedy by which this
result appears about to be obtained.
The first announcement is in the follow
ing telegram, received by Mr. Christian
K. Ross, of Germantown, father of the
stolen child:
CONFESSION OF A DYING BURGLAR.
New York, December 14, 1874.
To Mr. Ross, father of Charley Ross, Ger
mantown, Pa. :
Two men were killed this morning, in
the act of burglary, at Bay Ridge, near
this city. Oue before dying confessed
that they stole Charley Ross, and said
the other man had him concealed, but
did not know where. Both are burglars
known to the police.
Editor Daily Bulletin.
[Bay Ridge is about four miles from
Brooklyn, in Kings couuty, L. I.]
THE TRAGEDY AND THE CONFESSION.
Associated press dispatches give the
particulars of the tragedy as follows :
New York, December 14. —This
morning Superintendent Walling, of the
police, received a dispatch from Fort
Hamilton, stating that two men, named
William Moiser and Joseph Douglass,
alias Clark, were shot and killed while
attempting to commit a burglary.
Douglass, before dying, declared that
Mosier knew all about Charlie Ross,
stolen from Philadelphia. A detective
was at once dispatched from the central
office to identify the burglars. Mosier
is supposed to be the man who wore
goggies and induced the missing boy to
go with him in the buggy. The burglary
was attempted at the residence of ex-
Judge Rulett Van Brunt, on the Coney
Island plank road, at Bay Bridge, Long
Island.
It in effecting an entrance
the thieves sprung a burglar-alarm,
which connected with the adjaceut resi
dence and aroused the inmates, who
turned out. The burglars discovering
that they were liable to be captured,
left cautiously, fired at two of the pursu
ing party and ran. They were then
fired upon with the effect stated.
Judge Van Brunt’s house was empty,
and the burglar-alarm was connected
with his brother’s dwelling. Hence the
assistance came from that quarter. The
judge’s brother, his son, and a farm la
borer named Scott did the shooting. Al
bert Yon Brunt, the young man, killed
Mosier, and Douglass was killed by the
laborer with a shot gun, his bowels be
ing frightfully mangled. He survived
only half an hour.
In his confession he said he and Mo
sier were well known to the police.
While he declared that Mosier was the
kidnapper of Charlie Ross, he admitted
that he was an assistant in the theft of
the child. He asserted that the hiding
place of the child had bee l kept from
him by Mosier. He was unmarried, and
Mosier Lad a wife and six children.
None but the robbers were wounded in
the conflict, though five barrels of their
revolvers were found discharged. They
were supplied with burglars’tools. The
police now entertain hopes of finding
the missing boy. The police had been
hunting for the men sometime.
HOW THE STATEMENT OF DOUGLASS WAS
MADE.
An extra reporting the shooting of the
VOL 12.
two burglars at Bay Ridge says: Among
the persons attracted to the spofr* was
Richard Herkon, a sailor, whose house
was a little distance from Judge Van
Brunt’s residence. Between him and
the wounded man the following remark
able conversation took place:
“ The dying man,” says Herken, “ wa9
lying on the ground, and I asked him
his name. He said it was Joseph Doug
lass, and that he resided in New York.
The name of the man who was killed he
told me was Mosier, also of New' York.
He then voluntarily made the following
statement without any suggestions hav
ing been made by any one present: I
and Mosier were the men who abducted
Charlie Ross. I said to him, ‘Do you
know where he is now?’ He said‘No.’
He said Mosier had him concealed some
where, but where he did not tell me. He
also stated that Mosier was a married
man, and had six children, but whether
he had Charlie Ross with them he could
not tell me.”
He begged God to forgive him, and
asked for a minister. He was quite sen
sible when he made that statement, and
several persons were present and heard
w'hat he said.
The bodies of the men w’ere covered
up and left in the place w’here they
were shot on the grass, in the custody
of constables, until the coroner should
give permission for their removal. The
men are believed to have been river pi
rates. A boat was found moored to the
shore about half a mile from Judge Van
Brunt’s residence.
THE BURGLARS IDENTIFIED.
Silleck, of the central office, who was
sent to Fort Hamilton to identify the
burglars killed there, returned shortly
after 2 o’clock and reported to the sruer
intendent that they were the men who
stole the Ross child. Mosier was shot
in the head. They arrived there early
this morning in a sail boat.
THE WOMAN’S WHEREABOUTS.’
Hosier’s wife and children reside on
Madison street, Philadelphia, and Doug
lass boarded with them when they stole
the child. They were in the habit of go
ing through Philadelphia peddling bed--
bug poison, but the police are aware of
her whereabouts.
A Lunatic Bricked up in a Cell
and Left to Die. —A horrible story is
told in the Allentown (Pa.) Herald of a
named Levi Handwerk, who was dis
covered by a hunter on Blue Mountain,
imprisoned in a brick cell about four
feet square, where he had been immured
for twelve years. The father of Hand
werk died when the latter was a young
man, leaving him $4,000. The mother
married a second ' tusband, after which
young Handwerk was bricked up in this
prison in the w r oods, and left to live or
perish as he might. Afterthe discovery
was made, the coroner and others from
from Allentown proceeded to the place
in Washington township, where Hand
werk was imprisoned, and found a con
stable from Slatington already making
preparations for the deranged man’s re
moval. The iron bars guarding the en
trance wore taken down, and the unfor-.
tunate man was found lying on a patch,
of straw, nude and encrusted with dirt,
while the surroundings were too filthy for
description. His limbs had become
paralyzed, and he was unable to stand
upright without assistance. It is said
that the reason given for his imprison-,
ment in this filthy den was that it was
unsafe for him to be at large, and that
if he had been sent to a lunatic asylum
the money he possessed would have been
appropriated by the State for his support.
Handwerk has been sent to the county
almshouse.
Beecher and the Flea. —ln hia
sermon the other Sunday Mr. Beecher
exclaimed. “I would rather be a suffer-,
ingman than a happy flea.” For our
part, says the Courier-Journal , we would
rather be a happy flea, ten to one. What
a life is his; and, perchance, how delici
ous a martyrdom, Meandering forth to
quench his thirst in the rich, purple
champagne gore of lovely woman,he finds
himself serenely browsing upon a field
of unsunned snow within her immaculate
stocking of fleecy silk, feeling that “if
there is an elvsiura on earth it is this
and when caught and daintily crushed
beneath her dimpled fingers, he feels not
•‘iji corporal sufferance a pang as great as
when a giant dies,” but simply
Dies of a rose-odor in aromatic pain;
and as for him there is no Hades, that is
the last of him. But the “suffering
man”—catch him fooling about that
silken hose, and, as Brother Beecher is
but too well aware, Brooklyn howls.
Tons of postal cards without addresses
are destroyed in the Dead Letter Office,
because people write their mey-age first
and then forget to addr<aggtiflj|H!