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LESTER’S BLOCK, ATHENS, GA.
SUMMER II ROODS
AT
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S. C. DOBBS,
New Planter's Store,
BROAD STREET, - - ATHENS, GA.,
Have now in store one of the best selected
stocks of Spring and Summer
Dry Goods, of all kinds,
GROCERIES, PROVISION. Etc.,
ever brought to Athens, which he will sell as
LOW FOR THE CASH as can be bought
elsewhere in the city. 1 ask that the citizens
of Oglethorpe give me a trial when they visit
Athens, and 1 will convince them that they
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WAITING.
“fkaxk.”
The shadowy boatman’s solemn call
Will sound ere long for me—
The mirage of the other shore
Already I can see.
The spires and domes of city fair,
And stately groves of palm,
By streams whose waters clear contain
For every wound a balm.
The music of the spirit choir,
Like wind harp’s sweet, sad strain,
Is borne upon the ambient air
And eharms away the pain
That long, with shackles dark and strong,
Hath bound my trembling frame—
And caused the joy of life to prove
For me an empty name.
Oh ! boatman, welcome he thy call,
I’ll meet thee on the brink,
And to the memory of jiast grief
The cup of Lethe drink.
A fond farewell I’ll have for those
Who may have loved me here,
Or sought with tender, pitying hearts
A lonely life to cheer.
My treasures long have “ gone before”—
They left me one by one,
And journeyed to the brighter shore
Beyond time's setting sun.
I know I’ll see them all again,.
I’ll find them “over there,”
The honored age, the dark-eyed youth,
And babe with golden hair.
They hold tlieir hands toward me now,
And call me day by day :
I seem to hear each well known voice
Cry, “ Come, oh ! come away !”
Then boatman, tarry not so long—
I’m near the river side,
And listening for thy mournful song
Each day at eventide.
Written for the Echo.]
LINES
Inscribed to my daughter on its being suggest
ed that I should tame her —that she was
grooving too large to be so frolicsome.
“ YANCEY.”
Tame her! ah, please explain tlie word ?
Would you clip tlie wings of the new-fledged
bird ?
Would you liusli the oriole’s tuneful^ay,
Or tone his song to one less gay ?
Tame her! pray chain the stream to its moun
tain bed,
Or still tlie free zephyrs that fan thy head.
Would you bind the limbs of the wild gazelle,
Or force it with the tiresome sloth to dwell ?
Tame her! ah, no —the hand of Time
Will harden to, prose life’s gleesome rhyme.
Sorrow will clip thy wings too soon —
Life’s beautiful morning will grow sultry at
noon.
Tame thee! ah no, not mine the hand
To touch thy joy with the blightning brand
That the hollow-hearted world applies
To the heart of youth when first it—sighs.
Tame thee ! ah, does that mean to school
The gay, young heart to fashion’s rule ?
To tone thy merry laugh,, my child,
To softer note, less free and wild ?
Tame thee! aye, teach thy heart to hide
Each warm impulse, that like the tfde,
Delights to ebb and flow, nor fears
To laugh, not smile, to wipe, not crush its
tears.
Tame thee ! ah no, not I, sweet one,
Will ever cloud life’s rising sun.
Be glad, be gay, let no false chain
Fetter thy heart and clog thy brain.
Time, the hard master, tames us all—
He brings each one within his thrall.
He touches tlie spring of youth’s glad fount,
And scatters his frosts on its sun-lit mount.
He puts the plastic heart in his frigid mould,
And gilds with false glitter the virgin gold.
He’ll bind thy free spirit soon enough.
As life’s widening path grows rugged and
rough.
Tame thee! ah no, that heart, I ween,
Is far too pure to wear a screen.
Give vent to its impulses, glad and free —
There is no evil, I’m sure, in thee.
Wear no false mask —he my own, free child,
Merry and loving, gleesome and wild.
Sing, my sweet bird, your own glad song;
Your spring-time sonnet lasts not long.
Heaven bless thee, my own, my darling one,
And clear quickly each cloud that veils life’s
sun,
And keep thee as pure and happy alway
As thou art e’en now, in youth’s opening day.
Bite of the Rattlesnake. — A post
office agent traveling in Texas tells of the
successful use of the gall of a rattlesnake
as an antidote for the bite of that rep
tile. In the case spoken of relief was
almost instantaneous to the patient, who
was writhing in paroxysms of great pain,
rapidly swelling and becoming purple.
A friend of the writer, who spent several
years in California and New Mexico,
saw the same remedy successfully used
among the Indians in the latter country.
In one instance, an Indian’s dog near
the camp was bitten in the nose by a
large rattlesnake. The Indians immedi
ately opened the reptile and administer
ed the gall. The cure was rapid and
effectual. — St. Augustine {Fla.) Press.
Watchmakers’ Oil.— The singularly
lumped oil drawn from the jawbones of
blaekfish, which is used by watchmakers
the world over, almost comes from Prov
incetown, although the total con
sumption is only two hundred gallons
yearly.
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JULY 16, 1875.
BEVILTEIEB.
—lf you don’t bridal your tongue, sad
dle be your fate.
—The biggest grave in the world is that
of the Dead Sea.
—A crack invisible to the naked eye—
The crack of a whip.
—And now let the weather put a head
•on each cabbage plant.
—Drinking glass after glass must pro
duce pains in your insides.
—There is a man in Oregon who never
saw a woman. He is blind.
—Hot, hotter, hottest! Hottentot,
hottentotter, hottentest! Hottissimo,
hotissimi, hettissimus! Hotj!
—The hair from ladies’ braid should
never be worn on the lapel of a gentle
man’s coat; unless the parties are en
gaged.
—“ We read in de good book,” says a
colored Baptist brother down South, “of
John de Baptist—never of John de
Methodist.”
—“ What is the cause of that bell’s
ringing?” inquired William. “ I think,”
said John, “that somebody has pulled
the rope.
—Rising Junior: “O, Charlie! I ex
pect to graduate at next commencement.”
“ Graduate ? what will you graduate in?”
“ Why, in white tule!”
• —A female justice of the peace in
Wyoming had to stop to pin up her hair
while solemnly sentencing a prisoner to
three months in jail. *
—lf, says a contemporary, Brigham
Young wore an additional “ weed” on
his hat every time he lost a wife or moth
er-in-law, it is estimated his hat would
have to be twenty-seven feet high.
—A Chicago man owns a dog which
knows when Sunday comes. He knows
it because on that day his master always
gets down his fishpole and leaves the
house by the back door. Applies to oth
er places.
—“ We can detect the old rebel yell,”
says the Buffalo Express, “in the ap
plause that cheers on the Democratic
cause in Ohio.” Then, why the dickens
don’t you throw down your gun and
take to your heels, as you always used to
do?
—They were seated at a late dinner
when the bell rang and a servant handed
a card to Lavender’s wife. “ Why good
gracious, it’s our minister, and I’ve been
eating onions I” she exclaimed. “Never
mind,” said Lavender “you needn’t kiss
him to-day.”
—“ The ruling passion strong in death”
was never more forcibly illustrated than
by the young mother, who, upon the
momentary realization of the successful
termination of the pains of parturition,
exclaimed, “ Thank goodness ! I guess I
can pin my dress back now /”
—The united ages of a Stonington
bride and bridegroom were 87 years •
but, as he contributed 74 of them, he left
his wife but 13 to make up the sum. He
had eight married children and numer
ous grand-children. She had none.
But, for all that, he had clearly the best
of the bargain.
—lt is reported that Anna Culver, of
Pennsylvania, who went out to the
Fiji Island last summer as a missionary,
is at home again. Her first Sunday
school class came shuffling into her house
one morning with nothing on but neck
laces, whereupon Anna’s enthusiasm in
the cause all melted away.
—As a general thing we do not im
plore young gentlemen to dress gushing
ly ; but if they will wear a handkerchief
in the rear pocket to their pantaloons, it
would be an ordinary favor to a blush
ing public to select such as have orna
mented borders. We like to feel sure
its a handkerchief, that’s all.
—A woman who attended an amateur
theatrical performance in Pittsburgh was
“ astonished almost beyond measure at
the exhibition of shriveled limbs, bandy
legs and knock knees” of the male tra
gedians. “ The physical degeneracy of
the day has seldom been so fully dis
played in public,” she says.
—A certain clerk in a Western village
recently made the following com
ment on Pocahontas. Said he : “ Poca
hontas was a great man ; Pocahontas
was a kind-hearted and true man.”
“ Hold on,” cried his champion, “ Poca
hontas was a woman.” “She was, eh?”
said he. “Well, that’s jnst my luck.
How am I expected to know? I never
read the Bible.”
—“ Summer draws near,” mused
Jenkius, as he gazed on the landscape
from his cottage window the other morn
ing. “ Summer drawers ; dear, indeed,”
said Mrs. J., sharply. “If you go to
putting on summer drawers before the
Ist of July, you may double up with the
rheumatiz before I’ll sit up all night
rubbing you again, Mr. Jenkins.”
—A catalogue of a well known book
seller perpetrates the following—unin
tentionally, of course. Apropos of a
work on xylography, it says: “It con
tains sixty-nine engraving, either from
wood or metal, twelve of which bear in
scriptions representing scenes of Chris-'
tian mythology, figures of patriarchs,
saints, devils, and other Dignitaries of
the Church!”
—Here’s a good thing on the ** tater
bug.” Three men comparing notes:
One says, “ There are three bugs to every
stalk.” A second says, “They have cut
down my early crop, and are sitting on
the fence waiting for my last crop to
come up.” “ Pshaw !*’ said the third,
“ you knew nothing about it. I passed
a seed store the other day, and saw the
bugs looking over the books to see who
had bought seed potatoes.”
WAS SHE A BRICK?
It was one of the handsome packets on
the river, and among the passengers
bound for Vicksburg were a Georgian and
his wife who have relatives in Missis
sippi-
He was a large-sized, handsome-look
ing maD, and she was a pleasant looking
little woman, with blue eyes and short
chestnut curls. One would have said
that she would have screamed at a tilt of
the boat.
He sat smoking with other gentlemen
after she had retired to her state-room,
and the cabin was entirely clear of ladies
when someone proposed a game of cards.
In ten minutes after, half a dozen men
were shuffling cards over cabin tables, and
the Georgian was matched against one
who was a stranger to all on board. He
was a quiet, courteous, well-dressed man,
and had been taken for a traveller in
search of health. He was lucky with his
cards, but he did not propose playing for
stakes. It was this that nettled the Geor
gian who proposed it. He called himself
a champion hand at poker, and when he
found that he had met his equal he de
termined to test the stranger’s financial
mettle.
They had fifty dollars on the table
when the Captain looked into the cabin.
He caught the Georgian’s eye and gave
him to understand that his opponent was
a river black leg, but the other gentlemen
had dropped their cards and crowded
around, money was up, and the informa
tion had come too late. Besides, the
Georgian was doing well enough, and he
flattered himself that he could teach the
courteous black-leg a lesson.
It was a very quiet group around the
table, and after the play had continued
for fifteen minutes the gentlemen spoke
in whispers, and some of them were re
minded of old times on the Mississippi,
when the gamblers had the full run of
every boat.
The Georgian had luck with him from
the start, and while he looked smiling
and confident the gambler appeared to
grow excited and uneasy. His money
was raked across the table until the
Georgian had S2OO in greenbacks before
him. The stakes had been light up to
this time, both men seeming to fear each
other’s skill. The Georgian proposed to
increase them, the gambler agreed. In
ten minutes the latter had his S2OO back:
Luck had turned. The Georgian lost
S2O ; then SSO; then SBO ; then f 100.
The gambler’s face wore a quiet smile.
The Georgian became nervous. His hands
trembled as he held up the cards, and his
face was wet with moisture.
“ Come gentleman! said one of the
group, let’s have a general hand for
amusement and then turn in.
The Georgian looked up with a fixed
glance and replied:
“ I have lost $400; he must give me a
fair show!”
The play went on. The heap of green
backs at the gambler’s right hand grew
larger. Once in a while the Georgian
won, but he lost $lO for every one gained.
He finally laid down his cards, pulled a
roll of bills from a breast-pocket, and
counted out S3OO. That was his pile.
In less than ten minutes every dollar of
it had been added to the gambler’s heap.
“ Gentlemen will you smoke ?” asked
the gambler, as he turned around and
drew his cigar case.
They knew his character in spite of
his disguise, and they refused.
“ I am sorry for my friend,” he contin
ued, biting at the end of a cigar, “ but
you will agree that the play was fair.”
The Georgian had passed out on the
promenade deck. The gambler turned
to his stack of bills and was counting
them when there was a sharp exclama
tion, the sounds of a brief struggle, and
the little woman with blue eyes entered
the cabbin. She was half undressed, a
shawl thrown over her shoulders,and she
had a revolver in her hand.
No one had seen her leave her state
room and cross the cabin. No one knew
that her husband had the revolver in his
hand as she softly came upon him. “Go
back !” he whispered—l am coming in a
moment.
With swift motion she seized the wea
pon, wrenched it from his grasp, and as
she came down the cabin to the table
at which the gambler sat, and around
which half a dozen men yet lingered,
her blue eyes were full of fire.
The gambler looked up.
The hammer of the revolver came up
w r ith a double click.
A white arm stretched out, and the
muzzle of the revolver looked straight
into the gambler’s face.
He turned pale ; the men fell back.
For half a minute the deep silence was
broken only by the faint splash of the
paddle-wheels.
“ Go!” she said.
He rose np and reached for the money.
“Leave it!” she whispered, making a
threatening motion with the revolver.
He retreated back.
She followed.
Foot by foot he flanked across the cab
in, the muzzle of the revolver always
on a line with his face. He backed
through the door on to the promenade
deck, and the railing was there.
“Jump F’ she whispered.
The boat was running along within
three hundred feet of the shore. Over
the rail to the water was a terrible leap.
“ Yon can have the money !” he said.
“ Jump! ” she repeated.
“I will not!”
The arm came up a little, and the light
from the cabin showed him a cold,
strange, determined look on her face.
He turned about, and shivered, and was
over the rail, leaping far out and unable
to suppress a cry of alarm as he felt
himself going down.
The boat swept along, her arm fell,
and re-entering the cabin, she sat down,
leaned her head on the table and wept
bitterly.
The passengere said she was a “ brick.”
Was she ?
A Mother’s Warning Remembered Too
Late.
“Johnson, the officer says you were
drunk, and that you haven’t drawn a
sober breath for a week. How is that,
J ohnson ?”
“ Yer honor,” said Johnson, as he
dropped one arm over the rail, and lean
ed back heavily on the policeman who
supported him by the shoulder, “ yer
honor, it’s true. I’ve been drunk for a
week, as you say,an’ I haven’t got a word
to say to defend myself. I’ve been in
this ’ere court, I guess, a hundred times
before, an’ every time I’ve asked yer
honor to let me off light. But this time
I don’t have no fear. You can send me
up for ten days, or you can send me up
for ten years; it’s all one, now.”
As he spoke he brushed away a tear
with his hat and when he paused he
coughed a dry, racking cough, and drew
his tattered coat closer about his throat.
“ When I went up before,” he contin
ued, “I always counted the days an’ the
hours till I’d come off. This time I’ll
count the blocks to the Potter’s Field.
I’m almost gone, Jedge.”
He paused again, and looked down
upon Iris almost sockless feet,
“ When I was a little country boy,
my mother used to say to me, ' Charley,
if you want to be a man, never touch
liquor;’ an’ I’d answer, ‘No, mother, I
never will.’ If I’d kept that promise,
you an’ me wouldn’t have been so well
acquainted, Jedge. If I could only be a
boy again for half a day. If I could go
into the old school house just once more,
an’ see the boys and girls as I used to
see them in the old days, I could lay
right dowm here an’ die happy. But it’s
too late. Send me up, Jedge. Make it
fer ten days, or make it fer life. It don’t
make no difference. One way would be
as short as the other. All I ask now is
to die alone. I’ve been in crowded tene
ments for years. If I can be alone a
little while before I go, I’ll drop off
contented.”
The shoulder of the muddy coat slipped
from the policeman’s hand, and the used
up man fell in a heap to the floor. He
was carried to the little room behind the
rail. His temples were bathed and his
wrists were chafed. But it was no use.
Though his heart still beat, he was fast
going to join his schoolmates, who have
crossed the flood. The shutters were
bowed—the door was closed. He might
die contented; for he was left alone.
A Chip from a Star.
[lllinois State Register.]
A few days ago, as a lady, who re
sides in the south part of the city, was
standing at the gate in front of her resi
dence, she was startled by a rushing
sound in one of the shade trees, and in
stantly afterward heard some heavy ob
ject drop with a loud thump on the plank
walk. On picking up the “ thing,” it was
found to be about two inches long and
three-quarters of an inch wide, and appa
rently composed of exceedingly dense
iron, with yellow blotches that resembled
sulphur, and covered with a black sub
stance resembling coal tar. When pick
ed up it was found to be uncomfortably
warm for the hand, and all the circum
stances combined lead irrestibly to the
conclusion that this little body is a frag
ment of a larger one, w hich was a me
teorite or aerolite. The sides of the frag
ment have tlie appearance of having
been split off from another body, and
present longitudinal stria in the direc
tion of the fracture. The ends seem to
have been squarely broken off, somewhat
like the fracture made by the breaking"
of the mineral known as the galena.
This little piece fell at about three o’clock
in the afternoon, when the sun was shin
ing in a clear sky, and no doubt burst in
the extreme upper regions of the atmos
phere, in the full blaze of sunlight, and
so escaped observation. If this had hap
pened during the darkness and stillness
of the night, the light and the noise
would no doubt have attracted attention.
A moment’s inspection of this fragment
is sufficient to show that it closely resem
bles, in every respect, the aerolites that
are known to have fallen in many parts
of the world, and that are treasured as
great curiosities in many museums; the
more so as the substance of w hich it is
composed resembles, in its chemical com
binations, no mineral of a terrestrial
origin. Wherever these bodies or frag
ments are found they may be instantly
recognized by this peculiarity, their sub
stance being known as meteoric iron.
A body of this kind was found in South
America that it estimated to weigh 30,-
000 pound; another, in the Yale College
cabinet, which Was found in the Red
River country, weighs 1,365 pounds.
Sagacity of the Partridge.—ln
stances of the sagacity of the partridge,
woodcock, and other birds have often
been related. But the most singular il
lustration of the deception practiced by
the first of these wily species to protect
their young is given by Mr. Henshaw,
of the Government Survey west of the
one hundreth meridian. While riding
through pine woods, a brood of partrid
ges, containing the mother and eight or
ten of about a week old, was come upon
so suddenly that the feet of the foremost
mule almost trod on them. The young
rose, flew a few r yards, and, dropping
down, were in an instant hid in the un
derbrush. The mother meanwhile
began some Tery peculiar tactics. Ris
ing up, she fell back again to the ground
as if perfectly helpless, and imitated the
actions of a wounded bird so successful
ly that for a moment it was thought she
had really been trodden upon. Several
of the men, completely deceived, attempt
ed to catch her, but she fluttered away,
keeping just out of reach of their hands
until they had been enticed ten or twelve
yards off, when she rose and was off like
a bullet. Her tactics had successfully
covered the retreat of her young.
California had a $120,000 fire.
VOL I—NO. 41.
ALL SORTS.
The recent conduct of certain colored
persons in various portions of the South
leads the Richmond Whig to say:
“ Every white lady in the South owes it
to herself to accustom herself to the use
of firearms;never to leave the house
without a pistol, and always to have one
at hand in doors.”
Miss Hattie Russell, but fifteen
years of age, has been recently tried and
acquitted at Duluth, Minnesota, of mur
der in the first degree. On the evening
of March 4th she shot and killed John
Pugsley, a married man, who she alleged
was the father of her illegitimate child.
There was great sympathy for the ac
cused, many of the most respectable
ladies of the place taking her by the
hand and pledging themselves to stand
by her.
The Burlington (Iowa) Haicl-cye says:
“A little zephyr struck Floyd county
the other day and nearly turned it up
side down. It blew John Barney’s house
over, with Mrs. Barney and the children
in it, rolled it over three times, jammed
it against a tree and tore it to pieces,
and the inmates were only slightly
bruised. Asa postscript to all this we
would say that Mrs. Barney, who is
somewhat deaf, never desisted from her
knitting all that time, and when the
final crash came{jonly looked up and said,
‘ Come in—don’t knock.’”
Tiie ingenious French have contrived!
a novel way to impress the barbaric
mind, M. de Brazza, who has charge of
the expedition to Senegal, carries an
elect/ic battery in his pocket communi
cating with two rings on his hand and
w ith other apparatus scattered about his
person. When he shakes hands with a
savage chief that chief will be very much
astonished, for an electric shot will run
up his arm and he will see lightning
playing about the head of his visitor.
Naturally he will think he is being
interviewed by the devil, and will be rea
dy to consent to anything in order to get
away.
An act of outrageous and hideous van
dalism wa recently perpetrated upon
the remains of Gen. Howell Hinds, bur
ied in Greenville, Mississippi. The
vault which contained his coffin was
broken into, his body taken out and the
right hand cut off. For this strange and
unnatural crime no other motive can be
found save the superstitious idea that a
certain bone in the right hand of a dead
man is a pow erful “ charm” for conjur
ing. No ring or other valuable was up
on the body when buried, and therefore
no mercenary motive can be assigned for
this desecration of the grave—nothing
could have inspired the deed but the
horrible infatuation of the conjuror.
IRWTNTON (Wilkinson county) South
erner : Mr. C. C. Smith, of this county,
has a bale of cotton, made during the
war, for which he was offered in May,
1865, 44 cents per pound, but thinking
it less than its value refused to sell.
Cotton took a downward turn about that
time, and has been falling ever since,
and he has held this cotton, expecting at
some time to get at least his first offer for
it. Let us see what he has lost by hold
ing it until now. Five hundred pounds
of cotton at 44 cents would net $220 00.
Interest on this amount for ten years at
7 per cent, would make the sum of
$154 00. Add this to the $220 00 and
,he would have $374 00. This present
price of low middling in this market is
14 cents, and 500 pounds of cotton would
bring S7O 00. Deduct this amount from
$374 00 and it w-onld make his loss on
one bale of cotton $304 00. This is the
strangest argument we ever heard ad
vanced against farmers holding on for a
better price.
The bodies of tw o persons, one of
whom had been buried eighteen and the
other forty-three years, which were ex
humed recently near Bath, Maine, were
found to be petrified. One body, that of
a woman eighty years of age at the time
of her death, was as perfectly preserved
and the features as natural as on the
day of her burial. Her hair had grown
to a considerable length, but the last ves
tige of her grave-clothes had disappear
ed, leaving a solid petrification, not un
like marble, of a grayish tint. The oth
er body, a man’s, had also turned to
stone, of a deep rich brown color; but
while all the clothing ffad disappeared
from the body of the woman in eighteen
years, his body still retained portions of
the cloth in wnich he was dressed for the
last time. The bodies lay in several inch
es of water.
Hands were very severely shaken
across the bloody chasm in Memphis
last week. At the celebration of the
Fonrth-fifth in that city General Forrest,
the man who captured Fort Pillowr and
"the reputed head of the Ku-Klux-Klan
in the South, was the guest of the Inde
pendent Order of Pole Bearers, a colored
organization in that city which has been
the cause of much trouble and has precip
f)itated several riots. “ President Hen
ey,” of the Pole Bearers, introduced
“ Miss Lou Lewis,” who, as the “repre
sentative of the colored ladies,” address
ed him as “ Mr. Forrest” and presented
him w ith a bouquet “ as a token of recon
ciliation, and an offering of peace and
good will.” “ Mr. Forrest” accepted the
flowers “ as a memento of reconciliation
between the white and colored races of
the South,” and accepted it “more par
ticularly as it comes from a colored lady,
for if there is any one in God’s earth
who loves the ladies it is myself.” Gen
eral, or we should say “ Mr.” Pillow,
after whom the fort was named, was also
present with newspaper editors and other
distinguished citizens, and Mr. Pillow
made a speech. Let us vomit.
Florida alligators are eating negroes