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Professional Cards.
jno. N. Scarborough
attorney at law,
HIA VILLE, - - - - GA.
uoMPT attenUongiven to all claim, placed
in or hswl.. Will practice in Southwest-
t Circuit. Office in Court house.
Ihs snow v
l drifting o „„
Fierce was the wind and loud,
the hills,
^ tr* i* Good Shepherd forward pressed.
H. K. HINES.
ATTORNEY at law
66 Chekby Btsxxt, Macov, 0a.,
[over J. H. Eertz A Co.]
I S addition to local business I will give .pedal
attention to cases ent usted tome in the Al-
*av and Southwestern Circuits, and in the
Tailed States Circuit and Bankrupt Conrts fot
His head in sorrow bowed:
“O Shepherd, rest, nor farther go,
The tempest hath begun.”
“I oannot stay, I must away
To see my little one!”
A thorn-wreath bound the gentle brow
That beamed with pity sweet.
And marks of wounds were on lug hands
And scars upon his feet.
Again I said, “O Shepherd, rest,
The tempest hath begun.”
He murmured: “Nay I must away
To seek my little one.”
“I saw thy flock at peace within
Thine own, well-guarded fold;
O, Shepherd, pause, for wild the gale
That ranges o’er the world !”
“No: one poor lamb hath gone astray,
And soon may be undone;
1 cannot stay, 1 must
To seek my little o
“But, since thy flock are all secure,
Why to the heart repair !
If thou hast ninety-nine st home.
Why for a truant care !”
“Dearer to me than all the rest
Ig thst poor struggling son!
I cannot stay, I must awsy
To seek my little one!”
“Good Shepherd tell me, if his need
Should bring the wanderer home.
Wilt thou not punish him with stripes,
Lest he sgain should roam ?”
“No: I would clasp him to my heart,
• As mother olasps her son.
I cannot stay, I must away
To seek my little one!”
Even so, I thought, our gracious Lord
Hath in his h.eart Divine
A wealth or love for all his saints—
For all the ninety-mine!
But most be loves, and most he reeks
The soul by sin undone;
And still he sighs, “I roust away
THE FIERY FURNACE.
C. B. Hudson,
attorney at law,
ia.inr.Lis, ga.
To seek my little o
—Scottish Guardian.
GEO. E. THORNTON,
attorney at law,
PRESTON, GA.,
WILL practice it the Courts of Webster and
.jlining counties. Special attention given
k. ill claims snd collections. marl7 6ra
JNO. N. HUDSON,
attorney at law,
F.LLA VILLE, - - - GA
jane 23 lv
C B. WOOTEN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Albany, - - Georgia.
STILL practice in the State Conrts and in the
W Circuit and District Courts of the United
in Savannah. novl7-
Dr. J. N. CHENEY,
PRACTISING PHYSICIAN,
ELLAVILLE, ga.
TT7ILI. continno to practice as heretofore,
vv All bills due when services are rendered.
J. F v . McCLESKEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
X LIU CCS, . . . GEORGIA
From the Dsnbnry News.
A STORY
A lady whose tragic history is known
few, once gave a fragmentary sketch
from her own life, which made a deep
impression on all who were present. We
knew she had suffered great affliction be
cause her enemies had made a part of
her history public. She was called a
woman of remarkable beauty. She was
born of gentle blood. Her childhood
had been a happy one. An amiable
,reposition, a gifted and ingenious mind
aade her beloved, and when she grad
uated, a friend of her father came to the
old homestead and won her love and mar
ried her. On the evening of their de-
lartnrc for a new home, the friend who
tad been her school-mate and flayed with
her when a child came with tearful eyes
to bid her good bye.
The young couple moved to a distant
city and went into business. A great fire
came when he was fairly established, and
•wept everything away. Other, reverses
followed; he drank, became a gambler,
ran after fast women, and fell.
Then brutal passions took possession
of him, every remnant of his property
melted away, and soon hia beautiful
; foang wife was without a roof to cover
ler head. She was too prond to go back
to her parents, and she went to the house
of a friend in the outskirts of the city.
Her husband followed and tried to rob
her of what little money she earned with
her pen. At this point the story, as she
told it, begins. Her husband had threat
ened to take her life and strangle her
babe. She fled to the country and back
again to the city. He pursued her and
B. P. HOLLIS,
* ttorxxoy at lift
AMERIOUa, GEORGIA.
«r Offic* (a Hawkins? BaUdiug^ Oottoo
AT.T/F.M FORT,
attorney at law ;
AMERICUS, GEORGIA,
BILLtmeUwIn U). of the 800th-
B weatern Circuit, in th. Snpram. Ooort of
I isute tnd in thosutrio: and Cinmit Court.
•itlnCaltad BUtM. Special attention Brian
A M
inldi,,,, bead of Cotton a none. oeUStf
N. A. SMITH.
Attorney at Ii»w (
MIERICUS, : : GEORGIA
WILL practice in the Court. ofBmntar a
u idjomisg Counties, tod in Circuit Court
on Ooilag. atrMt, oeitwnjj'jMt-
S. Wise Parker,
Attorney mrt T»iaw.
Americas, Georgia.
V ILL practice iu United State* and State
Courts. Office—Hawkins* building, Cot-
lu » tvenue. June S tf.
'"•in A. HAWKISS. BUOBNB A. HAWBI
Hawkins & Hawkins,
ATTORNEYS AT LAVf,
tlf ERICU9, GEORGIA.
jin H If
cook <*> onxer
ATTORNEYS atlaw.
AMERICUS. GEORGIA.
IriLL practice in tbe Ooontia. of than,
", Rcoly, Scblcj, abater, Bumtorand Leg,
»the Supreme Court of Georgia and tbe U. **
?*\nct Court*. The partnership doee not <
to criminal burines*.
orer National Bank. april 8 lj
MISCELLANEOUS .
In a huge and smoky foundry close by
the wharves in the town of B , a gang
of workmen were getting ready to cast
the largest bell of the St. John’s Cathed
ral chime. Only an hoar more, and they
would let the glaring bubbling metal flow
from the huge furnace into the mold
which was buried deep in theblaek earth
close by.
It was just at evening, and in the
gathering twilight the lurid blue flames
that burst from the top of the tall chim
ney flashed unearthly gleams upon the
neighboring windows and house-tops.
The scene within the foundry was weird
and almost awful The swarthy forms
of the workmen, partly lighted by the
yellow glare, moved about like Tartarian
shadows, and the sooty beams and . pan.*
derous chains crossing, half black, half
golden, under the glowing roof, recalled
the engines of the Cyclops under Mt
./Etna.
The town clock struck six. It
time for supper All the m<*n threw
down their tools, and hastened to put on
their outer clothing.
“Be back in half an hour, sharp!”
cried the forge master. “We make the
cast at a quarter past seven.”
“All right, sir!” cried the men in re
sponse.
“1 hear some of the town folks are com
ing down to see the works,” said one.
“Yes, said another, ‘ and it’ll be some
thing to open their eyes. There was
never such a bell cast in the whole State
this one will be.”
In a moment more only one workman
and the master were left in the foundry.
The former was to stay and watch the
“blast.” He had brought a double allow
ance of dinner, and would make a sapper
of what remained.
“Perhaps yon can get the ‘Inventor’
to stay with you, George,” said the mas
ter, laughingly, as he prepared to go.
“Yes, where is he?” returned the man,
the same jesting tone. “He’s been
round the foundry long enough to know
when anything goes wrong. Hollo! hollo!
[ say! Where’s the ‘Inventor?’ Ah, there
he is! Come here!” And in silent answer
to the summons, a shock-haired fellow,
with large gray eyes and a pale, vacant
face, appeared from behind a pile of cast
ings. He had on his back a gray shirt,
much soiled with dust, and he wore a
pair of huge pantaloons, held up by a
ingle suspender.
“Well Mopus,” quoth the man George,
slapping him rather roughly on the shoul
der; “suppose you’ve got wit enough to
but so terrified was he that the sounds
stuck in his throat as if he had been in a
fit of night mare,
A thin, red stream followed the fallen
brick, and trickled down the furnace side
like running lava. Then came another
alarming noise, and a thin gap half way
down the masonry let out more of tho
hissing metal.
Where was George ? Was the un
faithful fellow still hunting his pipe ?
The fnrnace was busting, with only a
poor, half-idiotic boy to guard it 1
What could he do ? He did what per
hape a lad in his right mind would not
have dared to do. Boshing to the mouth
of the fnrnace, he seized the long iron
rod that stood near, and tapped the vent.
One desperate thrust with a sharp point
up the terrible funnel—a few quick, pry
ing strokes 1 Stand back, now! Tho
confining clay fell away, and the yellow
white flood sported out with resistless
force. It leaped into the day-lined
troughs, and, hissing on its way, flamed
down to the month of the bell.mould.
The “fool”* had done a deed worthy of
a general on the field of a battle
Was it too late ? Every moment new
fissures opened in the doomed furnace,
Some of the upper stones toppled over.
Still the metal poured out into the mould.
But the waste was great from those gap
ing flaws. The pressure was relieved by
the open vent, but the leaks multiplied
continually. It was art running a race
with ruin.
Poor Mopbus stood powerless before
the coming catastrophe. His knees
knocked together, and his head swam.
A great heap of red hot bricks and rub
bish fell at nis feet. He had barely
thought to get out of the way and save
his life. He heard a wild shout of hu
man voices iu the distance, then an awful
roar behind him, and he saw and felt
himself punned by surges of seething fire.
Sharp, Mistering pains pierced his flesh
at a horrible, unintelligible dream. It
was as if he had suddenly sank into tbe
earth, and had been swallowed np for
ever.
By seven o’clock comparative qniet re
signed again on the scene of the disaster.
Rains Icy everywhere. The engines had
quenched the flames that had canght the
building, and the men, blackened with
smoke, stood in silent groups about the
remains of the furnace. It had fallen to
pieces, and nothing was left but heaps of
steaming rubbish.
The poor “Inventor,” who hed been
found with tbe tapping rod in his hand
lying on his face in the sand, frightful
ly burned, and had been car ried to his
“Yes,” said the master devoutly. “It
was God's hand.”
Every eye turned npon the invalid.
Some of the men felt almost 'afraid, it
was.so much like a resurrection to have
him there among them, the boy they had
known so long underwitted, now a young
man. keen andiutelligent, as if changed
should like to strike the bell once.”
Two, men lifted him np and pat a small
hammer in his hand.
He struck one gentle blow. A deep,
sweet, mournful tone, solemn as the sonad
of distant waterfalls, rolled from the great
bell and echoed through the foundry.
Tears filled the eyes of the rough men as
they heard it.
“Ah ” said the master, “there’s a hair
lelnjah in that, and it may well begin
here. Long may Uiis bell praise God!
He saved it in the rains of the fnrnace
by one wise thought in the rains of a
human brain. Our fnrnace is rebuilt,
tndhehold, this dear boy has his reason
again-' The bell and the boy shall glori
fy God forever,”
Amen {’’-murmured all the listeners.
Then the great hell was lowered, and
as the track was rolled away with its
melodious burden, the boy was lifted and
carried after it, and both went ont into
the sonny day together, the rough men
standing in the doorway waving their
hands.
‘Little Inventor” afterward well prov
ed his claim to the title so lightly given
him in his unfortunate boyhood. His
name is now read on many a bell whose
matchless richness of tone his genius and
skill in metal alone created.
E. G. SIMMONS,
Utorne y at Law
AMERI0U8, GA
AFF1CE over Grange Warehouse. Will prac-
her footptepe wfier.ver.be went
-* o If she gave him money he squandered it
on his mistresses, and then returned to
demand more. If she had none he car*
sed her, and beat her until life became
terror. At last she felt that she oonld
suffer no longer, and on one dark, fc
night site snatched up her child, rusl
out into the street and ran toward tbe
wharves. The roar of the great city, and
the scream of the tog boats came to her
ears as in a dream. The masts of the
ships and the dark rigging, the tall chim
neys, and the flat barges on the river
were indistinctly pictured to her in the
mist that hang over the waters. Sud
denly she reached a bridge—a railroad
bridge and just across it she saw the head
light of an approaching train. She press
ed her babe to her bosom, and a little
prayer- came into her month as the care
thundered by.
‘Oh, it is terrible to be crashed with
my little one under the red wheels.
There is a better way to end our troubles,
nid she, looking down into the waters.
We will soon find rest.*
She stepped on tbe bridge, and the
dark current swept sullenly under her
feet. She looked toward the sky. It
was black.
‘There is no hope,’ she cried, ‘no God
to save the dying no friend to give the
beggar a crust of bread.’
Fiercely and convulsively she clasped
her babe for the last time and was in
the very act of plunging in, when a
voice cried:
‘Go back aod fight for your life. ^
help yell it anything’s the matter?'
The young fellow looked stupidly
around and then nodded his head.
‘Then ait here and look at the furnace,
and don’t take year eyes off.”
The poor lad smiled, and meekly did
as he was ordered—just as an obedient
dog wonld have laid down to watch his
owner’s coat.
A queer fellow was this Mopus, stupid
enough in ordinary things to need a
world of watching, but withal wonderful
ly fit to watch a furnace. He knew all
tho workings of the foundry by what
seemed a sort of brate instinct, though
really his strange sagacity iu this was a
remnant of a once bright mind.
If anythiog happened or went on in
unusual way, he wonld always notice it,
and say what ought to be done, though
he could not tell, perhaps, why it ought
to be done.
Two years before he had been an intel
ligent promising lad. He was the son of
• .designer connected with the foundry
company, and had always been allowed
free access to the shops, and to mingle
with the men and watch their work.
Bat one day a great lifting chain broke
with its load, and an iron fragment struck
him on the head, inflicting a serious in
jury. From this he partially recovered,
ana only partially, for his reason was
impaired. Bat bis natural love for
machinery and mechanical experiments
still remained, and as he regained his
bodily strength, he spent most of his time
making small wheels and shafts and pat
ting together odd contrivances, which he
wonld exhibit with immense pride and
satisfaction. This peculiar trait in the
young fellow gained for him the humor
ous title of the “Inventor.” All the men
felt a great kindness for him, even though
their manner toward him was occasional
ly harsh and impatient
Such was the person left to help wateh
the great blast of the easting of th<
■ »■ OCEUBT. I DOPOJIT OCtSRT.
Guerry & Son,
Attorn oy. at Iiaw
suucitors’Vn EQUITY
W Americus, Georgia,
U.L practice in tbe Superior Court* of
mi Maoon, Dooly. I^*e, Ter-
>2' n W ®Jl* ter and Marion countioejtn the So-
Court or Georgia anfl in tbe United
yJT? C®crt at EUvnnnali.
Dr. to, P. HOLLOWAY,
BentisT,
Americas, - - - Georgia,
TREATS successfully ail diseases of tho Den-
or K*n«. ‘Fills teeth by the im a
il to ‘
The whole current of my mind,’ said
she, ‘changed at that instant, and think
ing it all over I started back to the city.
Suddenly I remembered that Anna
Dickinson was stopping at one of the
hotels, and though a stranger to her I
resolved to see her at once. Miss Dick
inson was in and invited me to her room.’
The writer will not pretend to describe
the interview as she gave it to him.
Miss Dickinson listened to her path
etic story, but long before it was finished,
she kneeled down by her side, and with
her jeweled baud she took her costly
handkercheif and wiped the tears from
tho lady’s eyes, then put the hanker-
cheif—not into her own—but into the
lady’s pocket. When tho broken-heart
ed woman told how she had pawned
her wedding ring to buy bread, Anna
Dickinson took t ring from her own fin
ger and put it on the lady’s finger.
But this was not all: She gave her money,
and clasped her arms around the outcast’s
neck and kissed her until new tears were
streaming down her face—mingling with
her own.
fcttiwS R S na - I '* Ua loet “ b y * he improved _
6uS*? din ‘ ,ort *A»* rtific i ,J i®eth°ntbebe#t Call at S. M. Cohen’s for those 1
ford BrapBfi. Sold ,t price, to .ait
re - marlltf
king
bell of the chime of St John’s. Faith
fully he kept his place before the fnrnace,
while the man George sat down at a little
distance and began to eat his sapper.
Doubtless the latter intended to keep a
general outaight, but he certainly made
the “Inventor’s eyes do most of the look
ing. Whether he felt a kind of reckless
trust in the instinct of his half-witted
companion, or indolently concluded that
uothing wrong could happen, he was sad
ly to blame for charging himself so little
with tbe important duty before him.
Not a word was said by either watch
ers ; and only the deep roar of tbe fur
nace was heard through the vast foun
dry..
George finished his capper, and saun
tered into one of the tool shops to find
his pipe. “Inventor” sat alone before
the great blast. The one rational facul
ty of his feeble mind enabled him to com
prehend what it meant, even something
of the magnitude of thh enterprise that
was ripening inside those burning walls.
He knew that the fnrnace was fall of
valuable metal, and that close beside him,
buried ont of sight in the deep sand,
was the huge mold, so soon to be filled
with the precious cast. He knew and
could see that all tho channels for the
flow of the fiery liauid were ready, and
that near the month of the fnrnace stood
tho long iron rod that was to be used
when the moment came to let on the
molten stream. All this his limited
thoughts took in by habit. Dimly con
scious that something great was soon to
be done, he sat with his eyes on the fur
nace, absorbed and intent.
Suddenly something startled him.
There was a slight noise, and a burning
crack appeared near the top of tbe fur
nace. Then another crack, and a scorch
ing brick fell ont,. and rolled to the
ground at his feet. #
The lad opened his mouth to shriek,
Little was said, but the few words spo
ken were uttered with do mild emphasis
in the natural wrath of the master and
hands against the man George, whose ex
cuses for himself only exaggerated bis
offence.
See what he’s done,” said they a few
days later, as they stood in the half-barn-
ed foundry. Five thousand dollars gone
to waste in a minute! The best job in
twenty years spoiled! The rascal to go
hunting for his pipe, and leave the stut
tering idiot to watch ! Is that all he
say for himself? Ont upon such
carelessness! Why, the boy didn’t even
know enough to bawl out, when he
must have teen the furnace tumbling to
pieces."
‘The master, who had more at stake
than the men, of course felt the loss more
keenly than they. He almost wept with
mingled grief and rage. Suddenly some
thing peculiar canght his eye among the
debris, and he cried in a startled voioe
Hello! What’s this? Whst’i
this ?”
He snatched up a fragment of one of
the troughs which had led from the fur-
nace to the mould. There were traces
of the stream of the bronze still running
in it. Then the possible meaning of the
iron found in the injured boy’s hand
flashed npon him.
“Bring me a shovel, quick 1” he shout
ed.
A spade was pot into his hands» and
he began nervously to heave away the
hot mass that lay piled over the bell
mould. It was a herculean task, but he
worked like a giant, and three or four of
his men took hold and helped him.
“Brick-bats, ore, slag and ashes flew
in every direction. Presently the mas
ter’s spade penetrated the sand and touch
ed something hard. He stooped down.
Then he leaped up like one half frantic
and plying his spade with repoublod en
ergy, tore away the remaining sand, dis
closing what looked like a great metalio
ring.
“Men,” he cried out, lifting his flash
ed face, “the bell is castl”
‘•Who did this ?” asked every excited
voice, os soon as the cheering died away.
“Come with me, two or three of you 1”
cried the master. “I thiuk I know who
did it. “It’s a miracle 1”
They hurried away to the home of the
half witted boy The attendant met them
with her fingers on her lips.
“The poor boy is in brain fever,” she
said.
“Does he say anything in his deliri
um ?” whispered the master.
“O, yes, he raves all the time about the
big bell mould. ‘I hope it will fill—I
hope it will fill/ he aays.”
The men exchanged glances. It
Newspaper Borrowers.
Time: Saturday morning, eight
o’clock. Scene: The breakfast table.
A np is heard at the door, and the news
paper is for a few moments open before
the fire. “Come, John it won't do to dry
it too long, fori see neighbor Snooks is
sending his son after* it.”
Another np at the door.
“Father wants to know if yon will just
lend him the newspaper five minutes; if
yon ain’t done with it he will send it
right back. He only wants to see if the
brig Star has been heard from^what our
Tom went in.”
“Tell your father the brig is not repor
ted.”
Home he trips, and speedily he re
turns.
Mother wants to know who was buri
ed yesterday; can’t yon lend it to her just
two minutes ?”
“Tell your mother that all the deaths
this week are Mr.- , and a child of
Mr.—”
In a few moments another tap.
“Sister Susan wants to know if any
body is married this week, and Uncle
Josh wants to know what the news is from
Virginia, and annt Snooks wants to know
if there is any more pretty stories about
that Jarvis woman; if you can’t spare the
paper, why can’t yon just write down
what there is, just cause I don’t want to
keep running back and forward so—”
“Here my lad take this paper to your
father, and round to all yonr uncles and
annts, and have it back, whatever is left
of it, next Saturday morning at eight
o’clock precisely when you come to bor
row the next”
Ten applications on Saturday by bor<
rowers, all sent to neighbor Snooks, with
a particular caution to return it there
when done with it. Monday morning
rap at the door, and the boy with the pa-
per is ushered in. Mother says it is too
much plagne to keep the paper all the
week, people keep coming arter it so."
[From the New York Herald.]
BRUTES IN BATTLE.
MAN WAGERS TO FIGHT A BULLDOG
ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES—THE HU
MAN BRUTE DIES OF HYDROPHOBIA
AND THE QUADRUPED HAS ID BE SHOT
WHILE ENGAGED IN THE CONTEST.
Port Jervis, N. Y.; Jnly 20,1876.
John Connolly, better known as
Batcher” Connolly, who was employed
the Monti cello and Port Jervis Bail-
way daring its construction a few years
since, and who obtained considerable no
toriety about the country by matching
himself to kill rats like a terrier, and to
fight with dogs, recently died from injn-
ries received in a fight with a bulldog in
St. Clairsville, Pa., the details of which
brutal affair are given iu a private letter
from that place to a gentleman in Port
Jervis.
Connolly had been a hostler at a tav<
era in St. Clairsville for somo time pre
vious to the affair mentioned above. On
the 8th of July he got drank and went
into Way’s saloon. Lying on tho floor
asleep was a large hound, old and harm
less, belonging to the proprietor of the
loon. Connolly walked deliberately up
the dog, and stooping down, seized it
with his teeth by the ear, and raising to
his feet lifted|Jthe hound clear off the floor
and in spite of his piteous cries shook
him a moment, and then bit off the por
tion of the ear he had in his month and
let the dog fall to the floor, and it ran
bleeding and howling from the saloon.
Several men witnessed the sickening
sight, bat were afraid to interfere. Con
nolly spat the piece of ear npon the floor,
and offered to bet $10 that he could whip
any dog in the place and in ten minutes
ATTACKING A BULLDOG.
No one paying any aatention to him
he finally went ont and proceeded to a
place kept by a man named Bryan Fog*
arty who owned a fall blooded English bull
dog, which usually longed about the sa
loon, and which, despite its savage ap
pearance, never offered to interfere with
anyone. When Connolly enter'd the
saloon this dog was lying under a small
table in the room, with his eyes half clos
ed. Connolly got on his hands and
knees and put his head under the table.
The dog looked lazily up into his face
snd wagged his tail good naturedly. The
human brate, however by a sudden move-
mer^, seized one of the dog’s ears, which
indeed true. The idiot had cast the
great bell of St. John’s Just then the
physician came out “Perhaps he frill
recover his reason by this shock and sick
ness,” he said. ‘ Snch things have hap
pened.”
“Do you tHink so? Pray heaven he
may!” solemnly ejaculated the master
and his men; and they tnrned away deep
ly moved. .
Two months later the great bell hnng
from a huge derrick in the lathe room of
the factory, and beneath it stood a heavy
track upon which it was about to be low
ered. A sileoco fell npon the group of
workmen as the pale face and feeble form
of the “Inventor* appeared, borne in on
a small reclining chair. He had recov
ered his reason, and was fast getting back
his strength. His large gray eyes in
stantly fastened themselves on the bell,
that splendid masterpiece, whoso making
meant so much to him. They had told
him the whole story of the casting, and
the 'disaster in the foundry, hat it all
sounded like a wild romance to him.
“I remember nothing that happened/ 1
said he, shaking his head with a smile.
“It’s new to me and strange—so strange.' 1
CUSTER’S FIGHT. I
THE CROW SCOUT’S ACCOUNT OF IT.
New York, July 26.—The Herald in
a communication from Bismarck, D. T.,
dated July 14th, from officer High; in
command of forces operating against the
Indians, says tho Grow Indian Gurley is
believed to be the only survivor of 250
men who went into action with Goster.
He is very clear in his knowledge of the
fight and has made a statement. He
went down with two other Grows and
went into action with Custer. The Gen
eral, he says, kept down the river, on the
north bank four miles, after Reno had
crossed to the sonth side above. Caster’s
object was to cat off the Indians. He
thought Reno wonld drive them down
the valley and at the same time attack
the village on two sides. He believing
that Reno would take it at the upper end
while he (Custer) would go iu at the
were half cropped, in his teeth, and, drag
ging him from under the table, commen
ced shaking him. The bulldog true to
natnre, did not utter a sound, although
the blood streamed down from his ear
over his face. After two or three shakes
given by Connolly his short hold on the
dog’s ear tore loose and the dog fell to
the floor. He did not ran away as the
hound had done, bat,
WITH A SAVAGE GROWL,
rashed upon his inhuman assailant. Con
nolly dropped on his hands and knees
and met the deg with a blow of his fist,
which staggered him back; bnt he at
renewed the onslaught. At this
juncture two men who were in the place
offered to interfere, but Fogarty exclaim
ed, “Let ’em alone! And I hope to God
the dog will kill him!” The second
rusk of the dog was more successful, and
he seized Connolly in the forearm that
was raised to knock him off. Connolly
clutched the dog by the throat and cho
ked him loose, and remained on his knees
to receive his attaek.
TnE DOG MADE ANOTHER RUSH,
this time for the throat of Connolly, but
was again foiled, and caught the man in
the muscle of the left arm, biting it clear
through, and tearing out a large piece of
flesh. Still Connolly remained on the
floor apparently awaiting to seize the dog
in some advantageous spot. The latter,
in his fourth attempt sunk his teeth into
the left shoulder of Connolly, and the
could not shake nor choke him off.
The dog shook his head, and sank his
teeth to their full length into Connolly’s
flesh, but the man seemed possessed of
the very nature of tbe brute, and gave
no sign that he was suffering or of sur
render. By a peculiar movement he
8EIZED THE FORESHOULDEB OF THE
DOG—•
the most vulnerable point—in his mouth
and then the two brutes rolled about the
flooj, tearing each other’s flesh. The
blood ran in streams from each, and,
mingling with the dust that rose from the
floor, gave them both the appearance of
This lasted about five minutes,
when the three spectators were sickened
at the sight, and an attempt was made
to separate the combatants. The dog
was seized, but all the beating, twisting
and burning that was inflicted upon him
failed to loosen his hold a particle. Fi-
TUe Biggest Bear Story.
“I’ve fought ’em standin* and rannin’.
hot the toughest citizen I ever lit onto
was a black ‘an. He was sittin’ in the
chapparal eatin’ manzaniia berries, when
my dog smelt him and went home. I
sneaked up and begun aggravatin’ 1
by shootiu’ at his ears snd feet. I then
took around him, and with three shots
cut off his tail. Old Blacky heerd me
shootin and turnin’ around seed his tail
lay in’ tnar. He picked it up and looked
at the trade mark, and I seed in a min
ute that war was a cornin’. I lit ont for
a tree, with only two catridges left and
him a cornin’. Well to make a long story
short, I shot twice hitting him both times,
snd he began to git hot, so he took np
the tree after me, and 1 knocked him
down three rimes before my gun broke.
He started on the fourth trip, and I didn’t
know what to do rill I thought of my der
ringer, which shot a four-ounce ball. I
draw her out, tied a string to the trigger,
and as old Blacky came np, with his
month wide open, 1 dropped her in He
hadn’t rime to spit her ont, and so he
swallowed, and I polled the string. Off nsllj^ogartj drew apistoUnd with the
went the gun, snd, so help me I never “It’s » shame thst the b<»t of the
seensn,thing of bear or pistol since.” two has to die to^save the worst, .placed
lower end.
Custer had to go further down the riv
er and further away from Reno than he
wished, on account of the steep bank on
the north side; bnt at last he found a ford
and dashed for it. The Indians met him
and poured iu a heavy fire from across
tbe narrow river. Custer dismounted to
fight on foot; bnt could not. get his skir
mishers over the stream. Meantime hun
dreds of Indians on foot and on ponies
poured over the river, which was only
about three feet deep, and filled ravines
on each side of Caster’s men.
Caster then fell back to some hilly
ground beyond him and seized ravines in
this immediate vicinity. The Indians
completely surrounded Custer and pour
ed in a terrible fire from all sides. They
charged Caster on foot in vast numbers,
but were again driven back. The fight
began about 2 o’clock and lasted, Curloy
says, almost until the sun weut down
over the hills. The men fought des
perately, snd after the ammunition in
their belts was exhausted, went to their
saddle-bags, got more and continued to
fight.
Corley says more Indians were killed
than Custer had tneu. He also says the
Big Chief, Custer^ lived until nearly all
his men hap been killed or wounded, and
went about encouraging his soldiers to
fight on. He got a shot in the left aide
and sat down with his pistol in his hand
another shot struck Custer in the breast
and he fell over. The last officer killed
was Allan, who rode a white horse,
is believed to be Lt. Cook, adjutant of
the Seventh, as Lieutenants Cook and
Calhoun were the only officers who rode
white horses, and Lieutenant Calhoun
was found dead on the skirmish line
near the ford, and probably fell early in
the action.
Curley says when he saw Caster was
hopelessly surrounded he watched his
opportunity to get a Sionx blanket, put
it on and worked up a ravine, and when
the Sioux charged he got among them
and . they did not know him from one of
their own men. There was some mounted
Souix, and seeing one fall Curley ran to
him, mounted his pony and galloped down
as if going toward the white men but
went np a ravine and got away. He sat
as he rode off he saw, when nearly a mil
from the battlefield, a dozen or more sol
diers in a ravine fighting-with Sionx all
around them. He thinks all were killed
as they were outnumbered five to one and
apparently dismounted. These men were
no doubt part of the 'thirty-five missing
reported in the official dispatches of
Gen. Terry.
Curley says he saw one cavalry soldier
who had got away. He was well mount
ed bnt shot through both thighs, and
Cnrley thinks he died of his wonnds or
starved to death in the badlands, or more
likely the trail was followed and he was
killed by the Sionx.
Cnrley did not leave Caster until the
battle was nearly over and he desperate
in the extreme. He ia quite sure the
Indians had more killed than Custer had
white men with him, and says the sol<
diers fought until the last man fell The
other Crow Indians in the battle were
killed.
Grasshoppers.
They have appeared in this and various
other counties in the Slate*, principally ia
the northern 'portion. They eat. every
thing green on corn and cotton, and are
attacking potatoes. In this connection
the following will be inten sting to farm-
DkI’abtment of Agriculture )
Atlanta., Ga.., July 21, 1876. \
Mr. C. A. Alexander L Washington, Ga.:
Dear Sir—Yonr letter of the 20th and
the bottle of grasshoppers reached me the
Rame day. These insects have also ap
peared at several localities in this city ami
vicinity as well as other sections of ibis
State.
After inartful examination, I am of
the opinion that they are the caloptenus
ireta or hateful grasshopper of the West. -
They are tho progeny of insects which
most have appeared in the same localities
last year, but in nnmbers too small to at
tract notice.
They are now young—very few of them
capable of flight. The wiogs, however,
are growing and in a very short time they
will be able to fly.
They do not deposit eggs daring their
present state of growth.
After changing or moulting five times,
they become fall grown grasshoppers or
The Man With tlieNankeen Coat.
What a Weak Woman can Do.
Sho can sit at an open window of
railway carriage, with a stiff north west
wind blowing in that chills everybody in
the vicinity to the marrow, for two hoars,
a thin muslin dress, without flinching.
She can dance or waits down the cap
tain of a marching regiment, and at the
11 o’clock rapper put away lobster salid,
ice-cream, champagne, cake, and coffee,
without flinching; sufficient for a week’:
nightmare to a strong man.
She can comb her hair all back so as
to leave the roots of it to the full play of a
December breeze, and wear a bonnet on
the top of a chignon, leaving head and
ears exposed with impunity, with the
thermometer ten degress below zero.
She can pull over $1,000 worth of dry
goods for tho investment of fifty cents
She cau study music for ten years suf
ficiently to enable her to perform excel
lently when not iu the presence of those
who desire to hear her.
She can balance on the ball of the
great toe and a shoe-heel the size of a
dime all day in the public streets withont
falling.
She can occupy three seats in a horse-
it to the dog’s side and shot him through
the heart Even after dead his jaws had
to be prised loose from Connolly’s flesh.
CONDITION OF THE MAN BRUTE.
Connolly attempted to get npon his
feet, bnt he fell back, exhausted and
weak from loss of blood. Ho was given
a glass of brandy, and a doctor was call
ed in to see him. Half of the large mns-
cle of his left arm was bitten away, and
his forearm was torn frightfully* the bone
being exposed in one place. His shoul
der was literally a pulpy mass, both bones
He was an elderly man who talked
Dutch and wore a nankeen coat. . It
evident that he had been enjoying the
dampness of life with hilarious effect, for
the joyoosness of his walk and the happi
of his general demeanor was snch as
^ attract the attention of everybody
along North Third street. He had a
Stoat cane, with which he pat an imagi
nary cavalry regiment through the sabre
exercise; then made a German political
speech to a suppositious auditory; this he
followed with the ‘Wacht am Rhine/ in
a most stentorian voice and ended by hal
loing np a tree for some friend of his
oome down and go home.
“Good graoions, this won’t do,” said
an officer, who was trying to keep cool
under the United States Hotel portico.
“I'll have to take that fellow in,” and he
went for him.
‘Loek here, old fellow,the exuberance
of yonr spirit is entirely inconsistent with
the public satisfaction.
“Yas ich das!”
“Yon're a makin' too much noise.’
“Yell, dat is my noise vat I makes.”
“Yes, and if yon dont stop it L'll pot
and flesh being ground together by the
teeth of the dog. There were other se
vere injuries on Connolly's person, and
the doctor at once gave it as his opinion
that the condition of the man was critic
al. Three dtys afterward he was seized
with most violent convulsions, in one of
which he died in his bunk in the tavern
barn. Although tbe fate of the man was
fearful, tho general opinion is that the dis
graceful, inhuman affair was caused en
tirely by him; and there is no disguising
the troth that more regret is expressed
over the death of tho dog than that of
his brutal assailant.
In Sweden, after thirty years of
tinuous service, the teacher is pensioned
car and be utterly oblivious that any of by the Government, receiving for the re-
her own sex are standing up.
She shows unusual strength and firm
ness in the holding of real estate, solitaire
diamonds, and other valuable property
which her husband places in her hands
previous to compromising vrith his cred
itors at twenty cents on the dollar.
mainder of his life three-fourths of his
former salary, so tbe evening of the life
whose day lias been paused in labor for
the public welfare may be without care,
and the old man can look without dread
to the termination of his professional
fulness.
They then pair off, and the females be
gin to deposit their eggs in the earth.
The eggs remain in tbe ground all winter
and hatch out next spring.
A small number now, may produce im
mense swarms next season.
I would advise you and all other far
mers to destroy them by every means iu
your power.
On tbe farm of Col J. H. Fannin, ot
Troop county, where they appeared two
weeks ago, they were effectually destroy-
* by beating with brnsh and driving in
piles and rows of dry straw and burn
ing.
It is said that in Alabama where they
have also appeared, the farmers succeed
ed in destroying them by wholesale, by
driviug them into snares or uets, con
structed of cheap netting of homaspnn,
somewhat like partridge nets.
It is imjwrtant that they he destroyed be•
fot e they are able to fly, as after that period
they move rapidly and easily from field
to field and county to oonnty, and it will
be impracticable to arrest tliexr progress,
since they can rise high ia the air and
sustain a very prolonged flight
Very respectfully,
Thos. P. Janes.
Commissioner of Agriculture.
Chinese Proverbs. -
The ripest fruit grows on the roughest
wall. It is the small wheels of a carriage
that comes in first. The man who holds
the ladder at the bottom is frequently
of more service than ho who.is stationed
at the top of it. The turtle, though
brought iu at the back gate, takes the
head of the table, Better he the cat in a
philanthropist's family than a mutton pie
at a king’s banquet. The learned pig
did not learn its letters in a day. True
merit, like the pearl inside an oyster, is
content to remain quiet until it finds an
opening. The top strawberries are eaten
first. He who leaves early-gets the best
hat. Pride sleeps in a . gilded crown,
contentment in a cotton nightcap.
We should accustom ourselves to view
those above us without admiration and .
envy, and never to look npon them below
os with contempt. Little souls fall down
and worship grandeur, without reflecting
that admiration is due only to virtne and
goodness.
Parallel of the Sexes-—There is
an admirable partition of the qualities be
tween the sexes, which the Author of
our being, has distributed to each with;
wisdom that challenges our unbound-
ed admiration: . i .
Man is strong—Woman is beautiful.
Man is daring and confident--Woman
is diffident and unassuming.
Main is great in action—Woman in'
suffering.
Man shines abroSd—Woman at home
Man - talks to convince—^-Woman to
persuade and please: '
Man has a rugged heart—Woman a
soft and tender one.
Man prevents misery:—Woman relieves
Min lias science—Woman has taste.
Man has judgment-—Woman sensi.
bility.
Man is a being of justice—Woman an
igel of mercy.
A Little three year-old, in Boston, a
few mornings since, stood by his mother’s
knee looking at his baby brother. At
length he asked:
Mother, did God make my little
brother?”
“Yes, dear/’was the reply.
Touching one of the organs to which
he referred, with his finger, h.e continued:
“Did God make his little ears?”
“Yes.”
“And his little nose?”
“Certainly, my son, God can do any-'
thing,” said die mother. *■.
Waiting a moment, .as though in a.i
brown study, or pondering some very
weighty and profound problem, ho again
broke forth:
“I tell you oue thing God can’t do
mother.”
“What is that, my son?”
“Ho can’t make my little brother’s
month any bigger without setting his
ears back.” ' .
Letter from Col. Jolin C. Nicliolls.
We present below a ■ letter ftom Col
John C. Nicliolls, which folly explains
itself and contains gratifying news to the
friends of Gen. Colquitt:
Blacksheab, July 21, 1876.
Mr Dear Sib—Your letter was received
yon in the station-house.'
“You makes me der Station house,
hey 1 Nein! I guess not soh!”
Then the officer made a grab, bnt the
man with the nankeen coat uasr an old
Prussian cavalryman, and with his cane. early this morning. Col. Hardeman’s
ho just warded off the approach of the patriotic letter, to my mind, clearly jde-
law with a skill and dexterity that was as
nice as a fencing school. The officer
stood it pretty well for a while, but when
he found the skin wa3 fast leaving his
knuckles and his cap was sailing across
tbe street amid much hilarity on the
part|of the audience, he got mad and pull
ed his locust. The man with tho nankeeu
coat evidently thought a crisis had come
for he threw up his left hand and advan
ced his right foot and made a lunge with
his cane that took the officer in the straw
berry aiort cake, and he leaned up against
the nearest house, picture of woe as natu
ral as the little boy who has swallowed his
first chew of tobacco; but the man with
the nankeen coat gave wiogf> to his heels
i and disappeared across the Boshkill
bridge as though he was practicing a race
* with a sky-rocket.
mou8trate8 the duty of the hour. The
unity of the party is paramount duty.
Gen. Colquitt is evidently the choice of
the Democratic party, by a large majori
ty. Opposition to him now is simply
factious. I shall support him most cheer
fully and cordially. Of the many great
and good men in the State Col. Harde
man lias been my choice for Governor
from the moment we attained power to
elect one of that class to the offioe, and
if he had rfteaiued a candidate I was pre-
red to “dram the last ditch” for him.
is letter witoMftriog from the coataet
abundantly justifies my estimate ;
man. My only regret in the matter WJNQ2
that Gen. Colquitt waa bis opponent, for,
since the war, I wonld have delighted to
do him honor. In my opinion Gen. C.
will receive the unanimous support of
Southwestern Georgia.
Very truly, yonr friend,
John O. Nicholls.
