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Where the morning tints the rose,
Where the parting sunset glows,
From the East and from the West,
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Anything that paper makes,
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And your good-for-nothing bugs,
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.JAMES BUCHAN NON & CO.
Have for sale
Fine English Prints,
Fine English Bleaching?,
Augusta Sheetings,
Spun Yarn,
Spool Thread,
Flax Thread,
sshoe Thread,
Iron, Nails. Tobacco, Snuff, an 4 many other
articles too tedious to mention,
Feb. 10, 1804. i7--.tr
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MACON. GEORGIA,
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GKO. W. WHEELER,
vff-12-tf Proprietor.
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Troy Manufact’ing Company,
WOODEN Ware, Furniture, Mattresses,
&e,. &c., for sale by
TROY MANUFACTURING CO.
Spinning; Wheels,
A T wholesale ami retail, hv
/1_ TROY MAM FACTORING CO,
Camp Stools,
TAOR sale by the
l 1 TROY MANUFACTURING CO.
Columbus, Ga., Sept. 24, 1862. v2-19-tf
Tan Yard Notice.
H'A\ IN<4 purchased the interest of Mr.
_ Peter Howard, I am now sole proprie
tor of the Tan Yard heretofore owned by
Howard «fc Stewart. The Yard will be kept
- up as heretofore. Hides will he tanned on
shares as usual.
.Thankful for past favors, I invite all to try
me for the future, promising to do all I can
to please my customers.
4 AS. M. STEWART.
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TRUTH, IF NOT POETRY.
Some ladies love the carpet knight
Who wegr the finest lace.
The carpet knights the ladies love
Who wear the sweetest face,
Posterity will love the men
Who turn the Yankee Hanks,
And cry : Ifozza! the jewels were
The privates in the ranks
Our carpet knights in every town,
Like butterflies are seen.
They glory in an artist sketch —
A fancy battle scene!
Though coarsely clad the soldier scorns
The gilded useless blanks—
Ah ! who should win the ladies’ smiles ?
The privates in the ranks !
Then bore’s a health to every inun
Who, through the snow and rain,
Shall march with musket in his hand,
Or drag a cannon train.
And here’s a groan for every “knight,”
Whose precious form array is
In gray and gilt, to captivate,
Susceptible young ladies,
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To the Women of Georgia.
State of Georgia, A
Quartermaster General’s Office, ■-
Atlanta, Feb. sth, 1804. J
A report has been put in circulation
in various portions of the State that *
the socks, knit- by the Ladies of Geor
gia for this Department, have been sold
bv nm to the troops on the held.
Without entering further into the de
tails of this vile and malicious report,
1 hereby pronounce the whole tale to
be a malicious Falsehood. 1 deny,
and challenge the world for proof to
the contrary, that there has ever been
a sock sold by this department to a
soldier of tiie Confederate army since
my first appeal to the women of Geor
gia to knit for their destitute defend'
ers. 1 hereby bind myself to pres
ent one thousand dollars to any per
son, either citizen or soldier, who will
come forward and prove that he ever
; bought a sock from this department,
that was either knit by the ladies or
purchase for issue to said troops.
This report Ims been invented on
the one hand by the enemies ol our
noble boys, who rejoice in their sutler- ‘
ings, and are delighted when they sus
pend the efforts of the noble women
in their behalf. On the other hand,
bv pervil opponents of this department,
who forget that in venting their un
fjprovoked spite upon us, they are caus
ing fihe troops of their State to march
•over frozen ground and the drifting
Jsnow with uncovered and bleeding
J feet.
Women of Georgia : Again 1 np'
peal to you. This time 1 call upon
you to frown down these vile false
hoods. I demand of him who peddles
the tale the evidence 1 call for above.
Until that testimony is produced 1 im
plore you stay not your-efforts. 1 as
sure in the name of all that is holy and
noble —on the honor*of a man and an
officer—that neither myself nor as
sistants have sold a pair of Socks that
are knit by you. Every pair has been
issued to the destitute troops, as about
17,000 gallant sons of the Empire
State will gladly bear testimony.}
Daughters of Georgia, 1 still need
socks. Requisitions for them are dai
ly pouring in upon me. 1 still have
yarn to furnish you. 1 earnestly de
sire to secure a pair of socks for every
barefooted soldier from Georgia. You
are my only reliance. Past experi
ence teaches me 1 will not appeal to
you in vain.
Ira It. Foster,
Quartermaster General of Ga.
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The Rhode Island nigger troops, sent to
New Orleans, arc causing much trouble f
by their iusubordiuation. i
Courting and Mule Riding.
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Dear Mister "News : I’m the most
uufortunitest individiwal in Alybamy,
or ennywhar else, jist as sure as my
name's Roofus Shoat. Thar aint nary
dout of that sac, no more’n thar is that
youvie got the best paper in the Con
federit btates, which are makin the
thing dead sartin. I sometimes wun
der what in creation I was made fur,
but aint never decided the pint to my
satisfactshun yit. 1 reckin I’m kep
here as a warnin tosensibil people, for
th ir aint no other use tor me as. 1
knows on. Es youll giv me a little
room in your columns occasionally,
and let me tell some of my misfortins
1 knows it’ll be a benefit to your read
ers.
Thar’s jist 2 things, Mister New;. 1 ?,
that I’m famus for, and them is bein
fond of wimmin, and bein a nateral
fool on all possibul casions. I never
miss a chance of makin a fool of my
self, and likewise I never miss a chance
of sidlin up to eny purty gal I find,
specially if she is good natered. These
2 failins gits me inter some orful
scrapes, but I dont larn no wisdom by
experience. But as fond as lam of
the gals, for sum cause or other I nev
er could have much luck with em. I
dont no whats the reason, for evrybody
knows I'm good look in enuff an I no
I’m smart enu4T, but I’ve allers made a
pore start toards get tin me a wife for
myself. I did once ax a gal to marry
me, and what do you reckpn she sed ?
She said she never wus partial to
swine, and didn’t want to be all her
life raisin shoats\ Swine,indeed! con
found her, I say!
Well, last Sunday I slicked my hair
with a parable, put on my warnut jeens
breeches, and my blue cote with yal
er buttons, an my pine staw hat, an
got my ole mule Jack, and put out to
jneetin. 1 k/iovvd of a nice gal that
I’d been looking sideways at a long
time, an I termed to go home with her
or tare my trowsers. An rite here
lit me caution you agin ridin a mule
when you go acortin. Thayre as on
sartlij as wimmen, an thats sayin a good
deal about it.
As I was sayin, I went on to meet
in, and thar was the gal, sure enutf.
The way she looked scrumpshus war
a site, an I couldn’t kepe my eys offer
her. I didn’t beer a word the preech
er sed, I was so busy thinking of the
good time I was goin to have goin horn
with Sally Blake. Well, alter the
preecher had preeched liiself outer
breth he broke up an let us off. Sal
lys little bruther got her hos, and when
she war gettin up I marched up as-big
as a fool at a frolic and axed her
mighted I go home with her.
“ 1 reckon so,” ses she, “ seein 1
can’t do no better.”
1 had a good mind not to go a step,
but she looked so good 1 couldn’t help it,
so 1 cantered olf artcr my mule which
was hitched close by. But when 1
got on top ol him he lost no time in
showin wat mules is good lor. 1
wanted to go with the gal and he want
ed to go back home, an as he was the
biggest, he thought he’d hav it all his
own way. When I’d turn his head
toards the gal, he’d go backwards, or
stik his tied tween his feet like he war
huntin a pin. 1 coxed, and threaten
ed, and kicked, and swore, but twarnt
no kind of use. He wouldn’t go nary
lick, no way 1 could fix it. Bally fi
nally got tired of waitin } and ses she :
J C_3
“ What in creation’s the reason you
don’t come on ? ”
“Cummin mum,” ses I.
“ 1 don’t see no sine of it,” says
she.
“ Yore mule wants to.gowith me
an git somethin to eat,” says John
Waits, who was allers too big for his
britches.”
“ That’s cos you favor his daddy,”
ses 1, an he closed his bread trap, pur
ty quick.
All this time 1 was workin to git
that etarnal mule started, an he was
workin to keep from i(, an so fur he
has rite smart the vantage, an it look
ed like he was bound to keep it. 1
had u big stick in my hand but was
afeard to use it—fraid he’d fling me
highern a fodder stack, but dreckly
Sally ses—
“ -Mr. Shoat, why don't you come
“ Don’t you see l’me cumin as fast
as ever 1 kin ? ” ses \ more’n half
mad.
“ l’me not gwine to wait for you.
no longer,” ses she* startin off'by her
self.
Think in 1 was ’lx)ut to lose her for
good 1 hit ole Jack a clip ’tween the
years that made him see stars, 1 sped,
for ho ounuaenced betlerin like the de
vil had him; an’ put out at the rate of
a mile a ininnit. 1 grabbed the sad
dle with both hands, for 1 knowed 1
couldn’t stop him till he got ready, an’
1 was in hopes he’d be reddy when
he cotched up with Sally, but 1 mite
a knovvd bettern to look for sense from
a mule. Sally was ’bout the middle
of a big mud hole, black as ink an soft
enough to mire a spider, an as 1 didn’t
want to spatter mud on her, 1 gin the
bridle a hard jerk jest as ] got to. the
edge, an don’t you think the devilish
beast stopped* as suddenly as es he’d
run agin a rock fence ? He didn’t
do nothin shorter, an 1 jest naterally
went over like a tronnet frog, falliu
rite flat on my back in the mud, mak
in’ a slosh like youd chucked in a mill
stun. The noise sheered Sally’s boss ;
he made a big lunge, an cowhallop!
she cum rite across me, an thar we
was, vvrigglin about like two tadpoles,
an the mud moren nee deep. 1 was
so mad the water sizzled when 1 struck
it, an arter turnin over a few times,
tryin to find which way dalite was 1
ris up, feelin like a fool, an lookin ten
times wus than 1 felt, l’de hardly
gotstrate when cadifl'! something tuek
me on the side of the Jnad, nocking .
me deepern the mule throwed me. 1
didn’t know what in the ducc it was,
but thinkin thar was no use getfin up
to be nocked down agin 1 crawled
to tiie side nearest home, an sot down
easy, an then looked round lbr Sally.
Thar she stood, the fire comin outen
her eyes in streems, an the mud liang
in too her in wads. She had my stick
in her hand, an was bent back like she
was gwine to nock down a elefant.
“O, }ou awkurd good for nothin
mud turkle,” ses she “es 1 was unly
in retch of you l'de nock some of the
dirt off’n yon ! ”
“ Thank you,” ses 1, “ but es you’ll
jest stay whar you are, l’l manage to
get it off without your help. An sense
youre so brash about it,” ses 1, “ you
may iest go your own way, an’ Tie go
mine.”
1 looked roun for my mule, an thar
he stood, lookin as innepsent as a dee
con at a prare rneetin. Thinkin he
was done his meanness, 1 went up u>
cetch him, but he looked at me like
he didn’t no what tribe of animals 1
blunged to, an not likin my looks, he
raised his bed an made a strate tail
for horn, ieevin me to walk home or
stay whar 1 was. 1 was a good mind
to stay, but a look at Sally desided me
an 1 put for home cussin ever step
When 1 got thar, my dog like to eet
me up, an 1 didn’t blame him, for 1
looked like somebody had been tyvin
to make another Adam, an hadn't half
finished the job. Warn’t it a aggru
vatin case, Mister News.'
Yours till the war eends,
Roofus Shoat.
This is the last week of the present ses
sion of Congress. Jt will expire by limita
tion on the 16th. We are very appreheu
sive that the necessary legislation for the
salvation of the country will not be mode
in time. The great questions of finance
aud military organization have been scarce
ly touched yet, and we fear that they will
be postponed either altogether or until such
a late hour that ill-digested plans will be
adopted.— Macon Confederate , 9 fh.
A toper, in tholast stages of dropsy, was
told by his physician that nothing would
save him but being “tapped.” His sou,
a witty little shaver, objected to this oper
ation, saying, “ Daddy, daddy, don’t sub
mit to it, for you know there never w?n
nothin;* tapped in our house that lasted
more tbau a weok, v
NO. 18.