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Early County News. vox,, v. RAGS WANTED AT THE Early County Sews Office. rrVtlK Proprietor of tho Early County Ears JL will pay TEX CENTS per lb. for all ('LEAN 'cOT’l OX A- LINEN RA GS delivered at his office, in small or quan tities. As it is* now impossible lor us to ' purchase paper unless we lurnisb rags, wc hope our friends in Cluy, Culhouu, Miller and Early Counties will each and all consti tute themselves agents for us fur this pur- Save your rags, and save your tags, Save your good-for-nothing; bags— firing' them to this office, soon, Bring them morning, eve or noon-, from the mountain, from the vale, Where the lingering eamp-fires pale, Where the morning tints the rose, Where the parting sunset glows, From the East and from the West, Briivj us rags and do your best. Uriug us scraps ol cotton thread, Bring the night-caps front your head, Bring the shirf iipou your back, Bring us pieces white or black. Bring us rags and bring us tags, Bring us your good-for-nothing Lags—- Anything, just so 'tis clean, , White, or black, or blue or'green, Anything that paper makes, Every editor now takes, And will pay you for your rags, And your good-for-nothing bugs, Bring them in, and bring them soon, Morning, evening, and at noon. lii the field again \ .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 r l' li eGrr al l it e Jbi all, MACON. GEORGIA, Hi GKO. W. WHEELER, vff-12-tf Proprietor. —*.■■■ ■ , ■ 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. Blakely, Aug, 5, 1803. 41-1 y LAW BLANKS Neatly executedut the-Job Office of the News BLAKELY, GEO., PEBRUABY 17, 18G4. fell) feffitii Melus. # ~r> n—^ Terms of Subscription: For 1 Year 5,00 For 6 Months 2,50 *No subsciptious received for less than six months, and payment always required in ad vance. SCALE OF PRICES To be Charged by the “Early County News.** 1 Square, (occupying the space of ten Bour geois linos, or less.) one insertion,...!? 2,00 For every subsequent insertion, 1,00 Obituary notices charged as advertisements. - 1 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, — rrrr ————rr ■ a " ■—r —~-vr 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. - The Rhode Island nigger troops, sent to New Orleans, arc causing much trouble f by their iusubordiuation. i Courting and Mule Riding. - • 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.