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F. li. FILDES, Editor.
VOL. VII.
X’ UOFKSS fO\AL.
Pnifc^ional.
TT r E SIT ALL ('ONTINTi; THE PRACTICE
▼ ▼ of M**lieiiH\
0«r now office is at the roar of the new
brick store. BRIGGS £ JELKS.
March 31, 1871. l.i-tf
James hihvhk.
Jttcnicn anb Counsellor at tain,
QUITMAN. CA:
Office, in the Coikt HorsE.-ffc^,
March 17, 1871.
'~H. F. MABBETT,
Jttonifii anb Counsellor at Tafo,
Quitman, 15rooks Cos . Ga.
January 6, 1871. Its
w. b. bk>.m: r,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Q I max. Brooks CorxTY, Reokc.ia.
■TirrrLE/.ivf prompt attfnt o\ i..sui
Civil bn.lm -. i:i;i -;.,l n. ! - cave.
September 8, 1871.
EDWARD R HARDEN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
QUITMAN, GEORGIA,
Office, in the Court Hou.se, second floor
May 26, 1872. ‘ y
JOIIY Ist \ \,
ATTORNEY" AT LAW,
CCIjTaECTIK'CI- A.CT:V*T,
Alabama Stkkkt AT LAN t A, GA.
P. O. Box 128. Jnnl'2-.
ErC/WADiiJ,
BIIOKEK,
and
Commis’on Merchant,
S.JL-. fjd.
*I|J ILL five strict attention to th«* Enn-f ;<•
f I and Sale <>f Heal 1 : and lVrsusal
Property, of every descript on.
Orders for the purchase of Cotton prompt
ly attended to.
December 8, 1871. 49-ts
QUITMANDRUG STORE.
McCALL&tiOOVRa,
Deai-kus ix
Druns, Medicines, ■ *s>
Paints, Oils. fe'
VARNISHES. l)w Si,ip, |&- J>, \
BRUSHES, P( sum Mr'*.'
ry, Toilet Arikh x, it .
Notify llir public ti t iii' . M ill 1- p mi hand
ccmplete and l'p\-h stock., und sell tin 1 sumo at a
reasonable profit.
This is Exclusively a Drug Store, and the en
tire attention of m - her of the firm
will be given to the hi- f -s.
We respectfully solicit the patronage of the
public.
Quitman, Feb. 2. 1872. ly
DRUGS^ANOMEDI'JIHES,
DR. M. C, WILKSNSONj
"Ip EEI’S on hand a
IV Complete Stock ,-^a«*--
of Fresh and Pure ,/S r ?L ■, C\.
MEDICINES
t- ,> ,c* -Gl.- 9 KtZ
A! I : -
«JUL ftk*.
Also, Oils. Soaps. Tobacco, ’-t c >rs. Toilet Ar
tides, Ac., all of which will In sold on reasons
ble terms.
Prescriptions carefully compounded
"asH-Store on Screven street, east ut “Hookers
building,’' Quitman, Ga.
March 1. 1572. 9Ty
W. N. BLACK,
w m *e •
QUITMAN, ON' UK': IA.
"ITTILL make np - si*'", AT
W S»
trot fashiona! ,
always on hand, and-■ r' *Oy- L “
any quantity will be Vi •"*. ■‘GPgf'
Ordered for parties, w
from New York, without additional expert e.’
pgr Clothing renovated and repaired with
neatness and dispatch,
work must be PATH FOR on delivery.
Shop in the rear of John Tillman’a-Store.
March 22. 1872. 12-ly
BIBEONS, MILLINERY & STRAW GOODS, 1872
—AiiSO—
White Goods , Enihrr/'df rUs, dc.
ARMSTRONG, GATOR & CO.
Importers, Mnm<f<n‘ ■ "> ' '• -F of
Bonnet, Trimming. Neck ral - * l.bons. Vel
vet Ribbons, Neck Ties, Bor ' v - . -mms,
Velvets and Crapes, Flom is. Feathers,
Ornament--. Frames, tc. .Strawßon
nets and Ladies’and Children’s
Hats, triin'd and nntrim’d.
And in connecting wurero< ms,
tThite Goods, Linens, Embroideries, Laws. Sets
Collars, Setts, Hdk'fs, Veiling. ILad N< ts, *c.
No's 237 and 239 Baltimore street,
BALTIMORE, : : : MARYLAND
goods arc naanulV-tured by us or
bought tor cash directly fr-<m thv Li.r'-p* c> a*u.i
American Manutitc'oroTP. * / all r•• «t
--®6ts novelties, unequaiied ia vu.; i- v and cheap
ness in any mark'd.
Orders tilled with care — ■
patch. auniO
Loo.
The noblest of that God like band
Os Christian gentlemen,
Who drew the sword for native land,
Has passed the shadowy glen;
He is not dead, but gone before,
Our Chevalier Bayard!
Ilis soul to Heaven the angels bore
To mete him his reward.
no fell asleep in happy dreams,
Virginia’s noblest son.
Whilst basking in the hallowed gleams
Os glorious Washington.
Hud in that light above the storms
Are seen beside him still
His warrior chiefs, the immortal forms
Os Jackson and of Hill.
His mortal form may pass to duett
But his undying name
Will mount the temple of the just,
The brightest star of fame,
For since in prayer at Calvary's cross,
Our Lady bent the knee,
Earth has not felt such grievous loss
As that ot Robert Lee.
It was not his Bozzaris’ fate,
Who fell in war lor Grecce,
Our glorious chief, the truly great,
Sleeps in the arms of Peace.
No plaintive dirge of cannon's mouth
Was fired above his soil,
A Niobe, the weeping South,
Returned him to her God.
Jack F 1 cm in in g’s Luck.
•Hello, Toni! Wlint’s that?’
The speaker was Jack Flemming', a
frontier scout, who, with his companion,
Torn Btidgcr, was returning to Fort Mc-
Rae fix m an expedition into the Indian
country
The cause of the question was the
conduct of bis companion, who had stop
ped ao suddenly as to almost throw Ii *
horse on his haunches, and then dis
mounting had turned back to pick up a
dark object lying near tlie trail.
‘Pshaw!’ replied Tom, ‘it’s only a shoo
II looked like a money pouch.’
‘A shoe)’ejaculated Flemming. How
in the world did a shoe get out here?
Don’t llnow it away, Tom. Let me see
it.’
‘lt looks like a woman’s,’ said Tom,
passing a smuli morocco slipper to his
companion.
'I should think it did,’ answered Jack 1
‘Why, old fellow, that slipper's been on
a woman’s foot within twenty-four hours.’
‘Well, supposin’ it has, Jack? Y< u
ain’tTpiing to stay here all day looking
at an old shoe, even if it is a woman’s
are you?’
‘No, Tom,’ said Jack, after a moment's
pause, ‘1 ain't going tc stay here all day,
because I’m going back.’
‘Going back I What for?’
‘Why you stupid old fellow, to find the
owner of the shoe of course.’
•Well, I never!’ said Tom, thoroughly
bewildered. 'You ain’t .going crazy;
are you, Jack?’
‘No, Tom, and that’s the reason I’m
going back- Don’t you see, Turn, that
shoe would never have been here il a
woman hadn’t have brought itjandwbat
w. uld a white woman be doing out here
a hundred miles wm-t of the outpost, un
less the Indians had her? 1 tell you,
Tom, the owner of that slipper has been
captured by the Indians, and that not
long ago, and I’m going after her.’
•Tom s face which had worn a puzzled
expression lightened np at his compan
ion's explanation. A. moment after, he
exclaimed :
‘Yoa’re always right, Jack; that ex
plains the Sioux arrow that we saw a
whi e ago.’
‘Yes,’said Jack, ‘and the first thing
to do is to find their Ira. I, which must
be close to onr own.’
And so it proved. Avery short
search disclosed a trail made by appa
rently half a dozen Indians, and in a few
minutes the scouts were riding rapidly
toward the Indian country.
Jack Flemming was a young English
man. His family was out of the weal
thy yeomanry of that country, and he
had received every advantage that
wealth cmild procure. Some four years
before, however, he had received a posi
tive dismissal from a young lafy whom
he bad imagiued not indifferent to him,
and pained beyond measure at his ill
lock, be had emigrated to this country,
bringing with him Tom Bridger, a hired
man on his father’s farm. The two had
I come to the frontier at once, bad always
; remained together, had achieved a repu
tation as scouts second to but few, and
were now in the employ of the goveru-
I merit.
For some time they r-de rapidly, the
tra 1 being e&si'.v. disccrviable, as the
savages had made no effort at conceal
ment" 1 nt at last Jack cried ;
HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE'S RIOHTS MAINTAIN, UN AWED BY FEAR AND UNERIBED BY GAIN.
QUITMAN, GEO., SEPTEMBER 27, 1872.
‘Hold on, Tom; wo most not ride ties
way. ‘We’ll blow the horses, and when
we need them they’ll be worth nothing,’
‘But won’t they gain on as?’ asked
Tom.
‘No, I ihink not. They know well
enough that there arc no troops within a
hundred miles of them, and will there
fore take their time, especially as they
have a woman with them.’
‘I say, Jack, what would Miss Alice
say to this?’
Jack flushed as he replied:
‘You know that Miss Alice is not like
ly to hear of it from me, Torn.’
Tlavetyou got the slipper, Jack?’{
‘Yes,’ said Jack, ‘ai and I mean to keep
it till I find the owner.’
As they proceeded (he frail grew
more distinct, and it became evident
that the Indians had been engaged in
the plunder 'of a train, ns every little
while the scouts would see fragments o(
merchantable articles, as usually form
the stock of frontier traders.
. The size of tho parly of whom they
were in pursuit did not favor such a
supposition, and our scouts could only
account for the presence of so small a
party by the inference that they were
taking the prisoners to the Indian vil
lages, while their mein body was en
gaged in further depredations.
Before the pursuit had lasted many
hours, (ho sotting sun warned the scouts
that they had only a few minutes of
daylight in which to follow the trail.
Prudence dictated that they should
rest during ;thc night, as they would
need the full strength of their animals to
leturn, and therefore, soon after sunset,
they made a halt.
They were now among the foot hills
and il was necessary to use the utmost
caution, ns an intervening hill might
hide the savages until they wore upon
them.
Accordingly they selected for their
bivouac the bottom of a deep valley, and
contenting themselves with a few biH
cuits and the water of a convenient,
spring, were soon s s und asleep ns if
in the most comfortable bed in Christen
dom.
Somewhere about midnight Jack felt
his shoulder tightly gripped, and heard
Tom whisper :
‘Wake up, Jack.’
‘What’s the matte;?’ said he, rising to
a sitting posture.
There was no necessity fora reply,
fit at that instant there burst upon the
air a most fearful chorus of yells, inter
spcrccd with shrieks ot demoniac laugh
ter. There was no mistaking the source
o! these yells. Both men knew that
such sounds could only proceed bom the
throats of savages, half crazed with
liquor or excitement.
At first Jack locked aronnd nervously,
fearful lhat the Indians were in their
immediate vicinity, but it s-on became
apparent that they were in the next val
ley or ravine.
For some minutes they listened eager
ly; at last Jack exclaimed :
‘Tom, those fellows have got liquor,
and are having a drunken pow-wow.
That is in favor of our plans, unless, in
deed, in their intoxication, they conceive
the idea of murdering the prisoners.’
‘We must see what they are about,’
replied Tom. ‘Perhaps we can prevent
j their deviltry, il they take such a notion
| as that.’
Even as Tom spoke, the fierce yells
I suddenly ceased, and not a sound could
he heard.
| Leaving their horses, the scouts com
i menced the ascent of the dividing ridge
- for the purpose ot recounoitering. The
I hill was steep and high, and several
| minutes were consumed iri reaching the
summit.
During the ascent tbtf ntninons silence
continued, but just as they reached the
crest, the hideous yells were renewed
with redoubled energy.
And what a sight there met their gazel
Tied to a spear, transfixed in the plain
was a female figure, her drooping form
brought out in strong relief by the light
i of several large fires, while around her,
| hideous in war-paint and feathers, dan
joed half a dozen savages, the lurid light
! investing them with the appearance of
demons, their horrid yells and extrava
gant antics only serving to intensify the
horror of the scene.
N< ar one of the fires was a large dem
ijohn, from which the savages took co
: pious draughts, aft( r each becoming still
more wild and G-rce.
Higher and higher grew the orgie,
until it seemed an if each savage was
fully possessed of seven dewla.
One after another would thrust his
hideous visage into the face of the wo
man, flourishing his knife about her, and
then retire, until, maddened with the
liquor, one gathered a large armful of
fagots and piling them about tho victim,
was imitated by his companions.
’Heaven, Tonal’ groaned Jack, horror
stricken, ‘they arc going to burn her
I can’t stand this. We must do some
thing]’
‘Hold cn,’ replied Tom, and Jack
sprang to his feet and leveled his rifle,
‘don’t fire. They would kill her before
we got half way to them. Wait till
the last tiiinnte, and then we’ll rush in
on them with our revolvers.’
For some minutes tho dance continued
around the woman, now apparently half
dead with fright, and surrounded by a
itigl) pile of fagots; and then a frenzied
savage seized a burning brand, and
waiving it about his head, advanced to
ward his victim.
The scouts rose to their feet and grasp
ed their revolvers. But just as they
were about to rush toward the group,
otic of the Indians, who seemed to bo in
authority seized the brand, and hurling
it far away, addressed his companions
in an excited tune.
The orgies suddenly cessed, and scat
tering the fagots, the brave released tire
.woman and seated her by a fire. In
five minutes the savages were stretched
upon the ground in drunken slumber,
except the bravo alluded to, who sat
calmly smoking opposite his captive.
’Now ia tiro time,’said Tom, tighten
ing his belt. ‘Don’t waste a sboi, Jack,
but shoot to kill.’
Cautiously tho scouts descended the
slope until they had arrived within a
hundred yards nl ttio savages.
| Then halting an instant to brace them
selves for the final rush, they dashed
forward, swiftly but; noiselessly, ad in
| a moment were in the midst of tho sleep
j ing Indians. The bravo on guard
i plunged headlong into the fire, with a
i bullet through hi* brain. Another and
■ another ruso only to join his ancestors
in the spirit land.
Four shots had been fired, and four
savages lay dead. Tom was in swift
pursuit of a fifth, when Jack heard a
scream front the captive, and turned to
tee her struggling in the grasp of the
last savage, who \va!t hearing her rap
idly toward the Imrscs which he had al
most reached. Before Jack could over
take him ho had swung his captive
.across the animal and mounted.
There was no time for hesitation. In
another instant, he would be lost in the
darkness. Jack thought quickly and
acted with rqnal celerity. Tbo horse
obeying tho impulse oi his master, had
made one bound, when Jack raised his
arm, r flash leaped Irnrn his revolver,
rind the animal rolled upon tho turf.
In an instant Jack was at tho spot
and not an instant ton soon, for the en
raged savage had disentangled himself
from the struggling animal, and now
held the captive bv her long hair, while
high above his head he raised his knife
for the fatal stroke.
But the blow was destined .never to
fall. Midway in its downward prog
ress tho hand of the savage [was arres
ted. The knife fell from his nerveless
grasp, and without a groan he fell back
with Jack’s fourth shot crashing through
his brain.
As .Jack bore the senseless form of
the lady toward the fire, a strange feel
ing filled his heart, which was only ex
plained when, pushing hack tho masses
|nf dark hair, he reC“gi ized his love ol
bygone days—Alice Bowles.
Whether it was from the effect of the
passionate kisses rained upon [lips, brow
and cheeks, or from a sense of happi
ness that pierced her darkened senses,
Alice soon recovered, and the first sight
that met her eyes was the lace of her
lover, whom she had driven from her
side in a fit of idle coquetry, and of whom
she had never ceased to think for four
long years.
A quarter of an hour later, when Tom
returned, successful, from his pursuit, a
sight, met his gaze that elicited a pro
longed 1 Whew 1’
Alice explained that she had a year
before, left home to live with an nncte,
who carried on the dangerous but lu
crative business of a frontier trader.
Two days previous he had yield and to her
request to accompany him "on a trading
expedition. Tin: tra!, ‘ kad been captur
ed and burned, and her uncle killed.
Our readers knjw the rest.
The slipper was hers, accidentally
lost, and in proof of ownership, she held
out a pretty little loot, encased in a
dirty and ragged moccasin. But Jack
refused to give it up, claiming it as a
lawful prize.
Iu three days the parly were in safe
ty. Jack reuewed his offer, aud this
lime the answer was all that ho could
wish.
Conspicuous in his little cabin, under
ils glass shade, is a dainty morocco
slipper.
Horace Greeley’s Rule.
When Mr. Greeley was in California
ovations awaited him at every town.
He had written powerful leaders ia the
Tribune, in favor of the Pacific railroad,
which had greatly endeared him to the
citizens of the Golden State. And there
fore, made much of him when ho went
tc see them.
Atone town the enthusiastic populace
tore his celebrated while coat to pieces,
and carried them home to remember him
by.
Tho citizens of Placerville prepared to
frlc the great journalist, and an extra
coach, with extra relays [of horses, was
chartered of the California Stage Com
pany, to carry him from Folsom to Pla
cerville, distance forty miles. The extra
was on some account delayed aud did
not leave Folsom until late in the after
noon Mr. Greeley was to he feted at 1
o’clock that evening by the citizens of
Placerville, and it was altogether neces
sary that he should bo there by that
hour. So the Stage Company said to
Henry Monk, the driver of tho extra,
Henry, this great man must bo there by
1 o’clock to-night. And Henry answered
The great man shall bo there.
The roads were in an awful state, and
during the first few miles oat ot Folsom
slow progress was made.
Sir, said Mr. Greeley, are yon aware
that I must bo at Placervilh at 7 o’clock
to-night?
I’ve got my ordernl laconically re
tnrnerl Henry Mottle.
Still the coach went slowly forward.
Sir, said Mr. Greeley, this is not a
trifling matter. 1 must bo there ut sev
en.
Bat the speed vvns not increased, and
Mr. Greeley chafed away another hub
an hour, when as he was again about ‘to
remonstrate with the driver, the hors.rs
suddenly started in a furious run, and
all sorts of encouraging yells filled the
air from the throat of Henry Monk.
That is right, my good fellow, said
Mr. Greeley, I’ll give you ten dollars
when wo get to Placerville. Now we
are going I
They, were indeed, and at a terrible
speed.
Crack; crack! went tho whip, and
again that voice split the air. Get up!
hi y i! g’long! yip—yip!
And on they tore, over ruts and stones,
up and down at a rate of speed never
before achieved hy stage horses.
Mr. Greeley who had been bouncing
from ono end of the coach to tho other
like an India rubber ball, managed to
get his head out of tho window and said:
D— on’t—on’t you—it —think—o—e
shall get there by seven, if we do—on’t
go so fast?
I’ve got my orders. That was all
Henry Monk said. And on tore the
coach.
It was becoming serious. Already tho
journalist was becoming extremely sore
from the jolting, and again his head
might have been seen at the window.
Sir, lie said, I don’t care—are—arc if
no don’t get there at seven.
I’ve got my orders.
Fresh horses—forward again, faster
than liefote; over i<»cks and [stumps, on
one of which the coach narrowly escaped
turning a summersault.
Fee lieio! shrieked Mr. Greeley, I don’t
care if we don’t get there at all.
I’ve got my orders, I work for tho
California Stage Company. I lo; that’s
wot I work for. They said: Git this
man througn by seven. An’this man’s
goiu’ through, you bet! Gerlong;
whoop!
Another frightful jolt, and Mr. Gree
ley’s bald head suddenly found its way
through the roof of the coach, amid the
crash of small timbers, aud the ripping
of strong canvass.
Stop you —maniac! he roared.
Again answered Henry Monk. I’vd
got my orders. Keep your seat Horace.
At Mud Springs, a vil ogea f. w miles
1 from Placerville, they met a large dele
gation of citiz-ens ot Placerville, who
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hail come ont to tuoot tho celebrated ed
itor and escort him into the town. There'
was a military company, a brass band,
and a six horse load of beautiful damsels
in milk-white dresses, representing all
the States of the Union! It was nearly
daiJr now, but the delegation was amply
provided with torches, and bonfires a
long the road to Plaoervilie.
The citizens met the coach in the oui«
skirts ol Mud Springs, and Mr. Monk
reined in his foaming steeds.
‘ls Mr. Greeley on hoard?’ asked the
chairman of the committee.
‘lie was a few miles hack,’ said Mr.
Monk, ‘My order is as follows: 'Git
him thero by seven. It wants a quarter
to seven. Stand out of the way.’
‘But, sir,’ exclaimed tho committee*
men, seizing the offender by tho reins,
‘Mr. Monk, we are to escort him into
town. Look at the procession, sir, and
the young women, Sir!’
‘l’ve got my orders!’ screamed Mr.
Monk. “My ordeis don’t say nothing
about no brass bands and young wo*
men. My orders says, git him there by
seven. Let go them lines. Clear the
way there. Woo-epl Keep your seat,
Horace!’ and the coach dashed wildly
through tho procession, upsetting a por
tion of the brass band and violently
grazing tho wagon which Contained tho
beautiful young women in white;
Years hence gray haired men, who
were in this procession, will tell thoir
grandchildren how this stage toro
through Mud Springs, and how Horace’
Greeley’s bald head ever and anon show
ed itself, like a wild apparition, above
the coach roof.
Mr. Monk was cm time. There is a
tradition that Mr. Greeley was indignant
for awhile; then ho laughed-, and finally
presented Mr. Monk with a hrau- uew
suit of clothes.
Mr. Moult himself is still in tho em«
ploy of tho California Slago Company,,
and i3 rather fond ot telling a story that
.has made him famous all over the Pacific
coast. But he says be yields to no man
in his admiration for Horace Greeley.
Good .lobe on a Methodist Bishop?
In our exchanges we note a revival of
an old “Joe. Miller,” that tells of a trorn
hone-player returning late at night from
cupper, and very drunk, who mistook the
bellowing of a hull for the notes of a ri
val performer, aud challenging his am
bitions opponent, sounded his lowest
note with such success, that he was sud
denly hoisted over a hedge, where he sat
complaining of tho brutal conduct of
that other musician. Tho story reminds
us of a little event that happened to tho
learned and pious Bishop Muflvane in
tho commencement of the late war. Tho
bishop visited General SfchenCk, then in
command on the Potomac of a brigade
composed of the First aud Second Ohio
and First New York. Os course the
bishop was invited to favor the troops
with divino service, and, consenting, in
the evening tho officers and men were
gathered abodt headquarters, and after
prayer the eloquent divine gave us a
sermoD. Now, Colonel M. McCook had
as a war steed a strange animal that,
owing to tho weight of flesh he was
forced to carry, was wont to reliove his
feelings through the most pathetic
moans and groans, and on this occasion
had a very severe fit of depression upon
him, and as the Bishop grew earnest tho
horse became loud. The reverend gen
tleman could not ace tho sufferer, and
evidently thought the low tones of dis
tress came from some sinner on the anx
ious seat. To this supposed poor fellow
the Bishop directed his appeal, and it
would have been exceedingly touching
but for tho fact that all headquarters’
took in the situation, and the strain upon
tho contenanco was intense. Gen.
Schenck’s eyes disappeared entirely,-
while his firm set mouth looked more
like cast iron than ever. The other otfi
cers buried their faces in thoir handker
chiefs and shook a3 if suffering from
ague. There never was so much feeling
at a like assembly ol good people. At
last the thing got too trying, and a hint
being given an orderly, the distressed
beast was led away At the quiet re
past that followed, the good Bishop re..’
marked that ho supposed many of the
soldiers belonged to the Methodist
Church, where such manifestations of re
pentance were common. We came near
an explosion then, but restrained our
selves; and to tliia day the dear old Bish
op is under the impression that one soul
at least was in a bad way that night—
; Wash. Capita!.