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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 [52.00 per Annum NO. 30 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!.