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Opposition to Nesbit.
POWDER SPRINGS. Ga. May IX—A
very enthusiastic meeting of the voter*
of this district was held at this place Sat
urday night in opposition to the candida
cy of R. T., Nesbitt for commissioner of
agriculture.
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much enthusiasm was manifested by the
friends of Mr. Stevens.
IN VIRGINIA WITH “ffEB”
STUART IN YEAR 1864
While * soldier In the Confederate
states army.the thought of being captured
and confined in a northern prison was
akin to horror and humiliation. I was
willing to take my chances for life or
death in the midst of shot and shell
among those who opposed us; but to be
confined in a prison, with cold, hunger
and suffering, with thoughts constantly
upon home and its loved ones, was enough
to make a man decide as I did, never to
surrender. There might have been cir
cumstances causing me to yield to my
foes, but.it was my good fortune to es
cape the many chances of capture during
the three years of my army life.
This brings to my mind a few exciting
scenes which may be classed as "close
calls.” and therefore, may fit in the col
umns of The Journal so kindly reserved
for us. The young single men of the army
were more reckless and took more chan
ces on their lives than did the married
men whose responsibilities were greater.
In 1963 I was for a few months a courier
for General William C. Wickham, and
while in northern Virginia, I think In
Farquier county, Wickham's brigade was
guarding the rear of Lee's army; we were
watching the advance of some federal
cavalry when General Wickham called to
Richard Hill, another courier, and ordered
him to ride to the brow of a hill just in
our rear in order to ascertain whether
the Yankees were advancing. Just as we
reached the summit of the hill, young Hill
reeled and fell from his horse, pierced
through by a mlnie ball. Had I been a
few feet in advance I might have shared
his fate. He was a gallant young man
of my county and a near relative of Gen
eral A. P. Hill, the distinguished general
who lost his life April 2, 1866. almost at
the last sunset of the Confederacy. The
next "close call” occurred at Chancellors
ville on May 2d. a day or two after Gen
eral Hooker issued to his command a gen
eral order in which he said among other
things. "Our enemy must ingloriously
fly or come from behind his defenses and
give us battle on our own ground where
certain destruction awaits him.” My com
pany was on picket duty near Banks' ford
on the Rappahannock river between Fred
ericksburg and Hooker's army. We were
on the mine road watching for any flank
movement that might be attempted by
Hooker’s left wing.
A young Mr. Wilhoit, from my county,
who joined the company the same time
that I did, was sent with me down the
road in advance of the picket post; he
took his stand on one side of the road in
the timber, and I selected the oposite side.
We were watching the movements of some
Yankee artillery some distance in our
front, when suddenly I heard the crack of
a carbine, and young Wilhoit fell from his
horse shot through the body. I was then
ordered back, but before reaching the poet
a solid shot was fired from the Yankee
battery, the ball smashing In pieces the
cooking utensils on the fire at the re
serve, destroying our supper but injuring
none of the boys around the fire. I was
at the post nearly all night and listened
to the fearful noise made by Hooker's
axemen, building the most formidable
breastworks, out of which they were com
pelled to retreat on the next day owing
to that splendid flank movement of Gen
eral "Stonewall" Jackson. Again, while
my company was on duty in Madison
county in 1864. a detail of IS or 18 men com
manded by Lieutenant Carpenter was
sent on picket beyond the Robinson river
on the road leading from Crtglersvtlle to
Culpeper Court House, Va. In the after
noon we crossed to the north side of the
river and marched a few miles beyond,
where we came to a small country church
located in a little pine grove at a cross
reads. There we all dismounted, unsad
dled our horses and opened up the church
building as our quarters for the night. Af
ter placing two guards on the roads a
short distance in our front, our little Con
federate command retired in apparent se
curity for the night. I had tied my horse
to a sapling and was in the act of unsad
dling when Lieutenant Carpenter called
me to one side and asked if I would ac
company him to Crtglersvllle and spend
the night with a friend of his and enjoy
the company of the young ladies. Os
course I gladly accepted hie invitation.
The poet was left In charge of a sergeant,
and we were soon enjoying the hospitality
of Mr. Strickler and family on the south
side of the river. We remained all night
and left at the break of day for the picket
post. We had just crossed the river when
we were met by a cavalryman coming at
breakneck speed, waxing his hand at us to
go back, that the Yankees had captured
all of our command at the post, and were
now tn pursuit of him. Lieutenant Car
penter and I galloped hack across the riv
er and down the turnpike in the direction
of Madison Court House, hoping to reach
that place tn time to inform the citlsens of
the approaching raiders. We rode at a
gallop for a mile or two, when we slack
ened our gait as we ascended a long hill
with fences on both sides of the road. We
were laughing and talking about the boys
being captured, when Lieutenant Carpen
ter asked me for a chew of tobacco. It
was mining a little, I had on my V. M. I.
overcoat and he had an oil cloth over his
uniform. He was watching for me to
hand him the tobacco, and in my efforts
to get at it I had lost sight of the road in
my front.
We were just nearing a sharp turn in
the road when suddenly he turned to me
and exclaimed: "Look out. we are into
them!” We were within fifty steps of
eight or ten Yankees. As we wheeled our
horses a volley from their carbines was
poured into our faces. The bullets
whistled around our heads, but none took
effect. They ran us down the pike for half
a mile.and two of them were gaining upon
us, when suddenly we came to a pair of
drawbars over which we jumped our
horses, and were again soon out of their
reach. We halted a short distance from
them, but fearing an ambuscade, they de
clined to follow us. The lieutenant took
off his oil cloth and found eight or ten
holes through it from the bullets. John
Rose, one among the numbe? captured at
the post, suffered the horrors of prison
life for months, and Anally the poor fel
low died on his way home, after having
been exchanged. Dr. Sprinkle, now of Cul
peper Courthouse, Va.. was among the
number who was captured. These are lit
tle personal matter*, but we old soldiers
love to look beck over the past and bring
to light again those incidents that ao in
terested us tn our boyhood days, for as
we grow old everything seems to us won
derfully great, even down to the ashcake
our old colored mammies used to make
for us. It is useless for me to recount the
many hardships endured by us while sol
diers in the Confederate States army un
der the patriotic and pure man, Jefferson
Davis, who was second to no man who
graced the halls of the United States sen
ate at the breaking out of the eivil war.
Future historians will record the heroic
deeds of those who stood by each other
for four long years and fought to the bit
ter end. The memories of the great strug
gle told by Colonel J. J. Dickison, of Flor
ida. are cherished by every patriotic
American soldier. He say*: "We cannot
find in all the annals of history a grander
record or prouder roll, nor more just fame
for bravery, patient endurance of hard
ships and sacr.fices.” The noble chieftain,
Robert E. Lee. said, "Judge your enemy
from his standpoint, if you would be Just."
Whatever may be said of the contention
between the two great sections of the
union, whether by arbitration of council
every issue might have been settled and a
fratricidal war averted, there will be but
one unalterable decree of history respect
ing the Confederate soldier. His deeds of
heroism are wreathed around with glory,
and he will be ever honored, because he
was not only brave and honorable, but
true to his convictions. Tbe sacrifices
made by our loyal defenders and their
glorious deeds shall not perish, but the
pen of the historian shall hand them
down through the ages—a proud heritage
to our race and to all mankind. Now that
THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 15, 1902.
the people who so grandly illustrated
their loyalty to the Confederacy are pass
ing away, the south claims for them a
truthful, dispassionate history of the caus
es leading to their withdrawal from the
union, and the subsequent events when
the tocsin of war sounded throughout the
land. Religion and patriotism should
dominate every human lift, and as love
of country comes next to our love and
allegiance to God, it must follow that a
people panoplied with righteousness must
be a happy, patriotic people. The memo
ries of the heroic sufferings and sacrifices
of the noble men and women throughout
the land make a history that will shine
with imperishable lustre, proving to the
world that
"Noble sons, through dust and heat.
Rise from disaster anfi defeat the strong
er.”
The gradsst vindication of the south will
come when Truth, no longer crushed to
earth through narrowmindedness and sec
tional prejudice, will write fn golden
characters a just tribute to every Ameri
can soldier who fell on either side. Let
the record be: "There lies an American
hero, a’ martyr to the right as his con-
Anti-Christian Allegorizing.
BY BISHOP WARREN A. CANDLER.
’HE refusal of preachers’ li
censes for three candidates
for the ministry by the New
York and Elizabeth, N. J.,
T(
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presbyteries, because these candi
dates, on first examination, declared
that they held the story of Adam
and Eve as given in Genesis to be
a mere allegory, has sprung an an
imated discussion in the newspa
pers. Although by some sort of con
cession or compromise the case was
somewhat relieved subsequently, the
controversy goes on. And it is well
It should, until some things are
made plain.
It is quite time disguised infideli
ty were forbidden standing room in
orthodox pulpits, and the pretences
of faith under which it masquerades
were exposed. Open infidelity, the
church can meet and master, as it
has often done; but the praying
and preaching sort is perilous in
the last degree.
Now this theory of "the Adam
Myth,” as it is called, is no new
thing. It has bobbed up periodically
for centuries. But it has been gen
erally recognized as unvarnished
infidelity, and as such it has been
often exploded. That it is now tak
en into the pulpit as the last and
best conclusion of up-to-date schol
arship on the subject, is simply pre
posterous.
Let men theorize about the "Adam
myth” as they will, it is perfectly
clear that Christ and the apostles
accepted it as history,, and those
who repudiate the teachings of
Jesus and the apostles must not
think it strange when people of
common sense repudiate their pro
fession of Christianity. A man who
parts company with Christ and th*
apostles can lay no just claim to the
name of Christian, whatever else he
may be entitled to be called.
Let us see how Jesus treated the
"Adam myth.” When he was in
quired of concerning the matter of
divorce, he rested his teaching on
the immutable facts recorded in
Genesis, saying: "Have ye not read
that he which made them at the
beginning made them male and fe
male, and said, for this cause shall
a man leave father and mother and
shall cleave to his wife, and they
twain shall be one flesh.” Can any
candid man deny that the Master is
Intentionally and distinctly refer
ring to the'Adamic account in Gen
esis as a history and not as an al
legory?
Hear St. Paul in his letter to the
Corinthians —an epistle which even
infidels acknowledge as genuine—
when he says: "For as in Adam all
die, even so in Christ shall all be
made alive." Can we suppose such
an argument possible to an apostle
if he believed Adam to be a mere
allegorical character? If the Christ
by whom all are made alive is a
reality the Adam by whom all died
cannot be a myth. Otherwise the
apostle's argument is not even good
nonsense.
Again, writing to the Romans,
he says: "Death reigned from Adam
to Moses, even over them who had
not sinned after the similitude of
Adam's transgression, who is the
figure of him that was to come.”
Does this association of Adam’s
name and sin with the law of Moses
and the coming of Christ suggest
history or allegory?
St. Jude is very specific as to the
place of Adam with reference to the
patriarch Enoch, saying “And
Enoch also the seventh from Adam,
-prophesied of these, saying behold
the Lord cometh with ten thousands
of his saints.” Did St. Jude fix the
location of Enoch by measuring off
seven paces from a myth?
St. Luke undertakes to give a gen
ealogical table in tracing the de
scent of ©ur Lord. At one end of the
chain is Jesus, and the other end
terminates with these words:
"Which was the son of Enos, which
was the son of Seth, which was the
son of Adam, which was the son of
God.” If Adam is a myth at one end
of the chain, what is Jesus at the
other? Intervening links are the
historic name*, of David. Jesse,
Obed, Boaz, Jacob, Isaac and Abra
ham—are all these allegorical char
acter*? If not, what shall we say
of St. Luke for mixing history and
allegory in such inextricable confu
sion?
Again, if the story of Adam and
Eve in the garden is an allegory
what does the allegory represent?
Will some of these bright young
theologians give the key to the pic
ture?
In this connection it Is pertinent
to quote the words of old Bishop
Horsley who pounded this absurd
theory to pulp above a hundred
years ago. In one of his sermons he
says: "No writer of true history
would mix plain matter of fact with
allegory in one continued narrative,
without any intimation of a transi
tion from one to the other. If, there
fore, any part of this narrative be
matter of fact, no part is allegorical.
On the other hand, if any part be
allegorical, no part is naked matter
of fact: and the consequence of .this
will be, that everything in every
part of the whole narrative must be
allegorical. If the formation of the
woman out of the man be allegory,
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science conceived it.” When I glance back
over the forty year* that have passed, I
can hear those clear, ringing note* of the
bugle "to charge," and see the flash of the
saber in the grand cavalry charges that
were led on by such heroic men as J. E.
B. Stuart, Fitzhugh Lee and Wade Hamp
ton.
"The mighty troop, the flashing blade.
The bugle's stirring blast.
The charge, the dreadful cannonade.
The din and shout are past;.
Nor war s wild note, nor glory’s peal.
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight."
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the woman must be an allegorical
woman. The man therefore must
be an allegorical man; for of such
a man only the allegorical woman
will be a meet Companion. If the
man is allegorical, his paradise will
be an allegorical garden; the trees
that grew in it, allegorical trees;
the rivers that watered it allegor
ical rivers; and thus we may ascend..
to the very beginning of the crea
tion ; and conclude at last, that *
the heavens are allegorical heavens,
and the earth an allegorical earth.
Thus the whole history of the crea
tion is an allegory, of which the real
subject is not disclosed; and in this
absurdity the scheme of allegoriz
ing ends."
Let it be understood that I am
not affirming that Moses, Jesus,
Luke, Paul and Jude spoke truly
when they set up Adam as an his
toric person and not an allegorical
character. Os course I believe they
did; but it does not He within the
scope of this article to make the
assertion. For present purposes I
am concerned to affirm only that
these great teachers treated Adam
as a man and not as a myth. If
therefore, any gentlemen imagines
he knows more about the matter
than did Jesus, Moses, Paul, Luke
and Jude let him step down and out
of the pulpit and openly avow the
infidelity he secretly entertains. It
is worse than idle to claim to be a
Christian and a Christian teacher,
while setting at naught the plain
teaching of th* Christian Scriptures.
It is not honest. It is to sell poison
under a label whereby the purchaser
is first deceived and then des
troyed.
It is of the most importance that
men should know where all this sort
of thing lea&*« and its ultimate
destination wft* pointed out by Dr.
Ellicott, the teamed commentator
and the devottt bishop of Glouces
ter, years ag©. In his "Christus
Comprobator” he saysf "The same
spirit 4hat has found irreconcelva
ble difficulties in the supernatural
element of the old Testament will
ultimately challenge the evidence
on which the Incarnation rests.
And the more so as all the age-long
testimonies of the old Testament,
all the foreshadowings of all the
promises that were greeted from
afar, all the sure words of proph
ecy, will have been explained away;
and there will remain nothing save
two narratives, which, it will be
said, bear so patiently the traces
of illusion, or at the least of an
idealism expresslug itself under the
guise of alleged facts, that the doc
trine of the Word became flesh, the
doctrine which is the hope, light
and life of the universe will be
surrendered to the last demands of
what will have now become not a
distressed, but a ruined faith. When
that blessed doctrine is surrender
ed, the total eclipse of faith will
have commenced and the shadows
of the great darkness will be fast
sweeping over the forlorn and des
olate soul.”
Nothing can be plainer than that
the teachings of Jesus and the
Apostles concerning the old Testa
ment are diametrically opposed by
the views of these rationalizing
critics, and it is becoming more and
more evident every day that honest
men must part company with either
Christ or the critics.
Kuenen distinctly avows the
right of criticism to review the
teachings of Jesus concerning the
Old Testament. So also does Dr.
Toy, Rathe, Canon, Gore (now Bis
hop Gore) and Sandy.
Deliberately I choose to stand
with Jesus and the Apostles rather
than with the critics, which is but
another way of saying, I prefer to
be a Christian than to be a ra
tionalist.
Moreover, I am resolved that the
rationalizing critics shall not in
the disguise of Christian teachers
pilfer my faith after the manner
of a pick-pocket. If I am to be
deprived of it they shall be forced
to wrench it from me in the open
as a highway robber might over
come me after a manful struggle.
Petty larceny pefrpetrated by one
wearing clerical robes I will not
endure.
It is to be hoped that the churches
in the south at least will not license
men to carry off surreptitiously the
faith of the people. We want none
of this anti-Christian allegorizing.
P. 3.—1 understand a correspon
dent has been demurring to my ar
ticle about "Appraising Christianity
Too Low.” I have not seen his com
munication, being absent from the
state;- but I am informed> that the
gist of his contention is that Chris
tianity has done too little to deserve
a higher appraisement than that
of which I complained. Perhaps it
has not done much for this corre
spondent; at any rate it is fair to
assume that he who holds his re
ligion cheap has a cheap religion. I
do not so hold Christianity.
W. A. C.
Look at our clubbing offer* and re
new now before your paper is discon
tinued.
Somebody suggest* that Senator Tillman
should try a madstone for it.
The Tenth Georgia s Aerial Navy
Soon after the seven days’ battle while
we were near Richmond the Tenth Geor
gia regiment was entertained one even
ing with a lecture by an old gentleman
who was on a lecturing tour of the army
and who was called the “Professor.” The
avowed object of his lectures was the col
lection by popular contributions of the
funds necessary to enable him to perfect
a newly invented weapon of warfare which
he claimed would enable us to easily con
quer all the armies of the United States
in less time than one week and that with
out the loss of a man. He called his ma
chine the artisavls, which he explained
was the Latin for bird of art. It consist
ed, as the name implied, of a great me
chanical bird capable of rising high in
the air and flying very rapidly in any de
sired direction, carrying an engineer to
guide and control it and a heavy bomb
shell to drop among the enemy. It wai
made exactly in the shape of a bird, every
part of which—body, head, wings, tail, etc.
was accurately proportioned after the
natural model. Inside its body was a
comfortable cushioned seat for the engi
neer, convenient to the various levers,
treadles, cords, etc., by means of which
all its movements were controlled. In its
head was fixed a whistle so arranged that
by pulling a cord just at the instant
when his left foot pressed the treadle to
drop the bomb It would make a most ter
rifying scream, which he said would cause
the enemy underneath to cry out in the
language of the builder, “Stand from un
der." Its speed was so great that it
could cover the distance from Richmond
to' Washington or Fortress Monroe in a
few minutes or from Richmond to New
Orleans in a fraction of an hour. The
propelling power, he said, was a secret
which he could not afford to give away.
The science and art of flying, he said, had
been his lire study and he had com
pletely mastered every detail of the me-
Relics of a Color Bearer
Anything relating to the man with the
flag is always interesting, especially so to
Journal readers who have enjoyed the
tales of the old Confederates for the past
year or so. Mr. B. L. Neal, of Winfield,
Ga., was second sergeant of company D,
Twelfth Georgia battalion, Evans’ brigade,
and a Journal man recently had the pleas
ure of spending a few hours at his hospit
able home. While there Mr. Neal showed
me his collection of relics, some of which
date from the time the land was young
on down to the days of the Confederacy.
The first was a gun of ponderous sixe
and very lond. This was his grandfather’s
musket, which was used in the Revolu
tionary war. The name of the old mus
ket is "Buckaneer,” and a load for it was
one ball and three buckshot. The weap
on is six feet long, flint and ateel, and
the stock extends the whole length of the
barrel. Mr. Neal tells a thrilling tale
about this old fire-arm. All who are fa
miliar with the old flint and steel locks
know that it is' ,a very easy matter to
“strike” fire with them. One day Mr. Neal
was away from home and Mr*. Neal could
not find a match, so she decided she would
make a fire'with the old musket, just as
she had seen it done in the days of yore.
She proceeded to get some powder and
cotton, and then pulled the trigger. The
musket was laying across her lap when
she polled the trigger. There was a
click, a splutter, a blaze, then a deafen
ing roar, and the old musket jumped to
the floor, while a load of buckshot went
crashing through the opposite walls. Chil
dren were playing around her when the
gun fired, and Mrs. Neal regards it as a
kind of miracle that none of them were
hurt. The old gun had not been used in
forty years, and was "loaded for bear.”
The next relic was the old rifle of Mr.
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THOMAS DIXON’S NEW BOOK
E HAVE all been reading
and enjoying some new
books lately at our home.
"The Leopard Spots,” by the
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Rev. Thomas Dixon, Jr., like
himself is full of life. This book deals
with the race problem in the south as
viewed from the standpoint of a
southerner. It is a romance of the
white man’s burden in the south, and
the story is laid after the war is over,
presenting prominent features of re
construction tyranny and the crimes
which have led all the way up to the
lyncher's rope and fagot In all the
states of the union. This book could
only have been written by a southern
man, because every line in it breathes
of a deathless determination to pre
serve this as a white man's country. It
is hot in its intensity and will be ea
gerly rend by those who prefer the in
tense and strenuous in literature. The
scenes are laid principally in North
Carolina, but they will fit all other
southern states as well. The author
says: "The carpet bagger was a wolf,
a scalawag, a hyena, one is a high
wayman and the other is a thief,” and
thus he talks of many things and many
men who came to the south in the re
construction period to insult its citi
zens and rob their pockets. The chap
ter where the southern man, George
Harris, the educated negro who had
been domiciled in the household of a
Republican politician, and whose inti
macy caused the negro to aspire to
his daughter's hand, is one of the most
thrilling in a very exciting story. The
negro was shown the door and the ex
asperated parent cried out in wrath:
“One drop of that blood In my fami
ly would move it backward three thou
sand years in history; I would kill her
with my own hand rather than see her
sink in your arms into the black waters
of a negroid life; now go.”
Says Mr. Dixon: “You cannot build
In a democracy a nation Inside a na
tion of two antagonistic races. The
future American will be an' Anglo-
Saxon or a mulatto.” Get the book
and read it, you can never forget it.
Tom Dixon’s lectures sparkle and
scintillate and thrill and move men.
He is a live wire, mind how you tread
upon it. If he had been a locomotive
engine he would have been the 999
pulling the Empire State Express on
the New York Central railroad: if he
had been a cyclone he would have
made things whirl and tumble from
one end of the land to the other; if
he had been a horse he would have
trotted it in two minutes two and a
half seconds; if he had been a dog he
would have been a gray hound. Hur
rah for Tom and his book. If Tom had
as much religion as he has got fire and
vigor and enthusiasm and brains, he
would set this country on fire. But God
gives all things to no man. Tom has
got religion enough to behave himself
as a rule, and that seems to be about
as much as the average fellow has
these days.
By the way, I see where Governor
Davis, of Arkansas, pardoned a negro
convict with the understanding that he
is to spend the balance of his days in
Massachusetts. Wonder what Jeff is
mad with Massachusetts about? Yan
kee Doodle loves the negro away down
south a heap more than they love the
negro away up north. Distance lends
enchantment between Yankee Doodle
and the colored brother.
vVe have got thousands of good col
ored people down south that a whole
lot of us white people think a whole
lot of, and we are going to keep on.
chanical motions necessary for the pro
pulsion of heavy bodies through the air.
He described very minutely the flight of
various birds and I remember that while
speaking of the crow he said the crow
always files exactly 45 feet in a second,
flapping its wings every nine feet and
consequently making five strokes per sec
ond. He was soliciting the funds neces
sary for the completion of one machine.-
After that, gA'ernment support would be
available for building all that would be
required for his projected campaign. He
would demand for that purpose the con
struction of 500 machines which according
to his plans could be accomplished in a
very short time.
The greatest possible care would be ta
ken in the selection of the 500 reliable
young men to take charge of and operate
the machines. On the next Monday morn
ing following the completion of the ma
chines the campaign would open. That
would be devoted to the annihilation or
capture of McClellan's army. It would not
take all day to accomplish it but we would
toe satisfied with that for the day's work.
Tuesday we would make a dash over into
Tennessee and do up Rosecrans and
h|s army. Wednesday we would skirt
along the Atlantic coast, capture all the
forts and the battleship* of the block
ader* and everything else wanted in that
quarter. Thursday we would make a raid
upon the gulf coast, the Mississippi river
and clean up everything out west. On
Friday we would pay our respects to Mr.
Lincoln and have a big cleaning up in
Washington. On Saturday we would
hold a grand jubilee in Richmond, cele
brating the events of the preceding day*
in an appropriate manner with speaking,
parades, barbecue*, etc. He seemed to
be a very learned man and spoke fluently,
interspersing his discourse with occasional
anecdotes, jokes, etc., making it very in
teresting. After he finished the hat was
Neal’s father. In its original shape it
greatly resembled the old musket. Mr.
Neal's father helped to forge the barrel
of this old rifle in a blacksmith shop in
Maryland, and afterwards used it in the
Indian war.
Mr. Neal's father was married twice,
Mr. Neal being one of the children of the
last marriage. His mother’s maiden name
was Sarah Hill Green. •
When Joe Brown called for volunteers
Mr. Neal took the old rifle, had sixteen
inches cut off of it and a percussion lock
put on. This was done by Joseph Holder,
at Thomson, in 1861. He was soon a sol
dier encamped near Savannah. Shortly
after his arrival his colonel (H. D.
Capers), requested that he carry the colors
and this he agreed to .do. He had no fur
ther use for the old rifle, so he sent it
home, where it is today. His battalion
surrendered at Appomattox and the flag
was handed to the colonel and Mr. Neal
has not seen it since. If any one can tell
where it is now it will be greatly appreci
ated by him, as he is still in possession of
the sword and belt. The sword was made
in * blacksmith shop near White Oak (Ga)
camp ground by William Smith, deceased,
a brother of John E. Smith, now president
of the Bank of Thomson. The sword is
two feet long, two-edged and of the finest
steel. "How many Yankees did I kill with
it? Oh. I can’t say,” said Mr. Neal, "but
I killed as many of them as they did of
me.”
Another relic is his grandfather’s (Me-
Keen Green) sword. He was a captain in
the Revolution. He had two brothers in
the same war. Major John Green and Col
onel Benjamin Green. In some way they
wer* related to General Nathaniel Green.
This sword is about four feet long and a
quaint affair as compared to an officer's
thinking a whole lot of them in spite
of what the vicious and the bad ones
do.
I am sorry Warner Hill went to
Texas, we need him here right now.
This is a funny campaign. There nev
er was just such a campaign in Geor
gia. One candidate speaking every
day, clear, strong, vigorous truth, and
nothing but the truth, ever and anon
challenging his antagonist to meet
him on the stump; another candidate
full of “high plane” ideas and gentle
demeanor, going through the state
speaking, and if he was to stand up
with his mouth closed and Just ges
ticulate for an hour and a half, he
could rest his mouth and say just as
much as he seems to be saying now.
He did shoot off at Forsyth the other
day, I uon’t know who loaded .him,
though. The way they shot him off re
minded me of the old flint and steel
musket like us boys used to hunt with.
It would hang fire, and. by the time
the thing went off ft wasn't plnted at
the game. It usually kicked the boy
down anti the report of the gun made
the game run faster than it did before.
I no more believe the things Joe Ter
rell said about Dupont Guerry at
Forsyth than I believe the devil is an
angel or that I am a negro. Joe may
have believed them, but I don’t believe
them. The purest, noblest patriot in
Georgia today (and were I to call his
name there would be an universal
amen to what I have said of him),
wrote me soon after Mr. Guerry became
a candidate for governor and said:
"Dear Brother Jones, come out flat
footed for Dupont Guerry for governor
of Georgia, for he was my near neigh
bor for eight years; he is one of the
cleanest, purest, brainiest men I ever
knew.”
I believe Joe Terrell is personally a
gentleman, without a bad habit that
I have ever heard of. Really the gang
that’s running him could not afford to
put out any other sort of a man, and
if there is a ring in this state that ain’t
for Joe I have not found it out. and
I honestly believe that, left unbought
undebauebed, that the deliberate and
overwhelming choice for governor on
June sth will be Dupont Guerry and
if he is beat at all I believe dollars
and jugs will do it. Them’s my senti
ments, gentlemen, and I am going to
watch you, and what is a white pri
mary worth more than a negro pri
mary if dollars and jug* can influence
those who participate in white prima
ries? We are going to watch you, gen
tlemen. I think you will begin that
jug and dollar business about three
days before the election. You tried to
bulldoze us. your next break will be
to buy us. and what you won’t do after
that, deponent sayeth not.
With best wishes for old Georgia al
ways, I am. Yours truly.
SAM P. JONES.
Cartersville, Ga,
P. S.—l was sorry I didn't see Bob
Berner in Atlanta today while I was
..aere. I heard he was in the city. I
wanted to get Bob to tell me about
that telegram. Joe won’t tell me a
thing. Joe disremembers. but Bob's
got a good recollection. Yours.
S. P. J.
Our Sensitive Spot*.
Orison Swett Marden, in May Success.
Most of us hate sensitive spots, or sore
spots which we guard very jealously.
They may be caused by ugliness of face,
deficient education, lack of culture or
manners, timidity, or ignorance of etl-«
quette; but whatever they are. we do not
like to have them uncovered, irritated, er
paraded before the world; and we resent
BY DAN I. WALDEN.
passed around and I believe a very re
spectable collection was taken up. A few
weeks later we heard fr6m tne professor
again. He had bartered off his Confeder
ate money in Richmond for whatever
amount of specie he could get and had
crossed over on the other side of Mason
and Dixon's line, demolishing at a single
blow the great air castle he had built for
us.
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BY RHEA HAYNE.
sword of the present day. He also has Wj
pair of surgeon's tweezers which he pro-;
curecTat the battle of Kernstown, in north-1
ern Virginia. He also has a collection of i
Indian relics that remind one forcibly of;
the days “when the land was young.” ' |
He also has his company’s roll book and*
in the back of it a journal of his prison Ilf* 1
while in Point Lookout prison, where he
was detained six months. It is intended to I
give a sketch of this little book later,*
Money couldn’t hardly buy it, but Mr.
Neal has kindly consented to let me us*'
it in writing a future article for The Jour- \
nal. Mr. Neal has his old army Bible*
which he purchased in 1856 while going to j
school in Thomson. It was purchased;
from Auren Stanford, whose store stood]
where the depot now stands. There were!
only two stores in the place then. Mr. .
Neal is a close personal friend of General I
C. A. Evans. He is a farmer and nursery-1
man. His farm is after the fashion of th* ’
old south and he raises an abundance of
corn, peas, wheat and oats as well as hog*,'
cows, sheep and all the horses he needs..
In addition to his farm he ha* his '
nursery and he supplies hundreds of trees,
to farmers throughout this section of the
state. He has six varieties of seedling |
peaches with a long pedigree and all of
them ar* fine.
He also has several pecan. English WsQ-j
nut trees, etc. His orchards cover seven
acres and a visit to his plane would be 1
interesting. Doubly so with tales of th* •
Confederacy mixed in.
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The good health given by Hood’* Sarsae*
parilla is due to three facts: Hood’s B*r-J I
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it by withdrawing our friendship, regard,’
or respect from those who offend in thiaj
way, and Who thus make their presertcel
dreaded. We instinctively like tactful peo-i
pie, because with them we are not all the;
time on needles, afraid that they may un-j
cover the skeleton of the past, or rake up]
some bit of unfortunate family history, or i
touch any other of our sore spots. We like;
to be with them because they are agree-;
able. Their words do not grate upon ouri
nerves, or'lrritate our sesitiveness.
A CAT AND DOG STORY.
Everybody knows how much a dog and'
cat hate each other, but it is very seldom;
that their dislikes lead to such seriousi
results as did a difference that lately oc
curred between a bulldog and a black cal
in a fruit store.
The owner of the bulldog used to let;
him run around in the cellar for exercise, ’
but one morning the dog got tired of his,
narrow quarters and went up stairs into a,
neighboring fruit store, where the black: ‘
cat lived.
Os course, the cat did not like to have.;
any one come Into her home without an'
invitation, much less one of her old naf-,’,
ural enemies—the ddgs. So as soon as the
dog entered out jumped the cat full upotij
him, and, of course, a fight followed,! ‘
which naturally drew Into it the owner of;
the fruit store and the owner of the dog.
The dog. being wry lively, soon turned;
over several baskets of fruit and upset thei
stands of oranges and peanuts, while their 1
masters were vainly trying to settle the;
row. As there seemed no early settlement]
in sight, the owner of the cat and fruit]
stand called in a policeman, but in the,
meantime the dog had virtually gotten th*i
best of the fight, having caught the cat by*
the neck, and all the coaxing and pulling
would not persuade him to let -go.
The owner of the dog pulled and pound-,
ed, and the policeman, seeing away out,]-
put his "billy” between Bruno’s teeth andi
pried open his jaws, only to find that the!
cat was so badly mangled that it had to be.
killed, which the policeman did with two
bullets from his revolver.
Bruno’s owner settling the difference by,
paying the damage, they both Went out,,
after having learned once more that cats
and dogs have a standing <lis/igreeme*t|
that in but few instances is overcome.
West Point News: “We ain't supporting
of no man who wants to make licker hard-;
er to get.”
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