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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( 1 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, ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦l | | | | | I »♦■»«"»■»♦♦♦ < > DR. W. B. CONWAY, J J Corp. Co. C., 4th Regiment Virginia * * Cavalry—Athens, Ga. ! ! « - »»»♦♦♦»+♦l 4411>♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦♦♦♦ 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." Th® Beml-Weekly Journal I* th* offi cial organ of the Southern Cotton Growers’ Protective Association, and through it* column* you will be ad vised of all matter* of interest pertain ing to the crop, and you cannot afford to be without the paper. Renew now and get all the news. 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. SAM JONES WRITES OF THOMAS DIXON’S NEW BOOK E HAVE all been reading and enjoying some new books lately at our home. "The Leopard Spots,” by the w 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. SUBSCRIPTION GIVEN FOR TOBACCO TAGS The tags of the following brands of to baccos manufactured by Traylor, Spencer & Co., of Danville, Va., will be redeemed in subscriptions to our Semi-Weekly: Plumb Good. Bob White. Good Will. High Life. Natural Leaf. Patrick Henry. Right of Way. Spencer's Special. By saving the tags of the above brand* (containing the name of Traylor. Spencer & Co.’) you can realize two-thirds of one cent for each tag in subscription to Th* Semi-Weekly Journal, as follows: 75 tag* will pay for six months and 150 tags will pay for twelve months’ subscription. This amounts to six cents per pound on tobaccos containing nine tags to the pound in payment for subscription to The Semi- Weekly Journal. Traylor, Spencer & Co.’s tobaccos are sold direct from factory to best merchant* in all southern states. The above emotioned tags will be re deemed in payment for subscription* to May 1, 1903. Address all tags with your name and P. O. address direct to The Semi-Weekly Journal, Atlanta, Ga. 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. r «... The good health given by Hood’* Sarsae* parilla is due to three facts: Hood’s B*r-J I saperllla purifies the blood, the nerves and builds up the whole sys-1 tem. Take only Hood’s. | 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. 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