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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 8, 1887)
> A-- : R, NORTH GEORGIA TIMES. Vol. VII. New Series. Rome. Vo you remember, Sweet, A summer long ago— A quiet village street, , Its houses all a-row; Broad elm trees shading each, Gay woodbine clasping one, A little lawn’s clear reach In the sun! As like as nest to nest, When robins build and ring, With rapture in the breast, Through all the days of spring As like as bud to bud, When early snowdrops glow, Those simple homes that stood In a row. Yet never breast of bird But knew its chosen rest, And never heart but stirred The sweeter for its nest. Twas not the woodbine spray, Nor light of springing flowers— Twas love, Nvith kindling ray, Showed us ours. . simple were our cares, And all our store of wealth Was daily love and prayers, Clear hope, abiding health. Our hearts with youth were light And the burdens of the day The greeting kiss at night Could repay. nose summer days are done, The autumn winds are cold, We shiver in the sun; *Tis late and wo are Already on our sight Heaven’s many mansions glow With lustre pure and bright— Let us go. wonder—will it be A wide and stately dome, A palace large arid free, Where we shall find our hom Or just a sheltered nook, Clasped in the woodbine’ With dear, familiar look, As of old? —[Ida W. Benham, in Good Housekeeping. An Apache Ambuscade BY C. A. MAHONY. ’Were you ever in a fight with Apache Indians? I was in one and do not in tho slightest degree crave for a repetition of ’'the experience. It took place in August, 1881, when Nana with his band of Mescalero Apaches were raiding and , desolating. Grant, Dona anrl Socorro counties in New Mexico. Before this 'event tho people had enjoyed a feyv months’ respite from the ravages of the old chief Victorio, whom the alleged had faith of the government had driven on the war path. For two years and a half Victorio had set Colonel Hatch and his colored Ninth cavalry at defiance, and civilization and progress were arrested by the scalding knife of the savage. In that period 400 men, women and chil¬ dren were tortured, outraged and mur dered with that fiendish cruelty which stamps the Apache as the most ruthless and merciless of American Indians. In an evil day for himself, but a happy one for New Mexico, Victorio ventured to cross the Mexican border into the State of Chihuahua. This Mexican state haz no maudlin sympathy for incarnate fiends such as the Apaches. It puts a price upon an Indian’s scalp the same as upon that of a wolf, and sufficiently large to urge its soldiers to the greatest activity. . It was to the Mexicans under General Luis Tcrrassas that the Terri¬ tory of New Mexico owed its temporary relief from the raids of the Apaches. He surprised Victorio and his band in the Costillos Mountains about eighty-five miles southwest of El Paso, killed most of the braves, including Victorio, and took forty-four squaws and children prisoners. Unfortunately, Nina, Victorio*!! lieu¬ tenant, and about twenty braves made their escape. They were joined by p number of renegades from the Mescalero Apache agency, and with the advent of the rainy season, which begins in July •and ends with September, another Indian war was inaugurated. Nana was a younger and more active man than-Vic >torio, and the rapidity of his movements ;paralyzed the troops. A splendid In |dian, he stood five feet and eight inches fin height, well set, wiry and noted in the itribe as a fleet runner. He can outtravel a horse and keep it up for days together. (His daring raids in two months estab¬ lished a reign of terror throughout New -Mexico. The trains on the Southern Pa >cific were guarded by troops, stages ceased to run, freighting was stopped and towns were as thoroughly cut off from supplies as though they were under igoing a regular siege. For weeks in Sil ■ver City, the seat of Grant county, the ihakers baked bread but once a week, and i the common necessities of life reached famine prices. Such was the state of affairs when, on |the evening of August 18, the little com |mand of twenty men from the Ninth .Cavalry, with which I had offered to serve as a volunteer, rode into the milling Ujamp of Lake Valley to rest for a few ppurs before taking up the trail of the SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 8, 1887. wily Nana. Lieutenant George W. Smith, a veteran of the civil war and as gallant a soldier as ever drew saber, was in command. There was a very bad feeling existing at the time between the citizens and the troops. The latter were denounced as worse than Useless, as not caring to fight the Indians, and as having well earned the sobriquet of “buffalo” soldiers, which old Victoria had bestowed upon them in derision of their futile attempts to van quish him. Among the men around Lake Valley who shared this sentiment to an absurd degree was George t>aly, Superintendent of the Lake Valley mines an old Californian and Colorado miner, and a man of the most desperate cour¬ age. During the rest at Lake Valley Daly taunted Lieutenant Smith for not pressing the Apaches strongly. Smith explained that he had but twenty men, while the Indians had fully three times that number, but he added that if Daly was so anxious to show what he was made of he could raise a party of citi¬ zens and come along himself. Daly accepted the challenge, and in a few hours had collected together and armed some twenty citizens, mostly miners, to accompany Lieutenant Smith’s command, Daly’s men were not very well mounted, and mere mainly armed with the old Winchester rifle, which carries only about 800 yards. The soldiers were armed with the regu¬ lation Springfield carbine. It was not until the morning of the 19th at about 1 o’clock, that the com¬ mand left Lake Valley, citi was and sol¬ diery. We had information that the Indians had camped at Borendo Springs, and we hoped to come up with them be¬ fore daylight. About nine miles out we came upon the place where the Indians had camped for the night and the trail at once grew hot. Everything showed that they had only just “struck” camp, and as the “sign” was plenty we had no trouble in “lifting it” almost at a gallop. It led on to the mouth of the Gaballou Canon on the west slope of the Mimhres Mountains and about eight miles south¬ west of the ranch of a stockman named Brockman. Very soon after we entered the canon t]ie advance guard cf five men fell back and reported Indians ahead about half a mile off. Lieut. Smith or¬ dered the guard to move on a short dis¬ tance in advance, but they were evident¬ ly getting demoralized in the face of the enemy, and we had gone but a little way when they again halted and waited for the main body to come up. The sergeant in charge said that he wanted flankers to support him and clearly did not regard with pleasure the post of honor he occu¬ pied. The lieutenant ordered him to again advance about 400 yards but the guard had not gone ten yards when fire was opened on the party from both sides of the canon. The Indians were in am¬ bush all around us. Not a single Apache could be seen, but every cactus busband every boulder seemed to vomit forth Are. Men dropped on every side before the unseen enemy. At the first volley poor Smith was shot through the lower part of the body and fell from his horse. “Help me on my horse!” he cried to the first sergeant. The latter ran to his assistance and placed him in his saddle. “Dismount, boys, and take to the rocks for your lives!” was the cua maud. It was immediately obeyed, ery rock that a man could get cover behind was occupied as fast as the men could hurl themselves from their saddles. Horses and everything besides arms were abandoned. As I clambered behind the shelter of a huge boulder on the south side of the canon where the fire seemed weakest, I glanced below and saw Lieu¬ tenant Smith and Daly, side by side, make a dasli down the canon, as though to fight their way through the howling Apaches, whose wild, triumphant cries of “Hi! Ki! You!" now filled the air. They had not gone twenty feet when both fell from their saddles literally riddled with bullets. They both had stood by the challenge made at Lake Valley and had died as only brave men can die. Two soldiers and one citizen while making for cover w r ere shot dead in their tracks. Two citizens escaped on horseback, and brought the news of the disaster to Lake Valley, The Indians now had it all their own way. Having secured the government horses and ammunition and arms of those killed, they made lively efforts to dis¬ lodge those living from the cover of the rocks. The slightest exposure brought a leaden messenger; yet we were com pelled to expose ourselves in order that the red devils did not steal upon us una wares. I had lost my canteen and from 10 o’clock in the morning until 4 in the afternoon had to endure the most ngon izing thirst under a lurid and semi-trop ical sky, a fate I shared in common with nearly all my companions. It was not until after 4 o’clock that the Indians left, just as re*enforcements could bd seen in the far distance; The most horrible incident of the fight was to be compelled to witness the muti¬ lation of our dead comrades. The squaws and children stripped the bodies naked, lighted fires upon their stomachs until the entrails were consumed, and other¬ wise mutilated them in the most fiendish manner. Lieutenant Smith wore a beau tiful blonde mustache. This, together 1 with the upper lip, was cut off and hung on a cactus bush near where he fell, When his body was brought into Fort Bayard neither his wife or two little children could be permitted to look upon his dead face, and strong men were un able to gaze but a moment upon t he havoc wrought upon God’s temple. ‘ Poor Smith, I really believe, had a premonition of his death. The night before the fatal morning he sang by the camp fire we all joining in the chorus, that old song of brave men facing in evitable ueath. How his magnificent voice rang out: “Cut off from the land that bore us, Betrayed by the land we find, With the brave men gone before US, And we worthless left behind. Then stand to your glasses steady— The foblish are here, the wise— One toast to the dead already. And hurrah for the next who dies.” —[New York Star. The Pelican Fish. -ie investigations which have been made by dredging into the fauna of the waters o: the deep seas in various parts of the world has resulted in the discovery of most eccec ric forms of animal life, more especially among the fishes; but none ex coed in their departure from the ordinary type the pelican fish, which was dredged up from a depth of a mile and a half off the coast of Morocco, not far from the Canary Islands. This fish, which differsj widely from every previously known type, presents a most extraordinary develop ment of the mouth. The jaws are trewely large, and the floor of the lo* * jaw is formed of a very extensible Am, which, when filled with food, const; a sort of pouch like that of tinypelicfinr it is probable that the first stages of tho digestion of food may be carried on in this cavity, as the stomach is very avail. Tho fins are hardly less remarkable than the jaws. The pectoral fins hre very rudimentary, wliilst the dorsal and the. ventral are each constituted by a range of free de tacbed spines. Unlike many of the in habitants of the extreme depths of the sea, which are so frequently blind, the pelican fish has two eyes placed in front of the pectoral fins. The flattened form of the body, tapering to a point at tho end, makes it certain that the fish must swim by the waving of the elongated tail from side to side; but its movements must be very restricted. It is probable that, like our angler fish, it lies on the soft mud which constitutes the bed of the ocean, with the mouth open ready to engulf as food any animal that moves across the opening.—[St. James Gazette. About Birds. people of this country spenu an¬ nually over $3,000,000 for singing birds, writes a New York correspondent. All the warbling in Italian and German from behind the footlights does not equal in cost, therefore, the twittering of the feathered pets in guilded cages. Nearly 500,000 birds are imported into this country every year. Two large houses on Park row handle the majority of them, and in a talk with one of the members of a firm I was told that the finest birds we get are the canaries from the Hartz Mountains in Germany. “The genuine birds,” ho said, “sell for from $5 to $35 apiece, according to their singing ability. I suppose there are 400,000 canaries imported each year at least. Then come finches, linnets, love birds and parrots. The rarest bird we have had yet is the king parrot. It is a per¬ fect rainbow in colors. We have only had two this year.” This house sends birds all over the country and into Can¬ ada, besides exporting them. Virginia mocking birds and red birds are very popular in some parts of Europe and bring fancy prices. People do not al¬ ways buy birds for their singing quali¬ ties. Some prefer those of beautiful plumage rather than of sweet voice. Deaf mutes always purchase the former for instance. A Cosmopolitan Ship. In a city like New York may be found representatives of almost “every epoch of history and every locality of the world.” One scholar says that in New York he has heard eighty-four languages and distinct dialects spoken. The signs alone in the crowded parts of the city show the cosmopolitan character of the population.—[The Forum. CALLS. City Waiters’ Economy of Time in Giving Orders. Curious Phrases Applied io W ell-Known Dishes. The diner in cheap restaurants is often puzzled by strange orders shouted by - waiters. The customary waiter lays his ears back and howls an order to the kitchen, as if for the purpose of letting the whole congregation know what each member of it intends to eat; then saun ters to the port hole opening into the culinary department and converses with the cook. If he would communicate the order in.a confidential tone and yell his conversation with the cook it would please the clients better; but a waiter on $6 a week cannot afford to own or at least to exhibit all the graces of high so ciety. Like the stage and the gypsy camp, the cheap restaurant has its pecul iar slang and idiom, and it speaks a lan¬ guage that few of the public know. Here are a few of the nouns in its vocabulary with the definitions thereof in every day English! “One,” is an oyster stew. “Three on, ” three butter cakes. “Pair o’ sleeve buttons,” is two fish balls. “White wings, ends up,” are poached eggs “One slaughter on the pan,” is a por¬ ter house steak. “Coffee in the dark” and “slops in a C up with the light out,” signify coffee without milk. ’ “Brown plate o’wheat” and “stack a 0 > whites,” indicates that a customer wants wheat cakes, “Tea separate,” means that the milk for the tea is not to be poured into the cup, but served in a pitcher, “Cannon balls,” are crullers, « Bee f an d” means beef and beaus, “stars and stripes,” are pork -and / W ns . . This term also applies to bacon, “Bras#>and, without a leader,” is a „ s , vithout pork . i’*“Suuitoor trine,AfeJfersiStod “Murphy with his coat on,” is a boiled potato, unpeeled. “White wings, sunny side up,” are fried eggs. “Rice both,” “bread both,” etc., means that rice, bread and other pud dings are to be served with both wine sauce and butter sauce, “Rice, hard only,'’ means that rice pudding is to be served with butter sauce. “Bale o’ hay,” is corned beef and cab bage. “Let the blood follow the knife,” is rare roast beef. “Roly poly” is strawberry pudding. “Solid shot” is apple dumpling, “Mealy bustio” is mealy potato. “Ham and" signifies ham arid eggs. “Shipwreck” is scrambled eggs. “Hen fruit” is boiled c™« “Tea no” is tea without milk. “Dyspepsia in a snow storm . is mince pie sprmkied with sugar Hash no” is hash without onions. yseryis as ‘‘Brown stone front” is another name , °“ru!- , e J , °T° * , 1 . 0 ' "v “Chieken from on high 1,11 is • the n best cut of chicken. “Cosmopolitan” 1 is Neapolitan 1 ice . cream. “Let tlie chicken wade through it" is chicken soup, Some keepers of restaurants where these orders have been m daily fans mission for years have compelled their waiters to forego this style and to com Kuriicate orders to the cook in every-day English. Brooklyn Eagle. Lanilslips. Speaking of the recent landslip at Speringer, the London Standard says: Many of the Swiss villages exist almost on sufferance. The avalanche of snow or the avalanche of earth may at any mo ment sweep them away, or, what is equally ruinous, overwhelm them with the debris of the mountain at the foot of which they are built. In not a few instances the land¬ slip is so slow in its progress that it is only a question of time when the final catastrophe will be precipitated. At Bee Rouge in the Tarentaise, for example, the side of the mountain is gradually overwhelming tlie village of Miroir. In most cases, however, tho calamity is sudden and unexpected. Such an in stance is supplied by the fall of the Ross berg, a well-known mountain 5000 feet high, situated just behind the bet ter known and loftier Rigl. In 1806, after a very rainy s«i<o:i. a large portion o i the mountain, (Oiisisting of hods of bard sandstone aui? pudding stone, resting on soft sandy lavers, suddenly swept across the valley of Goldau, burying four vil¬ lages, comprising over 300 houses, nearly 500 inhabitants and more than 85 square miles of fertile land. In 1855 a mass of debris slid into the Valley of the Tiber, which, dammed back by the obstruc¬ tion, overflowed the village of San Stefano to the depth of 50 feet, until the drowned village was relieved by means of a hastily constructed canal. Another example of a disastrous landslip is that in which, by the adding of a por lion of Monte Como, the entire village of Plurs, with 3,430 inhabitants, was in 1018 overwhelmed. For several days be fore the catastrophe masses of rock had become detached from the mountain, and numerous fissures were observed to form or widen on its sides. But the vil¬ lagers disregarded the warnings, and were in a few minutes buried, with all their possessions, beneath sixty feet of rock and eqfth. All attempts to pene¬ trate the mass proved fruitless, and no trace of the town lias since been seen. The earth which entombed it is now clothed with a luxuriant forest of chest¬ nuts, but tlie original name still survives in the little village of Plurs, or Pluro. It may almost be said that these catas¬ trophes are so frequent, that history pre¬ serves the memory ,of only tlie,most dis¬ astrous, Such a one was that by which the village of Elm was overwhelmed only a few years ago. At that time the place contained fifty houses and nearly 350 in¬ habitants, most of them children and old people. Nearly half of them were killed, while most of the dwelling houses were altogether crushed or buried beneath the debris from that portion of the Tschin gel Alp, which broke away from its par¬ ent mountain. Altogether, though the Elm catastrophe was, in the loss of life and property, of less magnitude than those which overtook Plurs and Goldau, it is doubtful whether it did not, in the amount of rubbish shot from the mountain side, surpass both of these gigantic landslides. The Swiss geolo¬ gists who visited the spot immediately after the disaster calculated that, at the To west estimate, the contents of the slip measvirefJ 10,000,000 cubic metres. What a fast amount of material this pile con t;ut.is /ttay bo grasped by a simple illus¬ tration. ' Zurich is a city of 78,000 m habitants, yet in the debris shot from the side >.f the Tschingel Alp there was stone enough to build two Zurichs. Some of the blocks are heaped 800 or 400 feet higher than the village of Elm. One is estimated to weigh 3000 tons, nnd as these gigantic missiles were pre¬ cipitated from a height of 3000 feet the irresistible force with which they fell on the doomed villages ean easily be imagined. In Training For Dyspepsia, Please don,t " . ,ve y° ur chddre , , “ crack ' 0,8 01 cookus ’ 01 < ' <n ' ,leftt an butter, between mi-is. u. prac-ice es ys th ter f iritis wi c ges ion, ^ m,i is ™ ea em ’ s T ° W ’ SU J<: ' : 0 various maa ies, a rcad y P re * fDr 8cnan8 dlseases » and tella U P° U ^ d «P 0Sltl % The process of digestion is a highly U(jated one that on wlth wou . der M smoothness in a healthy stomach, , f _ t , g not interrupted) but int e rru ptions are firmly resented, and punished by suf ferine „ . sooner or , later. , A A1 learned J< renen ^ man talking i°on once of the perfect and won act of the stomach said, “and put . all lt this ,, . machinery , . , to work* , for - you r just . , one poor cracker.” . „ But after * .n all it u is not the setting it to work that does the it ia doing it whoil it is otherwise occupied. ^ The breakfast is, perhaps, half £ ted and tho carly proces ses are th ^ with tUe “one poor cracker” is g{jnt tQ cl[dm attention and the gg ig 0V£ ,. again> to the neg . ^ of ^ materiai alrettdy in the field. For , ength of time con8tant disturb ances and interruptions may make no visible change, but it is tolerably certain than sooner or later evil results will come and the children persistently feasted be¬ tween meala are in training for dyspep- 18 ,' ‘The dyspepsia of Americans is due to pie,” another foreigner has observed, but wiser people tlian he say that the ‘bite and piece” between meals makes more victims to the harrowing disorder than the much maligned pie.—[Good Cheer. The Birthplace of Beer. The birthplace of beer is Egypt. A papyrus has been discovered on which a father reproaches his son for lounging about in taverns and drinking too much beer. From the Egyptians the art of browing beer descended to the Ethio pians. While the Romans despised bur, the Germans of the north of Europe fully appreciated its good qualities. At pres cut the yearly product throughout the world amounts to 140,000,000 heclotres, England taking tho lead with 48,000, 000. NO. 31. Compensation. One woman, in furs and velvets; Another, in squalid rags; One, rolled by in her stately carriage; The other, stood on the flags. One woman, alone in her carriage; By the other, a little child Who, watching the prancing horses, Looked up in hor face, and smiled. she stooped to hej,boy and kissed him, And gave him a hoarded crust; The other had just left costly blooms Where her one son lay in dust. One, hack to her darkened mansion, Wealth cannot hold death at bay! One, back to the hut where labor Brought bread for the coming day. Perhaps, as over the sand; of life, Time’s great tide,ebbs and flows, Wore fates among us are equal Than their outward seeming shows. —[All the Year Hound. HUMOROUS. Ripe lor mischief—Thu early water¬ melon. Popular summer resorts: Ice cream and cold drinks. The hod-carrier lives oy the ups and downs of his life. The average tramp takes no interest in the motto: While there’s life there’s soap. It cannot be truthfully said that the fraudulent coffee dealer doesn’t know beans. “Here is another lock-out,” said the barber as he examined the elderly gentle¬ man’s head. The victim in the dentist’s chair isn’t quite sure whether he's in favor of the long haul or short haul. A scientist lias discovered the “oarth quake belt.” It is found in the spot whore the green cucumber shakos you. If you wish to fatten a young baby what should you do with it? Throw it out of the window, and it will coma down plump. “If women are really angels,” writes an old bachelor, “Why don’t they fly over thcTence instead of making such a fearfully awkward job of climbing?” - Little MamifVQn observing a coach dog for the fli«rtimbt-»aljed excitedly to her mother, “Oh, mqininalhs^amma 1 do come and see this great bit, -TSkled dog 1” \ “Music,” wrote Carlyle, “is a kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech.”. It must be that he had just heard a high priced soprano singer in a phenomenal church choir. Boston lady to Farmer Jones—Did you ever study the doctrine of Buddha? Farmer Jones—Well, now, I eal’late I did. I made the best butter that’s mad* in this country. * ‘Life lias been for me a succession ot sad blows,” said Mr. Breather. “Aht” said tlie new pastor, sympathetically. “Yes, indeed,” replied the parishioner. “I’ve had the asthma twenty-two years.’ The dangers of never riding on rail¬ road trains or eating in an hotel are alarmingly exemplified by the case of a man who had never done either of these things, and who died a few weeks ago when only 102 years old. “Hurry! hurry 1” cried Brown, im¬ patiently, up the stairs, “we’ll be too late for church.” “Oh, no, dear,” replied Mrs. B., buttoning her gloves as she came down, “we can’t be too late. I’ve got on my new suit.” Albert, a twelve-yeqr-old lad of Sag Harbor, daily sits down to the table with his father and mother, grandfather and grandmother, and great-grandfather and two great-grandmothers. He his second piece of pie by simply asfti for it. A New Hampshire farmer- on being asked to address a class of Sunday school children said: ‘ ‘My dear child ren, religion is a very good thing; re¬ ligion is an excellent thing—it’s—it’s better than the best mince-pie I ever ate.” “How docs it happen that there are so many old maids among the sehool teachers?” asked a reporter of a teacher the other day. “Because school teach ers are, as a rule, women of sense; and no woman will give up a $60 position for a $10 man, ” was the reply. Stairs Worry the Japanese. In Japan stairways are almost un¬ known. Hence, when Japanese come to this country and are lodged in boarding houses their apartments are generally in the third or fourth story. To reach their rooms they are compelled at first to go up very cautiously and with the aid of the baluster. Some do not even hesitate to go up cat-fashion, on all fours, from step to step. The trouble is that they have not learned to balance the body so as to ascend and descend us we do.—[Philadel¬ phia Press,
