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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES. 'V£.
Vol. VII. New Series.
Lore’s Triumph.
When the morn broke clear end the sun rose
bright,
And the sea, which had tossed through that
, terrible night.
On that rook-bound shore,
' Ceased to surge and to swell in
waves moun¬
tain high,
Ceased to toss its foam angrily up towards
the sky,
'Ceased its horrible roar.
Then she Stele from her cot, with her babe
closely pressed
Gainst bar heart, which had wildly throbbed
i in her breast
Through the wearisome night;
•And she moved to the -cliffs, which stood high
and steep,
And, with wide-staring eyes, looked out on
the deep
; In the clear morning light.
Fora moment her heart was filled with af¬
fright,
While she gazed on the sea, lit by morning’s
clear light,
And saw far aijd near,
On the breast of the deep, bits of hull and of
mast, >u
Which told of the tempest that o’er it had
i passed
In that night bleak and drear.
TTwaSber fisherman husband for whom she
feared;
F«r his boat on the ocean she eagerly peered,
But no sail wqp ip fight;
Then bar'eyes chanced to turn from the sea
to the land,
And she saw a man’s form lying still on the
sand
■ In the olear morning light.
Something strange in that form for a breath
stopped her heart,'
Something known in that form caused the
life blood to dart
Through her bosom once more;
Fora moment she scarcely could gather her
breath,
For a moment her face was as ghastly as
death,
I As she gazed at the shore.
Than she rushed to her hut, took the babe
from her breast,
And, leaving the child in his cradle to rest,
She hastened to go
Down the path, that was cut In the cliff’s
rugged side.
To the sands where the ocean's still rising
tide
Came steady and slow.
,At his side in an instant she dropped on her
knee,
And -eagerly, peei-ed at his features to see
Were he living or dead;
But she saw that his face was as ghastly as
death,
And there came from hts lips not even a
breath
As she lifted his head.
Then the shirt o’er his breast she tore quickly
apart,
And her quivering hand she placed on his
heart
For a moment’s brief space;
As she felt his heart's throb, uncertain and
slight,
Her breast filled with joy, her eyes shone
with a light
Which transformed her face.
He was ghastly and cold as he lay on the
sand
At the spot unto which he’d been swept on
the strand
By that terrible storm,
But her heart leaped for joy in the breast of
that wife,
For sba'd felt his blood throb and she knew
there was life
In that almost dead form.
With the strength of a giant, bora of her
love,
Ghe earned that form to the cliff-top above,
From the surf-beaten shore;
- And she dared the
on way not a moment to
rest,
Lest the heart that so faintly beat in his
breast
Should cease evermore.
To their cot, near at hand, her burden she
bore,
And, though her frame shook as she enWed
the door,
Her heart did not quail;
Yet she sighed when she’d placed his form
on the bed,
For his eyes were wide staring as if he were
dead,
And his face ghastly pale.
With the courage of love she fought for his
life,
With the vigor of love she entered the strife
And conquered grim Death;
For she saw, in good time, light gleam in his
eye,
And she beard with delight from his boapm a
sigh,
And she felt his faint breath.
Love had won, as oft times it had won be¬
fore;
-Love had won, as it will till our loving is
o’er,
Till we pass from this earth;
Strength had come to her arms as her hus
band she bore,
Strength had come to her frame that she’d
ne'er known before
Till love gave it birth.
—[New York Graphic.
A LITTLE HERCULES.
Away back in tho sixties I was finan¬
cially interested in two or three Texas
enterprises with a man named George
Sloane. That was his right name, but
in many localities in Texas he was
known only as Nervy George. I have
seen a great many statements concerning
his adventures in print, but all more or
less exaggerated. Some of the adven-
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY. JANUARY K 1888 .
tures which came about while we were
in company I will now give to the press
for the first time.
Sloane was an Ohio boy, and I made
his acquaintance and chummed with him
in Andersonville prison. We went
West together after the war, and at
that time he was only 8? yeatts old. He
was 5 feet 7 inches high, weighed 160
pounds, and Was the strongest man I
ever saw outside of a professional
wrestler or cannon-ball tosser. His
flesh was so hard that he could crack a
walnut on his leg. On two or three oc¬
casions 1 knot him to break the bones
in a man’s hand hy a single grip. He
took no training of any sort, but the
strength and ruggedness were born to
him. As if not satisfied in making him
a young hercules, nature gave him the
most wonderful nerve and courage. He
once told me that he would give $100 to
realize for five minutes what fear was.
I saw him in some of the hottest places
a man could get into, and I never saw
him falter or hesitate or make a mistake
in doing just the right thing,
One afternoon, after we had finished
up some business in Dallas and were
ready to go, we entered a saloon. It
was full of gamblers, cowboys and rough
characters generally, and every man
woro a revolver in plain sight. We
were sipping our drink when a burly, big
ruffian, who Was a fighter from way
back, intentionally fell against Sloane
with considerable force, and then stood
off and leered at him and said;
"I’m waitin’ fur yO to ax my parding
for that, banty. ”
Sloane never carried a weapon of any
sort while in town. He looked the fel¬
low over in a cool and quiet way, and
finally asked:
"Did you intend to insult tile, sir?”
1 ‘Insult ye?” echoed the other. ‘ ‘Whti
talks Of insults? Why ye little gmhe
cock from somebody’s barnyard-, I’ll
give ye two minlts to get down On your
knees to me.' 1
"If yoti do not bog my pardon before
I finish this glass," replied GeoTge, "I
will make a wreck of you.”
By this time everybody in the saloon
had crowded around qg, and it was easy
to see we had no friends there. There
was something in Sloane’s eye and tone
which cautioned the big fellow, and if
left to himself he would have retired
from the scrape. Hilt ho was egged on
and braced Up by the crowd who ached
to seen row, and he stepped back a lit¬
tle, drew his revolver, and growled.
"Now, banty, get down on your mar¬
row bones, or you’ll take a dose of
lead.”
Sloane leaned on the bar with his el¬
bow and sipped his wine slowly, paying
no further attention to any one. He was,
perhaps, a minute and a half finishing
bis glass, and during the last half min¬
ute he was covered by the man’s re*
volver. When he set the glass down he
wiped off his mouth, returned the hand¬
kerchief, and then turned and advanced
upon the ruffian. The man fired point
blank at his head, cut off a lock of hair,
and the bullet killed the bartendeT.
Before he could fire again George seized
him, one hand on his throat and the
other on his knee, lifted him high in the
air, and held him thus for ten seconds.
Then he gave the body a fling upon
some whiskey barrels ten feet away. It
was an astonishing feat of strength, and
the silence of death fell upon the room.
When it was broken it was by a man
who had tip-toed over to the barrels to
look at the ruffian, and who hoarsely
whispered:
"Great heavens! Tom is as dead as a
fish!”
So he was. The iron fingers had
choked the life out of him as he was held
aloft, and when he struck the barrel al¬
most every bone in his body was broken.
.George stood there for two long minutes,
looking from one to the other, and then
asked:
"Does anybody else want me to go
down on my knees?”
Never a man replied. Never a hand
was lifted and we went slowly out and
mounted our horses and rode away un¬
molested.
A month or so later we were tit Waco,
and one night attended the perfor¬
mance at a concert hall. A rougher
crowd couldn’t have been brought to¬
gether. In the first five minutes of our
stay, I saw three tumblers of beer shot
out of the hands of waiters, and a hat
was knocked from the head of one of
the stage performers by a bullet. I
scented a row and wanted to go, but
George asked me to wait a bit. Direct¬
ly in front of us sat an outlaw from the
Indian Territory. He was in , an ugly
frame of mind and anxious for blood
letting, and pretty soon he turned on
us with:
“Which of you vermin spit on my
hat?”
“Neither of us, sir,” politely an
swered my friend
"You are a liar!” shouted the man,a*
ho rose up.
“No shooting! No shooting!” called ft
hundred voices, and the stage perform¬
ance was suspended to see the row out.
We wete chock up to the side of the
hall, with a wide aisle in our front. Re
treat was cut off, while wo could be ap¬
proached by three men abreast- Wa
put our backs to the wall, and I called
out that we were unarmed and wanted
fair play. Twenty people shouted back
that we should have it, but in place of
two men approacti I " -s a whole half
dozen , jumped j. mtoSw—slc. . ,
"Leave them a l to me,’ whispered
George, and he obliged me to do so by
Stepp ng a ront, .
The crowd tame at us with a rush
sltuves rolled up and fists clenched.
George stepped out to moet them. Biff
Biff! went his iron knuckles, and even
man was knocked down inside of forty
seconds, and that before one of them
could get in a blow; Then George
picked each one up in turn, gave him a
shake which elicited a howl of pain,
and flung him among the spectators.
Not one of them came back after more,
and no one else in the audience cared
to meddlo with us. It was over in five
minutes, and after the stage manager
had tendered its a vote of thinks, the
performance Went on. Three of the
five men received broken limbs in the
toss, and one was made a cripple for
life by having his spine injured/
One of tho nerviest things in Sloane’s
whole career happened at Navasota, on
the Brazos River. We were sitting on the
veranda of tho hotel, when a fighter en¬
tered the village on hor^back, and
armed with a Winchester and two revol¬
vers. He took a drink or two, and then
started in to capturt: tlio town. There
Vvag Only one street, and he rode up and
down this at full gallop, firing right and
left and uttering) terrific yells, lu five
minutes he had the town. People dis¬
appeared from sight with amazing celeri¬
ty, and everybody was thoroughly
cowed. The fellow fired two shots
among the sitters on tho veranda,and we
stampeded. I own, up I had no desire
for, closer n yl lil iw tire
«...»d. r .„ e .ho
cover.
pefcpcd cautiously from a window and
saw Sloane still outside. He was on his
feet, leaning against . a column of the
veranda and smoking a cigar as coolly
as you please. I shouted for him to
come in, but he shook hisliead. Appeals
were made by others, but he turned a
deaf ear.
The cowboy had by this time reached
the lower end of tho street and turned
to come back. He came at full gallop,
but checked Ills horse in front of the
hotel and fired three shots at Sloane
from a distance of fifty feet. The first
zipped past his ear, the other two cut
cloth without drawing blood. We were ■
looking full at the shooter from the
windows, and as he fired his thir 1 shot
without bringing his man a look of won¬
der came to his face, and he bent for¬
ward for a closer look, and shouted;
“Who are you, man or devil ?”
George sauntered along to the steps,
slowly descended, and approached the
man, and as he came near enough he
grabbed for him. Next instant the cow¬
boy was pulled off his horse and being
literally mopped all over the road. He
tried to use a weapon, but was disarmed
with scarcely an effort, and when George
got through with him he lay as one dead.
Rifle, revolvers, and knife were broken
and flung in a heap beside him, and
George sat down on the steps to finish
his smoke. He had kept his cigar alight
through tho fracas. I personally inter¬
viewed the doctor who was called to see
the cowboy, and he gave me a list of the
injuries, as follows; Left arm broken,
thumb on right haud broken, thre''
scalp wounds, right shoulder probably
dislocated, three teeth knocked out, five
bad bruises on various parts, one eye
closed.
The fight did not last three minutes,
and jet the little giant laid the fellow
up for three good months and taught
him a lesson he never forgot. I saw ami
talked with him a year later, and he told
me he never was so seared in his life,
and that he was not yet entirely well
from the drubbing.—[New York Sun.
Military lighting from Balloons.
balloon experiments of vari¬
ous kinds are being tried in England off.
Dungeness. Thus range-tiring has been
watched from a captive balloon, while a
similar craft is sent aloft empty and fired
at by shrapnel shell, to ascertain how
near a balloon may pass to the enemy’s
lines without being hit. Some capital,
photography leave been taken from
height of 4000 feet in u small
remaining only a few minutes in the ai
1 Tho balloon carries an automatic earned
; which produces a good view Of
country beneath.
PATAGONIA.
A South American Countiy That
Exists Only in Name.
How Its Marauding Savages
Were Severely Punished.
«,, Thcf<? ■
" ,cd , t0 b3 a l )Iace called Pata '
f° 11U a 1 appeals and on unmhabttable our geographies waste,
.Upon which herds of wild horses and
cattle graze, that are hunted for their
fl ., h „ *. feW bnnd3 of Iucliftn9
of ImmeUS( , statUre ,. t u
from a school-book published In 1886,
’
Hml in co:nmoa usc in thU country fh
.
S1 ,me geography give, simdar informa
„ on abtmt Al .„ cntinc Confedera
tion > It makos tbe Ar tines roar
vn - uh rage to call thcir count “the
k t - ge „ t i ne Confederation.” A bitter
b!(K)dy w „ n , as foUght to wibfl that name
, ho map, but our publishers still
upon keeping it there, It is not a
confederation; it i a Nation, with a big
,"N t ’ like ours—obc and inseparable,
jiinited we stand, divided we fall, and
ptepublie. jail that sort To of thing—-the Argentine
call it anything else is an
insult to tho patriots who foiigtit to make
fit so, and a reflection upon our own in¬
telligence.
i Several years ago Patagonia was di¬
vided between Chili and the Argentine
Republic, tho Miuisters from the United
’btates to those two countries doing the
carving. Tho summits of the Cordil¬
leras were fixed as the boundary lines.
Chili took tho Strait of Magellan and
the si rip along the Pacific coast between
tho mountains and the sea, and the
Argentine Republic the pampas, tho
archipelago of Ticrra del Fuego
being divided between them. Since
the partition ranchmen have been push¬
ing southward with great rapidity, and
now tho vast territory is practically
.Occupied. There are no more wild
cattle or horses there than in Kansas,
and the dreary, uninhabited wastes of
occupies tho interior, but the Indian
problem of the Argentine Republic was
solved in a summary way. There was
considerable annoyance on the frontier
from bands of roving savages, who
used to come north in the winter-time,
steal cattle, rob and despoil, and the out¬
posts of civilization were not safe.
General Roca was sent with
a brigade of cavalry to the frontier,
to prevent this sort of thing.
East aud west acr oss the territory runs
the tlio Negro, a swift, turbid stream
like tho Missouri, with high banks.
Fifty miles or so from the mountains
the river makes a turn in its course, aud
leaves a narrow pathway through which
everything that enters or leaves Pnta
gouia by land must go. Across this
pass of fifty miles General Roca dug a
ditch twelve feet deop and fifteen feet
wide. The Indians, to the number of
several thousand, were north when the
work was (lone, raiding the settlements.
As spring came they turned to go south
as usual, iu a long caravan, with their
stolen horses and cattle. Roca gal¬
loped around their rear, and drove them
night and day before him. When they
reached the ditch they became bewil¬
dered for they could not cross it, and
after a few days of slaughter the rem
nant that survived surrendered, and
were distributed through the army as
soldiers, while the women were sent into
a semi-slavery among the ranchmen they
had robbed, The dead animals and
men were buried together in the ditch
and there has been no further aunoy
aneo from Indians on tho frontier.
The few that remain seldom come
northward, but remain around Punta
Arenas, the only settlement in the Strait,
hunting the ostrich and other wild game,
trading the skins for whiskey, and mak¬
ing themselves as wretched as possible.
The robes they wear are made of the
skins of tho guanaco, a species of the
llama, and the breasts of young ostriches.
There is nothing prettier than an ostrich
robe, but each one represents the slaugh¬
ter of from sixteen to twenty young
birds, and they are getting rare and ex¬
pensive as tho birds are being extermi¬
nated, as our buffaloes have been.—
[Harper's Magazine.
A Characteristic of Fish.
“Fish make very poor correspond
i^J-observsd" Squilding.
rtrefoic?” asked McSwilligan.
•’ ‘ |y are never anxious for any one
) them a line.”
!/,: »
* sadto see family relics sold at
on but tho most painful thing under
s.mmer is generally your thumb-
Pelicans Rohbed by Sea Gulls.
Two immense pelicans found their
way in through the Golden Gate on
Thursday morning, and immediately
commenced fishing operations off Fort
Point. They were apparently very suc¬
cessful for a while, and had it all their
own way. Their sense of sight must be
exceedingly keen, as they rose in the air
to quite a height, then gracefully circled
about until they saw a fish, when they
suddenly descended, and, like a Hash,
thrust their bills into the briny deep,
seldom failing to secure n catch. They
evidently thought they had a good thing
of it, but as with mortals sometimes, the
good thing did not last loug. A small
flock of voracious sea gulls ob
served the pelicans at. work, and flew
toward them to share in the plunder.
As soon as a pelican lowered for a
fish and caught it, the sea gulls
swarmed about the fisher, r.nd with
ear-splitting clatter attempted to seize
the game, in which they were usually
successful. Other gulls, attracted by
the struggle, continued to gather,
until a large space in the bay was liter¬
ally covered with them. Some sharp
practice then commenced, forcibly
reminding the observor that “the
struggle for existence” was as bitter on
sea as on land, At times a pelican
would rise with its plunder
and sokr away up in the air
to enjoy it, biit 100 gulls foliowod
in close pursuit, and being, evidently,
swifter in flight than the pursued, soon
overtook the larger bird, and oncircling
it literally toro the fish to pieces. Tho
struggle lasted quite a while, the gulls
in tho meantime themselves
lioarso. They kept worrying and at¬
tacking tho policaus until tho latter
seemed to leave in disgust, and sought
peace from their tormentors by flying
out to sea. The sea gulls act as if they
had a monopoly of the bay, and every
intruder from tho ocean is jealously
watched ami either driven out or ac¬
tually worried to death.—[iJau Francisco
Examiner.
Influencing a Judge.
Tho poet Milnes bqd a mind of peno
tratlng sagacity and priliiabfe-intuitions.
He was One day told, by a friend, of the
grief of a poor laundress, whose little boy
]) n, l wandered off to a common neai
Loudon, and there With another lad,
mounted an old horse grazing there,
and taken a ride, only to be arrested foi
horse-stealing. The laundress had en
gaged counsel for her son, but was in
great doubt as to the issue of the case.
When the matter was suggested to
Milnes, his fertile mind Was at once
ready with an expedient.
“IIow old are the beys?” lie asked,
and was told that they were about
eleven.
"Then,” said he, “tell the laundress
to take care that they both appear al
the trial in nice clean pinafores.”
The effect was almost magical. Tht
two little boys, in their nice pinafores,
appeared in the dock, and smilingly
gazed around the court.
“What is the meaning of this?’
asked the judge, who had read the
deposition, and now came under the
spell of the pinafores.
“A case of horse-stealing, my lord.”
"Stuff and nonsense!” said his honor,
with indignation, “Horse-stealing,
indeed 1 The boys stolo a ride 1”
Then the pinafores had almost an
ovation in court, and all who had to do
with the prosecution were obliged to
suffer from the Judge’s indignant
comment.
Tlio Land of Toys.
The vicinity of the Black Forest, says
tho American Agriculturist, is a veri¬
table-land of toys, while the pleasant
town of Sonncberg has been termed the
great toy-capital, nearly everyone of the
inhabitants being engaged in the manu¬
facture of playthings. Wooden toys are
the specialty, and each family has its
own ■ particular branch. Thus one
makes nothing but animals, another
nothing but wagons, etc. Each toy
passes through half-a-dozen hands, and
even the toddling little ones share in
the work. Half a million dollars’ worth
are shipped from there every year,-and
as they come to us through Holland are
ailed “Dutch toys.” Hence the old
couplet:
“The children of England take pis In
breaking
What tbe children of Holland take
in making” , '.i
Six Months After Marriage.
She—Why do you look so unhappy,
George? Don’t you kn§w ,yje are pne,
no w? .
.fle-Yfs, I’ve heard that before, but
whon it comes to paving the weekly
board bill the land' d don’t seem to
tJhwk so.—f Si&inffB
NO. 48.
The Brooklet.
I.
Thoii little brook, so clear and bright,
That lmrriest on through day and night;
1 watch and think with vain endeavor.
Where eom'st thou from f Where flows then
ever?
ll.
“I come from out the rock's deep side,
O'er flowers ami mossy banks l glide,
And iti my mirror one can view
Reflections of the sky's deep blue.
Ilf.
“As thoughtless as a little child,
I know not where I flow so wild:
Hut He who brought me to the light
Will guide, I know, my course aright."
—From the German of Goethe:
HUMOROUS.
The barbers’ apprentice is generally
a strapping fellow.
"This is a burning shame,” said the
man who was smoking a bad cigar.
We are ail fortune-tellers, That is.
wo can tell a forttmc when we soo it.
Women are the best detcc-torsof coun¬
terfeits when tho counterfeits are not
men.
Love may laugh at locksmiths, but it
knows better than to fool with tho
dog.
Tho only man who seems to thrive on
procrastination is the one that owes his
tailor.
A law prohibiting the intemperate
hoarding of wealth might prevent mon¬
ey from becoming tight.
It is no use for a piano to be square or
upright. Mr. Talmage is authority for
saying that there will bo none of theta ,
in heaven.
Statistics show that girls who work
in a match factory do not get married
any quicker than those who work at
other places..
Guest—"Waitor, bring mo a fried
beefsteak.” Waiter—“Wid pleasure,
sah.” Guest—"No, not with pleasure,
with onions.”
The most dull aud sickening thud is
that producod by the dropping of an
old-fashioned copper cent into a church
contribution box, JUt
After an argument between them, the
man is generally silenced, but not eon
vinced; the woman is often convinced,
but rarely silenced.
The man who moves down life’s path
and finds it strewn with sweet surprises
is he who knows just liow it’s done,
who keeps a store and advertises.
The boy who quails at tlio sight of »
mustard plaster is the same lad that goes
fearlessly forth to tackle a bee’s nest
with a handful of willow switches.
It is all well enough to say that thirteen
is an uulucky number. But this country
started in business with thirteen States,
and seemed to be holding her own up
to goiug to press.
If people should stop suddenly some
evening telling what they think about
other people and toll what they know
about themselves, what a stir-up there
would be in modern society.
In his valedictory the retiring editor
and proprietor of a Nevada journal
says: “Thanking an cvor-indulgent pub¬
lic for not having mobbed mo long
since, I am sinceroly theirs to serve,”
etc.
Young Mr. Sissy (to his pretty cousin)
— “I say, Maude, how did my song
‘Homo Again, from a Foreign Shore,’
seem to impress the company?” Little
Cousin—“Well, some of them, Charley,
looked as ff they wore sorry that you
had got back.”
A Distinguished Family. .3
“So your sons are all through college,
avo they?” asked Mrs. Smiley of Mrs.
Lofty.
“Yes, indeed," replied Mrs. Lofty.
"Tho dear fellow's! I am so proud of
them! Each of them made his mark.
Only think of it! George won the gold
medal for being tho best- poLo player in
r his class!” ■ ■ ■
' >*
"Indeed t”
“Oh, yes, and Harry was never beaten
onco at lawn tennis during the last two
years ho was in college. lie has ever so
many badges and medals.”
“How gratifying to you!"
“Indeed it .is! And my son Will
yvent ahead of his whole class at base
ball and is regarded as the most promis¬
ing first base the college ever turned
opt ! Wo are all so proud of him 1 But
all our hopes uio centered in our son
LcOj Who graduated two years ago, .. He ,
has come out winner, in every boat-race
he has rowed; andf only thin.te.of ftojpteof it* wo
us<*l fo really fear tfeat it was a
time and money to send him to College
at alL Ho seemed so indifferent about a
, education. turned.
coUcgc But he has
«ut grandly 1 Wenreso proud of all our
ijoys.—[Detroit Free Press,