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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 12, 1889)
i TTT-— n V. r- f NORTH GEORGIA TIMES. S.'a'l^AHTbR, f Proprietor®. ' Robin's Nest I lfnew three robins who lived In* nest Not very long ago, * 'Where the summer winds that blew in the west Rocked ''r- it 4'driafciag'among to and fro, Si the leave*, ■Watching the busy world gathering sheaves, Noting the pattern of life that weaves As the shadows come and go. First there was one all alone—that was Not very long ago; Then cAmoianothor, so .strong apd frga. Dawned into my lifalifoa^fc^sur^aia, „ Singing of love in a robin wise, |‘„JLflitl^one, ^ or ub«’ 05 6‘fS i *Not very lfingago, . - < Slag-fa? the stars mth.thsir musical din, [' And touched all the ni^ht with a silvery thrill, v Our love-orowned nest with ks beauty T to fill, * * - - «a<$ajy4ids aans.so W ^ t By fc&ljw* yHeriy ! uo e the beautiful river’s flow, * That laughs up North in the little blue lahes, To 499H# the shore as where ft* the T+m takes tSPEMOs i J- gulf’s trn*. green billow t i,» *i nor very long ago, When, I .flew tot our nest, whirs the three tie hills rise, Home riVVr’s rhurmuring flow; lights on the hill sang “Home” as I tod ^ri^i'^wig sged, “H6me” in its pebbly And the starlight gleamed in the skies over i head » ^ . And danced in t|he rivor below.' , One day while winging our happy flight* Not very long ago, My glad day shaded to dusty night. fiut j“Lear Hke love,” I called, i 1 ‘must I go?” moonbeams that brighten the mid¬ night tide, And the summer breezes blow. _ One April mom, through the white soft mist, Not very long ago, A golden sunbeam lightly kissed (My story is old, I know) A wee “bron birdie” that cooed in our nest, Pressed to my heart his fluttering breast* Tho love in my life was threefold blest— Sweet was his song, and low. My Robin flies aud my Robin sings, Fluttering to and fro, And my heart is full of the love he brings And the songs that ho sings to show That love in the soul never grows a-cold And the heart is youngwhile the head is old. And the tale of the morniug is never told, Though the long years come and go. ■Whistles my Robin: “The sun looks we.t, Though the clouds drift to and fro;" Softly I answer him, “God knoweth best, Whither our feet should go.” Store swing in our nest when the Jun e skies smile And wo wing our way by "still waters" awhile,. Till the path through "green pastures" leads over a stile To a garden, quiet and low. SCALPED. » T A- BOttDIEKV THKILLINO EXPEEIEKCE. \ % “I read in a New York paper the other, day old Indian fighter Carroll Bronson’s story of how he was on<?e scalped by Indians,” said a former resi¬ dent of Laramie, “and it reminded me that I have met two men in my time, both at Fort Laramie, who wero scalped and got welL The story of one of these, a soldier named Delos G. San¬ bertson of Monroe County, Miich., was the first actual description, I believe, that any one has ever heard of how it feels to be scalped. While he was in the hospital at Laramie I heard him tell the story many times, and every time it made mo shudder, as it does still when¬ ever I think of it. “Sanbertson belonged to the United States Infantry, which was part, mf Gen. Custer’s command in his , Campaign against the Indians, in 18C9. He par¬ ticipated in many of tho engagements of that campaigp, tho most important of which was the fight with the celebrated Black Kettle’s band on the Ouachita. It was in this fight that San'oettson was wounded and scalped by the Indians, and I remember that nearly all of the bid frontiersmen said that he was the only person they ever knew up to that time who had been thoroughly and un mistokably scalped and lived to tell it. “Ffr iflackKettle, some days before tbie meeting with Custer’s scouts had been bringing in reports that the wily chief was camped with a la^ge following somewhere «n tho Ouaehitq, ttnd there SPRING PLACE. GA., THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 12 1889. he was sending out predator; bands of his warriors to plunder settlers and im¬ migrant trains. Custer decided to hunt him up and punish him. The infantry was two miles in rdvanco of the cavalry, when one day, just at daylight, it came in sight of the enemy’s * camp. “ ‘We wore on a high hill overlook¬ ing the valley,’ Sambertson said, in giving the account of the affair, ‘and the Indians Were below. It was in the middle of winter and tfie snow was very 4eep. The Indian woiSen camp was in a rocky spot; and as tbo and children there, it- 4as evidently the head quarters of the band, It was do tefriuhed to surprise the village, and' a portion ofl our. command was sent througl) woods, to the right to get ju the rear of the camp, while tho re¬ mainder ‘ advanced ‘ jjuiehy down the mohhtaiii; froth the top Of whidh a good trail led to the valley through tho thick “•woods. This manoeuvring was so suc qessful that before our presence was dis¬ covered by tho Indians we wcro with¬ in four .hundred yards of camp, and the detachment that; wp sent to open fire in tho rear ilia arrived in position. We know by tho yells of,the Indians,apd the great commotion among , them that we were discovered, and we began the at¬ tack. Firing began on With aides of •them at once, and this caused what at Indians first promised to b,o a panic among the that would make our victory an easy one, but suddenly* in Indian of enormous statue and build, his face hideously streaked in crossbars with bright yellow and vermlllion \ paint, came dashing into tho midst of the sur¬ prising and panic-stricken band from somo placo among the rocks ridtng. heaii a black pony. His yell could bo above everything else as he dashed, to and fro among his warriors, and the effect of his presence immediately changed the whole situation, less than two minutes every IndiaK knew that the fig'Srwould be a sperato ono. We were in a secure position, but the Indians were just as secure as we were. The only way we could hope to defeat them was to charge upon their stronghold, dislodge them, and settle the affair by a desperate hand to hand fight. We were ordered to charge down the hill upon the enemy, aud we rushed headlong right into the Indian camp, overy man of us yelling as hideously as the red devils themselves. As soon as wo had emerged from tho,woods we were met with rifle balls from every side, and a good many poor fellows never reached the camp. The detach¬ ment in the rear of the camp came into the conflict from that side, and we forced tho Indians out from their hid¬ ing-places to the open ground, and the battle waged right among their tents. Black Kettle seemed to be everywhere. His 'hideous presence alone prolonged the fight. lie held his warriors to their ground, and the fight became free and general. The Indian women, and even the children, took part in it, and among the dead that soon strewed the snow squaws and pappooses were mingled. In a few minutes the snow for rods around was dyed as red with the blood from the deTtd and wounded as the paint on Black Kettle’s face. H l In a hand-to-hand fight like this, of course, it was every man for himself, and I soon found myself an one edge of the camp firing and bayonetting and clubbing my gun just as the situation for the moment required. A messmate of mine, who was fighting by my side, was killed by an Indian who fired from behind a tent, and he fell so I was obliged • to step over him. As I did that a bail shattered my arm at the el¬ bow, and it fell helpless at my side. Immediately following that shot a big Indian, doubtless the one who had killed my messmate, sprang from behind the tent and rushed at me with his toma¬ hawk raised. My gun was empty, and my left hand being useless I could not load. I would have run my bayonet through the advancing Indian, (hough, before he could liavo used his tomahawk on me, but an Indian woman had stolen up behind me, and she threw one arm about my neck and jerked me backward in the snow. “ ‘None of our.Jnen were near me, as the thickest of the fight wa3 in another part of the camp. The big Indian who had come at me with his tomahawk soefned to be also' tho only warrior of this band who was not in the general engagement. The squaw who had jerked me down in the snow held me there by the hair, and a lot of other squaws and children came swarming from tents in all directions to the spot. They surrounded me, spit in my face, jumped on my body,kicked me, pinched me, thrust the points of knife blades in my flesh, and tortured me in every why they could think of. Besides, my arm was paining me tremendously and dye¬ ing the snow all around me with the bipod that flowed from the wound. The big Indian stood by with lus tomaha wk in his hand, and, fortu nately for me, he gave the women theiryauug devils too mqgli time to We their sport with me; fort suddenly there came the sound of a guW nW by, and two squaws fell dead in the snow by my side: One of our boys had discovered my situation. The other squaws an*} their, young ones scampered away, but the big Indian determined to run the risk of getting my scalp anyway, and he pounced down on mo, with his knees on my chest, drew his knife, and .the next scdbnd, lh| hlthbugh if Seemed hdfes to !me, ; top of my head wasi| hi. hand, and he was gualb M “ •’ mrinc soma wb ’ tfr mm n y ' SangaWI c wil dtmost *Sdtfu1k^ c«>iatidlrS^S ‘ sai .■ jsdibiaf#' th»»jf scaluifsg, t*nd lying prostrate and helpless. it a quick, upward 1#, with (lion, force' enough almost to loosen me scalp; whilo this painful tension js.not w|hod 'imagine it knife the not-particularly-sharp biad# a being run quickly in sawing a cle around your scalp, with a dike motion. \it Then let your imagination grasp, cant, the effect that a strong, •quick jerk on the tuft of hair torolease the scalp from any clingito prides of jw,out(Mnvo fleshgp- may still hold it in place on your nerves and physical, systeji, anil you to' will have an inklin" of ho* it feels bo .scajund. When body. ¥liis % '' was quickly followed by a flash of paia that started Nat my feet and ran like an electric shock to my brain. That sensation was but mo¬ mentary, but it was terrible. When the Indian tore my scalp from my head it seemed as if it must liavo been conncct ed with cords to every part of my body. The pain that followed the cutting around the scalp had been frightful, but it was ecstasy compared to the torture that followed the tearing of it from my head. Flashes of pain shot to every nerve. My knees were drawn up almost to my chin, aud the fingers of my one hand closed convulsively in the snow, those of my left hand being powerless owing tc tho shattered arm. That was all I remembered. When I came to I was in a tent, The cavalry had come up in the* meantime, and the Indians were routed. Only a few es¬ caped, but Black Kcttlo was among the I few.’ “Sanbertson lay for weeks in t^.o Government Hospital at Fort Iarar&ie perfectly helpless and suffering untold agony. He Iiy recovered, and in the meantime HS term of enlistment ex pired. He had no desire to re-enter the service, and General Ouster -jocularly remar ked to him that he made a mistake in quitting the service. ‘For think,’ said the General, ‘how surprised and disgusted some Indian might be, if you should stay with us and happen to fall in his Bands when he went to raise your hair to find that some one had been there before him.’ I saw Sanbertson several years afterward, and the same pale-red, flat, round, bare spot was on top of his head, showing where his scalp had been torn away, as I.had seen it when he left the h ospital. He said that it was extremoly tender, and in damp or cold weather was very painful. , How Panama Hats Are Made. A. C. Banks of Brunswick, Ga., wears a curiosity in the shape of a Pan¬ ama hat which is worth about $40. It was presented to him‘by a captain of a foreign vessel, who bought it of a native of an island in the Pacific. The hat is a large ono, about the size of a Mexican sombrero, and can be folded compactly, but yet retain its shape when unfolded. These hats are knit very closely from the finest Panama straw, and the knit¬ ting of them is very tedious. They can be knit only in the cool of tho day, as the heat of the sun causes the straw to draw loose from their holds. It some¬ times takes twelve and thirteen months to knit tho most valuable ones, which cost all the way from $50 to $125.— At¬ lanta Constitution. WHERE BABIES WEB. ■y Deplorable Marriage Customs Among the Hindoos. A Youthful Bridal Couple in a Grand Procession. Tho wodding season in India is now ’ at its height, writes Frank G. Carpenter % a letter from Bombay. I have seen W K ‘ dln 2 h r0CCS310n3 . by the dozen in ’Aery town I have visited, and I have 1 * ld a fair chauce to note some of the ..lf’uiiaritios a has the youn of Hindo S est briJcs ° marriages. aud In jT grooms ' W‘he world. The grooms I have seen liave iu 110 oa3e been over fifteen, and s * ne of dl ° brides wcro apparently only 1*“* WOaacd ' By the Hindoo law a WomaQ should be .married before she 10301108 the a S° of puberty, which hero at twelvo - Most girls are betrothed bcforo they ar0 six - and in a wedding f5P rocession at Agra I saw a little bride * of perhaps gorgeously groom tea years in cloth of gold, and with cavy S old bracelets on his wrists and , , k es > sitting in a wed ling chair with , llttle baby 8 irl ot not over two, who pr 51 “Sleep tho at the other end of the chair * P rooossrion moved onward, ® lec P was heavy and she had pro¬ , bubly beon drugged with opium, h Tbo re was a marriage of two wealthy i^milies, and tho wodding procession very « rand - At the head of it wore ^ #£ dd en canlB by ' bare-legged 8 - ^ ith tra PP men in « s in of red S^d, and if * ,W"“ an(1 wearin « clothos of f g hant ld M W h ’ gorgeous Bohind tbom trappings, oamo au and t!o ' if olrt Ar aW.u horses followel. These horses' hud gold bracelets about their re lo g s just above tho knee, and there - * roat silver bolls runuin * from tho the crupper. >er o’-” the, these Worses came the wedding chair, and thi i was a sort of litter, perhaps six feet sq\ are, containing a bod with cush ions apd pillows, and over it was stretch i a canopy of red and gold, AVithii) it was tho bridal conplo, and ■the procession ^hich was accompanied by a bund played during tho march, Won’t Qo Home Till Morning.” It w:js a native band, but it had proba bly Ijkd an English instructor, and this t reserved as the wedding march. Benares I saw a wedding procession he poorer classes and I had the pleas an introduction to the groom. Bo a sullen boy of fifteen, who linked though he by no means enjoyed the Ho had a cap of red cloth, Bth long strings of flowers hanging K?m its rim to his neck, and with taw¬ dry red clothes upon his body. He was riding a white pony, which had gaudy trappings, aud walking with him was a erowd of barefooted, barelegged, tur baned men and boys, one of whom led the b or3C- These were his relatives, Just back of them, and apparently hav¬ ing no connection with the pony-riding groom, was a party of men carrying what looked like a store-box shut up on all sides and covered with red cloth. A cheap cashmere shawl was thrown over its top, aud I wits told that the bride was inside. I asked her age, and was told that she had lived just eight years. Behind her <fcme a number of women carrying her djforry * upon their heads. One party bore the bride’s befi. It ■gas a rack or framework of wood about 4 feet long an4 three feet wide, with four rude feet raising- it about eighteen Inches from the ground and instead of wire springs there was a rude network of^clothesline rope stretched within the framework. Another woman had a tray on her head containing the cooking utensils, consisting of three or four iron pots and a rice jar, and the whole outfit would have been dear at $1.50. I talked with the father of the groom. Hp told me tho bride would come and stay two days with her mother-in-law, then go back home until she was ten years of age, when she would come to .live with her husband and be married ■for good. In tho case of baby mar¬ riages, the child is often brought up by her own parents, and she only comes to her mother-in-law’s house when she has gotten old enough to learn housekeep¬ ing, which is at the age of ten or eleven years. In some cases, however, she goes at once to tho house of her mother in-law, and is brought up by her, often being made to do tho drudgery of the bouse and absolutely subjected to her husband’s mother. Vol. IX. New Series. NO. 32. A Chinese Cook's Recommendation. The ordinary servant, when she leaves one mistress for another, procures a paper “character” to take along with her; but Chinese sorvants, it seems, have an improvement on this. A lady who has long resided in California re¬ lates in Youth'» Companion an anecdote illustrative of tho strong clannish feel¬ ing which prevails among tho Chinese in this country. I had several Chinese cook3, one after another, and finally one of them.wont away very abruptly, so that I refused to pay him a full month’s wages. His first successor spent only a few hours in my house before ho gravely announced, “Me go; me no stay.” Tho two nex stayed one day each and then do parted with the samo brief, emphatic declara¬ tion- No. 4 appeared quite satisfied for three days, but at the end of that timo he, too, followed his predecessors. Iu some concern I called in my husband’s office boy, a bright Chinese lad. “Chiu Poo,” I asked, “what is the matter? Chinaman no stay here.” “Ah!” ho said, “wo know, maybe,” and he went into my kitchen, whither I followed 1 him, wholly perplexed. He looked carefully all about, peered into pots and kettles, upturned tubs and buckets, lifted lids and turned over chairs as if looking for something. Finally he pushed the clock from its place and uttered a quick cry of discov¬ ery. “Lookee," he said, and pointed to a row of Chinese hieroglyphics on the back of the clock. Having had them translated, I dis¬ covered that Sing Lee, my disaffected cook, had left my condemnation behind him. “She veilyhad woman,” he had writ¬ ten; “she ho payee.” An Indian Palace. The palace of Tangoro, Indio, a graceful, irregular mass of buildings, with ;t s zeaauB^jnnarx-aaAtorbML&ftiL surrounds a courtyard, in which saun¬ ter and squat armed and unarmed retain¬ ers. Tho interior is decorated in a compromise botweon Oriental and Eu¬ ropean taste—the more Oriental the better, as when an untraveled native no¬ ble begins to invest in English furni¬ ture the result is apt to suggest a mod dern hotel furnished on the sweating system. Tho great object in any caso ss to hang the ceilings with as many chandeliers and colored glass balls as possible. Tho walls and columns are generally gayly painted, and a favorite fancy is a “half of mirror” in which walls and ceilings ere inlaid with innumerable little looking glasses or pieces of talc, or of colored glass. Occasionally you find a durbar hall with real marble carved columns worthy of all admiration. Tho idea of order is still far to seek. At the en¬ trance of tho finest palace you find tho shoes, bedding and old clothes of the guards thrown about and piled up pro¬ miscuously ; and framed cuttings from illustrated papers, cheap prints, or pho¬ tographs will bo nailed up quite crooked on decorated palace walls. The hall of the old Palace of Tanjore in tho south, which is used as a depository for tho royal valuables, contains among its treasures a framed colored advertise¬ ment of a famous cotton.— Nineteenth Century . Catching Flies. The early Groek naturalists reported that the crocodile caught and ato leeches. His plan of operations was described as simple but effective. The great reptile lay on tho banks of the Nile with his month open and his eyes shut, as itekri guard. The leeches at tached thcflBfeives to tho inside of his mouth, and When their numbers were sufficient to giwJhe huge creature a taste, his jawH^kc ^^^towcll together found with a, sharp crocolileWRlBlw report, that the Britain had a similar habit. At every turn m the rivor wo saw a colony of crocodiles of all sizes flop off the bank into the water, where they had been previously lying catching flies, Their fly-catching is performed in this manner: They tako up a position on tho bank, and remain perfectly motion less with their mouths open. Flies at tractod by the peculiar musky smell' of saliva in their mouths, settle in swarms inside the open jaws; Presently there is a sharp snap, and a hundred or so of flies are entombed. I was not aware before I saw this that crocodUeg were fly-catchors, as well u fish, flesh and fowl eaters. Amorlta. I seem to hear you singing in tho murmur of the breeze. I listen to your tear drops in the rain amid the trees. There’s an echo of your laughter in the brooklet as it flows, And I feel your balmy breathing in the odor of the rose. Everywhere sweet and fair, In the earth and sky, Hints of you thrill me through— Love me or I die. The blossom by tho wayside grows more fragrant as you pass; And brighter fla«h tho dew drops ns they glimmer in the gross. The hue Utat tints tho ruby to your curving lip Replies. And from the distant stars I catch the glory of your eye. Let my song, lithe and strong, Through your lattice fly. Ere the night wing its flight Love me or I die. What were life without you? O, 1 cannot dare not dream 1 ’Twere worthless as a shattered loaf upon an autumn stream, Tossed upon tho restless wave by every blast unkind, And drivon down the turbid tide, heart broken, hopeless, blind. O, my sweet, at your feet Heed my lonely cry, Grant relief to my grief— Love me or I die. —Atlanta Constitution, HUMOROUS. The worst thing a person can take for a cold is advice. Every man is sometimes a bait on some other man’s hook. When a man contracts bad habits hi* income needs expanding. Tho grocer ought to be a fine newspa¬ per man. Ho has a good many scoops. Tho Goddess of Liberty is not a broker, but she is frequently soon “on change.” When you feel like calling a big man , a liar be sure you’re right, then use the telephono. ii js one pi '.“'’■‘•--I —img 11 of modern life that the man who can't sing does sing. Everything has a beginning. Even tho burglar must be broken in before he begins to broak in. Tell a woman that she looks fro3h and she will smile all over. Tell a man the same thing and if he doesn’t kick you it is either because he has corns or daresn’t. Cabby (who has received his correct fare)—Call yourself a gentlemen? Why, I keeps a better gentleman than you to black my boots! Fare—Pity you don’t keep another to wash your facet “John, this is a vory bad report you bring me from school.” “I know, father, but you know you said if I should bring you a first-class report you would give mo a dollar, and I wanted to save you that expanse. ” This is an Italian bon mot: At a cafe a group of gentlemen discussing poli¬ tics; a young student entered and joined in the conversation; his arguments did not please the othors, and one of them said to him, “Be quiet! At your age I was an ass myself 1" “You are wonder¬ fully well preserved, sir,” was there ply. An Artist on the Battlefield. There was an incident in the battle oi Raymond which was as amusing as it was characteristic of the chief actor. Captain Trcsalian, an Irish officer on tbs staff of General Logan., He was seated astride of the topmost rail of the fence, across which in some places, the fight was going on with clubbed muskets; which side the cap tain was most interested in was doubt ful, for with cap in one hand and sword in the other, he was encouraging both parties to go in and do their best, while he occupied a reserved seat a most interested spectator, This man was a type of the soldier who loves a fight, and true stories of some of his doings seem almost too im probable to believe. I think he was un¬ conscious of danger, and I know that I was not, for in some of my sketch-books there are memorandum sketches of soma battlefield occurrences which show plainly that tho hand holding the pen cil was unsteady; and jerky marks here and there make it pretty plain that the locality was an unsafe ono. The sui roundings, as well as the danger; had some influence at the moment when such sketches were made; for most of these “Get-out-of-that” sketches, as my army friends called them, show simply the lo cality of some exciting incident and not a general view.— St.Nkhola*.
