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£l)c week In Constitutionalist. Old Series-Vol. 26, No. 18. Ama.lfl _ BT H. W. LOHGFELLOW. [Atlantic Monthly.] Sweet the memory Is to me Os a land beyond the sea. Where the waves and mountains meet, Wht-re amid her mulberry trees Sits Amalfi in the heat, Bathing ever her white feet In the udeleee, Summer seas. In the middle of the town, Firm its fountains in the hills, Tumbling through the narrow gorge Tne Canneto rushes down, Turns the great wheels of the mills, Lifts the hammers of the forge.. ‘Tit, a stairway, not a street, That ascends the deep ravine, Where the torrent leaps between Rooky walls that almost meet. Toiling up from stair to stair Peasant girls that burdens bear; Sunburnt daughters of the soil, Stately figures tall and straight, W’_ t Inexorable fate ■" to this I'fe of toll? and of lands, Far above the convent stands. On its terraced walk aloof Leans a monk with folded hands. Placid, satisfied, serene. Looking down upon the scene Over wall and red-tiled roof; Wondering unto what good end All this toil and traffic tend, And why all men cannot be Free from care, and free from pain And the sordid love of gain, And as indolent as he. inhere are now the freighted barks From the marts of east and west? Where the kuights in iron sarks Journey to the Holy Land. Glove of steel upon the hand, Cross of crimson on the breast r Where the pomp of camp and court? Wawethe pilgrims with their prayers? Where the merchants with their wares? And their gallant brigantines Sailing safely into port, Chased by corsair Algerines ? Vanished like a fleet of cloud. Like a passing trumpet blast, Are those splendors of the psst, And the commerce and the erowd! Fathoma deep beneath the seas Lie the ancient wharves and quays, Swallowed by the engulfing waves Silent streets, and vacant halls, Buiaed roofs and towers and walls, Hidden from all mortal eyes _ Deep the sunken city lies; Even cities have their graves! This is an enchanted land! Hound the headlands faraway Sweeps the blue Saieruiaffbay With its sickle of white sand; Fur i her still and furthermost Tin the dim-discovered coast Pffistum with its ruin lies, And its roses ail in bloom Seem to tinge the fatal skies Os that lonely land of doom. FfUFTWrace, high i.JVv' Notni.ig doth the gouWionk care For suen worldly themes as these. From the garden just; below Little puns of perfume blow. And a sound is iiUiis ears Os the murmur <Jr the bees In thCehining ehesnut trees; Nothing else no heeds or hea's. Airttie landscape seems to swoon In the happy afternoon; Slowly o’er his senses creep The encroaching waves of sleep, And he sinks as sank the town, Unresisting fathoms down Into caverns cool and deep! Walled about with drifts of snow. Hearing the fierce north wind blow, Seeing ail the landscape white, And the river cased in ice, Comes this memory of delight, Comes this vision unto me Os a long-lost Paradise In the land beyond the sea. Beligion and Doctrine. BY JOHN HAY. (Harper’s Magazine.) He stood before the Sanhedrim; The 9eowllng rabbis gazed at him. He recked not of their praise or blame; There was no fear, there was no shame, For one upon whose dazzled eyes The whole world poured its vast surprise. The open heaven was far too near. His first day’s light too sweet and clear, To let him waste his new-gained ken On the hate clouded face of men. But still they questioned. Who art thou? Whathast thou been? What art thou now? Thou art not he who yesterday Sat here and betrged beside the way; For he was blind. -— _ / —“Andl am he; Fot L Iks blind, but now 1 see.” He told the s'ory o’er and o’er; It was his full heart’s only lore; A prophet on the Sabbath day Had touched his sightless eyes with clay, And maue him see who had been bliad. Their words parsed by him like the wind Which raves and howls but oannot shock The hundred-fathom-rooted rock. Their threats and fury all went wide; They could not touch his Hebrew pride; Their sneers at Jesus and His band, Nameless and homeless in the land. Their boasts of Moses and his Lord, All could not change him by one word. “ I know not what this man may be, Sinner or saint; but as for me, One thing I know, that I am he Who once was blind, and now 1 see.” They were all doctors of renown, The great men of a famous town, With deep brows, wrinkled, broad, and Beneath their wide phylacteries; The wisdom of the East was theirs, And honor crowned their sliver hairs. The men they jeered and laughed to scorn Was unlearned, poor, and humbly bora; But he kuew better far than they What came to hi* that Sabbath day; And what the Christ had done for him He knew, and not the Sanhedrim. The two largest mixed colleges in the country are Oberlin and Michigan University. Os 1,330 students at Ober lin 633 are women; of the 1,191 at Michigan University 100 are women. “I thought ’t was queer he didn’t holler out the last time I hit him, said Mrs Huse, of Alabama,to the jury who were trying her for the murder of her husband. Sam Wilkeson will hereafter sleep with his door locked, or give up wear- j ing red night-shirts— Brooklyn Argus. I bamaha FBIETCHIE. Old Jubal Early Explodes Whittier’s Poem. [Bichmond Dispatch.] Having seen in a recent number of the Dispatch, a communication from Frederick, Md., to the Baltimore Sun, in relation to a letter from “An ex- Confederate” to the Los Angeles (California) Bulletin, endorsing the au thenticity of the oft-repeated story of Barbara Frietchie’s flaunting the “old Hag” in the faces of General Jackson and his troops, and being fired upon by the General’s order, and also an ar ticle in the supplement to the Sun of the 24th instant, containing two let ters from Frederick to disapprove the story ; and having been appealed to twice to take some notice of the story— once when it appeared in a historical magazine published in Philadelphia, I believe; and again when Whittier’s poem on the subject appeared in a reader or book containing “choice se lections,” or something of that kind, designed for use in the schools, I take this occasion to tell the true story of the flag flaunting before our troops as they passed through Frederick, Md., in September, 1862. In the first place, I must give an ex tract from what the writer in the Sun calls Whittier’s “lofty numbers,” as follows: On that pleasant morn of the early Fall, When Lee marched over the mountain wall— “ Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town, “ Forty flags, with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, “Flapped in the morning wind; the sun “ Os noon looked down, and saw not one. “Up rose old Barbara Frletchle then, “Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; “ Bravest of all in Frederick town, “ She took up the flag the men hauled down. “ In her attic window the staff she set, “ To show one heart wu loyal yet.” It mußt be contested that these are pretty tall figures ; (specially when it Is remembered that Gen. Lee’s army crossed the Potomac a short distance above Leesburg, in Loudoun county, and did not have to cross* any moun tain At all to get into Frederick. Then, too, if there were "forty flags, with their silver bars,” and “forty flags, with their crimson s»rs,” flapping “in the morning wind” o’er the “clustered spires of Frederick” there must have been eighty in all; if the poet-, means to assert illaWho flags which had tnesilver stars were the same that had the crimson bars, forty was a good number to have floating over one little town. If the fag which Barbara picked up had besn “hauled down,” then it must have been hauled down from a standing flag staff; and it must have been rather a. lofty feat for her to pick that up, too, and set it in her attic window. But i suppose it was an allowable poetic license for Mr. Whit tier to convert the Potomac river into a “mountain wall,” and one dingy old flag hosted probably over a Quarter masters office, into— “Fort; flags, with their silver stars. Forty flags, with their crimson bars.” Eight; or forty, as the case may be. Howevei, he ought to have accounted for the other seventy-nine or thirty nine, anc not left them to be trampled in the dist by the “rebel tread” that came up the street with “Stonewall Jackson ilding ahead,” even by poetic license. If there were forty regimen tal flags, md they were flapping in the morning vind that morning, then they must hav« been flapping over forty regiments,which incontinently fled on the approach of the “rebel tread,” one of them dropping its flag in the panic. Now, I suppose it is useless to quarrel with the license which a poet takes with his subject, but I presume it is allowable to say that our poet in this case has takm an equal license with all the other facts of the case. Gen. Jack ton had been severely in jured by a faJ of his horse on the sth, aid his corps reached the vicinity of Frederick on the afternoon of the 6th ol September, 1862. under the com mand of Gen. L. H. Hill. One division (Jackson’s own), under the command of Gen. Starke, marched through Freder ick that evening, and camped in the viefaity—one brigade of the division, undsr command of General (then Colo nel) Bradley T. Johnson (a citizen of Frederick up to the beginning of the war), being posted in the town to pre serve order and prevent any depreda tions oa the citizens. The other divis ions were halted, and camped near Monocaiy Junction, near which Gen. Jackson also camped; and lam very confident that he did not go into Fred erick until the morning of the 10th, when his eommand marched for the capture of Harper’s Ferry. The Gen eral went through Frederick, with a cavalry escort, in advance of his troops, who did not pass through the town until he was some distance beyond it. The so-called “ex-Confederate” in California who says that “Stonewall Jackson ordered his dust-browned ranks to halt in front of Mrs. Friet chie’s house, and that a bullet from his gun was one of the many that hit the flag she held,” if indeed he was ever a Confederate soldier, has strayed as far from the truth in the tale he tells as he has from the land of his birth. It is possible that he may have once been in the Confederate army, but if so I ven ture to affirm that all the shooting he ever did was with a “long bow.” If he heard Gen. Jackson give any such or- j der as that mentioned by him and de- 1 scribed in Whittier’s poem, or witness- ; ed any firing, by his or any other offi cer’s command, upon a flag in Barbara Frietchie’s or any other woman’s hand, I AUGUSTA, GA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, MAY 12, 1876. then he heard and witnessed what was heard and witnessed by no other mor tal man. Neither Gen. Jackson nor any other officer in our army was capa ble of giving such a command. On the morning that we passed through Frederick, on the expedition for the capture of Harper’s Ferry, the two following incidents occurred, one of which I witnessed in person, and the other was described to me by an en tirely reliable officer of Hays’ Louisi ana brigade : As my brigade, of Ewell’s division, was marching through the town, on the street which connects with the road to Bocnsboro’, a young girl about ten or eleven years old was standing on the platform in front of a framed wooden house, on the left side of the street as we marched, with a small flag (United States), of the size commonly called candy flags, in her hand, which she was slowly waving while reciting, in a dull, monotonous tone, “Hurrah for the Stars and Stripes! Down with the Stars and Bars!” By her side stood another gill about five or six years old, look ing as if she did not know what it all was about, and the girl who was going through the performance seemed to have no heart in Jhe matter, but to be merely going mechanically through a recitation she had been taught The doors and window-shut- ters of the house were closed, and not another human being was visibleabout The men, as they passed, laughed and joked pleasantly about tho affair, but not a rude or unpleasant remark was made by them. The only indica tion of a disposition to interfere with the girl was by a one-legged man who had been accompanying on# of my regi ments on horseback during the cam paign. When I got up I found him somewhat excited, and upon my ask ing him what was the matter he called my attention to the girl with the flag, and said he had a good mind to get down and take the flag from her. He had evidently taken two or three ex tra drinks, and I told him he was a fool—to go on and let the girl alone—she could do no harm with her candy flag; and thereupon he moved on. The other incident occurred farther °n —I think just across the bridge in the western part of the town. As the Louisiana brigade (Hays’) was passing, a coarse, dirty looking woman rushed up a narrow alley with a United States flag, very much soiled, which she thrust out of the alley, when an Irish soldier in the brigade, with his ready Irish wit, made a remark about “that dfm’d bOuMkHrty raPr’. as he cofltdrit, vjfiteh f sent her baejNCuh Lor flag iu a hOrry, and no effort to take the flag from her was made. Upon these two incidents, I presume, are based Mr. Whittier’s “lofty numbers” and the disputed claims to the honor and glory of hav ing flaunted the “Union flag” in the face of Stonewall Jackson’s “ragged rebels ” as they passed through Frederick. The story told by the Frederick correspondent of the Sun about a flag being stricken from the hand of a Mrs. Quantrill by one of our officers is, I think, as groundless as that told in Whittier’s verses. If any such incident had occurred, and it had been the subject of reprimand or disappro val by his superior officers, I think I would have heard of it. I have wit nessed a number of instances of the display of small flags, or the Union colors, as they were called, by ladies in the enemy’s country as we passed through their towns, but I never heard of an Instance in which any violence or rudeness was used by our offioers or soldiers on such occasions ; though, when the exhibitions became obtru sive, our boys were always ready with a good-natured witticism or jest that put an end to these exuberant displays or patriotism. I have also seen ladies, even iu Pennsylvania, wave their white handkerchiefs to our troops. Whoever is disposed to claim the honor of either of the two incidents in Frederick that I have mentioned is entirely welcome to do so. I will add that I have been informed by a gentleman who was for a long time a citizen of Frederick that Mrs. Barbara Frietchie, or her husband, was a descendant of one of the Hessians that were brought over to thrash into obedience another set of rebels, and if she had been the heroine of the inci dent which Mr. Whittier’a prolific im agination has created she would only have been acting in accordance with the traditional pnnciples of the family. I believe Mr. Whittier’s Quaker ances tors were somewhat in sympathy with the cause for which the Hessians fought, and hence, perhaps, his admi ration for the supposed exploit of one of their descendants. I have seen, within the last year or two, a letter or statement from Barbara Freitchie’s niece denying that her aunt had hoist ed the flag or been fired on, but saying that she had driven off some of the “ ragged, lousy rebels ” from her house with a broom stick—and who would not run from an old woman with a scurrilous tongue in her mouth and a broomstick in her hands ? J. A. Eably, Lynchburg, April 26th, 1875. An old wag stopped a pedestrian on the street yesterday and asked for two shillings to purchase a dinner. “Can’t do it,” replied the pedestrian. “Well, gimme five cents.” “Not a red.” “A chew of tobacco.” “No, sir.” “Well,” continued the wag in despairing tones, “you will at least tell me whether you think we’ll have another snow storm this week !” He got the man’s opinion. The obituary poet of the Philadel phia Public Ledger is altering his song to the spirit of the times : Death came at half-past nine o’clock, And put out Thompson's candle; Thank Heav’n, that gives him rest at last From this here Beecher scandal. AND SOUTH. A Confederate General’s Response to Gem. Bartlett’s Speech. The speech of Gen. Bartlett, of Mas sachusetts, at the Lexington centennial banquet, in behalf of peace and union, has elioted the following response from Ge::. Fitzburgh Lee, who was a distinguished Confederate cavalry com mander d’ ing the war: RiCHLANt, Stafford County, Va., ) April 27,1875. [ Gen. W. F Bartlett: My Deu: Sib: In common with many other soldiers, with un feigned pleasure I have read the re marks recently made by you at the Lexingtctt-Concord celebration. Just sqcu soldierly sentiments, gen erously Pelt and expressed, will do more in a brief space of time towards restoring good feeling, fraternity aijd fellowship between the two sections of a common country than all the recon struction eloquence of political parti sans delivered doing these past ten years—a period which you so truly say shoald have been sub liberate quietano.^ Your words in reference to Federal soldiers are equally applicable to the Confeder*te soldiers, for they too “have a prejudice in favor of peace,” and I filly agree with you “between the soldiers of the two great sections of our g’cat country fraternal rela tions were established long ago,” and we feel that if such a felicitous com panionefcip of sentiment could have found a jesting place in the hearts of other classes of people, the rehabilita tion of ihe South would long since have been assured. Its speedy redemp tion fron poverty and desolationjwould have fdlowed, and once more, as in years tgo, the North would have had the actfre co-operation of the South in workingout a glorious destiny for the republic The sticnce of government has been but litte understood by those who, holding the reins since the war, have sacrifles public prosperity to maintain party supremacy. By carefully fostering the meaner men for whom power is only a synonym for pi in der,” because, having aban doned principle for expediency, they could to added to party strength; by oounseing harsh measures towards prostrdo citizens to gratifying an un worthy vmgeanee; by refusing to listen to the vvve of an impoverished people, a.’eepj^ip^heßesult of a.trialbf arms! and asrrug to resume a condition or peace slid subordination to the laws, our rulej* have retarded the material progress of all sections of the country and all classes of its citizens. As in the human body the soundness or decay of a limb will in time extend to and correspondingly affect the whole person, >.o must the political body be touched and moved by the condition of its component parts. Therefore, when we hear such utter ances fall from the lips of one who so bravely bore himself as a Federal sol dier, we begin to look forward with new hops aud confidence to ’the day when the American flag, which now floats over the blue and the gray, shall in truth be emblazoned with the em blem: “Peace on earth, good will to men.” Then, indeed, will fraternal feeling be everywhere restored; then, indeed, will trade and commerce be revived be tween all portions of the country; then, indeed, will there exist in the hearts of the people that more perfect union which the founders of the Republic in tended, and to which we, the descend ants, now renew an affectionate alle giance. With high respect, I have the honor to be your obedient servant, Fitzhugh Lee. THE PUBLIC DEBT. Regular Monthly Statement—Decrease in April, $2,325,346. Washington, D. C., May I—The pub lic debt statement, issued to-day, shows a decrease in the public debt during April of *2,325,346: Bonds at 8 per cent $113,237,750 00 Bonds at 5 per cent 580,652,660 00 Total si, 18,229,800 00 Debt Bearing Interest in Money. Lawful money debt. $14,678,800 00 Matured debt 19,599,140 00 Debt Beaming no Interest. Legal tender notes $378,123,492 00 Certificates of deposit 478,655 000 00 Fractional currency 438,i 95,650 00 Coin cei tifleates 22,240,300 00 Total without interest— $49,201,358 00 Total debt $2,239,268,298 00 Total interest 35,628,178 00 Cash in the Treasury. Coin . $94,625,669 00 Currency 1,096,375 00 Special aep. nit held for re demption oi certificates of deposit, as provided by law 47,865,000 00 Total in Treasury $143,587,044 00 Debt Less Cash in the Treasury, Debt less cash in Treasury. .$2,131,309,431 00 Decrease of the debt during the past month 2 325 346 00 Decrease since June 30,1874. 11,778,809 00 Bonds Issued to Pacific Railroad Com panies—lnterest Payable in Lawful Money. Bonds issued to Pacific Rail road Companies, interest payable in lawlul money, principal outstanding debt. $64,623,512 00 Interest accrued and not yet paid....... 1,292,470 0* Interest paid by United States 2,634,102 00 Interest repaid by trans portation of mails, &c 9,645,643 00 Balance of interest paid by the United States 2,081,845 00 (From Tuesday’s Daily.) W (M T dim DEVASTATION, RUIN AND WOE, IB! SCENES OF TBE 2011 OP MARCH EE-ENACTED, Twelve Georgia Counties in Its Track. HARRIS, UPSON, KERRI WETH ER, HENRY, BUTTS,NEWTON, MORGAN, GREENE, OGLE THORPE, WILKES, LIN COLN and BURKE. It Rolls Through South Carolina. DETAILS OP ITS RAVAGES AT COLUMBIA. And in Edgefield, Lexington and Richland Counties. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION BY OUR OWN CORRESPONDENTS. The cyclone of last Saturday after noon, a brief account of which was published by us Sunday morning, prpves to be in every respect as bad, if not worse than the one of the 20th of March. As Dear as we can get at it, it entered Georgia in Harris county several miles north of the point where the one last March crossed the Chattahoochee from Alabama. It then swept with desola tion and ruin through Merriwether, Upson, Henry, Butts, Newton, Morgan, Greene, Oglethorpe. Wilkes and Lin coln, and then crossing the Savannah, entered South Carolina, and over Edge field, Lexington and Richland counties. The telegram which we give from Waynesboro’, in Burke county, de scribes what we fear was another cy clone. As bad as the details are we fear the sequel will be much worse. We have detailed Mr. John D. Carter, of oy.r editorial staff, to follow the track or tracks tjintil evc*ry particular tfie been obtained. First Drops of the Thunder Cloud, [Mr, John D. Carter’s Report.] Rutledge, Ga., 4 a. m., May 3d, 1875. From information thus far gained, necessarily inaccurate as collected from divers parties who have observed or been told by witnesses of the track of the fearful tornado of last Saturday, it seems that its course has not differed greatly from that of the terrible cyclone that swept over the same sections of country last March, although the line of its pitiless progress appears to be something southward of the path of its recent destructive predecessor. How far its devastations may fall below or go above the desolating achievements of that hurricane, too, the sequel must disclose. First Sufferers. On the up night train from Augusta, which has just steamed away towards Atlanta under direction of that clever gentleman and prince of conductors, Captain W. J. Branan, fortune threw me in the company of Engineer Wil liam Blackburn who has faithfully served the Georgia Railroad and the public in his responsible position for eight years, Mr. Blackburn being ac companied by his wife, a bride of four months, on her first return to the pa ternal roof she so joyously and so re cently left, summoned by the mourn ful tidings of ruin and probable death from the havoc of the storm at her home near Covington. A letter from Mr. R. W. Jones, of that place, received by the young husband and wife in Au gusta Sunday morning, had brought confirmation of the uncertain news caught from lips that the plantation and residence of Mr. John Norton, fa ther of Mrs. Blackburn, situated about two miles to the west of Covington, had been en»ulphed in the whirling wake of the cyclone, the dwelling house lifted from its pillars and hurled to the ground a mass of debris, the outhouses demolished, fences carried away, every tree on the place uproot ed, and all but one member of the household severely and some fatally injured, among these Mrs. Norton herself so badly recovery was pronounced doubtful. These two young people were the first of the cyclone sufferers your cor respondent saw, and a sad augury of the heartrending and frightful scenes before him their mournful fate sug gested. The disclosures of my pro posed visit to Covington and its vicin ity to-day will inform you of the mag nitude of this domestic affliction. Demolishing a Justice’s Court. While the train paused for a few minutes at Union Point, I had the priv ilege of a brief confab with Capt. Reu ben McAlpin, the polite oonduotor on the Athens branch, and from him learned that the cyclone crossed the line of that road a well’s store, some mile and a han a juth of Maxey station, which is fifteen miles from Union Point aDd twenty-five from Athens. When the cyclone struck the place, a j ustlce’s court was in session in Brightwell’s store. The hour was between 3 and 4 o’clock p. m. The edifice was at once wrenched from Its foundation, the stock of goods New Series, Vol. 3, No. 18. within it being scattered to the four winds of heaven The falling timbers caught and crushed to death Mr. G.W. Maxey, and a negro man was lifted in the arms of the tempest and borne fifty yards and his brains dashed out against a huge pine stump. Quite a number of persons were more or less seriously wounded, some allege at least twenty. The breadth of the cyclone was from a quarter of a mile to a mile and one fourth when it crossed this railroad. Every building but Mr. Brightwell’s dwelling house was destroyed. Destruction of Fontenoy Mills. Fontenoy Mills,formerly Scull Shoals, on the Oconee, was very seriously damaged, it is asserted. The residence of Mr. Redmond T. Asbury, near Fon tenoy, was blown away, the fences and houses on his plantation scattered, and immense injury inflicted by the wind, haii and flooding rain. At Fontenoy all the houses of the factory hanite are said to have been ruined, with one ex ception. Dr. Wm. Durham, of Maxey Station, was untiringly engaged in calls to at tend the wounded at Fontenoy, Maxey, Bairdstown and adjacent districts. It Sweeps Through Bairdstown. Bairdstown is seven and a half miles from Union Point on the Athens branch. From Mr. Jones Quills, a native of that place, but now residing at the junction, I gained the information that the hur ricane arrived there at nearly 4 o’clock. A black cloud had been noticed in the West, and rain had been falling for three-quarters of an hour, an impres sion prevailing on a cessation of the shower that the trouble was over. Mr. Quills was making a yoke in • lie car riage shop of Neal, Newton&C when th# wind shaking the buildin; :aused him to approach the door, j ace to face with the suddenly burs' ig ele ments, he advanced into the s: eet for safety. Several oaks fell near i im. He retreated into the portico of Wilson & Co.’B store, where a number of persons had gathered, but the quivering of the edifice in the wrenchings of the tempest made him doubt the security of this retreat, and jumping over a fence he took refuge in an adjacent apple orchard. No sooner there than down came one after another of the fruit trees, and in desperation rushing to the centre of the grove, Mr. Quills then clung to a young sturdy sappling, and thus anchored withstood the force of the elements. As the hurricane ap proached, the clouds hung low, and lambent lightnings played over them. Tile lumber shed of Neal, Newton & Co* weal, to the ground!, in the teiriule tornado, the gin and oTuhouses of Wm. R. Wilson followed suit, and during the five minutes’ prevalence of the hardest blow shingles, twigs, limbs, sand, planks and other debris danced and scudded through the angered air. Mrs. Lunsford, living on a place of Mr. John Armstrong, some two miles from Bairdstown, had all her outhouses and fences prostrated. A Heroic Girl. The shade trees in the church yard at Bairdstown were destroyed. Mr. James Lloyd’s residence was terribly shaken, the bricks from the chimney falling inside, through it, aud on the top of the edifice, and scaring the frightened inmates to a loftier acme of terror. Mr. Wm. R. Wilson, being a man of extraordinary nerve, when the tempest enveloped his home, placed his entire family in the cellar, with the exception of his eldest daughter, Mies Belle, a dauntless lassie of eighteen. Her he posted against the front door, while he took charge of the second story. At one time the fierce fury of the tornado broke the fastenings and pushed the door open, despite the un remitting opposition of the brave girl. At the critical moment of danger her father came to her reinforcement, the door was reshut, and the house saved doubtless from instant destruction. At Greensboro and Vicinity. Greensboro, the cyclone was kind enough to give the go-by in a great de gree. It touched the place upon the north side, doing its work vigorously and severely and marking its visit by the prompt and ready uprooting of many of the venerable and ancient oaks that have made beautiful and lovely its shady cemetery, its private residences and its public streets. The chimney of Dr. Wm. L M. Harries tumbled, and the pale-cheeked members of his household thought the house was falling and it was too late for the phy sician to heal himself. Mr. Lawrence Wheeler, a well known resident planter of Greene county aged some fifty-five years living eight miles north of Greensboro near Scull Shoals, had been to Greenesboro, and having started home in a buggy drawn by a pair of horses, had gotten two miles on his return trip home when the storm broke upon him. He took shelter on the east side of the gin house of Capt. John Branch. The huge build ing was precipitated upon him, cover ing Mr. Wheeler, his horses and his vehicle. Mr. Wheeler managed to ex tricate himself, having miraculously escaped with only a Bevere cut on the head and some bruises, and out loose his horses. The vehicle was hopeless ly smashed. The gin house of Capt Daniels was also blown down. Tor rents of rain fell, succeeded by a hail storm. In the fork of Apalachee and Oconee rivers, Mr. Adams’ plantation was de vastated, houses demolished, fences scattered and trees laid low. Other sufferers are there. A little negro girl on Mr. Adams’ place was carried two hundred yards and returned to mother earth unscratched. The cyclone passed some four miles north of the town of Madison, on the (Continued on fourth page.)
