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The Cartersville Courant-American. VOL. VIII. fiILLHf, WAR INCIDENTS. Hi rs . Felton's Recollections of Life Asa Refugee flie Doctor’t Narrow Escape—Going For a <, iiiti tl-A Sad Day*A Burglar’* Clean Scoop-—Tin* New Start in Lift). M.nul Andrews in Constitution. Tli story of Mrs. Felton’s experience during the war is as replete with humor !Ul( ] pathos as one of Dickens’s novels. \s wt-sat by a great wood fire after tea die commenced to talk upon it. ‘*l do not, believe the people who had their homes ruined during the war ever v ,. ( ..iv<'*re<! t heir loss afterwards,” site said. “W<> refereed from this very house dur a,, r the first part of the war. We left a comfortable home nicely furnished. We turned to a shell utterly demolished of comfort. We went to a place near Macon, and there the hardships and dangers u,*re fearful. The firing of pistols about the premises was a common occurrence, and we felt our lives momentarily in duiker. One night a pistol was fired r jcr|c b.v the window where wo sat, and pr. Felton was fired at twice late in the evening when he was seeing to things i about the lot. 1 became so alarmed jabout my husband’s safety that I deter mined to go to Macon, which was five miles off, and ask General Wilson to give ns a guard for protection. “In the midst of all this danger and uneasiness, my last living boy was taken with a congestive chill and died in a few hours. Ah, that was a sad time. We *o’d the handsome carriage that had been our pride in better days for a pit tance, and that paid my child’s funeral expenses. Then when my boy was buried, 1 got in my buggy and started to Macon alone. On the way, I stopped at a friend's house, and he insisted on sending his little hoy with me for protection. So the child and I took the journey, crossing the Ocinulgee on a pontoon. I went to General Wilson’s quarters and asked an interview. Me refused, sending word he would see no more Southern women, as some had been insolent. His provost general gave me a guard, however, after my declaring myself unarmed, and the soldier, a pleasant young Irishman, and 1 drove o(T. “On my way home we stopped at a farm house, where a friend slipped a pistol in my lmmls and I hid it in the buggy. When we got home, and my husband came to meet me, I insisted on fills bringing my work-basket out to the buggy. It is a wonder the man did not suspect something, but 1 got my basket and slipped the pistol in it. “The days went very well then, and one day, shortly before the guard’s de parture, I)r. Felton and he went out to shoot off some firearms. My husband called to me to bring out my old weapon. I brought it out and told the story to the Federal soldier; but he looked upon me distrustfully and lost faith in my honesty alter that. lle departed in peace soon after that and then came the going back to our home. “The first thing I saw upon entering my gate was a piece of the woodwork to one oftnv parlor chairs, and then I found the house a scene of wreck and desola tion. My parlor had been turned into a stable. Bedding and furniture upholster ing was cut into bits. Many of the win dow sashes were out and there was not a pane of glass in the whole building. For a longtime we were so poor that we could not put any glass in and —it was cold. % ‘Th\ Felton and I went right to work teaching school in Cartersville. I made °ue hundred dollars teaching school in theautumn term. It seemed more money than l ever saw or ever will see. Money no scarce with our poor people then, jP !1( l the land was still in misery and disorder. There were riots up the road bom my house. One night they had a vendetta and brought a dead man along the road to be buried some miles below "here he had been murdered. These horrible scenes, were common, and it seemed as if the country would never a gain see peace and prosperity. We "ere sadly wanting in clothes and house comforts, but we had enough to eat for B °me sheep and cows were left: on the Mace, and I said we ate so many of them that we’d get to bleating and bellowing. c saved the wool from the sheep. " () no day my husband came in and K,i id a Methodist woman who believed in wanted to be baptized, and Insisted on his doing it. He said he had 110 decent clothes to wear, and I sent the M °ol off and had it dyed and woven, and ln,l <le him a nice suit of clothes. Later he came in looking spick and span in '* new suit, with new gloves, hat and dices. He had gotten his school money, ar) d still had fifty dollars left after his Purchases. When he took off iris clothes >ut night he started to leave his money |‘is pants pocket, but I said: } 1,1 going to take that money and Put it under my pillow; something might * a Ppen.’ 1 did so. The next morning when he got out of bed I saw him look in vacant despair at the empty chair where the clothes had been. “Where are they,” he asked sadly. “They were gone—hat, Hint, shoes and all—not a thing left. A footpad had helped himself to them and the poor woman had to wait for her immersion til he got some more. “Yes, those were hard times, but we recovered by work, and I can look without bitterness and hatred over it now' into a vale of peace and plenty, I have no ani mosity toward the North, but I believe that the only thing that will create a perfect harmony and understanding be tween Northern and Southern people is a war with a foreign nation. A heroic remedy, perhaps, but the only perfect one in my judgment,” The Experimental Farm. The sixth section of the act creating an experimental farm, to be known as “Tiie Georgia Experiment Station” reads as follows; “The yjtecific object of the said Georgia Experiment Station shall be to determine the capacity of new plants for acclima tion; the mauurial value of fertilizers and composts; making soil tests, and testing the purity and vitality of seeds; examining grasses and other plants; in vesting the growth, requirements and value of different crops; studying the economic production of milk and butter, and of conducting such other tests and making such other investigations and experiments in the field as are suggested in an act of the federal congress, approved March 2, 1887, entitled an Act to Estab lish an Agricultural Experiment Station, etc., as may bear upon questions con nected witn either the science or the practice of agriculture.” Head this, and then think of the adap tability of Bartow county, in every par ticular to such an institution. She makes more wheat than any other county in the State. In farming lands sheis the richest county. She is in the centre of what is to be the great manufacturing and steel making section of the country —creating the best market for agricultural products. We do not know that any special effort will be made to secure the location of the experimental farm in this county; but we do not believe there is a better point for its location anywhere in the State. Bartow seldom asks for anything at the hands of the State, but why not put in a claim for the Experimental Station? Bartotv Hoys Abroad. Messrs. J, E. Jolly and W. I). Trippe, of this county, who are now attending a commercial college at Lexington, Ky,, write the Courant-American as follows: “We have visited the country, seen some very fine land and cattle. Kentucky is noted for her fine stock. She certainly has the lead in that line. Seen one horse that is valued at $5,000 and several others that it would take a little pocket change to buy. After seeing all this it does not make us forget Georgia, and especially Bartow, our native county, and now’ we can cry out three cheers for old Bartow, and as many for the Courant-American, which ought to have credit for Bartow’s success. To our friends who would likely be glad to see us arrive back in Georgia, w-e will say it will not be long before we will arrive and greet our friends with a shake of the hand. We never were off from home before, and it makes us feel proud to think we will get to see home in the course of a few weeks, after being away tor two months. After seeing our friends and spending a few days with them we will be reaay to take a position as book keeper for some reliable firm. J. E. Jolly and W. 1). Trippe. Methodist Church. Rev. AY. A. Dodge, of Atlanta, at one time pastor of this church, filled the pulpit morning and evening last Sunday. He will return to officiate next Sunday, and it is probable that arrangements can be made by which he will serve the church regularly until Rev. Mr. Adams is suffi ciently restored to resume work. Mr. Dodge is one of the most popular men who has had charge of this church, and his presence last Sunday was a delight to the congregation. He is a thoroughly consecrated minister, and his presence is a benediction to any com munity. It is rumored that every head of a family, except two or three, on Col. Spain’s place, in this county, lias sold his produce at a sacrifice in order to buy a through ticket to Kansas, on the promise of some rascally agent that on their arrival there, the money spent on the trip will be returned to them, and that the government would give each of them 160 acres, a horse, farming implements, a wagon, and provisions enough to run them the first year. This is but an enlarged edition of the old story of “forty acres and a mule.” When will the negroes cease to be duped by oily tongued iinmigiatiou agents?— Herald. The cotton receipts of Columbus are a little over 10,000 bales ahead of same date last year. CARTERSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY *24, 1889. IN A GREAT PRAIRIE FIRE. An Unenjoyabie Night Spent in Sully County, Dakota. Howa Party of Land Hunter* Saved Their Lives by Judicious Back Firing—A Perillou* Experience Were it not for the possibilities of “back firing” the annals of prairie fires would record many deaths. I remember, says a writer in the New York Tribune, in 1878 being with a little party in what is now Sully county, I). TANARUS., exploring for a good town site where we might found a city and with a small effort on our part become millionaires. We camped one night near theheadwaters of the Okobojo creek. The grass all about was thick and tall. All day long we had noticed a smokiness about the air, and as evening approached the strong Soutii wind brought a faint odor of fire. As dark ness settled down we could see a dull red reflection low on the Southern horizon. We knew there was an extensive fire in that direction, butdid not think it would reach us that night, so lay down to sleep with no feeling of uneasiness. There were four in the party ; two slept in the wagon, while the other two, I being one of them, took blankets and made beds in the grass. One lay a little distance in front of the wagon and the other as far behind, with the idea that we would scent horse thieves, either white or red, should any appear —something we cer tainly should not have done. In the night came the fire. One of the horses fell over mo at two o’clock in the morn ing, and the frightened animal rushed on to the end of its picket line, and tugged at if, and set up that unearthly noise which only a horse is capable of when badly scared. My companion on guard awoke about the same time, while those in the wagon speedily tumbled out. We were none of us too soon—we could feel the heat on our faces. But a little dis tance to the South—perhaps it was farther than it seemed, but it was not far —it was a fierce, high-leaping, surging, roaring wall of fire. The smoke rolled above our heads and almost touched the white wagon top. The fire surged and rose and fell, and leaped and plunged, and ciadded and roared, and the black, burned grass stems—some of them still glowing—were driven in our faces and settled around us. It seemed as if the fire to the East and West was already advanced past us, and that the line of flame was a rapidly closing semi-circle. It was light as day, but when we turned to the North we looked into a great black, inky cave, at the mouth of which our horses plunged and neighed and gleamed back at the dreaded fire with crazed and bulging eyes. I regret that I cannot state with truth that we had but one match, and enlarge on the anxiety with which we watched it “flicker, almost go out, and then burn bright and clear;” but I can not —we all had plenty of matches. Butin theexciternentit seemed as if none of us would ever find them. It ♦ looked as if the fire had covered half the distance to us before the first match was produced, then it was my brother senti nel who brought it to light. He ran a short distance in front of wagon, which stood parallel with the fire, so that the fire he proposed starting would not reach the horses, and knelt in the tall grass. The first match went out, quite after the most approved form. The next did better, it burned, the dry bunch of grass caught, the flames swirled ’up in our faces as we leaned anxiously over it, and then leaped to the next bunch, then to both sides away to the North, making us a rapidly growing oasis of safety. It was none too soon. AA r e cut the picket ropes and led the horses around upon the burned space, one of us beating out the feeble flames that tried to work to ward the wind. We hastily pushed the wagon to a place of safety, and stood behind it to screen our faces from the fierce heat. The fire swept up to our little burned spot, reached over angrily, but found nothing to feed on, again leaped high in the air, swayed, wavered, flickered and went out. We were saved. The air was hot and stifling for several minutes, then came thecool, strong wind which w r as now sweeping the flames away to the North, our little saving lire over taken and swallowed up in the greater. A half hour later there was a feeling as if a great storm had passed, and far away to the North thesmoke hung like a cloud with the fire playing angrily about, low down, in broken lines, as the lightning sometimes does after a thunder-storm. There was no sound save the steady rush of the wind, which was not loud, as the long, dry grass it had murmured through before was gone. In the morning the brownish-gray landscape of the day before was black as night. The coal-black ashes lay every where and were hurled about by the wind. Far to the North across the black billows of the prairie there was a iow r cloud of smoke. It was a landscape in black; it was only broken by occasional bleached buffalo bones, with the great, broad, startling skulls lying white and ghostlike in the sea of black PANORAMIC VIEWS. A Look at th> Past, as Opened Up by a 3lan With a Good Memory and Ready Tongue. If you can just get our friend B. O. Crawford, of Cassville, to unlimber his jaw and talk, its like reading a book illustrated with striking pictures—Spec ially if you turn iiis mind toreiniuiscenses of Old Cassville. Mr. Crawford was in our office t lie other day, and m answer to a question or two, he spread before us a life-like panorama of the famous old town, from the time he arrived there—lß36. The first newspaper published in North Georgia, was the Georgia Pioneer, pub lished at Cassville. I t was published when Mr, C. first moved to the place, and he remembers very well the first printing office he ever saw. It was in the base ment of a store near the square. Old Uncle Johnnie Hood was the publisher, and Sam Hood was behind the hand press inking the types with two big balls covered with buckskin. Then followed in quick succession vivid panoramic views of the beautiful town— the college on the hills—the summer visi tors from Southern plantations —the romping school boys and girls—many of whom are gone to the unknown beyond, while others move among us, bent with the weight of years. There were the liter ary societies, the whist clubs (whose bylaws forbade drinking or gambling)— the old muster grounds—thefamous race track, with its races, chicken fights, shooting matches, Ac. This,-'was a touching scene: Mr. C's father traded all his negroes to Bill Turn lin. The negroes found it out soon after he came home, and soon there was a reg ular mob in the house —some crying, some begging, some threatening to run away and come back home. The old man’s heart was melted —he didn’t sa.v much, but soon the next day went and told Mr. Tunilin he must go back on the trade —his servants wouldn’t leave him — and the trade was off—and there was several thousand dollars lost to the fam ily. Mr. Crawford is down on everything that increases taxation, and was one of the leaders in the movement against building anew court house. He says we had better loose $300,000 in time and extra court costs, than to invest $30,000 in a house—in dead brick and mortar,, because the first sum would go back to the people and continue to circulate, w-liile the amount put into a house is locked up, and dead to the people for ever. His idea is that taxes should be increased in proportion to the increase of population, and not the increased value of property. (But we couldn’t see the difference, as property increases in value just as the growth of population increases the demand for it. But don’t nobody tell our good friend that we said this.) All in all “Belt” Crawford is one of the best talkers and one of the best posted men of the intelligent community in which he lives, and his visits to our sanc tum are always richly enjoyed. Superior Court. The criminal docket was taken up Monday morning, and the following cases disposed of, besides a number of eases on the civil side: The State, vs. Gip Woods—three cases of larceny from the house—fmnid guilty in each case. Banks, the man who was implicated with Woods in the same cases, is supposed to have been killed while steeling- a ride on a freight train, soon a.ter the crimes were committed. L. Wade vs. Ella Wade—libel for divorce. Total divorce granted. Henry Fobb charged with assault with intent to murder, plead guilty. State, vs. Robt. Kell —misdemeanor. Verdict, guilty. State, vs. Ed. Leake—assault with intent to murder. Verdict, not guilty. State, vs. John Evans—assault and battery. Verdict, not guilty. State, vs. Hill Conyers—larceny from the house. Verdict, guilty. Bartow Conyers—same charge. Ver dict, guilty. The presentments of the grand jury will be found in another column. It was an intelligent, working body, and trans acted a large amount of business. Their presentments speak for themselves. Why She Asked. Merchant Traveler. “George, dear.” said Mable, as they sat together in the cosy palor, “you have been coming to see me every Sun day night for the past six months.” “Yes, Mable.” “Now, there is one thing I would like to ask you.” “What is it?” “Do you think that you could ever learn to love another?” “Never while the stars shine or the sun casts its beams upon the earth.” “Areyou sure?” “As sure as that I now live. Why do you ask such a question?” “I was in hopes there was some pros pect of your giving me a rest.” SAM JOSES IS CAIIfORSIA. Thousands Flocking to Hear the Georgia Preacher. He Pour* Hot Shot Into the Gold Hun ter’s Ranks—A California Editor’s Diagnosis, Etc. The Los Angeles Express comes to us with several columns filled with accounts of our Sam .Jones and his preaching. He began his work in that city last Sunday week, preaching to a congregation of four or five thousand. People are going to Los Angeles from far and near, and the outlook is auspicious for a wonder ful meeting. After reporting two or three of Mr. Jones’ sermons, theeditor of the Express comments ou the man and his methods k as follows: “Los Angeles now has within her gates probably the most unique figure to be found among all the ministers of the gospel in these United States. It is now about five years since the Rev. Sam Jones began to attract the general attention of the peoples of this country. His queer sayings began to be copied in the news papers about that long ago, and he at once acquired a. national fame. Since that time he has been preaching-to im mense audiences throughout the country. Many people called him a coarse clown who was bent chiefly on acquiring noto riety and money, but tlie public generally has stood by him and it seems undeniable that he has accomplished much good. Undoubtedly a great many go to hear him simply because of his jokes, but it is equally true that many persons are im pressed by the serious part of what he says and are induced thereby to lead better lives. “There are two characteristics of his preaching which distinguish it from that of almost any other man. One is its homely, not to say coarse, humor and pointedness. His sweeping assertions are often ridiculous and his expressions and illustrations often shock a refined sensibility, but no one can deny that his points are made in such a way as to take hold upon the mind like a cockle burr upon a sheep’s fleece. The man seems to be absolutely without fear. AYhatever of criticism comes into his mind seems to be expressed without hesitation or re serve. “In these days of the broadest tolera tion people are disposed to pass over what they may regard as a defect and to look only at the good that is accom plished, They are not critical as to means if the end be all right. The super sensitive who can see a fly on a barn door easier than they can see the door may not discover much good in Sam Jones. I hey will not see the serious purpose which runs under all his odd sayings or the impuls which his example may give to plain speaking. But the people gen erally will, we think, regard his jokes as simply a means to an end, as something to attract the people and to engage their attention, while the principles of religion and moral conduct and good citizenship are administered to them. And in this spirit they will welcome the preaching of the Rev. Sam Jones, squirming at some of his jokes and expressions, laughing at others, relishing his quaiutness, but re joicing- at the good that he doubtless accomplishes.’; Gen. Harrison’s Neighbor in Cartersville. Mr. J. R. Christian, of Nobleville, Ind., gave us a pleasant call last week. He is travelling through the South for health, and came tdlthis section in search of in formation of his father, whose history he is writing, and who was raised some where in the neighborhood of Atlanta going West just before the war. Nobleville is -near the home of Gen. Harrison, and Mr Christian is a familiar acquaintance. He considers the general the best man elected since Washington, and thinks his administration will be conducted with a view to unifying the country in sentiment, and destroying sectionalism. Mr. C. spent a portion of the winter in California, and says he considers Georgia a better section for those Northerners who flee from hard winters than either California or Florida. He was perfectly charmed with our water and climate, and says, if he ever changes his home, he will locate in North Georgia. He considers this the most promising section, looking to future development, in the United States. It made us feel prouder than ever of our native section, and we are satisfied that a general knowledge of our advan tages is all that is needed to rapidly de velop and thickly populate it. Railroad building for 1888 foots up 7,120 miles, against 1,300 miles last year. The year 1888 was the heaviest in lumber, iron, steel and corn ever known. The corn crop was two million bushels. The public school fund for Coweta county amounted last year to 5,911 dollars. EMPRESS EUGENIE. A Sa<l-ll*Hrt**<l Woman "Who Has OutUve<l All Tl\os> She Ltfvetl. Paris Letter to Pltteburur Dispatch. Four times have I seen tin* Empress Eugenie. The first was a few months after her marriage, when she occupied, with her husband, the imperial box at the Comedie-Fraecaise, exquisite to be hold in white silk and pearls, the famous pearls that had formed the Emperor's bridal gift. I shall not soon forget the slender, swaying throat rising from the statue lovely shoulders with the grace of a lily stalk, the golden-lighted tresses, the large, almond-shaped blue eyes, with that mysterious saduess in their depths ttiat one set's in tile portraits ot i Maries I, shading their azure brilliancy, and not to be chased away even by the sunny sweetness of the smiling mouth. Ten years later I again beheld the Empress, this time in full court dress at a gala representation at the opera, blazing with diamonds, with that peerless gem, the regent, surmounting the classic-shaped diadem that she never wore since except at the penalty of an agonizing headache, so great was its weight. Her delicate, flower-like beauty had developed and ex panded into that of a well-ripened fruit, the rounded arms and finely moulded shoulders dimpling out of glowing drap eries of rich red silk. She sat like a statue or like some gem-bodeeked Indian idol, so motionless that her diamonds flamed; they did not flash or sparkle. Next I beheld her scowled upon by the Parisian crowd at the review in 1870, a tired-looking, elderly woman, with the daintycharmsof heryouth and the glow ing graces of her prime replaced by all the artifices kuown to the inventors of French cosmetics. And then, a year or two ag I passed, on the Place Yendornc, a sorrowful lady, clarl in deep mourning, with silvery hair and an infirm gait, who was in the act of getting into her carriage, aiding herself with a cane as she did so. There was no mistaking the sad sweetness of the ex pression or the still inimitably graceful carriage of the head and shoulders. It was the ex-empress passing through Paris on her way to one of the continen tal watering places. Her health is good, w.ith the exception of the rheumatic affection that has troubled her for years, and that impels her to seek annually the counsels and care of one of the great physicians of Amsterdam. She is wealthy, and in grow ing old she has grown penurious, so that her heirs, the children of her sister, the Duchess of Alba, will probably inherit one day an immense fortune. Like a {’•host of the vanished empire that gave her grandeur, and to which she imparted grace and charm, she flits from one health-giving place of public resort to another, alone on earth with her memories and her sorrows. She has survived all those whom she loved—hus band, son, mother and sister. Dead, too, are her hopes and her ambitionsj they have vanished like her world-re nowned beauty, like her queenship, like her long hoped for and joyously hailed maternity. Often in the watches of the night a storm of grief will scatter the calmness other resignation to the winds, and she will sit for hours weeping before the portrait of the late prince imperial. An I, complete State. Many of the papers are already kicking against the Constitution’s Congressional slate for 1890. The Rome Tribune has this to say about our own district : “In ou- own ‘-bloody Seventh,” for in stance, no mention is made of our pop ular and accomplished jurist, Judge Joel Branham, of Rome, who looms up as a powerful probability. Col. Bill Glenn, of Dalton, and the Glenn Bill, is an openly announced candidate, and is loaded to tiie muzzle with eloquence and fight. Colonel L. A. Dean, of Rome, strong, forcible and tenacious, is walking quietly but firmly in the shadow of possibility, and the brilliant and eloquent Seab W right is ‘‘sawing wood and saying nothing”—which is mighty suspicious for him. And there is Major Blance, the fine fighter of Polk, Senator Watt Har ris, a growing light in Bartow, with the resourceful and able John Akin near him; Mcßride, of Haralson, and Clay, of Cobb, the eloquent and popular young speaker of the house of Representatives, with others who a v e lying quiet, but vigilant of great opportunities, with ample abil ity to grasp them—oh, no, the list is not complete for the great Seventh.” James Bullard, aged 17, and Miss Jen nie Bush, aged 16, of Zebulon, ran away and went to Milner where a marriage) license was procured and they were made one. On their return the young man became frightened at the idea, of having father’s wrath poured out upon his head and they mutually agreed that it should be kept a secret. The old gentleman went to Milner on business a few days after and wasiuformed of the occurrence. He soon had the separated couple to meet and now they are living in happy contentment at his residence.—Griffin Sun. NO 33.