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THE CARTERSVILLE COURANT. VOLUME 1. ■ n-LADIES' caiman, -f Tii K T.r.ST KST A IK. Art Uiou thine own heart’* conquerer? strive ever thus to be; That iatiie light that isu>st sore, The noblest victory. Ait thou beloved by one true heart? O |ui/.e it* it is rare; There arc -o many in the mart. So many false and fair. Art thou alone? O ay not so! ’Hie world is full, be sure; There is o much of want and woe, so mu h that thou rtnist cure. Art thou content i.i youth or age? I hen let who will lie great; Th ill tout (lie noblest heritage, Tlem hast the best estate! —C'nielT Family Magazine. MU. ChEVKLASD’S FAMILY. I’iC'Mout f levelaml’s home life and surroundings, bis habits, liis friends, his family, and the social atmosphere of the White House for the coming four years arc more talked in Washington than fj •- i; • of:State, and politics. The fact tii and 'he. White House cook lias had strict ofl■ i's to serve breakfast at eight o’clock aid that the President expects every • memh r of the household to sit down wi ll him promptly at that hour is the first change that is noted with inter est, This change was made by the ex pi -s order of Mr. Cleveland himself, am] indie and-, an observing woman says, that ho is ma-dcr of his own house, and will hav the. deciding vote on the ques tion of w ine on the White House table when if cme to that. It was a matter of surprise to the ma jority of .nil ;y people here to find that Mr. Cleveland’s immediate family was so numinous. The popular impression was that he was a bachelor, with a maiden sister, who was to he mistress of the White House, and th it he had few kin-- died. On the contrary, society llmis a large and robust. American family at the White House on the opening week of the administration, and is making many in quiries ns to the traits and characteristics of the members. Perhaps a more unostentatious yet self respectful family circle were never seen around a Presidentilian the brother and sisters who came to look upon Grover Cleveland's inauguration. Mrs. Cleve land, the mother, was loft a widow with nine children aqd lived to see them growing intp substantial usefulness. She died in the homestead at Holland Pat ent, near Plica, and Lizzie, the daughter whois to preside in the White llousp, lias repurchased this home, for the sake of its memories, with her savings as a lecturer to classes of young ladies. The eldest of the children, Anna, mar ried Mr. Hastings, who became a mis sionary of the American Board, and has formally years resided at his piNst ini Ceylon. Two of (heir children are there with them. The remaining two, a son and dangle er, are in this country. The daughter i a teacher in a young ladies’ school, at Clinton, New York, where Miss Cleveland formerly taught. Tins ltev. William Peal Cleveland was graduated at Hamilton College and is perhaps no years old. lie has charge of a Pro byterian church at Forestport, Oneida county. Those who have known him long say that he is a man of excel lent spirit and judgment and would he capable ot tilling a much wider pulpit sphere, except for a slight impediment in hiV speech, which limits him to a small auditorium. His wife, as Miss Thomas, was at one time a favorite soprano in a church choir in Now York City, but was awi low with one son when she married Mr. Cleveland. This son and one by her present marriage hold positions of trust in two business firms of Cleveland, Ohio. Mrs. Xoval 11. Bacon, wife of an ar chitect residing in Toledo, is the sister who most resembles the President of any of the trio here last week. With her husband she left for home this morning. Mrs. Yeamans, who was represented here by two young and pretty daughters, is the wife of a nurseryman in Walworth, "Wayne county. The husband of Mrs. lloyt, the “Sister Mary” of the group, is cashier of ti e Fayetteville bank, Onon daga county, where tiie parental home was before i: - removal to Holland Pat ent. Mrs. lloyt presided over the Gov ernor's household at Albany till near the time of his election. Miss llose Elizabeth Cleveland, who was under promise to the management of a seminary in New Yoi k City to deliver a course of historical lectures the past winter, cancelled the engagement at her brother's solicitation, and went to pre side over hi- establishment at Albany, preliminary to assuming the duties of mistress of the White House. Two brothers, who were lost at sea on a voy age to Cuba, complete the original group. It is a good average American family, hut with more than average in telligence and piety, leaning strongly toward the Presbyterian faith. . A (loiul Little Girl. “Now, Minnie,” said a mother to her fuu;-year-old daughter, “I want you to piny with your little brother while I am down town.” “An' vvh.u will you bring me?” “Nov rah !. 1 will bring you some thing; and ov, mind you, if he wants to play with your toys, you mustn't cry.” “Nome.” When the lady returned, the little girl ran to her and said: played with my little brother. Now brought vou an orange. Where's little brother ?” “Ilt-Y a-!" n. Gimme the orange.” She to ok the orange and said: “When he grabbed mv dishes I didn’t cry.” “You didn’t? Why vou are a good little girl.” “Yessum. an* when he grabbed my doll l didn't fry, ohrer.” Y. “Y..u didu'fP’ “Nome.” “What did yon say?” “Xufßu, hut 1 knocked him down wif the little chair.” j For The Cor hast. Reminiscences of tee Clierokees. By IfOS. J. W. H. UNDERWOOD, *f Rome, Georgia. } TIIK HAWING OF TASHEI.S AND THE TICK ATT OF 1X35. CHAPTER 111. ! Copyrighted. All right* reserved.J After the Supreme Court had released | Worcester and Butler, a tragic occur rence took [dace at Gainesville, Hall county, Ga. An Indian by the name of Tassels committed a murder in Cherokee county, on the Hightower (Etowah) river. At Sanders’ Ford, Tassels waylaid and shot —killing one of the “Sanders family,” who lived at Sanderstown, on Talking- Rock Creek —now in Pickens county, Georgia. Tassels was indicted and tried at Gainesville, Hon. Chas. Dougherty, Judge of the Superior Court of the Western Circuit, presiding. He was convicted and sentenced to death. The Supreme Court of the United States Issued its mandate for bidding the execution. The time ar rived for the execution and Judge Dough erty proceeded to Gainesville, and stood by the sheriff as he conducted the hang ing, and Tassels swung off. We had no Supreme Court at this, time in this State, but the Government took no further notice of the action ot the State of Georgia in the premises. The delicacy of the questions involved, and the complications existing at that time between the. United States and South Carolina, absorbed attention and over shadowed the small resistance of Georgia to the mandate of the Supreme Court, and thus the strife ended. THE TREATY OF 1535. In the year 1835, John Ross, accom panied by mv father, Judge Underwood, went to Washington city to ascertain pre cisely the condition of affairs among the Indians m Georgia. Judge Underwood was the counsel of the Clierokees. Ross, who was the principal chief, was in fact the “Supreme Government.” [t is well to set down here the cause of this step, th at our readers may get a full understanding of the treaty. There had been a rivalry for some years between the Ridge party and the Ross party. Maj. Ridge was a full blooded Cherokee, and lived one mile from Ross, on the east bank of the Oostenanla. The river was between Ross and Ridge and the latter lived one mile and a half from the Court House in Rome, Georgia. Ross, as before stated, married a full blooded Indian squaw, a woman of great will and mental power, one who thor ough fy understood the principles, opin ions, characteristics, traditions and preju dices of the race. She was the medium through which Ross, her husband, gen erally communicated with the full bloods. John Ross himself was highly educated, having been taught by his Scotch father, from whom he inherited the talents, shrewdness and cunning of the “Canny Scot,” while the Indian mother gave him the taciturnity and su perstition of the red man. Ross lived on the north side ot the Coosa river, just opposite the junction of the Oostenanla and Etowah rivers, on a lovely mound or eminence rising about thirty feet high above the tract, designated as the “river bottom.” lie called his place “Head of Coosa,” The city of Rome is built in the fork of these two rivers, southeast of the residence of Ross, who might have called his residence very appropri ately “Rio Vista.” Major Ridge had a son, John Ridge, who was a man of great intellect and line physique, of undoubted courage and natural prowess. II; was educated at Princeton College, and married a young lady of Princeton, a beautiful blonde, with blue eyes and auburn hair. I have understood their married life was not happy and she died young, prematurely. John Ridge, from the time of his return from college, became a leading man in the Nation. lie was the idol of the half-breeds, and well respected by most of the intelligent Clierokees. He was a dangerous rival to John Ross. Ross pre served his power and influence through the untiring energy and unbending will of his full-blooded Cherokee wife. John Ross labored under one disad vantage. lie was a young man. No people under the sun have more respect and reverence for age than the Indians. The Clierokees acted on the maxim, “Old men for counsel.” Ross had the advantage of being twenty-five years his senior. John Ridge and Elias Boudinot, an other full-blood, who ha 1 been educated at Princeton, early discovered that the white people of Georgia were pressing them off their native soil—to use a homely phrase, “pushing them oft" the log.” Ridge, Boudinot, and their party saw that, the red man could not stand the contact long. The firm, steady tread of the white man would soon dispossess them. Their party gained in strength and numbers constantly. Ross, saw it too. He appreciated the situation. In the spring of 1535, Ross and Ridge, without preconcert, proceeded to Washington city. Wm. Wirt and John Sargent were engaged as counsel with Underwood. After full consultation, the counsel decided with Judge Unde wood that the necessities of the case demanded that the Indians should make a treaty with the United States Government and cede their lands. The head men and chiefs in Washing ton at that time, Ross and Ridge, Hix, Alex. McCoy, Elias Boudinot, JimFfoljH and Jim Coody and others, had atmplcW>"er and authority to make and ooneludf a treaty with the United CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, MARCH 19, 1885. j States. Joel R. Poinsett was at that J time Secretary of War. To that Depart i meat was given the charge of Indian j affairs at that time, and he desired very ! greatly to make a treaty with those per- I sons. He listened with patience to the ! speeches of the Indian braves as they : told of the difficulties that beset the Clierokees. Their homes were contin ually taken from them by violence. Their uncleared lands were seized and built upon, their hunting grounds were being j diminished, the deer and game were ; being driven to the mountains and swamps, there to be killed and wantonly destroyed by the white settlers. Ridge and Boudinot made speeches to this effect. Ross saw it just as they did, but Ins I Scotch education was equal to the polish of Princeton, in this way: he knew, a treaty concocted and signed in Wash ington City would be displeasing to the people at hpme. lie knew what sort of patriotism ran through the veins of that : wife of his, and he was not ready to un dertake a measure that would make trouble in the councils of the Chcro kces —and trouble in John Ross’ home. He seemingly acquiesced in the neces sity for a treat} 7 , but he said Washington City was not the place to make laws for the groat Cherokee Nation. The Cherokee tribes had lived in America before George Washington was known or had selected a {dace to be called after his name. “No; the Cherokee Nation was the proper place to transact business for the Chero kees.” lie rose and proposed that the President should appoint commissioners to proceed to the Cherokee country, and at Some proper time and selected place, conclude a treaty with the Cherokees in council. Ridge and Boudinot under stood that Ross was only planning for delay, but these views were acquiesced in by the President, Andrew Jackson, and Secretary of War. Poinsett. John F. Scliermerhorn, of Pennsyl vania, and Governor William Carrol, of Tennessee, were appointed commissioners to negotiate with the Cherokees for the extinguishment of their titles to all the lands occupied by them east of the Mis sissippi river. It is proper to observe just here that the United States had previously adopted the policy of settling the Indians west of the Mississippi river, settling a part in Arkansas a very rich and fertile domain for the Cherokees. Those of the In dians who had foresight, and were con vinced that the whites were determined to remove the tribes had already gone forward and selected choice homes in that territory. Mr. Scliermerhorn and Governor Car rol at once issued a circular addressed to the “head men, chiefs and warriors,” of the Cherokees, calling them together in council at Red Clay, for the purpose of negotiating a treaty of cession to the United States. The Indians received it with great opposition. They were sin cerely attached to their homes and hunt ing grounds. They loved these rippling streams, which had such attractive names, full of liquid melody. They loved these beautiful valleys, rich forests and flowery meadows. Ah! what a pang it gave their hearts to think of leaving the graves of their sires, where, in piles of stone and clay, these honored bones were resting until the call of the Great Spirit on the resurrection morn. Education is not necessary to develop such tender emotions. The “father land” is as dear to the red man’s heart as the Alpine heights to the Swiss sol dier. They mourned their helpless fate, they deplored their weakness in num bers, they sighed that they cpuld not re sist the invader and shelter these homes so precious to their souls. The “green graves of their sires” intensified this na tional wrong, vividly bringing it before their grief-stricken hearts. Like the children of Isreal, they were ordered to march, but unlike that chosen people of God, no pillar of tire was offered to lead the way. The rapacity of the white man gave the order, and the strength of the whiteman enforced obe dience. When the day came to move, how many harps hung upon the willows, and how many refused to sing tbeir songs in a strange land, dying along the line of march before these heart-broken exiles could find a habitation or a home! Oil! Justice, where hung thy bal ances when the harmless Cherokees were made to bid an everlasting farewell to to this, their native land ? But to return. These Indians knew that they were to be despoiled by this an ticipated treaty,but they responded to the call at Red Clay with great unanimity. Perhaps they thought a way would be opened for their relief, perhaps some leader would arise who could drive back oppression. On the 23d of Septem- ; ber, 1835, more than ten thousand out j of seventeen thousand of population met together. They came in droves, in squads, and in every conceivable manner, some in wagons, carts, others on horseback, while the full-bloods came on foot. For a hun- j died miles around they came.. They brought their blankets and their pioka mnnys .babies), with the little pots and wooden spoons. They brought salt and ; eonnahany, (a sort of hominy.) They built fires and smoked pipes all along the road. They had faith and hope in their beloved chief Ross, and moved up with brisk cheerfulness to the place appointed. Ross was their leader, he would be able to protect “‘their own, their native land.” John Ross was yi a strait. He saw his danger and the difficulty. No matter how correct the policy of the General Government might be, these Indians would not be willing to vacate their happy hunting grounds. He was com pelled to temporize. Torn Foreman, who headed the wild j and extravagant faction that clamored loudly for their vested rights, was a foe ! not be despised, nor a friend to be over- I looked. For three days the} 7 talked, and those in favor of making a cession were not : easy about Tom Foreman’s talk. The full-bloods did not intend to be trifled | with, nor were th*'} 7 going to submit to be sold out by traitors in council. Ross and Ridge were apparently in accord. They were conservative. They wanted to know thg feeling of the Cherokees. It was generally admitted that it would be impossible to induce a majority of the council to vote for any cession of lands or peaceable treaty with the United States Government. Of this, John Ross had no doubt. He put forward John Hicks, Alex. McCoy and Jim Goody, “to feel” of tiie Indians and ascertain their views. Their reports.were all one way. The Indians were intensely hostile to making any treaty that would involve the sale of these lands. [CONTIXFKD NEXT WEEK.] mSSBORBOOD NEWS. CASSVILLE The long, cold and disagreeable winter of ’B4 and ’BS is about to yield its rigidi ty to the warm and genial embrace of spring. With all of Its discomforts it has borne upon its icy wings something of a blessing to the fanner. It’s frosts and freezes have been Nature’s own plowman and chemist in pulverizing and disintegrating the soil and dissolving the alkalies and phosphates, putting them in soluble form to be assimilated by the rootlets as plant food. The past week has indeed been beautiful weather, and good use have the farmers over the county made of it. From dawn until dusk has the plowman,plied his task, and the dark, fresh turned earth presents a picture of loveliness .excelled only by that same ground covered with the yel low ripening harvest. Judging by the experiences of the past we may expect to have a bountiful crop this year, The two years of drought has served but to lock up the unlimited resources of nature, which this cold win ter has furnished the key to unlock. All the elements are propitious, it now re mains for the farmer to use his energy and skill to insure peace and plenty throughout our borders. Every moment should be utilized in crop-breaking, pul verizing and putting the soil in the very best possible condition for the reception of the seed. The manure heaps should be augmented, forked over and carted to the fields. Remember that the time of rest and ease is past and gone. Now is the time for intelligent, concentrated ac tion. Do the work thoroughly, manure liberally and plant only the best of seed, and my judgment is that the people of BartOw, at the end of the year overflowing grancries) can sing with thankful and appreciative hearts that beautiful little song, “Harvest Home.” We have a neighbor farmer who, while he is an educated refined gentleman in every sense ot the word, is one of the most consumate wits in the State of Georgia. Emotional in his nature, he can, with ease, assume the roll of a mourner or the buffoonery of a wag. Touched by the infirmities of others we have seen him put on a face that would grape the funeral of his bosom compan ion, while great big tears would run in rivulets down his furrowed cheeks. Then again, we have seen him laugh at calam ities that would have borne down the strongest heart and, make jest of his every trouble. Some time since, he came to me, with one of his broadest smiles, which a comical, woe-begone face could assume, and said : “My friend, 1 am one of the happiest men this morning in the world.” Says I, “Neighbor, I am truly glad to know that you are so happy. What cause Is there so great for your happiness?” “Well, sir, old Balaam, the best mule I have got is dead. You see, lasffnight my wife was sick and I thought site would die, and old Balaam was sick and I thought he would die. This morning my wife is well and old Balaam is dead, and I know 7 I am the happiest man in the world.” On anoth er occasion he came to me with an “over the hill to the poor house look,” and said: “Well, I reckon I am the most un fortunate man in the world.” “What is the matter now, neighbor?” “Well, night before last I put two of the pret tiest lambs I ever saw in the smoke house to keep them away from that old chicken eating sow 7 of mine, but, ‘by sap,’ it done no good, for she got ’em last night. I determined to get even with her, so I put that old bob-tailed dog of mine in the smoke house; and what do you think I found out this morning? ThSt blasted old cur had eat up all of my wife’s soap grease. Oh! me, I am ruined now,” and rolled up in his eyes as big as crabjfpples. Saturday evening last, Mrs. Walker, wife ot ProLjff. G. Walker, a most esti mable ladpmf our village, happened to a very serous and painful accident. In going d)6wn the back steps of tbeir resi dence/ which reaches from the ground some live feet, she slipped and fell, frac turing a portion of the thigh bone. We sympathize with her in this misfortune, ana would wish for her, freedom from pain and an early, restoration to health. Miss Scintilla Myers is visiting her brothei’s family, of Gadsden, Ala. The hitching post is lonelv now. Bob Smith and wife are visiting friends at Roekmart. Will Gilbert desires it understood that liTh-vs gone to farming for the year, and has withdrawn from society until his cotton crop is made. He says courting and plowing don’t work as well as a team together. ” S. Tubular Hand Lamps only 50c each at Curry’s Drugstore. •A MARVEL OF MACHINERY. j Journalists Inspecting the New •‘World” Press at R. Hoe’s Factory. The dull gray of the great manufacto ry of R. Hoe & Cos. was bright with ; the warm color ot ladies’ dresses I yesterday, and above the whirr and roar I of machinery rose the gay treble of fe male laughter. It was a novel exhibi tion to which a few intimate friends of Mr. Hoc and half a dozen well knowu publishers and journalists had been in vited. Five or six wonderful new press es were just completed, and a score of spectators were present by courtesy'-of the builders to see the trial exhibition of the most intricate and perfect machinery known to modern times. Mr. James Gordon Bennett and Mr. Joseph Pulitzer pPufed into the great World press from one side, and Mr. Frank Harper, of Harper Bros.; Mr. Francis B. Mitchell, of the Mail and Express, and Mr. Gard ner G. Howland, of the Herald, exam ined the ponderous machine from the • other side. Mrs. Hoe and Miss Hoe stood by with Mr. Arthur James, Mrs. James, Mr. William L. Andrews, Mr. Elkins, Mr. Dellaas and a little group of young ladies and gentlemen, while grimy workmen were putting the last touches to the big mass of iron and steel. At a signal from Mr. Hoe one of the hands touched a lever and, with a shriek, the heavy belt slipped around the shaft, and the thousand little wheels and pins and cylinders and rollers began to re volve. Slowly at first it went, like a great giant taking breath, and then, gathering strength, it started oft" at full swing, turning out great stacks of folded, print ed. World newspapers every minute. The whirr of cylinders, the roar of the great 50,000 pounds of metal, the sharp click of wheels within wheels and the monotonous tick-tack of the saw-like knife chopping off completed newspapers twice as fast as one could count made a deafening noise, driving the ladies back for the moment with their hands to their ears. But getting somewhat accustomed to the roar and rattle they returned and shouted into each other’s faces unintelli ble words of praise for the novel exhibi tion. And the monster went on pulling the long roll of snow-white paper into its insatiate body and piling up two ever increasing stacks of Worlds. There was a big clock at the end of the shop and the brass pendulum could be plainly seen through a little glass door ticking off the seconds. Every time it swung forward seven printed newspa pers dropped, nicely folded on to the heap, and every time it swung back again seven more were added to the count. Every minute 400- eight-page Worlds, pasted and folded, were pulled out of "the revolving roll of white paper and in an hour 24,000 newspapers like f-IjUB one you hold in your hand could be printed. The press would just about fill an or dinary-sized parlor, with its twenty feet in length, provided its twenty-five tons weight did not break through the floor. Its 5,000 separate pieces are more accu rately and more intricately constructed than the works of the famous Strasburg clock, and as Mr. Hoe remarked, the building of a Canard steamship is not half so difficult. Over one hundred pat ents owned by the firm cover the mech anism of the machine and the entire time of an array of workmen wa3 employed for four months in construction. It is a double web perfecting press and is at once the simplest, mid most effective ma chine of its kind in the world and is practically two presses in one. So accurate must each part be adjusted that three decimals—ool—are used in measurement and a hair-breadth worn id be a coarse comparison to describe the infinitesimal measure. After all this care the complicated system of wheels sometimes refuses to work in unison. “A big press is just like a woman,” explained Mr. Hoe; “it is affected by the weather and a thousand other little things, and will get cranky from no per ceivable reason, and refuse to act. Es pecially when you want to ‘show oft"’ it is apt to get sulky and act like a spoiled beauty at a ball.” An immense press that has been build ing since. 18S1 for the Telegram was next started in motion. It is the largest and most intricate press ever made or that will probably ever be constructed. It weighs fifty tons and has a capacity of 75,000 Telegrams an hour, or 144,000 sin gle sheets in the same time. Over 11,000 separate pieces enter into its construction, and it is as big as a Harlem cottage. Three separate plates rest upon its cylin der, and type or stereotype plates can be used indiscriminately. Nothing like it has ever been seen before. Anew press which turns out 10,000 Congressional Records an hour was next started up, and after a Boston Transcript machine nearly as big as the Telegram marvel had worked like a charm, the little company drifted down to the end of the factory where a newly invented press was turning out illustrated papers at the rate of 9,000 per hour. This will, it is claimed, revolutionize book and illustra ted newspaper printing, and the Century and other magazines are negotiating for similar presses. “This makes the sixth press,’ said Mr. Robert Hoe, returning to the World ma chine, “which we have built for Mr. Pu litzer within a ye..r and a half. The other five did not cost much over SIOO,- 000, and this one we are selling at re duced rates in view of the fact that he is purchasing them at wholesale. We haye never built a more perfect or simpler press than this last one, and it will more than pay fc r the $25,000 at which the i contract was made.” i i Brad field’s Female Regulator, large and small sizes, at Curry’s. TURN HIM OUT. Washington Correspondent.] It is curious how a little office does puff up some people. All the great post office department is just now laughing at Mr. John Schuyler Crosby, the present first-assistant postmaster general, lie came to the place a few weeks ago, it will be remembered, by some unaccount able political upheave], being transferred from some of the territories where lie had been Governor by appointment, and seemed to have spent his time in paying off old personal grudges against office holders. Well, when lie cauie he at once set about reforming the postoffice de partment. He set up a lit! 1? kingdom in his office, into which no one could enter save by sending in his card and awaiting his royal pleasure. He had been a “gover nor,” and be proposed to have everybody know it. lie sent, as soon as lie got into his place, to the head of the railway di vision for his book of passes. Then he sent to the head of the stationery division ordering him to purchase him at once a fine morocco ease for these valuable doc uments, and have his name stamped upon it. This worthy did as directed, purchasing the best that the market af forded, and having it stamped in letters of gold, “John Schuyler Crosby, First- Assistant Postmaster-General.” “That won’t do at all,” said Crosby, when it was pteseuted to him; “take it back and tell him to destroy it and have another stamped ‘Governor John Schuyler Cros by, First-Assistant Postmaster-General.’ He seems to be particularly fond of this title of “Governor,” and often when he first came into the office if spoken to as “Mr.” Crosby, would promptly correct the offender by saying, “Governor, if you please.” By and by the Congres sional Directory, which gives lists of the department officers, came round to be corrected for the approaching session of congress. When the copy was shown him, somebody had put it “First-Assist ant Postmaster-General, John Schuyler Crosby.” “That’s all wrong,” said the mighty man, and with his own hand he wrote it “First-Assistant Postmaster- General, Governor John Schuyler Cros by.” When the list reached the head of the department, Postmaster-General Hat ton, his eye caught the distinguishing feature of Mr. Crosby’s line. “What is this?” he asked, at:a was informed that Mr. Crosby had insisted that the prefix should be attached to his name. “Blank ed fool,” shouted Hatton, and in less time that it takes to tell it seized upon an inoffensive blue pencil at hand and drew it vengefully through the offending pre fix. And now 7 the First-Assistant P. M. G. appears in the book as plain John Schuyler Crosby, to his great dissatisfac tion, it is to be presumed. The other day, in the absence of the Postmaster- General, lie was left* 7 In charge of the de partment. He had long been wanting to get one of his henchmen into a position in the department. He saw in opportunity, and selecting a vnkim in some nice comfortable position in the de partment he deliberately chopped off his head and placed his own man in the po sition. When his superior came back and the facts came to his knowledge, Crosby’s man was bounced after a service of just six hours, and the old occupant of the desk restored to service. DAVID HICKSON’S WILL. SB-400,000 to Amanda Eubanks, Now tlio Richest Negro in the South —Other Bequests. Columbus Times.] The will of David Dickson, of world wide reputation a3 a successful farmer, was admitted to probate before Judge R. 11. Lewis, Ordinary. The following are the bequests: Mrs. F. M. Richardson, Atlanta, Ga., $ 1,000 Miss Anna Rogers, Atlanta, Ga., 1,000 David Worthen’s ii-. e sisters, $2,000 each, 10,000 Jeff. T. Worthen’s five brothers and sisters, SI,OOO each, 6,000 Mrs. S. D. Rogers, 500 Miss Berta Rodgers, 500 Jeff. T. VVorthen, 3,000 acres land, 30,0(10 Edwards Eubank, 2,000 Julian and Charles Eubanks (both colored) 500 acres, 5,000 C. W. Dubose, Esq., Jeff.T. Worthen, executors, $2,500 each in lieu of commission fees, 5,000 Amanda Eubanks (col’d) balance of estate, fully 400,000 $460,000 The above is the manner in which the late David Dickson, one of the most suc cessful farmers and one of Georgia’s richest men, "saw fit to dispose of his large estate. The principal heir is a col ored woman, Amanda Eubanks, whose share in the estate is fully $400,000. Why the deceased made so extraordinary a disposition of his property in favor of negroes in preference to his white rela tions may be imagined by the public but is well known to those who lived near. People who lived contiguous to the lands of Mr. Dickson held but little neighbor ly intercourse with him, and his large wealth failed to gain for him their social consideration. It is stated "that he made no bequests of a public charitable char acter, but nevertheless the public will have the lesson of his life, and of his death, for its enlightenment, he being dead, will receive its charity. Scrofula. Are any members of your family thus afflict ed? Have they scrofulous swellings o£ the glands? Have they any scrofulous sores or ul cers? H so, and it should be neglected, the pe- I collar taint, or poison, may deposit itself in the | substance of the lung'?, produciug Consumption. | I>x>k well to the condition of your family, and : if thus afflicted, give the proper remedy without ! delay. Buy that which makes absolute curcs-in i the shortest space of time. The interring finger of public opinion points to B. B. B. as the most wonderful remedy for scrofula ever known. You need not take our word—you need not know our names—merit is all you seek. Ask your neigh l>ors, ask jour druggist, ask or write to those who give their certificates, and be convinced that 15. B. B. is the quickest and must perfect Blood l’urificr ever before known. ml2-lm NUMBER 7. mYS' AND GIRLS’.^ -MY BKAft m F. BY AT.I.AX FORMAX. It wasn't a regular bear limit; that is, I didn’t do nearly as much hunting as the bear did. 1 did not start out intend ing to hunt. He did. I went to get the butter, when — But I am getting ahead of m\" story. It was when l was about thirteen years old that my father took my brother and myself camping with him in the Adirondack?. We pitched our tent at the head of Little Tapper Lake. There was a spring of fine cold water not far back in the woods. So, af ter making our beds out of pine boughs, building a tire, and setting up the table, we went down to the spring, and put our butter —which was in a tin pail fitted with a water-tight cover—in it to keep cool. All went well for the first few days. Father and brother Will (who was fif teen) shot a deer, so that we had plenty of venison. The guide caught a quanti ty of trout, and we were enjoying our selves so thoroughly that we began to dread the time when we should have to return home. ‘Can't we stay longer than two weeks?’ I asked father one morning. “We’ll stay until the butter gives out,” he replied, laughing. The nearest place to got butter was twenty miles away, and as it was disap pearing rapidly, owing to the appetites of growing boys, father had already warned us of the necessity of economy in that direction. We were, after that, very sparing in our use of butter, and it seemed to bid fair to last longer than the promised two weeks. As the guide was preparing supper one evening, father said, “Will, 1 wish that you would go down to the spring ami get some water; and, Charlie, you go too, and bring up some butter.” It was a simple request, but thereby bangs the tale of my first and only bear hunt. We started oil', and soon came to the spring. The path led around it into a thicket of huckleberry bushes. Will proposed that we should pick some for supper. We plunged into the thicket, and soon were busy picking the delicious fruit. We had not been occupied in this manner very long when we heard a crashing in the bushes near the spring, and as we looked hack, vve'saw a great black tear, lie was not fifty feet away from us, and was gazing into the spring with a complacent air. “He’s looking at himself,” said Will. “►See him grin,” I replied, divided be tween fear and curiosity. “Thinks he’s handsome,” whispered Will. Bruin looked over in our direction with an annoyed 'expression, and we de cided to suspend our remarks as to Ins - personal appearance until some more con venient time —when he was further away, in fact. He continued to peer in tently into the spring, and we were he ginldiig to get impatient* when, to our horror, he slowly extended Uai paw, and without mnctrtiOHlde tifiifrd- .p our bfft-~ ter pail. He calmly seated himself on the ground, and taking tho pail between his hind-paws, regarded it reflectively fora few moments. He seemed lost in thought. Then he smiled blandly, and slowly passed one of his strong fore claws around the rim of the pail. He repeated the operation, while Will and I looked on in despair. “Maybe lie can’t get the top oil,” whispered Will. lie had hardly spoken, when, with a slight rattle, the cover fell to the ground. Will groaned. The bear paused, looked puzzled, smelled the butter suspiciously, and sat looking at it with the air of a scientific investigator. “He thinks that it is oleomargarine,” whispered Will. But no. If Bruin did fora moment doubt the integrity of our butter, his doubts had vanished; for with one sweep of his great tongue lie transferred about two pounds of it into his mouth. Will groaned. Bruin paused, and to our ex cited imaginations looked in our direc tion, as if he would haye liked some hoy to eat with his butter. We remained perfectly quiet while be finished the contents of. the pail. He licked out the last particle, and then carefully turned the pail over and licked of! the bottom and sides. After he had satisfied himself that there was no more, he rose and looked into the spring. lie seemed discontented for a moment, but the recollection of his supper brightened him up, and casting a loving glance at the empty pail, he trotted off, “the best greased b’ar in the North woods,” as our guide afterward remarked. When lie had gone a safe distance, Will and I sadly picked up the pail and walked back to camp. Father was get ting uneasy, and had started to meet us. When we told him our adventure, he ran back to camp, and getting the guide, dogs, and his rifle, started in pursuit of the thief. A little later ,ve heard a shot, and be fore long father returned, bringing the bear’s skin and some choice pieces of his flesh for supper. 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