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CLINTON & BEADLES, Proprietors. FAYETTEVILLE, GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 1, 1889. VOL. I. NO. 31.
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$.$. MOORE,
DEALER IN
Fine Liquors, Brandies,
TOBACCOS AND CIGARS,,
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PRICE LIST.
Gal, Qt.
Pure Pickens Co., Corn $2.00 70
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N. C. Sweet Mash Corn 1.65 60
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W. S Samuels & Co. Sour Mash
Rye 10 years old, 5.00 1.25
Old Baker Rye, 5.00 125
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XXXX Mill Creek Whisky 200 60
70 Proof Rye, 2.50 50
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Apple & Peach Brandies 3,00 1.00
Imported Juniper Gin, 3.50 1.00
Holland Gin, 2.00 60
Imported Port Wine, 3.0Q 75
Beer, Pints per dozen, 1 25
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Blackberry Brandy, 1.50 50
Cherry Brandy, 1.50 50
Jugs per gallon, 10 cents.
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Sea Wisdom,
When the wind has died away,
Sinking with the sinking sun;
When the gold haze turns to gray,
And the purple fades to dun,
Lap the low waves of the sea
Through the twilight peace-possessed,
Sighing, hushed and drowsily:
“Rest forever—rest, ah, restl”
Fair witch-maidens, long ago,
Hearkening to the same sea-spoech,
Saw tho black ships come and go,
Longed to lure them to the beach;
Wove a song of subtle rhyme,
Calling all things weariest,
Of the burden of old time:
“Rest forover—rest, ah, rest!”
Wisdom doth the hoar sea hold
In its slowly heaving deep;
Knows the rites and runes of old,
Knows tho path beloved of Sleep
To tho Goal Desirable
(Boon of all tho last and best);
Sings us still the Siren spell:
“Rest forever—rest, ah, rest!”
—Graham R. Tomson in Independent.
A Mob of Koordish Women.
BY THOMAS STEVENS.
Who ever heard of a traveler falling
into the hands of a mob of women? We
read now and then of some traveler be
ing attacked by a mob of Chinese, of
falling into the hands of Italian or Tur
kish brigands, of being murdered or de
tained a prisoner by some uncivilized
Asiatic or African potentate, but the
attacking parties are always composed of
men.
In most Eastern countries, and partic
ularly among the half-civilized peoples,
the women are usually kept well in the
background. Tho traveler only secs
them on the streets of the cities he visits
moving about in a shy and quiet waj),
with their faces, closely Veiled. ; It is so
in Turkey,-'-"Egypt," Persia,jAriuna and
Afghanistan, and in all Mohammedan
countries.
My bicycle journey around tho world,
however, differed from an ordinary tour,
inasmuch as it took me to many out-of-
the-way regions and strange places seldom
visited by other travelers. It took me at
times among wild tribes and obscure
races, to whom the sight of a European
was a novelty as great as a genuine Zulu
warrior would be to the readers of this
paper.
Consequently I saw and experienced
many strange things that do not usually
fall to the lot of the globe-trotter who
pursues his joumeyings in tho ordinary
manner over well-beaten routes. One of
the strangest of these experiences was, as
I have already intimated, fulling into the
hands of a mob of women.
It was while making my way through
one of the wildest sections of country in
Western Persia, known as Persian Koor-
distari, that I found myself among a
tribe of wild Ivoords. These people
roam the deserts of Koordistnu with their
flocks and herds, living in big black tents
of woven goat hair.
Il is considered very unsafe for a trav
eler to venture among these half savage
nomads alone, and the governor of the
province usually sends an escort of sol
diers to guard a person through the ter
ritory. Tile Pasha Ivliau of Ovalijik
wanted (o send an escort with me, but I
always found an escort a nuisance, owing
to the necessity of moderating my own
speed to the ability ef their horses.
Over the smooth camel trails of (lie
level, gravelly deserts it was no trouble
for me lo cover sixty miles or more in a
day with the bicycle, whereas the horse
men would never want lo travel more
than about thirty. This annoyed me,
and I preferred to risk venturing into
the Koordish country alone.
Although they are not to be trusted,
and are free-booters by nature aud in
stinct, these wild children of tho Persian
deserts are very hospitable. So long as
one is beneath the shelter of the chief
tain’s tent, both his person and property
are held sacred. No sooner does the
traveler start on his journey again, how
ever, than ho is liable to be overtaken
and robbed by his hosts of au hour be
fore.
Tho first night I spent in the Koordish
tents I was treated hospitably; but before
riding two miles, I was inter
cepted by a couplo of stalwart ruf
fians who intended to rob me,
and would liava done so had I
not drawn my revolver and holding
it ready, pressed steadily on. They hes
itated a moment ahd then, to my great
relief, turned back, in the direction of
the tents, and I savp them no more.
Early in the evening of the second day
among tho Koords, I reached a camp of
about twenty tents, occupying the foot of
a range of low hills. From the rude,
uncivilized appearance and demeanor of
the shepherds whom I passed in making
my way toward the camp, I could see at
once that they were a rough crowd; but
there was no other place to go, so I had
to seek the hospitality of their tents,
whether I liked the outlook or not.
The chief of this camp I found was
absent on a visit to some other branch of
the tribe, many miles away. In the ab
sence of the chieftain, one of the elders
usually takes upon himself the office of
entertaining guests. In this particular
camp, however, there seemed to lie no
well-regulated arrangements of any kind.
One of the men motioned me into the
nearest tent, and by and by a young
woman brought me a bowl of clabbered
goat-milk and a dish of pillau (boiled
rice, or wheat) and herbs. She was a
girl of most singular and striking ap
pearance. .
She was certainly no less than six feet
tall—a very great stature for a woman—
and her eyes were round and wild-look
ing, like the eyes of a cat, or more cor
rectly, of some wild animal. So strange
ly like a wild animal’s eyes were they in
shape and expression, that it seemed to
liiC'as if they would most assuredly turn
green and shine in a dark room like a
cat’s eyes.
All the women in the camp now came
flocking about me, to take a curious look
at the stranger from Frangistan, riding
on the iron horse. They were a wild
looking lot of females. Many of them
had tlicir unkempt locks died
to a fiery red, or “carroty”
hue; and this, with the peculiar
savage expression of their eyes, made
them look .as ferocious as so many human
tigresses. All of them had these round,
staring eyes; never before had I seen
such an array of wild-animal orbs—no,
not even in the Zoo at Central Park.
As they stood there watching mo eat
with the greatest curiosity, I dimly
recollected reading, when a boy, about
travelers being waylaid and captured on
the road by bauds of these tiger-eyed
Koordish women. I remembered smil
ing and thinking the stories nothing but
“traveler’s tales” at the time, but I
could see plainly enough then
that these women were capable of any
thing that tigresses are capable of.
Although everything seemed to be
managed in a loose, haphazard way in
this camp, no order, no mannerliness
about anything, they gave mo some
sheepskins to sleep on, and in the morn
ing something more to eat.
When about mounting my bicycle to
start, about twenty women came racing
from tho different tents, shouting and
laughing like a lot of rude school-boys
let out of school for a half-holiday.
From the manner in which they issued
from the tents, it was very plain that
they had planned it all beforehand.
With much boisterous hilarity they
surrounded me, and refused to let me go.
If I attempted to break away from them,
some would seize the bicycle, and others
cling to my garments. They seemed to
take a rude, boisterous delight in danc
ing about, and worrying me, as though l
were a rat and they a gang of puppies
barking and capering about. They were
a ferocious-looking lot of women, and
their object was, very plainly, to over
power and rob me.
One of them jammed my helmet down
over my eyes, and several tugged away
at my coat to try to pull it off, believing,
no doubt, that my money would be
found in the pockets. Several times I
broke loose, but they would form a ring
about me again at once.
I was at a loss what to do. The men
had all taken themselves off, evidently
on purpose to leave the field clear for the
women to rob me. One could not very
well use his revolver on women, nor even
use violent measures of defence. No
American or Englishman, worthy of the
name, would strike women, even though,
like these wild Koordesses, they might
be bent on doing him violence.
At length, after trying in vain several
times to escape, I bethought me of a lit
tle strategy that would perhaps secure my
freedom. Most of the money I had with
me was in Turkish gold coins, concealed
in a money-belt beneath my clothes. In
a small leather case which I carried on
the bicycle, however, I had a bag of
native silver coins, which I needed to
pay the incidental expenses of the road.
Bidding my tormentors keep quiet a
minute by an impressive gesture, for I
didn’t know a word of their language, I
took out this hag of coins, showed them
that it was all the money there was in
the case, and distributed it among them.
They seemed to be but partly satisfied at
this; evidently they expected to o’otain a
richer booty than a handful of silver
pieces.
But although reluctant to let me go,
they offered a less determined front than
before, and I finally broke away from
them. Springing into the saddle, I
hastened to make good my escape; but I
had to be pretty lively about it, for sev
eral of the more determined of these
wild eyed women came racing after me
almost as swiftly as deer. It was a
unique experience, and one that I shall
not be likely to soon forget, this adven
ture with the mob of Koordish women.
— Youth's Companion.
The Tools of Animals.
Animals do not know enough to make
their own tools, as men can, and God
has given them ready-made ones. The
tail of a fish is his sculling oar. He
moves it first on one side and then on the
other, using his fins as balances to guide
his motion. If the fish moves fast and
wants to stop, he straightens out his tins
just as the rower does his oars. A man
makes a tool for drilling wood, but the
woodpecker has a drill in his own bill,
and when he drills holes in trees in search
of food you can hear the click of his
tool just as you would the man’s. This
drill of the woodpecker's has another
tool inside, a sort of insect catcher. On
the end is a bony thorn with sharp teeth
like barbs on a fish hook. As he works
and finds an insect he opens his drill and
sends out this barbed tongue and draws
it into his mouth. Some animals have
tools to dig with. The hen digs for her
self and her chickens. The pig uses his
snout and roots away under the mud.
The elephant uses his strong tusks, and
the queer underground galleries of the
mole are made with his heavy claws,with
which he plows and digs. The wood
chuck, loo, is a great digger. His feet
are shovels to dig the hole where he lives
and the beaver uses his broad, flat tail as
the mason does his trowel, spattering and
smootliiug the mud as he builds the walls
of his cabin, while his sharp, powerful
teeth are liis raws, with which he gnaws
off large branches of trees to build his
dams. There is no limit to God’s power
in supplying the needs of the creatures
he has made.—[Picayune.
llotv One Should Live.
To he honest, to be kind—to earn a
little and to spend a little less; to make,
upon the whole, a family happier for his
presence; to renounce when that shall be
necessary, and not to be embittered; to
keep a few friends, but these without
capitulation—above all, on the same
grim condition, to keep friends with
himself—here is a task for all that a |
man has of fortitude and delicacy. He j
lias an ambitious soul who would ask
more; he has a hopeful spirit who should
look on such an enterprise to be success
ful.—[Robert L. tdeVonsou.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Sloth makes all things difficult.
Never try to outshine, but to please.
Conscience is not an infallible guide.
A per? a must be selfish before he can
i e generous.
Words are not facts any more than
pictures are horses.
A person acknowledges the individnnl
right by disputing it.
Freedom cannot be taught without de-
■ troy Lug the blessing.
Before sizing another man be sure you
have plenty ot measure.
No me can determine what right is for
himself, without granting the same priv
ilege to others.
The effort to dispose of a fact is as
difficult as to destroy the end of a string
by cutting it off.
The truth is unchangeable; it is the
flimsy words surrounding it that cause
all the quarrelling.
How can a man keep on the right side
of a woman when she is determined to
be on the opposite side?
Reason is timid and doubtful, there
fore nothing but experience will demon
strate an absolute truth.
A plant must sprout and grow before
it will an, and children should not
be forced to bloom before they get their
growth.
There rakl always be the same differ
ence ! etwi. n common sense and edu
cation as Store is between a spirit gun
and the power of sunshine.
A Costly Error.
An r.r .-hit- t in Berlin has just received
a criminal • i tit, nee on account of nn
error in ra igrnonf. by which the lives
of workmen r ! >st. The architect in
question. M. Hiller, had designed a
b - pit d, -.-.•ii a t- r:\i-oottn cornice. The
upper members of the cornice overhung
consider..: .iy. raid the problem of
supporting, it which is ays a serious
one with ; r ting members of terra
cotta, was solved by laying i iron plate
on the lot portiot f t! held
down by it- rhnv feet 1, :i . placed six
feet apart. ■ back i.’.ge -of the
plate, ... xt into the
backing if the comic which was
comp :sed of brickwork it inch..* thick.
The terra otta hi • ks ; >r the upper
portion of the ->n:ice. which projected
15 inches ..; the ... v of the wall, were
delivered invg . r’y. and were set in
place.,.- ti.-.y mriv, b Apparently, this
prevented tying tli rat pr .pe-rly together,
for. bef re the cornice was finished, 60
fee: iff it gave way. carrying to the
ground with it nine workmen, of whom
eight wo re killed. It is hard to tell,
without seeing the testimony, just how
the blame v, :.-. apportioned between the
architect . i the e ntr.u tor. but both
have i . a - rtciiecri to six months' im-
prfcoumcnt—Jrvhiuei.
The King and the Beggar.
A smraiy eld gentleman with gaunt,
sallow f...• ami gold rimmed eye
glass - he bridge of liis aquiline
nose, was , mi.ig d wn in the elevator
of No.
hvnidway the other day,
when !
c felt
u vain for a match, lie
asked :
strut:.
■ r : a light of his cigar,
which
:e got
and then up, kigizeel for it
in this
way:
Wlic
n I W:
s United States Minister to
Lisbon
under
President Pierce, 1 fell into
the hat
it. so
•onimon in that country,
of ask
ir.g c
tsual acquaintances for a
light.
ud I c
.n't rid myself of the trick.
though
peril
tps you may think it
discourteous.
But on the streets of
Lisbon
I have
actually seen one of the
ragged
■St beg
gars in the Capital stop
the Kii
g, who was walking with two
uids-de
•camp.
and ask him for a light.
He got
the li
ght.”
The
dignifi
el old gentleman was as-
sured t
tat uo
t lienee would be taken,and
with a
magui
kraut bow and flourish he
present
ed his
card. lie was Hon. John
J. O’Sullivan
—Si te York Slur.
