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Hotel Elder,
Indian Spring, Georgia.
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Open all the year. Health, Comfort, Convenience.
Under experienced management and offers quiet, homelike
and strictly first-class accommodations.
Free baths, electric call hells, acetyline gas, excellent
cuisine.
Mrs. Texas Elder Cornell, H. P. Elder,
Manager. & Treas.
G. 1. WATKINS SON,
Indian Spring, Ga.
DRY GOODS.
Latest and Exclusive Goods.
Clothing, Hats and Shoes, Season’s best styles.
GROCERIES —Always fresh.
Hardware and Furniture at lowest prices.
Feed Stuffs and Produce —Best quality on the
market.
Notion Department full of attractive and useful
articles.
Patent Medicines —The best line and the best
prices.
We Please The People.
L. D. HOARD,
Headquarters for Groceries, Fruits, Produce and
Cold Drinks.
Cunlies always fresh .
Canned Goods, Cigars.
I'iompt and careful attention given all orders.
Indian Spring, - Georgia.
MISS MARY A. WRISHT.
Is showing the correct styles in Spring
and Summer Hats.
Dry Goods and Notions.
Indian Spring, - Georgia.
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knocked out a panther’s eye with old Betsey here, and without
picking her flint, on a two hundred yard line. Cause why—
I’m lost and aint nowhar ef you aint some place.”
And next the two friends met with a hearty shake of hands
and a union of warm hearts, such as conventionalities and civi
lization have long since driven from the brightest spot in Geor
gia. The huntsmen refreshed the inner man, recounted their
several recent adventures, and then sought a place of rest,
which they soon found among the rocks skirting the river.
Here they slept until midnight, when the report of a gun
aroused them. Snuffing danger in the breeze, they at once
not only became watchful, but sought to discover the where
abouts of their daring neighbor; and finally, in the darkness,
almost ran against two human forms, whether paleface or In
dian they could not make out, when Cochran hailed:
“Who’s thar?”
“Watson,” was the reply, and soon there was another
happy greeting; when all four of the party (one a small boy
named Ben Fitzpatrick) walked to the top of the hill between
two creeks, and again rested until daybreak, reciting the cus
tomary yarns of the border.
Douglas Watson w r as about eighteen years of age, six feet
in height, and boasted of possessing a well developed muscular
frame. His companion, Fitzpatrick, was an orphan boy, who
had the temerity common to adventurous youth to follow Wat
son in these wilds.
Seated by their camp fire Dunlap explained to Watson
the invigorating effect the water in the eanebrake, at the
foot of the hills, had had upon him in his fainting condition
the day previous, when the whole party again sought the
cooling spring, and, after search, found it. This was Indian
Spring, and this was the first party of whites who is known to
have drank of its water. At this gathering, "Watson admitted
to his comrades that about a month previous he had found the
spring, but in consequence of its smelling like gunpowder.be
fled the vicinity.
Watson and Cochran were scouts, sent out by the Govern
ment in the Spring of 1792. Fitzpatrick was the shadow of
Watson; and Dunlap divulged to his new friends his history
and mission while they lingered around the spring.
Dunlap's History
To be brief: Twelve years previous, during an Indian raid
in Bibb county, a little friend—a ward of his father—was
stolen and carried away. Then and there, ere the triumphant
yells of the foe were silenced, he had registered an oath in
Heaven, which was baptized by the falling rain, never again
to seek peace until he found it in the rescue of “Bright Eyes”
—his lost Nora. Since that hour his home had been between
the Towaliga and Oemulgee, and his whole exertion was to
find the lost one and restore her to her friends.
A Battle and Retreat
In the morning the party left the Spring, traveling down
stream, but in a few moments the shoals were reached. Here
•was another mystery, which to Watson appeared more wonder
ful than did the gunpowder spring. They had traveled down
stream; of this they were certain; yet here they encountered
an opposite current, and were amazed. Fitzpatrick, however,
soon explored the vicinity and discovered the meeting of the
waters near the Spring. Here two creeks, running in almost
opposite directions, met fraternally and formed Big Sandy,
which then flowed in an easterly direction until it united with
the Oemulgee.
Crossing at the foot of the shoals, the party started down
the stream, hunting and traveling leisurely. Noon found them
at a little spring near the present site of Tanner’s bridge,
where they halted, kindled a fire, and prepared to cook the
choice bits of game they had secured. Here they were again
doomed to bo disappointed; for suddenly their foe burst upon
them in overwhelming numbers. The odds were fearful, but
rather than surrender—which would have been death —the
contest was entered upon.
Many heroes whose names emblazen the pages of history
never exhibited the coolness and calculating courage of Ben
of his companions, fighting bravely until Cochran fell sense
less. having been struck by the war club of an Indian. As the
Indian stooped to scalp his victim, Ben plunged his hunting
knife to his heart, and, when the brave uttered his death yell,
the boy attempted to remove his wounded comrade. At this
moment young Watson handed Ben his gun. gathered up
Cochran, and crying out “Now is our time, Ben,” ran through
the creek into the dark swamp beyond.
They were now sale, for deep darkness had fallen, and
their enemies feared to pursue them. Cochran recovered dur
ing the night, but diligent search failed to ascertain anything
as to the fate of Dunlap; and, warned by the signal smokes of
the enemy, the trio started early next morning for the nearest
block-house east of the Oemulgee.
Dunlap and Nora
But Dunlap was not lost. lie was shot through the left
shoulder when the attack was first made, fainted and fell, and
was scalped and left for dead. He lay for hours, until night
fall—half waking, half sleeping and dreaming. Suddenly he
felt a soft hand bathing his fevered head. He knew this kind
ness came not from savage hands, or was the rough goodness
of a fellow huntsman, for the sweetness of an angel’s breath
fanned his face. Pain was forgotten, yet he was afraid to
move lest the charm should be broken and the vision vanish.
Half unconscious, he whispered, as if by inspiration. “Nora.”
And the guardian angel hovering about him proved to be the
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The Wigwam Hotel,
INDIAN SPRING, GA.
Now open. An ideal place for rest
and recreation, a hotel with modern ap
pointments particularly suited for ladies
and children. The waters of Indian
Spring are very pronounced in effect;
especially effective for Liver, Bladder
and Kidneys. Sulphur baths at the
Wigwam only. Rooms with hath.
Well equipped garage. On Southern
Railway between Atlanta and Macon.
Owned by Scoville Bros., of Morris
Hotel, Birmingham, Ala.
SHERWOOD THAXTON, MANAGER.
The Foy Hotel,
Indian Spring, Ga. J
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Offers Very Best Accommodations
To Pleasure and Health Seekers.
Clear spring water piped to stationary lavatories in each
room. Acetyline gas lights. Electric call bells.
fans in the dining room.
GARAGE. FREE BATHS.
Every attention given to guests.
R. V. SMITH, Lessee. R. T. SMITH, Manager.
Calumet Hotel,
INDIAN SPRING, GEORGIA.
Under new and efficient management.
Home comforts without extravagance.
Within easy access of every point of interest
about the Spring.
On the Dummy Line.
Local and Long Distance Telephones.
Noted for Excellence of Cuisine, Comfortable
Appointments, Courteous Service and Homelike
Surroundings.
Mrs. W. G. Riley (of Macon, Ga.) Prop.
To the Picnickers oi the
Whole Country.
We take this method of informing you
that we are now open at
INDIAN SPRING
and can accommodate you in every way
to further your pleasure while in our midst.
powling, Swimming, Shooting and
various other amusements can be found
on our grounds. Special attention will be
given to arranging a suitable place for
lunch.
Do not fail to see the wonderful exhibit of Indian relics
owned by Chief Eagle Eye and Princess Neola, on exhibition at
the bowling alley.
Sincerely yours,
Dolvin & Brownlee.
The Arnold House'
INDIAN SPRING, GEORGIA.
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The unequaled and beautiful location on BREEZY
HEIGHTS, overlooking the Spring, makes this house most
popular for
Transient Visitors and Tourists.
The rooms are delightfully cool and comfortable. *
Guests will appreciate a dining room service that caters
to their tastes and fancies.
MRS. A. H. ARNOLD, Prop.
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Rates SI.OO Per Day.
Local and Long Distance Telephones: