Georgia Historic Newspapers

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GEORGIA GLEANINGS.
The Very Latent News Items Gathered
From Our Exchanges.
Campbell County Standard: John
Johnson, more familliarly known as
Dumb John, died near the pauper
home in this county last Tuesday.
He was thought to be near One-hun
dred years old.
J. P. Swindle, of Jessup is in pos
session of a curibsity in the shape
of a three-legged chicken. The three
legs are well and perfectly formed,
the third one growing where the tail
should be.
A wild cat that had been killed by
a negro was brought to Perry last
Saturday. The negro said the cat
was following him through Mossy
creek swamp, and he thinks the cat
would have attacked him if he hadn’t
shot her. He thinks that he had
passed near her kittens.
Lincolnton News; Rev. Brough
lon (colored), who, it will be remem
bered, was lodged in jail at this
place a few months ago on the
charge of cheating and swindling,
and was paid out of the scrape by
his beloved brethren, is again peep
ing through the same bars of the
same little jail on the same grave
charge.
John Dixon, aged 12 years, son of
Joe Dixon, living about five miles
east of Cochran, had a leg amputa
ted last Sunday, after which he lived
only three quarters of an hour.
Dixon had his leg hurt some time
ago, and inilamation set in After a
consultation the physicians decided
that it would have to be amputa
ted.
Mrs. Joe Shaw, of near Antioch,
in Oglethorpe county, had a small
fish bone to lodge in her throat last
Monday that caused her considera
ble trouble. She went to Crawford
Tuesday to have the bone taken out,
but the physician failed to get it
out. and advised her to let it remain,
as it was not large enough to seri
ously injure her.
W. H. Wise, who has been acting
as bailiff during this term of court
at Eastman, says that while on one
of his trips in Pulaski county he
came across a gosling with three
well developed legs and feet. The
extra leg is used by the gosling in
walking. The curiosity was in good
health, and gives promise of growing
to be a fine specimen of the goose
family.
Crawford Herald: Sir Eugene
Drake will go to England to see
about his fortune. The parties who
have notified Mr. Drake have been
working on the evidence and tracing
up the rightful heir for ten years,
and say that it is fully decided, with
out a doubt, that our Sir Eugene is
the one. There are ten children who
will share the good luck with Eu
gene, giving each nearly §20,000.
000.
• Sandersville Progess: A negro
man who lives on A. W. Tanner’s
place was badly injured about the
head Saturday evening by a gun
bursting. When he fired the gun
part of one barrel struck him across
the forehead, and produced severe
wounds. He was knocked down,
and was so badly stunned that he
was unable to walk. His skull was
not fractured.
Waiting for the Fiery Chariot.
About two years ago an account
was published of the queer belief of
one Sherman, who at that time lived
in the mountainou^regions of Ala
bama. This same Sherman is now
living near Jonesboro, and he is cer
tainly a queer character.
He claims that he is the only true
desciple of Jesus Christ,and that when
his days on earth are ended he ex
pects to go straight to heaven in the
flesh, as Enoch did. He has but
three professed followers near here,
who are making no calculations what
ever to sleep in the grave.
Mr. Sherman, as may be imagined,
has peculiar ideas. For instance, he
hates churches of all denominations,
and says that his church is the field,
the woods, and its dome is the sky.
In'many respects he resembles the
famous Count Tolstoi, living on the
simplest diet, wearing the coarsest
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clothes,and literally earning his bread
in the sweat of his brow.
He sometimes preaches a sermon
in the woods, and says he is thereby
imitating the example of Christ.
He recently gathered his several di
sciples around him and preached a
sermon for their special benefit, al
though many others were attracted
to the scene by his queer preaching.
When interviewed in regard to
their belief, his three disciples said
that they regarded Prophet Sherman
as the greatest man of the present
age; that his belief was theirs, and
that they lived in daily expectation
of the chariot of fire, which would
convey them to the promised land.
They say that Prophet Sherman has
the power to raise the dead, but that
he will make no test of it before this
wicked generation. Altogether, they
are a queer set —the prophet and his
followers, •'
Criticising a Young Lady.
“She would be a pretty girl but
for one thing.”
•‘What’s that?” asked Charley.
George—“ Her face is always cov
ered with purple and red blotches.”
Charley—“Oh,that's easily enqugh
disposed of. Used to be the same
way myself, but I caught on to the
trouble one day, and got nd of it id
no time.”
George—“ What was it?”
Charley—“ Simply bood eruptions.
Took a short course of P. P. P. I
tell you it’s the boss blood purifier.
The governor had rheumatism so bad
that you could hear him holler clear
across the country every time be
moved. He tried it, and you know
what an athletic old gent he is now.
If some body would give Miss Daisy
a pointer, she would thank them af
terwards. All the drug stores sell
He Walked a Chalk Line.
A lady drove up to Round Oak in
a buggy a few days ago with a great
big pistol in her lap. She wore a
smile on her face as she bowed and
spoke to her friends, and every one
wondered w hat the pistol meant.
When the monrnig train arrived
her husband stepped from the train
and placing a lot of bundles in the
buggy, she marched him into one of
the stores and ordered material for a
number of dresses. She then made
her husband march out with the bun
dles, to the great amusement of the
crowd. '
Dyspepsia and Indigestion
In their worst forms are cured by
the use of P. P. P. If you are de
bilitated and run down, or if you
need a tonic to regain flesh and lost
appetite, strength and vigor, take P.
P. P., and you will be strong and
healthy. For shattered constitutions
and lost manhood P. P. P. (Prickly
Ash, Poke Root and Potassium) is
the king of all medicines. P. P. P.
is the greatest blood purifier in the
world. For sale by all druggists.
The Usurer’s Ohly Hope.
“In St. Louis,” said the drummer,
“is a firm to whom I sell goods once
in a great while. The senior part
ner is a regular shark. Not long ago
he loaned some money to a church
society for the purchase of a new or
gan. When payment of the loan was
made he charged the society 9 per
cent. This was refused, and the
principal was not paid. Finally one
of the deacons of the church was
sent to talk with the usurer.
“ ‘You have acted very badly,’ said
the pillar of the church.
“ ‘How’s that?
“ ‘Six per cent, was enough inter
est.’
“ ‘Nine is fair.’
“ ‘When ‘the Lord looks down on
that 9 he will put a long black mark
against your name.’
“This staggered the old fellow for
a moment, but, suddenly recovering,
he replied: ‘When the Lord looks
down on that 9he will thing it is a
6/ ”
Guaranteed Cure ForEaGrippe
We authorise our advertised druggist
to sell you Dr. King’s New Discovery fur
Consumption, Coughs and Colds, upon
this condition. It you are afflicted with
La Grippe and will use this remedy ac
cording to directions, giving it a fail trial,
and experience no benefit, you may re
turn the bottle and have your money re
funded. We make this offer, because of
the wonderful success of Dr. King’s New
Discovery during last season’s epidemic.
Have heard cf no case ’n which it failed.
Try it. Trial bottles free at Dr. J. M.
Hatchett's drug store. Large size 50c.
and SI.OO
T. T. Shuptrine & Bro., wholesale and re
tail druggists. Savannah. Ga., say “We
have sold lots of Johnson’s Tonic for La
Grippe, and hear nothing but favorable re
ports.”
FORT GAINES, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MAY 22. 1891.
A DANGEROUS PLACE
BETWEEN BUCHANNAN AND DRAKE-
TON WITH A RECORD-
More Than Twenty Persons Have Bit the
Dust at This Remarkable Site—
A Few Circumstances.
A writer iu the Carrollton Tinies
tells of a pface on the road between
Buchanan and Draketown, with a
remarkably bloody record-
More people, it is said, have lost
their lives on a spot of ground less
than a mile in diameter, on this road
than any other plat of land in the
State, taking into consideration the
sparsely settled community. There
is no grape-shot stand, nor no pub
lic gathering place on this fatal
plat.
To begin with, about dark bn a
June evening in 1886, Wm. Hall
was fell upon by Ed Franklin and
beat to death on a wagon of oats. A
certain rock marks the place where
the murder occurred. A little far
ther on the same rode, say 500 yards,
a little later, a man name Robeshaw
was shot and instantly killed by his
brother-in-law, Joe Moorse, while in
a fight. About 200 yards from where
Robeshaw was killed, Jim Thompson
was shot and instantly killed while
sitting iu his cabin home with his
little girl on his lap. This was just
a few years after Hdl was killed. A
few years later wash Golded shot and
instantly killed old man Pearce,
within a mile of the above place.
Just a little later Lige Lambert was
shot from ambush by Chislom, Jim
Rome, Harris Gallamore, Coon Nunn
and others
Then about two years ago old
Adam Golden, a negro, was pounced
upon by Bill Reeves and Joe San
ford and beat to death.
Then in the same community old
man Jesse Wade was killed by a
falling tree, also another old man.
Within a half mile of the spot where
old man Hall Was killed, Clara
Ayers was killed by the accidental
discharge of an old army gun, and a
man named Leak is said to have
been murdered on the same plat of
land which seems to have much fa
tality for human life.
A Victim of Circumstances.
'•I might a’ been rich oncet;” said
the Indianapolis Journal man with
straw colored whiskers, “but circum
stances was too much f’r me.”
“Tell us about it.”
“Well, you see it was just this way.
I was workin’ on a farm down here
on the Wabash, when I meets a wid
der at o hoe-down with a quarter sec
tion oi ’bout as good land as you find
outdoors. She sorter cottoned to me
right on the jump. Went to see her
three or four times an’ wus gittip’
thicker’n winter m’lasses, when I
took the chills and fevers. Ever have
’em? Shake all the life out o’ you one
day; next day you can eat like a
hawg? Well, I goes to see the wid
der on my well day, an’ lo and be
hold, she had the chills. Next day I
had ’em, next day she had ’em, next
day I—”
“Well?”
“Well, the upshot of the whole bus"
iness was, that ’fore I could get rid
o’ them shakes a tramp preacher
came alopg who was in the habit of
having shakes simultaneous with the
‘widder, as it were, an’ cut me clean
out. I tell you, boys, when old Billy
Circumstances has it in for a man he
kin just as well gin it up.”
A gentleman had just succeeded
in saving a big clothing mercliant
from drowning. “Ah,” remarked he
gratefully, “I see, in rescuing me,
von have ruined vour clothes. Per
mit me to hand you my business
card. Ten thousand of the best
suits in the city from $lO upwards.”
Consumption Cured.
An old physician, retired from practice,
having had placed in his hands by an East
India missionary the fonnular of a simple
vegetable remedy for the speedy and per
manent cure of Consumption, Bronchitis,
Catarrh, Asthma and all Throat and Lung
affections, also a positive and radical cure
for Nervous Debility and all Nervous Com
plaints, after Laving tested its wonderful
curative powers in thousands of cases, has
felt it his duty ro make it known to his
suffering fellows. Actuated by this motive
and a desire to relieve human suffering, I
will send free of charge, to all who desire
it, this recipe, in German, French or Eng
lisg with full directions for preparing and
using. Sent by mail by addressing with
stamp, naming this paper. W. A. Noyes,
Seo Powers’ Block, Rochester, N. Y,
SOME HORSE SENSE
EXPOUNDED BY RUFUS SANDERS. THE
ONE-GALLUS STATESMAN.
“A Spoonfull of Brains and a Pint of Mean
Whisky Makes the Blamdest
Fools to be Found.”
Mark the man with a breach-load
ing shot gun and a pointer dog, and
behold him that hath a new political
platform in his pocket and a stump
speech on his tongue. For the end
of that man is vanity and vexation of
spirit.
Blessed is the farmer whose farm
is fragrant with the perfume of sau
sage meat and spare ribs and big
hominy. For good work will run to
him like a shot continually.
Thinking is monstrous hard work,
but it pays. I’d ruth er pull the bell
cord over a needle rumpped, devilet
of a mule in a new ground full of
stumps in summer time, if the pay
was the same.
If you are going to run a farm for
your living pull off your coat and spit
on your hand and be a farmer from
Farmersville. If you expect to farm
for cash you had better throw down
your hand and jump the game right
away immediately, if not sooner.
The natural increase is the winning
card in the farmers’ hand. When a
farmer gits his stocks and crops
growing around him, with the nat
ural increase in full swing, he is way
ahead of the hounds with time to
spare and no fences to climb.
A good wife is somethin’ that
every farmer needs in his business.
Her husband is known when he sit
teth on the front gate, because tan
gles have been taken out of his wan
derin’ hair, and the wind bloweth not
through the gable end of his
breeches.
The hand that spanks the baby
and milks the cow and makes the
biscuit and plants the flowers and
sets the hens and totes the pantry
keys, is the hands that runs the
country.
When a man gits a mortgage on
one side and a waverly note on the
other he is about half way between a
night sweat and a buck ager.
A spoonful of brains and a pint of
mean whiskey, shook up and taken
before and after eatin’ and between
meals will make the blamdest all
round natural born fool in America.
It takes a man with a head on him
as big as a hamper basket and. as
level as a squash to drink whiskey
with ease and grace to himself, and
safety to the general public.
Take one of them regular newspa
per fellers and throw him down on a
first-class, well regulated farm and
he’d be like a blind calf in tall oats,
or a bobtail dog at a long walking.
He wouldn’t know a bull tougue
scooter from a buzzard wing sweep,
nor a meat ax from a covered wagon.
Sow wild oats —sow mean whiskey
and late hours and cuss words and
jambourees and jack pots, and then
reap nettle weeds and threadsafts,
and the heart burn and the backache
and rheumatis and all the various
and divers ills and evils that the
fleshy man is heir to. You pays
your money and has your fun.
The farmer who has nothing to
bet on and nothing to promise him
self and family but hard work, is
travelin’ the blamest lonesomest
road in the country. He may call
himself a farmer, but his right name
is-on some other list.
Keep yourself solid with the old
folks at home, so when you plays
your hand out every’where else you
can round up at the old log cabin
and find the back door open and
plenty of cold rations in the cup
board.
When the sap gits up and every
thing is growing, its plum natural for
a boy to git too big for his breeches.
It runs in the family.
Whenever I see a promising Amer
ican boy scolded and stormed at and
bull-dozed till he looks like he never
had a friend in the world, I sigh for
my fighting clothes and weigh a ton
in a minuted
My doctrine is that one man is as
good as anothef, and most generally
a blame sight better.
You can reach a woman through
her children and a man through his
wife. And if you want to hit the
whole family shoot ’em with molas
ses.
Dead people and dead issues aint
a pesterin’ me. I’m a livin, breathin,
fightin man, I am.
As long as men tote mean licker in
their shallow heads the fool killer
aint in danger of losing his job. He’s
in it to stay.
I never was a candidate for any
thing but matrimony, and the latest
returns show that I have been elect
ed by a good safe majority.
Everybody has their weak points.
Some play cards, some cuss, some
bet on horse races, some stay out
late at night and some will have a
long toddy on cool mornings if it
busts a trace or two and costs the
United States another war.
Poor folkes must have poor ways,
or mean ones, and they generally
has mean ones.
Praisin the baby is as good as gilt
edge endorsement, and a blame sight
the cheapest.
The country needs the boys in her
business. She couldn’t get along
without them and save herself.
A Drunken Man’s Act.
Last week Abe Newman, a white
man who lives below Hawkinsville,
was going home from town with his
wife and three children in a wagon.
He was drunk and his wife was
driving.
At Jelk’s mill the road runs along
on top of a dam.
While on the dam Abe grabbed
the lines and jerked the horse. The
horse being blind, turned suddenly
and steped into the pond carrying
all with him.
Newman got out. Some negroes
passing rescued Mrs. Newman, but
all three children were drowed.
Two Good Ones.
Here are two good stories by two
noted narrators of Macon county,
that are hard to down.
Ance Slappey says that an alligator
was killed on the river near his house
not long ago that when cut open had
a batteau and three negroes in him.
One of the negroes was so badly ex
cited that he forgot to lay down the
paddle.
Fortune Farm er,the man who killed
forty squirrels out of a single tree at
one time, comes back at him and
says:
“There is an alligator in the river
at the mouth of Camp Creek, that is
twenty feet long and I’ll swear it. He
is so old that great tags of gray moss
hangs from his back just like the
wool on Charley Keen’s dog. Boys,
let me tell you. When a fellow is
sitting on the banks of the creek fish
ing and that ’gator bellows, you have
to hold to a tree to keep the noise
from jarring you into the creek. Now
that’s a fact and you needn’t laugh
about it.” —Montezuma Record.
His First Ride on a Railroad.
Last Friday Uncle Math Melton,
who is now eighty-four years of age,
made his first trip on a railroad. He
took advantage of the excursion to
Ochillee, where his wife went with
the picnic party, and went to Colum
bus and spent the day.
We suppose Uncle Math had
pretty much the same experience the
old woman did, as related in Prof.
Lane’s lecture, when she made her
first trip on a railroad. Being asked
what she saw replied: “I seed noth
ing but a haystack and it was gwine
back’ards.”—Beuna Vista Patriot.
Johnnie Henner, 6 years old, the
son of a Kansas farmer, played at
“burying” last week with his sister,
who is 8 years old. A hole was dug
into which Johnnie jumped, and
then his sister pushed in the earth
until it reached the bov’s chin. Just
then a sow and her brood attacked
the girl, who ran away. The sow
turned savagely upon the helpless
boy, and sank her teeth into his face
and skull. r Hie cries of the children
summoned aid, but when the boy
was dug out of the ground he was
dead.
Chappie—l thought Rolly was go
ing to buy a cane today.
Cholly—So he was, but he could
not get one that fitted.
Chappie—Fitted what?
Cholly—-Why. his mouth, of
course.
SI.OO A YEAR
SOME SMART SAYINGS.
Short Para*raphß Carefully Selected That
Will Make You Smile.
His name was Earlscourt Henderson
De Tudor Perkins Rudd,
But when he went to college he
Was chiefly known as Mud.
Au ice bill may be cool but its not
always collected.
Teacher—Freddy, how's the earth
divided?
Freddy —Between them that’s got
it and them that wants it.
Beg# B — I wonder why Mrs. Jaggs
wont let her husband employ a fe
male typewriter?
Foggs—Don’t you know? She
was his former typewriter herself
Mrs. Bellows—l caught you kiss
ing the hired girl, sir. What does
it mean?
Mr. Browu—lt means we have
lost enough girls on account of my
coolness.
Debtor—You can’t collect that
from me, sir;
Collector-* No?
Debtor— No; you can’t get blood
out of a turnip.
Collector (in disgust)—Appar
ently uot; neither can 1 get money
out of a beet.
Charley Marston of Chicago,
Learned to smoke the cigarette,
And he puffed ’em lite and early—
As though at it on a bet:
But the pizcn got to working—
Something Charley ne’er would do—
Now he’s in a private ’sylum,
Down at lovely Kalamazoo.
Fiom this geinlettake a warning, *
If you hain’t begun it yet.
Don’t upset vour daisy brainlet
With the festive cigarette.
“Why,” asked the lady of the
house of bootless Bob, the tramp,
“do you stick out the middle finger
of your left hand so straight when
you eat? Was if ever broken? ’
“No, madam; but during my hal
cyon days I wore a diamond ring on
that finger and it has become second
nature with me.
Mrs. Brown—And what are you
going to givejMaud Gray for a bri
dal present, Mr. White?
Mr. White—Oh, I’ve settler/ upon
something that I thought lovely,
and I know its just the thing she
wants badly.
Airs. Brown—What is it? Do tell
me!
Mr. White —A packet of letters
she wrote me while we were en
gaged.
Bjones—What will you take for
that horse of yours, Bjenkins?
Bejenkins—Two hundred and fif
ty dollars.
Bjones—Two hundred and fifty
dollars? Why, man, you told me
last week that you were disgusted
with him and would sell him for fifty
dollars.
Bjenkins—Yes, I know I did; I
have found a man now who wants
him.
It is the opinion of Abarham Hig
gins of Muncie, Ind., that the town
ship trustees are too mean to be
sliced up for door mats. He comes
to this dbnclusion because they hare
refused to pay for a marriage license
for his pauper son, whose best girl
is readv as soon as ti e financial dif
ficulties can be removed out of the
way. Heartless trustees who will
refuse to put up relief in such a case
ought to be driven out of office.
Good Looks.
Good looks are more than skin deep. de
pending upon a healthy condition of all the
vital organs. If the liver be Inactive, foe
have a billious look, if your stomach be
disordered you have a dyspetlc look and
if your kidneys be affected you have a
pinched look. Secure good health and
vou will have good looks. Electric Bit
ters is the great alterative and tonic and
acts directly on the vital organs. Cures
dimples, blotches, boils and selves a good
complexion. Sold at Dr. J. M. Hatchett**
prug store, 50c. per bottle.
“They say it costs $17.50 a
to feed an elephant, Mrs. Irons,” said
the boarder at the foot of the table,
reaching for another biscuit. “How
would you like to board one at regu
lar rates?”
“An elephant, Mr. McGinnis,"* re
plied the landlady coldly, “wouldn’t
be throwing out hints all the time
that he was getting tired of prunes.”
W. A. Horst, well known to al!
Georgia traveling men, proprietor
of hotel at Camilla, says: “John
son’s Chill and Fever Tonic cures
La Grippe. Have tried it on sev
eial cases and it cured them all.**