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THE VOTE OF SOUTH CAROLINA.
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i Washington, January 4,*-1 he South
k'arolimi committee returned to \\ a-hing
ton early this morning, aftef an absence of
about a month. A vast amount of testi
mon v has been taken,most of which is still
in the notes of the stenographer. It has
not. therefore, been fully examined by the
committee; hence, no tormal action has
been as to what conclusions will be report
ed to the House. The rumor therefore,
that the committee ''ill report that the
Hayes electors were legal) elected has no
foundation in any action the committee has
taken, and must have been based merely
upon a remark by individual members of
the committee. >lr. Sayler. the t luurman.
savs that the testimony taken by the com
mittee will demonstrate, to the satisfaction
of all reasonable men. three facts :
First That Wade Hampton and the en
tire Democratic State ticket, and amajont)
of the members of the House of Represen
tatives, were elected by majorities ranging
from 200 to 1,100.
Second— That the intimidation was al
most exclusively on the part of Radical
negroes those of their own color,
wljo announced their intention to vote for
Wade Hampton and other Democratic can
didates for State offices.
f /fird —That the riots at (. amhoy and
other places were instigated by the Radical
leaders, their object being to arouse North
ern prejudices against the Southern people.
So far as he was able to ascertain from
the precinct returns, Mr. Sayler is of opin
ion that the Hayes electors were elected.
He says, however, that there is some doubt
about tltis. because of the difficulty of de
termining whether or not certain precinct
returns should be regarded. There were
about forty precinct returns missing, and
they had to go to secondary sources to as
certain what the vote was in those precincts.
He thinks they approximated the result at
these missing polls, and m order that what
ever doubt there was might be given to the
Republican side, his committee would
doubtless admit the choice of the Hayes
electors. About the election of Hampton,
however, there could be no doubt. All of
the decent Republicans in South Carolina
admit his election, and say that it is lor
the bpst interest of the State and the people
that he should he recognized as the legiti
mate Governor. The witnesses produced
by Chamberlain and Un ted States District
Attorney Corbin were, v ith one or two ex
ceptions, negroes, and before they were
sent to Sayler’s committee they were in
structed in Corbin's office. They all came
with stories committed to memory, and
some ludicrous scenes occured when they
got their tales mixed uj . The army officers
who were called as witnesses by the Demo
crats. without exception, testified that-with
in their knowledge neb single outrage had
been committed upon i groes by the Dem-
A v t yX &
lusuiuce vvhere negfoeF testified to acts ol
violence by the whited, army officers com
manding in the neigh Lm rhood, who were
at the tune rises? occurences were
said to liave taken place, testified that the}'
; had neither seen nor heard of any such
\ outrage.
The testimony of George Rivers, bv
birth an Englishman, alt lough long a resi-
Ident of the Northern Stites, who was an
* eye-witness of the massacre at Cainhoy.
and is therefore an impartial and most re
! liable witness, illustrate.- very vividly the
1 terrible scenes that occurred there. This
massacre took place on tie Kith of October
last. It was on the occasion of a political
mass meeting, before which a number of
Democrats, some of whom were negroes,
had been announced to speak. The first
speaker was a man by the name of Jersey,
lie was followed by a Mr. McKinley, who
is a colored conservative Republican. Mc-
Kinley was evidently mistaken for a man
named Delaney, a colored Democrat, who
had been announced as one of the speakers.
Soon after McKinley began speaking, the
witness, who was standing on the outskirts
of the crowd, distinctly heard the words,
“ Kook out 1 Look out !' which were soon
followed by a pistol siiot. This seemed to
be the beginning of the melee. The ne
groes fell back and appeared in skirmish
order, every man with a musket in his
hand. A moment before they were entire
ly unarmed. They had evidently concealed
their guns in the hushes in anticipation of
an attack. Every man seemed to know
his position perfectly. They fired several
volleys among the white men, who. with
the exeception of a few pistols in the hands
of boys, were totally unarmed, and were
retiring to the rear of the church. Before
reaching the church the witness said he saw
Abram Smith, a negro, who is now amem-
bcr of the Legislature, upon the stand
firing upon unarmed white men, as they
were running for protection behind the
church. As they ran Smith fired three
shots from a revolver. Witness said he
then drew his pistol, aimed it at Smith, but
,1t would not go off. He was about to fire
again, when a Democrat at his right
knocked his arm down and said, “ Don’t
shoot.” He (the witness) then called out
to Smith and said, *‘if you fire again 1 will
shoot you,” at which Smith threw up his
hands and ran into the swamp.
The negroes had loaded their muskets
with buckshot, nail heads, and pieces of
pipe. The terrible manner in which the
victims were wounded aid killed can there
fore be imagined. It was impossible for
the whites and negroes in the open ground
in front of the church to resist the terrible
storm of nail heads and pieces of iron
which was poured into them. Those who
were not disabled were therefore compelled
to retire, leaving the wounded to the mercy
of the negroes. They went to Cainhoy,
and afterward procured the necessary sur
gical assistance and conveyances for remov
ing the wounded and killed, and then went
hack to the scene of the massacre, where a
most sickening spectacle met their view.
One old colored man, was found dead, his
body literally cut to pieces. The body was
lying in a pool of blood, and from the po
sition of the bullet holes, it apneared that!
$1.50 A YEAR.
every one coming along had tired into the
poor old man, even after life had become
extinct. An aged white man named Sim
mons was lifted out of a buggy, dead. His
hip was cut open as if by an axe or a
hatchet. He was shot through the body
and every bone in it was apparently broken
bv the stocks of the muskets in the hands
oi' the negroes. A man by the name of
King, with other fatal wounds and cuts,
had one which Mr. Walker said was most
vividly impressed upon his memory. His
arm was almost severed by two terrible
gashes near the shoulder, which had evi
dently been caused by an axe. The poor
man died a few moments after his re
moval from the ground. Willie Craddock,
a little hoy, was most horribly hacked up.
He Ordered Oyster Stews.
From the Detroit Free Pres*.
One of those toil-hardened, true-hearted
chaps often read of in romance, made his
appearance on the Campus Martins yester
day. and his sympathies were at once
aroused by the sight of three or four old
men standing around with their buck-saws
and waiting for work.
“ I'll be hanged if it isn't tough." lie re
plied when they told him that they hadn't
had any work for a month. “ llow would
you like some oysters-'”
They smacked their lips by way of reply,
and he gathered up a crowd of eight,
marched them to a restaurant and ordered
stews for each one.
“ It just does my soul good to see them
eat!” lie said to the owner of the place as
the eight got to work.
‘*Ycs; it's a beautiful sight,” was the
reply.
”It makes me feel good in here,” con
tinued the stranger, laying his hand on his
heart.
“A good deed brings its own reward,”
was the soft answer of the restauranter as
lie calculated his profits.
” l can’t rest here—l must do further
good," said the big-hearted stranger, and
lie rushed out and brought in three negroes,
a chimney-sweep, two boys and an old
woman, and ordered more oysters.
The fifteen people went for oyster-soup
in a manner to amaze, and their guardian
nudged the restauranter in the ribs and
said:
* t \\wvxiiwi f i coiTtr
feed the poor of all America/”
You arc a good man, and heaven will
reward von,” replied the proprietor, as he
tilled the dishes up again.
The stranger said he wanted to bring in
just live more, so as to say that he had fed
an even score, and he rushed out after
them, while the rostauranter sent after
more oysters and crackers. The stranger
didn’t return, lie was last seen climbing
into a farmer’s sleigh on State street and
guiding his team to the west. The fifteen
in the restaurant licked their plates clean
and departed in joyful procession, and the
last one had passed out before the man who
had furnished the soup had got through
waiting for the return of the big-hearted
stranger. There were oaths and slang
phrases and watchwords and expressions,
delivered in the purest English, hut what
mattered it to the fifteen soup-devourers
who drew up in a line opposite and
“ Resolved, That them oysters just
touched the spot.”
A Sad Incident.
The San Francisco News-Letter gives this
affecting incident, which occurred at the
Academy of Music, during the performance
of the Berger Family Bell-Ringers in that
city: Among’the audience was a wealthy
family, one of the members of which has
for years been in delicate health, and was
born deaf and dumb. It has been tlie cus
tom of the family to take their afflicted
daughter with them to tiie theatre, even to
concerts, as she experienced acute nervous
pain when left alone, and seemed to enjoy
the excitement and action of even musical
entertainments, although she could not
hear a sound.
it was observed that she seemed very
much “amused at the comicalities of Sol
Smith Russell, and enjoyed the changes of
his facial expression as much as any of the
audience. When Signor Tagliapietra came
on to sing, it was noticed that a curious
light came into her eyes, and stretching
out her arms to her mother, she spelled on
her fingers, with the greatest excitement
the words, “Mamma, 1 hear.”
The next piece was an orchestral arrange
ment of “Trovatore,” played by thf com
bination of the Berger family anil the \ ien
na Ladies’ Orchestra. As the composition
proceeded the tears flowed down the poor
child’s cheeks, and her excitement became
so great that it was deemed prudent to
leave the theatre. On reaching home the
exhaustion produced by the events of the
evening was such that the family physician
was summoned. As she lay on ner couch
she reached for her slate and wrote :
” Mother, I think Heaven must be mu
sic.”
The next day, in accordance with her re
quest, Mr. Russell was sent for, and he
kindly came and sung for the little sufferer
his famous song relating to a goose stuffed
with sage and ingins. It was too late.
Death had long marked the child for his
own. and she could net even smile. The
The little lips are cold now, and there is a
vacant chair in the family circle. The joy
of that one evening was too much for the
delicate nervous system now happily at
rest.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17, 1577.
“OUR BELLE.”
Tlio Story of n Patent Ktcp-I..n<l<ter.
“ Tom, dear, the nail's loose that holds
that picture over the parlor inantlepieeo,
and it will fall down, if you don't fix it,”
screamed pretty little Mrs. Peewit, as he
was leaving the breakfast table for a cigar
and a glance nt the morning paper before
starting for business.
“ liang the pictures ! 1 never saw such
a house !" he exclaimed, irritably, throw
ing down his lighted match and unread
paper.
•• * Hail;/ the picture.’ That's it exactly,
dear,” said his wife, wittily, looking at
some mosquito bites on her round, fair
arm.
Peewit forced a mechanical smile, and
started oti‘ in search of the family hammer
and something to stand oil. and for the next
ten minutes could he heard all over the
house, throwing things around and grum
bling.
“ What’s the matter now. Tom?” called
up his wife, from the foot of the stairs.
"Matter enough. Where's the step
ladder kept!” yelled Peewit, who was
standing on his tip-toes on a chair, trying
to reach about live yards over his head.
“ Can't say. I'm sure, as we never had
any.” said Mrs. P., coming up stairs and
looking in at the door.
“ Then I'll buy one this very day of our
Lord ; but it seems to me we ought to have
a dozen of them laying around the house,”
he argued, jumping down from the chair.
•‘And ain't you going to fix it, after
all?” inquired his wife, as she saw him
moving away.
•• Fix nothing 1 Do you expect I'm going
to tty up there to do it ?” he asked, face
tiously. going out, putting on his overcoat,
and starting off for business.
On his way down Fulton street, he stop
ped in at a large house-furnishing store,
and inquiring for a first-class step-ladder,
the salesman produced for his inspection a
patent spring, self-extending and doubling
ladder, called ” Our Hello.”
“There, sir, is one of the greatest inven
tions of the nineteenth century. Took the
first prize at the Queens County Fair, and
won the silver medal at the Beanville ex,-
i '*\ Ui i na. M ifcWUrf, 1 !,, ■ m ■.
have a light, tasty, and elegant article,
possessing at the same time the durability,
strength and usefulness of a hea-y, awk
ward. clumsy one. When you desire to
open it from its present case form, you
simply pull this handle, and it umloubles
itself into a firm step-ladder; mounting it,
should } r ou find it too short, press this
knob and it extends itself to twice the
length without your dismounting,” ex
plained the salesman, talking at the rate of
two hundred and fifty words a minute, and
touching, as he spoke, the handle. The
case opened, unfolded itself, and stood up
a full-fledged step-ladder, then, pressing a
knob, it gave a whirr and extended itself
nearly double. “Here are the directions
for using, printed in full on the side.”
“ By George, that beats all creation !”
exclaimed Peewit, looking on admiringly.
“ Greatest thing out, 1 assure you,” said
the salesman, mentally adding ten per cent
to the Figure lie had intended to charge,
and a few minutes later Peewit was the
possessor of “Our Belle,” and having
given directions t’cr having it sent home,
went on his way rejoicing.
The ladder duly arrived at the house,
and Mrs. P. inspected, read the directions,
and immediately thought of some hanging
baskets of flowers in the extension which
must he changed. So. carrying the ladder
into the room, she pulled the handle, there
was a rumbling sound, and the next mo
ment the case had unfolded, and a ladder
stood before her.
“ What a funny contrivance !” she mur-
mured watching it admiringly.
Mounting the steps with a dower-pot in
her hand, she could not reach the hook,
and remembering the directions, she stoop
ed and pressed the knob, and “Ourßelle,”
suddenly extending herself with a rush,
; pretty Mrs. Peewit Hew up like a sky
rocket, and come down head first, creating
terrible havoc among the Hower-pots, leav
ing a very prettily shaped pair of blue-and
whitc striped stockings sticking out among
the rose bushes.
“ Nasty, good-for-nothing, jim-crack
thing ! it's the Lord’s blessing I . ain’t
killed,” she said, when she had extricated
herself and got her lower limbs covered
up; and with a milk-curdling frown at the
patent ladder, she hurried up to her room,
two steps at a time, in search of the arnica
to bathe her bruises.
Ten minutes later her mother, on her
way to the garden, passed through the
room, and the ladder immediately took her
eye.
* “ There’s just what I want to pick some
grapes with. T suppose Tom’s been fool
ing his money away again buying such a
fancy thing.” she exclaimed, lifting it out
into the yard, and placing it into position ;
and mounting it step by step, slowly and
carefully, she was within a step or two of
the top. and holding on with one hand,
reaching for a purple bunch, when she
accidentally pulled the little letting-down
and folding knob, and the ladder, with a
preparatory whirr, descended to half its
height again with a velocity that sent the
old lady down as if she had been dropped
from tiie clouds, striking the back of her
head hard enough on every Step to knock
her false teeth out, tear off .her wig, loosen
her scalp, and scrape the skin the entire
length of her backbone.
When she came to her senses she never
waited to examine into the scientific or
mechanical causes of the accident, but
snatched up her teeth and wig, and limped
into the house, another candidate for arnica
and consolation.
“ Thomas Augusta Peewit, 1 wonder if
you're in your right senses to send homo
such a thing as that; it nearly killed ma
and me," said his wife, coming to meet him
with a patch of sticking-plaster on her
nose.
“ That just shows exactly xvlmt you
women know about such livings; why,
that's one of the greatest patents ever in
vented by the brain of man ; wait here till
1 show you how it works.” he replied,
going out, bringing “Our Belle” in, and
taking his place beside it.
” I wouldn't have the nasty tiling in the
house,” said Mrs. P.
“ Here, see, all you have to do is to press
this spring so, and it unfolds itself—con
found it!”
The last part of the remark was called
forth by ” Our Hello” unfolding herself
too rapidly, and rapping Peewit over the
head with one of her legs, causing that
gentleman to occupy a sitting position and
starting the tears to his eyes. When he
recovered his breath lie found the step
ladder up in position; ascending it, lie
touched the knob, and the extension shoot
ing ii]i produced a similar effect upon Pee
wit, who, after pawing the air, struck his
head against the coiling, and colliding on
the way down with the servant carrying in
the dishes, scalded that damsel, demolished
the dinner, mashed the cat, and placed two
more on arnica and sticking-plaster treat
ment.
The ladder was consigned to the hack
yard, and used but once since, when it was
lent to their next-door neighbor, and re
turned three minutes after by the oldest
boy, who was on his way for a doctor for
the party who used it.
Peewit keeps “ Our Belle ” in the cellar
now, is practicing with dumb bells, and
intends to have satisfaction out of that
voluble salesman's hide.
Keeping the Door Shut.
frop) Jlrubfti'fuiiftAjrtMpr.
Old man Thompson took on a fresh sup
ply of cold yesterday, and when he reached
his office he determined to keep the door
shut and thus" Keep aloof from cold cur
rents of air that might enter.
When the lire in the room had about
heated up the room, and Thompson was
fairly sunk into the late dispatches in the
morning paper, someone entered and as
usual left the door open.
“ Shut the door you idiot ; were you
born in a saw mill!” he yelled.
The fellow went hack anil gave the door
a slam that astonished the key hole.
By and by the boy came in with wood
for the fire. Of course he left the door
open.
“ Shut that door/”
The boy dropped his wood and obeyed
the summons.
The next comer was an old man whose
hair was silvered and his form bent. He
was on a begging expedition, and when lie
came in lie left the door open wide enough
to let in a cyclone.
“ Shut the door!” howled Thompson.
The old man paused, and kept trie door
open and said slowly :
“ I’m a poor old man without acrmnbto
eat."
“ Don’t care w r ho the devil you aye—shut
the door!”
“ Don’t speak so harsh to an old man—
I’ll go out m a minute.”
“ Either come in or go out —but shut the
door.”
The old man studied a little but made no
effort to shut the door.
Thompson could stand it no longer.
Jumping up from his seat, he gave the door
a gentle shove which broke the lock and
shook the glass out of the window. Then
he nailed up the door, sat down and felt
like he had conquered a nation.
The old man then wanted to go out. He
said he didn’t want to stay with a man who
was so particular. Thompson asked him
why the dickens he didn’t go out when the
door was open.
“Sec here,” said the beggar, as he clasp
ed both hands on the head of his stick and
leaned forward, “suppose some day you
are put in a room and that room lias iron
bars for a window ; you hear merry voices
from without; you feel the damp, gloomy
air of night stealing on, and know that the
door is shut and in that clamp air you will
sleep during the night. Do you think you
will he sternly yelling ‘ shut the door ’ and
endeavoring to fasten it more securely!’'’*
Thompson laid down his paper and began
to weaken.
“ Suppose,” resumed the old man, “that
the door was locked with a patent key;
that you receive a message from your fam
ily saying one of your children is dying;
that your wife is sinking beneath the grief
and needed your presence at her bed side !
Would you cry out ‘ shut the door ’ when
the jailer came around?”
Thompson arose, prized open the door
and when he pressed a dollar Dili in the old
man’s hand as he was going out, was too
deeply affected to hear the old villain say,
“ I’ve never known that dodge to fail.”
Thompson is negotiating for a set of
springs, by which he expects to keep his
door hermetically sealed.
WWW' HAPPENED TO HIS HOUSE
S|Miriiiu llcm-Hlm-* IIN E*4lllllK*
i lit* Advnt of Triplet..
Arter we was married, we’ll say about a
year, wun morning there was a terrible
1 commotion in our house—old wiinntcn a
runnin' in uiul out, and finally the doctor
cum. 1 was in a great hurry luysvlf. wind
ing to hear, 1 liaruly knew what, but after
a while an old granny of a woman, as had
been very busy about tliar, poked her head
into the room where I was walking übout,
and sez —sc/, she :
“ Mr. Spormu, hit's a gal!”
. “ What ?" sez l.
“ A gal !'' sez she.
And with that she pops her head back
again.
Well, thinks 1. I'm the daddy of a cal
l an’ begin to feel my keenin' mitely—l'd
rather it was a boy, tho\ thinks I. for then
he'd feel nearer to me, us how lut'd hear
my name, and there'll be less chance for
! the Sporums to run out, but considering
I everything, a gal wiTl do hilly well, .list
i then the old liuss pokes her head out again.
NUMBER 21.
an’ sez—sez she :
“Another wun, Mr. Spormn—a fine boy.”
“Another !” sez I; “ that's rather crowd
ing things on a feller.”
She luffed and poked her head hack.
Well, thinks 1. this is no joke, sure.—at
this lick I'll have family enutf to do me in
a few years.
.list then the old she-devil (I alwny* shall
hate her) pokes her head in, an’ sez—-sez
she:
“Another gal, Mr. Sporuin!”
“Another wluit?" sez I.
“Another gal 1” sez she.
“ Well,” sez I, “got rite stride and tell
Sal 1 wont fitand.it. 1 don't w ant 'em. an’
1 hain't coin’ to have 'em ! Dus she think
I'm a Turk, or a Mormon, or Brignam
Young, that she go fur to have tribbles —
three at a pop? Dus she think that lam
worth a hundred thousand dollars? that I
am John Jacob Astur. or Mr. Koschile?
that 1 can afford tribbles, an’ clothe, an’
food, an’ skool three children at a time? I
ain't goin' to stand it, nohow! I didn't
want 'em, I don’t w ant ’em, an’ I shan t
want'em, now nor no pther time ! Hain't I
been a good and dootiful husband to Sal ?
Hain't I kep in |dors uv a pjto, and quit
chawin' tcrbacker and smokin' segars jest
to please her? Hain’t 1 ’tended divine
worship rcg’lar? Hain't i bought her all
the bonnets and frocks she wanted?—and
then fur her to go and have thribbs ! She
noed better, and hadn’t orterdunit! I
didn't think. Sal wild serve me such a trick
now. Have 1 ever stole a boss? Have 1
ever dun a mean trick; that she shood serve
me in this way?"
And with that I laid down on the settee,
and felt orful had, and the more l thought
about it, the wus I felt.
Presently Sal’s mammy, ole Miss Jones,
:oum in, and sez—sez she:
.“ i’eter, cum in and see what purty cil-
A Christmas Superstition.
From the London I'imee.
Christmas day fell on a Monday last year.
It fell on a Monday also in 1865, and on
that occasion the following was unearthed
from, it was stated, the liarieian MSS., No.
2252, folio 153-4:
Tf ChriatniHH Day on Monday lie,
A great winter that year you'll wee.
And lull of wind** Imi h loud and idirill;
But m nil miner, truth to tell,
High winda there Khali l>e. and strong,
Full of tenineat* hinting long ;
While hattlea there wliall multiply,
And great plenty of lieaatM shall die.
They that lie horn that day, 1 ween.
They ahull lie atrnng each one and keen ;
He ahall he found that atealcth might;
Though thou be uick, thou dieat not.
The year 1866 was the year of the Aus
tro-Prussian war, a year of disastrous gales
and a year of cattle plague. Again, in
1871, Christmas Day fell on Monday. The
twelvemonth following that day saw us
with cattle plague in the north and some
great storms ; but as to “ battles ” we
must go back a few months in 1871 for the
capitulation of Paris and the conflict with
the Commune. We have just had a Mon
day Christmas for the third time within a
dozen years. t ,
Lumps in Udders.
Take poke root and chop it up fine and
beat it into pumice; take a teacupful and
put it in a quart of inoal, and feed to a cow
whose udder has lumps in it, and they are
removed at once. The remedy is infallible.
iun you vegTil.
“Chillun !” sez T ANARUS; “you’d better say a
whole litter. Now, Miss Jones, I luv Sal,
you no, kttd have tried to make her a good
husband but call this a scaly trick, and if
there’s any law in this country 1 in goin*
to see if a woman ken have thribbs, ami
make a man take keer uv ’em. I ain’t
goin’ to begin to do it." sea 1.
With that she luffed lit to kill herself,
and made all sorts uv fun uv mo, and sed
enny other man would lie proud to be in
my shoes. I told her I'd sell out mitcy
cheap if ennybody wanted to take my
place.
Well, the upshort uv it was that she per
suaded me that I was rong, and got me to
go into the room where they all wiis,
When 1 got in, Sal looked so luven at me,
and reached out her little hands so much
like a poor doer little child, that I forgot
everything hut my luv for her, and folded
her up gently to my hart like a preshus
tresure, and felt like I didn't care ef she
had two and forty of ’em. Jist then num
ber wmi set up a whine like a young pup,
and all the hallense follered.
Them tribbles noed their daddy !
Well, everything was made up, and Sal
promised she wud never do it again; and
sense then I hev bin at work sertin—work
in’ all day to make make bread for them
thribbs, and bizzy nussin’ uv ’em at nite.
The fact is, cf ! didn’t hev a mitcy good
constitushcn, I'd had to give in long ago.
Number wun has the cpllick, and he wakes
up number two, and he wakes up number
three—and so it goes, and keeps me Ilyin’
about all the time, a-tryin’ to keep 'em
quiet.