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A Mouth Carolina Trip.
Hartw ell, Sept. 4,1877.
Editors Sun : I beg indulgence in your
paper, of a few brief remarks on a very
pleasant trip I have just taken to Due
West, S. C. Several of our fair readers,
I doubt not will be greatly interested in
anything appertaining to Due West, as it
is the location of their Ahna .Voter, and
association of ideas brings up many pleas
ant remembrances of the happy, happy
school days spent in that seat of learning.
On Friday, 25th August, we started for
Due West That night we arrived at
vndesville, S. C., where we spent a very
asant night. This place has been at a
stand still for the last 15 years, yet its cit
izens are not at all lacking in hospitality,
and know exactly how to prepare a dish to
suit a Georgian. While in this place we
heard several compliments passed on your
Sun. Among others a Charleston drum
mer remarked that it was the spiciest and
neatest sheet he had seen. He informed
us that he was taking one copy, and, after
learning that its senior editor was a man of
a family, observed that he believed he
would take another. It's a great thing 'to
be a man of a family.
The question of the construction of a
railroad between Dorn's Mine, Abbeville
County, to Anderson, is now agitated at
that place, and considerable energy and
enthusiasm is prevalent. If this road is
built, Lowndesville will yet be a consider
able place. There will be a meeting here
on the Bth September to discuss the expe
diency of its construction. On the same
day, there will be a match game of base
ball between Ruckersvillc and Lowndes
ville. The latter is the challenging party.
On the morn of the 2Gth, Aurora dis
closed a beautiful day, and wc renewed our
journey for Due West. During the day,
we passed througn a very fine section of
country, and the crops, which until 4 or 5
weeks ago were never more promising, are
now wittering under the scorching rays of
the suiv. This drouth, I learn, is not con
fined to that part of the country through
wliich I passed simply, but to a large part
of the State. In some localities the crops
are reduced one-third, and in others even
one-half. We arrived safe in Due West
that night. This is a beautiful little town
of from five to six hundred inhabitants.
Within it are situated two Colleges. These
command very fine talent in the selection
of their faculties. The Male or Erskine
College is maintained by the Reformed
Presbyterian Church in a system of en
dowments, which now amount to $60,000.
When it reaches SIOO,OOO, tuition will then
be free, as the interest on that amount will
pay Professors. There are connected with
the College two literary societies, which
add greatly to the merit of the institution.
During last year, attendance has been
small, owing to political excitement, but
the prospects for another year are very en
couraging. The Female College is in a
very prosperous condition, and its indica
tions for another year are much more bat
tering than the male. I noticed on a pro
gramme for last Commencement, that out
of a class of thirteen young ladies nine
States of the Union were represented.
Few colleges can boast as much. And
again, board is very cheap. Rooms furn
isned with fuel and washing, sls. With
these inducements, and judging from the
manner a graduate of this institution can
entertain a fellow, it seems to me that this
is the best place to send your daughters.
Your writer does not like to acknowledge
the fact that he is flexible in disposition,
yet he must confess that he was so
upon by the Ladies and the intelligence c!
the place, that he is at present in a very
unsettled state of mind, and cannot decide
whether he will return here or patronize
the institutions of his own State. And I
noticed that even here, where these two
bright luminaries of civilization and re
finement have been constantly burning for
near a quarter of a century, the bright
rays of The Sun are shed in all their ef
fulgence.
My pen cannot bear sufficient eulogium
to the citizens of Due IV est. I forbear any
personalities, yet I must say that m Due
West arc the most splendid set of young
gentlemen and most fascinating young la
dies it has ever been the pleasure of your
writer to meet. This must be attributable
to its institutions ; so let us patronize them.
Max.
Frenaled Women Killing liable* at a
Campmectln*:.
Lancaster (S. C.) Ledger. August 29.
YVe are credibly informed, though with
out details, that on Sunday last three in
fant negro children were killed at the ne
gro campineeting at Steele Hill, in upper
Lancaster, by being stamped and rolled
upon by shouting women. Strange to say,
too, these tragic proceedings took place
not under the arbor where the main crowd
was gathered, but off a little way in tents,
no two deaths occurring in the same tent
either. These circumstances throw around
this extraordinary occurrence a horrible
suspicion of murder under the guise of re
ligion. As far as we have particulars it
appears that a number of women were
carried from the arbor to tents in a very
excited state, and that after being placed
in the tents where the children were these
tragic scenes were enacted.
Later information states that two of the
children were killed almost instantly,
while the third one is alive, but with its
back broken and many other bodily inju
ries. and is expected to die. This place,
Steele Hill, was the scene of some ugly
rioting during a camp meeting there one
year ago. and we think it is now time for
some legal proceedings to be instituted
against somebody.
“ Necessity is the mother of invention.”
Last week one of the upper Long Caneites
pulled off his drawers, tied the legs to
gether and thus improvised a bag for car
rving home a lot oi blue plums. —Abbeville
Medium.
VOL. II—NO. 3.
A Talk'willi llrlhitm’
£li Per Iritis in S'etc Toi k Sun.
While in Salt Lake in .Tune, I spent four
afternoons with Hrigham Young. As l bad
written the life of Artetuus Ward and had
reproduced engravings of his old Mormon
panorama, the prophet took a great deal of
interest in me and talked with me without
reserve for hours. The last afternoon Jno.
W. Young. Brigham’s favorite son and
successor, called with a carriage and took
myself and wife to the Lion House, where
we saw the inner life of the prophet and
talked with his wives and children.
As these are. perhaps, the last conversa
tions had with Brigham Young. I thought
them of so much value that I was writing
them out to be published in book form,
when the telegraph came announcing the
prophet’s death.
I now send them to the Sun.
“I’m seventy-six to-day," said the pro
phet. one afternoon, “and I think 1 am
good for ten years more. Don’t you think
so?”
I looked President Young in the face
then and made up my mind that he w r as
liable to die at any time. His physique,
once powerful, looked rickety, and his flesh
was flabby, while his mind was very active
and his eyes had an unnatural brilliancy.
His mind bad outlived his body. The ex-
Fosureson the plains, the expulsions from
llinois and Missouri, and the physical
hardship he had encountered had used up
the framework around a great and active
mind. In person he was a giant. His face
was blandly florid and his hair and full
beard silver white. With his clean white
tie he looked like a retired Methodist min
ister.
“ Mr. Young,” I said, as we sat talking
with Hiram Clawson and John W. in the
group, “I should like to hear something of
vour early history. I should like to hear
it from your own lips.”
“ Hut I never talk about myself, Eli. I
never—”
“I know it, Mr. Young,” I interrupted.
“ but I want to hear something about your
early youth from your own lips.”
“How far shall I commence bnck?”
asked the prophet.
“ As far as you can remember.”
“ Well,” said the prophet, as he leaned
forward w’ith his elbow on his knee, and
the palm of his band against one side of
his face, “ I was born up in Vermont 76
years ago. My grandfather Young was a
physician. He was in the French w’ars.
out was killed by a rail falling on him after
the war. I had one uncle, Joseph, who
died in Canada. My father, John Young,
lived in Massachusetts first, then went to
Vermont, where I was born. Father
moved into New York State, the town of
Smyrna. Chenango county, thirty miles
south of Utica. When 1 was about 20
years -dd father moved to Otsego lake, near
Aubir i. I never had much schooling—
only a few months each winter at the dis
trict schools. When I was 21 I learned
the painters’ and glaziers’ trade.”
“ Could you work at your trade now?”
I asked.
“ Certainly. I can work at both trades,
farming and painting and glazing. I can
turn as slick a furrow as any farmer around
Salt Lake. And as for glazing, why I put
in all the glass in our first Mormon temple
at Kirtland with my own hand.” and the
prophet rubbed his silkly palms together
as he thought of the work they had once
done.
My mother.” continued the prophet,
“ was Nabby Howe. I had four brothers
and six sisters. I was the youngest but
one. My first wife was Miss Miriam
Works, by whom I have two daughters,
now living, both members of the Mormon
Church. My first wife died in Mcndon.
Monroe county, New York, of consump
tion. One of my daughters, by Miriam,
married a relative of Col. Ellsworth, and
the other married Charles Decker.”
“ When did you first hear of Mormon
ism ?” I asked the prophet.
“ Well, my brother Joseph was a Meth
odist preacher. I used to be skeptical,
but I became converted, and was ordained
an elder in the Methodist Church. Then I
put my two children in the care of friends,
sold my property, and went to preaching.”
“ Had you heard of Joseph Smith and
Mormonism then ?”
“ No ; but when I was 20 years old—this
was in 1827, and I was living on Otsego
lake—l picked up a Palmyra newspaper
one day, and read this paragraph :
“ A young man named Joseph Smith,
formerly of Palmyra, but now living in
Manchester, N. Y., claims to have receiv
ed a spiritual revelation from God. They
say a messenger from God has visited Smith
in person, surrounded by a halo of glory,
and given him information in regard to the
aboriginal prophets of this continent. The
angel delivered to Smith six golden plates,
engraved with Egyptian characters. These
characters, when translated, go to show
that Jesus Christ, after his resurrection,
appeared on this continent, had American
apostles and prophets, and that one of
these prophets wrote an account of Christ’s
acts in America and hid it in the earth.”
“ Has this account of Christ's doings in
America after his resurrection in the Holy
Land ever been published?” I asked.
“ Yes; this account is in the book of
Mormon. It has been published in six
languages.”
“ What did you do after reading this
paragraph about Joseph Smith?”
“I went to Manchester to see him. I
had many talks with him, and I was per
suaded that Brother Joseph really saw the
angel and the plates just as he represented.”
“ How did he represent the scene and
plates?”
“YVell, Brother Joseph said that three
years before, when he was 18 years old an
angel came to him while he was praying.
It was on the night of Sept. 21st, 1823.
This angel was beautiful, like all angels.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, ,1877.
Hrother Joseph was in Maichester then.
The angel informed him that the second
coming of Christ was at hand, and that he
wanted Joseph to prepare the way for the
new dispensation?'’
“ What did Joseph do?”
“He was astounded, but continued to
wait a while. But. the angel appeared
again three times one night and told him
about the aboriginal inhabitants of Ameri
ca. ‘ Then,’ said Joseph, ‘the angel told
me about the plates on which were en
graven the acts and records of the ancient
American prophets.”
“ How did Joseph get the plates ?”
“ Well Hrother Joseph told me that on
the morning of Sept. 22, 1827, the same
angel conducted him to where the gold
plates were buried in the ground and de
livered them to him.”
“ Did you ever see the plates which the
angel gave to Joseph Smith?” I asked the
prophet
“ I never saw them personally, but oth
ers did.”
“ What became of them !”
“ Ob, they—they —they put ’em in the
ground again,” replied the prophet, as if
driven to the wall for an answer.
“Now,” said I. “Mr. Young, honestly,
do you believe all these angel-gold-plate
stories as told you by Joseph Smith?”
“ I tell you, Mr. Perkins, that there are
a great many true things In this wrorld that
you don’t understand about. Do you see
that pile of cord-wood ?”
“ Yes."
“Well that pjle of cordwood weighs a
ton. I place it*on this fire. Everything
that comes from it is lighter than air, and
when it is burnt up not fifty pounds of
ashes are left. Where does the 1.950
pounds go to ?”
“ Again. Do you see that steer feeding
in the lot there?"
“ Yes.”
“ Well,” said the prophet, “that, steer
weighs a thousand pounds. Now if I set
the dog on him and whip him, and then
weigh him when he's mad, he will gain
forty pounds—that, is, he’ll weigh 1,040
pounds, instead of 1,000 pounds. Now,
where docs the extra forty pounds come
from ?”
“ I don’t know. Where do you think ?”
“ Why, from that cord of wood, sir !”
I found afterward that this idea of ask
ing counter questions was one of the dodges
of Brigham Young when questioned too
close about his religion.
** To go on with your early history, Mr.
Young, what was the first connection be
tween you and Joseph Smith ?” 1 asked.
“ Well, Joseph’s discovery made him a
great many enemies. He was slandered
around Manchester. They called him cra
zy. Then they assaulted him. Finally,
on the Gth of April, 18.30. Joseph had be
lievers enough around him to establish a
church. This he did in Fayette, Seneca
county, near Seneca Falls. This church
prospered. Other churches were founded
in New York, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Indi
ana. and more especially in Kirkland Ohio.
I went to Kirkland. There I met Brother
Joseph chopping in the woods. We had a
long talk. 1 was then more than overper
suaded that Joseph Smith w as a true proph
et. I told him that I had come to stay,
and that I would preach the new religion
as long as my expenses were paid.”
“ Did you preach much in Kirkland?”
“ Yes every winter, painting and glazing
in the summer. Sometimes I went off on
missionary work. As I said before, I
glazed and painted our Kirkland temple.”
When did you marry again?”
“ I married Mary Ann Angel of Rhode
Island, one of our converts in Kirkland.
We were married regularly by a clergy
man. We did not practice poligamy then.
Poligamy was established afterward by a
revelation of Joseph Smith in Nauvoo.”
“ How many children did you have by
your legitimate Kirkland wife?”
“We had five—Joseph A., who had
twelve children ; he is now dead ; Brigham
Young, Jr., with seventeen children now in
town ; Alice, who was one of Hiram Claw
son’s four wivtjs, now dead ; Mary Ann,
who married Geo. W. Thatcher ; and John
W„ here with us, now 30 years old,” and
the prophet pointed to a very handsome
young man, accomplished and refined, by
his side his favorite boy.
“John W., said Brigham,” has three
wives.”
Since the interview John YV„ has married
a fourth wife, the widow of his dead broth
er Joseph. John YV’s third wife was a
Miss Canfield of Philadelphia, a beautiful
young lady who came to Utah to visit her
cousin, John W’s first wife. \Y r hileon the
visit she fell in love with John W. and
married him. She is a woman of power,
and is the favorite wife of the man who is
to succeed Brigham Young in the Mormon
Presidency.
•“ Y\ T hen did you go to Nauvoo ?” I ask
ed the prophet.
“ I went there with Brother Joseph
about 1835. In a few years we became
very strong in Nauvoo. This made the
people jealous. YVe built a big temple,
but were prosecuted on every side. One
night a mob came over from Carthage, the
country seat, and threatened to kill us all.
Then tney arrested Brother Joseph, Broth
er Taylor, one of the best men now living
here, and Ilyrum Smith, and put them in
Carthage jail to be tried for treason.
While awaiting their trial—this was in 1844
—l5O roughs broke in and killed Brother
Joseph and Hyrum, but Brother Taylor
escaped.”
“ YY r hat did you do then ?”
“ YVell, Nauvoo had 15,000 Mormons.
YVe were rich, but our prophet was dead.
YVe had a million-dollar temple, and thou
sands of acres of beautiful land. But they
had killed our prophet, and kept on trying
to destroy us. The Carthage mob burned
our buildings. Gen. Ford said he could
not protect ns, and we had to leave our
homes. We sacrificed our immense prop
erty, and in 1846 we got together 1,000
wagons and started for the far W’est. 1
was chosen President to lead our people
forth. My idea was to go a thousand miles
beyond any settlement, and open up anew
country.”
“ How came you to think of Utah ?”
“ Well, we read in Fremont's explora
tions, where he spoke of a great salt lake
in the middle of a fertile plain. We deter
mined to go to that snot and wc did it.
We traveled a thousand miles over an al
kali country. We wore pioneers. There
had never been a stage coach over the coun
try. W r e didn't even have an Indian
trail.”
“ When did you arrive in Salt Lake?"
“ o.n the 24th of Julv. 1847, we defiled
down the sides of the Wasatch mountains,
and saw’ the plain of our new Jerusalem
spread out before us. I remember how we
all sang hallilujah—how we screamed and
dancod with joy when we came down into
the silent plain where you now’ see 40.000
people Then how we all went to work !
We hurried the seeds into the ground, but
on account of the poor irrigation, we failed
to get good crops tho first year. The
next year we did better. And so we went
on increasing till now we are all rich and
prosperous.”
“ flow fast have you increased?”
“In 1849 we had 12.000 people. Then
the gold fever set in in California. There
was a great rush for the Golden State, and,
as the pioneers all had to pass through Salt
Lake, we grew very rapidly. In 1850 we
became a Territory, and President Fill
more appointed me Governor. I was Gov
ernor for eight years. Our people have
been doubling once in six years, and we
now’ have 150,000 Mormons—all happy and
contented.”
Jonea' Chill.
lie was dry—hadn’t been so dry Rince
the strike, but there was no saloon close
bv. and he had passed the last drug store.
He knew Mrs. J. had a little old llennes
sy about the house that she put in pud
dings and pies, and he sat down on the
door steps and wondered how he could
save it from being wasted in such fixings,
as economy was his motto.
He looked up nt the dog star, the alioth
and the milk maid’s path, hut they were
silent and ’tending strictly to business. A
scheme finally dawned upon him, and lie
opened the door and felt his way back to
the ice cooler, got up in a chair and fished
out a piece of icc, buttoned up his coat and
turned up the collar. Then he staggered
up stairs, ice in hand, and met Mrs. Jones.
“ What’s the matter, Jones —been drill
ing?” “ No.” said Jones, with a sigh and
a shiver. “Caucus?” “ No, no caucus.”
“Another strike?” “No—chill,” said
Jones, as he sank into a chair and slipped
the ice into bis coat pocket. “ Feel that
band.” “Oh my!” and she shuddered.
Then she got a blanket and put over him,
and said she would make him some hot tea.
As she started for the kitchen Jones call
ed her back, and with a sigh, suggested if
there was a little alcohol nbout the house
it would be better. There wasn't a bit,
but she had a little brandy for cooking pur
poses. Jones gave a shake, and said it
would answer if she bad a little hot water
and sugar to make it palatable. They were
on band in two minutes, and while site pull
ed olfhis boots and wrapped the blanket
around his feet, Jones mixed his toddy and
shivered. He felt better afterwards, though
be made up a terrible face when be emp
tied the bottle, and told Mrs, Jones that
she had saved his life. He retired ten min
utes afterward singing,
“ There’s a land that is fairer than day.”
Jonh Billina*' Prayer.
Fromtumeny friends, and from things
at luce ends, Good Lord deliver us.
From wife who don't luv us, and from
children who don’t look like us, Good Lord
deliver us.
From snaix in the grass, from snaix in
our butes, from torch-light processions,
and all new rum. Good Lord deliver us.
From pack peddlers, yung folks in luv,
from old ants without money, from koler
amorbus, Good Lord deliver us.
From welth without charitec, from pride
without sense, from pedigree worn out. and
from all rich relations, Good Lord deliver
us.
From nusepaper sels, and from pils that
ain't fisik, from females who faint, and from
men who flatter, Good Lord deliver us.
From virture without fragrance, from
butter smells, from nigger kamp meetings
and from kats that are coarting, Good
Lord deliver us.
From old folks’ sekrets and from our
own. from megiums and wimmin komroit
teee, Good Lord deliver us.
From pollyticians who pra and from
saints who tipple, from ri koffi, red herren,
and all grass widders, Good Lord deliver
us.
From folks who won’t laff, and from them
who giggle, from tite butes, easy virtue,
and ram mutton, Good Lord deliver us.
Funny Hcene In the Virginia Conven
tion.
Avery funny passage occurred during
the morning. Mr. Hinton alluded to a
man in front of him as a “•miserable dog.”
The gentleman indicated arose and wanted
to know why he should be called a dog?
Mr. Hinton—You called me a liar, |ir.
The gentleman—l beg your pardon, sir;
indeed. I did not.
Mr. Hinton—l was within the sound of
your voice.
The gentleman—You are mistaken. I
said the 20th of July.
This was the key to the difficulty. Mr.
Hinton thereupon made a graceful anQ am
ple apology.
WHOLE NO. 56.
WUrherafl ami UhMto.
M las us. Editors : One might think
that in this enlightened and refined age,
witchcraft and ghosta were lost sight of.
Hut the following will show’ plainly other
wise. Being in company with several old
ladies sometime since, the conversation
turned on witchcraft, and tho writer
avowed his disbelief in witchcraft, conjur
ing, ghosta, Ac., at which all the old ladien
became indignant, as the following dia
logue will fully show :
Mrs. M.—A good many years ago, wo
had a mighty nice red, roae-comu, ten
toed, featner-lrgged, rumples*. Hrainah,
Fried land, game rooster. Old Met Snipes
saw it and wanted it; but I told her it was
all I had and could not spare it. She got
mad. and said that I had netter let her hare
it. But I didn’t. The next night he took
the diddles, and he out dnneeu any negro
you ever saw shuttle at a corn-all licking,
and in two days he jumped up high, squall
ed and fell dead right in the yaru!
Mrs. S. —You remember that half-moon
turkey-hen of mine? Well, Bob McUluver
said lie intended to take her home and keep
her; kilt I would not let him have her.
He goLtnad and whispered to himself, ami
I do upieve he was right then talking to
the <]MU ; for in two days my turkey-hen
took sick and pranced about for three
woeks without food or drink. One day
she pointed her hill right at the north star
and hollered “ ke-oueh ! ke-oueh !” one
hundred nd eighty-nine timoa, and fell
dead.
Mrs. W.—You all knew ny old Hrindlo
as well as 1 did. She gave two gallons of
milk all through the day as often as you
would milk her. Old Jinny Mays wanted
her, but I told her it would break us up.
and 1 could not let her go. She said 1 had
better, for she would do me no more good ;
but she did not get her. In two days
Hrindlo would jump a ten rail fence like a
dbT and qover touch it, and her milk was
all solid blood. 1 was acquainted a little
with witches, so I milked a gallon of blood
and put it in anew pot and set it on tho
fire, ami as it begnn to boil I began to whin
it with a twisted hickory. It boiled and I
whipped, and I whipped and it boiled. It
boiled and foamed, and I whipped and
snorted, until it quit. After Hint Brindlc’s
milk was all right. The day after I whip
ped the pot, I went to old Jinny's, and poor
old soul, she was cut all to smash with a
hickory. 1 told her about Hrindle; but
she had nothing at all to say. 1 tell you it
takes smarter men than any about here to
make me believe that there are no witches
or ghosts either; for I believe in both, so
1 do.
Mrs. C.—Well, I can tel! a tale that no
one hardly will believe. After my old
man, John, was dead about a year, some
noise waked me one night, and as sure as
lam alive it was John. Said he, ** Bet
tie, don’t be atraid, for I won’t hurt you.”
He looked mighty ugly, I tell you, all clad
in his grave clothes. His eyes were as
large as a saucer and as red as blood, with
a black spot the size of an apple in the
middle. 1 could even see the scar on his
left cheek where 1 had bit him with the
shovel. I know it was John, for he talked
just like him. and smelt like an old pipe.
1 tell you I was mighty scared—every hair
on my head felt like it would make a good
knitting-needle, if it had been short enough.
After lie had been there some time, lie
said : “Take care of yourself, Hettic,”and
he went off like lightning.
Mrs. D.—l can tell a stranger talc than
that. You know my son, Sam? Sam is a
very sober boy, and seldom drinks any
liquor at nil, and Sam was dead sober.
He said as ho was coming through that big
woods by Mr. Snipes’, be saw something
twenty feet high and as black as a crow.
He said it looked like a sheep, blowed like
a goose, and sat down like a dog. Sam is
a truthful boy, and will not lie.
Mrs. ll.—You all have told several
strange tales; but I can beat them all
easily. I went one morning to old Aunt
Mollie G.'s, and she was milking in a sifter
—the very one she sifts meal through, and
she saved all the rnilk too. Now, whether
this was witchcraft, or interference by
ghosts, or the works of the devil, I can’t
tell which; but it was tho truth every
word of it.
With such an accumulation of evidence
against me, I left the old ladies, thinking
they would be hard to convince.
Silver Bullet.
A Kovel Remedy AynliiNt llorew.
One of the ex-officers of South Carolina,
among the sundry charges of his office, had
“ one chignon.” The Charleston Newt
and Courier makes this explanation for
him :
“YVe have it however, upon good au
thority, that there was nothing criminal
even in this apparent stretch of the privi
lege of furnishing an office. Mr. Leslie
was notoriously industrious, impatient ob
servant and inventive. In the first days
of his occupancy of his luxurious office Fie
was excessively annoyed by the interrup
tion of callers, to gratify whose idle curi
osity he was obliged to leave his work.
Walking down the street one day, a well
dressed female figure in a store door
caught his eye, and wondering why the
lady tarried so long, he approached and
discovered that the figure was a dummy.
He passed on, meditating first about the
figure, then, by a natural association of
ideas, to women in general, and next about
the politeness of southerners to women,
and just here an original idea struck him.
he was sure that no one, at least no south
erner, would attempt to interrupt him
while he seemed to be talking to a woman.
If a quick-sighted New Yorker could mis
take a dummy' for a lady, why should not
other people? No sooner thought than
done. The figure was made and placed in
his office. Leslie worked with his back
to the door and his face to the figure. Peo
ple came, looked, and waited, and walked
away. The thing acted like a charm, and
the few cents for calico, buttons, hooks
and eyes, and a chignon were amply repaid
by the saving in the valuable time of the
land commissioner.”
On next Friday afternoon the Elberton
and Abbeville colored base-ball clubs will
fight at this place for the champion belt.—.
Abbeville Medium . YVhat a stomach that
bolt will have !