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RAILROAD MEETING.
NynopoU mt Hon. Win. r. Bn*n' El*.
Mpcrrh.
Before the adjournment of the Hart
County Agricultural Society on Sales
day, 7th inst., on motion, the meeting
resolved itself into a railroad meeting,
Hon. F. B. Hodges in the chair.
Hon. Wm. F. Bowers being called
upon for a speech, the following Is a
synopsis of his remarks j
Gentlemen : It has been at my in
stance that this meeting has been call
ed, and in my own imperfect and ram
bling way, I want to make a few re
marks. I think I can tell you all I
waut to in thirty minutes. [A voice :
You shall have as much time as yon
want—all day if necessary.] I recol
lect in 1850, or thereabouts, I attended
a railroad meeting at Madison Springs
in the interest of the old Air Line
Railroad; there were not as many
present at that meeting as are here to
day. There was no interest manifested
there, except on the part of a few ;
nothing said particularly that showed
much interest in the enterprise, and
what was said was in a sort of random
way. The whole thing was then treat
ed rather as a burlesque, because the
whole project seemed too far off, and to
all present to be impossible ever to
accomplish. lam one that believes in
this kind of doctrine: that there is a
kind of glory that attends all commend
able enterprises; there is a milieuium
glory, religiously speaking, that is
promised to the world, and by the
proper sort of energy in such things
the rewards and the fruits of the same
are reaped by all those engaged in the
work. Just so in regard to ever}’ little
interest—every commendable interest
that men and women are called upon to
engage in live and reach their millen
iutn. You may apply it to human gov-'
ernment over the civilized world—to the
agricultural interest—to navigating the
world by land and by sea; also in cor
respondence—that thing of men and
women talking to each other at a great
distance by telegraph has about reach
ed its millenium.
The idea that I want to direct your
attention to, is the possibility of add
ing to the means of transportation in
Ilart County. If you were at Toccoa,
you could talk at a distance to your
friends—or wherever the means exist.
I want the time to come when Hart
well, the County site of Hart County—
when you, the citizens of this place,
will make yourselves the door neigh
bors of the world ; it is just with yon
whether it shall be so or not. You may
talk about men not acting unless they
are impelled by personal interest —
wrought on by personal interest! but
if I know anything of Bible doctrine,
this is a mistake; for there is a prin
ciple outside of personal interest or
selfish motives that men and women
can be made to act regardless of their
personal or present interest; they are
and can be brought to that. It was
that principle that brought the Son of
God from Heaven to earth. I believe
that same spirit may be implanted in
the human heart and cause a man to go
outside of that circle that looks only to
individual interest. I believe that if a
man lives that keeps an eye single to
the general good of the whole commun
ity in which he lives, that by so doing
he is only taking care of his own inter
est, and it will redound to his prosperi
ty fourfold. That is a principle that is
true and is a doctrine taught in the
Bible. Then let us sacrifice personal
considerations, and let us arise above
them; it is the liberty of men and
women thus to do.
I have heard people talking about
this Railroad. They say “ Old Rill
Rowers has a few acres of land, and he
wants to help his land and enhance its
value, that’s all he’s after 1” 1 tell you
this is a mistake; I would be for a
Railroad if I had not an acre of land
in the world. I see there is great good
to be effected by it. It is within the
reach—the grasp of the people of Hart
County to have a Railroad to their
County town. You can have it, or not
have it, just as you desire.
I know our little Elberton ridge road
is the subject all over the country of
butts and amusement, and is ridiculed
by a great many—
Is llamp. Skelton in the house ? if
not you had better call him. [Laughter.]
Vain is it for men to oppose the pro
gress of these things ; it is people that
make places—it is people that make
nations. You talk about great and dis
tinguished places at the North and
Northwest—great places, cities and
counties—but I tell you, let the men
and women of Ilart County resort to
all the commendable means within their
reach, and *hc time will come when if
VOL. II—NO. 38.
will be said—Hart County is a great
1 place. I feel it—l believe it.
As you admit, our road will be a suc-
I cess—will be built; but I fear not in
time enough to carry off the next crop
of cotton. I don’t want my tongue to
be stilled, or my pulse cease to beat
until my County town is connected
with this road, and has a railroad of
her own; and just as long as there is
one ray of hope lain going to fight, to
struggle, to rally, and do all I can for
it. lam looking out for my County’s
good, and especially my County town.
I am desirous to see the accomplish
ment of these noble ends, and I believe
I will live to see the day when our lit
tle Railroad is completed.
If you here at Hartwell will help us
a little—just give our Road SSO0 —I’ll
pledge my honor to make every dollar
back that is given ; and if it goes over
SSOO, I do not care.
The branch road can be surveyed and
graded at an expense of SIO,OOO, and
I believe that $15,000 to $20,000 will
grade and put down the crossties—
make it ready for the iron.
Give us your influence, my friends,
and let this Road be built.
Motion was made and carried, that
at some future day, not far distant, the
citizens of the County be called to
gether for the purpose of providing
ways and means, and considering the
feasibility of building a branch road
from Hartwell to the Elberton Road.
The meeting then adjourned.
C. IV. Seidell, Secretary.
Gen. Jos, E. Johnston and Hon. Jas. J.
Turnbull.
Toccoa Herald.
Turnbull tells this good joke on him
self, which he declares actually happen
ed ou last Tuesday evening. Turnbull
was on the up Atlanta passenger train,
discovered a nice looking old gentleman
in the car and Jim concluded to find
him out. “ You arc a drummer I pre
sume, sir ?” said Jim. “No, sir,” was
the reply. “ Then perhaps you are
connected with the mining interest in
North Georgia ?” “ Not at all,” said
the old gentleman. “Do you live in
Georgia” queried Jim, for by this time
he had become determined to find out
something about the nice old gentleman.
“I do not,” he replied. “ Then, sir,
will you excuse the question, and allow
me to ask you where you live ?” “ Cer
tainly, sir; Richmond, Va., is my
home.” Turnbull had. as yet literally
found out nothing, and yet he had
asked more than a dozen questions,
looking to that point. He changed his
tactics a little and thought he would
flatter the old man into telling him, so
he remarked : “Now stranger, I do not
wish to flatter you ; but you remind me
me of General Johnston.” “ That is
my name,” said the gentleman. “Is
this General Joseph E. Johnston ?”
“They call me,General, sir.” “Well,”
said Turnbull, “ I surrendered in your
army.” “ No, sir; j’ou are mistaken
about that,” replied the General; “my
men did not surrender ; I did that my
self.” Turnbull then proposed to get
down on his knees and apologize for
his impertinence, but the General
laughed it off, and would have no such
humility from an old “ Banks County
Guard.”
A teamster in Pmreka, Nev., persist
ed in using a particularly vicious mule,
and for the following reason : “ I used
to have a sweetheart back in Injiany
that I was orful gone on, and this yere
mule has so many pints in common
that my heart just yearns over her.
She were as likely a gal as ever run
barefooted in a corn field, but she were
too obstinate to enjoy good health.
She’d look you right smiling in the eye,
and you’d think thar were more sugar
in her nor in a New Orleans merlasses
hogshead, but if you laid yer band on
her onexpected like, she’d kick the
breeching all to flinders in less than a
minute. That’s just the way with that
mule: but you get into a place whar
the mud’s deep, and the rest of the
team kerflummixed, and call onto her
for assistance, and blast my eyes if she
won’t pull herself clear out of her hide
to help you out of your trouble. That
were the very way with Nancy, and I
keep the mule outer love for that gal.’
Ale was known as a beverage at least
,404 rears before Christ.
A DOG’S VENGEANCE.
I w’as always fond of dogs. Gold
smith, in his beautiful style, makes a
touching and eloquent plea for the dog,
where, in alluding to a sort of mania
for dog killing, which prevailed at the
time of which he speaks, in conse
quence of an unreasonable apprehen
sion of the spread of hydrophobia, he
says, among other fine things, that the
dog is the only animal which will leave
its own kind voluntarily to follow man.
It is true, and the truth should bind
man to be the dog's protector and
friend.
An American brig on one of her
voyages, had on board a splendid speci
men of the Newfoundland breed, named
Napoleon, and his magnificent size and
proportion, his intelligent head, broad,
white chest, white feet and white-tipped
tail, the rest of his glossy body being
black, made him as beautiful as his
peerless namesake, who no doubt would
have been proud to possess him. lie
was owned by a man named Lancaster,
who was naturally enough extremely
fond of him. The captain, however,
was not partial to animals of any kind,
and had an unaccountable and especial
dislike to dogs, so much so indeed, as
if all his ancestors had died of hydro
phobia, and he dreaded to be bitten like
his unfortunate predecessors. This
dislike he oue day manifested in a most
shocking manner, for as Napoleon had
several times entered his room, and by
wagging his great banner of a tail
knocked paper and ink off his desk,
on the next occasion the captain seized
a knife and cut half the poor animal’s
tail off. The dog’s yell brought his
master to the spot, and seeing the ca
lamity and the author of it without a
moment's hesitation he felled the cap
tain to the cabin floor with a sledge
hammer blow, which, had it hit the
temple, would forever have prevented
the captain from cutting off any' more
dog’s tails. The result was that Lan
caster was put in irons, from which,
however, he was soon released. The
captain partly repented his cruel deed,
on learning that Napoleon had once
saved the owner’s life.
The white shark, as all my nautical
friends arc well aware, is one of the
very largest of sharks. It averages
more than twenty feet, and I have seen
lone twenty-seven and a half feet long.
It is generally considered to be the
fiercest and most formidable of all
i sharks.
But a few days elapsed after the ca
' tastrophe of poor Napoleon ere he be-
I came the hero of a most thrilling oc
currence, the very thought of which has
often thrilled me with horror. During
the interval the noble beast was not at
all backward in exhibiting his wrath at
the captain by low growls when he ap
! proached. In vain did his master,
! fearful for the life of his dog, essay to
check these signs of his anger. The
! captain, however, made the allowance
he should, and offered no further harm
to him.
One morning, as the captain was
standing on the bowsprit, he lost his
footing and fell overboard, the brig
then running about ten knots.
“ Man overboard ! The captain over
board !” was the cry, and all rushed to
get out the boat as they saw the swim
mer striking out for the brig, which was
at once rounded to; and as they lelt
especially apprehensive on account of
the white sharks in those waters, they
regarded his situation with the most
painful solicitude. By the time the
boat touched the water their worst fears
were realized, for at some distance be
yond the swimmer they beheld a white
shark advancing upon him.
“ Hurry! hurry! men! or we shall
bo too late !” shouted the mate. “What’s
that!” he exclaimed.
The splash which caused this inquiry
was occasioned by the plunge of Na
poleon into the sea, the noble animal
having been watching the cause of the
tumult from the bow of the vessel. He
had noticed the captain’s fall and the
shout, and for a few moments bad vent
ed his feelings in deep growls, as if
conscious of the peril of his late
enemy, and gratified at it. Ilis growls,
however, were soon changed into those
whines of sympathy which so often
show *bc attachment of to man,
HARTWELL, GA„ WEDNESDAY. MAY 15, 1878,
when the latter is in danger. At last
he plunged into the water, rapidly mak
ing his way to the now nearly exhaust
ed captain, who aware of his double
dauger, and being but a passable swim
mer, made fainter and fainter strokes,
while his adversary closed rapidly upon
him.
“ Pull boys, for dear life !” shouted
the mate, as the boat now followed the
dog, whose huge limbs propelled him
gallantly to the scene of danger.
Slowly the fatigued swimmer made
his way, while ever and anon his head
sank in the waves, and behind him the
back of the voracious animal told what
fearful progress he was making, while
Lancaster, in the bow of the boat, stood
i with a knife in his upraised hand,
| watching alternately the captain and
his pursuer, and the faithful animal who
! had saved his own life.
“ What a swimmer!” exclaimed the
men who marked the speed of the
splendid animal. “The shark will have
! one or both if we don’t do our best .’’
The scene was of short duration.
Ere the boat could overtake the dog the
enormous shark was within three boats’
length of the captain, and had sudden
-1 ly turned over on his back, prepatory
; to darting on the sinking man, and re
i ceiving him in his vast jaws, which now
! displayed their rows of long tri-angu
lar teeth.
The wild shriek of the captain an
nounced that the crisis had come. But
now Napoleon, inspired with increased
strength, had also arrived, and witli a
fearful howl leaped upon tho gleaming
belly of the shark, and buried bis tooth
in the monster’s flesh, while the boat
swiftly neared them.
“ Saved! if we’re half ns smart as
that dog is !” cried the mate, us nil saw
the voracious monster shudder in the
sea, and, smarting with pain, turn over
again, the dog retaining bis hold and
becoming submerged in the water.
At this juncture the boat arrived, and
Lancaster, his knife in his teeth, plung
ed into the water where the captain had
also now sunk from view. But a few
moments elapsed ere the dog rose to
the surface, and soon after Lancaster
rose with the insensible form of the
captain.
“ Full them in and give me an oar!”
cried the mate, “ for that fellow is pre
paring for another launch.”
His orders were obeyed, and the sec
ond onset of the marine monster was
foiled by the mate’s splashing water in
his eyes, as he came again, and but a
few minutes too late to snap off the
captain's legs, while his body was
drawn into the boat.
Foiled a second time, the shark pass
ed the boat, plunged, and was seen no
more, but left a track of blood on the
surface of the water, a token of the
severity of his wounds from Napoleon.
The boat was now pulling toward the
brig, and not many hours elapsed be
fore the captain was on deck again,
feeble from his efforts, but able to ap
preciate the services of our canine hero,
and most bitterly to lament, his own
cruel act, which had mutilated him for
ever.
“ I would give my right arm!” ex
claimed the captain, as he patted the
Newfoundland who stood by his side,
“if I could only repair the injury I
have done to that noble fellow. Lan
caster, you are now fully avenged, and
so is he, arid a most Christian ven
geance it is, though my inhumanity
will be a source of grief to me as long
as I live.”
Such is Life.
Two years ago she graduated, and
her essay was upon “ The Glorious Fu
turc.” “ Let us strive to emulate the
examples of the nobility of past gen
erations,” she said, “and let our aspira
tions direct us toward the accomplish
ment of exalted deeds, and our reward
shall be given us in the True, the
Beautiful and the Good.” A few days
ago she was lying on the sofa reading
the last insipid novel; she had on an
old dress, her hair was uncombed and a
hole in the heel of herstockiug added to
her ludicrous appearance, while her
mother was out in the kitchen doing the
week’s washing, and calling in vain for
assistauco. The noble girl!
Read slowly and carefully.
FOB THE YOUNG PEOPLE.
They Didn’t Think.
Once a trap was baited
With a piece of cheese;
It tickled so a little mouse
It almost made him sneeze;
An old rat said, “ There’s dnuger,
Re earcfitl where you go !”
“ Nonsense !” said the other,
“ I don't think you know !”
So ho walked in boldly—
Nobody in sight ;
First he took n nibble,
Then he took a bite,
(’lose the trap together
Snapped quick us wink,
Catching mousey fast there,
‘Cause he didn’t think.
Once a little turkey,
Fond of her own way.
Wouldn’t ask the old ones
Where to go or slay ;
She said, “ l'in not a baby,
Hero I am half-grown ;
Surely I am big enough
To run about alone !’’
Oil' she went, but somebody
Hiding saw her pass ;
Soon like snow her feathers
Covered all the grass.
So she made a supper
For a sly young inink.
'Cause she was so headstrong.
That she wouldn't think.
Once there was a robin,
Lived outside the door,
Who wanted to go inside
And hop upon the Moor.
“ No, no,” said the mother,
*• You must stay with me ;
Little birds are safest
Sitting in a tree,”
“ I don’t care,” said Robin,
And gave his tail a fling,
“ 1 don’t think the old folks
Know quite everything.”
Down he Hew and kitty seized him,
Before ho had time to blink.
“ Oh,” he cried. “ Pin sorry,
But 1 didn't think.”
Now, my little children,
You who read this song.
Don't you see what trouble
Comes from thinking wrong?
And can’t you take a warning
..From then dreadful Ini-
Who began Incirtnniking
When it was too late?
Don't think there’s always safety
AVliere no dauger shows.
Don't suppose yon know more
Than anybody knows;
But when you’re warned of ruin,
Pause upon the brink.
And don’t go under headlong,
’Cause you didn't think.
l’lirehf Cary.
Short Sermons.
The man who penned the following
paragraph for the Methodist Recorder
left no margin for misapprehension as
to his opinion on the above subject:
“ The popular clamor for short ser.
mono,” lp * Kept up by u restless
class of young persons who are smarter
than their parents or pastors. They
get the fidgets, if a sermon reaches be
yond fifteen or twenty minutes. And
yet these same goslings of both gen
ders, when they come together in a so
cial party, or meet in the parlor, will
waste solid hours in the stupidest com
mon places. Their talk does not rise
to the dignity of conversation. It is
twaddle. It is nonsense from first to
last; it is worse than waste of time, of
life, of everything. But those gigglers,
from the goose pastures, presume to
know how long a minister should preach
and here and there the kind souled pas
tors accommodate their sermons to the
gosling taste. Let the pulpit have the
time to discuss the topics it undertakes ;
and let the discussion be so fresh, vig
orous and attractive as to arrest atten
tion from all who have heart and brain
to understand. For a goose in the pul
pit is worse than a gosling in the pew.”
The origin of “Mason and Dixon’s
line” is this: Charles Mason and Jere
miah Dixon, mathematicians and sur
veyors, were employed by Pennsylvania
and Maryland to determine the boundary
line between the two provinces. It is
not generally known that they set up at
every fifth mile a stone bearing the arms
of the Penn family on the northern side,
and those of Lord Raltimorc on the
southern side. Whether the stones are
still in existence is a matter of doubt.
A student saw a factory boy fishing
at the bridge (Athens) and said to him :
“ Adolescence, art thou not endeavor
ing to entice the finny tribe to engulph
their denticulated mouths on a barbed
hook, upon whose point is affixed a
dainty allurement ?” “ No, sir-ree,”
said the boy, “ I am fishing.”—Ogle
thorpe Echo.
Here is another awful conundrum:
What is the difference between the man
who has a weakness between the shoul
der-blades and the man who wants
Congress to vote him SIOO,OOO for ser
vices rendered during the war ? Now
listen to the answer: One has a lame
back and the other a back claim.
WHOLE NO. DO.
CONFIDING WOMAN ROBBED OF HER
GLORY.
Everybody has heard of Old Grimes,
the author of his own aute-inortem'eli'gy,'
commencing :
“ Old Grimes is dead, that good old inau,
\Vc ne'er shall see him moro
lie used to wear a long-tailed coal,
All buttoned down before.”
Now Old Grimes, liko Alas P. Yor
rick, was “ a mad wag,” and if he didn’t
pour a a flagon of Illieuish wine upon
the head of his grave digger, he once, on
a wager, with some of his bibulous com
panions, stole the robe do nuit off tho
back of the parson’s wife in the country
village where he lived. This was how
he won his bet: Knowing of the ab
sence of the venerable parson from borne,
he rode up at midnight on horseback to
the bedroom window of the parsonage,
and roused the good lady against whoso
peace of mind and property he lmd con
spired from her slumbers. He wanted
to know which house Hr. Johnson lived
in. The unsuspecting dame raised tho
window, thrust her head out to point
out the house, when Grimes seized tho
flowing robe from her person und roda
away in all the triumph of his wicked
ness.
A somewhat parallel case wherein
many gentle and unsuspecting women
have recently been shorn of their goods
and glory, has lately transpired in Potts
town, Pennsylvania, and very many of
the.fair dames and damsels of the place
been reduced to dismay and tears no less
piognant than those of the parson’s wife.
About the beginning of Lent two young
men made their appearance in Pottstowu
and announced that they were the solo
owners of a process for restoring brilli
ancy and softness to human hair, no
matter what its ng; and condition might
bo. Printed circulars were distributed
to every house in town, setting forth the
merits of the process and naming a very
low price for the magic service. Switches,
curls, fronts, rats, mice and sprays would
be renovated for the trifling charge of
were to be rendered at even a lower fig
ure. The ladies were assured that tho
process of renovation should be conduct
ed with the utmost secrecy, and that no
lady who entrusted her capillary wealth
! to their hands should be “given away,”
and that the whole thing could be dono
inside of three days. Letters purport
ing to have been sigued by Miss An
thony, Miss Clara Morris, Clara Louiso
Kellogg, President Hayes, Gen. Butler,
and Milton Snylcr, certifying that their
hack hair had been renovated to their
iwfuj'i.to oatis/hciion, were published
with the circular; and all the women of
Pottstowu were for a few brief days made
happy. On the next day after the dis
tribution of the circulars the two young
men, with large covered baskets culled
at every house to receive orders and
portable back hair, curls, etc. They
gave printed receipts for each delivery.
Their collections were simply enormous.
Such nn amount of hair transferable at
sight in one small burg was never dream
ed of. The young men were obliged to
return to their hotel several times before
their preliminary work was done. It
was estimated that in two days they had
I collected over a ton of back hair. This
is simply a rough estimate—particularly
rough on the fair sex. All the ladies of
Pottstown trusted their hair to these en
terprising young men, excepting a few
ladies of African origin.
Then ensued a peculiar phase of social
life in P. For several days no ladies
appeared on the streets; there was no
shopping done; dry-goods clerks who
part their hair in the middle to keep
their brains cool were desolate; and
when any young man ventured to call
on his female friends he was informed
that they were “ engaged,” or “ not at
homo,” or “ ill.” A week elapsed, each
succeeding day of which was filled with
a great deal of female solicitude. This
finally culminated in horror, when it
was found that the brace of nice young
men had fled with seven large Saratoga
trunks filled with the glory ofPottstown
and womanhood.
Human imagination becomes a slow
coach indeed when it attempts to depict
the domestic and social woes of the town.
The poor parson’s wife, when denuded
of her raiment by the ruthless Grimes,
could retire to a wardrobe and shed tears ;
but human hair, like confidence in life
insurance companies and savings banks,
is a plant of slow growth, and it will be
many months before Pottstown will en
joy serenity and fashionable switches.
“ Can that horse run fast ?” asked a
boy of a milkman the other morning.
“ No, sonny,” replied the purveyor of
aqueous lacteal fluid, “he can’t run
very fast, but he can stand the fastest
of any horse you eier eaw.”