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THE BIG BOY OF CALAVERAS.
“Speaking of big men,” said John
Sauscript one evening, laying down the
newspaper and wiping the dew from his
H|)ectacles with the tablecloth—“speak
ing of big men reminds me of the time
I was in California—
“ John,” interrupted Mrs. Sanscript,
“ arc you getting ready to tell one of
your big California lies again?”
“No, madam, I'm getting ready to
tell about a big California boy—the big
gest fellow ever born.”
“Was he born >, John?” inquired
Mrs. Sanscript innocently, for she saw
the old man was into another whooper,
and she made up her mind she’d encour
age him once and see how fur his elastic
mind would expand without bursting.
" Born so big? Bless you ! no. He
was born just like auy other baby—no
bigger than a kitten, with a red face and
a bald head. But he growed after he
was born. Everything grows out there
in California, and keeps on growing un
til its limit is stretched.”
“Just like yourstories,” thought Mrs.
Sanscript.
“ But,” continued John, “ this man
beat everything in California growing.
The big trees were discounted. His pa
rents had to piece his crib before the
child was eight months old. One day
he went to school, and when lie got hack
in the evening the door was too little —
he couldn’t get in.”
“Oh, John!” exclaimed Mrs. Sau
script, throwing up both hands.
“ I know it’s hard to believe, wife,
but I hope I may never die if it isn’t
true.”
“ But what became of the poor boy?”
“ He slept on the porch that night,
and next day his old man bursted the
gable end out of the house and put up
double doors like they have in barns,
just to accommodate his son.”
“ But, John, that couldn’t have done
much good,” suggested Mrs. Sanscript.
“ Why not?” asked John, with a fright
ened look, fearing the old woman was
about to corner him.
“ Why, that only let the boy into one
room, and how could he get through into
the rest of the house?”
“He couldn’t. One room had to do
him, because the old man swore he’d see
the brat banked up before he’d knock
out the partition, too.”
“ See the brat —what?”
“See him bauked up. Don’t you un
derstand? Dammed —banked up.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, sir, hut the house failed at last.”
“ Failed, John?”
“ That’s what I said. The young
mau outgrew the old family mansion.
He woke up one morning and found the
double doors too narrow to furnish him
an exit. No time was to be lost. It
was fine growing weather in spring, and
the old man swore he wasn’t prepared
to have his house split into kindling
wood by a growing boy, so he knocked
off’ the door-jams to squeeze the young
ster through.”
“ And then?”
“ Well, that's the last time the young
man of Calaveras ever got into a man
sion this side of the sky.”
“ This side of the sky?”
“ That’s what I said. Don’t you know
about tho mansion up there,” said San
script, casting his eyes piously toward
the attic.”
“ Why, John, did the poor, dear boy
die?”
“ Did he die? Didn’t he though?
And such a death?”
“ But, John, how did the boy get
clothes to fit him ?”
“ That brings me to my personal recol
lections of him. Let’s see,” said John,
looking into the fire with great steadi
ness. “ I think it was in the fall of ’46
—anyhow it was coming nigh unto win
ter. I was sitting in Jake Geiger’s tai
lor-shop down in ’Frisco talking over
the prospects for a cold season, when a
boy came in and said there was a man
down on the Commons as big as a meet
ing-house who wanted to see Mr. Geiger
right away. ‘ Then why don't he come
and see me,’ said Geiger. ‘ Because lie
can’t get through the'streets without ob
structing trade and delaying transporta
tion,’ said the boy. That settled it.
Geiger and me started right down to the
Commons to see the big man.
* A circus must have come to town,’
said Geiger, as we emerged on the Com
mons.
“ Why,” asked I.
“ Because there’s a tent,” said he.
“Tent?” said the boy who had follow
ed us ; “that ain’t no tent, that’s the
man what wants to sec you. He's set
ting down now.”
“ Sure enough it was the big boy from
the Calaveras. He arose to receive us,
and we stood looking up to him like rats
looking at an elephant.”
“I want to get a suit of clothes,”
came rumbling down from the sky where
his head was sticking.
“ Geiger fell back into my arms in a
dead faint. While he was coming to I
noticed that the boy needed a suit very
bad. All he had on was several window
curtains and table-cloths, which hung
over the most critical parts of his body.
“ The first words Geiger gasped when
be revived were: *He wants a suit of
clothes/ ” .
“ Hay & you anything that will fit
me V asked the big boy,
“ That riled Geiger. He thought the
fellow was making fun of him, and he
yelled : ‘Do you think I make clothes
for the Seiras and keep ’em in stock ?’ ”
“ ‘ Then you must make me a suit’ said
the big boy.
‘“Make you a suit?* said Geiger;
‘ Why, it would cost you about three
thousand dollars, young man.
'“All right, said Calaveras; X must
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have a suit of clothes ; besides, my pa’s
rich.’
“ ‘ He won’t be though, if you tackle
a tailor very often,’ muttered Geiger.
“Well, to make a loug story short,
a bargain was at last struck. Geiger
was to make the suit, and the Calaveras
youth was to pay one dollar a yard for
the cloth, 83 a day to the workmen who
built the suit, and all incidental ex
penses while the work was going on. He
was to pay 81,000 cash, 81,000 in two
years, and the balance in three years, to
be secured by a mortgage on his father’s
farm.”
“Oh, John, aren’t you —”
“ Now, don’t he skeptical, wife. I
might not have believed it myself if I
hadn’t been there to see. Well, as I
was saying—let’s see; what was I say
ing? Oh, yes. Well, Geiger, he sent
the boy right back to town with instruc
tions to bring the surveyor out.”
“ The surveyor, John ! What for?”
“ Why, to take the young man’s meas
ure, of course. The tape-measure meth
od was out of the question, aad it would
have taken too loug to have scaffoled
around the fellow, as you would do in
painting a church steeple, I myself sug
gested the surveyor as the best and easi
est way of having it done. Well, the
Surveyor came with his tripod, compass,
transit sextant and such thiugs. He
stood Calaveras up a hundred yards off
and began to bear upon him with his
transit right and left, taking distances
and marking angles. Geiger, who was
noting it down in his order-book, said it
was the first time in his life he ever heard
the measurer yell— ‘ Ten feet six inches.
‘ Three yards one foot.
‘ Two rods, twenty-four inches.'
“It took almost half a day to make
the survey, and the engineer said he
guessed the suit would fit if he hadn’t
sprained his instrument made for sur
veying ordinary town lots, and this was
the first hard test it had been put to.
“ Well, the suit was made, but the
scaffold had to be built after all. It was
a queer sight to see twenty tailors on
scaffolds all around that young man,
sewing away for six days. During the
job the scaffolding was changed fifty
three times. At last when the job was
finished and the scaffolding taken down,
Geiger got mad and told Calaveras he
had better take the lumber home, and
next time get a carpenter to build a fence
around him, instead of busting up a
tailor store.”
“ Why ! did it break Geiger up John?”
“ Just the same thing. His stock was
exhausted when the suit was done, and
he closed up shop !”
“ lie got his money, though, for the
clothes?”
“Well, yes; but not without foreclos
ing the mortgage and forcing the old
mau Calaveras into bankruptcy. Then
the old fellow swore he’d shoot the big
boy if he had a cannon handy. No need,
however.”
“ Why?”
“ Because the lad died the next
spring.”
“ Of what!”
“ He growed so fast one day that he
split open like a roasted chestnut. That
was the day when the greatest wind
storm ever known on the Pacific Slope
swept over California.”
“ And, John —.”
“ Yes, dear?”
“ Was this young man a Christian ?”
“He was born a Christian; but
whether he outgrowed it I can’t say.”
“ Do you think he went to heaven?”
“No doubt of it—that is he went
there, but whether lie got in is another
question. I’ll bet St. Peter had to un
lock the carriage gate or lay down twen
ty panels of fence, if the young man
became an inmate of that country.
When I go up there I shan’t be one bit
surprised to find Calaveras’ spirit camp
ed on the commons just outside of the
walls. Oh-a-yah,” yawned John, “I
guess I’ll go to bed.”
“ Do, dear! You must be tired !”
murmured Mrs. Sanscript.
The following law and law case, ta
ken from the records of the New Ha
ven Colony in 1669, are strange read
ing in these times. The statute says :
“ Whosoever shall inveigle or draw the
affections of any maide or maid-ser
vant, either to himself or others, with
out first gaining the consent of parents,
shall pay to the plantation for the first
offense, 40s; the second, 4£ ; for the
third shall be corporeously punished.”
Under this law, at a court held in May,
1669, Jocobeth Murfine and Sarah Tut
tle were prosecuted “ lor setting down
on a chestle together, Ins arm around
her waiste, and her arm upon his shoul
der or about his neck, and continuing
in that sinful posture about half an
hour, in which time he kyssed her and
she kyssed him, or they kyssed one an
other, as ye witnesses testified.”
Albany Advertiser: The colored de
bating club, among the hands upon
the plantation of Mr. A. M. Griffin,
in Bee county, had as the subject of
their last debate : “ Which are of the
most benefit to the country, the lawyers
or the buzzards ?” After much dis
cussion they finally decided in favor of
the buzzards.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY AUGUST 13. 1870.
WOJIAJT.
Written fur The Hartwell Sun.
Oh, Women!—Women!—wliat strung!' Croat ure*
you are! #
So full of tickle foibles, anil yet ho fair.
Hut Hiuilo on man—he's wafted to the skies ;
Hut frown—ho at your foot for pardon lion.
Love’s power you w icld like a magician's w and,
Breaking heartn with cruel and relentless hand.
Your anger—oh ! how its scorch is felt ;
Your tears will cause man’s lieurt to melt.
Ah, why such power us this misuse,
And man with hatred to thy sex infuse ! Hal.
I COULD NOT IIK I.l* IT.
Mv feet are dancing to the song,
My happy heart is singing,
The sauus seems strewn with diumoud gems
And sweetest birds are singing.
The lark is trilling in the sky,
And the dove coos in the grove,
Mv very soul seems melting down
In streams of lava, love.
Last night she whispered in my ear
Sueli words of love and madness
My heart to-day is carried up
To heights of glorious glauness,
And oh ! 1 cannot help it.
I’ve seen ten thousand burning eyes
But his art' brightest of them all,
His tones make sweeter music far
Than those ccieti.a , UM j,. t f a |j
Mv heart is singing in response,
Mv blush the tale is telling-
With wild, delirious eestacy
My very soul is swelling.
Last night 1 heard the llrst mad words
Of love, that glowing passion tiling ;
Mv senses reel—my heart will burst,
My feet will dance, my lips will sing,
iiecauie 1 cannot help it.
And, Oh ! such words of love he spoke—
The tirst I’d ever heard ;
They charmed me as the charmer does
The tranced, fluttering bird.
The Papbian goddess never felt
A love so rich and warm
As thrilled my soul ami swept my heart
At love's tempestuous storm.
The stars were out and all aglow’—
(Scenes of bliss about me swim)
My head was snuggled on bis breast—
And he kissed mo—and I kissed him,
Because 1 could not help it.
i:i:dn, not wokiis.
New Jerusalem Messenger.
“ Inasmuch as ye have dune it unto one of the least
of these , ye have done it unto me." [Matt, xxv : 40.
Not forever on tliy Knees
Would Jehovah have thee found ;
There are burdens thou const case,
There are griefs Jehovah sees :
Look around.
Work is prayer, if done for God,
Prayer which God delighted hears.
See beside you upturned sod
One bowed beneath atllictiou's rod ;
Dry her tears.
Not long prayers, but earnest zeal,
This is what is wanted more;
Put thy nhmilder to- the wheel.
Bread unto the famished deal
From thy store.
Not high sounding words of praise
Does God want, ’neatlisoino high dome;
Hut that thou the fallen raise ;
Bring the poor from life’s highways
To fhy home.
Worship God by doinr good,
Works, not words, kind acts, not creeds;
lie who loves God as he should
Makes his heart’s love understood
By kind deeds.
Dinmlh are powerful, mere words weak,
Bath*ring at high heaven’s door.
Let thy love by actions speak,
Wipe the tear from sorrow's cheek,
Clothe the poor.
Be it thy life care to smother.
And to brighten eyes now dim ;
Kind deeds done to one another
God accepts as done, my brother,
. Unto Him.
In Ohio Snake Story.
Cincinnati Commercial.
Jonathan Rockwell, engineer at the
firebrick works at Sciotovifie, Ohio, has
caught anil killed the greatest number
of snakes ever heard of in these parts.
Some three weeks ago he purchased five
empty whisky barrels and stored them
in an outbuilding to be used for cider
barrels when his apples were ripe enough
to be made into that temperance bever
age. Near the outbuilding there is a
ledge of rocks containing many fissures
and openings, and has always been “a
bad place for snakes.”
Yesterday Rockwell took occasion to
visit the outbuilding referred to, and on
opening the door he noticed a number
of snakes crawling into the bung holes
of the whisky barrels. Quick as thought
he got the bungs and drove them into ,
the barrels and secured the snakes. lie
then attempted to roll the barrels out of
the building, but found them too heavy
to handle without assistance. He then
called in J. I). Mathiot, Dustin Jones,
George Stutdy, Hugh Smith and Thos. ■
Powell, who armed themselves with
hickory clubs and proceeded to kill the
snakes. The bung was taken out of
one barrel and some hot water was pour
ed in and the snakes began to come out j
so rapidly that it kept all the above i
gentlemen busy with their clubs in dis
patching them.
The next barrel was treated in the j
same manner until all the five barrels
were emptied, and the total number of
snakes killed was 1,153. To-day there
has been a steady stream of people vis
iting the premises of Mr. Rockwell and
viewing the slain snakes getting into the
barrels. All we can say is that they
were there, and it is “ the whole truth
and nothing but tjie truth.” The affida
vits of our best and most reliable citi
zens will substantiate it beyond any
doubt. The snakes were not all large
ones, but there were none less than a
foot in length, while many were six or
seven feet long. A trench had to be
! dug this afternoon to bury them, and
the stench arising from them was getting
| horrible.
Capt. Alex. H. Moore, of Wilming
ton, died at Lumberton, N. C. a few days
since, from the effects of a wound re
ceived at the first battle of Manassas.
The wound was in the knee.
Devoted to Hart County.
An Inthlcl oil the Jens.
Not long since the proprietors of the
Manhattan Beach Hotel announced
that they would no longer entertain
Jews for love or money. And this is
the people that have attempted to force
Negro social equality upon the South !
Read the lesson in charity to Christians
from that great infidel Rob Ingersoll
in a letter to a prominent Hebrew :
Hon. J. J. Noah:
Mv I)i;ah Fiuknd: Asa matter of
course, 1 am utterly opposed to the op
pression of any class, and regard the
action of the Manhattan Beach Hotel
in reference to the Jews as bigoted,
mean and disgraceful. Such action be
longs to the Dark Ages. The persecu
tion of the Jews should bring a blush
to every Christian cheek. Nothing is
more infamous than the oppression of
a class. Each man has the right to be
jjUged upon hi# own merits. To op
press him or hold him in •*
iu-count or rMigion, race or color Is n
crime.
Every man should be treated justly
and "kindly, not because lie is not a Jew
or a Gentile, but because he is a hu
man being, and as such capable of joy
and pain. If at any hotel a man fails
tf act in a decent and becoming man
lier let him be put out, not on account
of the nation to which he belongs, but
on account of his behavior. Auy other
epurse is unjust and cruel.
f It will not do for the keepers of pub
lic houses to brand an entire race as
ittifit to associate with them.
* Islfirhe of the leading men of the
world are Jews. These wonderful peo
ple, dfspersed, despised, and for many
ages persecuted in all countries where
people lover! their enemies and return
ed good for evil, have contributed to
every science and enriched every art.
He who has heard the music of Men
delssohn and Myerbcer, who has stud
ied the grand philosophy of Spinoza,
and has seen upon the stage Rachel,
mistress of passion, will hardly unite
in the condemnation of ttyc race to
‘which these pnxlif-ies Oelongert. *
Neither should it be forgotten that
the Jews furnished their persecutors
with a religion, and that they arc the
only people, according to the dogmas
of our day, with whom the Almighty
ever deigned to have any intercourse
whatever. *****
We should also remember that the
Jews were the only people inspired.
All the “ sacred ” writers—all the
“prophets” were of this race, and
while Christians almost worship Abra
ham, notwithstanding the ailair of lla
gar, and his willingness to murder his
own son ; and while they hold in almost
infinite respect David, the murderer,
and Solomon, the Mormon, it is cer
tainly not perfectly consistent to de
nounce men and women of the same
race who have committed no crime.
The Christians have always been
guilty of this inconsistency with regard
to the Jews—they have worshipped the
dead and persecuted the living. I
think it would be much better to let
the dead take care of themselves, while
wo respect and maintain the rights of
the living.
I cannot forget that during the Rev
olution the Jews prayed in their syna
gogues for the success of the colonies.
I cannot forget that during our civil
war thousands of them fought for the
preservation of the Union, many of
them rising from the ranks to the most
important commands. Neither can I
forget that many of the Jews are to
day among the foremost advocates of
intellectual liberty; that they have out
grown the prejudices of race and creed
and believe in the universal brother
hood of man. And in this connection
it may not be out of place to speak of
your father. He was a man who adorn
ed every position he held and who as
lawyer, judge, essayist and philanthro
pist was an honor to his race and to
my country.
It will not do in this, the second
century of the United States, to insult
a gentleman because of his nation.
We are, at last, a great, rich arid
prosperous people. Greatness should
be great. Wealth should be generous
and prosperity should at least beget
good manners.
Every American should resent every
insult to humanity, for while the rights
of the lowest are trampled upon the
liberties of the highest are not safe.
While for the ancient myths and fa
bles of your people I have not the re
spect entertained by Christians, I still
hold the rights of Jews to be as sacred
|as my own. Yours respectfully,
R. G. Ingkrsoll.
Military Men in the Civil War.
SaakviUe American.
Longstreet is not far wrong in his
conclusions about Federal Generals.
Grant, unquestionably, while not a mil
itary genius, such as Napoleon or Stone
wall Jackson, capable of and bril
; liant strategy, was the most complete
! master in the art of war produced by
1 the Union army. His ability consisted
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jof accurate calculat ion of forces and
their application, just as one would dis
pose mechanical forces to accomplish n
result. Leo, with equal forces, would
have destroyed him by rapid and bril
liant strategy, as he did with an inferi
or force keep him at bay. No other
Federal General could have used the
Federal army like Grant did, persis
tent, always holding them down to a
chosen line of operations, and wearing
out his opponent with
sure. The operations of Hooker, Burn
side and others, were a series of battles
in which they were defeated by a far
inferior force ; Grant's operat ions were
a continual pressure, every day, never
relaxed, and finally successful, as a
mathematical result of given powers.
But Longstroct does McClellan injus
tice. His wonderful work of organiza
tion contributed very largely to the ul
timate result, and it was a work done
which lasted, and of which subsequent
commanders had the benefit.
There is no evidence, however, that
lwetneuan was a great strategist, un
the contrary, his only great battles, the
seveu days conflict, showed him to be
inferior to his opponent. While, tak
ing into consideration the superiority
of lus force, its organization, commissa
riat and discipline, Grant’s operations
equally demonstrated his inferiority to
Lee as a strategist and a leader of
armies. Lee baffled and held him in
check with a much inferior force of
starving, worn out, ragged men, and
finally forced to abandon his chosen
line of advance, A greater General
would have worked out tho result in
one or two battles by masterly strategy.
Grant worked it out by an accurate
calculation of the powers in hand and
keeping them always pressed upon his
enemy, who was able to do nothing
more than defend and await a certain
result. As to Sherman, Longstroct is
unquestionably correct. Whatever ge
nius ho may posses, it is certain that he
never displayed it. His march to the
sea was merely a spacious nothing, a
big raid on foot. His operations down
to Atlanta were like those of Grant in
Virginia, a continual oressiiro of suoe
rior force on an inferior, but his forces
were continually wasted while thoso of
Johnston were continually increased in
numbers, organization and efficiency,
buoyed up by continual success in
dealing severe blows upon a superior
enemy. At that point, Atlanta, Sher
man’s fortune was brightened by the
sudden removal of Johnston, and the
movement of Hood gave him an unop
posed march to the sea. Longstrect’s
estimate of Johnston also needs quali
fication. 1 lis talents as a military com
mander were displayed in organization,
in perfecting his machinery, in brilli
ant defense. Ilis disposition in retreat
oil Atlanta have never been excelled,
but they were almost purely defense
against an advancing foe, dispositions
in check of a positive movement. This
is, however, no evidence that Johnston
was the equal of Lee, or of Jackson in
brilliant, effective strategy—the work
ing out of large positive results with a
small force by superior skill. The re
sults of a retreat, on Atlanta showed
great military skill in Handling forces,
but it was rather tactical than strategic,
and if there was subtle strategy it was
on a narrow field, where all of liis forces
were under his own immediate person
al direction. The difference between
such operations, and those conducted
over a wide territory, is apparent. While
Lee displayed the same power in the re
treat before Grant, or.rather iu the de
fense of Richmond, that Johnston dis
played in his retreat before Sherman, he
lias also demonstrated in his campaigns
a superior military genius which John
ston may have possessed, but which lie
certainly never displayed. It may be
believed that he was just about to dem
onstrate this possession of all the genius
of a great commander when he was re
moved, but it can only bo believed and
not known.
The new double postal card, which
has been authorized by the government,
promises to prove very convenient and
advantageous. It will be of the same
size as the one now in use, worth just
double as much, with a stamp on each
upper corner. The stamp on the upper
right hand corner will be canceled when
the card is sent for the first time, and
the other one when it is returned.
When it first goes, the writer puts his
communication on the back and the
address of his correspondent on the
face. The receiver answers on the
same card, erases his name and writes
that of the person who sent it to him.
The original sender must be careful
not to use all of the space on the card.
The advantages are economy and con
venience, and then, too, as evidence in
legal proceedings having a communica
tion and its answer together on the
same card or paper.
A Detroiter cured a long and severe at
tack of neuralgia by falling downstairs.
That’s nothing. Some years ago a Nor
ristown youth was cured of a bad habit
of swearing by falling off a cherry tree.
Not a single oath has escaped his lips
since. The fall broke bis neck.
{ A RIVER’S BREADFUL DEATH.
New ’York World.
James W. Jenkins, one of the most
daring divers of the country, left his
home at 341 West Sixteenth street
early yesterday morning to go to work
at recovering an anchor lying seventy
five feet under water at the bottom of
the ship channel between Governor’s
and Ellis islands. It was an anchor
lost from the ship Barbarossn at tho
time of her collision with the steamer
Italy, and had been discovered only
the other day by a crew of grnpplers
who were fishing about tho harbor for
sunken treasures. Jenkins, who was
in flic employ of these men for the oc
casion, had on Tuesday afternoon spent
two hours below the water groping his
way in the ltnd around the great piceo
of iron, but had been obliged to return
to the sin-face before lie succeeded in
attaching the chain wherewith it was
to be raised.
•• We’ll take an early start and get it
up in the morning,” he said. As tho
men were going home, Hugh Bogan,
who for a long time has been .Tonkin's
assistant, reminded the diver that there
were one or two weak-looking places
in the rubber air tube of his diving
suit. “Yes, I know,” replied Jenkins,
“ and as soon as this job is over I’ll fix
it.”
The party, consisting of the diver,
Bogan, old John Reardon, a veteran in
the grappling business ; Edward Nctti
cutt. Joseph Westlmll and Peter Con
nolly left the Ratterv at. (1 o'clock in
two large rowboats, and an hour later
Jenkins went down the ladder at the
stern of one of the boats and disap
peared under the water.
“ lie had not had more than time to
roach the bottom,” says Bogan, “ when
there came a sudden, sharp report, and
I knew tho air-tube lmd burst. There
was seventy-five slack foot of this pipe
-—which is 150 long—coiled in the bot
tom of the boat, hut I knew just where
to look for the break. ‘ Keep the pump
going,’ I shouted to Connolly, anil then
tolling Netticntt to hold his hands tight
over the break in tho pipe, Reardon,
Westhall and 1 began to pull the man
up.”
Bogan spoke calmly, but there was
something in the man’s stern, bronzed
face as lie said, “ I began to pull,” that
fold the story of the limiting more viv
idly than words could have done. “Tho
man was down 75 feet,” lie continued,
“ and had 250 pounds of metal on him,
besides being himself a solid man, hut
I tell you, sir. we didn’t feel the weight.
Ah his head came above water I saw
through the glass of the helmet that he
whh lJmwlinijr of (fin nnan ami nnt*a T
•smashed in the glass, but it was no
use. 1 think he was alive at this mo
ment, for his foot felt for the round of
the ladder, but the next instant his
head fell forward, and when wc got him
into the boat he was dead.”
“ How long do you think you were
pulling him up ?”
“My God, man,” replied the great
weather-beaten fellow, dashing his
sleeve across his eyes, “how can I tell?
Wc pulled—that’s all I can say.” Bo
gan, wlio is himself a diver, afterwards
explained that death was probably not
caused by the length of time the diver
was without air as much as it was by
the frightful pressure upon his body of
the collapsed suit. The suit Jenkins
wore was made in one piece and was
inflated by means of the same tube
which supplied him with breathing air.
North Eastern Progress: The Pro
gress has the highest respect for Gov.
Colquitt, and takes no stock in the
idea of ridiculing any man, on account
of ills morals oi roiigion. Hut from
the way some people talk, it would
seem they think Colquitt carries the
democratic party of Georgia in his
vest pocket, and that whatever affects
Colquitt will affect the party at large.
If anything Gov. Colquitt can do, is
to destroy the party, then the quicker
the better. An article that is so easily
destroyed is of little value and needs
to be made over, any way. Wc mean
this —Gov. Colquitt, however good or
bad he fills his position, is only a man.
I f' one man can destroy the party, “ let
’cr roll.”
A drunken man was swaying un
steadily in the street, when a dog wb’
a tin pan tied to his tail ran bet
liia legs. The collision was so for
that the man was upset, and the
ran on minus apiece of his tail. 'I
man got up bewildered, rubbed
bruised end of his spinal column
ed up the dog's tail, and thus
quized: "This is (hie) unfortu
Never before knowed or suspec
had sich a thing as a tail till I go
fall down an’ break it off. Might n
a (hie) fortune ’zibitin’ myself as a m
with a tail. There’d bin millions in it
—millions (hie) in it! Jis my luck.
Whenever I get hold of a good thing
it's always gone before I (hie) find it
out.”
Atlanta Phonograph: The Constitu
tion’s boom for Governor Colquitt in its
issue of last Sunday was a very weak
one. That paper is of the opinion.that
he will be re-nominated when the time
rolls round. His administration has
been a stupendous failure, and we do
not honestly believe that one-third of the
people of Georgia would voto for him at
the next election. 1 hey do not think
that he has been guilty of auy intention
al wrong, but they want a man of more
firmness and ability.
Judge E. 11. Pottl >, of the Northern
circuit, will preside forjudge Erwin, du
ring Jackson Superior Court.