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t* two mince* of hUe to be ftlferett or Rtminml front
the hlMxl each time it |rt**o* through the Uvcr, am
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him! Muck Vomit, Imt ahm ore* lit ultu he, <nu*ti
fMtitm of 4ho Jh>W la, i>ya|*ejMia am! Malarial tlt
co*o*.
No one noetl fear Yellow Fever wlm will expel tin*
Malarial Poison ami oxrtw of l!le from tlie bltxwl by
iiMinjx MKKKELLS IIKPATINK. which i* atilt! by
all DmuuiMtM in *4T t‘t>iit ant! #I.OO btittloM, or w ill he
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Dr. Pemberton's Stillingia or Queen’s
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rp\ The report* of womlerful cureeof Khomnntl*m,
Scrofula, Salt Rheum. Sv|iHllla, Cancer, ftlrera am!
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not uuLy um.ukablc but o lniraculou* uu to bo
tloubfeil w its it not for the Abundance of proof.
K EM ARKAIILE CURE of S< ROFULA,J\c
CASE OF COt*. ,r. C. MIAN SON.
Kingston, Ga., September 13, 1871.
G> \T# ’ For sixteen yeor* thaw lieen n great *uf
ferer trout Scrofula in it* mwt Hiatt'caning forum, t
have lieen confined to my room and lanl for fifteen
\ ears with Wtofulouß ulceration*. The most ftp*
proved rcnie.lbss for aucli ca*e* had b**en ttmal, anti
the n**t eminent pbxateians consulted, without any
decided benefit. Thus pm*t rated, di*trea*ed, de
sponding, was advised by l>r. Ayer of Floyd county,
ila . to commence tho use of your Coni)M>oitd Kx
traet Stillingia. Pan gunge is as inAutttcieut to de
scribe the relief 1 obtained from the use of the Stil-
Jingia as it is to convoy' an mlaqiinte idea of the in
tensity of my sntleriug before using your medicine;
sutlii lent to say, 1 abandoned all other remedies and
continued the use of vour Extract of Stillingia, un
til 1 can say truly. “ f am cuml of all pain,” of all
disease, w ith nothing to obstruct the active pursuit
of my profession. More than eight months have
elapsed since this remarkable cure, without any re
turn of the disease.
For the truth of the above statement, I refer hi
any gentleman in Bartow* County. Ga.. and to the
members of tlm bar of Cherokee Circuit, who are
acquainted w ith me. 1 shall ever remain, with the
deepest gratitude. Your obedient servant,
J. C. BRANSON, Att'y at Law.
A KIIUCLE.
AYeat Point, Ga., Sept. Ifi. IH7O
Gents: My daughter was taken on the g.lth day
of June. 18G3, wiih what was supposed to he Acute
Rheumatism, and was treated for the same with no
success. In Match, fallowing, pieces of bone began
to work out of the right arm, and continued to ap
pear till the bono from the elbow to the shoulder
joint came out. Many pieces of hone came out of
the right foot and leg. The case was then pronounc
ed one of White Swelling. After having been con
fined about six years to her bed, and the case con
sidered hopeless, 1 wiih induced to try I>r. IVnibci
ton s Compound Extract of Stillingia, and was so
well satisfied with its effects that 1 have continued
tin* use of it until the present.
My daughter was confined to her bed about six
years before she sat up or even turned over without
help. She now sits up all day, anil sews most of her
time—has walked across the room. Her general
health is now good, and L believe she will, as her
limbs gain strentli, walk well. I attribute her re
covery, with the blessing of God. to the use of your
invaluable medicine. W. B. BLANTON.
West Point, Ga.. Sept. 16. IH7O.
Gents : The alx>ve certificate of Mr. W. B. Blan
ton vknow and certify as being true. The tiling
is so : hundreds of the most respected citizens certi
fy to it. As much reference can be given as may be
required. Yours truly,
CRATTFORD A* WALKER, Druggists.
HON. 11. D. WILLIAMS.
' Or. Pemberton** Stillingia is pre
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Sold by all Druggists in SI.OO bottles, or sent by
express. Agents wanted to canvass everywhere.
Send for Book—“ Curious Story”—tree to all.
Medicines sent to poor [people, payable in install
ments.
USE THIS BRAND.
YORKjj^^^
Trade Mark Registered February 12, 1878.
25-100 CHEMICALLY PURE.
BEST IN THE WORLD.
Aufl letter t&an any Saleratus.
One teaspoonful of this Soda used with sour
milk equals Four teaspoonfuls of the
best Baking Powder, saving
Twenty Times its cost.
See package for valu
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If the tcaspoonful is too large and docs
not produce good results at
first, use less afterwards. 131
LITTLE SPEEDY •
CORN SHELLER!
IT IS HIGHLY ENDORSED
By Gen. Frank Cheat*
M ham, Gen. Harding Gen
Li.i- Hickman, Col. Overton
and lnan y others of the
s*’ largest farmers of Ten
tal ncssec, and is the most
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f •\V --JUSk. factored. A hoy ten
years old can shell from
t ( ‘ n to twelve bushels
>' ! an hour, It nubs either
.. ed'l of the ear, and
i shells seC'l corn perfcct
; WA M&P 'y- lt is co.7 ve n'nt.
*> - cheap and durable, - t
takes oft’ fi*wy grain, will “hell any size
flora from 11 pop ” corn to thfl largest ear.
For Sale by
E. B, HENSON h CO,
j/XKCnilUs SAI.K.
i% Will u- sold before tVe eourthouii' ilwr i| lb<
t.owu <>f llailvtoll iii Han v<*nity.. dnrintf tin* L-zui
JiourK of hu4<-. oi the. first Tuesday in Novoinboriiffxt,
Ihe iollovrijijx tiiu .f <A lsutl Jviug and bcluff in Kitiil
county, it in-iun Hi** tract cl lapel whertunj Judge*
]VliciijaJi <ii tea. dtyuifcfed. l?\vd M ti?** time of hi*
4cat b. Said laud is hounded on tvo et*ut Uy the Sa
yaanoli lilvc;, .on tke pbrtji by M\ Johnson, and o*
;he Houtli by l#n<L Ik U *1*1:1 Eg to t’th‘*rlw° t'arks and
/)therß, and on the \y<*t by laud* Uioiiging t*> A.
Sandora and others; eabl trav.t of land contains one
thousand ai s, more or loss. There ia on treat
nf land one limidn and acrea ofgood river bottom bind.
Said tract of land lias o* if good ordinary improve
ments. and is in a high state of cultivation, Term*
of wab*: twenty-five hundred dollars eah. the ix
mainderon twelve months credit with note and is**-
Ciiritv at ten pi r Lent, interest from dab- ot note,
Anv person that wishes a good home, will do well Ui
go ami look at sab 1 tract of land for hansel, Sad
tract of land is sold as the property of Micajah < .r
tei deceased for the purpose of paying tils debts of
jid estati*. and for distribution anong the heirs.
/ Any person wishing U buy €M apply to the hxeeai
tors of said . state, as they are empowered by the
will to sell said land privately.
m Sept. 10th, 1H79.
1 Jft&JiSS* i
TO M AKE MONEY
Jsfaii;intT\ :iml fast, agcnln should address
yiNLET. IIAKVEy A CO Atlanta. Ci*
The Hartwell Sun.
By BENSON & McGILL.
VOL. IV—NO. 7.
CAUGHT IX HIS OWN TOILS.
The ringing sound that came from a
blackened smithy told that the smith
was smilhcning steel. The smith who
swung the ponderous hammer was a
man of no common muscle.
He was young and remarkably band
some ; but there was an evil lurking in
bis cold, black eyes which would have
repulsed the close observer.
The light of his forge rendered
ghostly the objects in the remote cor
ners of the shop ; but it fell brightly
upon the strange looking piece of steel
he was hammering.
It resembles tho jaw of some im
mense trap, strong enough to hold a
bear, and the wonder was that the
strength of man could prepare it for its
prey.
If any man in Middletown could
control such a trap it was the man
whose hands were fashioning it.
For a long time David Thrall had
been working of nights, with Ids shop
barred to visitors, and the clang, clang,
' clang of his hammer had sounded in
the furtherest corner of the growing
village.
He was a man of strong passions,
the first to resent an insult to a friend,
and the last to give up an argument
when he found logic against Inin.
No person had bothered him while
he swung the hammer over the terrible
steel trap which be was making.
It is true that a few boys look#! in
at the window at the inauguration of
his work, but his maddening threats
against them had kept the prying ur
chins away.
“ I told her that she should never
laugh at my love and live to boast of
it to another man!” David Thrall
said aloud, one night, as he paused to
wipe great drops of perspiration from
his brow.
“ She laughed then, and told me not
to let anger get the best of me, and
thought I would forget it. Forget ?
Never!” and the hammer came down
vcngefully upon the glowing steel.
“ I am making this trap because you
rejected my love, Agnes Temple, But
it shall not tear your pretty skin. No.
no ! I would not injure one of your
golden hairs ; but I am going to teach
you that there is one in Middletown
whose heart cannot be trifled with.”
Thus lie talked to himself, while lie
stood over his anvil and swung his ham
mer, whose every blow told on his hor
rible mechanism, and hurried it toward
completion. That night he finished it.
lie did not come to a halt until lie
reached the iron track than ran over the
! road which he was traversing.
Middletown had not been honored
| })y the steam cars, which, as if to taunt
I the place, left it half a mile to the west.
David Thrall threw down his burden,
j and a sigh of relief escaped him. Then
he struck a match and looked at his
watch.
“He passes about 9,” lie muttered.
“ The passenger goes by at 10, then
the lightning express.”
He spoke with a fiendishness almost
foreign to the human heart, and set to
work fastening the strong chain attach
ed to his infernal trap to the iron rails.
He had evidently studied this pail
of his work, for he performed it in dark
ness and then rested. But the end was
not yet.
ARM WITH HAMMER, BRAND.
lie held it in the light of his coal
fire, and pronounced it perfect; smiled
upon it with pride, showed that he had
strength enough to master its jaws.
“ Now, my boys, we'll try it.”
David Thrall put his trap into a sack,
smothered the fire, and left the smithy,
lie walked rapidly toward the outskirts
of the village, seen by no one, for the
night was dark and the wind high.
It was in the autumn of the jear,
and the yellow leaves of the trees fell
around him in golden showers. But he
did not notice them any more than to
brush an occasional one from his long
beard, begrimed like his face with the
soot of his shop.
Throwing himself upon the spring,
he set the trap, and the terrible jaws
were ready to close upon their victim.
i’.be wind threw leaves over the trap,
as if intel't on aiding the jealous black
smith, and, as the clouds scurried
westward, he saw the star gleams fall
upon the leaves that covered it,
It was a picturesque place which Da
vid Thrall had selected for the deed
upon which he had set his heart.
The road was narrow—indeed, not
more than a path—that led to Middle
town, and the home of Agnes Temple.
lie knew the man he hated would
traverse it before dawn, and he knew,
100, that his trap would hold him to the
iron track.
It was a revenge almost too terrible
to be recorded.
“ There !” exclaimed the smith, as he
stepped away a pace and triumphantly
surveyed the result of his night’s toil
in the sooty shop. “ Now lot the prey
come ! The trap is ready. I wish you
a pleasant time of it, .Julian Wingford.
To be plain, I should like to know how
a man would feel between two such
jaws.”
Then he picked up the sack and
started back to Middletown, But he
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 15, 187!).
had not gone ten yards before lie halt
ed.
“The trap might have been set a lit
tle easier,” lie said to himself. “It lias
not been worked much, and the easier
it is set the surer I shall be of my. prey.”
Intent upon readjusting the devilish
invention, die blacksmith retraced his
steps, and for the second time in that
lonely and beautiful spot he bent over
1 the cross-ties.
lie placed bis knee upon the spring
jto prevent the jaws from closing and
| catching their maker, while ho tamper
ed with the trigger.
He was in the midst of the work,
when from some unaccountable cause,
his knee slipped from the spring, and
—oh, horror! the mighty jaws closed
on his wrists.
With a cry, indescribably full of
agony, the entrapped man tried to
spring to his feet, but the trap, fastened
as it was to the rails, held him securely
down.
The sharp teeth seemed to cut into
the marrow of his bones, and be was
experiencing the horror of a human
being caught in a trap.
He tried to crush the spring, but it
would not yield to the power which he
had lately owned, and then he tried to
tear himself loose.
liut the pain occasioned by his efforts
was so great that he was forced to de
sist lest lie should faint, and in that
condition lie caught the train.
“If it lmd caught my leg,” he cried,
“ I could tear it loose ; but oh ! these
! precious arms of mine!”
It was a terrible moment for the en
trapped man.
All at once, in that hour of terror,
he thought of the man for whom lie
prepared the jaws of unyielding steel.
lie would doubtless reach the cross
imr and release him before the train
I “
was due, for Julian Wingfold was not
a vengeful rival.
All thoughts of revenge against the
beautiful Agnes Temple had left his
i mind ; he looked up at the stars, and
they seemed to mock his miser}'; he
cried for help from the terror-stricken
depths ot his heart. But no footsteps
sounded upon his ears.
Heaven and man seemed to have
left the hater to his fate. Suddenly
David Thrall started, and a cry of de
spair welled from his throat.
The shrill shriek of the engine told
him that one dread hour of his captiv
ity had passed away, and the end of
all was near at hand.
“Heaven have mercy!” he cried.
“ Do not unto me as I have done unto
another!”
But no deliverance came, and the
sound of the whistle died away with a
mocking echo.
Within five minutes the iron monster
would be upon him, and the most terri
ble drama ever enacted in that lovely
country would have reached its tragic
finale. He heard the roar of the train,
which seemed to approach oft the wings
of the wind.
He raved, he cursed, and tried to
wrench his wrists from the jaws of
steel, and tried to break them off and
bear life and bleeding stumps away,
but in vain. With the tenacity of
| death itself the trap held him down.
The engine shrieked again, and Da
vid Thrill paused and looked over his
shoulder.
He saw the head-light now ; it dazed
his eyes, and he could not shade the
precious orbs with his hands. Then
lie shrieked at the top of his voice;
but the cars came on.
“No deliverance! Oh, Heaven!”
he exclaimed, thinking in few seconds
i lie had yet to live. “ I have merited
this. What a terrible thing retribu
tion is ! He will be happy, and she will
; stnile upon him with all her dazzling
beauty. But I—l —oh, Heaven pity
me ! Chained to the track- -caught in
the trap made by my own hands for a
fellow-being. It is just. Heaven for
give me, and comfort my poor—”
* * -* * *
The rumbling of tbe train had hard
ly died away in the distance, when Ju
lian Wingfold, returning from the home
of Agnes Temple, crossed the track.
lie stepped where the instrument of
death had been placed, and passed on
without noticing its handiwork. If he
had but glanced down he might have
seen the two battered steel jaws, closed
now upon the lifeless hands only of his
rival, the blacksmith.
The remains were discovered on the
following day, and the presence of the
trap told the awful story.
David Thrall's widowed mother soon
followed him to the grave.
The little smithy still stands in Mid
dletown, and the superstitious say that,
at night David Thrall can be heard
beating steel before his forge.
.Julian Wingfold is a happy husband
and father now. but he never thinks of
that one night's walk without a feeling
of thankfulness as well as of horror.
The Western Union Telegraph Com
pany purchase about 20.000 miles of
wire annually, which gives us some
idea of the enormous extent of their
business.
Devoted to Hart County.
I.OUXGING AROUND.
BILL AIM* OX A XKW MI'IUKCT.
Til,- I nil it cm re of til* II on III,'.- I poll fh
lli ml I.ciiilh lo lHmoiiksloii nr the
Munir Tluil l in II im Tropic
II In* Tan Hiuk ami ■*>nplo
Him Tninml—A Com
ic Nci'iic.
Atlanta Cwn*titutivn.
Its a quiet blessed month. I used to
love the early spring the lest. but now
Fen in the fall of life, and the fall of
the year agrees with my advancing
years. Everything is calm, and mellow
and ripe. The cotton fields are white
with their snowy fleece. The corn lmngs
heavy on the stalks. Potatoes heave
aiul crack the ground. The walnut
trees have faded and dropped their fruit.
Persimmons are ripe and possums too.
The little boys arc pulling their pop
! corn, and digging their gubbers, and
gathering chestnuts and haws and May
j pops. The nights are getting long and
a little fire takes oil the evening chill
and cheers the family hearthstone. Now
is the time to read and write and have
some old-time music. The girls play
all the operas and waltzes and tarantu
: las u/'d other tangled lip things, but my
wife, Mrs. Arp, she carries me hack to
old Gwinnett with the Caliph of Hag
dad, Coming Through the Rye, John
Anderson My Joe John, tho Hunter's
Chorus, Run Nigger Run the Patroller
Catch You, and all such understnudible
pieces and I put in a few mellow notes
on an old-time flute and ray boys ac
company on the big fiddle, and the little
fiddle and then the little five-year-old
sings, “Shame upon you, Robin,” and
we wind up tho family concert with a
little family dance or an old Virginia
reel. Oh music! what is it and where
does it dwell. Soldiers can't fight with
out it—lovers can’t court without it—
people can’t worship without it. The
birds sing and the bugs junc, but there
is a feller in your town who writes for
the Oazette who seems disgusted with the
whole business and wants a law passed
to stop it. I was a thinking light well
of that lounger until he made this per
sonal assault upon me and my family.
I reckon he wants an office but it would
not ho healthy for him to come here
and try to stop our Caliph of Bagdad
and the quick march in the battle of
Prague and General Bonaparte crossing
the Rhine and all such venerated tunes.
If he don't like such music may be it'd
improve his taste to sit by a carpenter
while he was sharpening his saw. I re
member that Judge Lumpkin said in
one of his decisions that a man could
get reconciled to all sounds in nature
except the braying of a jackass and the
tongue of a scolding woman. I wonder
what he would have thought of a man
who complained of the piano and the
accordeon and the sweet voice of human
melody a floating upon the perfumed
air. Never mind, my friend. Life is
short and time is fleeting and maybe
your afflictions wont fullow you beyond
the grave. I've known lots of folks
who couldn't make music, but I’ve nev
er known but a few who didn’t like it,
and they were so conceited and selfish
nobody liked them. Its curious, ain’t
it, that most everybody thinks they can
sing and have got a good voice, and
they don’t like to he told they can’t sing.
I used to think I could and Mrs. Arp
bore it patiently for about 20 years, un
til one day when she wasn’t as amiable
as I have seen her she told me my voice
was cracked and gave her the headache.
It created a coolness for a few days, but
the children all agreed with her and al
though I still think they arc mistaken 1
have long since ceased to sing except
when f am away off in the woods by my
self- Well, I've heard Sontag sing and
Jenny Lind, but iny opinion is the best
music I ever heard was one night at an
old-fashioned Methodist camp meeting
when the air was just right and 1 was in
a tent about a hundred yards from the
stand. I tell you it was splendid and I
will never forget it. Where there are
four or five hundred singing together
that way it don’t matter if half of them
can’t sing exactly to schedule, for the
voices that are a little too high are bal
anced off by them that are a little too
low, and the average is just right any
how. lean tell whether a man causing
or not by looking at him. Now I don’t
believe Alek Stephens can sing base to
do much good and Bob Toombs is
mighty weak on treble. Ben Ilill can
sing, and if lie hadn’t turned his early
attention to something else he would
have made a right good leader of a fe
male choir. Joe Brown can’t sing, but
he thinks lie can, for there ain’t any
thing in the world lie has given up that
he can’t do when he’s pushed. Ali first
class editors can sing. If I owned a pa
per and wanted to employ an editor who
would run the machine harmoniously
and keep out of fights and fusses I
wouldn’t take one who couldn’t sing. A
harmonic voice gives harmonious ideas
and a pleasant countenance like Mr.
Hemphill’s. I’ll bet he can sing. And
Uncle Remus ain’t very particular about
the style of his music. The last time I
called on bfi I listened at the door and
$1.50 Per Annum.
WHOLE NO. DLL
heard him'chanting that good old ditty :
Tlmmv wn i li*og who avwl ih u pool,
Sing Hoi.g kltrhY Vatchv olrf
An<! m* writ tin* hlgeent mol
Sing wong kltchj Sntrliy kimrv oh !
< lioi um — Kn nxt krimo durro whnr .
Ho iiih\ lii nice riiiuaititchy
pmnprtJ'.ttliv.
Stoll a park a penny whittle
imiltt rum uu i*li rat.
Sing aoiif kitrtiv kntrhv leftwv
oil ?
Judge Under wood says the words of
this pathetic piece were composed hy
Judge Warner over fifty years ago, but
lie uever did know who set 'em to mu
sic.
Unde Remus always shuffles to the
chorus in a plantation manner that gives
it a tine effect. Maybe tho Lounger
would like this style. 1 am certain he
would be a happier man if he would
cultivate Undo Remus and be recon
ciled to music. Yours, Bin, Am*.
TUB VERDICT.
Atlanta jyittpafch, 71/i inutant.
The knowing and wise men among us
have prophesied for the last week that
when the final vote was taken in the
llcnfroc case there would be seventeen
votes for acquittal. It seems they were
right, for there were just seventeen Sen
ators who voted not guilty. In another
, column will be found their names.
The day was an exciting one. After
the powerful appeal of Colonel Lester
to the Senators to do their duty, it was
thought that a verdict of guilty would
be rendered. When the roil was called,
however, the 17 answered not guilty,
and that ended the case. Rcnfroe was
acquitted with three votes to spare, llis
acquittal was hailed by his friends with
delight and at times a slight quiver of
applause stirred the breeze of the gal
i lery.
So the verdict of not guilty was ren
dered. It is a pity that Renfroedid not
consult his Senatorial friends before he
offered his resignation to the House, and
to make restitution of the interest he
had received. It would have taken off
i some of the sharp edges of the ease for
; those who voted not guilty. He had al
ready plead guilty, but in the language
of a distinguished Georgian, the Senate
! would not believe him when he said lie
was guilty, but said by the verdict,
You are mistaken, you are not guilty,
you ought not to pay back any money,
or ought you to resign.”
Wliat will he the effect of the verdtet
we know not. The action of the House
: yesterday in trying to move tho capital
wo take to be expressive of disapproval
! of the verdict, but we hope Atlanta will
j not be made to bear the burden of that
verdict. Atlanta did not mould it, nor
is she responsible for it. The Senators
who voted not guilty arc alone responsi
ble.^
The strangest part of the whole mat
; ter is that Renfroe should be acquitted of
taking $247.00 as costs, and Goldsmith
convicted of taking fifty cents cost on fi.
fas. This inconsistency in the two ver
dicts will remain a mystery, and while
wc have nothing to say against it, we can
but wonder if Goldsmith was only made
an example —only sacrificed on the altar
of public policy—to suffer for the short
j coinings of the present administration.
A Touching Story.
Philadelphia Vresti.
Charley ('ochrane, who was for many
years Goldsmith Maid’s groom, arrived
from California, and wishing to see the
grand old trotting mare and her colt,
called on Mr. Smith, her owner, to ob
tain his permission to visit Fashion
Stud farm, in New Jersey. Mr. Smith
accompanied (,‘ochrane to the farm, and
on arriving there remarked : “Charley,
the Maid is very jealous of her colt, is
very cross, and will permit no one to
approach it.” Cochrane arranged that
Goldsmith Maid should hear his voice
before she saw him and although they
had not seen each other for two years,
a loud whinny presently assured the
visitors that the mare had recognized
the man’s voice. Cochrane next show
ed himself, when a touching scene oc
curred. The old queen of the turf who
for months would not allow any one to
approach her, making use of both heels
and teeth if it was attempted, rushed
with a bound to her old friend, forget
ting even her colt and rubbed loir head
upon his shoulder, her nose in his face,
played with his whiskers and showed
by her every action that her heart was
full of joy to sec him. Directly the colt
came up to them, and the old mare was
delighted when Charley placed his hand
on the little fellow. When Charley
left the place the old mare followed
him to the gate, whinnying for him
even after lie had passed out of her
sight.
An old pioneer, who was something
of a fatalist, lived in a region infested
by Indians. He always took his gun
with him, and once, finding that some
of the family had taken it out, he would
not go without it. His friends called
him. saving that there Was no danger of
the Indians, as he Would not die till his
time came, anyhow. ‘‘Yes,” said he,
“ but suppose 1 was to meet an Indian,
and his time had come to die, it would
not do not to have my gun.
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On the 7th, after the Impeachment
trial of Treasurer lleufroe, the bill in
troduced hy Mr. Shannon, of Fmuklin,
to provide for tfe* building of anew cap
ital was considered in a Committee of
the Whole with Mr. Mynatt, of Fulton,
in the chair.
Mr. McWhorter, of Greene, offered a
substitute setting Ibrtli that the public
iutercst demanded a removal of the cap
ital from Atlanta to Milledgeville, uiul
that the question be at mice transmitted
to tho people.
Mr. Fort, of Sumpter, moved that the
committee report the bill back with
the recommendation that it do pass by
substitute.
Mr. Mynatt, tho chairman, made tho
report.
Mr. Phillips,- of Cobb, said lie hoped
the bill would pass. His remark tlint
we are satisfied that Atlanta is not the
place for the capital, seemed to strike
the House ami there was applauso on
the floor of the House which was prompt
ly suppressed by the speaker. Mr.
Phillips said this is no joke. We are in
earnest, and the people of Georgia will
indorse our action, if we pass the bill
Ibis afternoon.
Mr. llanks moved to lay the bill ou
the table.
Mr. Rankin, in calling the previous
question, said it was strange this ques
tion was sprung so recently after the
people of Georgia had expressed their
verdict upon the question. [Applause.]
The call was not sustained.
Mr. Fort said he did not believe the
people of Georgia wanted the capital in
Atlanta, und if they bad beheld the
scenes that have transpired in this city
since tho present session of the Legisla
ture they would never bo satisfied with
the capital here.
Mr. Mynatt—Will the gentleman spec
ify the particular charges against At
lanta? [Applause.]
M r. Turner, of Coweta, made a strong
speech in favor of Atlanta. He denied
the charge that Atlanta was in any way
responsible for the scenes that have re
cently been enacted here. “Men never
fail to find the capital. It would be as
corrupt in Milledgeville as here.”
Mr. Paine said he was raised in Mil
lcdgeville and ardently loved the old
town, but lie had uo hopes of ever car
rying the capital back there. He had
never met a single citizen of Atlanta
who approved the corruption lately uu
earthed.
Mr. Hanks regarded the substitute as
a bin 1 wine and farce.
Mr. McWhorter asked to withdraw
the substitute. Several voices shouted
“ no.”
The vote was then taken on the re
quest to withdraw, and the ayes were 59,
nays 60.
Then the House was plunged into the
utmost confusion and it required many
raps of the speaker’s gavel to restore or
der.
Mr. Strother moved to extend tho
time of the session.
The point was made that the time for
adjournment was at hand, and that tho
House necessarily stood adjourned.
The speaker declared the point well
taked and declared the House adjourned.
Fire and Matches.
Who first made fire, when and where,
a little child can easily ask. but a wise
man cannot answer. The Persians,•
Phienieians, Greeks and other nations
assert that their ancestors were without
fire. Pliny says the ancient Egyptians
were greatty delighted" with fire, which
was exhibited by Kxediis, the celebra
ted astronomer. Until recently the in
habitants of the Pliilipihns, Canary and
many other islands had never seen a
lire. The fnhabitants of the Marian
Biamls at first believed fire an animal
that fed on wood. Fire and heat are
both obtained by friction. Probably
man first obtained fire by rubbing two
pieces of wood together. Formerly, a
common practice among the people of
the Sandwich Islands was to place a
block of very dry wood on the ground
and rub it with a blunt stick back and
forth, till a groove was made and ulti
mately fire. Captain Cook states that
the Australian takes a dry piece of soft
wood, which is partially sharpened at
one end, and resting the point upon a
block, revolves the stick rapidly be
tween the hands and often gets fire in
two minutes. The natives of Terra del
Fuego, Land of Fire, made fire by
striking flint with iron pyrites, the
sparks being caught on tinder. Our
forefathers made use of similar means.
Centuries ago glass globes filled with
water were used to concentrate the rnys’
of the sun and produce fire. Over two'
hundred years ago it was discovered that
phosphorus, by friction, would ignite
dry sticks dipped in sulphur. In 1836,-
Mr. A. 1). Phillips, of Springfield,
Mass., patented a mixture of glue,
phosphorus, chalk and sulphur, with
which friction matches were made, and
soon they came into general use. Now
seventy-five factories give work to
twenty-five hundred employees, one
third of whom are children. Annually
30,240,000,000 mutches are made.
The revenue tax paid to the United
States government is one cent per hun
dred. which amounts yearly to over
three million dollars.
An Excellent Cake—One cup of blit
ter, two- of sugar, the whites of six
eggs beaten to a froth, two cups of flour,
half cup of cream, one teaspoon extract
vanilla. Bake one hour slowly.