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About Schley County news. (Ellaville, Ga.) 1889-1939 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 5, 1892)
turned to stone Bodies in an Abandoned City’s Cemetery Become Petrified. An Uncanny Reminder of Min ing Days in the Far West. Away up among tho sagebrush of White Pine, far removed from the shriek of the locomotive and only dis turbed by the occasional prospector, is a strange silent city. Once more than 35,000 people carried on all kinds of business and traffic there. It was dur ing the phenomenal rush to White Pine in 1867. Many hundreds of buildings were erected. It was a wild new city, which never slept and where were enacted all the scenes which in the telling made Mark Twain and Bret Harte famous. This was the story which an old White Pine man re counted yesterday at the Lick House: “Now, if you go there,” said he, “you see only a few of those build ings, for most of them have fallen in and decayed. Scattered 1 og cabins yet remain, where mountain squirrels skurry to and fro at the sound of man’s footsteps. But it is not of this that I started out to tell you, but of a second silent city, where hundreds of men lie buried and where scarcely a headstone marks their last resting place. “The headstones, whore there were any at all, were of wood, and they quickly rotted away. The formation all about there is largely of limestone. Water percolating through it partakes of tlie nature of lime, and this in many cases lias petrified the bodies. So if one were to dig here and tbero in the great graveyard ho would find on every hand petrified men. “In many cases they are petrified so completely that the entire remains, even down to the features, are intact. The quiet graveynrti, stretching over many acres, numbers among its sleep ers all classes. There are those who died in midwinter of pneumonia and typhoid fever, for in those wild times men could not take good care of them selves. Desperadoes are there also. Numberless persons, of all degrees, died with their boots on. ‘•The men who came there on for tune bent embraced all classes. There was tho hardened prospector and tho tenderfoot, the professional man, the farmer for the first time turning his attention toward mines, and tho gam bling adventurer. Death settled upon them, high and low aliko. Many an Eastern family perhaps to this day are waiting for the return of father, son or brother. They havo dropped out for ever, and there, caught by the underground elements and tufned to stone, they will lie till the end of time. “It is a lonesome city to visit now, but twenty-five years ago it was a humming, roaring place, not unlike Creodo at the present time, only larger. It looks uncanny now aud I do not often visit it, but when I do I am constantly impressed with the un certainty of all human affairs. The old wooden headstones that yet re main are exceedingly suggestive.” Good Story of a Railroad President. President Roberts of the Pennsyl vania railroad is, as everybody knows, a great stickler for discipline, and a story is told of him which is too good to keep. Some time ago, while on his ivay to Harrisburg, the conductor of the train bowed as he passed, without asking to see his tickot. On coming through tho train again, Mr. Roberts touched liis arm and said: “Why did you not ask for my ticKOt?” Rather abashed, tho conductor re plied that ho presumed ho had liis pass. “Do you if now who I am?” next asked Mr. Roberts. “Yes, sir,” replied the conductor, “you are the prosidont of tho road.” “Granted that I am. It is your duty to allow nobody to ride over this road without showing a ticket. Al ways bear that in mind.” The conductor promised to do so in the future and passed on. After the next station had boon passed he again camo through the train for tickets, *ud coming to Mr. Roberts, stopped and demanded to see his ticket. “That’s right, my man,” said the president, putting his hand in his .Vrpast pocket. Then he grew red in the face, and as he felt in pocket after pocket, his face became redder. He had left his p tss at home. The con ductor never moved a muscle of his face, but stood with outstretched hand waiting for the ticket. Mr. Roberts was too proud to back out, and finally asked in a meek voice: “llow much is the fare to Harrisburg?” On being informed he paid over the money, which the conductor took without a smile, giving him a rebate check good for ten cents. President Roberts con tinued his ride in silence.— [Philadel phia Record. Plate-Glass Bricks. Plate-glass bricks are made from the sand formed in the grinding of the glass. The great expense in tho manufacture of plate glass is the lengthy process ct grinding, this being effected by a reciprocating move ment of quartz sand over its surface. The sand rests upon iron plates having an oscilliating motion. The quartz cuts into the glass aud iron, atnl be comes mixed with both, aud when sharp edges and particles of sand are worn away, it is piled up as worthless. The sand is said to contain about 15 per cent, of pulverized glass and 2 per cent, of iron particles. Experi ments in tho manufacture of bricks from this material are claimed to have been attended with very satisfactory results. The iron-glass sand, which is still very damp after being dis carded, is first dried and then forced into a mould under a pressure of several thousand pounds per square inch. The bricks thus obtained are subjected to temperature of 2732 deg. Falir., when the glass and saud enter into combination, forming an eutirely new product. A peculiarity of these plate-glass bricks, which are perfectly white, is that they withstand frost, and are not attacked by acids. They will also resist a crushing-force of from 800 to nearly 1000 pounds on 0.155 square inch. They are stated to be much superior to others, not only in point of durability, but in appear ance.—rlron. How Cassowaries May Fish. If the cassowaries were provided with a larger pool of water, we might have a chance of verifying the truth or the reverse of a slightly incredible story which has been told about them. An Australian traveler happened to observe a cassowary from the oppo site side of a creek, with a view, nc doubt, to ultimately getting a shot at it. The bird presently stepped into the water and squatted down for t few minutes. This of itself was ao unusual proceeding for so purely a land fowl—Cursores, or runners, was the name given to this group by some of the earlier naturalists; but the se quel is stranger still. After quietly staying in the water for some mo ments, the bird stood up and walked out on to the bank. Arrived there, it shook its wings, when out dropped a multitude of tiny fishes. These it proceoded to pick up and to eat. The idea i* that the fishes mistook the stringy feathers of tho bird for weeds and only discovered their mistake when too late. — [Chamber’s Maga zine. A Brave Bull. The hero of the Spanish bull ring now is not a torreador, or slayer of bulls, but a bull who has repeatedly cleared the arena of his antagonists, lie has not killed or dangerously wounded any man, but he lias put to flight every toreador, picador, cliulo or banderillero who has dared to cuter the arena with Imp; and- though tho crowd havo come to see him slain, his conduct lias been so valliant that the people have demanded that liis lifo should bo spared. The bull’s name is Lechuzo. lie made liis first appearance in the arena at San Lucar, in Audalusia, in 1888, and so suddenly cleared tho ring of his enemies that tho people rose in ad miration and demanded his reprieve. Again, at Cordova, after the wounds which the picadors inflicted upon him at San Lucar had been healed, Lcchuzo drove all bis enemies before him, and again Ills life was spared at the de mand of the spectators. Lechuzo is eight j*ars old, and is classed as in vincible.— [Pearson’s Weekly. The United States exported 1,454, 000 barrels of apples to Europe last season. SCHLEY COUNTY NEWS. The Great Mystery. I know not whence or how or why I cams, I walk and talk—I laugh and cry— I breathe to live—I live to die— And dying, leave a name to fame, or shame. I know not where or how or when I’ll go. The end will come some day, and then— A sigh—a tear—a prayer—amen! I know not now, but when I go I’ll know. — [II. T. Hollands, in Detroit Free Press. HUMOROUS. A towel trust has been established. It will come down with a crash. A bridge should never be condemned until it has been tried by its piers. Minds of moderate calibre ordinarily condemn everything which is beyond their range. A little learning in a fool, like scanty powder in a large gun, will sometimes make considerable noise. She—don’t you think Marion an in tellectual-looking girl ? The Brute— Why, no; I think she’s quite pretty. “Pa,” said a fivc-year-old son, “can a rope walk?” “I think not my son,” answered the father* “but it might if it were taut.” Ilymer—Rather a thankless task, isn’t it, writing poetry for the papers? Rymer—Thankless! No, indeed— thanks are about the only returns I got. “This mummy fell to pieces as we were unpacking it,” said the director of the museum to Gazzam. “Ah,” replied Gazzam, “dead broke, evi dently.” Although you grieve when you are poor, It’s always well to learn— You never really know for sure Which way affairs may turn. “Have you read my last novel, my dear friend?” “Certainly.” “Well, and how did you like it?” “I laid the book down with the greatest satis faction.” “Why do you always employ wo men as typewriters?” asked Mrs. Cur tain Lecture. “So that I have some thing to dictate to,” replied* the unhappy man. “I’ve got a new baby brother,” said Tommy. “That’s all right,” answered Freddy; “but I’m going to havo a new grown-up brother as soon as sister marries him.” “Ilis attentions to you have been marked, have they not ? ” said the young woman’s experienced friend. “Oh, yes. He has never taken the price-tag ofl any of his presents.” Maiden (listening to Mendelssohn’* “Wedding March”) —I don’t see why they have the clashing of the cymbals. Young Mrs. Benedict—Why, as a 3 ymbol of the clashings which are to follow, of course. The saddest, weariest, sorriest time That ever springs beneath the sun And put all tempers out of chime, Comes when a holiday is done. Mistress (to coot)--You know, Maria, I cannot allow you to receive your pretended cousin in the kitchen every evening. “You are very kind, mum, but lie’s so very shy, mum, he won’t step into the parlor.” i • This business of tracing one of my lost manuscripts makes me think of a dog I once owned,” said Scrib bler. “In what respect?” queried Mawson. “He had a habit of chasing his own tail,” replied Scribbler. Mrs. Billus—Why don’t you pay it and say nothing, John? I wouldn’t make so much fuss over a doctor’s bill. Mr. Billus (cross-eyed with wrath)—I didn’t say doctor’s bill, Maria! I said doctored bill. 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