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TOWN DIRECTORY.
MAYOR-rThomns G. Barnett.
Commissioners— W. SV. Turnippeed, D. 8.-
Bivins, K, W- Harris, K. R. James.
(Ykrk-t-K- G. Harris.
TKK.m'Rten—W/S: Shell.
Marshals —S. A. Bolding, Marshal.
J. V\. JohnsonjDeputy.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Mkthodist Kpisoopal Church, (South.)
Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
r. n. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening.
Mwthodivt Protestant Church. First
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 9
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CIVIC SOCIETIES.
Pink Grovk Lodob, No. 177, F- A. M.
Stated communications, fourth Saturday in
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THE
“BOM TON”
SALOON
(In rear of D. B. Bivins’,)
HAMPTON, GEORGIA,
IS KEPT BY
CHARLIE MoOOLLUM,
And Is open from 4 o’clock in tbe morning
until 10 o'clock at night.
Bqo4 Liquors of all trades
And at pricae ta suit everybody.
If yon want pood branch Corn Whiskey,
go to the Bon Ton.
If yon want Peach Brandy, from one to
five years old, call, at tbe Bon Ton.
If yon want good Gin go the Bon Ton and
get a drink at 5 cents or a dime, just as yoj
want ft.
If yon want a good smoke go to the Bon
Ton and get a free cigar.
loe always on hand at tbe Bon Ton.
Nice Lemon Drinks always on hand at the
Bon Ton.
SOT THE LARGEST, BUT THE
BE SI SELECTED STOCK OF
LIQUORS IS TOWN.
I have just opened my Saloon and am de
termioed to make it a success.
Fair dealing and prompt attention to aIL
Call and see, call and sample, call aod prioj
before buying elsewhere.
CHARLIE McCOLLUM.
ang2‘2;6m
1 m^iove lqvg&'m
Tie the last briuht hour of n magic time,
I shall goon be far troaMhe ocean rhime,*** -
Frow-th* 9t«<>p!i'g Mliad •levdtfefu!
.tenaH *i r.| .<4 ' *• i ; • f •f.
And 1 ever have lingered, loUi to part,
0 sweetest of western vales from thee j
But I leave thee u.iw with a hnamUng hfart,
For 1 know »o-day that my love lows me !
From the corn fields globing with August
khxwa, flat* » J - >• ' * "“’l'
From the sea's soft bine, from the wind
swept down,
I go to my lonely city room.
To the dusk and dim of the work-worn
town.
Bat a gay farewell to the golden fields,
And u light adieu,to the hiughiog sea 1
All longing to linger passes and yields
Te the thrill of the- thought that my love
loves me.
go I cheerily turn me to work again ;
Life runwin iis daily Yon trd oiiVe more;'*'
But the stress pf thought and the sweat of
brain
Have lost the hardness that erst they
wore.
For with strange new glory the world is
bright,
That never before was on land or sea ;
And all things move in n mist of light,
For joy that l know that my love loves me.
I know by the touch ot her tell-tale hand,
I read in the rose blush bloom of her
cheek
The lore that a lover can understand,
'Hie Wordless language that hearts can
speak.
Y'et I hunger to hear it in accents low,
And I look Bnd long tor the day to be —
The golden day when 1 sure shall know
From her own true, lips that my love
loves me. London Society.
lu Rattlesnake Gulcli.
We had finished the “digging’ that day,
washed nil onr dirt, added the last ounce of
shining gold dust to the plump little bugs
that were buried in the corner of the cabin,
and to-morrow would leave Red Water Run
forever.
The ‘sport” had been a good one for Tom
and me, but we were tired of the terrible
lorn liness of the place, and the constant
strain upon our nerves for fear of tbe Indians,
and *o we decided to cross the range, s’rike
the trail, and rijoin our old comrades at
Poker Gamp, before the full rains began.
Two thousand dollars in glittering dust lay
hidden in buckskin bags in our shanty, the
result of seven weeks’ digging, and for us it
was a fortune.
Supper was over—a dozen of hard-tack,
a bit of jerked venison and a pot of tea—
and with our cutty pipes, short and black,
we sat at the door of the hut, smoking, while
the sunlight slowly disappeared from the tall
peaks of the Sierras about us, and the gray
shadows crept up the narrow gnlch, silent
and chill.
After a long pause, Toni took.his pipe
from his lips and spoke :
“Did ye see anything oncommon down the
run this ariernoon, Dick—any ’signs?’ ”
“No,” said I, slowly, “not that I recollect
now. Wbat was it—bear ?”
•‘Wuss nor that."
“Injuns ?”
“Wuss nor that.”
“Outlaws, then ?”
“Correct. I figure ’twas Red Jim’s gang
Ye know they’ve been workin’ the stage
route from Wini.emncca to- Silver Clifl. and
now I reckon they’re on their way back to
the lowds to fqoander their stealings. Sartin
it is that a dozen mounted bosses crossed
th< run, just below the old sluice, sometime
since sundown o’ last night, fer I saw the
sign, nigh abont noon, and it war fresh."
“That’s bad news,” Baid 1, soberly. “If
those ent-throats knew that we were here,
nothing would please them more than to
roast us out, shoot us down, aod carry ofi
the yellow.’ It would be a hard ending to
our two months’ work.”
“Ye’re clus to right,” returned the old
miner, as be slowly refilled bis pipe, “bnt
they must catch us afore they shoot us, an’
find the gold afore they steal it. Now 1
don’t reckon on either."
“Well, bat hew do you know—” I began,
when be stopped me.
“I don’t know, and that’s jest it. ‘Better
be sore nor sorry,’ the Bible says, an’ I pro
pose to light oat to-night. Twill be moon
up at eleven. We both know tbe trail, an’
ef we’re gone and they come, all right; ef
we’re gone an’ they don’t come, we’re so
much further on our journey by mornin’.
Wbat d’ye say?"
“Agreed !”
An hoar later, with tbe gold divided and
aafely bidden in
HAMPTOM, GEORGIA. FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER W. -1879.
— - -nr- SI —— , ,
bodies, oar tools upon oar shoulders and our
rifles in our bauds, Tom BIwcMPM
looked for Hie Inst time at the^darkkhhddw
of our IHHe «CabW, a* we mdbnted the rWg*
tftsf Jay to the westward.
v tG**od-by*, ole ahant v»" said 'Jtofit, wav-,
in* hit gwi. -Tkttwiy vWwwm'thet ye*»ay»-
bavt thet we’re oni for the evening and a*
'em to await onr return. Good-bye
Our course was nearly duo west, and for.
a lime through a robing country, third? Um
bered a ltd filled with little streams, to that
we were able to travel rapidly ; bat shortly
after the moon rose we struok some heavily
wooded ridges, roagh and rocky, amt oar
progress was necessarily slow. VVe did not
talk much, hat kept u bright Jpqk-oat for
both outlaws and Indi.ins, ami we marked
our way by the stars that glimmered over
head.
The night was cool and still, the only
sound whiclr—broke the silence being the
grird of the gravel under our feet, or the
occasional cry of some far-away wolf.
We had proceeded thos for perhaps four
hoars, ami had coveted a dor,On miles or
more, when wc found ourselves at Ibe
entrance of a narrow canon, through whose
dreary slmdows our course lay. It was an
“anenimy” place, nod instinctively I loosened
mv knife in iny sheath ns we entered its
yawning mouih, bat kid Tom tifimpvd un
consciously on, and I mhst needs follow.
Deeper and deeper grew the darkness, the
toweiing walls (airly threatening to meet
overhead, while more and more tough grew
the rugged path beneath. At length we
wire obliged to crawl front [R>‘mt to point,
so thickly strewn with musses of rock was
the uneven floor.
Suddenly, a sharp turn opened before ns
the unexpected vision of n broad-park cov
ered with short grass, and through which
run a little ptrsnm, and about which, sitting,
standing and lying, were a do* n as rough
looking desperadoes as the border-land could
produce, while the whole scene was brightly
illuminated by the light of a great fire which
burned in the centre of the glade.
We had fallen into the very trap we were
seeking to nvo'd. This was the night camp
of' Red Jim’s gang I
It was too late to retreat, for, even ns we
looked, two or three men sprang to their
feet, aid, with weapons half raised, cried out
to us ‘‘Halt !'* So, with a whispered "We’re
busted miners; ask for shelter," Tom threw
up his Imnds and shouted louJly :
"Friends!”
Then, with assumed boldness we both en
tered the arena, and were at once surrounded
by the soowling. durk-browed crew.
Tom told our story—brokeo-hearted pros
pectors trying to setdrn to the mining
camps over the range, and traveling at night
foi fear of the Indians. Would they give
us supper and shelter?
A short conference was held, Red Jim, a
brawny ruffian, with a blood-colored manp
of hair and beard, putting some close ques
tions to us both ; and at length, with not the
best grace in the world, our request was
granted, and we were told to draw up anil
help ourselves from tbe open provision-paek
upon the ground.
Hungry from our long walk, we needed
no second invitation, and were soon eating
and talking with those about us as familiarly
as though horse-thieves and ent-throats
ourselves.
We dissi mbled fear, and made no attempt
at private communication. Time for that
by -and-hy. We must disarm all suspicion,
or onr throats would be sore before morning-
The meal was nearly over, and I bad just
washed down my last bite of jerked venison
with a draught of fiery whisky from the
canteen of a hideous dwarf who sat uear me,
when Red Jim again approached us.
“What’s ve’uns names?” said he,
“Mine is Baldwin—Hank Baldwiq,” Baid
old Tom, quickly ; “an’ tkfc young 'un is
Major Dick Smith. He was in tbe Rooeian
war, and is grefen at this business but I’m
an old San Juan country miner, where I
worked nine years afore I ever seed thin
cussed region.”
The ruffi m looked at him sharply fot an
instant, and then said :
“Hold oat your left hand !”
With sudden fear, I saw Tom’s face grow
ashen pale, and almost imperceptibly bis
hand moved toward his pistol-butt; theo,
recovering himself, be obeyed with a laugh.
“Thar it is, pard ; what’s left of it”—
there were but two fingers and a thorn “It
war’ crushed in Hall’s Gulch smelting works
in seventy-two.”
Red Jim kaoed forward and examined tbe
member carefully. Theo his face became
lurid, and his wolfish eyes gleamed.
“You lie, you dog! you never saw tbe
San Joan country, aod you lost those fingers
when you led the soldiers to my bidden
camp in Arizona I Yoo lost the lingers and
. I • . t —— i... ff . Ik.
11 • » •; ;■ 11 ■»
pointed to* long sow that ran across his
foretoenil.yisKxV I've never fvug• Men yowl
I’ve«My%l tke dpvi| these fewyest* U»t I
might find you, RU(I he's turned my fraud «t
lwt k* Skiid hqn. brassf” he-Isostioaed.
' There's no tire h*eßv, but in tkr morning
wp ytlfj tfy throwing the, knife! Seize
b*mr
In as instant my cemfsite-siasdKmrMi Jmnd
sq| fiat, and made fast te ae immense
boarldsr. uHe ratrte rvo sjjn sf rasisiance; it
would have been worse than tiseJws, and Ii
wss thotioaless with Vesrorl vn *’* r'f
‘•Red Jina,” said Tom', and hie Vrdoe was
husky, “ye Itev got me, and yu car do with
tire as ye please. I’m not a halt-breed nor
a woman, Jo cry at the wbi* ef a knite r tint
for God’s sake let that young-wan go !. He’a
an boneit miuer, and only knows me as such.
He neyer saw me until last fall. Do not
punish him for my score.’!
The chief turned to me.
“Dow he lie ?”
“I met -Tom Blackburn last fall for the
first time in my life. I only came from the
Fast one year ago. I know him as a miner
and nothi< g else, and, ns he said, wc have
been prospectiog, are broke and want to get
back to the Cf'mps over the range. That U
the whole truth as 1 know It."
For a moment there was hesiluncy in the
manner of my captoryanil 1 trembled. Then,
with an oath, he said ?
"Let it go ! } will believe ye, for ye look
like an honest man, an’ they’re sua’ee,” and
be grinned “Ye’re my guest until momin’
and then ye can go on. But,’’ he added>
wilh horrible einphusis, "yell Itcv lo travel
alone ”
1 lhai,fed"<he bru’e with the best grace
possible and turned away. As I passer! my
comrade, bound uud silent, I dropped one
word :
• Watch !”
The night dragged slowly on. One bv
one the road ugents rolled themselves in
their blankets, and lay down to rest ; and
lust, having appointed a guard for hia pris
oner, Red Jim turned toward where his
horse was tethered, there to Sleep with the
bridle shout his arm until danger or day
light awoke him.
Then, last of all, I too threw myßelf upon
ground, hut not to sleep. I must resene
Tom, for to leave him in the hands of these
demons would be worse thin murder. With
wotchlnl eye imd ear, therefore, I waited and
planned. One against a 3ozeo—the odds
weie desperate, and yet I must save him.
An hour passed. But the skeleton of the
fire remained—a lew glowing embers—and
from the sounds about me I knew that all
except the guard were asleep.
This, if ever, was my time. Simulating a
yawn, I slowly arose and stretched myself,
then sauntered toward the spot where Tom
lay. As I approached, his watchman turned
toward me and placed his hand warniagly
upon his rifle. I smiled, and said, in a low
tone:
“Don’t shoot, pard. I can’t sleep, and
thought Ml come an’ talk a bit with yos.”
With a muttered reply, he unde room for
me upon the log where he eat.
He was a huge fellow, with arms like a
Hercules, and a thick-knit frame (lint prom
ised enormous strength His weapons, a
rifle and heavy knifr, were Within easy reach,
and his keen eyes followed my eVery motion.
For a time, I talked generally of the
country, the game, mining and similar top
ics, drawing from him but lew -replies. At
last 1 touched upon the matter nearest my
heart, and with careful stefa sounded him
upon the question of bribery.
He seemed to take more interest in my
words now; and at last, when I came to
the decisive point, and plainly asked him if
lie would let Tom go if be was paid for it,
be said ‘ Yes.’’
My heart bounded within me.
* H<>w much will you take?” said I.
“Speak quickly. And we must have horses,
too. ”
“ More'o ye’ve got, ye euesed greenhorn,”
hissed the outlaw—“moK-’u ye’ve got I But
I’ll take the yellow afl the same, fer safe
keepin’, and then turn over to tbe cup in
tbe mortiio’.”
And, quicker than thought, hi* arms were
about me, and I was borne struggling to the
ground.
Although a much smaller men than my
opponent, I was no child, and Toqght fihf
ously ; but he was too strong for me, and
at last I lay before him breathless, one of
his hands grasping my throat, and tbe other
grasping his heavy knife? while ' h?s eyes
gleamed with murderops rage.
For an instant we glared at each other,
both panting and exhausted ; theo, bending
closer, he whispered hoarsely :
“Whar’3 yer gold ? Tell me, or I’ll cut
yer beat t out 1 Tell me without a sound, or
j I’ll—Thunder aod furies
| it- f- -♦* r TewTr'—WnCtM 1
struck *t something npoh the jprmtiffi, cfosr
to my ride, with n horridfe o*lh.
There was roe fl;*i)l JUfs
uv'tnktc rittrk*, end tlnre V Whn sofhething
shot like quivering lightning '*rr*igsf at hfti
(see. mid two tittle drops of blood ran rfoWn
his cheft. He wa« Airtieh Hy a HtHesnalfel
The same instant the reptile drew his
slitnj bbdy aenoskmv ksttd, and diskppMWvd
agtrtrt In his hide nmdhp the near Wyf
irom which otir struggle had aroused him.
My* captor breathed harJj nad Mimed
'deathly white. • .
•'Whhtfey !” s«td he. honrvefy “T mtfst
lntve whiskey, or I die !"
He strove to rise, but It was my turn now.
Wrapping my arms nhoel h m with an En
ergy born of despair, 1 bound him to me
If I could but held him until the poison had
time to work, I could eschpe, and Tom with
me.
D was horrible, but we /draggled life for
life, and I w«s the cooler man of the two
now. Hie knife was broken—we could only
fight with onr hands now, and nil my rne
my*s efforts were to escape f Hut, with a
strength which hope renewed, I resisted, and
dragged him down ngain and again, nntil in
his quivering muscles and relaxing hands, in
his dhdertded eyes and outhunging tongue, I
Baw that the venom wus beginning to aid
me. 'llien, redoubling my effort, with an
almost superhuman strength I threw him at
hist to thfe ground, bound him with his own
gaudy sctvrf, gagged him, and was free!
For a moment 1 was Utterly exhausted ;
then, slowly recovering, I crept up to where
Tom Int. and with a few blows of my knife
released him from the heavy cords which
had hound him. Vy old freed had been a
silent witness ol the entire trait Ip, and had
seen the snake, and knew all. As he arose
to his feet bP grasped my hand, and nenrly
crushed it in his expression of joy, then,
wifhotM a word, he pointed toward the pile
of rdek, not a duxen leet from the place
where my late antagonist lay.
I turned to look Prom every hole and
crevice, from every crack and comer, by'
twos and threes, single and In pairs, were
ciawling the most dreaded of nfl mountain
reptiles—raltlesmikes!
Tom leaned toward me nnd said :
“Yer fight aroused them, and they will
kill every man here ! We are fh that place
I've beam tell of—Rattlesnake Gnlch !”
Then, seizing my arm, he led me rapidly
across the open glide, hy the sleeping rob
bers, to the spot where the hor«»s wesdhdb
bled.
Selecting two, we quickly mufH d thtfr
hoofs, rode csntfonsly thinugh the winding
outlet until we resched the open country,
und then, wfth a Shake of fhh rein, dashed
away at a headlong gsllop. We were fret!
Red Jim, the outlaw, win never seen
again,but later a strange tnle v«» brought
to the mining camps on Red Water Run. of
» lonely ruvme in the mountains to the west,
•whore twelve bleaching skeletons had been
found.
Tbe prospectors who discovered them
woald have sought further among the
whitening bones for ether relics of the loft
parly, but the cnnon was so filled With rat
tlesnakes that it was nut sufe t« remain
there, and tbe simple finding of tbe remains
is atl that ever will be known.
Old Tom, however, said to me ;
“Twelve outluws—twelve skeletons 1 Tlie
rattlers caught ’em all.”
Fhk Came Down on Hkr ! A y«u"g
lady gave her roller-skating experience as
follows :
“Yoa ought to have seen me,” said the
vivacious young lady to tbe new minister;
“I’d just g it tbe skates on and made a start,
when down I came on my ”
“Maggie 5” spid her mother.
“What ? Oh, it was too tunny ! One skate
went one way and tbe other’n t’other way,
and down I came on my ”
“Margaret, 1” reprovingly spoke her father.
“Well, what? 'i bey scooted from under
roe and down I came on my ”
“Margaret 1” yelled both the parent*.
“On my little broiber wbo bad me by tbe
band, and like tp have smashed him. Now
what’s the matter ?”
Tbe girl’s mother emerged from behind
tbe cobee-pot, a sigh ol relief escaped from
- the minister, aruH.be pld gentleman .adroitly
turned tbe cooversatiou iu a political chan
nel.
A contemporary asks: “How shall
women carry their porseo to frustrate life
thieves?” Not king frustrates a thief more
than to snatch u woman’* pnr*e, after lollow
log her lialf a mile, and ibeo find it contains
nothing but a recipe for spiced peaches and
a faded photograph of her grandmother.
We love to lie beneath tbe shade and
quafl tbe cooling iemouads, and also feel the
cbeerfut ants crawl slowly up our summer
M na u >~ yp«ni w* «
Tin* ««***♦ oMn»w
TMw trfc wondkrbtl r fi.rfWnalon ahont
lrop-itre»k a»4 trag-vwwltars. i ffi velisis btfrn
irqfdy Hifm jhe J ,W<, herqe* ot tkf'k
siorie«; pods have m >de them the theoK-s
of de«ilrless song. V\’e sing of the forge of
rubai < '..in in-rl 11net,, r swnSr "Kv the forge
V Ih4t atithieri NMMd hvim,’’ tile bitfer
ofe*. When did poots< in
lofty number*, sing of the carpenter lathing
a back room on the second floor ? Who
chants the brawny arms and (be thrilling,
needs af« m«n a. four-story ladder
with a hod of indrlar ? Does anybody s'and
.with rapt emoiinn and watch a painter pulty
up’a nail hole"? f ffofild ’ dot exc'lini'g ' nty
one hour at night in the iron works ut Ash
land (or a Whole Week wntchirfg a nmu mtZ
mortur with a hoe. IVhy, these iron works
rnrroand the Ashiandens with enough rt>-
mauee to last a western community at lea-t
Six weeks. And yet I suppose thvr% are
people about here who never saw a nuilmada
in their lives. I have knojwn times in ray
own eminently useful and highly ornumenljil
Career, limes when I was trying to nail H
front gate to a feather hinge, when I wished
that there had never been a nail made any
where by anybody. And I watched them as
they fell Irom the ponderous machines, fust
as raindrops, nnd it seemed to me as I
watched them fall that, I could hear the dulL
treacherous thud of the hammer on the hu
man thumb, the long wail ot a woman’s an
guish, “the big, big D’’ of a young tpao
his agony. These strunge, wjirej . tilings
and fancies ru«hed into my mind like ajor
renf. I sldhped and picked up a n€w
nail, as a memento bt my'Wiit. Then I laid
it down again. SiffffyTbut not llowfji. 1 I
have an impression I know not *h- re I got
it,.that a uew-bid n .il, tike a new-laid egg.
is warm. Aod that it is far nor* percept- >
ible in the caye of tbe n >il. It may not bo
so in every instance. 1 presume there may
be some nails laid cold. But the ppe t
picked up was not so everlastingly gteen
wh'izmg mid, and I did not investigate any
further.— Hawkeye.
a- v- her ItyDoWt Yowl - *
The editor of the Lewisburgh (N- T.)
Chronicle tefla why country newspapers have
tp charge more than city newspapers, as fol -
lows : “We are often asked by well meaning
people why they have tft pay higher for
country newspapers than for those printed
in cities. ‘Why do you charge $2.00a year
forlhe Chronide, when I can get the New
York Sockdolof'er —a bigger paper—for
$1 #o?’ We will try to clear up this mys
tery. Suppose the Chronicle has a cash sub
scription of 1,000 at 82.1)0—that makefl
$2,000. Well, oow, suppose the New Yoik
SoebMoger, or whatever paper you aha*aw
for a comparison, has a paying list of 100»-
000 at 81 .50—that mukijr 8150 000. .Now,
suppose this city paper bus profit on each
subscriber «f ten cents —that elegrs the pub
lisher |lO 000 ; but suppose the Chun id*
rgalijes that percentage and no morg—that
would make n sum of SIOO. This latter
amount would compel a country printer to
dive very ‘thin’ himself and squander nothing
on his family, white his City contemporary
would wax fat as Seshurum. Y%u now see
t&e necessity of a country printer charging
more that* a city paper, don't you T A paper
the size of the Ch'omclt, with it* circulation
and price, ooakdo’t live owe night in a city.**
[The above is very good so far as it goaa.
It is well to State, however, that the “cheap 1 *
weeklies of the largedti4B are made WfiAil--
most exclusively of matter previously put fe
type for the dally edition of the same
so that it really cwsta the published Mrthing
for type-setting, whilst that is the principal
expense in the publico) lan of a country
P*P er -J
Tb« Dyiho Never W«ip.-It is a
strangp, iroprcssiue fact—the dying never
w tep. The circle of sobbing, agoroaing
hearts aronnd prodnee not la it
that the dying are insen-ible and stiff al
ready in the icy wave ol dissolution? Thai
can act be, for the dying mao gathers earth’s
loved ones around his couch of death; «=ks
for his wile's hand, as if to gain strength in
ihe mortal struggle ,5 and leans on the breast
ol mother, or child, with con
scious affection ; and just tx fore aspiring, at
eve, after a long day’s converse with the an
gel of summer, be says to hia dear loved onaa
—last audible •'good night’’ of earth—' Kiss
roe ; iam going ; 1 will soeo be over the
river. w Why, then, do rhe dying weep Dot ?
It must be because they have reached a
point too deep for earthly crying and weep
'ing. They are face to face with higher and
holier beings, with the Father in heaven sftd
his angel throng, led on by the Son Him a elf;
and what arg griefs of aiourniug, tears of a
dying farewell, be it that they are shed by
the dearest on earth, in that vision bright
- .-»l,«if *saeig§./ ■**•'
NO. 14