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TUTTS
PILLS?
INTRODUCED, 1865.
1 torpid liveii
is th fruitful source of many diseases, promi
w nent among which are
DYSPEPSIA, sick-headache, costiveness,
dysentery, bilious fever, ague and fever,
JAUNDICE, piles, rheumatism, kidney com
plaint, colic, etc.
SYMPTOMS OF A
torpid liver.
j*** of Appetito and Waua. the bowala
jjecoativa, butßometimaa alternatoJVith
lootenew, Pain in the Head, accompanied
frith Dull sensation in the back partiPain
In the right aide and under the shoulder
blade, fullness after eating, with a
citation to exertion of body ormindjlrri
tability of temper, Low spirits, Loaa of
memory, with a feeling of having neglected
come duty, General weariness; Dizanees,
fluttering at the Heart. Dots before the
eyee, Yellow Skin, Headache generally
over the right eye, Restlessness at night
with fitful dreams, highly colored Urine.
IF THESE WARNINGS ARE UNHEEDED,
SERIOUS DISEASES WILL SOON BE DEVELOPED.
TUTT’S PILLS
are especially adapted to sueh
••••, a single dose effects
•uch a change of fading as to
astonish the sufferer.
TUTT’S PILLS
iri camponudad from mbntancei that are
free from any properties that can Injure
Iks moat delicate organization. They
Prarch, Cleanse, Parity, and Invigorate
the entire Nystom. By relieving the en
gorged I.lver, they cleanse the blood
from poisonous humors, and thus Impart
health and vitality to the body, causing
the bowels to act naturally, without
which no one can fsel well.
A Noted Divine says:
Dr. TUTTDear Sir; For ton years I have been
S martyr to Dyspepsia, Constipation and Piles. Last
Spring your Pills were recommended to mo; I usod
them ( but with little faith). lam no* a Well man,
have good appetite, digestion perfect, regular stools,
piles gone, and I have gained forty pounds solid flesh.
Tfaej are worth their weight in gold.
Rev, R. L SIMPSON, Louisville, K*
TUTT'S PILLS.
Their first effect is to fnr refute Iho Appetite*
and cause the body to Take on Flesh, thus the
eystem is nourished, and by their Tonic Ac
tion on the iMfceottve Organ#, Regular
Btoels are produced*
OR, J, F. HAYBOG9,
OF NEW YORK, SAYS:-
"Few diseases exist that cannot ho relieved by re-
Ptorinjj the Liver to its normal functions, and for
this purpose iro remedy has over been invented that
fc&s as happy ato effect as TUTT’S PILLS.”
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IW - Or. TUTT’S MANUAL of Valuable lufor
taatioh aud Useful Receipts'’ will benmiled/ree
on application.
TUTT’S HAIR DYE.
Gray Hair or Whiskers changed to a Glossy
Black by a single application of this Dyi> It im
parts a Natural Color, acts Instantaneously, and is
as Harmless as spring water. Sold by I>nijreie, or
Sciii by express uu receipt of $l.
Office, 35 Murray St., New York.
THE GENUINE
DR. C. McXANE’S
Celebrated American
WORM SPECIFIC
OR
VERMIFUGE.
SYMPTOMS OF WORMS.
THE countenance is pale and leaden
colored, with occasional flushes, or
a circumscribed spot on one or both
cheeks; the eyes become dull; the pu
pils dilate; an azure semicircle runs
along the lower eye-lid; the nose is ir
ritated, swells, and sometimes bleeds;
a swelling of the upper lip; occasional
headache, with humming or throbbing
of the ears; an unusual secretion of
saliva; slimy or furred tongue; breath
very foul, particularly in the morning;
appetite variable, sometimes voracious,
with a gnawing sensation of the stom
ach, at others, entirely gone; fleeting
pains in the stomach; occasional
nausea and vomiting; violent pains
throughout the abdomen; bowels ir
regular, at times costive; stools slimyJ
ot unfrequently tinged with blood;
belly swollen and hard; urine turbid;
respiration occasionally difficult, and
accompanied by hiccough; cough
sometimes dry and convulsive; uneasy
and disturbed sleep, with grinding of
the teeth ; temper variable, but gener*
ally irritable, &c.
Whenever the above symptoms
are found to exist,
DR. C. McLANE’S VERMIFUGE
will certainly effect a cure.
IT DOES NOT CONTAIN MERCURY
in any form; it is an innocent prepara*
tion, not capable of doing the slightest
injury to the most tender infant .
The genuine Dr. McLane’s Ver
mifuge bears the signatures of C. Mc-
Lane and Flemino Bros, on the
wrapper. :o:~
DR. C. McLANE S
LIVER PILLS
are not recommended as a remedy “for all
the ills that flesh is heir to,” but in affections
of the liver, and in all Bilious Comp-amts,
Dyspepsia and Sick Headache, or diseases of
that character, they stand without a rival.
AGUE AND FEVER.
Nobetter cathartic can be used preparatory
to, or after taking Quinine.
Asa simple purgative they are unequaled.
BEWARE Of' IMITATIONS.
The genuine are never sugar coated.
Each box has a red wax seal on the lid with
the impression Da. McLanb’s Liver Pills.
Each wrapper bears the signatures ol C.
Mcl.ane and Fleming Bros.
Insist upon having the genuine Dr. C. MC-
Lane's Liver Biles, prepared by Fleming
Bros., of Pittsburgh. Pa., the market being
full of imitations of the name McLttne ,
spelled differently but same pronunciation.
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THE DAWSON JOURNAL.
BY J. D. IIOYL & CO.
Tales of the Jon-Jims.
[New York Graphic ]
Zola’s story of “L’Assommoir’’ re
calls a chat I once had with one who
might be termed a professional drunk
ard He had suffered terribly from ex
cessive drinking; he knew its evil far
better than one could tell him, and he
realized his position thoroughly, yet ho
clung to the habit and avowed himself
a drunkard. Said he; I have gone too
far and too long on this road. My
stomach has been made over and adapt
ed to rum. The organ can’t be revo
lutionized again. It’s too old to leave
off whisky. To change its feed would
kill me in a fort-night. It isn’t so good
a stomach as the natural one was, hut
it stands a pint or more of brandy per
day. I’ve trained it to that duriug
these many years, and you can’t teach
an old stomach new tricks. Delirium
tremens) Snakes? Jim-jams? Yes, I’ve
had touches of them. You want to
know how it feels? I’ll tell you, al
though I never did much more than
just pass the jim-jams frontier. You
have drank maybe a week, maybe more.
You have kept quite full during that
period, and it never ceases to excite,
and it never will utilize. You can
drink a pint of brandy and it has no
more effect than so much water. Then
you are close on the horrors. Food
won’t help you. Your stomach rejects
it.
Now your punishment commences.
You can’t sleep. You are weary. Oh,
so weary, but there is no rest. You are
tired of thinking, yet the tired Drain
will think. You lie down, drop into a
doze for a moment, and wake up with
a shock as if touched by an electric
wire. You are covered with perspira
tion. You get up and walk the room,
walk the streets-—walk, walk, walk, and
then fling yourself down, praying for
ever so few minufes’ sleep. All this
for days with people about you, and
through nights, whose lone, silent
dreary hours drag, drag, drag, while
thus you lie down and get up, and
merely to kill the time you dress and
undress, while people wonder what
uneasy mortal is fussing in the next
room and forever going up and down
stairs. To stay the live-long night in
that lone room is horrible, you are sti
fled, buried, in it. To get out in the
street is only to change the horror.
Your exhausted body pleads for rest.
Your brain pleads for rest. But no
Chinese torturer employed in keeping
some miserable criminal awake till he
dies was ever more full of relentless
vigilance than your abused nerves. They
are mad. They have mutinied, They
have horno and borhe the loads of alco
hol you have imposed upon them until,
frenzied with the strain, they have ta
ken the bit between their teeth and run
away with your body and brain. You
realize this. You feel yourself borne
on from horror to horror by this unseen
power within you. Dreads indescriba
ble seize upou you. Your hands have
a sensation of being of an enormous size.
They do pot look it. They feel it
Your head in like manner feels as if
enormously puffed out. Then your
breath comes spasmodically, hot flushes,
strike at the region of the heart, all the
blood seems at times to rush in that
direction, and you fight aimlessly foi
life and expect to fall dead. This is
the commencement of the horrors. Now
you are fixed for seeing rats, and snakes,
and vermin.
llow many attacks can a man stand ?
How many? I’ve known men who
weren’t wholly free from the jim jams
for months- They saw the things con
tinually. Didn’t nind them at all.
Got used to them. There was Green
wood, a lawyer in Sonora, Tuolumne
county, California, he lived on whisky
as nearly as a man could live on it for
years. Sometimes he had the snakes
very bad, and again they’d tone down
to moderation, yet he had ’em all the
same. He would sit in his office draw
ing up some legal documents as straight
and correct as the soberest legal head
in the county, and all time curse the
?ro ws (jim-jatn crows, you know) for
getting on the paper. There was
French Louis, who kept a saloon at
Jamestown, in the same county, who
drank himself to death with his own
liquor. He was a mass of bloat, yet
he’d serve customers to the last, and
all the time see a string of monkeys
(jun-jam monkeys) running round the
cornices of his saloon. “They amuse
uie,” he would say, “and besides they
are not so mischievous as real mon
keys. . ...
There’s a man living in that same
town to-day to whom a phase of mama
a potu is of no more inconvenience, ap
parently, than a severe cold. I’ll call
him Doncaster, which isn’t his real
name, but comes pretty near it. That
DAWSON, GEORGIA. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER!!. 1879.
man is a living contradiction of the the
ory that whisky in excess will kill peo
ple. He has for twenty years drank
lakes of it, and the poorest whisky in
the world at that. After a howling
drunk at night he will do a hard day’s
work, and keep up both the work and a
modified sort of spree on more whisky,
seeing all the time men around him
(jim-jam men) who talk and threaten
him. “They plagued me some at first,
said he, “but I told ’em to git and they
got. One night I heard a lot of fellers
under my window plotting to rob and
kill me. I thought to myself, if that’s
your game I’ll take a hand in it myself.
So I got up, took my knife and six
shooter and put out. YVheu I got out
of doors they seemed to me about one
hundred yards ahead in the darkness,
and one hundred yards ahead they kept
for two miles, nor could I get any
nearer to them. So I traveled and
they traveled, out of the camp all that
distance, until all at once they seemed
to make a straight scoot off the road,
and I heard ’em next talking on Grave
yard Hill. Then I saw it all, and says
I, ‘Snakes, by ,’ and I turned about
and came home.” Then there was Dr.
D., of the same camp. He knew for
years that he was drinking himself to
death. He was treating cases of the
jim-jams all over the country, yet he
knew his turn must come. He feared
it, too. For years before the real hor
rors got hold of him he never saw a
rat or heard cats squall in the dark,
but he’d inquire of those about him if
they heard them too, in order to find
out whether they were real rats and
cats or jim-jim rats and cats The
boys detected this dread at last, and
used to frighten the doctor by asserting
they heard nothing, while the cats were
singing their highest notes. At last the
real article got hold 6f him. Not in
the shape of cats or rats, though.
Worse. Men with clubs and pistols.
He got a club himself and ran down
the main street screaming and beating
the air with half the camp after him.
An incident in his case shows how, in
these fits, a man may be both in and
out of his sober senses at the same time.
Among (hose who were trying to soothe
him after he was stopped was one Dave
Horton, an ignorant but consequential
person, and not at any time a particu
lar favorite of the doctors. ‘"There’s
nothing after you, doctor, nothing at
all,” said Horton, much in the tone he
would use toward a frightened child?
when all at once the doctor hit him a
lively rap ou the head with his club.
At this, Horton’s benevolence turned
all to gall and bitterness, and he want
ed to tight the mad physician. Well,
D. recovered from this fit, and a friend,
at, his request, told him how he had
raved and acted. But wheu he aliuded
to Horton, the doctor remarked, with a
curious expression: ‘"Oh, yes; I recol
lect that part of it. The fool annoyed
me, and I wanted to get rid of him.”
As was his want, the doctor kept strict
ly sober some months, and then he
went at it, and kept himself deluged
with whisky for weeks, until the men,
with clubs and pistols, got after him
again. That time they settled hira }
and the doctor knew it, for, in one ot
his quiet spells, he turned to his inti
mate friend and said: “It s no use;
salt can’t save me. I know my case
thoroughly, and the quicker 1 go the
better I’m suited.”
Are not these good temperance lec
tures?
!■
A Centipede’s Deadly Claws.
Several Mexicans were in camp at
the mouth of Memphis creek, Utah
Territory, and were lying about the
fire, when one of them, Telestoro Cru
cas, saw a large centipede, fully nine
inches long, traveling slowly over his
leg. Knowing that the least motion
would make it sink its deadly claws in
to his skin, without moving his leg he
got out his revolver and waited until
the beast had almost reached his knee,
when slowly putting the mouth of the
pistol to his head, he pulled, and the
centipede was gone. But a centipede s
claws are quicker than gunpowder, and
Crucas began to cramp in a few minu
tes. The track of the reptile along his
leg turned a brownish yellow and the
place where it was killed swelled up
firightfully. Crucas rapidly grew worse
and in a little over four hours afterwards
he died in great agony. But the most
singular part of the story is that the
bullet from Crucas pistol cut a small
nick in the fore-leg of a mule that was
tethered near oy, and at daylight next
morning the mule was also dead, with
its lew so swolen that the skin had Durst
in several places.- Cannon County
Vigilante.
A Newton county married lady was
telling a Butts county girl how nicely
her husband cculd write. “Oh, yon
should see some of his love letters ?”
‘ Yes, I know,” was the freezing reply,
“I have got a bushel of them at home
in my trunk.”
A RICH EfISODE.
Queer Case of Love at First
Sight.
[Atlanta Constitution.]
Yesterday morning, while a widow
lady of some forty-five summers whs
quietly sitting in the ladies’ reception
room at the carshed, waiting for out
ward-bound Macon train to back
down, a short, heavy-set gentleman,
with shaggy whiskers, deliberately
w alked up to her, and without the
slightest warning or the shadow of
an introduction, began making a pro
posal of marriage in the most earnest
manner imaginable. After expressing
in unmistakable and ardent language
the fervor of his impromptu affection,
he slated that he was the owner of
one thousand acres of land in the
western portion of the state, aud had
the honor to be the fond parent of
two interesting children, aged respec
tively seven and eight years, and who
were at that moment enjoying the
privilege of excellent schooling.
He then proceeded to beg her to
marry him at once, and if she could
not make it convenient to do so then
and there, please to register a promise
that she would, under no circumstan
ces, put the wedding off longer than
the ensuing Saturday. The off-hand
lover spoke in such a rapid and im
passioned strain that it was impossi
ble to check him until the tale had
been told. Whereupon the elderly
lady, having recovered from the con
fusion and amazement inseperable
from a courtship so startling in char
acter, blushingly, but firmly, inform
ed him that be was a “rank” stran
ger to her, having never laid eyes on
him before, that she was taken com
pletely aback by his off-hand though
warm proposal, that she had not even
the pleasure of knowing his name;
and while she appreciated his kindly
sentiment for her, she could not con
sent to become his wife on such ex
ceedingly short notice. Uponthishe
granted her a brief hour lor reflection
and walked away, returning promptly
before the departure of the Macon
train, and taking a seat beside her in
the ladies ear was again pressing his
suit in the most urgent manner as the
reporter passed out of the shed. A
most peculiar case this, but are not
this informal lover’s chances of suc
cess as good is those of the deliberate
wooer who lays regular siege to the
lady’s heart and after a long and ar
duous struggle with a host of hopes
and fears demands a surrender which
may, or may not be made?
How tlie People of Kansas Suf
fer with the Ague.
[Philadelphia Times.]
The two things which will be apt to
strike a fresh sojourner most vividly in
Kansas will be the ague and the general
recklessness. Both seem to be integral
parts of the population, and both are in
variably ignored. 11l no town of south
era and western Kansas wi 1 the most
‘•areful inquiries develop trace of any
ague. People will declare upon their
souls that, though “they do have ager
in W. or A. or B , within a few miles
of their particular locality, there was
never a case known in the limits of their
own town, and if they do not happen to
have a “chill” before they finish speak
ing they will very likely believe their
own words to a certain extent, so thor
oughly does each Kansas inhabitant
trust in the superiority of his own por
tion of the State. Y r et there are some
porti ms of Kansas where the ague is so
constant that the people seem to look
upon it as they do upon breathing—as
a natural consequence of existence.
They have “chills” the year around,
and have them finally so habitually that
one can t 11 an old ague sufferer instant
ly by the methodical manner in which
he shakes, as if he knew from experi
ence exactly what particle of flesh would
shiver next, and was prepared for it.
The people take “chills” at any time
with the most perfect coolness. Thev
go to parties and waltz through them,
get married in the midst of them, and
it is no uecommon thing to see men on
the street corners suddenly pull up their
coat collars, with the thermometer at
ninety degrees, without thinking it nec
essary to announce that they have a
chill. During the months of August
and September, which are especially the
a:me-brreeding months, one sees whole
populations the color of brown paper,
looking as if all the wholesome part of
their natures had dried away, and al
most forcing one to the belief that the
human race had its origin in dried ap
ples.
A young elephant in a menagerie at
tacked its keeper, at Lancaster, N. H.
and probably would have killed him
had not the vicious brute’s mother
come to the man’s rescue and inflicted
terrible punishment upon her offspring.
In the Jaws of a Lion.
I was out after porcupines, aruT was
lying doWn one night near a
procupine’s hole, waiting for him to
come out. I had no gun, but
only my hunting-knife and a large knob
kerrie with which to knock the porcu
pine on the nose; for that you know,
kills him at once. I did not hear a
sound until I froutid the grass near me
move, and a liou got his paw on me
and lifted me Up. Thcbri tj p 6 sed his
claws into me, but, luckiiy, my leath
er belt prevented his teeth from dain
agitig me, and he carried me, holding
on my belt and coat. If either of these
had given way, I should have been laid
hold of in a far more rough manner. A
lion is like a cat in one thing, he can
hold a live creature in his mouth aud
not damage it, jmst as I have seen a cat
carry a mouse. I knew the nature of the
lion well enough to know that if I
struggled I should have my neck bro
ken or my head smashed in an instant,
so I did not struggle, but quietly drew
my knife and thought what was best to
do. I thought at first of trying to
strike him in the heart, but I could not
reach that part of him, and his skin
looked so loose I could not strike deep
enough, carried as I was. I knew it
Would be life or death with me in an in.
stant, so turning myself a bit, I gashed
the lion’s pose and cut it through. The
lion dropped me as I should drop a
poisonous snake, and jumped away
roaring with pain. lle*stood for an in
stant lo iking at me, but I did not
move, and he did not seem to like to
carry me again. More than once he
came up to within a few yards of me,
licking the blond as it poured from his
nose ; but there I remained like a stone,
and he was fairly afraid to tackle me
again. I knew a buffalo and an ox are
very sensative on the nose, and a cat,
if just tipped ou the nose, can’t stand
it, so I thought a lion might be the
same, and so it proved.— From “Among
the Zulus.”
The Atlanta Dispatch relates a blood
curdling story of the very narrow es
cape of a little child from a terrible
death, as follows: “Yesterday a pleas
ure party slarted faom the Jossey House,
in Decatur, to visit Btone Mountain.
Among the party was Mrs. W. C. Jones
of Augusta, and her daughter Emmie,
about nine years old, and three or
four small children. Emmie
and the little daughter of Mrs. Cunning
ham, of Savannah, wandered from the
grown people and were soon lost. They
rambled through the thick undergrowth,
calling for their parents, but had got
tou too far to be heard. The children
were moving rapidly, when, without
any warning, Emmie slipped from the
steep and almost perpendicular side of
mountain, falling about three hundred
feet, when, by great presence of mind,
she managed to catch a little shrub and
cling to the mossy side of the mountain
her feet restiug ou a space of about
Sfteen inches of a jutting rock. Had
she again slipped she would have been
hurled one thousand feet further and
been dashed to pieces among the tbarp
rocks below. Her little companion
missed her, but did not know she had
fallen, and finally found the grown peo
ple from whom she had been separated.
The entire party went in search of Em
mie, and were about to give up the
hunt, when some parties passing the
base on that side of the mountain
looked up and saw the ohild suspended
in mid-air, as it were. Information
was quickly carried to the anxious
mother, and the question arose how
could she be rescued? She had been in
that position for two hours and no time
was to be lost. A brave and gallant
young gentleman named George 11.
Goldsmith, about nineteen years of age,
volunteered to descend the treacherous
mountain side and rescue the child trom
impending death. The child below
was urging them to be quick—that she
was growing cold. A swift, strong
wind was sweeping the mountain sides,
and it was growing quite late. No
time was lost, and iu a few minutes a
coil of rope was brought, hastily ad*
justed around the brave young man,
and, assisted by Mr. J. T. Willingham,
he was lowered to where the child was
clinging to the scaly walls. Reaching
the child he gathered her in his arms
and brought her safely to the arms of
her mother. The child clutched young
Goldsmith with such force that she left
the imprint of her blue fingers deeply
imbeded iu his arm ’’
Brig Allison cut bistliroat inLouis
ville, but had not made a mortal
wound when a policeman took away
the knife. Allison was unable to
speak, but be wrote on a scrap of pa
per: ‘T will give you $5 if you will
give me back my knife and let me
kill myself.”
VOL. 16--NO 2<i
Eastern and Western Story-Tcll
iiiff.
It is no use, says the Boston Trans*
cript, for an Eastern to try to tell a big
story when there is a Western man
about. “When I was a young man,”
said Colonel 8., “we lived in Illinois,
the farm had been well wooded, and
the stumps were pietty thick. But we
put the corn in among them end man*
aged to raise a fair crop. The next
season I did my share of the plowing.
We had a ‘sulky plow,’ and I sat in the
seat and managed the horses—four as
handsome bays as ever man drew rein
over. Oue day I found a stump right
in my way. I hated to back out, so I
just said a word to the team, and, if
you’ll believe it, they just walked that
plow right through that stump as though
it had been cheese.” Not a soul ex
pressed surprise. But Major 8., who
had been a quiet listcucr, remarked
quietly: “It's curious, but I had a
similar experience myself once. My
mother made our clothes in those days,
as well as the cloth they were made of.
The old lady was awful proud of her
homespun—said it was the strongest
cloth in the State. One day I had
just plonghed through white oat stump
in the way you speak of, Colonel. But
it was a little too quick for me. It
came together before I was out of the
way, and nipped the seat of my trous
ers. I felt mean, I tell you, but I put
the string on the ponies, and, if you’ll
believe it, they just snaked that stump
out, roo sand all. Something had to
give, you kuow.”
The Washington Gazette gives an
account of a great excitement recently
kicked up in that neighborhood, which
we republish verbatim. It says: “A
few days ago, while Mr Dick Moore,
tenant ou his brother Dave’s place,
just ovpr the river, was absent at the
mill, a difficulty occured in the orchard
between his little son and some smal.
niggers, who had been destroying fruit.
A fight occurred, in which the nigger
women soon took part. The boy fled
was pursued to or near the house. Ili
mother gave him the shot gun and told
him to defend himself He fired upon
the niggers at one hundred yards, and
wounded slightly three small niggers
By this time the nigger men had conn
up to reinforce, and then the affair grew
terribly in earnest. The niggers pro
ceeded to take the yard and house oi
Mr. Moore by storm. Mrs. Moore and
her son retired in good order and threw
up entrenchments. The niggers do
manded her son, in order, they said,
that they might chop him to pieces.
Time was gained by a parloy until Mr
Moore and his nephew arrived from the
mill. Then there was a quiet as deep
and profound as on the forty-first day
of Noah’s flood. The next morning
Judge Triplott, of Raytown, issued
warrants for five. Mr. Geo. Wrigh
carried the prisoners up to court. In
default of one hundred dollars bond,
they were tied up two and two and
marched to jail; but they soon found
dear friends on the way. In two Oi
three days they were out in Tom’s,
Dick’s and Harry’s fodder field. Ii
now remains to be seen how they wii)
fare this week before J udge Pottle.”
Berrien County News : On Monday
evening last a little daughter of Mr. J.
J. McMillan, aged ten years, was bit
ten by aground-rattle, the bite of which
is almost as deadly as that of the rat
tlesnake. Mr. McMillan lives between
three or four miles from this place, and
it would have been fatal to the child to
have waltedforhelp from here, and Mr. M.
knowing this, boiled a bottle of spirits
of turpentine and water, and while it
was at boiling heat applied the mouth
of the bottle over the place bitten. He
also gave the child a glass of sweet
milk, in which had been dissolved a
piece of alum the size of an ordinary
marble. The little girl was suffering
intense agony until the above remedies
were applied and then all pain ceased.
Mr. M. came to town and procured
some whiskey, which he gave the child
freely, and we are glad to state that
his prompt and sensible treatment of
the case was entirely successful. He
informed us that drawing out the pois
on with boiling turpentine and water is
a remedy well known in this section, as
it lias been frequently used, and that
when the bottle is placed over the bit
ten part a green stream can b3 plainly
seen going up into it. The remedy is
a good one, and should be always w.th
in reach.
The Atlanta Constitution says: “A
man who is continually expressingcontem
pt for the newspapers is afraid of them.
And he has some particular reason for
being afraid. This item should be
placed in vour scrap bwok f‘” reference "
Whiping Mormon Converts.
The Ash vide (N C.) Courier says we
mentioned last Week that there were
two Mormons at work in Cherokee coun.
ty. VVe barn that they succeeded in
making several converts, whon the peo
ple quite handsomely tickled the preach
ers with hickory twigs, inducing them
to leave the country in haste Not con
tent with this, the citizens thought it
advisable te ‘tickle’ the converts also-
One fellow complains bitterly that the
tickling was done while he had only his
shirt to protect him. The ‘converts,’
some thirty in number, including sever
al females—indeed, a majority of the
converts are women—have sold their
goods and chattels and are about mov
ing to Utah.
LaGrange Reporter: “Avery strange
accident happened late last Saturday
evening to a young man named Devany
Lane, living about four miles this side
of Greenville. He had out down a tree
to get a rabbit, which had taken refuge
in the hollow. The rabbit ran out and
Mr. Lane started after it. A limb of
the fallen tree which had got caught
against the ground or against a near
tree, sprung loose, and struck him un
der the chiu, knocking him senseless.
Two little boys who were with him see
ing that he could not rise went for help
and he Was carried home. Tiiero was
no bruise or aboasion of the skin, but
four of his front teeth were knocked
out, and he has ever since been paral
yzed and unable to move a limb. He
can talk but cannot remember how ho
was hur*, so that it is not known ex
actly how the injury came about. He
takes nourishment when placed in his
mouth, but from present indications he
will never be able to move again. The
unfortunate young man is about twen
ty-two years old, and is a son of Mr.
Isaac Lane, and a nephew of Mr. Freder
ick Ball, the postmaster of LuGrange.”
The lawyers of the Senate and Mr.
Goldsmith’s attorneys are splitting hairs
and caviling on the forty-fifth part of a
sophistry. It is a pity that the peopie
cannot have plain laws and plain men
to interpret them. How anybody can
expect this War of Words to cease under
JO days is to us incomprehensible. Be
tween the new Constitution and uu
wo;thy officials, Georgia is in a had
way If the Legis'atm'e has to pr bo
and impeach all the crookedness in of
ficial life at the scat of government,
.here will hardly be any adjournment
this side of New year’s Day.—Consti
tutionalist
Daniel Webster was always a fr.n
believer in the divine character of the
Holy Scriptures. Someone speaking
in lus hearing of the sublime peetry of
the Old Testament, he at once and se
rioudy replied: “Ah, my friend, the
poetry of Isaiah and Job and Habakkuk
is grand, indeed; but when you have
lived as I have, sixty-seven years, you
will give more for the fourteenth and
seventeenth chapters of John’s Gospel,
■r for one of the epistles, than for all
the poetry In the Bible,”
Columbus Times: A Butler corres
pondent says: How is this for high ?
Jr. R. Montfort bought a steam engine
in Atlanta for ginning cotton, and had
it shipped to Butler. The freight from
Atlanta to Macon, a distance of 105
miles, ware $3,48, and the freight from
Macon to Butler, a distance of 50 miles,
was $12,30. Will not some of the
knowing ones pleuse step fot ward and
explain?
A rattlesnake as large as a man’s
irm and over four feet long was kill—
■ •(1 in the heart of the city < f Augus
ta, between Elbert and Lincoln streets
>ll Sunday night, As two young gills
were passing along they heard the
rattle of the reptile which struck at
them and catne near biting one of
hem. It was then killed and found
to contain five rattles and a button.
How in the world did the venomous
beast get there t
—— mm- •
Gen. Toombs should go to Atlanta
and make one of bis characteristic
speeches before the people. That old
gourd of the General’s is greasy agam
and needs a saponaceous scouring.
Besides, the General has some perso
nal matters to ventilate, ft -wit: his
original secessionism, “what I know
about Ji fits-” and a comprehensive
anathema of the newspaper press.— ■
Constitutionalist.
- imrn> % wm
Two boys in Westphalia, aged 1G
and 18, lost their parents by death, ar.d
were so sorrowful that they concluded
to die, too. They wrote a will dispos
ing of their money and playthings.—
Then the elder killed his brother with
a hammer, after which he swallowed
poison, opened a vein in his wrist, uud
shot himself through the head.
A negro lay on his back asleep at
Salem, Ga., with his bare feet uplift
ed on a log. A hunter made a wager
with a companion that he could, at
twenty paces, put a bullet through
one of the sleeper’s big toes. He
shot, and won: but the negro L.-.s seed