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UP IN THE MOUNTAINS.
The Senior Pauses in liis Pleas
ures to Drop a Line to the
Ad verliscr- Appeal.
Cantos, Ga., Sept. 5,1888.
1 wrote some weeks ago from this
land of gold, iron, manganese, mar
ble, milk and ljoney. To day we
write you again, but will tell of other
things, and will weave up our
thoughts in paragraphs.
The Marietta and North Georgia
Railroad that passess this place is
narrow gauge and as serpentine as
the valleys.' It was built by the
State, and was purely local in its op
erations for years, but of late it has
fallen into the hands ofya rich syndi
cate, who arc preparing it for a broad
gauge. The track is being straight
ened^and trestles filled, and before a
great whilethis will be one of the great
thorough-fares of Georgia. The road
runs from Marieta, on the Western <fc
Atlantic, to Alurpby, N. C., but will
be extended both ways, one way in
to Atlanta, and the other to Knox
ville. The marble and mineral in
terests of this section are attracting
the attention of capitalists, and as
soon as the line is extended there
wiil be a heavy through travel south
this way, hence the need of a broad
gauge.
A squad of fifteen Cherokee Indians,
ten bucks, four squaws and a half
breed, gave an entertainment here
last evening to a full house, of which
the principal feature was the “War
Dance.” The music was a succes
sion of grunts and whoops, and the
exercise a shuffling of the feet and
contortions of the body. In this lat
ter, however, the females take no
part. Their bodies remain rigid in
uprightness, but their feet keep pace
with the rest, and they enjoy, or seem
^ to enjoy, the attentions of the bucks
in the dance as much as the coy mai
dens of Brunswick, the smiles of their
best fellow. After the dancing last
evening, the Indians enme out before
the audience and sang several pieces
of our music set to their language.
Evidently they were not taught to
sing by Bros. Graetf or Steele, or
Mrs. duBignon', for they would have
assigned the parts differently. The
singing was quite primitive—the men
carrying the soprano and buss and
the women reaching out for the old-
fashioned tenor and alto combined,
winding up each line on a note
scarcely ever attained by tho prima
donnas of the present age.
The Indiaus played a game of ball
this p. m., which was witnessed by a
largo numbor of people. The bucks
stripped to the waist, aud at the giv
en word the ball was thrown into the
air, and then the fun began, the
manner of playing having been al
ready described in these columns.
After they were through, the young
men of the town borrowed their rac
quets and ball, and choosiug sides,
started in for' n game a-la-Indian.
They hadn’t gone very far before die
<putos began and the Indians began
to/"ftnt, and in broken English said:
man get. mad, white man
fight.” And sure enough it was not
long before three of them got into a
skirmish, and broke up the game.
The managers say they will swing
around to Brunswick this winter.
Judge James Brown, whom Bruns-
wickians all admire, is absent this
week, holding Court for Judge Mad
dox. He will retire from the bench
with the close of thi-* war. He is a
terror to evil doers in t.liis section.
Violators of the liquor. Sabbath and
“hip pocket" laws uie badly when
they get before jiim. His Judgeship
here has been n great blessing to this
country. Rowdyism is unknown here
now, everybody is peaceablo and or
derly.
One of the “staple products” of
Cherokee county is its campmectings.
There arc five held here annually,
and thousands of people attend them
from all sections.
Canton is rejoicing over the pros
pects of having marble works loca
ted here. The sand used in sawing
river bottom here and cost $0 a car
load, besides the freight, hence the
great saving to bring tho works to
the sand, where that expense would
be done away with. The Company’s
agent, Col. Dure, is here to-day, and
offers to put up a $100,000 plant if
the citizens will donate ten acres of
land, and put in $5,000 of the money.
This proposition will be accepted
promptly.
How “Mountain Dew” is Made—
Who Controls the Making-
Many Locks.
East week whilst in Canton the
writer uccepted the invitation, of Rev
enue Inspector Moses to visit with
him a few government distilleries in
the mountains—that is distilleries
recognized by “Uncle Sara,” and not
contraband.
We premise our remarks by say
ing that in this branch of the liquor
business as well as in the sale of it,
the government seems to dictate, at
will. -The owner of a distillery under
government control has no more
rights on the premises than a hire
ling. He can drive his wagon up to
the front door and put out the meal
that makes the “dew,” and then - later
on he can go to the warehouse and
take out so much oftheliquid as has
“passed muster” and had the reve
nue, (90c. per gallon,) paid on it—
this is about all.
We premise further by saying that
a government distillery is a place of
locks. Every faucet or stop cock
from the still to the warehouse has
a government brass lock to it. Ev
ery door on the premises has one,
and the great wonder is that the
government don’t put locks on the
noses of the laborers to keep them
from smelling the juice, for there is
no chance to drink any In all the
distilleries we visited we smelled liq
uor on none of the help.
HOW LIQCOIt IS MADE.
The meal is first put into a hogs
head of boiling water or “corn beer,’’
the leavings from the last distilling,
and stirred faithfully’ by two men
until it is cooked and becomes like
thick hominy or mush. It remains
in this state for a season and is then
mixed with cold water and a certain
per cent of meal made' from sprouted
corn added, this causes the fermen
tation which goes on for several days
until it clears itself and makes the
“mash,” which is put into the stills
and the fire put under just as in mak
ing turpentine. Tho steam arising
from this mash is condensed as it
passes through the “worm” (coiled
pipe) which is laid in cold water.—
This condensed “dew” is called low-
wine, and when a sufficient quantity
is secured, the stills are cleaned out
and this low wine is re-distilled and
comes out pure corn whiskey—100
proof (Gov. test.) To make alcohol
this is passed through the stills
again and its strength doubled.
There is no place in ail this pro
cess where any one, except the gau
ger who carries these numer
ous keys, can even see what is going
on. He alone has that privilege, and
to interfere with him is to get the«ig-j
dignation of Uncle Sam in short or
der.
Now this is how “pure liquor” is
made, and if the government would
carry its controlling (lower a little
farther and keep it pure until sold
to the consumer it would do more for
the country than all its liquor reve
nue is worth.
After being shown all this process
in detail, wc ask ‘ where does all the
warranted-to-kill-at fifty-yards whis
key' come from.
“Ah,” said he, “that is done at the
wholesale bouses, who have what is
called ‘rectifiers license.’ All that
the government requires of them is
that the liquor sold shall have the
the required specific gravity’—100
test.
It may contain death in every drop
and the government says nothing, so
it stands the test. Oh, Uncle Sam, I prefering
if you were as much interested in tttn-MpiroP'JJftiYi
welfare of your people' as you are ‘
getting your 90c. per gallon,
and there would be less drunkards’
graves in the land. ’Tis not the pure
liquor that kills, but rather the im
pure.
But we digress. The second dis
tilling is carried by locked pipes in
to a locked room at hand and
is transferred into barrels by the
“locked”" i 'gauger and stamped ‘TOO
proof,” and then put into a bonded
warehouse, where it is allowed to re
main three years but no longer, when
the distiller must pay the tax (90c
per gallon) and take it out, when he
is allowed to dispose of it, which he
does at $1.50 per gallon wholesale.
The consumer pays a good deal more
for it later on, after it has been doc
tored in many instances.
After all the alcohol is taken out
of the beer, the refuse is turned into
a huge vat, from whence it is carried
by troughs to the hogs and cattle in
the pens below. It would do tho av
erage Glynn county farmer good to
sec these animals. They look like
great lumps of fat, with the excep
tion of the color, which, around a
distillery, is anything but while, for
mud and slush are the rule and not
the exception. ,
The Illicit Side of the Picture-
How the Moonshiners are
Caught and What Hap
pens to Them.
In yesterday’s issue we gave a de
scription of the legal manufacture of
“corn juice,” commonly known in
upper Georgia as “Mountain Dew.”
To-day we give some dots gleaned
from Inspector Moses of the Moon
shiners operations.
A moonshiner is a man ' who man
ufactures whiskey in some out of the
way nook in the mountains without
paying the government tax of 90c.
on the gallon. Ho manufacture his
liquor on the sly, put9 a jug of it in
the bottom of bis wagon under other
things, eoines to town with it, sells it
to some, engages another jng and off
he goes to fill the order. The gov
ernment gives $10 to even’ informer
who will point out one ojpthese dis
tilleries.
“What class of people,” wc asked
Inspector Moses “are your inform
ers r”
“The very worst, kind,” said he.
“To illustrate; a chap some time ago
took me up into the mountains (by
moonshine) to show me two he had
spotted. We went to the first and
found the still gone, and then to the
second—it, too, had been taken out
and hid for future use. The fellow
was non-plussed, ho had calculated
sure on those $20 but the game was
gone. He hesitated a moment and
then said: “Well, I know where
can find one, my brother-in-law oqpr
the hill Has got one and you can go
and get hit.”
The question was answered.
Those officers have rich experiences
at times. Mr. 31. gave us one of iiis
sehrewd tricks on a moonshiner, that
will bear repeating.
He had been carried to one of these
moonshiners dens and found the
place unoccupied, and going in he
found the “mash” just made and he
knew that it would be three days be
fore it would be ready to distill. 60
without disturbing it he quietly took
off the still and bid it in the bushes
and went away for future develop
ments. The moonshiner came the
next morning, found the still gone,
and naturally conc.luded that some
bad neighbor had stolen it to sell for
old copper, as nothing else was dis
turbed, and being unwilling, to lose
his “dew,” he, hastened off and got
another still, and on the third night
fired up and was soon cooking moon
shine whiskey. When in the midst
of his work the officers returned, cap
lured him arid his help—destroyed
all his mash aud hauled both stills
to town—confiscated property.
We were invited to accoinpangj^t
Inspector on oj
expedition^
distills whiskey by moonlight are
generally not law-abiding citizens.
It is only the poor classes who en
gage in this illicit business—men of
means can make enough money out
of it by paying the tax and placing
themselves in the hands of the gov
ernment. For instance, the McAffee
distillery wo visited last week, which
is one of the largest in the State,
manufactures daily twenty-one bush
els of meal. This yields about sixty
gallons of the dew, which cost him
say $10 for the corn, $54 tax, and
about $4 for labor, hauling, etc., this
makes $68, for which he realizes six
ty gallons of spirits, worth $^,5Q per
gallon at wholesale—$90—a clear
gain of over $20 per day, to say noth
ing of the refuse material that fat
tens several hundred head of the fat
test hogs and cattle one cares to see.
A handsome profit on'the money in
vested, don’t you think ?
The writer is under many ohliga
tions for courtesies extended us in
giving the opportunity to see and
hear what we havo written in these
articles for tho public eye, to Inspec
tor Moses, Capt. Dance, Revenue
Gauger for McAflce distillery, and
Capt. Cleveland, of the Cbamblee
distillery, each of "-horn spared no
pains to give us all the information
desired.
Shot, in the Month with a Pistol.
Willie Lassiter, step-son of Mr. G,
B. Miller, who resides on Union
street, accidentally shot his brother
Gus in the mouth Wednesday night
about eight o’clock, whilst playing
with a pistol supposed to be empty.
The two boys and a negro boy were
in the kitchen playing with pistols,
imitating the exploits of Jcs9e James.
In this play Willie pulled down on
Gus, who was laughing, and to his
astonishment the pistol fired, send
ing a 32-calibre ball right in his open
mouth, knocking out four teeth—two
upper and two lower—going through
the jaw bone and imbedding itself in
the fleshy part of tho neck.
Medical aid'WRB at once summoned,
and shortly Drs. Tucker, Bishop and
Blain arrived, who did all that could
be done for him at the time. A con
sultation was held next morning, at
which Dr. Butts, the family physi
cian, was called in," when it was de
termined not to disturb the ball at
prescut, Imt to await later develop
ments.
Meanwhile the boy is resting easy.
Dr. Butts has been put in charge of
the patient and will watch him close
ly-'
The boy did not know the pistol
was loaded, but supposed all the cart
ridges ha«l been removed.
Go For Them, Girls.
Onr.morning cotemporary is out
to-day in an editorial on matrimony,
advising the young men to take un
to themselves wives.
Now, girls, if you are at all matri
monially inclined'just remember this
is leap year, and you can go for that
office with all your might. There nre
four nice catches there.
First on the list is business-mana
ger Roberts, handsome and urbane.
Seize him.
Next comes editor-in-chief Colonel
Brobston, with hiB winning ways and
gentle voice. Talk love at him, be
can’t dodge you, for he has advised
it.
The third on the list is Col. Vin-
ing, tall, erect, and gifted with a
heart brim full 'of love for some fair
maiden that dares to give him the
chance.
The fourth on thc^ist is our mod
est young friend Deming, innocent
and pure( mother's own boy. He
would rccipyocateyourn flections with
life.
entire office
:e editress-
won Id reciprocate your affec
^UifeBBtflib;yjfcg 1
up the innrbic is all gotten in the j whole country would be better ,
JUDGE SYMMES’ JOKE,
Which Administered a Lesson in
Honesty.
Judge Symmcs is not only an as
tute lawyer but something of a de- ■
tectivc as well, and with it all has a
love for a practical joke that is keen -
indeed.
Now the Judge has a fig tree in his
yard that is now bearing a second
crop, and upon one especially large
and fine be has kept a watchful eye
for several days, waiting for it to
reach the exact stage of luscious
ripeness.
Yesterday that particular fig was
missing, and the Judge’s suspicion
immediately turned to the old colored
man weeding and raking about the
premises. Sauntering toward the •
old darkoy, the Judge accosted him,
“Uncle, do you see those fine figs
yonder ?”
“Yessnb,” was the prompt reply.
“Well, I have been missing some
of them, and I think the boys must
jump tho fenco and get them, so I
havo poisoned them, and I guess I’ll
find out now who takes them.”
The old darkey’s bottom lip drop
ped, his eyes dilated, and he leaned
heavily upon his hoe handle. The
Judge appeared not to notice, hut
solemnly resumed—
“You know, uncle, if I were to cut
myself and put a drop of poison in
my blood, that poison would go a(l
through m3’ bod3’, even to my toes,
and finally kill me. Just so with a
tree, and so I just took my knife and
cut a little slit in the bark near the
root and took a little strichnine—”
A groan from the darkey—
“And put ft in the cat. The sap
will take that poison to the very tip-
of the tree, and every fig on that tree
has got enough poison in it to kill
three men.”
The darkey fell back against the
fence and laid his hand apprehen
sively on his stomach, his C3'es gave,
a convulsive start from their sockets,
and his cars seemed straining to
“hear de call:”
“Now uncle,” the Judge resumed,
“I' want you to keep your eye on that
tree, and see tlftit none of the chil
dren pick those figs, for they would
certainly kill them in thirty minntes
by the watch.”
“Thirty minutes” seemed to inspire
him with hope that there might still
be hope, the hoe-handle dropped, and
between his chattering teeth he ex
claimed,
“Boss, I jis’ hear my wife is berry:
sick, and if you please sah lemme hab-
a dollar to buy some medicine.”
Seventy-five cents was slowly fished
out of the legal pocket, while the
perspiration rolled down the old
man’s face in a manner that would
have cured any ease of yellow fever.
Securing the money, be made a bee
line for Joerger’s drug store, where
Dr. J. was told that he “had tuk some
pizen accidental, and wanted some
thing to cure ’em quick.”
The Doctor fixed him up, and
“saved him from an untimely grave,”
but the chances are that he will nev
er again Bteal tho Judge’s figs.
—
A Twisted Yarn Untwi
A rumor got,
there was yellow" |
na, and that Coles,''
-had been stopped
that way. Wc| calledTon
for the facts, be having bee
as the author.
He had simply stated at 1
day that his brother and
law in Fernandina were
dengue fever, and that he hadj
ceivcd a telegram that “cars wa
not be stopped coming in from
lahassce.” These threads were 1
made into a yarn that they were 1
with yellow fever, and that the tt
would not run into Fernand
Fine Cane. ■:
Our friend B. H. Daniels,
Satilla countiy, is ever in»nd!.^^^^^^_
. the comfort or the Advertiseu-Ai-- o V
onitv. I peai. household. He sent us tbis*fci
•. s^jjeek a few stalks of sugar cane fr#*v
” \ih “patch,”' the best mate**
IjA r.ve seqn. He'believes In » • . ,
I 'uty of “long sweetening "
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