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1 ....... 11 1 1 — ; ; ' ':,-v - .•• , '. v- <$he gtrald and ^terlisci] Newnan, Ga., Friday, October 7tn, 1887. LOST. Only an Emigrant Who Had Wandered » from Camp. M. Quad in the Detroit Free Press. While yet two miles away we saw the vultures hovering over the spot, Hying low and in narrow circles—anx ious to begin their feast, but evidently frightened at our approach. “A dead body—buffalo, deer or per haps a horse,” said the hunter-guide as each man involuntarily drew rein. The crew of a ship that sails the boundless ocean catch eagerly at float ing spar or wreckage. On the great plains of the West one catches as ea gerly at sight of a wounded horse drag ging himself along—at the trail left by a wagon—at the gathering of the vul tures. In each incident is a mystery— something to increase the awe which constantly burdens him—something to further increase the anxiety which he can never shake off. Start at the line of Dakota and the Dominion of Canada and you can find a stretch of plain extending south to i lie s mtliern limits of New Mexico- one thousand miles. A thousand miles of broken ground, interspersed with mountain ranges— cut through by rivers—relieved once in a while by a spot of prairie which God seems to have planted there to prevent ;iie horrible monotony from driving men crazy. Hide over the prairies and the odor of one hundred different flowers fill your nostrils. The fat hare leave their forms begrudgingly. The bee and the humming-bird fly with you. There is a carpet, of rich, sweet grass which dead ens the sound of every hoof-heat. The influence is peaceful. Hide over the plains and the sight of the sage-brush and mongrel cacti irri tate and annoy. The rattlesnake crawls leisurely out of your path, or coils him self in a vicious way ipul holds the ioad. Every hoof-beat sends out an echo. In its mighty wrath nature up- heaved the earth into swells and ridges. Vou are ever shut in; you are looking for the beyond. Each ridge is the same -there is still another beyond it. You may look for blossom or flower, or gentle vine—hut the plains are accursed. And as we come nearer, the vultures cry out in their harsh voices and rise higher, and the feeling of mystery deepens. Not a word is spoken in the hand. Each horse pricks up his egrs and seems to feel the excitement. A buffalo, wounded to dqath by bullet or arrow, may have dragged itself into rhis deserted land to die. Some horse, abandoned by soldier or emigrant, may have wandered about in his loneliness until he reached this place of despair. We shall soon know. Ah ! here it is ! Lying on the broad of his back on the stetjjg earth is the corpse of a man. He has been dead for a day. One hand fests beside him, the other clutches a rifle. His hat lies a few feet away, and the light breeze toys with his black liair. In the centre < >f the forehead is a great black spot, looking all the blacker for the pallor of his face, and in the centre of this >pot js; & bullet-hole. We sit on our horses in 3 .circle about the body for a long minute, and then the guide drops to the ground for a closer examination. “Shot himself !” he whispers, after a few seconds. “It is some emigrant who wandered from the camp and got lost!” Then everything rose before each man as a vision. A dozen white-topped wagons creeping across this horrible country toward a pass in the Rockies. The men and women and children must have been appalled at the ruggedness and sterility—at the loneliness—at the awe which they could not shake,off. Who can tell why this man separated himself from his friends ? He may have gone a little way in hopes of finding game—gone ahead to look for water— became half-crazed over the horrible monotony and wandered away. Once he was hidden from the wagons by the earthly billows he was doomed, lie looked about him in a startled way as he realized that he was all alone, and he could hear his own heart-heats. He had come over that swell. No— i >ver that. No, again—the sun was at ids back as he left the wagons, and he had walked us straight as an arrow, j lie had but to climb the earthen billow i i o see them again. Aye ! his limbs tremble as he starts j off, and there is a quiver to his lip j which he cannot repress. He is right, hut—! He breaks into a run up the dope—he reaches t he crest and looks around him. No wagons! Perhaps he can see them from the next? He must have come further than he thought for. With the pallor of fear showing through the sunbrown on his face he runs swiftly to the crest of the next slope. • No wagons! “My God ! I am lost!” Aye! lost—doomed! Fear has sent him in the wrong direction. His friends are not two miles away, but they might as well be a hundred. The lost never sit down to reflect or to seek to pick up their own trail. They rush from spot to spot or walk in circles— hope filling their hearts at one moment —blank despair the next. Lost on the plains ! The sailor float ing on a spar in mid-Atlantic may hope for rescue; this man cannot hope. The sailor has the sight of the ocean birds— the knowledge that ships sail to and fro from ever}' compass point. The emigrant has the sight of rock and bush and creeping reptiles. High above him are vultures. Human be ings wander here only when lost like himself. And he goes on and on, sometimes run ning in wild affright, sometimes falling to earth in his weariness. How many j days ! God alone counted them. How S many nights? God alone knows that. ! And such days ! Hope, despair, des peration. Hungering, thirsting, hoping, despairing—nature was pitiful when it brought the night. And such nights ! The darkness increased its terror. Each sound startled him into new terror. The hours seemed ages. Nature was pitiful when it brought another day. ****** * And so it came to this: Tortured, harrassed and suffering—giving up his last hope of rescue—knowing that the end must come, he shortened his hours and found peace in death. It were better thus. Some Interesting Statistics. Missouri Republican. Few persons, perhaps) wko read the frequently published reports of the fiscal operations of the Government give any consideration to the vastness and significance of these operations. We read of the hundreds of millions of gold and silver in the Treasury at Washington, but how few persons have any intelligent idea of what is embrac ed in the nine figures required to de scribe the liabilities and assets of the Government. It is only when the aurifer ous contents of the Treasury vaults are weighed and measured and placed by the side of articles and commodities that are daily handled by the masses that an intelligent comprehension can he obtained by the people of the finan cial strength of the Treasury and the great extent of the Government’s fiscal operations. By reference to the latest published statement of the Treasury assets and liabilities it will be seen that among the assets was $281,090,417 in gold and nearly $250,000,000 in silver, including $34,000,000 of trade dollars and fraction al coin. Taking up this $281,000,000 in gold and placing it on scales I find that the gold held by the Treasury weighed 518 tons, and if packed into ordinary carts, one ton to each cart, it would make a procession two miles long, al lowing twenty feet space for the move ment of each horse and cart. The weighing of the silver produces much more interesting results. Running this over the scales I find its weight to he 7,396 tons. Measuring it in carts, as in the case of the gold, the silver now held by the Treasury would require the services of 7,506 horses and carts to transport it, and would make a procession over twenty-one miles in length. The surplus about which so much is said in the daily newspapers amounts to nearly $47,000,000, an increase of nearly $5,000,000 since July 1. Count ed as gold this surplus would weigh 864 tons. Counted as silver it would weigh 1,385 tons. Each million of gold adds 3,685 pounds to the surplus, and each million of silver adds 58,930 pounds. Applying cubic measurement to the Treasury gold and silver and piling the two metals on Pennsylvania avenue as cord-wood is piled before delivery to the purchaser, the gold would measure 37 cords and the silver 490 cords, and would extend from the Treasury De partment to the Pension Office in a straight line, and forming a solid wall eight feet high and four feet around. Extending these calculations and comparisons to the interest-bearing debt, equally interesting results are ob tained. The public debt reached the highest point in August, 1865—just twenty-two years ago—when it was $2,8S1,530,295. The general reader will better appreciate the vastness of this sum when informed that it represents 70,156 tons of silver, which would make a procession of carts that would extend from Richmond, Va., to a point twelve miles north of Philadelphia, the dis tance it would thus cover being 266 miles. The interest-bearing debt is now (not including the Pacific Railroad bonds) $1,001,976,850, or more than half of the total amount, and representing 40,737 tons of silver dollars, which would extend 154 miles if packed in carts containing one ton each. Reducing these figures to a basis where they may be intelligently compre hended, and that the rapidity with which the Government has reduced its bonded debt may he fully realized by the general reader, I find that the re duction has been at the average rate of $62,706,675 each year, $5,525,521 each .month, $174,186 each day, $7,25S each hour, and $120.47 for every minnte of the entire 22 years. Pursuing the calculation to the smallest divisible space of time, the bonded debt of the United States has been decreased at the rate of $2.07 for every second, or for every swing of the pendulum, for the entire period from August 31,1865, to July 31, 1887. This is an exhibition of recuperation and material progress that is without parallel in the world’s history. ▲ Night at Maginnis’s. San Francisco Examiner. Deputy Coroner Johnson was sworn and deposed: “Last night, about 11 o’clock, your honor, I was standing in the door of the Morgue when a man came through Dunbar alley. He was bareheaded, his nose was bleeding, and he was all cov ered with sawdust. ‘“Hello?’ I said, ‘you’re in pretty bad luck. What’s the matter with you ?’ “ ‘Oh, nothin’,’ he said, T’ve just been over to Maginnis’s.’ “About three minutes later another man came into the alley limping badly. One of his eyes was swollen dreadfully and his cheek was bloody. “‘Well,’ I asked, ‘what policeman Clubbed you ?’ • “ ‘No policeman, young feller,’ he answered, ‘I’ve just been over to Ma ginnis’s.’ “A third man appeared pretty soon, looking like a total wreck. Somebody had stepped.on the fingers of his left hand. They were all broken and dang ling like so many sausages. “ ‘Ah,’ said I, ‘what’s happened to you ?’ “ ‘"Not much in particular. I’ve just been over to Maginnis’s.’ “ ‘I went inside, your honor, and presently I perceived a face peering through the window of the Morgue from the outside. It was the worst bunged-up face I ever saw. The fore head was skinned and gory, the eyes were mere lines on mounds of discolor ed flesh, and the lips were like two slices of cantaloupe. All his front teeth were knocked out and blood was dripping down from his shirt front. “Well,’ I said going to the door, ‘what do you want, my friend ?’ “ ‘I’m looking for the Receiving Hos pital.’ ‘“Been oyer to Maginnis’s?’ I in quired. “‘Magginnis’s he dashed,’ said he; “I’m Magginnis himself.’ “Yes,” affirmed Mr. bolmston. “I recognize the prisoners in the dock as the four men. I presume the gentle men met later and resumed the dis cussion.” Decision reserved. dren of all ages a few of them raw, as soon as they are fit to be eaten; do not miss treating them with a mess of raw onions three or four times a week. When they get too large, or too strong to be eaten raw, then boil or roast them. During unhealthy seasons, when diphtheria and like contagious diseases prevail, onions ought to he eaten in the spring of the year at least once a week. Onions are invigorating and prophylactic beyond description. Further, I challenge the medical fra ternity, or any mother, to point out a place where children have died from diphtheria or scarlatina anginosa, etc., where onions were freely used.” The baby lias its preferences as well as anybody, and the taste of Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup renders it acceptable to every infant. Price 25 cents a bottle. I have been an annual sufferer from Hay Fever for 40 years, it recurring about August 20th each year, For sev eral summers I have usetl Ely’s Cream Balm with excellent results. * 1 am free from any Asthmatic symptoms. I hope many sufferers will be induced to try the remedy. GEORGE EARP, Baltimore, Maryland. I have been afflicted with Hay Fever from early in August until frost. My eyes would run a stream of water and I sneezed continually. I was advised to use Ely’s Cream Balm. It has worked like a charm and I can sav I am entire ly cured. Mrs. EMELINE JOHN SON, Chester, Connecticut. Why Should a Man Die? New York Tribune. In the latter part of February last Joseph Mann, of Broad Brook, Conn., was accidentally shot through the left lung with a pistol ball, the ball coming out at the back. His life was despaired of and the family had gathered to see him die. R. C. Hannon, a “Christian scientist” from Boston, was called to attend the wounded man. The mo ment he entered the room Mann began to show signs of recuperation, and in • a few days he was completely recovered. He is now studying the Christian science art of healing. Mr. Hannon, who is a young man, says that he was cured of cancer and Bright’s disease “all at one swoop” by Mrs. Mary' Bar ker G. Eddy, the founder of the Chris tian Scientist School in Boston. He says of his teaching: “We have reduced the matter to a science and apply it to every-day life. We do not teach how to die, but how to live. That is far better, isn’t it ? To know that you shall not die, that you have not to suffer unless you choose, that you need not lose your ‘children and dear ones—isn’t, all this prefera ble to the present reign of the worldly idea ?” He bases his idea of living forever and without disease on the Scriptures, that while “in Adam we all die, so in Christ we are all made alive,” and con tends that the Christian scientists are now living under the revelation of St. John the Divine, xii., 1: “And a great sign was seen in heaven, a woman ar rayed with the sun and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars.” The Christian science peeling has nothing to do with mind cure or faith cure, In broken limb cased Mr. Hannon usually calls a surgeon to reduce its fracture, but this he does not because it is necessary, but to “ease the pa tient’s mind. We are hound down so by old beliefs that we cannot escape the conclusion that something must be gone through with,” although he has “studied” a broken limb to recovery without a setting. The excitement which Mr. Hannon’s cures have pro duced in Hartford county is very great, and tracts and books on the subject of healing by believing are in great de mand. Patients learn the science so as to cure themselves. GEORGIA STATE FAIR, October 24th to 30th, —AT— Macon, Georgia. Most Liberal Premium List Ever fered by Any State Fair in the United States ! Of- Special Features Every Day! Wednesday, October 26th, —WILL BE— Confederate Veterans’ Day. On that, day there will he the last grand review of all surviving ex-Con- tederate Soldiers by Ex-President Jefferson Davis. On this occasion there will also he present most of the Living Confederate Generals. There are hut four surviving mem bers of Mr. Davis’ Cabinet. They are Messrs. Reagan, Watts, Davis and Meminger. It is feared the latter’s illness will prevent his attend ance; hut it is assured the other three will be there. The entries of all kinds of exhibits Exceed all Other Fairs. A close comparison of the premium lists of all the other State Fairs shows that the Georgia State Fair’s Premium List is Larger and More Liberal Than any offered in the United States. NO, THANKS! I don’t want the earth! I shall be satisfied with a reasona ble fragment of it! Some men would probably gobble the entire globe if they had a chance; but I am no hog! All that I want is a fair share of the public pat ronage ; and if, after comparing my goods and prices with those of other enterprising merchants, the average wayfarer does not yield me the palm for selectness, quality, cheapness and general superiority, why then I will call in my friends, divide out my goods and chattels and retire from the field. In these piping times it is useless to try to do bus iness unless you have money, experience and gall sufficient to sustain you in competition with the. Ishmaelites of the mer cantile profession. Recognizing the importance of these val uable aids to success, I Hatter myself that I am fairly well equipped for the fray, and bid defiance to all competitors. Now, do not be misled by these desultory remarks. I would not have you believe that I am one of the Vanderbilt heirs, or that I have a resident buyer in New York, or that I have been in business since before the war, or that I expect to run an auction house. Neither assumption would he just to me, nor to the veracious medium through which this announcement will find its way to the public. I simply mean that I have a large and well-assorted stock of CLOTHING, DRV GOODS, GROCERIES, etc., and am selling them at prices that will bring tears to the eyes of my esteemed competitors when they find it out. But I can’t help their embarrassment. If they oversleep themselves and allow me to get the drop on ’em in the matter of mercantile bargains, it is not my lookout. I sometimes find it necessary to sit up at night in order to do this, but it is one of the hardships of the trade that must be occasionally endured. Indeed, I frequently toss upon my sleepless pillow for hours at a time, devising schemes whereby I can best serve my customers with the choicest there is in the land, and at prices that they will be forced to esteem as bless ings in disguise. My stock of Clothing, Gents’ Furnishing Goods, Shoes, Hats, Dry Goods, etc., is fastidiously select, and will bear close comparison with any similar lines kept here or elsewhere. My stock Of Groceries comprises everything needed in the way of eatables, and is always large enough to supply the de mand—whether for cash or on time. Horse Racing. Medical Virtues of Onions. A mother writes: “Once a week inva riably, and it was generally when we had cold meat minced, I gave the children a dinner which was hailed with delight and looked forward to; this was a dish of boiled onions. The little things knew not that they were taking the best medicine for expelling what most children suffer from—worms. Mine were kept free by this remedy alone. Not only boiled onions for dinner, but chives also were they encouraged to eat with their bread and butter, and for this purpose they had tufts of chives in their little gardens. It was a medical man who taught me to eat boiled onions as a specific for cold in the chest. -He did not know at the time, till I told him, that they were good for anything else.” The above appeared in the Lancaster (Penn.) New Era, and having fallen un der the eye of an experienced physi cian of that county, he writes as fol lows: “The above ought to be published in letters of gold and hung up beside the table, so that the children could read it and remind their parents that no family ought to be without onions the whole year round. Plant old onions in the foil, and they will come np at least three weeks earlier in the spring than by spring planting. Give chU- The State Fair Race Track has no equal in the South. It is a full-mile track. It is an old well-beaten Track; and the city of Macon, at great expense, is having it now put in the best possible racing condition. There are more and better horses entered to-day than there have been at any two State Fairs heretofore. The premiums are large and the best stock of the South, including KENTUCKY and TENNESSEE, will be pn the course. Lowest Railroad Rates. The Railroads have put the rates within 150 miles of Macoil at ONE CENT a mile, and for distances further than that, within the State, at $3 for the round trip. These are the MOST LIB ERAL RATES EVER OFFERED in the South. Special low railroad rates will be given to all without the State. Accommodations. A committee of citizens of Macon has been appointed to provide ample ac commodations for all visitors. There will be no difficulty in entertaining Fifty Thousand Strangers. For all further information on any subject, address E. C. GRIER, Secretary, Macon, Georgia, j YOUNG MAN, IF I CAN Catch your eye, I would like to call your attention to my large and varied assortment of Gents’ Furnishing Goods, Shirts, Col lars, Cuffs, Hosiery, Underwear, Neckwear, Handkerchiefs, etc. I keep the latest, nobbiest styles and make a specialty of all goods in this department. The celebrated “Pearl Shirt” is one of my most popular lead ers. Made to order, if desired. I keep also a complete line of samples, including the-finest Cassimeres, Cloths, etc. Will take your measure and insure as good a fit and in as late and fashionable style as can be se cured from any tailor in the country, and at half the cost. I. P. BRADLEY. Next door to Newnan National Bank, Newnan, Ga.. FURNITURE! A. P. JONES. J. E. TOOLE. JONES & TOOLE, CARRIAGE BUILDERS AXD DEALERS IX HARDWARE, LaGRANGE, ga. Manufacture all kinds of Carriages, Buggies, Carts and Wagons. Repairing neatly and promptly done at reason able prices. We sell the Peer less Engine and Machinery. DR. THOMAS J. JONES. i his services to the people Newnan and vicinity. Offlce on Depot street. R- H. Barnes’ old jewelry office. Res idence on Depot street, third building east of A. *W. P» depot. I buy and sell more FURNITURE than all the dealers in Atlanta combined. I operate fifteen large establishments. I buy the entire output of factories; therefore I can sell you cheaper than small dealers. Read some of my prices: A Nice Plush Parlor Suit, $35.00. A Strong Hotel Suit, $15.00. A Good Bed Lounge, $10.00. A Good Single Lounge, $5.00. A Good Cotton-Top Mattress, $2.00. A Good Strong Bedstead, $1.50. A Nice Rattan Rocker, $2.50. A Nice Leather Rocker, $5.00. A Strong Walnut Hat Rack, $7.00. A Nice Wardrobe, $10.00. A Fine Glass Door Wardrobe, $30.00. A Fine Book Case, $20.00. A Good Office Desk, $10.00. A Fine Silk Plush Parlor Suit, $50.00. A Fine Walnut 10-Piece Suit, $50.00. A Nice French Dresser Suit, $25.00. I respectfully invite everybody to examine my stock and get my prices before buying your Furniture. I have the finest as well as the cheapest Furniture in Atlanta. Write for prices. A. G. RHODES, 85 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. JOHN w. HUGHES. FRED B. LAW. HUGHES & LAW, HATTERS AND GENTS’ FURNISHERS! VALISES, UMBRELLAS, ETC. PEACHTREE STREET, - - - ATLANTA, GA.