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the charge at round top.
Mort& and South Meet Before the Pan
orama of the Gettysburg’ Fight.
tUnnha World.
A tall man stood on the circular dais
in the panorama of the battle of Gettys
burg and gazed long at one point of the
picture spread around him. He wore a
slouch hat, a faded blue overcoat, a
straggling grey beard, and an air of
melancholy wisdom. A sleety rain
wa& falling outside and people were
passing round about him, but the tall
man did not appear to hear the storm
or see the other visitors. For almost a
half hour he stood there gazing with
what might have been the abstraction
of retrospection upon the one point in
the picture.
Presently a short, thick-set man de
tached himself from the crowd and
paused by the side of the tall man.
The short man had a stubble face, giav
eyes, a wide, loose mouth and a more
thau adequate chew of tobacco. He
appeared to be about 40 years of age.
He stood close to the tall man, joining
his silence to that of his companion foi
five minutes or more. Then lie said:
“Howdy, stranger.”
The tali man looked down rather sol
emnly, but not displeasedly. # “Howdy
yourself!” he replied.
“Purty fa’r pictur,” remarked the
short man casually.
“You bet!” said the tall man.
“Ever seen it afore V”
“You bet!”
“Reckon mebbe you fit in the late
war-?”
“You bet.”
**Confed ?”
“You bet not!”
“I wuz!”
The tall man didn’t answer for some
time, during which he seemed to be
reflecting deeply. Finally he drew a
long breath and said: “All right !
“Wuz you thar ?” inquired the short
man, indicating the picture in a. gener
al way.
"You bet!” said the tall man.
“Whar?” queried the short man.
"There !” said the tall man, pointing
toward the spot which had seemed to
rivet his attention for so long a time.
"When V”
The tall man showed signs of anima
tion. "Say, stranger,” he began, “it
'pears, to me you are mighty curious
Bke. What ’f I was there an’ what ’£ I
wasn’t? W hat ’f I was there one day
an’ what ’f I wasn’t there another ?”
The short man laughed good-natured-
Ty. “Wall,” he answered, “nutliin’.
Only I was thar too.”
“You ?”
“Me!”
"Thar!” exclaimed the short man,
pointing to the exact place before des
ignated by the tall man.
The tall man looked closely at his
companion and then at the fascinating
location in the picture. “That there’s
Round Top,” said he, at once asserting
his own information, and inquiring into
the validity of the other’s.
"Exactly,” asserted the short man.
"That thar’s Round Top.”
Neither spoke for a minute or two.
Then the tall man turned again from
the attractiveness of Round Top to the
consideration of his companion.
“Looky here,” said the tall man,
slowly, “I want to tell ye somethin’.
I fit at Gettysburg on the day’t Sykes’
and Longstreet’s men were raisin’ hell
to git a hold of that there little ridge.
I was there with Sykes. I’d been laid
off for a. while sick, but I got to work
'fore Gettysburg. Looky here!—’f I
ever killed airy one ’twas at that there
Round Top. I hadn’t been in no other
battle to speak of, and hadn’t never
riiot to kill anybody in perticuler, jes’
lettin” fly in a general way, ’s you might
say, but that day durin’ the charge I
seen a little drummer boy, a reb, ’t ’d
got hold of a gun some way an’ he was
U-pintin’ at me, dose range. I let him
have it fust, an’ he rolled over nigh
onto a stump an’ ketched there, an’ I
gpt just one glimpse into his big gray
eyes fillin’ with tears, an’ heard just
<jne little sob from his white throat,
which you could see on account of the
bustin’ open of his shirt, an’ then the
charge come right up- onto me an’ I
was lifted clean often my feet an’ I
never seen the boy no more. No, I
never seep him no more. But, stran
ger, I can’t git that boy out ’o my
.mind. I’m always dreamin’ of his
eyes an* his throat with the sob into it
an’.always a wonderin’ if he died. If
Fd a killed more of ’em it wouldn’t
bother me so much, but to think of a
fellow goin’ to war an killin’ one poor
little grey-eyed drummer boy—-say,
stranger, I’d give thoHsan’s o' dollars
’flhade’m to know ’t that kid got
well!”'
The short man had listened with
keen interest at first—afterward with
the quiefciess of one who knows exact
ly what liis companion was going to
tsay. When the tall man concluded he
looked up.
“Yaas,” said the short man, “you’ve
^ot it right. Ton all shot me in the
Fung, an’ though it took me a right
smart while, I pulled through. So I
can forgive you, don’t you see. Tain t
as if I’d a died. I don’t git no pain
from it, neither. Yes; we can forgive
vouallftow.” ,
‘ The tall man’s face beamed. Is it
true ?” h6 cried. “Be you the drum
mer chap?”
“Sure, said the short man.
“Come J” commanded the tall man.
“Let’s liquor.”
“No, stranger; I don’t drink,
you later.”
The tall man vanished with tender
reluctance. The short man stayed
awhile longer, and as he passed out he
said to Capt. Barney, the manager of
the panorama: “Who was the ole vet
eran I wuz talkin’ to ?”
“Oh,” said the Captain, smiling,
“that is Pete Sampson, a sort of crank
who hangs around here and lies. He
has lived in Omaha for the past thirty-
five years. All the old-timers know
him.”
"Wuz he in the war?”
u Xcv6r, n said the Captain; duiing
the war lie ran a grocery store on Far-
nam street. Are you a comrade i
“Not perzactly,” replied the short
man. "I wuz in the South afore the
war, but I went to Australyer durin’
the war. Right smart picture that!”
A Remarkable Duel.
Miiledgeville (Ga.) Union.
On the 12tli day of June, 1863,1 wit
nessed a duel Detween Capt. Jones,
commanding a Federal scout, and
Capt. Fry, commanding a Confederate
scout, in Green county, East Tennes
see. These two men had been fighting
each other for six months, with the
fortunes of battle in favor of one and
then the other. Their commands were
camped on either side of Lick creek,
a large and sluggish stream, too deep
to ford and too shallow for a ferry
boat; but there a bridge spanned the
stream for the convenience of the trav
eling public. Each of them guarded
this bridge that communnication should
go neither North nor South, as the rail
road track had been broken up months
before. After fighting each other sev
eral months and 'contesting the point
as to which should hold the bridge,
they agreed to fight a duel, the con-
querer to hold the bridge undisputed
for the time being. Jones gave the
challenge, and Fry accepted. The
terms were that they should fight with
navy pistols at twenty yards apart, de
liberately walking toward each other,
and firing until the last chamber of
their pistols was discharged, unless
one or the other fell before all the dis
charges were made. They chose their
seconds, and agreed upon a Confeder
ate surgeon (as he was the only one in
either command) to attend them in case
of danger.
Jones was certainly a fine-looking fel
low, with light hair and blue eyes, five
feet ten inches in height, looking every
inch the military chieftain. He was a
man any soldier would admire, and
whom ladies would regard with admira
tion. I never saw a man more cool, de
termined, and herbic under such circum
stances. I have read of the .deeds of
chivalry and knight-errantry in the
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in modern poesy; hut, when I saw
Jones come to the duelists’ scratch,
fighting, not for real or supposed wrongs
to himself, but, as he honestly thought,
for his countrj*md the glory of the flag,
I could not help admiring the man,
notwithstanding he fought for the
freedom of the negro, which I was op
posed to.
Fry was a man full six feet high,
slender, with long, wavy, curly hair,
jet black eyes, wearing a slouched hat
and gray suit, and looked rather the
demon than the man.
There was nothing ferocious about
him; but he had that self-sufficient non
chalance that said, “I will kill you.”
Without a doubt he was brave, cool
and collected, and although suffering
from a terrible flesh wound in his left
arm, received a week before, he mani
fested no symptoms of distress, but
seemed ready for the fight.
The ground was stepped off by the
seconds, pistols loaded and exchanged,
and the principals brought face to face.
I never shall forget that meeting.
Jones, in his military boyish mood, as
they shook hands, remarked that—
A soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath,
When in glory’s romantic career.
Fry caught up the rest of the sen
tence and answered by saying:
Yet he bends over the foe when in battle laid
low,
And bathes every wound with a teat.
They turned around and walked
back to the point designated. Jones’
second bad the word "Fire,” and as he
slowly said, "One—two—three—fire !”
they simultaneously turned at the
word “One,” and instantly fired.
Neither was hurt. They cocked their
pistols, and deliberately walked toward
each other, firing as they went. At
the fifth shot, Jones threw up his right
hand, and firing his pistol iu the air,
sank down Fry was in the act of fir
ing his last shot; but, seeing Jones fall,
silently lowered liis pistol, dropped it
on the ground, and sprang to Join's’
I side, taking his head in his lap as he sat
i down, and asking him if he was hurt.
1 discovered that Jones was shot
! through the region of the stomach, the
bullet glancing around the organ, and
j coming out to the left of the spinal
j column; besides he had received three
| other frightful flesh wounds in other
portions of the body. I dressed his
j wounds, and gave him such stimulants
as T had. He afterward got well.
Fry received three wounds—one
| breaking liis right arm, one in the left,
| and the other in the right side. After
i months of suffering he got well, and
i fought the war out to the bitter end,
land to-day they are partners in a
| wholesale grocery business, verifying
the sentiment of Byron, that “A soldier
I breves death,” etc.
Trusting that the above truthful nar
rative will be a lesson to some people,
North and South, that stayed on the
outside and yelled, “Seek dog!” and
are still not satisfied with the results of
the war, let me subscribe myself a recou-
structed Confederate Surgeon.
The Duty of the Living Confederate
Soldier.
Col. Thomas G. Jones, in his memo
rial oration in Atlanta, April 26th,
touching this subject, said:
“Where may Georgia find a roll of the
men who made history and yet leave
no names on its pages? Where can fie
find the names of that great throng who
had no rank to attract the eyes of the
country—and heard no plaudits along
their path as they went down to death
for Georgia, save the echoes of their
own dauntless hearts? Can he find
their names in the archives of the great
State for which they gave their lives?
They are not there. In historic publi
cations of her heroic sons? She has
written none. Will he find them on
the graves of the dead? Some have no
headstones, and many are marked un
known.
“There is but one sacred spot on earth
where these names are kept. Go look
in the hearts of the Georgia women—
there you will find them all.
“But the gentle lips which said the
prayers he could not say, and the white
hands that shunned no toil for him,
and the pure souls that rose above him
with a courage grander than his own,
are fast passing away. More noble than
the Spartan women of old who gave
their tresses for bow-strings, and their
girdles for sword belts—these women
dared all the dangers and sorrows of the
strife, but shared none of its wild joys.
She, who never murmured save when
her warrior lost faith, took up the bur
den which the living soldier laid down,
and alone for twenty-five years has
guarded the memory of the dead.
° “Yes, for more than twenty years the
women of the South have interested
themselves to perpetuate the memory
of our heroic dead. Annually have these
true and noble women called the people
to inspect and scatter a few flowers
upon the clods that cover their sleeping
dust. In doing even this, they have
done well. But is there no duty in this
direction resting on the living Confed
erate soldiers? Have they no interest
in perpetuating the memory of their
dead army comrades by placing so sim
pie a tribute as a durable mark at their
last resting-place?”
Romance and Reality.
A private of the Confederate Army
devotes a chapter to the romantic no
tions (“fancy ideas,” he calls them)
with which men enlisted for the war.
At first, he says, they gloried in get-
tine wet. cold J'unery and tired, and
.. even refuse a con.<~. «««.•. c i N „i
ter, with the feeling that they were
serving their country better by “en
during hardness as good soldiers.
Under a similar delusion, the whole
guard would sit up all night watching
for the enemy, instead of watchin
and sleeping by turns, as they soon
learned the advantage of doing.
He evidently feels amused, true
Southerner as he is, at! the recollection
of the confidence with which the men
used to boast that one Confederate
could whip a dozen Yankees.
“Generally speaking,” he says, “two
to one made hard work for the boys.”
In those days wounds were in great
demand,'as he expressed it. “Many
became despondent as they thought
that perchance they were doomed to
go home safe and sound, and hear for
all time the praise of some fellow who
had lost his arm by a cannon-shot or
had his face ripped open by a sabre, or
his head smashed with a fragment of
shell.”
Only the w'isest imagined that the
war could last more than a few months.
One good battle would settle it, and
many thought that this might happen
before they had a chance to “make a
record.”
Time and experience brought many
changes. The soldiers soon learned
the value of sleep, and grew expert at
getting a nap between whiles. They
discovered, too, that wounds were to
be had without seeking them, and that
a stone wall or the stump of a tree was
not to be despised when bullets were
flying.
One other thing they learned, name
ly; that they were not only soldiers,
but enlisted soldiers, and that drill and
a spirit of subordination were quite as
important as a mere readiness to fight.
One of the most remarkable instances
of Confederate patriotism on record is
furnished by Troup county. R. H.
Strong, *Sr., knownlas “Uncle Bobbie,”
was bitterly opposed to secession and
very outspoken in that opposition. So
long as there was any chance to keep
Georgia in the Union, he labored with
might and main to hold her to her
allegiance. The moment, however, that
the State severed the tie he was equally
ardent in his efforts to sustain her act.
“Uncle Bobbie” had three sons of his
own able to bear arms. These he sent
to the front. Four orphan boys, three
of whom lie had raised, resided under
his roof. These he also gave to the Con
federacy. As if this were net enough to
show that the family were solid for the
cause of the South, his two sons-in-law
likewise enlisted in the army. So, in
all, nine soldiers went out from one
household to do battle for their coun
try. To crown the sacrifice, the grand
old patriarch himself then expressed
his regret that advancing age prevent
ed liis joining tbe others.
FRANCIS MILES FINCH."
[Decoration day was first established
in the South, and on the 26th of April,
1866, the ladies of Columbus, Miss., in
a noble spirit of tenderness and hope
for the renewed union, strewed flowers
on the graves of both Federals and
Confederates. This act elicited the fol
lowing poem:]
By the flow of the Inland river
Whence the fleets of war have fled,
Where the blades of the grave grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day.
Under the one the Blue,
Under the other the Gray.
These in the robings of glory,
Those In the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle blood gory
In the dusk of eternity meet.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day,
Under the laurel the Blue,
Under the willow the Gray.
From the silence of sorrowful hours
The desolate mourners go.
Lovingly laden with flowers
Alike lor the friend and the foe.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day,
• Under the roses the Blue,
Under the lilies the Gray.
So with an equal splendor
Themornin' sun rays fall,
With a touch Impartially tender
Qu the blossoms blooming for all.
Under the sod and the dew.
Waiting the judgment day,
Broidered with gold the Blue,
Mellowed with gold the Gray.
So, when the summer caileth
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day,
Wet with the rain the Blue,
Wet with the rain the Gray.
Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
The generous deed was done;
In the storm of the years that are fading
No braver battle was won.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day,
Under the blossoms the Blue,
Under the garlands the Gray.
No more shall the war-cry sever.
Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
When they laurel the graves of our dead.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day,
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.
B.
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Against Other Remedies
Putnam Co., April 29,1887
I have been suffering for most thirty-
years with an itching and burning all
over my face and body. I took eigh
teen bottles of one blood medicine and
it did me no good. I commenced last
January to use B. B. B., and after us
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I ever did. The itching is nearly ceas
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I consider it the best medicine I have
ever seen, for it certainly did me more
good than all the medicine I have ever
taken. I had, in all, nearly 7 a hundred
risings on my face, neck and body.
James Pinkerton.
The choir organ should always be dis
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NEWNAN, GA.
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-AT PRICES-
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French Dresser Suites (ten pieces), from $22.60 to $125.00.
Plush Parlor Suits, $35.00 and upward.
Bed Lounges, $9.00 and upward.
Silk Plush Parlor Suits, $50.00.
Good Cane-seat Chairs at $4.50 per set.
Extension Tables, 75 cents per foot.
Hat Racks from 25 cents to $25.00.
Brass trimmed Curtain Poles at 50 cents.
Dado Window Shades, on spring fixtures, very low.
Picture Frames on hand and made to order.
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Metallic and Wooden Coffins ready at all times, night or
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T hny and sell more FURNITURE than all the dealers in
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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.
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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.
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