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LAFAYKTTE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 3,. 1881.
Stonewall Jackson’s Way.
At n meeting of Confederate and
Federal oHi eel's in Washington,after
the war, General Giant was present.
During tliu evening tho General,
taking up n volume that contained
it, read aloud the anonymous poem
that vvogive below. He pronounced
it the best ballad that bad been
produced on either side during the
war. “And,” said be, “when the
bitterness of the struggle shall have
passed away, and the question shall
he, no! on which side a man fought,
hut hnv. he did Ilia duty, when that
time comes, the figure that will
stand out most prominently and
heroically, will be that of Stonewall
Jackson. — Ed.
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the
rails!
Stir up the camp-fire bright;
No matter if the canteen tails.
We’ll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
Mere burly Dine ltiilge echoes strong,
To swell the brigade’s rousing song,
Os “Stonewall Jackson’s” way.
Wo see him now —the old slouched hat
Cocked o’er his eyes askew —
The shrewd, dry smile—the speech so
P«t,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
The “Blue Light Elder” knows ’em
well:
Says be, “That’s Banks; lie's fond ot
shell,
Lord save his soul! we’ll give him—”
well
That's “Stonewall Jackson's way.”
Silence! Ground arms! Kueelall! Caps
off,
Old “Blue Light's” going to pray.
Strangle the fool who dares to scoff!
Attention ! its bis way!
Appealing from his native sod,
In forma pauperis to God,
“Lay bare thine arm ! Stretch forth thy
rod!
Amen !" That’s StonewaU’s way.
lie’s in tlie saddle now: Fall in!
Steady! The whole brigade!
Hill’s at the ford, cut off; we’ll win
liis way out, ball and blade.
What matter if otir shoes are worn?
Wliat matter if our feet are torn ?
Quick step! We’re with him before
dawn!
That's Stonewall Jackson’s way.
The sun’s bright lances rout the mists
Os morning—and, by George!
Here’s I.ongstreet struggling in the
lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge!
I’ope and his Yankees, whipped before;
“Bayonets and guapol” hear Stonewall
roar;
“Charge. Stuart! l’ay oft' Ashby’s
score
In Stonewall Jackson's way !”
Ah, maiden! wait, and watch and
yearn,
For new? of Stoncwnll’s hand I
Ah, widow! read—with eyes that burn,
That ring upon thy hand!
All, wife, sew on, hope on :
Thy life shall not be all forlorn.
'The foe had better ne'er been born
That gets in Slonov,all’s way.
Tho Sggul’s Last Shot.
It was 10 o’clock in the morning.
The honeybees are darting over the
prairie in seareli of the ssveet flow
ers, butterflies float on busy wings,
and birds are singing their sweetest
snngs. It is a scene of deepest
peace. Away to the right is tiie
Little Bear Range of mountains —to
the left tiie prairie ocean extends ns
far as tiie eye can reach. Ten miles
ahead is a grove of cotton wood
and a spring—behind tho thirty
hall naked savages on horseback.
Here is a frontier scout as the
pivot on which the scenery swings.
On his way from fort to fort with
despatches his trail lias been struck
by a war party of Pawnees, arid
they have hung to it since dark
last night, following it across the
levels and over the swells at a slow
but never-ending gallop. They
knew that he was a full hundred
miles from help, and they knew
that his bloody scalp would add
another to their trophies*.
“You’re a rubbed out man,” said
the scout as he looked back at dusk
and 3aw them coming at a slow
gallop over his trail. They could
t ot have overtaken him in a dash
of two miles, but in gallop of fifty
they would tire him out'
At an easy gallop of five miles
an hour the mustang forged ahead
through the long and weary night,
changing his pace only when the
rider got down and ran beside
him.
Two miles behind him, riding
thirty "breast and covering a from
jf half a mile, followed the iin pin
cable foe, gaining a little, but evei
confident.
When the mu came tip from Ids
; prairie bed not a savage was miss
ing. The scout turned in bis pad
dle and counted them, looked
ahead for landmarks and cooly
said;
“You took the chances and yon
have lost, hut. yon will die game."
The mustamr was almost blown,
j For the last half hour ho bad In
j bored heavily, and had almost beet
| held lip by the bits.
“The grove would have been the
same,” said tiie scout as he drew up
and dismounted.
The Indians were two miles
away. In ten minutes they would
be within rifle-shot.
“Good-bye. old pard—l must do
it,” said tiie scout, as he took hold
of tiie mustang’s head and drew
itis knife across the faithful equine’s
throat.
He wanted a breast-work, and
here he had it. Two minutes were
time enough to cut bridle and sad
dle to peices, and then lie mounted
the body of his dead friend and
calmly waited the approach of the
Indians
No shout of triumph was sent
across the prairie ar lie was brougiit
to bay. That had been a rstauge
chase. They bad suddenly disap
peared on his trail without a sound
seeming to rise out of same fissure
in the flower-covered prairie. Not
once through the long night hid
the scout heard from them except
as lie dropped from the saddle and
placed his ear to the ground. But
for the steady thud! thud! of tiie
horses’feet lie might have almost
made himself be'u ve that he was
being pursued by shadows.
‘'Sixteen bullets in this Winches
ter and six in the revolver,” solilo
quized the scout as the Indians
were within a mile of the spot. Did
they mean to ride him down? .Each
; ridei was bent over bis horso’s
neck, and each horse kept the pact
lie had for hours.
“My scalp is worth the scalp o
ten Indians!” said the scout as he
■ raised ids rifle,“but mebbe lean’
get over six or sevan.”
Straight at him rode the line o!
| thirty redskins until he raised his
rifle for a shot. Then the band de
i vided right and left and inclosed
him in a circle. Not a shout from
any tongue. It might have been
taken for a still hunt.
The line was out of rifle-shot at
first, but it gradually winked near
er and nearer, and at last the re
port of the scout’s rifle broke the
stillness of tho morning.
“Twenty -nine left!,’ he said as he
threw out the empty she!!.
Not a shot came from the Indi
ans in reply. Every warrior threw
| himself on tha opposite side of his
! horse, and tiie hardy ponies follow
j ed the circle at a steady gallop.
“Twenty-eight left!” said the
scout as he fired again.
No shout or shot in reply, but
the circle was growing narrower.
“Twenty-seven left!”
Three of the horses in the ring
were galloping without riders.
“Twenty six left!”
The scout had fired cooiv and
deliberately.shooting every victim
through the head. Ilia rifle had a
j longer range than those of the In
dians, but now they were near j
enougli to open in reply.
“Twenty-five left!” he said as j
another savage fell into Ihe grass
with a wild scream of rage and
pain.
Five of the thirty were dead.
Now a yell runs around tiie circle,
j and every horse turns Itis head tc
j wards tiie common centre and
j charges the scout.
Pufl ! bang! pufl! bang! bang!
bang!”
Three horses went down and
| two more riders fell backwards
from their saddles.
“Twenty-three left!” counted
i the scout, as lie dropped the gun
! and leveled bis revolver.
“Puff! bang! Puff! bang!”
Five shots struck men or horses
/ and when the hammer fell for the
last time it sent a bullet into the
; brain of tiie scout,
j Nine Indians were lying dead
j around tiie pivot, three more were
wounded, nnd live or six Imrsi-s
disabled. All this for a single scalp
and the glory of slmting a brave
mutt's dead body full cl arrows,
cutting oil bead, blinds and led,
and shrieking like demons a* Ihe
Mood spurted far over the noli
green grass.
When they rode away tho body
was a siiaptless mass. It. would
e-n, there during the day, and
when night ei tne, the wolves came
-making fmm hidden ravines to
■ levour it to the last morsel and
then fight over the bloody grass.
Gold and Silver.
In the early days of California, a
poor prospector, sadly out of luck
was returning to his camp after
night, when he was assailed by a
vicious dog. Having no weapon
with which to stand off his enemy,
lie felt around in the dark and laid
hold of the first thing lie could
catch, which was a heftv rock. The
dog had sloped, of cour e, and tiie
man kept the stone in bis band
until he was safe in bis own cabin.
In the morning lie saw something
bright on the missile of war. and
on closer examination lie found
that the rock was full of gold. He
returned and found the ledge from
which the quartz bowlder had
floated, sold it for a large amount
of money, returned to tiie States,
bought a farm, married and raised
a large family of children.
About four years agn a poor but
industrious prospector in this conn
ty had tiie misfortune (or good for
tune) to lose his horse. It was an
old bay In rso, ami like bis master
was a wandering prospector, only
that he prospected for grass, while
tiie master prospected for quartz
Tiiis particular day the old bay
wandered further than he was wont
to do, probably because tiie bunch
grass was lew and far between. At
any rate, the prospector desired t
move camp, but could rot witl
out the assistanc of bis buy com
panion. He must needs find him
He was nt last succes-ful, and
while returning with the truant be
noticed the head of a mountain
ram sticking in the rocks. Stopping
m examine it, lie saw rich looking
quartz scattered about, and follow
ing it up, be hit upon wliat is now
the noted Ramshorn Mine—the
longest and richest silver ledge that
we know of. Tiie district was named
Biy Horse, as it should have been,
mil is the richest silver district in
the Salmon river country.
I knew n min who once fol
lowed mining and prospecting for
a period of forty years. He had
been ail through California, Colo
rado and Montana, and had pros
pe ted twenty-live years in Georgia
before conning West. He was not
much on digging deep holes, but
would go round hunting lor shal
low digging so iong as the boys
would “stake” him. He was getting
worn out prospecting out ol luck,
mid when, on the 24th day of July
18154, he camped on a tributary of
Prickly Pear Creek, in Northern
Montana, he said to bis three com
panions, “Lot’s sink a hole in this
bar; it's tiie last chance; if wo can’t
find it here I don’t know where
else to prospect.” Toe younger
members of tiie party cut the hole
to the bed-rock, the diggings were
named Last Chance, and two years
later the old man threw away his j
tools and went home to Georgia
with a joyful heart and 8100,000 in
clean golddust.
On a mountain trail in California
there used to be a big bowlder
which furnished a favorite risting
place for tired footman. Thousands
of men had sat on that stone and
rested thetr weary limbs. In fact
it was of so peculiar shape that 0
seeme l to fit every one that tried
it. With long usage it hud worn
us smooth as ivory, and was greasy
with frequent contact with miners’
clothing. Oneduy an old prospector
squatted himself on tins favorite
resting stone, and while getting his
wind, carelessly and unconsciously
poked away at the bowlder with his
pick. A piece ot tne the rock flow
oft’and revealed to him the surpris
ing truth that lie was sitting on a
rich chunk of quartz' lie at once
proceeded up the hill and found
the ledge, and it was full of gold
and brought him much wealth.
Omaha (Kch.) PcpubHain.
Ou Picket.
Ihn relief is going out from the*
i re; erve picket, lb-l wo m the reserve
i ami the camp, where 10,000 men
j ar« slumbering, is half a mile of
i woods, fields and I token ground.
! Between the reserve and Ihe enemy
iis a thin line of pickets -a man
(stationed here and thereto give
j advance warning of any movement.
Follow the relief and you will
| notice how cautiously tiie men (tend
! The dark line winds around the
1 trees, flits across upon spaces, and
balls here and there for a moment
to relieve the did picket. Musket
shots away are tiie pickets of the
enemy, nnd a loud word may bring
a volley of bullets. The line might
pass you twenty leet away and you
would hardly catch a sound.
Sit you here on this bank where
• you can look down on the picket
yen, almost touch him. A little
creek runs between you, There is
an open space of thirty feet, and ail
around it are trees, stumps, logs
and brush. It would lieu lonciv
place in which to pass two long
hours in time of pence. There is a
warning in tlie midnight breeze as
it rustles the branches,and the water
! of the creek have more than once
i been colored with blood.
The lone picket takes his station
under a tree. In the dark shadow
you can hardly make him out. As
he finds himself alone his eyes arc
constantly searching the darkness
ia front, and his cars catch every
sound. They tell of men found
asleep on picket. It must he a
strange man who could close his
eyes in sleep with the night wind
whispering in bis ears;
“Beware! Beware! In the hushes
to tiie left is a foe!” and the waters
of the creek plainly saying: “Keep
watch to the right! right! right!
righ'il”
That man lias been in a dozen
j battles, arid lias been wounded
| three times. Don’t call him a
j coward, and yet lie trembles arid
J turns pale before lie has been fifteen
I minutes alone. The skirmish line
j with its deliberate murder is not as
i bail a place as this. If that man
is dead w hen the relief comes again
it will he worse than murder. Call
that babbling brook company?
Mark! hear wliat it is saying to him
every word as plainly spoken as il
their language was tlie same:
‘ Look out! Look out! There is
a fierce-faced guerrilla crawling
through the hushes toward you!
Ho has a. knife in his teeth, nnd he
is coming to assassinate yon!”
If the creek did not say so, nnd
if the picket not understand, why
did lie give that sudden start and
change his position? Why dors he
kneel to get a clearer look around
him? Why does he keep his eyes
fastened upon that slump until the
intensity of Lis gaze brings out
every knot and splinter. If fifty
men were asleep in that place and
one other were awake hn would
feel Ihe loneliness and danger. By
daylight a school girl might weave
a romance from 11.0 Dabble of the
waters. Hark! Is there any ro
mance in tiiis;
“Bewiri! beware! That man
with tangled hair, fierce eyes and
savage face is still advancing! Be
on your guard—watch—listen!”
Coward? Count the sears on his
body—look up his record! No, not
a coward, m.d yet bis pnlo face
comes to you from tho darkness
almost like a candle’s light. If it
was fear, be would crouch down. If
! it was cowardice, lie would hide or
! desert bis post. No, it is not. fear,
a id yet lie thinks it is a feeling un
-1 worthy of him and he braces against
: it. He turns a deaf ear to the
whispers of the creek. He refuses
; to hear tiie warnings of the breeze.
! You can almost see him as he shuts
his teeth hard together and tries to
force bis thoughts into other chan
nels.
“Look out! look out!” whispers
tho creek. But lie refuses to bear
it.
Something is moving over the
ground behind him. You can see
it from where you sit. It is some
thing darker than the dark ground
beneath. Now it moves—now it
halts—now its fierce eyes almost
light up the darkness, as it marks
out the muffled form of the picket
! leaning against the tree.
NO. 27.
“MnrJi-i! Murder! MurdetT'gur
-1 glos the crock.
You hear it, hut tlirs j.ickrt i«
thinking of 1:11110. A thousand
; mills mvay is a quiet larm house.
If the mi 11,0 night winds Mow tin re
it kisses 11 to u|i|tlo Idomum nnd
lulls lhe wife mill cliiMriiii tu deeper
slumhers.
Vi hi ere that (lurk something
enining nonroi. It is creeping up
behind him. A tiger would rustle
the leaves or snap a twig, and his
victim would have time to call
j (iod’s name before the spring. This
|is a human tiger. God put mercy
j in his heart, hut it was driven out
I hy hate.
•‘,Slive him! Save him! - ' crics.tho
: creek.
You start at the call, hut he does
not move, lie is thinking of the
wife whose tears wvt hts cheek—of
| the curiy-heuds who cling to his
arms—of the miles and the dangers
I etw ini him and them.
That something rises up behind
him. That terrible knife is trans
ferred from mouth to hand.
“Murilei! Murder! Mur 1”
lint it was done. Not a cry—not
even a groan. The dead sank down
with only a . igh. The picture As
wife and children was hardly hid
den between earth and Heaven.
“Ono less!’’ hissed the human
: tiger as lie | venal into the blanched
I face, and with a gurgle in his throat
; as if he had lapped at the hot blood
flowing toward the creek, he crept
away to seek another victim.
“This is war!” whispered the
creek as it shrunk rnv.iy from tho
blood, “and war is murder!’—
Detroit Dree I’een.
Not A Captious Mart.
A night or two since, as a police
man was making his way up Beau
bicn street, he was accosted by a
colored man with tho remark:
“I doan’ want to seem capshus,
sail—’deed I do.it, ’ hut dar’strouble
in my house ober dar.”
“ What sort of trouble?”
“Why, sab, a cull’d puson called
Williams sits dar wid his feet on
de stove covarsin’ wid my wife. I’su
ordered him to vacate, sail, but lie
refused. Wbut am de proper course
in sieb a ease?”
“Go and order him out once
| more.”
In about ten minutes the man
i returned and reported:
“I dorn’ want to seem capshus,
sail, hut J dull ordered him out,
! just as you said.”
“And lie didn’t go.”
“No sah. He said he’d see me
in Texas fust. What would be your
advice under sicli circomstanses?”
“If a man was in mv house and
wouldn't go out I'd put him out.”
“Would it seem capshus, sab?”
“I don’t think so.”
“.list as you say, sah—jistso, soli
1 feel sarlin dat I kite!) do ideal).”
He retired into his house, .'.rid
the ollicer remainder] to see the
end. It came in about two minutes.
Three or ( ur yells were heard,
somebody’s feet seemed to strike
the wall. a:. <l then the door opened
j in.d Williams flow into the street
like a half-filled straw lied. He was
saarcely on his feet before he bolt
! ed up tho walk, and the owner of
1 the house come down the steps to
explain:
“I doan’ like to ha capshus, sal), but
now dat I’ve got my ban’ in I’d
like your advice abut cullin’
de ole woman up to a peak! ’Bears
to me dat she sorter incouraged
Williams to believe dat I couldn’t
lick one side of him! — Detroit Free
I‘rcot,
A .lliilgntinir Circumstance.
Tim pro.-ccaling witness in a case be
fore tin; Galveston lie.•order had a lump
owe liis eye ns big as 'in egg plant,
wliii'li was cau.-Ti! by a negro throwing
a lump ot coal at 111 n without the slight
| cat provocation.
“1 don’t see that there is a single
niitigatiuguircunistaiKC,” Niiil tho lie-
I colder.
“Why, judge, you has ober'ooked ono
oh tho most mitigatincst circumstances
in do world. I only hit him wid a lump
of soft coal. Don’t yer call that mitiga
tin', when l could hah f’olched him jest
j i s easy wid a lump ol hard coal':
j fjinktoton .Yens.
A stage conch was captured in
Texas, by Indians, on tlie Bth ul>.,
file driver and team were killed,
j and everything stolen.