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VOL. IV. ?RXSOT,r#,W»iW VMM : t eg \PTKII~ twor & A. CHAPTER. . No. 19, moots 'it Tiion on tins Friday night before the third Sunday in April, May, ,lui!o, July, August, and Septem ,s *«'! 0(1 daturdpy niglit bole:,! the Sunday in Outoher, Novoinper, Deftember, January, February. and March, 0, (,’. BRYAN, H. P. G. B. MVCKS, Swt’y. P^TapywgJWMi■ j iin w—■ ATTORNEYS: J. U. Robertson, Attorney at Law, t»d Solicitor tit than eery. Chattanooga, . . Tens. PHACTIUR in Uhaucfry, f'lrcult and Hupr<»mc C'»«rw Os iYiiiMwee and V. S. DUtilci (.'Quit. £•** ii> adjoining couniir* In Georgia, fc f Jfflo t u Uouit lloute. Rabert St. IT.) Olentt, Attorney at Law, LaPatsttk, - - - - Georgia. WILL P BALTIC* in liie Superior Courts of the iloino and adjoining circuits, Collection* a «fi»c ml:y. Uffico on comer opposite Drug ntor«. i* * H 3m. Jqum C. P. Cokbb. Phelan & Gores, Alioraryt at Law, Boss lllock, 241) Market St., eWATTANOOUA, - - - TENNESSEE W. U. & J. P, Jicoway, Attorney* at Law, Trenton, - - - - Georgia. rtt \CTICK in the countie* of Dade. Walker and CatAom, and a-'j lining counties', and in tli*i J*n preiufi and Federal Courts A’so, Jackson, I'eKsrib »• I - : ;ii-rokee, in North Alahnnrt, and e lac. where by Afeiriai contract, fpecia! at'cnilou given to the col ftpetion of claim*. • W. M. Henry, Attorney at Law, SusiHEßvn.r.E, - - - - Georgia. W ILL practi ’e in the Rome Mini adjoining Cir cm t*. Collcctiona a specially. Jf. C. Clements, Attorney at Law, LaFayktte, - - - Georgia. Wl 1. practice in the several cuntii b of thr Romo sod Cherokee Circuit*, ami the Supreme attar t of Georgia. F. ff. Copeland, Attorney at Law, L Fayette, - - - Georgia. VtTfLL practice in the Superior Courts, of Home T T Circuit. KUcwhrre by special agreement. Col loc-tion* a «*p cia ty. (Offi ein rear of Lulbrrson’a • tor?.) 11. I*. Lumpkin, Attorney at Law, LaFayktte, - - Gf.oiioh. ’ll - iI.L give prompt attention to all business ?7 entrusted to him. ( ft/ - Oliice at dhuturd St I.umpHinY store. DENT ISTSi Dr. Cso. B. r Jordan, Resident Dentist, Rraisa Fawn, - - - - Ga. nff-rs hi* professional service* to the people of n*de. n. d Walker counties, Denial operations per forim-d in ancat-and substantial maw.cr. AM woik warranted to give peticct Satisfaction. Will make a professional t«»•» through Me Le er, a res' C*sve, on tiie fii 't of eiu It itiontli. Dr.'J. P. Fann, ESesidtfißt ©eatist. Dalton, - - Georgia. T "l riIEPAHEI) wi*!l all 111. I Modern Lnpr>verm*nts in Lenta! •U] ippiimiccs to turn nut ns good work as can b-t had lu the State, and at as low prices as «an he dotteby anv firil»*la*»a workman. -uiranree ail work turned out to stand any B J ,i: reasonable tests. Special attention given to •urrectin* Irregularities in children’s teeth. fjT-Ladie* wai'ed on at their residence, when un »b!e*o visit the office. A liberal share of patronage Up-stairs on Hamilton street, opposite lintel. ... , Will visit La Payette, Walker Co., nt Superior Courts August and February. HOTELS: GOREE HOUSE, j. WITHERS Proprietor, LaFayktte, Georgia. fIpHE above liouso is thoroughly fur nisliod and prepared with the very Vest accommodations, Tor transient, and local custom, and at reasonable prices. Satisfaction guaranteed to those who fa vor it with their patronage. THE ROHE MOTEL, Strom! *L, Home, <«a. 1m Ten Stsps of tiif. Railroad. pgO OTI.\IBI « SEEDED T ntMTEIlin tll'i Principal RilOnr*. Squarr nf L"h e Oty'<""vinienll.tlin Wharf, thn Bank., rkw poil Ollier, ru.rl l. tl.nmuataly ri-noy.-it.-d an.l %E& J. L. M. ESI HU, Proprietor. MATiONAL HOTEL, j. V. LEWIS S*roj» , r. Dai-ton, - - - Georgia, This house is a largo four-story brick, within a few steps of the Passenger de BOARD PER DAY - - - $2.00 Polite and attentive porters at every train; pass them your checks, wa.k right ar jL. —dealer in— Staple Dry Goods, FANCY AND FAMILY’ OROCEBIES. All kinds of produce taken in exchange for goods. , . , We keep the best wagon yard in the city, and feed stock at reasonable rates. Our card is free to all during the day. i yu Chattanooga .Advertisements. T. 11. PAYNE & 00.,! Successors to Patton and Payne JSSBEiIS ASS RETAILERS SF School Books, Station* j cry, Blank Books, Wall Paper, FiC' ture Frames and Moul dings . Our clock is complete in every linejiml prices .13 O T r O 31 ON SCHOOL BOOKS, PATER. Envelops, Pens, Ink Pencils nail siates. —;o; We make Picture Frames of every Jiscription and price. The Largest stock ot WALL PAPLH in East Tennessee. ('ROQI’ET We-t*. The best and riivapcs! in fhs* market at #I.SO, Sfc; t 1 .30, $ 1.75, s•s.- 00, s:i.oo, #:§..io, §»LQO perset. Dase bn its and bats of every description. Send for Sample and prices T. il. PAYE & CHS., Chattanooga, Tenn. A EEVOLUTIOH A. W. JUDD, Portrait and Landscape PHOTOGRAPHER, lias secured the exclusive right for the city of Chattanooga to use the WONDERFUL AROTYPE PROCESS. This is the process which has brought about sue’" a startling revolution in the manner of producing photographic prints. The a retype prints are made with printer’s inks on a common hand press, and are therefore absolutely per manent. The mo-t rcmarkahlo feature of this improvement is the cheapness with which the prints can he produced. We respectfully solicit an inspection ot the exquisite specimens of the work on exhibition SL’JMarket street. Chattanoo ga, Tenn. Respectful}’, A. W. JIJDD. ,5. 11. CADY £ ICO., 108 Market Street, CHATTAXOOGA, TENNESSEE. —§o§— Keep on hand a full line of Newspapers and Periodicals, Books and Stationery, Whole sale and Retail, Wall Paper, Variety Goods, Wrapping Paper and Paper Bags, School Books. -§o§- Will soil any Book published. If not in stock will order promptly. —§o§— Call and see me me when you come to Chattanooga and got bargains. ROBINSON WAGON COMPANY MANUFACTURERS OF WAGONS Buggies & Phaetons. WE no KOI WANT A OEM'S! VVII OFFER OUR STANDARD TRADE VEHICLES TO THi! TRADE. Wotk that has an established repula- j tion, and that can be handled with sat- ; isfaction. both to buyer and seller. Send for designs and prices to ROBINSON WAGON CO., j CINCINNATI- 0- J 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.