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Choice Publications.
Tourists, or other travelers, who at
any time contemplate a trip through
the southeast should post up on the
beauties and other attractions of this
region.
The Western & Atlantic Railroad
Company has issued a series of the
most beautiful publications which any
railroad company has ever sent out
under its name, and will take pleas
ure in enclosing them to any parties
who will send stamps to pay postage.
The Mountain Campaigns in Georgia;
or, War Scenes on the Western & At
lantic, is the finest publication which
has been issued, and is the acme of an
advertisement in that it does not at all
appear to be an advertisement. It is
a condensed history of the Atlanta
campaign,—the accuracy of whose
text has been endorsed by Generals ■
Joseph E. Johnston and William T.
Sherman. Its letter-press is superb,
and its maps and illustrations are the
very finest of their kind.
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The Western A Atlantic Battle-Fields
Folder, contains a description of the
battles at each station along the line
of the Western & Atlantic Railroad,
or those engagements which occurred
near the various stations. This is il
lustrated with fine cuts, and is the
most handy and correct guide-book
which is to be found.
The Western & Atlantic’s Marietta
Folder, is a beautiful 40-page pamph
let, with numerous illustrations of
scenes about Kennesaw Mountain,
Marietta and Allatoona, showing the
scenic beauties of the region, charac
teristic and historical incidents. Any
one reading this pamphlet will make
up his mind that Marietta is the piet
tiest spring-time and summer resort in
the Southeast, and the fact that there
are so many Northern and Northwest
ern people w T ho spend the winter in
Marietta, and so many Southern peo
ple who spend the summer there attest
the good which the publication has
done.
The Western & Atlantic’s Bird’s-Eye
Map Folder, is a large map, 32 inches
long by 18 inches wide, and is a topo
graphical map of the country between
Atlanta and Chattanooga, showing the
course of the Western & Atlantic
Railroad through picturesque moun
tain country and the beautiful and
fertile plains of northwest Georgia.
The references to the battles along
this line in the Atlanta campaign are
shown by representations of lines of
men shooting at each other. The his
toric matter, illustrations, time tables,
etc., on the reverse side of the folder
are invaluable to the pleasure seeker
or traveler.
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The Western A Atlantic General Map
Folder, is a large map of the United
States. It has important schedule
matter on the reverse side, and is the
best folder which is issued for those
traveling through this section.
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The above publications are for free
distribution, and any one sending four
cents in postage stamps will receive
the Mountain Campaigns in Georgia, or
six cents will get that book and any
one of the other publications, or two
cents will get either of the folders, or
for twelve cents in postage stamps one
will receive the entire lot. Send post
age stamps and get such of the above
beautiful publications as you may de
sire.
For these publications address Jos.
M. Brown, G. P. A., Atlanta, Ga., or
any Pass. Agt., in list on page 7.
They Didn’t Marry.
Some months ago we had an anec
dote about a prominent citizen who
formerly lived in the mountainous
portions of Georgia, who, with all his
lack of education, yet was distin
guished for his great fund of common
sense.
He had been elected to the Legisla
ture, and had gone down to Milledge
ville, and was quite a character there
among the members. Some of them
concluded that they would have some
sport in making a match; or pretend
ing that they were trying to do so,
between him and a very rich widow,
who was there at the time, and no
doubt hunting for a husband. They
told her about his possessing a great
deal of land, including one or two
very fine farms, also owning quite
a number of negroes, and being hon
ored, respected, very well-to-do, and
very influential in his section.
To the Colonel they expatiated con
siderably on the brilliant wit and per
sonal beauty of the widow. Each
party to the proposed contract was
therefore more than favorably im
pressed with the importance of at least
investigating, and seeing whether the
match was worth making.
One night there was quite an enter
tainment given at a citizen’s house,
and the two being present as guests,
it did not take long to bring about an
introduction. The lady was very affa
ble, and the Colonel, though he seemed
somewhat abashed, nevertheless took
his seat by her side, and the conversa
tion was begun by the lady, with the
remark:
“Well, you are somewhat an older
man, Colonel, than I thought you
were.”
“Yes, Marm,” exclaimed he with
some emphasis, “and you are ad -d
sight uglier than I thought you were.’’
This broke off the negotiations at
once; and, as the Colonel told his
mountain friends: “When I said that,
she just flirted around to one side and
didn’t say anything else. After I
waited a minute or two and she stuck,
I concluded I didn’t like her looksany
how, and I got up and left.”
“Tunnel Anecdotes.”
Ever since there have been tunnels
on railroads there have been anecdotes
about them. The favorite one seems
to be that of the young lady who had
a piece of court plaster on her lip when
the train went into the tunnel, and it
was seen on the lip of the young man
by her side when they emerged from
it.
One of the best, however, which we
have heard is told of an East Tennes
see mountaineer, just shortly after the
Western & Atlantic Railroad’s tunnel,
at Tunnel Hill, was completed.
He had for some years been coming
down, occasionally, to Dalton, which
was then called Cross Plains, to trade
with the merchants at that point. On
one of his trips, night overtook him,
just as he arrived near the hill through
which the tunnel was cut. Not having
come down that road before in several
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years, and seeing that the climb was a
pretty stout one for his mules, he con
cluded to camp there until the next
morning. Accordingly, he unhitched
his mules and built up a fire near the
little stream which is the head-waters
of the Chickamauga creek. Before
very long he laid down to sleep. Af
ter some hours he was awakened by a
most astonishing noise. He jumped
up and,saw what appeared to be a fear
ful monster, with scales of fire on his
sides, spitting smoke and sparks as he
rushed through the darkness with a
fearful roar.
His consternation was increased when
all at once, there was a horrible sound
which shook the midnight air, rising
from a sudden yelp to a roar, and then
ending in an unearthly shriek, and dy
ing out just as the monster seemed to
run into the ground and disappear.
Springing forward, he seized his
frightened mules, in great trepidation
hitched them to the wagon, laid whip
on with might and main, passed over
the hill and hurried down to Cross
Plains.
Arriving there, at about day-break,
he struck up with one of his custom
ers, who was up unusually early, and
who greeted him with the remark:
“Why, hello, Josh, what in the name
of common sense brings you here this
time of the morning?”
“Humph!” said he, “T £uess you’d
have come too if you had seed what I
seed up yander about seven or eight
miles from here.”
“Why, what did you see.”
“I seed the devil.” ’
“Seed the devil —the devil be
blowed!” exclaimed the store-keeper.
“Yes, you may make fun of it; but
I did see him.”
“Well, what did he look like?”
“Oh, Lordy, nobody can tell what
he looked like. I know that his sides
was all on fire, and he was longer than
the longest snake you’ve heard tell of.
He was running down the valley, when
the noise woke me and I jumped up,
looked from my wagon, and as soon as
he seed me he yelled —Y —0 —U —H!
Y—oU —H! and then run into his
den. I warn’t a’ gwine to stay thar
no mo’, and I just hitched up and come
to town as fast as ever I could, and I
ain’t goin’ back thar no mo’, no sir.”
The Corn was Bleeding- Very
Badly.
A good anecdote is told of one of the
present United States Senators, who
was in the Confederate army during
the war.
Being attached to an artillery com
pany he was one day detailed to go
to a farm house, some two or three
miles away, to buy some corn for the
artillery horses. He took a couple of
sacks, went down and secured the
corn, paying for it the requisite Con
federate legal tender.
As he was riding back with the two
sacks of corn on his horse he noticed a
sow and pigs, nearly half grown, near
the roadside. The sight was a tempt
ing one, and he thrust his fingers into
a small hole which was in one of the
sacks and got out some grains of ccrn
which he threw toward them. They
came running at once into the middle
of the road and began eating the corn.
The temptation was now too great
for him, and pulling out his pistol he
shot the largest and finest looking pig
and killed it. He then dismounted
from his horse and took up the pig;
but being afraid to ride into camp with
it, he stopped to consider what was
the best method of procedure.
Arriving at a conclusion, he took
some of the corn as well as he could
from one of the sacks and put it into
the other, both sacks being not very
full, and in the empty space in the
other sack he then crammed the pig,
and tied the sack up again.
Riding down the road, when near
the camp, he met the commanding
officer, who looked rather suspiciously
at the corn sacks, and then asked him
where he had been.
He stated that he had been to a
farmhouse, according to orders, and
had bought some corn for the artil
lery horses.
The officer then said: “Have you
nothing else in the sacks except corn?”
The artilleryman gave evasive an
swer and said that he had no other
grain except corn in the sacks.
The officer then remarked to him:
“Well, your corn is bleeding badly,”
and then without waiting for answer
from the embarrassed subaltern rode
rapidly off.
The latter proceeded to camp, took
out his pig, and then turned the corn
over to the proper authorities. He
reported to the boys how he had been
caught up with, and they held a
council and determined that the best
thing to do was to send the officer a
portion of the meat.
They accordingly cut off one of the
hind-quarters of the pig and sent it
up to their commander, “with the
compliments of the lady,” who had
generously sent it to the soldiers.
The officer accepted the gift; but
told the messenger to say to the party
who had brought it into camp, that he
did not want the‘lady 7 to send him any
more presents after just that same
manner.
If you want to be sure of having a
good and safe ride in luxurious cars on
through schedules, the Western & At
lantic is the road you are hunting for.
It fills all the requirements, and the
way its passenger business has increas
ed, shows that the public have found
this out.
The Western and Atlantic Railroad
is the only line by which passengers leav
ing Nashville at 8:00 p. m. make close
connection with the Georgia Railroad
in Atlanta for Athens, Grovetown,
Augusta, Aiken, Columbia, Charles
ton, Beaufort and Port Royal,
The Western & Atlantic is the only
line in the South running four through
passenger trains per day each way, from
one terminal to the other. It, there
fore, offers advantages over all other
lines for tourists going to Atlanta,
Florida or the Southeast.
Magnificent scenery is viewed from
the summits of Kennesaw, Allatoona
and Rocky Face Mountains, directly
on the line of the Western & Atlantic
Railroad, and all along the line of the
Marietta and North Georgia Railroad.
From Dalton, it is an easy trip to
several mineral springs; the most not
ed being Gordon Springs, Cherokee
Springs, Catoosa Springs, Cohutta
Springs and the Mineral Springs at
the foot of Rocky Face Mountain.
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The magnificent palace buffet sleep
ing cars which pass over the Western
& Atlantic Railroad are the only ones
which reach Thomasville in the day-time.