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Vol. IV.
The Grey And The Blue.
Written for the Kennesaw Gazette.
A score of years have passed away.
Those faithful comrades now are
grey
And many in the churchyard lay
Who wore the grey and blue.
Another scor* and, comrade,
where
Will be the heroes of the war?
And little will each veteran care
Whether he wore the grey or blue.
Come, rally round the altar
bright,
Each manly heart in joy in it *,
Who fought for what he tin light
was right,
We want no carnage here today.
Come, plant the standard of the
brave
And deck with flowers each com
rade’s grave,
Who fell our glorious land to
save;
Speak gently of the blue and grey.
May war-note bugles never sound,
Nor long roll’s echo e’er be found ;
But peace and happiness surround
Each home throughout the land.
No North, no South, no East, no West,
No cause to wound a neighbor’s breast;
But let the past forgotten rest;
March on to greatness, hand in hand.
Hudson, Mich. 1. T. Smith.
Calling up a Rattlesnake.
“Do you know,” said a lady to us
a day or so ago, “that you can call a
rattlesnake to you?”
“Call a rattlesnake, what do you
mean ?”
“ Why,” said she, “you can utter a
call which will bring a snake to you.”
She then proceeded to illustrate her
meaning by saying that it is pretty
well known that rattlesnakes have the
power to charm birds, among others
they capture quails, or partridges as
we generally call them, by this deadly
fascination. Said she: “My son, who
lives on Senator Brown’s father’s old
homestead in Cherokee county, Geor
gia, one day heard a partridge in the
woods. He took his rifle and went
down for the purpose of endeavoring
to secure it. He began answering the
call note of the bird, —in other words,
mutating the note of its mate. Within
ft few minutes he heard a rustling as if
some small object were moving through
the wools near him. Turning his
head in the direction indicated he soon
discovered a rattlesnake approaching
him. Just before he noticed the new
center he had uttered a whistle like a
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The stout old gentleman whiles"away the time,
reading of the latest tragedy, while waiting for the
usually late train.
partridge. The serpent raised its head
some eighteen inches or more from the
ground, and seemed to be looking in
the direction of the young man. The
latter, after a very short interval,
repeated the whistle, as he noticed the
snake had commenced approaching
him again. As soon as the sound was
heard the rattlesnake again raised his
head and looked carefully through the
woods, evidently endeavoring to see
where the partridge was. Becoming
rather interested in the matter the
young man repeated the whistle just
after the serpent had again commenced
to approach him Once more it raised
its head and carefully examined the
forest in front of him, without doubt
looking for the bird. The young man
stood motionless and repeated the
whistle once or twice until the rattle
snake had gotten within a compara
tively short distance of him, and then
as it raised its head and was looking
for its expected prey, he took aim and
shot its head off.”
This recital called to mind an inci
dent in our own career which we had
never before associated with the power
or desire of rattlesnakes to follow up
the call of a quail for the purpose of
charming it or otherwise securing it.
We were one day at the house of a
relative in the lower part of Cherokee
county, Georgia, when he remarked
to us, “There’s a partridge whistling
up the hill. If you’ll take my gun
and go up there and call him, I think
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This would all have been avoided had the stout
old gentleman traveled via the W. & A. whose
trains are never late.
you can get a shot at him.”
The writer followed the directions,
and, going quietly through the woods,
began answering the call of the quail.
Before he got as much as a hundred
yards from the house, however, a rust
ling noise in the bushes, just after
we had whistled in answer to the quail,
attracted our attention, and on look
ing over a fallen log in front of us
we discovered one of the reptiles
moving towards us. We made short
work of killing him; but of course lost
the quail. We had always presumed
that we had merely run upon him by
accident; but from the story as told
by the lady, and repeated above, we
are inclined to think that ours was a
similar case, and that there is some
thing in the theory that one can call
up a rattlesnake by uttering the note
of a quail.
The hilly and mountainous portion
of North Georgia stands second only
in the United States for grape culture,
on account of its climate and elevation.
Some of the best flavored samples and
the best quality of wine made in this
country come from this section. — Ex.
Some of the grandest scenery in
America is exhibited from Lookout
Mountain, rightabove the city of Chat
tanooga. By the Western & Atlantic
Railroad from Atlanta, and the rail
road leading to the top of the moun
tain you now go upon grand old Look
out without the tedious hack drive
which was formerly an inevitable part
of the trip. See that your tickets read
over the W. & A. R. R.
I Will Go.
“I will go!’’ Yes, leaving all
All the life that erst I knew;
Former loves, or great or small,
Leaving all, I love thee so,
With thee, chosen, I will go.
I will go —from girlhood here,
Sunny with its home borne love
Into woman’s higher sphere,
Where the lights and shadows
move;
And life’s cares I then shall know,
Yet, 1 answer, I will go.
I will go to bless thy way,
Cheer thee with a gentle voice,
Make thee happy every day,
In thy lighted smile rejoice ;
All thy cares and joys to know
As my own—yes, I will go.
I will go—to walk with thee
On the rugged path of life ;
I will try a help to be,
Sharing with thee in the strife ;
I will never leave thee—no—
Till God calls me —I will go.
1 will go—stand at thy side,
In the sunshine in the shade,
I will let no cloud divide
This one life our two have made ;
Nobler, stronger love shall grow,
Reaching Heavenward —“1 will go,”
Augusta Evening News, July 7,1887.
Complimentary.
In the March (1889) number of the
Southern Cultivator was a very com
plimentary notice of Traffic Manager
Brown, of the Western & Atlantic
R. R., from which we quote the fol
lowing :
“On the 7th of February, 1889,
he was elected Traffic Manager of the
road. On the l‘2th of the same month
he was married in Augusta, Ga., to
Miss Cora McCord, and is now enjoy
ing a wedding tour on the Pacific Coast
with his lovely bride.
In all the positions he has filled
he has displayed aptitude, energy and
foresight, and perhaps no man in the
South has a more thorough knowledge
of railroad management in all its de
tails than Mr. Brown. He has been
the active leader in reducing passenger
rates, and in giving ample facilities to
producers on the line of his road to get
their produce to market. He has been
an element of strength to his road, and
his management may justly be called
progressive, liberal and popular.”
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 from Atlanta
to the north and northeast.
NO. 10.