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VOL. XIX.
ATLANTA. GA., TUESDAY, JULY 19, 1887.
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
fit fii^ ('loop.
BY WALLACE P. REED.
For Tn Constitution.
There was not a more daring and active scout I
in Bazaine’s army than Pierre Dan ton. ■
When Pierre volunteered to alip into Qnin-
quarabo, to see what the Mexicans were doing!
it never occurred to him that there waa the
slightest danger.
Quinquambo was a llttlo mountain village, 1
with a small garrison, and Pierre determined
to appear in the rolo of a deserter. The son of
a Spanish mother, he did not look much like a i
Frenchman, and spoke the language of the
country like a native.
But there whs one thing that the soout had
not thought of. Colonel Campos, then com
manding the post of Quinquambo, had served
on the eastern coast In the early partp ' “
war. If Pierre had known this fact he
have blown out his brains rather than play
the spy in the vicinity of the terrible Campos.
■ At sunrise the Frenchman walked boldly
had grown weary of hard fig
rations. Moreover, ho had f-m ,.... .w, t ««»„
ft block-eyed senorita, and could no longer bear
arms against Mexico.
The sentinel called a corporal, and
was repeated. To these simple a
seemed that the deserter was telling the truth,
and nothing but the truth.
41 Ah, that French devil. Bazalne!” said the
corpora), “he is frightened, is he not?’*
"Comrade,” replied Pierre, “you have
spoken truly. Bazalne is in despair.£Dis men
sro deserting by hundreds. They have noth
ing to cat, and the usurper is without money
to pay them.”
“In a few weeks they rill be driven Into the
sea/* said the enthusiast *. corporal.
"You speak like s prophet," answered the
the presence of Colonel Campos the
Frenchman measured his words. The veteran
listened without showing any interest or sur
prise. HIs brown, leathery face never changed
its expression, and bis eagle eyes were appar
ently fixed upon the ground-
"And you would serve the republio?” he
esked, coldly.
"Try mo,” was the enthusiastic response.
"How am I to know that your story is
true?”
"Lot mo swear ” began Pierre.
"No!” shouted tho Colonel in a voice of
thundor.
The olHcors And soldiers gave a start of *ur-
)riso, and for tlio first tlmo Pierre felt uneasy.
"Bind him hand and foot!” was tho unex
pected order. .
Despite his protestations two men carried
out the Colonel’s instructions, and then braced
tho prisoner in a sifting posturo against a con
venient wall.
• "A year ago,” said Campos, 44 I captured
that fallow near Vera Cruz. I shot off tho
little linger on bis right hand, and he marked
mo hero on tho forehead with his pabor. Tho
villain escaped that night, but another pris
oner told mo all about him. Hols not a sol
dier. Ho is a spy. He has caused moro
-trouble than any other man in Bozaino’s army,
Now, Pierre Danton, what have you to say?’
"Tho Colonel is mistaken,” said Pierre, "I
Dover saw him before, and I am no spy. My
name is .Jean Rouville.”
"Look!” exclaimed a soldier.
A glance showed that tho prisoner’s right lit-
jlo finger was missing.
‘•Only a coincidence,” muttered Pierre.
"Guard him welU” said the • Colonel. "No
court martial is wafited here,” and the grim
woldior walked off,
Securely plnlonpd as he was, Pierre saw that
lie could not escape. His eyes roved restless
ly about, but there was nothing to encourage
him. v
"The barbarians,” he growled. "They will
butcher me in cold blood. I doubt whether
they will be kind enough to hang mo. That
Campos looks like a fiend, and the chances are
■that he is even now inventing some diabolical
■torture. Well, it is the fortune of war.”
Quinquambo did not look very interesting to
the spy as ho sat thero propped up against the
Colonel’s headquarters. There was a plaza
and a few scattered houses armnid it, except
on one side, where they had bpen destroyed by
Urc. There were no citizons. The inhabit
ants hod abandoned the town, leaving it to
the garrison.
"There are not moro than three hundred of
the yellow rascals,” mused the spy. “Lord l
Wouldn’t I like to see some of our cavalry
come along. They would take the place in
the twinkling of an eye.”
Just then two soldiers carao along, and lift
ing Pierre in their arms, carried him to the
center of the plaza. The captive at first
thought that his hour had come, but the men
proceeded in sullen silence to tie him to tho
mouth of the solitary cannon, an old-fashioned
twelve-pounder, pointed at tho vacant side of
tho square. They lashed him with his breast
to the muzzle of tho gun so securely that it
was Impossible for him to move.
Pierro thought of the brutal British fashion
•of blowing Indian rebels from the months of
cannon, and wondered whether he was to bo
eerved in the same way.
"It will be talked about all over Mexico.”
Aid Colonel Campos, coming up. "Tho
French will get it Into their heads that they
•are all to be treated in tills way, and very few
will be willing to face such a death.”
"Comrade.” said Pierro to one of the soldiers,
After the Colonel hail gone, "does he moon it?”
"When the noonday tnn strikes that,” re
plied tho soldier, "it will be all over.”
Pierre looked, and noted an iron framework
tnrer the breech of tho gun. On the top of this
was a round object so bright and dazzling that
it made liU eyes blink. " ^
"I do not understand,” he said.
"The burning glass there,” explained the
placed that it fires the powder
fernal brilliancy, and not a speck of cloud was
to be seen.
"If I ever do get out of tills,” grunted Pierre.
He did not say what he would do. Thero
was no use in making any promises.
Higher and higher in the heavons moved the
flaming orb. Surely it was noon!
The half-fainting prisoner, held his breath.
The muscles of his face twitched nervously,
and his eyes were fixed with on intenso stare
upon the other end of the gun.
Like the echo of an echo camo a familiar
sound wafted npon the mountain breezes.
"God!”gasped the miserable man through
■his pallid lips.
was it a bugle? f£ven if it was it was too
lato. If relief came it would have to be at
once.
Louder, clearer, sounded the triumphant
note, giving forth tho sweetest ring that the
listener had ever heard. He threw his head
back, and the light of hope and courage danced
in his eyes.
"The devil!” ho shouted, "whether I ora
saved or not, these yellow dogs will soon bite
the dustl”
Tho Mexicans heard the French bugles, and
in another moment Quinquambo was in a tu
mult of disorder.
But the defendors of the town, weakened by
the departure of their comrades in the morning,
were unable to cope with anythingllke a strong
force, and no sooner did the French dash
through the outposts than the Mexicans fled to
the woods, fully half of them being shot down
before they reached shelter.
Pierre’s bonds were cut by a trooper, who,
with threo whacks of his sabro set the prisoner
To Pierre’s immeasurable gratification, Col
onel Campos and his command had been cap
tured on tho way and.brought to town by the
raiders.
"I must see him,” said the spy. "I have
little settlement to make with him.”
Boom!
"Sacre!” yelled Plorro, "I had forgotten all
xrattlie gun!”
The smoke slowly lifted, and on the opei
—do of the plaza was seen a group of dead nn<
dying Mexicans. The dischargo had occurred
just as the prisoners were marching by.
One of the unfortunates was lying on his
face, but his uniform showed him to be an offi
cer of high rank.
Pierre turned this man over, gavo one look at
his faoe, ’and {hen fell upon his knees in a
prayer of thanksgiving.
In the dead man ho had recognized Oolonol
Campos!
Memoirs of /I)aeoi?.
The Dominion of tho Red Rover3
of the West.
Man
Midler, "is so pU
I The victim shuddered. There was some*
thing horrible in the idea of being killed by
the bright luminary whose rays had all his
life given him light and warmth.
He knew that even in the large cities of
Mexico what was called the midday gun was
fired in this ingenious fashion during the dry
season. For six months in the year there was
never a cloud in the sky, and tho action of the
lens was os sure as fate itself.
Tho guard paced up and down his beat, and
Pierre was left to lib meditations.
He struggled until his strength was gone,
trying to ltc.-on hi* b'UiLi, but it wtS jpkeless.
Ills head fell upon his he cidBud
bis eyes. Bn» * |U eouiii hot cajm himself, and
JFfflokcd around the square. All of the
solders were marching off with the exception
nf on, company. It was evident that the
gH I were not auppowd to bo in tho neijjh-
Stm VU almost directly over-head.
lie danced down the gun to thi
and it seemed to him that be could
Brrlnr noise of the tiowiler.
The son was intensely hot, and this inspired
terror.
"Saints above!” grnaned the poor wretch-
"On such a day as this the gun trill go off
•head of time!"
What did It matter? A few minntes would
not lave him. The (lass shone with on in-
AN AWFUL EXPERIENCE.
A Thrilling Fight for Life with a Mad
in a Balloon Care
From the Leeds Murcury;
A great crowd gathered at F— to sco mo ascend
In a balloon, Some of the citizens had promised to
go with me, but their courage failed at the lost
moment, and I resolved to go alone.
Wherever 1 bad made ascensions, although in
widely distant places, I had always noticed
among the spectators a young man, whose unusual
pallor and deep-sunken, great eyes had impressed
me. lie was greatly interested in my undertakings,
and pressed near to offer any slight assistance; I
had become so used to his prcscnco that at F 1
involuntarily looked round for him, as I called to
nen to nmko rcudy. Tho unknown stood
by the barrier, paler and more haggiud tlum
ever. 1 sprang Into the boat and ordered tho ropo
to bo cut.
At tho sumo moment I saw a movement among
the spectators, bnt did not heed it, os I was arrnng-
lng somo tilings In the bottom of tho boat and was
stooping over and busy when the quicklv rising
balloon was high in the oir. Great was my aston
ishment whon I looked up and saw that strange
looking young man with mo ;
“Your obedient senraut,sir,’’ saidho.ver]
“By what right aro you hero?” I asked indig-
n ^You could not escape me; therefore I have a
right to be here,” sold be.
Perplexed by this answer, I was silent. Untroubled
by my amazement ho went on—“In this way we shall
never go up.” With theso words he seized two bogs
Of ballast and cast them out. .
Sir,” I cried, angrily catching his arm, ”1 cannot
allow that.” The barometer showed me that tho
balloon had risen 2,000 feet. “Wo must descend,'
said I; “those clouds darkening around us, and
growing blacker and heavies in the south, warn us
of a thunderstorm.”
“No,” be cried, “we must dash through the clouds;
the lightning shall flash fnr below us,” and onco
more two bags of ballast flew overboard. I struggled
to hold him back, but ho pushed mo to tho floor
with one hand, while he carried out bis purpose with
the othor, saying, “I am very sorry, but I sco you
do not understand the thing, so I must take the
whole control. Now, don't interfere with me
^Hoeontlnued throwing overboard bag after bag
of ballast, holding mo firmly bock as soon as I tried
to prevent his actions. I saw I had to deal with a
madman, fanny superior In physical strength, so I
resolved to try ennning. I tried to interest him in
conversation while I slyly pulled tho valve-rope
and hoped to bring the balloon down before ho ob
served our course.
Suddenly he said, "You have opened the valve In
spite of my ordors.” I dropped the string. • • For
tunately.” be continued, while bo flung some bogs
over the tide, "we have yet 200 pounds oi ballast J
allowed you to open the valve became tho gas
threatened to burst the ballon, but don’t you do it
again.” The clouds sailed under us in a glittering
stream, on which tho balloon cast a deep shadow.
Thunder rumbled far below.
Onco more he lightened tho balloon by fifty
pounds, and it shot upward liko on arrow. The de
lirium of my uncomfortable companion seemed to
increase in proportion to oar distance from the
earth.
“Higher, higher! You need not know more."
With these words ho flung the compass out I
was helpless rs a child before the madman. To my
urgent entreaties to have our course changed, be
only oiled, “Iamoutof patlcnit with you. Now
jou shall no longer know whether we go up or
down." Then he threw tho barometer and half
tho remaining ballast after tho compost Ever
higher rose the balloon; my heart throbbed as If it
would burst; blood flowed from my now and mouth.
“How grand it Is to die as a martyr!” shouted the
lunatic, throwing overboard the last of the ballast.
Desperation gave mo strength. I straggled with
him, but I had to yield. He threw me to the floor,
and, holding me there, be took a knife from his
pocket and cut a rope.
With a shriek I thrust him aside and flew to the
end of the boat, instinctively clung to the only
remaining rope, and, overwhelmed by horror,
dreed my eyes.
After a long pause I opened them and found my
self alone upon the boat-alone, 10,000 feet above
the earth. Sfy companion bad vanished. I rose
still higher, higher, rushing so swiftly through the
air that every breath l draw was *
By Montgomery M. Folsom.
For The Constitution.
The dark-eyed maidens were gathering in
tlio winter store of chestnuts, walnuts-and
scaly barks, and a big bear hunt had been ar
ranged among the men of the tribe. All woe
joy and innocent mirth among tlio peacoful
natives of the town. But there came a r»(ul
. change, when a courier, all torn and bicoding,
with a wild race through many miles of forest,
plunged into tlio river near the romantic point
of rocks, wlioro DoSoto’a army crossed, and
reaching the other bank of the river was just
ablo to gasp "The Muscogees,” in the ears of
the startled fishermen who were soeklng
muscles on the sand bars. •
The alarm spread and there wero a beating
of drums and a running hither and thither,
and in half an hour a great flame leaped up on
the summit of the groat mound, and rose and
fell, leaping and flickering in the dusky light
of even.
_ Tlio sun had sunk to rest on a couch of gold
and had drawn tho purple curtains of twilight
o’er his couch of rest. Tho young moon hung
tremulously pendant in the broad expanse of
adolescent sky, and a mist camo up from tho
river, and was twisted and. distorted by the
grieving winds of autumn that sang snatches
of lamentation among the stricken trees.
Tho river swirled and eddied among the
rocks, whirling the drifting leaves hither and
tliithor on Its restless bosom.
Afar to the eastward another flame leaped
high, and then another and another, until the
crests of all thoso tall mounds woro ablaze
with signal fires.
Mankind, in wnatever ago or clime, have
over esteemed it tho truest test of manhood to
battle for home. It may bo a lordly palaco, a
grim and rugged castle, ft farmhouse riith
spreading fields, a cabin in somo sequestered
glen, or a wigwam thatched with leaves In tlio
heart of tho wilderness. But it Is home, And
the instinct of patriotism belongs with that
mysterious God-like part of humanity that Is
called "the soul.” «> r
Theso men, so little accustomed to tlio ter
rors of war, showed on unwonted activity in
tholr preparations during tho night. Tlio
women and children were sent back among
tho hills, laden with tho most valuablo of their
possessions, and tho men sharpened tlicir
spears, bent their bows, and hardened tlioir
clubs by tho embprs of tlu ir watch-fiio j.
Tho great gleaming stars arose and peopled
tlio dark bluo heavens w ith their fantastic con
stellation s. Tho wild, cry of somo bo2r.t«.d
waterfowl winging its way toward tho seffh.
and the howl of the wolf mimmt the zandfiTth
wero tlio only sounds to break tlio stillm-sa of
that momentous night.
Toward tho ilawu of day tho discordant noto
owl awoke tho drow sy watchers, and his
went forth into the deep woods in search of a
winter’s store of flesh, and a number of them
fortified tho rising ground so os to repel any
Tho women forgot there sorrows and learned
to look to their conquerors as their rightful
lords. Faithful creatures that they aro,
women aro pretty much tho saiuo in all ages.
They admire true manhood in an enemy more
than they ab pusillanimity In a friend. Tho
widows of the Ocmulgces became the wives of
the Muscogees, and tlio mothers of the most
▼allantof all tho tribes of red men.
On the summit of
a grand council fire was kindled, and Red
called his comrades In arms togethor.
sentiment was unanimous for war, and tho
war dance, in nil Its hideousness, was (Lanced,
and tho women looked on And applauded.
A iovr warriors, whoso wounds had suffered
during the rigors of winter, wero left to rnlo
tho village, and to see that tlio Oomulgoe
sound of the slogan of tho Bfuscogecs.
To follow them in their devastating course
would bo bnt tedious. It is needless to say
that they know noithor defeat nor ropulso
from Silver Bluff, on tlio broad Savannah,
to tho salt marshes where break tho wild
Atlantic waves.
Tlio women labored faithfully, and the sea
sons were propitious, and a bounteous harvest
was proin&ed. Even disabled warriors, left
bohind, taught them the mysteries of a now
religion, and told them of the existence of two
Great Spirits, tho one evil, the othor good, and
“ "j worship of tho sun fell into disuse,
1 more than this, the travelled warriors
t them that the pearls from tlio musclo
wero treasured very highly by tho white
warriors from tho west.
One day a warrior whoso ago and long ser
vice mado him tho highest In authority, con
ceived a plan by whloh a record of th<
nowned
celved a plan by whloh a record
deeds of the Conquorers might bo
r _ \gb\
kopt. Ho demanded the largest pearl in tho
coany, which was bronght to him, and on a
thread of iinpcrishablo deer’s si now ho strung
•through the forests on tho sunset side of tho
river. Tho sentinels sat and listened. Tholr
ears wero too well accustomed to wood notes
not to detect a strange intonation in those cries.
As day flung up his banners in the east and
the struggle between light and darkness begun,
they sat with eyes fixed on the farther shore
ana through the drifting mists they descried
plinntom-liko shapes of stalwart men playing
hide-and-seek among tho great elm trees that
grow on the bluff.
Suddenly a warm red blush overspread tho
fair cheek of morning, and tho watchers knew
that the day king was stealing a kiss from the
sleepy maiden.
Not even tho ominous splashing in the
shallows of tho river could turn thorn from
their devotions, and all eyes wero instantly
fixed on tho crimson spot fn tho sky as tlioy
offered their prayers to the sun god os ho
glanced over the hilltops.
Scarce had tlio fnll fight of his glorious face
burst upon the dcw-bcspangled valleys whon a
wild war cry startled the worshippers, and in
a twinklings hordo of stAlwart men with faces
hideously painted! fell upon tho townsmen snd
there hr ' " * * —’*
in the t
men.
__ _
bind, playing, cannon booming and tho" long
loud rsttlo of mnakotcy, and tho '
It, and calling tlio youngest man lu tho town
to lilm, ho, Im tho presence of tho assembly,
told him tnnt this was sot opart os a memorial
of the conquest of tho valley of tlio Ocmul-
B o.' Thus it was that tho first link of tho
dory of tho Mtucogoos was formed.
Sultry July gave ploco to fiory August, and
tho green corn hung pendant on the rank
stalks, and tho feathory tassols waved in the
broezo.
On a warm, sunny evening, as the inhabi
tants wero resting from tholr labors, a faint
holloa was heard fit tho distance. In a twink
ling the watchman was on the summit of tlio
* lg mound, and when tlio holloa was repeated
nd the people distinguished tho trumpotwar
whoop of tlio Muscogcos, tho flames leaped
i from tho beacon, and a wild clamor was
id among the wigwams.
Mon, women and children rushed forth to
ffM , _ I, , ...
Tho next evening tho full, round, harvest
moon nroso on a neeno of burbaiic festivity In
describable. Tho lusty ears of green corn
wore plucked and roasted in tho cabins, and a
wild dnneo amid a circlo added to tho weird
ness of tlio savago fostivity. Tho invalid war
rior, tho sclf-constitutod historian, added a
larger pearl to his string, and declared lu tlio
presence of tho solemn assemblage, that this
should commemorate tho glorious campaign of
The Slioolin’ Match at Possnm Trot
By Wm, Perry Brown
For The Constitution.
” Wal, no, stranger, Possum Trot ain't much
of a place theso yer times, but thar has been
master doin’s again' on down thar, cspasbually
long orbout when mo ’nd Rosanuer, tho old
woman yer. was a courtin’. ”
Wliun ILigo Link made tills remark to tho
government timber agent from Knoxvlllo, sit
ting on the front. porch of his cabin on Llttlo
Frog mountain, ho looked as though tho retro
gressive atmosphere of Possum Trot hadpor-
meated Ida own person and surroundings. His
ragged jeans pants dung by one isolated "gal-
lus,” that hung over an equally raggod homo-
spun shirt. A faded funnel of a hut drooped
dejectedly upon his shoulders, and bis brociuis
publicly aired the fact that toes, as woll aspect,
were inside of them. His weather-beaten face,
gaunt limbs and bent back suggostod toil, ex
posure and rheumatism.
"Rasannor” sat just inside the doorway card
ing wool, with snuff-stains round her mouth
and a hickory swab betwocn her tooth. She
was fat, shapeless and apathetic and dirty.
Tho agent felt hia imagination shrink from
tho effort to onshrino theso two jadod relics of
human cndurcitco, within tho tender light of
youthful courtship and love.
. "Ye tuout es well light and take a cliccr,
Thar’s tho dadfetchln’st shower cornin’ down
"Big Frog,” and ye oant find nary *
’tween hyur and Jalapy.”
Tho agent dismounted, tied his iiorso, and
entered Iho porch with his saddlo bags. Tlio
summit of the great Frog mountain had van
ished behind a driving wall of gray i
long strooksof which were whirling dow —
pino-clad spurs and ridges. A low, smothered
sound seemed to recoil from the opposing
hoights, and drift down the valley.
"Tlio mountin’ liov been a roarin’ all night, 1
remarked Llge, taking out a leaf of "uomi
mado” tobacco, and slowly crowding it
his capacious mouth. "And that tlio
sure sign of failin’ weather.”
In the east roso tho dark brown summits of
tno Nantaliala mountains, bright with tho
overleaping sunshine that on th# lower slopes
was merged in the shadows of angry clouds
rolling in tumbled inassos up tho lliawai
VJ Tho’agcn! had an idle hour on hand,
lonco at Mrs. Link’s faded foaturcs stimulated
Is curiosity, and ho recalled Mr. Link’s wan-
..Bring faculties by further inquiries as
Foriclcan ora of Possum Trot.
"Whon the Jalappy copper mines wur a
runniu’ that thar Possum Trot was the bcatln’st
ploco for hoedouns, ga’andor pullin’s and
■hootin’ matches on tliisli yer mountin’. Thar
wur two stores, a mootin' houso, a blacksmith
shop and that that lectio mill of mlno that
don't git grist enuff now for tor bread wo’uns.
Rosanuer—ithat's my darter, named for hor
mammy yor—elio tends hit, and works consid
erably in tho crap too.”
Ligo shook Ills head inrumlnativo sadness
over tho departed glories of Fomttm Trot. The
advancing ruin lmd now obliterated Great
Frog us though it were not.JWith a final swoon
distantNantahaliSwera veiled,and tho llttl
‘ with a down jtour that mado the
told him I jist b’leev'd ho was a lyin’. H«
yoked mo strait, 'nd wo up 'nd fit right then
and thar.”
Mr. Link hero paused, and rubbed his nose,
resting his eyes on the fire so long, that the
agent ventured to inquire gently as to tho re
sult of the conflict. Lige once more crossed
his legs, renewed his chew of "home-raafele”
and, after vigorously clearing his throat, re
plied:
this summer.
And the Mi
the traditions of
r Into battle with colors flying and
of advancing cavalry is terrible. But there Is
something iu all this wild din and clamor that
tends to deaden tho sensibilities, and orderly
mnroh by rank and file gives a souse of com
panionship.
But to moot hand to hand, with no buglo
oto save the affrighted scream of some water
Jrd, and no sounuof conflict save the twang
of the bow string, or the dull, heavy, stroke of
tho bludgeon, must add a renewed terror to tho
horrors of war.
The battle was ended. No pall of smoke
overhung the fateful field. Only the yellow
autumn sunlight cast a weird glamor ovor tho
scene of conflict and death. '
A wild yell of triumph rent* tho languid air
i tho Inst bleeding scalp was waved above tho
head of a gigantic Muscogee, and tho battle-
scarred bond of marauders remained mastors
of the field.
A few of the warriors escaped by flight, but
their cunning foes kept close pursuit, and the
relentless destiny of exterminating war was
their doom. They reached thcsheltered valley,
between two hills, where the women and old
men were quartered. People call the place Cold
Springs, now, because a beautiful fountain of
cold water bursts from the notch in the hills
and comes gorging down the ravins. Here the
wounded and bleeding survivors made a last
stand, and here the cruel Muscogees attacked
them. Old men with whitened locksgathcrcd
sticks ami stones and hurled them with feeble
hands at the plumed and pah *d warriors.
The women gathered tho sp rs as they
* from the hands of their expiring loros
fought with the wild intensity of savage
•ration.
* .suffocating beat took the place of the eold. _
found myself In the middle of a glowlm-, fiery elood,
andbeardaterriflensporV-tbc gashad buret from
its prison.
The tolloon whirled with horrible rspdltj u It
eoUspacd-ui uglr, formic* mu.
Tho itetant fcorocq liog. A. I neiral th« rerth
I MW I wu witbln two mil* or II* ooeiui, .nd
fosre I the wind wooM ilrtre me then;, Uurlnglta
whole loon*, down I bs>l bocnatsmiliigoa it* end
ofthetxnt.cuarnMvelv clinging to tl* rote. A
rIol.nl lurch tor. H (run mj hold and burled me
tackwsrd. I fell—not nr I expected. Into ii.ee,
but In the soft pa of . men low. 1 n.r nrerrrthe
emend than I eucld In my unfottonaM petition
Jiil**. The anchor, —* 1 — . -.
before th« t.I-
. tie off orer the
A mimrle had ..red me form the me* awful
p -iil m, exciting life erer hr. eight me. Nothin.
■-—‘ of mr anh.rqffromp.nlcn. prob-
tbe ocnuti he nut* her. teen dead
niched it.
it. "for tho land, aro fortUe, end they will
the Mil. Bnt, leet any .honld nru. to
•renite th. fate of their father., we will leaye
no male child alive in tho wigwam, of tin (Jo
roulgeefo"
Tho. it camo ahont that the race who met
DeSoto in inch martial rplondor,po«ed forever
' froitrd&d tea "I tho earth. It w.n but a re
newal of th* oldftmoUlbh do* trine,fordid oot
the Hebrew leaden do the Mme to conquered
tribe, when they camo Into tho land of Ca
naan?
The conqueror, were beset with danyerg.
They knew by the felling of the 1 oaf. that the
lonf, dreary winter wax at band. Then there
were foe. that dwelt by th. riren to the nut-
ward, end there wen eoemle. who Inhabited
the region nearest the reaxhnre. Br.idee, In
the mountain, toward the north, dwelt a race
■killed in archery and the earth, of .peon.
The .troke of their war el.b. were tremend
ous, and the thrurt of their metal kniree waa
deadly.
Bo, they took the captive females hack to the
city, which they now pnme—id by right of
conquest. They compelled them to be the .lares
10 conquerors gavo names to tho streams,
called tho big riser "Ocmulgco—"Boor-
3 "Oco
They called tho big riser "OcmulL
lng Water." Other, tlioy named "Oconeo,"
gather In
forest, and
and they, the warriors of the tribe,
lng Water." Others they n
"Ogcechoo,” "Tlimnstotxs,” "Tobosofkee,”
"Bcboconnoe," "Chattahoochee.” and tho
groat rlrer, whore tho smaller river ondod,
tlioy called "Altamaha.”
"Sons were bom to them, and as noon os
each boy grew to the age of understanding, lie
was taken before the elder, or
"mcdlclno man,” of tho tribe
and to him was recounted tho logoud. and tra
dition. of tho tribe of 111. fathers, m that com
ing generations could know of tho mighty
deeds of tho bravest of tlio nation.
Macon, 0*.
Ran Assay From the Hear.
From the Montreal, Canada, Oamlte, July t,
A man named Albert Holbrook, residing at
Rawdon, had a aomewhat oxciting experience on
Monday, Ho hod been out fiohlng, and had taken
with him a shot.un In cue ha should come acmes
muskrats. U. had met with pretty good success,
and wu Intently engaged In the sport when ho
noticed a Hock or Ms neighbor's sheep running to
ward him te If poasoaiod. Thinking that somo
dogs, which hero become troublesome lately,
wero Uis cauao of th. pursuit, he
took up his gun to scare them off with . charge of
bell, hut whet wm his consternation when.hnge
bear, with three onto, a moot unusual number,
broke out of th. bush . Ibw yards from him. The
hears stopped on seeing him and oat on tholr
haunches watching him. Tho boM Oumer whistled
on his dog, but it hod lied on the first appearance of
the beam. Keeping his eye on the bears, he drew
the charge of hall snd substituted . bullet and Arad
at the bear lust as It was becoming ratlins.
Tbs shot bad no other effect than to song.
It, and It mad. . rush at the man, who, deem
ing prudence the baiter part of nlor, mad.
th. be* of Ids way home, without standing on the
order of hts going. Tho bMratoppod for . moment
to chew up th. old gun which th. hunter had ill*
carded In his light, and then followed him up nnUI
bo camo within sight of his Item, nearby, whoa It
turned and went back into U* bush. Tho tanner
aroused bis neighbors, and a party wuorganlasd In
hunt th. brers, but wet* unable to find them. The
termer's story was, bowavtr, corroborated In so
much that tho |party found tracks of . full grown
beartnd tore. Cuba Bears aro uncommon onoogh
In thli district now, and the obiost resident does
not remember baring seen more than two cubs In a
family. ,
A Woman In tlio Can,
From the Peoria Journal.
There U always a woman In tho easa. That
Persian king who, whenever on accident or calam
ity betel one of bis subjects always asked: "What
wm her namef- ires not ter out of th. way. Its
bold that every trouble that come, to nun comes
than some one of the gentter sox. It seems tint K.
U Harper, the collapsed snd ruined qndnnsU
banker, comes under this mao bead. He had .
confidential secretary, a beautiful woman nanred
Jcsls Holmes. Josle lives In a house elaborately
fitted op, and although she got bat NOO a year aha
lived st s rate of about toJXXk Bbs had a box In
the mte deposit eomiany. When the col lapse com.
canted off Its contents, it Is
brttered that there wm over
110,000 In <S« box, and she Is to bo arrested
and overhauled. lh-..-~Ut still In Jail, where he Is
trying to keep cool this hot wcstoAr, si 1 ex
Plata to hts friends that he would hare been alt
right If too Chicago board of trade tad not dt red
the rale on hint, and that it wm done In on effort to
down Cincinnati; that as he represented Cincinnati
everybody ought to stand np for him and not abase
him. From Ifr. (taper's standpoint he la a martyr
and ought to be respected for his heroic effort to beat
rhloam He ought to tare studied the scrap of
philosophy that says: “My eon, never plsy si sooth-
or nun's gams." Us was l ooosptcuou. Instance of
tellurs by not observing It, He undertook to play
st Chicago’s game and Cblcsgo stocked Uicesids,
that Is all -
Mrs. Link withdrew to tho kitchen, and tho
two men took scats 1 adorn tho fircpTaco In
side. Tho agent Inquired if gauilcr-piililngs
and shouting matches wore still dorogour"-
tln.se regions.
-•Tim gamlcr-pnllln's plnyod ont ntlortho
tvar. Wo has n shoutin' inutcli nnct 'n mvhilu,
but nothin’ llko what they u.so’or tor hoy when
mn ’nd llomnner wm a courtin’.”
Tlio agent Inferred sagaciously somo connec
tion betwoen this twice inontiuncil epoch of
Mr. Link's youthful oxlstcnco and tlio van
ished sports of I’aisum Trot, mid deftly en
ticed tlio old man further Into paths of roml-
nlsconco, . ...
"Hit do look Jiibotu, bnt onoof them Ilmr
iamo .hootin’ matches was tho 'coshuno of my
• marryln of Bounner. - Boos yer sco thorn
tharfingore?”
Llge held ont Ills loft hand, tho two mlddlo
finger, wliorcot stopped short at tho mlddlo
joint.
“Kf I hadn't of got them thar two fingers
shot off, In all poroblllty Itosuniicr'a mono
inout now liov boon Jlle. ’stead of Link. Did
yon nolUs that thar houso up tlio covo ovor
agin Big Frog aforo tho rain sot In? Thar’s
wliur whopper JUes llvos. Illm ! nd mo
whon wo was young (oilers, uso tc ra’ar roum
powerful on tho mount'ln tergetlicr. Wo’nni
hunted ’nd worked In ttio mines 'ml mndi
whisky 'nd drunk 'nd wont tor frolics lor-
gather, and, finally, long alter wo'uns both got
married, wo (tot relight torgotlior down at
Greasy Crook big tnoetln'a.”
"Bat In thorn thar times, wo tuk on jest liko
two horn brothers. Hit wur Julius ’twlxt us,
es tor who wm the best man. Homotimcs I'd
rhlo him, and then agin he’d rldo mo a wres
tlin'; and hit wur nli'ays onsortln ,wlilch wur
tho best shot with a ritfo.” . , ,
“Wal, stranger, finally I sot In to a courtin’
of ltnaanner, and long orbout tlio lime I tlio’t
tlio thing was • movin' on to tho tone of Bun
kum Bqnlrt, who shod I meet up with at lior
house ono day but that thar tamo Wliojqior
Jiiei.”
Mr. Link roc leased his logs, expectorated
largely, and sighed In remembranco of this
anexprsetod shock to bis yontbfn) sensibilities.
Jtn't a sottln’ In tliar In dead yearncss,
but soon atler that I notlm'd ho wm a slickin’
to Itaaanncr orbout os dost es ms, of not cloo-
tor. From tboen on, we'tui. wem’t qulto so
duraed thick torgotlior, yot we'd pass and ro-
pass, while Hoaanner, es fur e. I could sco, was
a swingin’ fast ono ’nd theon tolhor on us, on
party nigh okal toruu. •
"linsnuna was master iiurty them thar times,
andlwasjlstwirovcn/tly took up with tlio
notion of marryln’ of hor, that 1 couldn’t
akascly git ary nap of sleep williout dream Iner
bout hor. Hit postered ine masterful tor think
that thar Jllea’d up 'nd do me that a way, 'nd
ylt I wm Jest too proud 'nd blgglty tu even
cheep. I wouldn't a Jot on tor Min or Jtosan-
nor ex I wm hurt fur all the good bottom land
on Greasy crook.
"WaD, the thing rocked on »nd rocked on
party nigh mil ofempthno way Inter fodder
pullin’. I’d Uko ItottAima to ft hoedown ’nd
next I’d hycr WbppcrM off tu ftnather ono.
Ono Bnnday mo and her'd oot oat ’nd go per
haps ten milo tu some mootin', and hor ft
plum spankin’time; then the fust tlmo I’d
sashay over thar again, probably that thar
same Woppcr 'n her'd be off to ft quiltin’ or ft
bunrin’, orasettin'un with tlio sick,'nd a
leavin’of me ft casein’with the poke la bold.
I’d rear, ’nd I’d snort, like eetlio* cf lanes was
wuth nothin’ a bar*l. I couldn’t get ©muff
•weetnin’ tu do me, I felt so sour ’nd ugly.
"At las* I sed ter myself, sex I, 'Llge, dura
your evcrlastin* soul of yon I suthin’s got tci
bo done.’ Roeanner, she ke'p' a balitrncin
fust one way’nd then tother, entwell I
knowd in reaeon Jiles was es keen ter cum _
self es I was. Yit I never let on ter she th
that, that tiiar Whopper Jlloa’s kori
'mounted ter a hill of beans with me. -
"Wftl, hit Jest corn’d off erh.ng sM caimJ
grindb/tlme, that Jake Chancoyguv a sboot-
to’ match down yer to Possum -*" 0 *; hvl
a i*art chance of fat eaUVv snd ins said he
’lowed ter ante up two of -* fat critters cs had
ever licked salt on moon tin. Alter
tftAt,nU# wawft-wwer of lutin' ’nd greasin’
*nd scufflin' round done by ail of wo young
follers, a gittin’ randy fur that thar shoot.
"I sot out fttter wliile ter as't Kosamwr fer
her comp’ny, but while I was tryfn* ter git abet
of the boys down at the store. Who shed fetch
hissclf in but that thar pesky Jiles. When ho
saw me ft loomin’ off up the holler wliur Rosan-
ncrlived,beJi*tup’ndsaldI nee'n’tcr jester
myself, es she bad done peromeraed ter go wit> 4
"Wal, stranger, alter that X got mad-, 'nd
.. __ m tonnft
Attor that I felt os outdone, I novor went
near Rosanncr no more. I know’d she’d heara
erbout my gittin’ a whinpin’, and I ackolilllA
folt for tlio fust time liko givin* of lu r up.
JOiowin’ In reason she’d despiso mo for letttn'
of that ther* Woppcr Jiles git ahead of mo.”
"There was nsight of pcopio out ter tha*-
thar shoot in match, and erbout every gal on
Little 'nd Big Frog mountain. Rosanner, she
corn’d thar with .lllns, 'nd I sex ter myself*
Llzo,’ sex I, *ef that thar cuss beat? yon of a
■hootin' ter day, you’ll jest pointedly tiosarvr
the lickin’ lie put on you 'nd moro too.* ”
. 41 Wal, wo’uns all lot In ter shoot in’. Some
on us won a foro quarter 'nd soino on us a hind,
and finally wo began ter shoot off agin ouch
othor torseo who (1 git tlio hull half. Rosan*
nor, slio peared poworful taken np with hit all t
’ml larfed 'nd karried on in scch a survigrous
way, I jest kincludod slio was a putin on. But
I never lot on, nutiior did Whopper .Tiles.
Peared liko as both on us (lono better shoutin'
than itsliol, 'nd when wo'uns lied ail got tli’oc
ho lied ono beef 'nd mo tother one.”
"Sox ho tor mo, 'I’ll shout off agin you te»
son who gits 1m)1Ii on Vin.* Ho was good grit,
was tiiatgtiiar Jilos. Rosanner, slio larfod loud
er'nover. I never let on stranger, but Jist
hi tod in tor Bliootin’ In dead ycarnoss. Dum
mo of I could n't’vo shot tho pint off'n a noodle
that tlmr nltcmoon.
"Woll, I got both on them thar hoof critter^
’ml then that thar Jiles, ho got mad. IIit ouw
ed him masterly for mo ter git ahead of him
’n nil Big ’nd Llttlo Frog a lookin’ •
Kindly JCosaniKT. Hu up J’nd sez, sea
gin yor suthln ter shoot ut.* Thun ho eiepnoa
off ono hundred paces, ’an hilt up a dollar
’tween his fingor 'nd thumb. 'Now/sozhft.-
'shoot at that thar, of you’vo willin’ to givo ms
tho ftnmo show at you.
"In oouno I couldn't hack down, so I squar’d
my.m-lf and jest glimpsed at Ro -umier. Khft
was still n lutin’ and inkin’ on, tho’ tlio rest
of tlio gals was a soberin’ (town when they sued
wliatwnsup. Thou I throw.'d ono leg purty
well back and bro’t Old Rabo Inter line. Old
Hnbo air that thar rlflothnrovcrtholiro-board.
Whopper, ho brand hissclf. niul stood plum
stiddy cs a rock. Es I squinted long of Old
Rabo for tlio center of that thar dollar, that
thar hull crowd jest hill tlmr breaths.
"I lot drivo ’nd that tlmr dollar How out’n
Whopper Jilos’s lingers witli a liolo drove
*'lnm th'oo tlio middlo. Jiles, ho was mad*
ern'n over. I knowd that by tlio way lie
grabbed hit gun, es I sa'antored down ter take
myj>crsishuti. ‘Tulco hit easy, Whopper,’ saj
“Fn
"Yua
«I was a
ny pom
, ‘I don’t want tor git my fi
"Dadlmrn yor Angara!”
hold that thar dollar stiddy
X glimpsed at (((wanner agin, jost es I wai
gittin ready. Sjiu.wam’ta iarlln’ then, 'nd a
could sow os sho Wit* a cornin' higher. I nover
lot on. but j«Mt hilt out my hand, gritted my
teeth 'nd waitodfor Jiles to tike Ids stuot. Wai,
hen lie tuk it, I felt that thar dollar Hy oaten
my fingers. Then suthiu’ Kiting 'nil mv hand
folt dumb. 1 saw Mitldn red, 'nd then the
hull crowd 'gin tor dance up‘nd down, f heurn
Rosanner ’gin a scream, 'nd fust I know'd 1
didn’t know imtliin’. Rosanner slid io’d attor-
wards es she didn’t yell, but I’ve allays had
my opinyons on that thar subjcck.
" Wni, when I corn’d too, Rossancr was •
boldin’of my head xuro'miff. My head was
ast bodaslundy tied up, ’nd that tlmr Wonpet
"lies war. a Nluudln’ thar, the most skoerod ob-
„ 30k on this yor mountin'. KoMnniicr slio war
cry-in’ 'nd takin’ on right aforo the hull passel
cr 'em, 'ml 'lowin’ a lump of stuff slio a nor
wards said os slio didn’t mean. But I know’d
thou hit war iny turn, so I as’t hor In a wliis-
sez, ‘air hit ino or air hit ^
i aft
n iukui oil cruouw oiio iuw «. i.igo i.ma,
of you wor'nt a plum eglot you’d a kuow’d hit
wur yon all the tlmo.' ”
Mr. Link onco moro naused and wagged hi*
head Klowly as lie mnsticatcd Uhl tobacco, then
renamed:
“Women is master cur’ous crittura. Attor
while, when tlio timo coma round for to go
homo, that thero sauio Jiles, ho pucud up aud
as't if lio mout sco Rosan mu* homo. Ro8An-
nor, slio eyod him liko cs ho mout hav boon m
copperhead, 'nd slio 'lowed sho did, that
when rIio lmd ter liov hi.nramp'nyon that thar
mount in’; she'd do without airy comp’ny
at all.
"Wftl. Whopper ho pnt ont fttter that. ITft
lost pulled his freight for homo by hissclf.
VIo 'ml him didn’t pass 'nd renas? much alter
that, ontwoll ho married Cindy Rabin. Rosan*
knowd how t
ulirn ino, el
■nil iiuv, i- i iuivu in i iiimv, nit iiiiiii nit?, oi
wom't married in less than six months.”
Tlio rain had ceased and tlio agent prepared
logo. Mrs. Link camo in, took her scat by
the Arc, and inserting her swab into m dirty
* “ '’ her month With snuff.
, _ id Ills Imagination help
less. In tho o/rort to connect this;fudcd femalft
with the blooming mountain loss of Mr. Link’ff
deluded memory.
Tho sun hud returned to tlio ton of Great
Frog niniiiituiii, fending tlm Ja.st Hiillen streaks
of mist down tho lower gorges of tlio iflawas*
see. Iii tlio far cost, gray clouds wero floating
immovably behind tho frowning Nantalmias,
but tho broad valley.* h-tw on woro bathed in
•mUJght. Ovor tho western ranges a molten
glow dcHcendcd upon tlio green mountain
■lopogln a dazzling sheen, orystalizing tho
verduro of tho woods, now left dewy and tear
ful beneath tho anger of tho storm.
Tlio agent nxio down towards P sum Trot,
Llge going with him as far ns hU llttlo gr.'st
mill. When they rounded a thick fringe of
laurel near tlio ruins of tho old buildings, th*
report of ft rifle rang upon tlicir can.
“That thar’s Jab JUea's gun, I know,” ra»
marked Mr. Link. "IIo’s Whopper Jilo’s •
y’eldest boy, ’nd bo’s a scttln up ter my darter
Rosanner. Rosanner, sho looks jest lik*
Jcb placed t
hand?, and after muc!
vailed on her to Bhoot at tho j
shutting both eyes, polled .
with tlio report, screamed, dropped tlio gtn _ .
and whipped her apron over ber hfcad. Jeb,
taking advantage of the situation, folded bei
In hU arms and administered consolation iy
tlio good. Old orthodox fashion of lovers even**
where.
"I think,” said the agent, "that this second
match at 'Possum Trot lias been fairly won by
. .....
"Hit do look a leetlo that a wav,” replied
Mr. Link. "Frchaps stranger, we’d better gtl
inter the lower trail, yea, ana sorter dodge’era,"