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XIX. ATLANTA. GA., TUESDAY. AUGUST 9, 1887. PRICE FIVE 'CENTS.- mEfw op The Golden Dawn of Civilization's Fairer Day. Written for The Conititution. The son of the nineteenth century had icatcely risen above the log banks of supersti tion and old traditions. It was the dawn of the brightest of all the centuries that hare ever glorified the earth. The unbroken forests still covered the hills of the mid-country, stretch ing away on every hand until thoy met the purple horizon line that marks the limit of mortal vision. Tho earth was in its virgin imrity—an unsullied bride—welcoming with open anus the bridegroom, Civilization, who came bounding over the bills to claim bis own. It was scented Maytnne—the time of mating birds; of bursting buds, aud the unfolding of K leaves—the time of lov© and joy and ul promise. It was a good omen. Meet It was that this month, of all the twelve, should be chosen for the drawing up of a treaty of peace, and the exchanging of assurances of eternal amnesty and unfaltering friendship. Tho Ocmulgee fields were green and splash* ed with many a brilliant hue of blooming flow ers. The little lake fed by the crystal waters of New Hope spring, shone like a mirror un der a sky that resembled the mingled tints of the gorgeous pansy blossom. On its margin leafy oaks and rough coated elms roso upward, bowing and nodding to ev ery wayward breeze. Close down by tho wa ter’s edge, where the pond lillies grew, the yellow-green Williams trailed their drooping bouglis in the rippling wavelets. On a rising ground at a little distance from this fairy nook was a level plateau, with mossy 'banks around it. and the dolicate odor of •crushed violets filled it with perfume. Here the great men of tho Creeks, or “Red •Sticks," os they were frequently termed, as sembled to meet tho wise men sent by the Great Father at Washington to treat with them. The names of the one are lost in oblivion; tho names of the others will live os long as These were General James Wilkinson, Colo- Bua jviiuruw iivnuus, Ui ovuiu vwumm, ih high commissioners appointed bv the president of the United States to treat with tho cliiofs of tho Red Sticks. On May 25th these commissioners arrived in the vicinity of the town, and received a mess age of welcome from the chiefs, and a request that they wait till tho next day lor the grand and formal reception. Refreshed by restful slumber, the hardy com missioners, well accustomed to life in the for est, arose from their pallots of straw and ate their breakfast by the smoking embers of a campfire. This was tho only sort of hostolrle the land afforded them. At tho appointed hour next morning the commissioners advanced with slow and digni fied steps to tho meeting place. Formed on . tho plain that stretched away toward the river, the cliiofs and mighty men of all tho powelral tribes of Crooks from tho mountains to the Okecfenokoe, and from tho Oconee to tho rivers of Alabama, formed In procession, ar rayed in their holiday attire, with nodding plumes on their haughty heads and barbaric ornaments on thoir brawny limbs. . Each bore in hfs hand the plumes of on •agle, and assembled in a. hall circle wero a largo body of men and women of the tribes, 'Who joined in the wild music, to which they kept lively step aa they advanced toward tho white men. oitedeacL . , , plumes, and after the dance was concluded thoy pointed General Wilkinson to a seat es illy prepared for him, behind which they dug a pit and sot up a willow wand ped of its oark, boside it. These were the had dug ••tripped of its . r ,-=— 0 s .grave of hostility and the unsullied emblem of ■^Tfce head chief whose name was Efaw Hanjce, “Lord of the River/’ brought forward a boa* and arrows stained a brilliant scrimson, With the root of the golden bloomed dye flower, and broko them all in twain and cast them into the pit. Frosh earth was thrown upon the broken emblems of war and a doer skin dressed as soft as velvet and bleached as white as snow, was laid upon tho pit as a covering. • The chiefs then advanced, each bearing a White deer skin, with which the brows of tlieir Visitors were wiped, mid then tho skins were laid upou a log, on which tho chieftains seated -themselves. Then arose the Lord of the River and deliv ered his speech of welcome: “We come this flay while the sun is undimmed by clouds and the blue of the sky untarnished by a breath of mist, to meet our friends, our brothers, and •our fathers, to take them by tho hand, nnd welcome thorn to the wigwams of the Red •Sticks. It is ss our forefathers have done since time begun. We have dug a grave at the foot Of your great chief and therein have wo buried Gib sharp weapons of cruel war, which were placed in our hands in olden time, and which par fathers wielded to conquer our enemies. With soft, white skins of the doerhavo we ooshioned your scats that you might be highly honored among us. And now wo oiler you the crowning emblem, the pipe of peace." It was thus that the conVentien met, and thus it continued for forty days. The camp of the white men was kept well supplied with the fattest of shad, the juiciest venison all the best things that the land •afforded. The lot crop of com that the red men ever planted on the historic Ocmulgee fields was * I ?SgotiaUoS»M , T , ait import won being car- rled on among these representatives of two mighty races. The final result was the cession of all the rich territory lying between the Oconee and Ocmulgee, excepting a tract of land a league in width by two in length ex tending from the baso of the bills .along the. old Ocmulgee fields to the designated point. This waa bold to for the purpose of a trading ground, nnd also for the advantage of the fine ahad flailing in this pert of tho stream. The Creeks agreed that the white men should build a fort and establish a factory on the reserved *•«, Idea was due to Colonel Benjamin Hawkins's watchfulness, and it is to this inci dent the birth of the city of Macon may be attributed# No doubt when this worthy statesman and -diplomat reclined on his chair of state tho he wrote in his report in glowing terms, of the beautiea and facilities of this point, and its adaptability os the site of a factory and trading post. President Jefferson was taken with the idea, and the war department authorized Colonel Hawkins to select the site for the buildings. The site was already selected, and that lofty eminence, witli the broad, level plateau on its summit had probably been surveyed time and time again by his kindling vision. It is passing strange that he, the founder, the godfather, and the man for whom the post was named, never commanded or gov erned it, nor ever resided, except as a transient visitor, within its walls. His was a life of usefulness and dying he be queathed to posterity an honored name, and ~ long record of distinguished services. His early history is a little obeoure. He was a colonel in tho war of independence, and snoh wero his scrvices^liat he'enjoyed the friendship and confidence of General Washington. After tho war he was one of theeaTly senators elected to the United States congress from North Car olina. In 1785 he was a commisionor with Andrew Pickens, Joseph Martin and Lochlan McIn tosh, to treat with the Creek Indians, and the famous Golphinton treaty which made the Creek Indians citizens of the state of Georgia, was negotiated by him. gni he gazed on tile majestic hill that arose to the •north in primeval grandeur, he thought what • glorious site for a fortress which would com mand the passages of the hills and the fording place at the river, as well os the broad sweep of level lands at its base. • He peopled these fertile bottoms with •worthy slaves, toiling among fields of com and cotton, tobacco, rice and other products of civilized cultivation. On the hills beyond the river he erected funny »p castle, ond the homes of wealthy Disinters and the storehouses of princely mer- chanU lined the terr.v e-1 ike hills that rose so folly from the river. In his dreams be hear the faint echoes of the sonorous _ h bell or the clamor of schoobchihlreu at '/isdr«amshave n £cn fulfilled In e degree the Crooks under the control of the government, and these conflicting treaties caused President Washington to appoint Sen ator Hawkins, of North Carolina, Clvmcr, of Pennsylvania, and Pickens, of South Caro lina, to adjust matters. Such wore tho character of his able services that he was appointed agent for Indian affairs south of tho Ohio in 1801. His name figured in numerous treaties and negotiations after ward, and he seems to hare enjoyed the confi dence and good will of the red i much as the respect and esteem friends. After thirty years of active life on the fron tier, in 1810 lie resigned his position and re tired to his plantation at the Indian agency, on Flint river, whore he spent his few remain ing days in honored peace and quietude. On Juno 16, 1816, the founder of Macon passed away, leaving to his suocessors the task of completing what ho had begun. Unfortunately many of his most valuable papers, letters and manuscript notes were con sumed in the flames that destroyed his house at tho agency soon after. We have now corner to the point whero tho comer stone of the third great town that has arose and flourished on this historic ground was laid. Possibly it Is more than the third. Perhaps the mysterious mound builders had a groat and ~ inlous city horo. Who shall say ? But this lie third that the annals of history have pre served. Macon, Ge. 0 _ Saw a Huge Meteor Fall. From the Galt, Cal, Gazette. Dr. T. V. Goodspcod, a resident practitioner of this place, reports that on.yesterday morning about2 o'clock, as ho was returning home from a sick call In tho country, lio wltncs ol ono of the strangest phenomenal sights ever witnessed here. About a mile and a half mmiIIi of Galt lie witnessed the All of a huge meteor. Tho transient luminous body dropped from above like a streak of lighting. Bo rapid was tho fall that the doctor was flnnblo to locato tho direction or course of tho me teor. Ho says that tho very earth trembled when tho strange body lighted on terra Anna. Tho meteor shot into a large slough on tho ranch of J. B Furnish. Tho doctor was scarcely a quarter ofamilo distant. Hoi was driving down the hill directly touth of the slough. "It was a grand sight," tho doctor says, '‘although almost Instantaneous." Tho water splaslioda hundred fret high, aud when tho spray had cleared away the slough seemed to bubble and sizzle as if a quntlty of molten metal had been poured into it. A quantity of steam or vapor waa produced that befogged tho slough. The morning was very bright, however, and the doctor says: "Aftorthe slough cleared off a little 1 could perceive a yellowish vapor emitting from the wator where tho meteor fell. The wind waa blowli toward me, and smelled as If imprognati with somo foreign substance, sot unlike the smell of sulphur, and was very disagreeable." Many pooplc, curious to see the aerolite, have via* ltod tho slough. Tho meteoric stone lies about in the center of tho pond, and from Its position wo should think that it was shot in from a northeaster ly direction. About six fret of the stone Is visible above the water. It la Impossible to estimate the size of it on account of the marshy nature of tho slough. It looks as if It were wedge shape, about 100 feet wide, and there is no telling Its length. The part of the ncrollto visible above water is of a dark gray- It h color, with a scaly, uneven surfree. In the water in the slough noar tho stono is to be seen a brownish-blue scum, often noticed in certain mineral springs. Tho slough was literally alive with catfish, but they were all killed and are now to be seen by tho thousands floating in tho water, and upon ex amination thoy wore found to be parboiled. The water in t >c slough mint have attained a boiling temperature, judging from the condltlou of the dead Ash. Xar beyond hia wildest imaginings. hostilities k 00 enthusiastic did tho Pioneer become that [ was over. THE TERMS GRANT GATE. In tbe August Century is printed for the first time a letter by General Grant on the above topic, from which tiie following is an extract: Genoral Pemberton, being a northern man commanding a southern army, was not at the satno liberty to surrender an army that a man of southern birth would be. In adversity or defeat he bccamo an object of auspiclon. and felt it. Bowen was a southern man all over, and knew the garrison at Vicksburg had to surrender or be captured, and know it was best to stop further effusion of blood by sur rendering. He did all he could to bring about tliat result. Pemberton is mistaken in several points. It was Bowcu that proposed that he and A. J. Smith should talk over tho matter of the sur render and submit their views. Neither Pem berton nor I objected; but we were not willing to commit ourselves to accepting such terms as they might propose. In a short time those officers rAuroud. Bowen acted os a spokes man. What he said was substantial ly this: The confederate army was to be permitted to march out with the honors of war, carrying with them their arms, colors and field batteries. The national troopa were then to march in and occupy the city, and retain the siege guns, small * in the hands of tbe men, ail public remaining. Of course I rejected the once. I did agree, however, before we sepa rated, to write Pemberton what terms I would give. The correspondence is public and speaks for itself. I held no council of war. Hostilities haring ceased, officers and men soon became acquainted with the reason why. Curiosity led officers of rank—most all the gen eral officers—to visit my headquarters with the hope of getting some news. I talked with them renr freely about the meeting between General Pemberton and myself, our corres pondence, etc. But in nosense was it a coun cil of war. I was very glad to give the garri son of Vicksburg the terms I did. There was a cartel in existence at that time which required either party to ex change or parole all prisoners either at Vicks burg or at a point on the James river within ten days after capture, or aa soon thereafter as practicable. This would have used all the transportation {re had for a month. The men had behaved so well that I did not want to humiliate them. I believed that consideration for their feelings would make them less dangerous foes (luring the continuance of bostlli *" * BY WALLCE P. REED. For Tbe Constitution. We were lost in the heart of Costa Rica t There were six of us in the party, all young fellows with little or no experience, and when wo realized our situation wo were in despair. When we started out from the coast it seem ed to us that it would be a regular ftolio to , spend a couple of weeks among the mountains In the interior. At the end of that time the brig Pacific would bo ready to depart, and’ we could then resume our journey to San Ftan- cisco. Tho captain of the vessel endeavored to dis suade us. “Tho nativos are not likely to bother yon,” he said, “but very little is known of tho coun try beyond the mountains. Strange taleshavo reached my ears, and although I am os fond of adventure as anybody, the trip would not suit Wo were well “It is all right," I told the captain, “with proper caution there will be no danger. Wo may moke valuable discoveries and become famous as explorers. It is time to unveil tho secrets of this wonderful laud, and it is non sense to be frightened off by a few sailors' ^Tho captain shook his head and said no more. Wo completed our preparations for the trip, and early one morning started off in the highest spirits. When the discovery was made, after wo had been camping out for about a week, that we had lost our way it appeared to muddloour heads. . . Various attempts wore made tohend towards tho coast, but in every instance we wero com pelled to return disheartened and uncertain as to our course. Tho few natives encountered in our wander ings wero unlike those along the soaboard. They wero light colored, handsome and active, and flod at our approach, refusing to hold any communication with us. . Ono evening we camped on the borders of a lovely lako under the shadow of a frowning mountain. . “There is somotlring queer about that moun tain," remarked Walpole, the only sailor in ueerV’ I replied captiously. “Everything is queer in this peculiar land. What is it about the mountain that strikes you?" “While I have been resting here," said Walpolo, who was lazily reclining on the grass, “I have been using my eyes. The mountain is as steop on this side as tho face of a stono wall. If it Is that way all around the top must bo inaccessible." ■ “Well," I answered, “who wants to climb to "I do, for one," responded Walpole. “Tho luminous cloud or vapor around tho summit and reaching down the sides is a straugo thing. Just watch it for a moment." Hooked upward at tho precipitous rock. Tho cloud was stationary, and Mkod ro like steam than anything else. « Occasionally," said my companion, • birds fly out of tho cloud, and after circlini about for nwhilo they always return. Tncn, if my cars do not deceive mo, nnd thoy are keen ones, I chn distinguish various voices all coming from the direction of the cloud." “Why, man, you are losing your senses," I interrupted. * * T If the summit is inaccessible what can there bo up there to mako a noise?" “Birds at least/ 1 said the sailor with a smile, “I can swear to seeing tho birds. I don’t know what olso maybe up there, but several times in tho last half hour I havo heard the clang of metal, and tho sound of human voices." “Ho is right," said Hinton, another mem ber of our party, “I havo hoard the saino sounds, but I didn’t like to mention it." “Why not explore a little?" I suggested in* differently. . To my surprise everybody agreed. The men were tired roving about aimlessly with disap pointment at every turn. They were ready for —^ (or a change. _ morning two men started in one di rection around the base of the mountain, wliilo two went in the other. Their plan was to pro ceed until they met, and then return'together. I remained with one man at the camp. Qth* era might Investigate Mount Mystery, as we lied it, but I foil too fatigued for such a /alpole reached tho edge of the white cloud or mist. Alto “ * wo lost sight of him. How far was he from the summit after he entered the cloud? Would he be able to pro ceed? Would ho return alive? We asked each other these questions as wo wafted for the result. It wns perhaps an hour after we had lost sight ogWalpolo that we heard a cracking, grinding noise. We looked at the mountain, and toouruu* uttornble horror saw great fragments of gran ite falling over the mountain side, carrying with them tho the last vestigo of the steps by which our poor friend had ascended I Tho debris rattled down into the lake, leav ing the wall perfectly upright and evou, with- “■ ~ ' jtion to which anyone P ^Vo spent one moro night of anxiety aiul •uspeiuo at tho foot of Mount Mystery. Thor, was absolutely no hop. of ever scolng our lost companion again, but ire could not tear ourselves from the place. For the last time that night iro heard the ringing songs and the triumphant music In the cloud. It scorned wilder, louder, more oxalt- tuit than before. "They are rejoicing,” said Hinton, “over the capture or death of Walpolo.” I did not doubt it. It was not likely that theoa strange dwellers In the air would spare ono from the earth bolow who found his way Into tlithr midst. Thotmnult on tho mountain lasted until daybreak. Thera was nothing to bo gained by delaying out departure, and It was with a sense of relief that wo marchodoff, hoping this time to retch tho coast. It would be tiresome to relato tho story of our trials. Wo made our way to tho llttlo port where tho brig awaited us, and told the cap tain all about the treglo adventure at Mount dreaded something of the kind,” said (he old man. “Da you know that the mountain lias figured in onr sea stories for moro than a century? I do not belioTe in anything super natural, but I hollars that it any explorers ever reach tho top of Mount Mystory they will find a tribe of peoplo who with their ances tors have been cat oil from tho rest of the world for hundreds of years. As for poor Walpole it does not matter whether ho Is liv ing or dead. Ho Is dead to tho world. Ho will nover get out of that big white cloud and find his way down to the plains below.” So wo called away in tlio Paolfio, and from that day to this I have never hesrd fort. During the day we lounged abont and 'ouit-' ’ -■ *“ watehe?tlie cloul-wrappcd phenomenon bo- foro as. Mora than once I heard a clatter ap parently In the upper air, and once or twlco I was tare that 1 heard voices. Evidently Mount Mystory was a good name for this freak of uaturo. Into in the afternoon onr comrades returned. Thoy bad walked all day, covering many miles, and they had learned nothing oxcept that the mountain presented tho same perpen dicular wall-ilko appearance all the way around. * ■At one place,” said Hinton, “we saw a tol- _ __ rock. So there Is water u| there, and It may bo that the whole surface productive and Inhabited.” “Vou forget,” I objected, “that it Is Impo ible for any living thing impoM oxcept a bird to got ‘Of courso I don’t attempt to explain it,” jd Walpole, “but it is possible that ages ago the mountain sloped down, at least on one side. Ulitfes, and better citizens after tbe war up there. “Of co said Walpole, the mountain » .. An carthqnake or landslip may havo left It In " present condition, with a wholo tribo of ..jple stranded there among tho clouds. I oa\ say that is so, but that msy he the way of it.” , Eight canto upon us again, and ws were glad to rest. "What Is that? 1 Hinton was standing over me pointing to the mountain. I was wide awoke In a mo ment and listened intently. High above the earth I heard voices singing what seemed to be a barbaric chant. Mingled with the voices I could hear the clash and sonorous peal of musical Instruments. “Wliat do yoa say now?” asked Walpole, coming up. Every man in tho camp was awakened, and wo spent tlio greater part of tho night listening to the marvellous concert in the clouds. The dawn of day found us looking at each other with pale faces and anxious eyes. “Shall we break camp and movor’ I asked. “Yes, tomorrow,” replied Walpole. “Give mo one more day. I have found out some thing this morning that may lead to a great discovery. Down there by the lako there is what appears to be a streakof moss running in azig rag fashion np the mountain. Well, that moss fringes and partially conceals some- like a rough hewn, or perhaps a natural of narrow steps winding around up the tain. I am confident tliat a sailor like my self could manage to ascend a considerable dis tance, and I am going to try it.” We raised a unanimous protest, but Wal polo was obstinate. "I will take off my shoe.,” he .aid, “and by crawling on my handa and knees, and hugging the face of the rock it will be aafe.” Thera was no way of talking him out of the notion, and aa he could climb like a cat we fin ally agreed to let him try it. It waa slow work after the brave fellow had got fairly alerted and we watched him In breath lent suspense. He crawled at a snail- like pace, never looking down, bat keeping hi* eye. fixed oa tome point above. Two or three of the men made a terrible effort to follow him, bat woo bed to retrace their step*. The pathway woe so uar- JEM HASTINGS’ DUCK. I From the Alta Californio. An antiquated Individual, droned In oxcood- ingly shabby clothes, and with a gray lilrsult appendage tohtschin that would have made an ambitious boat of tho nmlo persuasion foci de cidedly onvlous, nml.ledinto the rooms of the state mining bureau yesterday. It.. Immediate ly began io inspect tho varieties of ores ana ndnoraJi on exhibition there as If lie was an officer regularly appointed by tho stato for that purpose. His ndvont upon tho scone was soon made apparent by a series of guttural sound! which he omitted at Intervals of fire seconds, At last thoso sounds culminated In a prolonged j “Howlin’ snakes!” He nos standing before some particularly] fino specimens of gold quarts. “Is'pueothey call-that gold,” he snorted, addressing a mock little man who stood beside him. Tho meek little man nodded assent. . I "Wagh,” with another snort, tilts tlraoIndi cative of disgust. “O'they call them speci mens el '49? Bay, I don't reckon you wetej man, thoughtfully. “Of eonrse you never knowed Jem Hosi then; me aud hi. Talk of gold. bV them ere chunks i meek me aud him rail tba bar In the early Sue. .1 gold. Why we wouldn't troublo 'bout are chunks of gildod rock. Wo lied the lump# of solid metal Khlg os your hand. Where d'yo e'nose our mlno was?” "Give It up,” was the laconic reply. "Bight In the middle of Mudlien lake, and •twos tur'ble deep down, too." Tire mock little man began to show signs of interest, and Inquired how thoy got tho aurt- loygot t __ /depths. the anefont ono with a whar our genius came In. "Ah,” pursued mckle, "that’s whar our cenlu You SCO, Jeff owned, big duck. It's name was Buster. We discovered tbe mine In this way. OaedayBasterwaedlvbig and havln'aroyal time In the water, and after lie had been sport in'about this way for'bout an lionr, woseo'd lilmawlmmln’ to shore with somethin' shiny In his beak. Cuss mo If 'twasn’t a nugget of gold 'Bab,' says Jem, 'onr fortnuo's made.’ He took Buster and petted him and gave him a solid meal of cold grub. Wal, that kinder encour aged tlio bird, and soon as he hed stuffed him self, Blister Jest went out on that ere lake agin and begun diving end bringlu' up tho gold at a great rate. Ye kin Jest hang me with a pick- handle If Boater in tlio course of the next two hours didn’t work like a Digger Injun wheu ho gets » flask of whisky, and pile up a reg'lar heap of llttlo nnggets on tho shore. Then he got kinder tired, and we took and the gold to the tent. Wal,” con- .„.„cil tho ancient narrator, taking a deep breath, “wo worked Buster for two days, and yer had hotter b'lleve tliat we had a goodlah sight of gold. Moro’n twenty-five pounds, I I guess. Then on ijeo struck Jem. Uccon- liuled that there were bigger nnggets at tbe ottom of tbe lake whleh Buster couldn't ban- die. Bo we rigged np a new scheme. We threw a big sack Into the lako with a rock In it, to that It would sink, and with a rope tied to the top of It. Fuat we showed It to Buster, anil he quacked as If he knowed Just what It for, and when we threw it Into the lake __ _ :er followed. He was ont of sight in a minute, and stayed under a long time. Next we seed him poko bis boad np for a minute, as If to breatbo, and then go down agin. ‘He's Ailin' up ths sack, sure, says Jem. In'bout nti hour Buster swam ashore, and cocked his caught in an undercurrent, or somethin’, end was drowned, Buster was tiltin' on the shore watchin' proceedings, an’ when he seed Jem ! o under he Jesgave one agonisin' qneck end limped in too. He ect'elly committed suicide or love of Jem. I couldn't get the hag ashore, so I cut tlio rope off short. I left with what gold was In the tent, but I lost It In unfortu nate speculation. Now, what I propose la this: I know the location of that ’ere lake, end if I could get tome capitalist, like yoa, for in stance”—* "Say,” cried the little man, Indignation get- ting the better of his habitual meekness, "did you ever hear of Ananias?" “Annie Nice?” said the “toogh” customer, thoughtfully; "she monglit have lived over In I'oorJShoat's camp, bat I’m danged If there was a petticoat of that name onr way.” "Here” cried the diminutive man, again, take this quarter and go and buy a pamphlet edition of Baron Munchausen.” “Tkouter,” mattered the other, accepting the Silver! •that will do toward organizing an exploring'pany. But leutme tell you some thin’ ’boat the childhood day* of Jem edack.” Bat the little man had vanished, and the self-styled relic of the deported days of gold lost no time in following his example. piI^SJ /IJfD C/ISJ. By Surge. Written for The Constitution. “I remember mighty well,” iwid old man Plunkot, “tlio first confedomte soldier that was over buried In Georgia soil and, from all I’ve been able to find out, I know the last, Tho old man fixed Ills chair at his favorite place in tho comer, ond continued “Folks stirred erround llko they war or fixing for er big campmoeting frolic when the boys first begun to volunteer and go erway, and there warnt no man bat wlmt was loaded down so with clothos and bed quilts and blankets bnt what it took holp to git ’em on the train. They lamed better titan that tliongh ’fore it was through with, tor it got so pretty soon that all or fellow wanted was the smallest blanket he oould git er hold of ■ and er little old frying pau.” Tho old man asked for a match, lit Ills pipe, and thon proceeded: “I went to Griffin to see some of my nabors off eriong Just after secession had took placo, and thorwas as fino or looking company of nion at tho depot as you ever looked at, and I just stood erronnd and gazed at ’em and thought I’d like to bo young and supple my self, so I could go, and I felt real sorry for tho ynnkees; for I thought they’d be cleaned from the face of tho earth. “Thar was one man In the oompany of sol- diors what I kuowed’and I knowed his wife, for he had moved out on Flynt river from Griffin jost erbont or year before tliat, and had got startod np and waa er doing woll, and I likod him, aud ovorybody in the settlement liked him; but nothing would do but what ho must go aud take er hand In cleauing out tlio yankoce, and all h(s little wifo could say to him couldn't persuddo him outon it. Ho’d Betty, I’ll be back all right In sixty day., anil that will ho time omotigh to gather the crop, and yon can auo to things that long.’ "I’oor Frank 1 ho didn't know what ho was ' talking erbout, and he didn’t know nothing erbont wliat war was, and nono er tho net of us didn’t r but that little wife of Frank’,, she dang to tils arm and leaned her head agin him and crintl. Just llko something told hot It war gwlne to bo worso than wo all thought it was, anil Frank lio'd jnst put hia hand undor her chin and mako her hold up her Itoud, and say: ” ‘Now, don't cry, Betty; I'll ho hack In or fow days.’ "And tho train como np and It lookod llko that little woman's heart would break, but Frank he Just grabbed her up In Ills arms and kissed her and jumped er board tlio train and waa off. "Frank’, llttlo wlfo went on back to tlieir homo on tho river, and iho attended to tilings in the day, Mining erround and humming little songs, doing pretty woll, but just as noon as night como on and tho whippoorwills begin to sing erround slic'd fasten up tho doors aud ' tharaudeqperwhlloaml knit crwhllo h cry ergln,till ulgli on to.cvn-ynlght I _____ burn up er huff er load of llgbtwood kuols 'fore she’d go to sleep. "One ovoiilng I went over to 'Bqufro Adams's to get thehiail, and Iflflle I was setting In tho . ’ - fow won], up drlv a fellow In us whar Frank lived "we oxpeoted ’em to confiscate everything w» had—land, niggers nnd all—and thoy could e, done It just after the surrender and tho, wouldn’t er been ec tiling straugo thought of It. Fellows went orbout er.talklng In er whls- per under hhllng orronnd, till, tine day It got lurratoj erround that Ben Hill war ergwfii* S mnko er bigspeech In Atlanta, and tharwat Hows what walked forty miles to git up that and hear what he would say erbont things. I went, but I war scared, for Atlanta war full of yankeeo, and I didn't know what the fool things war gwlno to do. “Ben Hill got np tmd started off with hU speech, and tlio raid chills fairly run up and down my backbone for- erwliile, and we'd squint our oyes erround at the yanks to tee how they war taking It. and then we’d look at old Ben, and tliar waru't nothing erbout him that looked sedrey, to, the first thing you knowod. follows begin to smile erronnd,and tharhadn't been no smiling In er good whilo in thl, country, and tho yanks didn't seem to git mad, aud pretty soon some er the fellows cheered et llttlo anil kept one eye on the yanks, till pretty soen old Bon Hill got warmed up, and he lit In and it wnni't no time 'fore we didn't care er dafn whether the ytnkeee liked It er nqt, and we hain’t cared much erbout yankce* since; but tbar's no doubt erbout 'em having us down Just after the surrender, and It wara'i nothing else In tho srorid but tlint tliar con script law that hacked us. I did hate officers.” 1 hate conscript porch pawing or fow wh or enrriago, and ho axed I told him I was orliout ready to go homo, and that I wont right by Frank's liouso. I got In tho osrrisgo with him and we started off, when ho told mo that ho was on or sad errand, " " bo; '"Frank's dead!’ “ ‘Jornsalom I’ said I; 'yon don’t say '"Yes,’ said tho follow. 'Ho was kll . ... Pensacola last night and will bo brought to QrilHn today, and I'ye come out to get lils wife and let her know It.’ “We drive on np the lane and we soon got to where sre could see Frank’s honse, and out In er little patch of cotton erround tlio liouso wo wed his little wife er picking cotton. She jnst picked cotton erronnd tho house to keep busy and to keen from thinking erbont Frank. "She he'rd the oarriago when It ran orcross the pole bridge 111 the lane, and she straight ened np and pnt her hand over lior] eyes and looked at ns, trying to toll who wo war, bat wo drive In tlio gate and right up toward her before oho knowed who wo war, and then when •he recognized the fellow tho begin to smile anil yon oould see hor white tooth as wo drive on up, and tho hold on to the cotton in her apron and come meeting us, end she 'lowed; “ ‘Well, woll, who would he' thought of w you out hero I' The fellow turned is white ae er sheet and •he noticed ft, and alio axed him what was the matter, and then It seemed to strike her that somethin’ was wrong, and gho dropped the cotton oaten hor apron and ran np cleee to the fellow and he had to tell her, and if tho look •ho gave is she fell hack wam't the eaddest I ever seed iny name’s not Plunket. ...••a. “Tho burial took place In Griffin. I was thar, Thoy brought tho corpse In on thetrain— the engine was draped In crape—everything drooped in monmlug. Tho atroele were — of carriage, and hugi ■Ion moved off under the , . — inarch, and the young military reversed arms, and everybody uncovered their heads as the heau '* ' * " * “* to dh hat would not have given him up for all the orldt e e e e e e e “It was In 1801 when I seed Frank hurled," continued old man Plunket, after a pause. “In 1H8SI went to Griffin, end I had got erqnalnted with a young Toxlan by the name of Archie, who liad been In the hospital thar for eomt time and was still thsr when the yankecs took posMSsion, end wam't able to go to hts home. The doctors sll told Mm ho most hsvs sn operation performed or dlo, end thst the chances were that hs’d die anyhow. Ths ynnkees then hail taken possession of every thing that had belonged to tbe confederate government, but the’r doctors Joined In with some of our doctors to do srkst they oould for this young ToxISn. Tbe operation was begun, ' tut fie was dead before It wee over with end was tamed over to er ssrgeent to be buried. One wagon carried the remains to the burial AS HE HAD LIVED. M. Quart in Detroit Fret Prcat. Day has finally brokon, aud there is a roddeiF ing of tbe eastern sky. Tho faint flashos deep* on; thopurpli! fades to gold; tho gold turns ta fire, and thetopmost rim of the sun rises from the plain and burnishes tlio crags nnd poaks of tho Powder river mountains ns. if preparing them for tomples of worship. Five minutes latter and a great continent U boamed upon by tlio full sun of a gloriou/ morning in Indian summer. You hava soon a grand old horse—almost blind—almost ready to die from old age, rise from his grassy bod of a summer morning? Tho mom soomd to put now life Into him. There is a fire in his eyes as bo flings bis hoad •bout and snuffs at tho sunshine, nnd for the moment ho is young and strong again. So on this mom, from his cump in tlio foot hills, rises a grand old men, and, ns ho draws himself up to his full bight and faces tho glo* rious east, his eyes grow bright, Ids muscles quiver, and tho strength comes back to every limb. But it is not for long. Tho sun is scarce ly a foot abovo tlio plain when tlio tall form stoops, tlio limbs bogin to weakon, niuljho fire dies out of tlio oyes and is replaced by a dull stare. It Is tlio wreck of a man—a mighty liuntei and fighter. These plains and mountains and valleys have been his home for a score of years. Face—chest—limbs—ovorywliero about him, are scars of wounds doalt by sarago or beast. The going down of tbe sun has found him alone j U VJ jifru dawn of day lias found him solitary. Iireak man's heart and he turns fnNB tlio world an! bates vice nnd virtuo alike* ■ Ho is old and his strength bos waned. Peatk lias boon long In coming, but it has dawned nigh at last. Tlio chill of death drivos some men back to tlio world, to die with tender hands about thorn. Olliers defy the grim mon ster to tho last, aud thoy die alone, unwept uncared for. “It is my last day on earth!" So says ths grand old man as ho niowly turns on his lieol to look.about him. Tho vision that could once discern amoving buffalo half a score of miles aw ay can now scarcely make out tho rnceod trees across tho littlo valley. Tho arms which could havo onco lifted tho most powerful war rior high in air for a dash to duath, can now scarcely bring tlio rifle to an aim. Ho lias run Ids race and his timo has como. Tho sun climbs up nnd up, and tlie day bursts forth into full strength. Tho mountains stand oat with such rttggodiiese and grandness as nover Wore. Tho valleys and tho liillsideW nover held tlio suushino as today. Nature Is U giro the old man a grand funeral. And the sun climos higher, and it is midday. And how should ho die—ono whoso summers and winters—whose months and years—havs becu passed In tho sunslilno of tlio storils plains—In tlio shadows of tlio rugged moan* tains—with the growl of tho grizzly and ths shout of the red warrior in his ears? Inth| dreams of the stage mon dio as thoy hare lived; why not in real life? , Tho old man is ready. Rifle in hand—fail grizzly locks half hidden by bis fur cap—bl| strength coming book as if he bad been born again, ho scats liimsolf upon • great rock and scans the winding valley at bis feet. God give! him back his sight once more, and no creeping thing escapes Ills vision. To the right all il well. To the loft—wait! He half rises fort bettor look. Enemies—warriors! Have they got the word that today !s the old man’s last Jay on earth, and are thoy to sit la front and applaud as tho curtain goes down? It is well. That long rifle has sent morothaq one warrior to his death. Thst great frame. - now rapidly westing, bears Ibo scar of bullet end tomahawk end knife. A dozen werriore—ft war party bent on rapine and murder—como galloping swiftly up the velley. The old fighter growrsyoung in years es ho watches the advance. The thrill of ex* cltemont brings tlio blood to his cheek—the whisper of danger strings ever nerve. Fata has been kind to h!m;ulie has L red so shall he die. Would you have tlio berr of a score of battles die in his bed, alone and unseen, or in front of his foes, fighting gallantly to ths last, and hi* death applauded even by those who •lew him? Alii thoy have caught ilglit ol him. The B ant figure outlined against the iky i» a fain- ir one. It has boon feared for its strength, listed for the destruction It has wrought. Ks- oape is out off to the right—to the left—in front. Tho background la rugged hillside, on which tho warriors are more at homo than the .... ThorT., the grave end threw tlie dirt upon him. Not* tear was shed, not a funeral note, but e rough pern his ■ bit pistol, h« Texlsn's grave, seyliig: “All honor to the dead confederate I” • •••••• “Whatever Plunket telle you jroo can de ni on,” said old man Brown, aa he moved _ chair around to say a word himself. , "Thor wer er let. er difference ’twlxt the g end the end of this war. If er ./list didn’t wear no stripes on III* shoulders got any glory oaten this war it war eriong at first, for tow'nte the end er private soldier didn't ermonnt to mneh. Thu here conscript lew did the whole matter of patriot ism up. Tliar waru't no InthtuUsm after that conscript business come In, and I can tell yoa privately that everybody erround here war Vipped long before the soldiers In the field ,_il down their arms, and there here v«y stump speeken what's been erround since the war WX are badly whipped re anybody elre, end thsr is not er man In the eouthem confederacy bnt whet knows we've been treated better by there ben yxnkeee then w. expected." “I know all erbont it,” continued Brawn; Make reedy now! The drama of life is neat . J close. The life and strength which excite, ment bioaght are beginning to die away. Theit — - ■ -* r - bH oar.; there U a Uni shout, come faintly before hlx eyre; the hands which hold the ride ' with wcaltni M. Death is sweeping up ,.»m— da. Ill M le with a swift from tho valley in Us war nj creeping down from the blllsldi stepbut invisslble form. And now tho shouts of tlie warriors are nearer and louder, and their rlfics are blazing death at the hunter, and he turns his ftce to Leaven end ttlcaihi; “A few lost seconds ofMrragth and sight and I a*n ready to go!” They eregfren him. HU ere. clou-hit form grows erect—ho la the grand old fighte* once more. Dp comes the riflo-up-up-hls eye covers the ilghre-the wrepoo U held <es firm re a reek, end when tlie red flame leap* oat .chief fling* up hi* arm* and utters hi. d< The drama ha* ended, and the curtain ha* gone down. The warriora creep nearer jnd nearer. They wonder and are my*tllied. They finally reach the rock to find tbe old man lying dead, hie tu* upturned to the aun, whore rUlag will ere Urn no more. There le no blood-no wound. They gather about him like children wut e mystery, end they wbliper to each her: “It wo* not for n* to *lsy l lm. Tlie Orest Spirit gave him Us 111*, and the Great Spirit took it away I”