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VOLUME IX. DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY MAY. 11188?. NUMBER 45. Professional Cards. DR. W. C. GIBSON, Macon, Georgia. . 36 1*2 COTTON AVENUE. Trent* diseases of the Eye, Ear, Throat. Nose, and Skin diseases. [mar 80 ly Dr. P. M. JOHNSON, PRACTITIONER, Lovett. * • Georgia. QA1.L8 ATTENDED TO AT ALL hours, Day and Night. mch85 tf. Or. J. L. LINDER [SIX MILS MOIITH OF DUBLIN.] OFFERS his services to the public at large. Calls promptly attended to, day or uigut. Office at residence, aug 20, ’84 ly. . • ~ CHARLES HICKS, M . D., PRACTITIONER. Dublin, Georgia. ]e20. y DR. C. F. GREEN, PRACTITIONER. Dublin, - Georgia. •"'i ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL hours. Obstetrics a specialty. Offioe Residence T. L. CRINER, ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Dublin - Georgia. may 31 tf. ~ * FELDER & SANDERS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Dublin, Georgia. Will-practice in the courts of tbs Oco nee, Ocm'ulgee and . Middle circuits, and the Supreme court of Georgia, and else where by special contract. Will negotiate loans on Improved farm ing lands, b. 8th, 885.-Cm. • The LI YERT STABLE IS NOW KEPT FOR THE ACCOMMODATION OF THE PUBLIC. When wanting accommodation in tills line call on me. W. J. HIGHTOWER, Nov. 24,’86; Dublin, Georgia. -—t;(°)s— - KINCIIEN & HARRIS, ■ MACOJT, GEORGIA, . Are Manufacturers of FIRST-CLASS BRICK and their prices compete with any manufacturers’ in this part of the country. -§(o)§— Be sure and give them your orders and receive satisfaction in both, price and the quality of. the Brick furnished. For further particulars apply to us Or D. S. BLACKSHEAR, mar2 tf. Dublin, Ga. G. HIRSCHMAN IBJSTOW WITH- n & Lehman 'A VANN A If. - GEORGIA. Remember you can get Dublin Post und tho Savannah Weekly News one year for only itl.'ib. SPRING POETRY. Written for the Dublin Post. When e’er the ceaseless stroke of Time’s fast wing Speeds on the Earth within the scope of spring, All vegetation feels th’inspiring breath Which wakes it from its cold and wintry death. The grass, tho weeds, and trees, strive to attain Their growth, ere frost shall come when they are slain; And being killed they are iu strict sense ■ dead— ■ /• ,.r - Dead as a lump or ball of ltfeles lead— But in the spring the living woods ap pear To love, to feel, and in some sense to hear. So plain a symbol of our resurection, That it escapes no thinking man’s detection Tlien’tis no figurative speech, to say. That winter’s death and spring is life's array, I feel, my love for flowers they discern And pay me back their love in proper turn. They seem rejoicing in their guileless mirth, And blessing spring, which gave their beauty birth; And when burst out of bounds my soar ing soul, ’ And loves their innocence beyond control, I’m sure, there is a soul in every tree Of flowers, which keeps my soul company. They offer perches to the feathery tribe, Whose songs are praises, and are void of gibe Their lovliness and beauty can defy All critieisms from the stoic’s eye. When they enjoy the music of the dove, The poet's homage, and the ladies’ love. Wheue’er the dove pours forth his moun- ful cry, The waiving branches pity with a sigh. They feel the culture of the female hand, Ana through their gratitude perfume the land. They hear and hced' the voice of spring’s command, And instantly grow beautiful and bland. Fcr all the vegetables this is true; Now, for the animals what does spring do? The insects buzz; the birds chirp in the . etttfe, ■ . ■ . . And, pairing.off, quit going In a drove; Tho gander grows Quixotic, und he prates Of his own-valor, which he over rates; A thousand lies he tells to his good spouse, Of how lie loves her in her grizzly biowse, And, how he whipped another gander well, When true it was that gander made him yell; The old bull belowson the verdant hill; Tho plowmun whistles to his lazy plow! The milk-maid listens for the old bell cow; And, our old disappointments thrown aside, On brighter hopes we now hegin to ride; As when old leaves are shed from off the tress, The new ones tremble to the pas ing breeze. Tis said that rising sap effects this change In vegetables; then’twould not be stiange If I should claim, sap corns up into me too. Which makes mo love the song of tho mosquito, The chirp of birds, and faces of the girls, And sonnetize new eyes and lovely curls. But while I yew the new ones with some glee, Yet from tho old, l am not wholly free. On them, at intorva’s, I sadly dwell, As loth to take my long and last farewell. One time when ’twas determined in my mind, To face the future; leaving 'all behind, I wrote a paraphrase from old Lord By ron Who sometimes claimed his heart wit haid as iron, And that no woman e’er could make it flu:ter; But all the wliilo it was as soft as butter. I quote the paraphrase as I now dash on, Although tis written in. Spencerian fashion, And does not suit this rhyming which I do; But then the metre still is kept in view Is thy-heart still wayward, and thou still wild. Lucy I, Solo darling of my wounded heart! When last I saw thine houest eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, not as now we part. But with a hope—awaking with a start— The spring heaves up before me, and the otter Perhaps has caught the fish which did de part. From me; but just as good fish in the wa ter Remain, as that one caughtSome neigh bor s daughter. [to be continued in our next issue] TWO INDIAN CAPTIVE#. Herbert Leslie rode slowly along the trail in Northern Ghihuahuu, Mexico, tired out. Ho lmd boon in the saddle since half-past five that morning, and it was then near six in the afternoon. His mule jogged along with head hang down, her ears slowly flapping back and for ward us though fanning herself. Man and beast were equally tired out. He had came to Mexico to ex- amine a great silver miua for a com pany in St. Louis, and lie was now on his way to the place. The coun try through which ho was riding was of tlie wildest possible description. Tho mountains on all sides roso bleak and bare from the narrow valley through which the trail ran; tho solo vegetation was the cue’us, the agave, und that curious blush, the grease wood, Beyond uu occasional coyote slinking away out of tho path, there was'no sign of life, if you ex copt a solitary, buzzard floating high up in the air. It was getting oold as night fell, and as Leslie drew his poncho olosor around him he could not help wishing he could see the lights of the fonda or inn, where he was to stay that night.-* The trail led in between tho high bunks of a ravin, where it was almost dusk. Opening into this at inter vals were side ravines or gulches, which stretched out their winding ways to tho foot-hills on either «ide. It semod less lonely to the solitary mau, now that the wide expanse of the valley was shut out; and ho re membered with a good deal of grati* fication that he hud been told thero waB three raileB only of this worn be fore he reached the station for the night. Just aftorho had passed one of these side ravines, he heard the qu'ck gallop of a horse behind him, and in tho act of turning around to see what it was, ho heard a “swish” of a rope through the air, and the next moment-tho loop of a rope set tled over his arms. Drawn tight, it pifined them to his Bides ’ tightly. His mule stopped, as he had invol untarily drawu bridle when ho first heard the 3 sound, and two men sprang out toi him and siezed the animal. Another lasso fell ovor his arms,' and thon his captors came up He was lifted down ffom the saddlo, hip revolver and knife taken aw(iy from Imn; and his arms tightly lushed together. Looking at the people,who lmd possession of him, he realised; that -be had been taken by Indians. Tho men wha-lmd him fastened a rope to his neck, and tied to tho toil of one of the horses. Then mounting, they "sturted off to win da tho north, striking into the mountains; About nine o’oloek they camped, and after giving Leslie a plentiful supper of dried beef, they staked him out on tho ground und all went to sleep. Bright and early in the morning all started'once niore, and by night fall hud reached a small and almost circular valley ,in tho tnountnius where thoranohma or village was, The day lifter their arrival n council was held to determine tho fate of tho prisonor, and as he was simply a chance captive, and they wore not at war,' it was decided to make him a slave. The men who caught him played the Comaucho gambling game with sticks thrown in u cirot* and Leslie became the property of Push-the-Wind, the medicine chief. His lot was a hard one. Condemn ed to bring wood and water, to herd the horses, to rub tho skins with smooth stones whilo they wero being cured, to work from morning until night on scanty food, and urged on with blows of the heavy quirts or rawhides whips,.ho naturally though a great deal about escaping. The difficulty was ho had not an idea of tho trail inio the place: he knew that his captors could trail him without the slightest difficulty. . And there was another reason, too. In Push- the-Wind’s lodge was a girl about sixteen, Laughing Eyos. She had been captured during one of the many Comanobe raids into Mexico when she was not more than two years old, und had been adopted by the Indian. He lmd already receiv ed a large number of offers for her, accompanied, as is Indian custom, by the offer of many horses, robes and things of value. .Whether it wus that so far ho had not been offered enough, or because he paid seme attention to her dis taste for tho young Indian bravos, Push-the-Wind had'never given her away to any ouo. Laughing Eyes was a beautiful Spanish girl, and Herbert Leslie folt himself more and more in love with her as time went on. She, too, felt a strong attraction for this white sluve, who was so different from tho men slio saw around her, and, when ever she got a chan.co sho talked to him. ’Things went on until they found out ono day they loved each other. It was not long after this that Pnsh-the-Wind told his daughter ho had consented to her marriago with- the Whito Buffalo one of tho most noted warriors of the tribe, and or dered lu-r to got ready. It was in Vainihat sho pleaded; the order had gone forth, and must be obeyed. Sh6 told Leslie when she had a chance, and the two determined to escape together. He caught two of tho best horses, and tied them in the bush, not far from the village That night when tho moon wont down, Laughing Eyos and himself stole cautiously away from the ranoheria, and mount ing, rode as rapidly south as thoy could in the darkness. All night and until about seven in the morn ing they pushed ou. By tliis time •thoy wero in d narrow canon in tho mountains, and ooming to an open ing in the rooks whioh looked like a oave of some kind, thoy concluded to camp until dark. Leading the horses in, they made their way up for some three or four hundred feet to where the cave took a sharp tarn to the right. Here they stopped, eat (some of tho meat thoy had brought with them, and prepared to sleep. Leslie mado a bed for tho girl out of tho two blankets, and then going around the turn nearer tho entrance ft order to guard, threw himsolf on the rook and slept like a log. About four o'clock in the after noon he waH roused by tho sound of- hoofs, and peering carofully out frnm his' hiding-place, he saw a dozen Comanchos, led by White Buffalo, ride slowly past. Shiver ing from his excitement, ho went back and woke up Laughing Eyos. Ho told her of What hud happened, and warned her thoy must stay whore they were until tho Indians had returned and tho pursuit had been abandoned. The oiivo—if cave-it could bo call ed—had plenty af light, boing open at the top. After outing their break fast, composed of meat, as hud boen their supper, they startod to explore tho place. At the upper end of it there wus a low entranco to some kind of pluce, and over this Leslie made out the figuro of a snake with throb feat hors on the head, finely cut in tho rock.' Th is excited; his curiosity, and hunting about in the part where thoy had taken ro- fugo, he found an old log of some kind of wood, tho bark of which was rosinous. This ho tore up into strips, mid'twisting them' together, made what proved to bo u very fair torch. Accompanied by Laughing Eyos, lie made his way through tho low opening for porhaps fifty feet. It then widened into a chain her about thirty feet square, filled with a num ber of curious things. At one side, piled up on 'a sort of shelf, were rolls of stuff like paper, covered with strange pictures of men animals and houses. Battle scenes were depicted plainly, and onB rep resented, appearuntly, a coronation of some kind. There were quilted cotton drosses, shaped like shirts, and spears tipped with hard stone, beautifully fashion ed. There wero arrows and bow* and great clubs and swords. At lust, in oae cornor, thoy found a pile of bars of hoary metal, and when one of these was scratched, the whito color showod tho silver. Hero was a treasure beyond all count; they were rich for life if they could get away with it. With the aid of the girl, Leslie carried out us many of tho bars as bethought ho could pack on his horse, and thoy onco moro lay down to sloop, v About noon next day Leslie saw tho Indians riding back, having evident ly given up tho search. Waiting until fivo iu tho afternoon, ho load ed his horse with tho silver bars, placed tho girl on hors, and once moro cook tho southern trail. As thoy Rod out of tho canon on the way to tho valloy whore ho had been enpturod, an exclamation from Laughing Eyes mado him look around. It was just in time. White Buffalo, robbed of his bride, had not consented to return when tfie others did, and was now charging down at him, swinging bis lasso around liis head. On leaving tho treasure cave, Leslie lmd taken one of the bows, with some arrows, end now in hie imminent dangor he shot at a ven ture, novel’ for ono moment suppos ing ho oould hit anything. To his dolight, he saw tho Indian’s horeo stagger and thon full, throwing linn rider far out on the ground. In an instant, however, Whito Buffalo was up, and the two men closod in n The iron muscles of oach fairly cracked in their close ombiaoe as each tried to got possession of the knife, whioh had failed from White Buffalo’s belt. Slowly but surely Leslie’s urm gave way, ho had been forced on his back, tho Indian raised his arm to strike when suddenly his head fell forward, and ho sunk under the blow of a heavy stone. Laugh ing Eyos had sftvod her lovor’s life. Trembling with the exertion, Los- lie rose to hia feet, and for u few moments could scarcely stand. Be fore long, howoYor, ho was able to walk, and thoy onco moro started,' arriving tho noxt day at u largo haci enda. L'ealio at once took stops to secure the remainder of tho silvor, mid', accompanied by a strong forc'o, succeeded in doing so. Journoyingou with Laughing Eyes to the Oity of Moxico, ho sent her to sohool for a year, at the end of whioh time they wero married. Ho and his wife sent tho handsomest riflo they oould buy to old Push-the-Wind in memory ot tho timo when thoy; had been slaves together.—Alfred Batch in New York Ledger. Saved Front tho Rl|;ur’s Jaws. From tho Court Journal. Only a few months ago, in India, in a certain planting district thero was a mysterious rnan-entor. Two gontlomon, A and B, residing togeth er on an estate, had lost, besides others employed, two ohuwkobars, or native watchman, within afow days, und tho unfortunate men had boon actually carried off out of the veran da of tho bungalow. ; A and B there fore determined ,to clothe tliomsolvos likoiiaiivos, and ait during the night nr mod, in tho veranda, in tho hopes thoy might be uble to get a shot at the man-eater, k who, they thought, might probably return to the spot which hudulroudy provided him with two victims. Thoy proceeded to carry put this intention, and sat tip till aboil* 2 or 8 o’olocka. ni., but noth mg appeared, A then said he should not stay up any longer, as he did not bolieve any animal would come : but B announc ed his intention of waiting half ah hour by l|imsolf. There were large windows opening down to the floor of the veranda, and through one of these A retired, and after entering hie room, had jnst closed the window, and gazing out for un instant, when he saw a dark mass land in the ver- randa, right on to his friend, then heard sounds of a scuffle and ory for help. Seizing his rifle, to which a sword bayonet was attached, and flinging up the window, he rushed out in timo to see B walking down the steps that led up to tho verandu alongside of the tiger, with his hand in the letter’s mouth. A was afraid to flro lest ho should hit his friend, so running after him, he, with admirable presence of mind, went up to the tiger, and plunging It iu bayonet into the animal’s body, at the mine instant fired. There wits a roar and a souffle, and B took advantage of tho moment to release his hand, and tlio tiger, after tum bling, died. B's huui was crriblyl mangled. A New Study. From New York Ledger. Never tell mo that there is noth ing now under tho sun ! Somebody advertises in the morning papers to teach auybody “Formality, Elegance of Deportment and Winning Man ners, in one lesson., Terms, reason able !” Reasonable, and in one les son ? Thero’s a chance for you ! How tho professor mixes,tho for mality and the winning manners, I cannot imagine. Elegance of de portment thrown in too! Perhaps you choose your spooialty, and tako either formality*and elegance of de portment, or elegance of deportmont and winning manners, according to your style. ^ > I am quite sure that there are floor walkers, in prominent dry goods stores who have taken lessons, the arriving customer, who seems to have a purse, is bowed down to and worshiped in such a tender fashion. And I recommend all the railroad officials at the littlo peep-holes, and all the tioket-takers and gatomen and conductor to get *a day off and go in for deportment, and especially for winning manners, Winning manners! What a nice thing for Mrs. Jones, who scolds hoi'husband, boxes her children’s ears when sho comes down to breakfast, makes every servant’s life a torture, abuses the milkman for coming too early, tho baker for coming too late, tho butchor for. having a bout, in his leg of mutton, and her motlicr-imlaw for being a live. Wlmt a nico thing a littlo lesion in “winning manners” would be for Mr. Simp, who hasn’t a civil word for any one, finds fault with his breakfust, which ho cats behind his newspaper, docks the wages of his little offico-boy for sneezing, and throws inkstunds at the unfortunato book agents who have beon assured that they can umko fifty dollars a weok by getting subscribers for “Bobkius’ Morning Thoughts,’* or “Poems by Tootletoe.” “Winning manner*,” or even “elegant deport ment,” would bo a find thing for Snap. . As for me, I am going to take les sons at once 1 feel that 1 used them, I presume that I shall bo taught all I want to know in one lesson; if not,' I can take two. Expense is no ob ject to me when such opportunities offer. *m. k. n. A Menu Man. The champion mean man has been found again, this time in a dry good 8tore. A peculiarly gross counter feit half dollar having turned op at the counting room, this olerk, P. by nurae, purchased it for 10c. “fora pocket piece,” ho said. A few days afterward the young lady to whom lie wns engaged came to the stcre and purchased some goods, being waited upon by P., who took hor money to tho desk and returned with the chango. Tho yonng lady departed; but half an hour after, while P. Was at din ner, she roturued. She had been given, she said, a bad half dollar in change, and she produced the coun terfeit, P. had purchased for lOe. Her lover had exchanged it for n good half dollar while bringing her money from the desk 1—Boston Cour ier. A bottle of turpentine should be kept in every house, for its uses are numerous. A few drops sprinkled where cockroaches congregate will exterminate them at once; also ants, red or black. Moths will flee from the order of it. Besides, it is an ex cellent application for a out or u burn. It will take ink stains out of white muslin wheu added to soap, and wifi help to whiten clothes when added to them when boiling. Wc don't scare very easily, but the following announcement from the de partment shook up cur nerves sidorably: “Counterfeit fiv< pieces are reported. Thoy as of lend.” When counterfeiters op erate ou any thing smaller than quar ters, it is clearly a shot aimed direct ly at the cdiloriu! pocket.— Danville Breeze.