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ROMANCE OF AN AMERICAN
QUEEN.
In 1733 the settlement of Georgia
was commenced by a number of Eng
lish people, who were brought over
by General Oglethorpe, and pitched
their tents on the very spot now oc
cupied by Savannah. In his inter
course with the Indians he was great
ly assisted by an Indian woman, whom
he found in Savannah, by the name
of Mary Musgrove. She had resided
among the English, in another pan
of the country and was well acquaint
ed with their language. She was of
great use, therefore, to General Ogle
thorpe in interpreting what he said
to the Indians and what they said
to him. For this service he gave her
a hundred pounds a year.
Among those who came over with
General Oglethorpe was a man by
the name of Thomas Bosomworth,
who was the chaplain or minister of
the colony. Soon after his arrival
he married" the above mentioned In
dian woman, Mary Musgrove. Un
happily. Bosomworth was at heart a
bad man. although by profession he
was a minister of the Gospel. He was
distinguished for his pride and love
of riches and influence. At the same
time he was very artful; yet, on ac
count of his profession he was for
a time much respected by the In
dians.
At one of the great councils of
the Indian, this artful man induced
some of the chiefs to crown Malatche,
one of the greatest among them, and
to declare him prince and emperor
of all the Creeks. After this he
mad** his wife call herself the eldest
sister of Malatche, and she told the
Indians that one of her grandfathers
had been made king by the Great
Spirit over all the Creeks. The In
dians believed what Mary told them,
for since General Oglethorpe had been
so kind to her they had become very
proud of her. They called a great
meeting of the chiefs together, and
Mary made them a long talk. She
told them that they had been injured
by the whites —that they were get
ting away the land of the Indians,
and would soon drive them from their
possession. Said she: “We must
assert our rights; we must arm our
selves against them —we must drive
them from our territories —let us call
forth our warriors; I will head them
Stand by me, and the houses which
they have erected shall smoke in
ruins. ’ ’
The spirit of Queen Mary was con
tagious. Every chief present declar
ed himself ready to defend her to the •'
last drop of his blood.
After due preparations the war
riors were called forth. They had
painted themselves afresh, and sharp-v
--eiled anew their tomahawks for the
battle. The march was now com
menced. Queen Mary, attended by
her infamous husband, the real au
thor of all their discontent, headed
the savage throng.
Before they reached Savannah
their approach was announced. The
people were justly alarmed. They
were few in number, and though they
had a fortification and cannon, they
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had no good reason to hope that they
should be able to ward off the deadly
blow which was aimed against them.
By this time the savages were in
sight of Savannah. At this critical
moment an Englishman, by the name
of Noble Jones, a bold and daring
man, rode forth with a few spirited
men on horseback to meet them. As
he approached them he exclaimed, in
a voice like thunder: 1 ‘Ground your
arms, ground your arms; not an
armed Indian shall set his foot in
this town!’’
Awe-struck by his lofty tone, and
perceiving him and his companions
ready to dash in among them, they
paused, and soon ’after laid down
their arms. Bosomworth and his
queen were now summoned to march
into the city, and it was permitted
the chiefs and other Indians to fol
low--but without their arms.
On reaching the parade-ground the
thunder of fifteen cannon fired at
the same moment, told them what
they might expect should they per
sist in their hostile designs. The In
dians were now marched to the house
of the president of the council in
Savannah.
Bosomwcrth was required to leave
the Indians, while the president had
a friendly talk with them.
in his address to them he assured
them of the kindness of the English,
and demanded wiiat they meant by
coming in this warlike manner. In
reply they tdd the president that
they had heard that Alary was to b r
sent over the great waters, and they
had come to learn W’hy they were to
lose their queen.
Finding that the Indians had
deceived, and that Bosom worth wri
the author of all the trouble—that he
had even intended to get possession
of the magazine, and to destroy the
whites —the council directed him to
be seized and to be thrown into
prison.
This step Mary resented with great
spirit. Rushing forth among the In
dians she openly cursed Genera?
Oglethorpe, all hough he had raised
her from poverty and distress, and
declared that the whites should know
that the ground she trod was her
own.
The warlike spirit of the Indians
being thus likely to be renewed, it
was thought advisable to imprison
Alary also. This was accordingly car
ried into effect. At the same time,
to appease the Indians, a sumptuous
feast was made for the chiefs by
the president who, during the better
state of feeling which seemed to pre
vail, took occasion to explain to them
the wickedness of Bosomworth, and
how, by falsehood and cunning, he
had led them to believe that Mary
was really their queen—a descendant
of one. of their great chiefs.
“Brothers,” said he, “it is no such
thing. Queen Alary is no other than
Mary Musgrove, whom I found poor,
and who has been made the dupe
of the artful Bosomworth; and you,
brothers, the dupes of both.”
The aspect of things was now
pleasant. The Indians were begin
ning to be satisfied of the villainy of
Bo§omworth, and of the real charac
ter of Alary. But, at this moment,
the door was thrown open, and to
the surprise of all, Alary burst into
the room. She had made her es
cape from prison* and learning what
was going on, she rushed forward
with the fury of a tigress: “Seize
your arms, seize your arms’. Re
member your promise, defend youi
queen!” •
• The sighr. of their queen seemed in
a inoment to bring back all the orig
inal ardor of the enterprise. In an
instant every chief seized his toma
hawk and sprang from the ground,
to rally at the call of their queen.
At this moment Captain Jones,
who was present, perceiving the dan
ger of the president and the other
whites, drew his sword and demanded
peace.
The Indians cast an eye toward
Alary, as if to inquire what they
should do.i Her countenance fell.
Perceiving his advantage, Captain
Jones stepped forward, and in the
presence of the Indians standing
round, again conducted Alary back to
prison. A short imprisonment so far
humbled Bosomworth and Alary that,
each wrote a letter, in which they
confessed the wrong they had done,
and promised if released that they
would conduct themselves with more
propriety in future. The people
kindly forgave them both, and they
left the city.
CUCUMBERS.
(Conclusion of an address deliv
ered by L. E. Bleckley to the literary
societies of Mercer University, at
Macon, Ga., June 29, 1886). ,<
They told, they told, in mournful
numbers,
That I must never eat cucumbers;
They also told the reason why;
But, eat them! Yes, I would, or die.
And you, if you would only try it,
Would die, I think, or have the diet.
In spite of all advice and warning,
I ate them early in the morning,
And then, although a mere beginner,
For breakfast, luncheon and for din
ner,
I would embrace some two or three.
Aly feelings grew to such excess
I tried to feel and fancy less.
I went from home, but still I met
them,
And higher, higher did I rate them;
I always wanted to forget them,
And always ate, and ate, and ate
them.
I thought, before, I was devoted,
But now indeed I loved—l doted.
I traveled on; my love was growing,
And I kept going, going, going.
I searched the country and the town,
The river valleys, up and down,
The brooks and branches, and the
drains,
The hills and mountains and the
plains,
The railway stations and the trains- •
No matter where I chanced to meet
them,
My only business was to eat them.
And eat, I did, and often, often,
Aly plate was set upon my coffin.
At length, I shook, but not with chill
That spares awhile and waits to kill.
The reason 1 became a shaker,
I saw, I saw the undertaker.
Had every torture, every pain
Os cucumber on the brain.
And what ensued, is now the ques
tion.
Aou say, of course, twas indiges
tion,
But never were you more mistaken
Within the halls and walls of Alacon.
Ihe sole result of this devotion
Was truth of thought and of emo
tion;
It broke the spell, the dread and
terror
Os a table, vegetable error,
It swept away the trash and lum
ber
that overlay the great cucumber.
If you would have a truthful notion,
A truthful impulse or emotion,
A truthful vision in your slumbers,
Eat, I pray you, eat cucumbers.
But eat by rule or you may rue it;
I pause to tell you how to do it;
- From thirty vines select and gather—
Do this yourself, not by another,
And purchase not from any vender—
The fruit when young and crisp and
tender,
This, cool and fresh, proceed to peel,
But not till seated at your meal,
Then slice, and season to your taste,
And .eat at once, and eat in haste,
And eat enough, with such a victual
The danger lies in eating little;
Like learning drank from Alercer
spring,
A little is a dangerous thing.
We hear it said from stump and
steeple,
“ the question to the people,”
But better counsel, for digestion,
Is, leave the people to the question.
Elbert Hubbard isn’t the best au
thority in the world on all subjects,
but he is unquestionably correct in
pronouncing against the use of cigar
ettes, especially by the young. In
a late number of the Philistine he
says: “As a close observer and em
ployer of labor for over twenty years.
I give you this: Never advance the
pay of a cigarette smoker; never pro
mote him; never trust him tp carry
a roll to Garcia, unless you do not
care for Garcia and are willing to
lose the roll. Cigarette smoking be
gins with an effort to be smart. It
soon becomes a pleasure, a satisfac
tion, and serves to bridge over.a mo
ment of nervousness or embarrass
ment. Next it becomes a necessity
of life, a fixed habit. This last stage
soon evolves into a third condition,
a stage of fever and unrestful, wan
dering mind, accompanied by loss of
moral control.” Inveterate
smoking impairs health, lessens use
fulness and jeopardizes happiness,
and all without compensation worthy
of the name. All smokers are not
affected to the same degree, but there
is none who would not be better off
without the habit.—Manafield Sun, i
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