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VOLUME VII.
Professional Cards.
ROBERT A. MASSEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
(Oflico inj'ront room, Dorsett’s Building;)
* Will practice anywhere except- in the. County
Court of Douglass county.
' W. A. JAMES
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Will practice in all the courts, State an
Federal. Oflico on Cotirt House Square,.
DOUGLASVnXEfGA.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the Courts. All lega
Business will receive prompt attention. Oflico
in Court House.
cXciMpT
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Civil Engineer and Surveyor,
DOUGLASVILLE, - - GEORGIA.
B. G. GRIGGS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOU SLAB VILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the courts. State and
Federal.
JOHN M, EDGE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the courts, and promptly
attend to all business entrusted to his care.
J. S. JAMES, ~~
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will practice in the courts of Douglass,
Campbell. Carroll, Paulding, Cobb, Fulton nnd
Prompt attention given
~ mi. T, E. WHITLEY,
f&ysician and Surgeon
* ’ ’ DOUGLASVILE, GA.
Office Upstairs in Dorsett’s Brick Building.
P. S. VERDERY,
Physician and Surgeon
Office at HUDSON .b EDGE’S Drug Store,
' where he can bo found nt all hours, except
when professionally engaged. Special atten
tion given to Chronic cases, and eapeciallv
all cases that have been treated and nrc Mill
’2? curcd - ianJ»’Ss-ly
I RESPECTFULLY offer my services as Phy
-1 sleian and Burgeon to th* people of Doug
lassville nnd vicinity. All calls will be attended
i- promptly. Can be found at the Drug Store of
HUDSON A EDGE, during the day, nnd at
night at my resith-ncc, at the houao recently
, occupied by J. A. Pittman.
’■ J. B. EDGE,
i DENTISTRY.
T. COOK,
DENTAL SURGEON,
Hnn located in Donglassvill*. Twenty yearn*
■experience. Dentistry in all its branches’ don*
in the moat approved style. Oflico over Pont
office.
T. S. BUTLER,
HOUSE PAINTER,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will make old Furniture look as well ns new.
Give hint a trial in this line. Will also Jo
honse carpentering work.
Why They are Passed.
A Naw York newspaper reporter says
ho asked a con trustor of his acjnriut
attce, while discussing tho Sixty-second
street catastrophe, ’’How is it th at s neb
buildings arc permitted to pass inspec
tion J” ‘‘You ought to know without
asking.’'be replied; “I have never pnt
up a structure iu N w York that I did
not feel was ‘honest.’ Yet it costs me
about $25 every time I have a contract
to get pass Mt. Tho fact is that all in
spection in < very department of govern
ment operates in the same way. The
service of the city, State and Federal
Government is alike honeycombed with
it* The people select servants to look
after the public interests who betray
those interests (or greed at the first op
portunity. It is the history of all
countries and all times. We are
no exception. ” I asked bin particu
larly with reference to hi* line of busi
ness if there was not a remedy “You
can stop it for a while,” he **aid, "if.
to the excitement attending such an ac
cident as this one, a guilty builder or
two gets strung up to a lamp post.”
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The First. —Bob Hamill, the author
of the Anti-Treating law, was arrested
to Wdta, Nevada, on the 25th ult, fix
violating the same. He was re-
UmuhxJ on his own rwoognuanoo.
WixW Stat
MY WIFE AND CHILD.
The tattoo boats; the lights are gone,
The camp around iu slumber lies;
The night with solemn pace moves on;
The shadows thicken o’er the skies;
Bat sleep my weary eyes had flown,
And sad, uneasy thoughts arise.
I think of thee, oh, dearest one !
Whose love mine early life hath blest;
Os thee and him—our baby son—
Who slumbers on tby gentle breast.
God of the tender, frail and lone,
Oh, guard that little sleeper’s rest!
And hover gently, hover near
To her whose watchful eye is wet—
The mother, wife— : the doubly dear,
In whose young heart have freshly mot
Two streams of love, so deep and ciearf-
And cheer her drooping spirit yet 1
Now, as she kneels before Thy throne,
Oh, teach her, Ruler of tho skies I
That while by Thy behest alone
Earth’s mightiest powers fall or rise;
No tear is wept to Thee unknown,
Nor hair is lost, nor sparrow dies;
That Thou canst stay the ruthless hand
Os dark disease, and soothe its pain;
That only by Thy stern command
Tho battle’s lost, the soldier slain;
That from the distant sea or land
Tbou bring’st the wanderer home again.
And when upon her pillow lone,
Iler tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed,
May happier visions beam upon
Tho brightening currents of her breast;
Nor frowning look, nor angry tone
Disturb tho Sabbath of her rest !
Whatever fate those forms may throw,
Loved with a r vssion almost wild,
By day, by night—in joy or woo—
By fears oppressed or hopes beguiled;
From every danger, every foe,'
A)b, God ! protect my wife knd child I
Henby Bootes Jackson.
FROM “BOOTS AND SADDLES,” BY MRS,
OUSTER.
I must preface my account of the oc
currence by going back to the summer
of tho Yellowstone campaign. Two of
the citizens attached to the expedition,
one as the sutler, the other as tho vet-,
erinary surgeon, were in the habit of
riding by themselves a great deal. Not
being enlisted men, much more liberty
than soldiers have was allowed them.
Many warnings were given, however,
and an instance fresh in the minds of
the officers of tho killing by Indians of
two of their comrades the year before,
was repeatedly told them. One day
their hour of lingering came. While
they stopped to water their horses,
some Indiana concealed in a gully shot
them within’sight of our regiment, who
were then fighting on tho hill, and did
not find the bodies for some time after
ward, Both of the murdered men
were favorites; both left families, and
regret and sympathy were general
throughout the command.
A year and a half afterward informa
tion came to our post, Fort Lincoln,
that an Indian was then at the agency at
Standing Rock, drawing his rations,
blankets and ammunition from the gov
ernment and at the same time boasting
of the murder of these two men. This
intelligence created intense indignation
in our garrison. A detachment was
quickly prepared and started out with
sealed orders. No one was aware even
what direction they were to take. Gen.
Ouster knew that it was absolutely
necessary that caution and secnsay
should be observed. At the next post,
twenty miles below, there were scouts
employed. They would not fail to send
out a runner and warn the Standing
Rock Indians of the coming of the com
mand and its objects, if they could learn
what it was. When the runner carries
important news he starts with an even
gait in the morning and keeps it up all
day, hardly stopping to dnnk at the
stream he crosses. Buch a courier would
outstrip a command of cavalry in the
ordinary time it makes on a march.
Accordingly Fort Rice was left behind
many miles before the orders were
opened. They contained directions to
capture and bring back an Uncapapa
Indian, called Rain-in-the-Face, the
avowed murderer of the sutler and the
veterinary surgeon. The command con
sisted of two officers and 100 men. The
General had selected his brother to assist
in this delicate transaction, as he was
wont to do ever since they began their
life of adventure together during the
war. They arrived on the day that the
! Indians were drawing their rations oi
bee!. There were 500 at the agency
armed with the latest long-range rifles.
I It was more and more clear that toe
I much care could not be taken to prevent
I the object of tho visit being known tc
I the warriors. An expedition had been
i sent down one® before, but news of its
intention bad reached the agency in time
for the culprit to escape. He could not
' refrain even after this warning from
j openly vaunting his crime.
THU CAFfUUa.
In order, then, to conceal the purport
I of their appearance at the agency, th«
I captain in command resolved to a ruse.
I He sent fifty men to the camp, tea mile?
FjVWrSTTIVO TO NONE-CHARITY TO ALL.
DOUGLASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY 26.' 1885.
away to make inquiries for these Indians
who had murdered citizens on the Red
River the year before. CoL Custer was
ordered to take five picked men and go
to the trader’s store, where the Indians
resort constantly. This required
coolness and extreme patience, for they
had to lounge about, seemingly indiffer
ent, until they could be certain the right
man was discovered. The cold made the
the Indians draw their blankets around
them and over their heads. There is
□ever any individuality about their dress,
unless when arrayed for a council or
dance. It was therefore almost impos
sible to tell one from the other.
Col. Tom had to wait for hours, only
looking furtively when these wary crea
tures were off guard. At last one of
them, loosened his blanket, and with the
meager description that had been given
him Col. Tom identified him as
" MAIN-IN-THE-FAOE.”
Coming suddenly from behind, he
threw his arms about him, and seized
the Winchester rifle that the savage at
tempted to cook. He was taken entirely
by surprise. No fear showed itself, but
from the characteristically stolid face
hate and revenge flashed out for an in
stant He drew himself up in an inde
pendent manner to show his brother
warriors that he did not dread death.
Among them he had been considered
brave beyond precedent, because he had
dared to enter the agency store at all,
and so'encounter the risk of arrest. The
soldiers tied his hands and mounted
guard over him. About thiry Indians
surrounded them instantly, and old
orator commenced a harangue to the
others, inciting them to recapture their
brother. Breathless excitement pre
vailed. At that moment the captain in
command appeared in their midst. With
tho same coolness he had shown in the
war and during the six years of his In
dian campaign, he spoke to them
through an interpreter. With prudence
and tact he explained that he intended
to give the prisoner exactly the treat
ment a white man would receive under
like circumstances; that nothing would
induce them to give him up; and the
better plan to save bloodshed would be
for the chiefs to withdraw and take with
them their followers. Seeing that they
could accomplish nothing by intimida
tion, or by superior numbers, they had
recourse to parley, and proposed to com
promise. They offered as a sacrifice two
Indians of the tribo in exchange for Raiu
in-the-Face.
It was generosity like that of Artemus
Ward, who offered his wife’s relatives on
the altar of his country, for they took
care not to offer for sacrifice any but In
dians of low rank, * R lin-in-the-Face
was a very distinguished warrior among
them, and belonged to a family of six
brothers, one of whom, Iron Horse, was
very influential. The officers prevailed
in the end, and the prisoner was taken
to the cavalry camp. During tho time
that the Indians were opposing his re
moval, the troopers had assembled
around tho entrance, ready for any
emergency, and prepared to escort the
murderer away. The Indians instantly
vanished; all went quickly and quietly
to their camp, ten miles distant Later
in the day a party of fifteen mounted
warriors dashed through the agency to
the road beyond, which had to be taken
by our troopers on the way home. Oi
course our officers expected an attack
from that party when they began their
homeward march; to their surprise, they
were unmolested. We learned afterward
that the mounted Indians went to the
camp of Two Bears to urge the young
braves there to combine with them in
the recapture of Rain-in-the-Face. Two
Bears had long been friendly to the
white man; he was too old to fight, and
prevented hia young men from joining
in the contemplated rescue.
After the command had returned and
the officers reported, Geu. Castor sent
for Rain-in-the-Face. He was tall,
stright and young. His face was quite
imperturbable. In a subsequent inter
view the General locked himself in his
room with him. Through an inter
preter and with every clever question
and infinite patience he spent hours
trying to induce the Indian to acknowl
edge his crime. Tho culprit’s face
finally lost its impervious look and he
showed some agitation.
THS MURDERS.
He gave a brief account of the mur
der and then made a full confession be
fore all the officers. He said neither of
the white men were armed when at
tacked. He had shot the old man, but
be did not die instantly, riding a short
distance before falling from his horse.
He then went to him and with his stone
mallet beat out the last breath left. Be
fore leaving him he shot his body fall of
arrows. The younger man signaled to
them from the bushes, and they knew
that the manner in which he held up his
hand was an overture of peace. When
he reached him the white man gave him
his hat as another and further petition
for mercy. Bat be shot him at once,
first with his gun, and then with
arrows. One of the latter entering his
back; the dying man struggled to pull it
through. Neither man was scalped, as
the elder was bald and the younger had
closely cropped hair.
Two Indians, one of them Iron Horse,
had followed the cavalry from the
agency and asked to see their comrade.
The General -sent for Rain-in-the-Face.
He came into the room with a guard at
his heels. He was dressed in mourning.
His leggings were black, and his sable
blanket was belted by a band of white
beads. One black feather stood erect
on his head. Iron Horse supposed that
he was to be hung at once, and that this
would be the final interview. The elder
brother»believing there was no hope,
was very solemn. He removed his
heavily beaded and embroidered buffalo
robe and replaced it with the plain one
that Rain-in-the-Face wore. He ex
changed pipes, also, giving him his
highly ornamental one that he might
afterward present it to the General.
The pipes are valuable, as the materia’
of which tho bowls are made has to be
brought from Kansas. Then, finding
that there was a prospect of Rain-in-the-
Face having his trial in Washington, he
took off the medal that had been given
to his father by a former President,
whose likeness was tn the medallion, and
placed it over the neck of his brother,
that it might be a silent argument in his
favor when he confronted the “Great
Father.”
It was an impressive and melancholy
scene. Iron Horse charged his brother
not to attempt to escape, saying that if
he did get back to the reservation he
would surely be recaptured. He be
rime, while they were preparing, to send
for the ladies, and a few of us were
tucked away on the lounge with instruc
tions not to move or whisper, for my
husband treated these Indians with as
much consideration ns if they had been
lieved that he would be kindly treated
while a captive, and perhaps the white
chief would intercede for him to obtain
his pardon. After asking him not to
lose courage, they smoked again and
silently withdrew. In about ten days
Iron Horse returned, bringing a portion
of his tribe with him.
The Indians with Iron Horse came
directly to headquarters and asked for a
council. As many as could get into the
General’s room entered. There was
crowned heads. The Ind Jars turned n
surprised, rather scornful glance into the
“ladies’ gallery,” for their women are
i.lways kept in the background. In re
turn for thia we did not hesitate to criti
cise their toilets. They were gorgeous
in full dress. Iron Horse wore an elab
orately beaded and painted buckskin
shirt, with masses of solid embroidery of
porcupine quills. The sleeves and shoul
ders were ornamented with
A TRINOE OF SOALP LOCKS.
Some of the hair we saw with a shud
der was light and wavy. I could not but
picture the little head “ running over
with curls” from which it had been
taken, for all the Indian locks I have
ever seen were straight and black.
The chief wore on his shoulders a sort
of cape, trimmed with a fringe of snowy
ermine. His leggings were a mass of
bead work. He wore a cap of otter with
out a crown, though, for it is their cus
tom to leave the top of the head uncov
ered. Three eagle feathers, that denote
the number of warriors killed, were so
fastened in that they stood erect. There
were several perforations in each ear
f.’om which depended bead ear-rings.
He had armlets of burnished brass;
thrown around him was a beaded blanket.
The red clay pipe had the wooden stem
inlaid with silver, and was embellished
with the breast feathers of brilliantly
plumaged birds. The tobacco bag, about
tvo feet long, had not an inch that was
not decorated. The costume was simply
inperb.
Iron Horse began his speech in the
a iual high-pitched, unchangeable key.
He thanked the General for the care of
his brother, and the whole tenor of the
rest was repeated petitions to ask the
reat father in Washington to spare his
life. He then slowly took off his elabo
ate buckskin shirt and presented it to
jy husband. He ended by making
A SINGULAR REQUEST,
which was worthy of Damon and
Pythias. Two sly young braves in the
outer circle of the untitled, asked per
mission through their chief to share the
•saptivity of Rain-in-the-Face. I could
not help recalling what some one had
told me in the East, that women some
times go to the State Prison at Sing Sing
xnd importune to be allowed to share
the imprisonment of their husbands or
brothers; but no instance is found in the
history of that great institution where a
man has asked to divide with a friend or
relative the sufferings of his sentence.
After his two friends had left him,
Rain-in-the-Face occupied a part of the
guard house with a citizen who had
been caught stealing grain from the
•torehouse. For several months they
had been chained together and used to
walk in front of the little prison for ex
ercise and air. The guard-house was a
noorly-built, insecure wooden building.
After a time the sentinels became less
vigilant, and the citizen, with help from
his friends outside, who were working
in the same way, cut a hole in the wall
at night and escaped.
He broke the chain attaching him t
tho Indian, who was left free to follow
We found afterward that Rain-in-the-
Face did not dare to return to the reser
vation, but made his way to the hostile
eamp. In the spring of 1874 he sent
word from there by an agency Indian
that he had joined Sitting Bull, and was
awaiting his revenge for his imprison
ment.
The stained waters of the Little Big
Horn, on June 25,1876, told how deadly
and fatal that was. The vengeance of
that incarnate fiend was concentrated
on the man who had effected his cap
ture. It was found on the battlefield
that he had cut out the brave heart of
that gallant, loyal, and lovable man, our
brother Tom.
Grant’s Tender-Heartedness,
Dr. John V.. McLeish, formerly of
the 26th lowa Volunteer Infantry, re
lates the following pathetic incident,
showing General Grant’s kindness of
heart, which at this time will be appre
ciated by all his old soldiers:
The army was encamped at Young’s
Point, La. An order had been promul
gated by the General io the effect that
no officer should be allowed leave of ab
sence until after the capture of Vicks
burg. I had a little girl at home who
was my pet and idol. One morning I
received a letter from my wife which
contained the following sentence :
“Come home immediately if you
would see Winnie alive. ”
Startled and fearful lest I should bv
too late to see my darling child again, I
hastened to procure a leave of absence,
and succeeded in getting it regularly
approved until I reached General Sher
man’s headquarters, where I received a
stern refusal—“No; a soldier should
know no family in time of war.” I
turned away, knowing I could go no
further, when I heard instructions given
to an aide-de-camp to take dispatches to
General Grant, whose headquarters
were on a boat three-quarters of a mile
away; but into the rain and darkness I
impulsively rushed after the aide, and
with him made my way to the boat.
Appealing to Major Bowers for a per
sonal interview with General Grant, I
was ushered into the presence of the
man whom hitherto I had thought to be*
stern and unapproachable. He greeted
me with a kindly salutation. I told my
story, and knew by the moistened eye
and sympathetic voice that the great
General had also a great heart.
“Approved, twenty days leave of ab
sence, with transportation to and from
Cairo,” was his order; then turning to
me, he said:
“If you are required to remain longer,
do so, but report to me in person on
your return, and I sincerely hope that
you may not find your daughter as ill
as you anticipate.”
My little one died, and had been
buried ten days when I reached our
western home in lowa.
Ax Ex-Slave's Rank.
Mr. William H. Oliver, of North Car
olina, dropped into the White House, at
Washington, with a number of others
simply to pay his respects. As he passed
by Colonel Lamont’s door he recognized
Arthur Simmons, the colored messenger
who has stood there for twenty years,
and who is one of the most popular
attaches of the mansion, as one of his
former slaves. The recognition between
the ex-slave and ex-master was matuaL
and they had a pleasant chat of old
times. Arthur is very proud of his
position, and he mentioned to Mr.
Oliver that he was now the third man in
official rank in the country, which was
something for a North Carolina ex-slave
to be proud of.
“First comes the President,” said
Arti.ur; “then comes Colonei Lamont
and then Arthur Simmons.” Arthur
took special pains to have his former
master presented to both the President
and Colonel Lamont.
As Mr. Oliver was going Arthur asked
him if he was after an office; that possi
bly he could help him, and that he
would be glad to do so. Mr. Oliver re
plied that he did not want anything.
“If there is anything I can do for
you,” said Arthur, “order and your
command is law.”
“I’ll take that up,” replied Mr. Oliver,
“I want a bouquet from the White
House conservatory to take down to
North Carolina to the lady folks. ”
Inside of fifteen minutes he had the
bouquet, with a card “to Mrs. Oliver,
with the compliments of Arthur Sim
mons.”
NUMBER 16.
THE LIME-KILN CLUB.
WORDS OF WISDOM FROM PARA
DISE HALL.
President Gardner Delivers n Lecture to
tin Erring Brother.
“If Ancestor Jinkins am in de hall to
night he will please step dis way,” said
Brother Gardner as the meeting opened
with fourteen kerosene lamps going at
full blast.
Ancestor was in, and as soon as he
could get his feet clear of the benches
he waddled up the aisle and stood at
“attention” with his toes turned in.
“Brudder Jinkins continued the Pres
ident, “I was told to-day dat your wife
was bar’fut an’ your chill’en cryin’ fur
bread.”
“Well, sab, it’s bin hard times.”
“I suppose so. I understan’ dat you
hasn’t done a day’s work dis winter.”
“Work has bin skeerce, sah.”
‘ ‘Exactly. You had work in a foundry
last fall, didn’t you ?”
“Yes, sah.” •
“You was gittin’ ten shillings a day,
an’ you struck fur twelve ?”
“Yes, sah.”
“An’ bekase de man didn’t Agger dat
your sarvices war’ worth twelve shillins
a day to him you frew yerself out oi
a steady job, an’ hev come as nigh de
poo’-house as you kin git widout enter
in’ de doah.”
“I orter had mo’ pay, sah.”
“Dat may be, but as long as yon
couldn’t git it you was an idiot to throw
away de wages you could git. What
pertickler pint hev you gained, Brudder
Jinkins ?”
“Well, I let the foundry-man see dat
I had some independence.”
“Sartin—sartin. You let him see yer
wife at do Poo’master’s office, yer
chill’en beggin’ of de nayburs, an’ a
dozen creditors chasin’ you up wid
bills.”
“Hadn’t a laborin’ man orter hev fa’F
wages?” demanded Brother Jinkins.
“He had. He orter hev five dollars 9
day, but he can’t get it. He puts his
skill or muscle up to de highest bidder,
an’ he mus’ stan’ by de bid. Brudder
Jinkins, let me make a few remarks in
your ear. De man who pounds his
thumb doan’ spite de hammer. De con
dishun of bizuess fixes de rate of wages.
You may kick, but it will simply result
in batterin’ yer own toes. De nex’ best *
thing to what you want is what you kill
get. Bekase I can’t get a dollar for
whitewashin’ n ceilin’ I’m not gwine to
frow away de fifty cents offered. Brud
der Jinkins, what am de goin’ price fur
blacking stoves ?”
“Two shillins, sah.”
“ ’Zactly, but suppose you get de
idcah dat you orter hev thirty cents,
what will be de result ?”
“Reckon I won’t git any blackin’ to
do.”
“Jistso, sah. Now, den, if stoves at
twenty-five cents am few an’ fur between,
but lots doin’ at twenty cents, Isn’t it
better policy to hold a steady job dan to
have no work at all ?”
“Reckon, sah.”
“You kin take yer seat, Brudder Jin
kins. Any principle am all right on a
full stomach. Any theory am all right
if you have a big woodpile at the doah.
De orator who declar’s dat you orter
hev twelve shillin’s a day won’t go hun
gry on account of your strike. We like
sugar in our coffee, but we am idiots to
frow away de coffee kase we can’t get de
sweetnin’.”— Detroit Free Press. .
Well-paid Labor.— The Pittsburgh
Times says:— A reporter of the Times,
while talking to a number of iron work
ers, was told by a pnddler of a man who
has two trains of rolls and who makes
without any trouble from sls to S2O a
day. A roller with a small guide mill
train can earn from $8 to $lO a day.
There are rollers in Pittsburgh now
earning from $36 to SSO a day. There
is a steel-roller in a South Side steel
works taken from his work about two
o’clock in the afternoon in his barouche,
driven by his colored servant.
The Proud Poet
Harry is a papa—which wonderful
event does his most awful dignity tre
mendously augment. And he has been
a papa for two entire days, which vast
responsibility in grandeur he displays.
An old friend asked young Harry, “How
is the little kid ?” No answer. Papa’s
dignity such freedom quite forbid. The
question was repeated; “How is the kid
to-day ?” A freezing stare from Harry
and, “What, sir, dfd you say?” “Oh,
1 just asked ‘How is the kid ?’ ” Severe |
was pa’s disdain; “Ohl Ah I Ahem 1--J
The kid I What kid? Beg pardon, 3
sir? Explain!” “How is the baby,J
then!” Papa’s importance big did J
swell. “Oh, if you mean mij SON,
he is, thank you, very well.”—H. Qgi|
Doixta in Chicago Sun.