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MACON, DUBLIN ANO SAVANNAH RAILROAD COMPANY LOCAL TIME TABLE. Effective July 2, 1911. No.lß N 0.20 Stations. N 0.19 N 0.17 A.M. P.M. Lv. Ar. A.M. P.M. “7:io 3:25 Macon ”11:15 4:30 7:22 3:37 Swiftcreek 11:03 4:20 7:30 3:45 Drybranch 10:55 4:12 7:34 3:49 Atlantic 10:51 4:09 7:38 3:53 Pike’s Peak 10:48 4:06 7:45 4:00 Fitzpatrick 10:42 4:00 7:50 4:04 Ripley 10:37 3:53 8:00 4:14 Jeff’sonville 10:27 3:42 8:10 4:23 Gallemore 10:15 3:30 8:20 4:33 Danvilel 10:07 3:22 8:25 4:38 Allentown 10:02 3:17 8:34 4:47 Montrose 9:53 3:08 8:44 4:57 Dudley 9:42 2:58 8:50 5:03 Shewmake 9:36 2:52 8:55 5:09 Moore 9:29 2:45 9:10 5:25 ar lv 9:15 2:30 Dublin 9:15 5:30 lv ar 9:10 2:25 9:17 5:32 SouMD&SJct 9:03 2:23 9:21 5:36 NorMD&SJct 9:04 2:19 9:31 5:45 Catlin 8:54 2:09 9:40 5.54 Mintor 8:47 2:01 9:50 6:05 Rockledge 8:36 1:50 9:55 6:10 Orland 8:31 1:45 40:08 6:23 Soporton 8:19 1:33 10:19 6:34 Tarrytown 8:07 1:21 10:26 6:41 Kibhee 8:00 1:15 10:40 6:55 Vidalia 7:45 1:00 CONNECTIONS. At Dublin with the Wrightsville and Tennille and the Dublin and South western for Eastman and Tennille and intermediate points. At Macon iwth Southern railway from and to Cincinnati, Chattanooga, Rome, Birmingham, Atlanta and in termediate points. Also the Central of Georgia, G., S. & F. railway, Ma son and Birmingham railway and the Georgia railroad. At Rockledge with the Millen and Southwestern for Wadley and inter mediate points. At Vidalia with the Seaboard Air Line for Savannah and intermediate points, and with the Millen and South western for Millen, Stillmore and in termediate points. J. A. STREYER, G. P. A., Macon, Ga. Jbley’s . ORINO Laxative la Pleasant and Effective CURES Constipation, Stomtch and Liver Trouble. by stimulating these organs and restoring their natural action. Is best for women and chil dren as ORINO dees not grips or nauseate. / Portable and Stationary ENGINES AND BOILERS. 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We left Del Rio on the morning of ? the 28th of November and passed over into Mexico through the little town of Las Vacas where we had to go through a rigid examination, such as paying duty on mer chandise, ammunition and bonding our horses and outfit. We passed San Lorenza about 12 miles out from Las Vacas, this place being the headquarters ranch for the pastures which contain the cattle of Gen. Lorenza Gonzales Trevenio. This place is stocked mostly with well-bred steers which come up to the standard along with our American cattle. After traveling about 15 miles and still in this pasture we stopped and “nooned it” as grass was 'fine and our horses certainly relished the feed. Bob, Louis and Myself were riding horseback and of course this made the trip more enjoyable as we could skirmish alongside of the road and hunt and in this manner we kept the outfit well supplied with game while on the move. That day we nooned at Tienete Lake, where we killed several ducks, but did not tarry long enough to have them for dinner. After a good dinner we felt much better, so were up and away as we wanted to get to the mountains where game was plentiful. That even ing we arrived at Sorro or Fox Creek where we COLLECT/OF OF OR WO ARD OW/LLO found excellent water, but encountered one of tho worst gravel beds about 500 yards across, and in crossing this we had to assist the chuck wagon over. Up bright and early next morning and away in a rush as the mountains were our goal-. During this day in the forenoon nothing of any importance happened, but long about sundown business be gan to pick up. We had just arrived at the Baballos (Horse Creek) and watered our horses and intended going beyond about three miles where grass was good. Just after we crossed this creek I left the wagon and rode out along side at a distance of about one-half mile. In doing this I was in hopes of finding a deer as the range was fine and prospects good. To my surprise I found something better than a deer, a big black bear. I was about 500 yards from the wagon and upon arriving at the top of a nice smooth knoll I noticed Mr. Bruin and he spied me about the same time. The country was rolling and I was riding an excellent horse, so you can imagine my feelings, as I was confident of hav ing some genuine sport. I tightened up my sad dle and looked for my rope, but had left it In the wagon. Without a moment’s hesitation I reached for my rifle. Then the race began. This bear was not very fat, and of course could put up a fast race. He made for the side of a nearby hill and it was my intention to head him off to keep him from entering a cave. Giving my horse full rein and extra hard spur thrust I was able to turn Mr. Bear and by doing this I got him started across a somewhat level place. Riding along side at a distance of about 150 feet I took my first shot, hitting him in the fleshy part of the hind leg, but this seemed only to make Bruin run the faster. Seeing I would have to do better than this I tried to get closer, but could not make it. Taking three more shots I still missed as I was running my horse at full speed and could not hit the mark as readily as If I was standing. At the next shot I was within about 20 feet of the bear and this shot took effect. Just as the bullet hit the bear he wheeled and made direct towards my horse, catching him by the tail. Now, good reader, this may not seem scary, but try It one time and see how your blood circulates. Mine nearly pushed my hair off my head. If I had not been riding a good horse It would have been serious sure enough. My horse realized the posi tion he was in and I had to ride to keep my seat as there was some high jumping and quick work done which all happened In a few minutes. After the bear tore loose from the horse’s tall he stum bled over to one side and stood there with his head down, badly wounded. One more shot fin ished him and I was somewhat glad of it as my, blood was pumping wildly and neded a rest after | POQ/FG BEFORE THE JEW OF A B/G ' BAR’ EAT E7F FOOT OF COTTO COLORADO such strenuous exercise. This took in all about 20 minutes of as fine sport as I have ever had. Was "something out of the ordinary and a little differ- X, ± nil n’nnt h^IDPT ent" and that’i what we all want; Bob being nearby came to my assistance and we both placed the bear on my horse and carried it over to the camp where we skinned the pelt. That evening we camped at El Remado, where the coyotes were very plentiful, but we did not stop early enough to place our traps. We had five well-trained hounds on this trip. The next morning Louis killed a fine specimen of a coyote, large, with fine fur and nice color. That evening we entered ‘‘Cibolo’’ (Buffalo) canyon, which to start with was quit shy of water. Just at the en trance ’tis awfully rough and very slow going, so rather than to take chances of a break-down we decided to wait till morning and then get an early start so we could make it through this pass in one day. That day we hunted both sides of the road for “tenaho” or pot holes which most generally contain water if one can find one where the cattle cannot reach. Luck was with us as we found one of these “pots” near the road which had sufficient water to water al the horses. The balance of the distance we had to assist the wag on by the aid of the “saddle horses” on account of bad roads and the grade was continually going higher. That morning Louis killed a deer and the same evening I killed a big black tail buck, very fat and a fine specimen. We only made about ten miles that day but were up early next morning so as to reach the water hole as the water ques tion was something serious and we had to arrange our traveling accordingly. We passed through a grassy strip of about five miles where grass was fin? and green. These grass strips seemed to be all through these mountains. I suppose the rains must have fallen in streaks. We reached the water hole and watered the teams and filled kegs. After a consultation we decided to return to the grass to rest the horses and above all try and get some black-tail deer. We reached this grass about noon as it was only about three miles from the watering place. That evening we did not find the deer as expected but were still in good spirits as our horses were doing nicely on the green grass. After deciding to go further into the mountains as the Cerro Colorado (Red Moun tain) was our destination, we went back to the water-hole. Bob, Louis and I rode on ahead of the wagon and on the way over there noticed where a panther had followed down the trail to the water-hole. We went on down to the water and watered the dogs and then turned them loose on the panther’s trail, as we were anxious for a chase and we had it from the very start. The old i dog “Remus” led off followed by the other four; and let me tell you, gentle reader, we had to do some riding so as to keep in touch with them. ' The going was awfully rough and on several oc- evening. Next day nothing of any interest happened and after deciding to move over to a nearby canyon we broke camp and rode about two miles further where wood was plentiful and where we could find large trees so we could hang the deer, as we wanted to cure the meat. Returning to camp next morning I found some more good news as Louis had located a bear on top of “Cerro Colorado” and had shot at him, but being so far away did not hit him. This was what we wanted —a bear chase with the dogs. So back to camp came Louis and after a consulta tion we decided to wait till morning before start ing after the bear. The next morning we were away before daylight, Bob and Louis going horse back and leading the dogs while I went afoot up through another canyon and we were to meet at the top at a designated place. I was about half a mile across a canyon, Louis at another point, Bob at another and Henry, the cook, could not stand the temptation so he had to follow, and was placed at another entrance. Dur ing this time the dogs were hot on the trail mak ing good time, and if you have never been In such a suspense as this just try getting on a prominent point overlooking the entrance to several small canyons and in hearing of a good pack of hounds —if you have any sporting blood in your veins it will surely come forth and make you feel for the time being that you are “lord of all you survey.” Things had begun to get interesting now as the dogs were getting nearer all the time and each of us expecting the bear to come down through the canyon where we were. Presently Louis heard something that sounded like the exhaust of an automobile, and he knew, just the moment he heard it, that it was the bear breathing, and a fat bear makes an awful breathing noise when tired and hot. Louis made a run over to a small point, as he knew the bear would come in through a small cut, because he could hear the rocks rolling off the side of the hill which was caused by the bear coming down in such haste. When being pursued by a pack of dogs and in close quarters a bear will not run down hill but Just puts his head down and forms himself In the shape of a ball and rolls down hill. Rocks half the size of a barrel were falling down these bluffs. Louis rounded the point just in time to Intercept Bruin and at a distance of about 30 feet let drive at him with his .30-30, hitting him in the heart. This did not stop him as he rolled and fell along for some 50 feet before stopping. Another shot brought him to a halt. About this time the dogs began to arrive and were pretty much all in, as a run of 6 or 7 miles through so rough a country will tire out the best of them. So back to the horses (a distance of about a mile) we started and after partaking of a lunch and a few minutes rest we were off to bring in the three deer and the bear to camp, as it was getting along about 2 p. m. and we did not want to get caught up in the mountains after dark. casions we had to walk and lead our horses so as to pass over some of the roughest places. The dogs finally stopped our pan ther and as I was ahead I located him first sitting on a rock upon the side of a big bluff, so, taking no chances as to his getting away, 1 let go at him, striking him in the stom ach. This shot knocked him off the rock but did not kill him. He rolled down among the dogs and business was good for a few minutes, but Mr. Pan ther was getting weak and could not hold out any longer, so turned in his checks. We measured him to be 8 feet 2 inches from tip to tip. Good size, don’t you think? Next morning Bob killed two fine bucks and I kill ed one. Louis and myself started up to top of the mountain, which only looked to be about a mile distant, but we were four hours going to the top. Here we had some great sport shooting black-tail deer, as they were plenti ful and one could get such good long range shots, which were the kind we wanted as they afforded the greater sport. Killing deer in this way was too easy, as they were plenti ful and could be had most any time. On the top and sides of these mountains one finds juniper trees covered with berries, white and red oak, two kinds of cedar and scrub oak or “shin ery,” besides numerous other trees. Wild pears seem to thrive there also. All the deer killed on these mountains were fat and as fine flavored meat as one could wish. After wandering around over these mountains till about 3 p. m. we decided to return to camp. We reached camp about 7 that SHE SUFFERED FIVEYEARS Finally Cured by Lydia E. 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Right Place. “Henry may be a bad student, but at least he is consistent.” “In what way?” “I caught him swearing over his profane history.” Easy to Understand. When Senator John E. Hessin and daughter of Manhattan were doing Europe and Asia last summer, says the Kansas City Journal, they took a mo tor boat ride on the Sea of Galilee. In the party was a New York minis ter. When the party had finished the ride the minister asked the boatman the amount of the bill. The boatman told him. It was exorbitant. “I can readily understand why Christ walked on the water here,” said the minister. No More Room. The railway carriage was crowded, but a very fat old gentleman who sat by the window calmly ignored the ominous looks of the passengers for taking up so much room. A boy selling buns poked his head in at the window and inquired: “Buns, sir?” The old gentleman was slightly deaf, and, not noticing the buns, thought the boy wanted a seat in the already packed carriage; so he remarked: “Full up, my boy! No more room inside!” A roar of laughter followed his re ply, and the old gentleman innocent ly wondered as to the cause of their merriment. —London Tit-Bits. RED. It’s the Red Blood Corpuscles That Proper Food Makes. An Ohio woman says Grape-Nuts food gave her good red blood and re stored the roses of youth to a com plexion that had been muddy and blotchy. She says: “For 10 years I had stomach trouble which produced a breaking out on my face. The doctors gave it a long Latin name, but their medicines failed to cure it. 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She followed my advice and in a short time was re stored to complete health and in about 8 months her weight increased from 100 to 148 pounds. “Our doctor, observing the effect of Grape-Nuts and Postum in our cases, declared, the other day, that he would hereafter prescribe these food prod ucts for gastritis.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a reason.” Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human Interest.