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, I , | ? __ _ _ _ BBWMMMMWW?????W??MH? UNI lewis m. grist, proprietor, j |nbepcnbenl Jamilg ^Ittospapcr: Jfor % Urontotion of tjje political, Social, ^griraltnral aait Commercial Interests of % JJontjj. |terms--$2.50 a tea?, in advance. / "VOL. 25. YOEKVILLE, S. C., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1879. NO. 48. ; ^elected fflftrg. THE OLD HOME. The wild birds sing, and the rivulet runs, So cheerfully round the spot Where the peaceful shades of the towering hills | Fall dim on my mother's cot. The windows are low and the thatch is low, And its old stone walls are gray? Oh ! I see it, I love it, where'er I go, That old home far away. The old clock ticks on the kitchen wall To tell the passing hours, And the woodbine is climbing round the cot, With its sweetly scented flowers. And the old arm-chair, so cosy and low, Where mother did knit each day? Oh ! I see it, I love it, where'er I go, The old home far away. My mother; I see her before me now, AnloAn in thAt old arm chair. With the sunshine tinging her wrinkled brow, That was once so smooUi and fair ; Her criinpled border, as white as the snow. And her dark-brown hair turned gray? Oh ! I see it, I love it, where'er I go, That old home far away. And there's the white cow on its homeward path, As it comes so quiet along; And the little maid with pail in her hand, Is singing that dear old song. And the frolicsome lambs in the barnyard Are gathering round to play? Oh! I eee it, I love it, where'er I go, The old home far away. Not all the pleasures the world can give, Nor riches of land or sea, Or the wealth and rank of earth's proud lords Can e'er estrange from me The roof that cover'd my dear mother's head, With the humble floor of clay? Oh! I see it, I love it, where'er I go, The old home far away. But alas she has gone where all must go, For we all shall pass away? Yea 1 even the cot that I love so well Will crumble and decay; For this earth is only a resting place. Its joys are only ours for a dayAll my pleasure of life has center'd in That old home far away. David Eadie. the ftorg Seller. SUT'S DADDY ACTIN6 HORSE, "Hole that ar hoss down tu the yeath." "He's a fixin fur the beavings." "He's & spreadin his tail feathers tu fly. Look out, j_ x.. __ .? .L?aigs, ii yuu ami ieuuy tu gu upaiuo. "Wo, Shavetail." "Git a fiddil; he's tryin a jig." "Say, Long Laigs, raised a power ove co'n didn't yu ?" "Taint co'n, hits redpepper." These and like expressions were addressed to a queer looking, loug legged, short bodied, small headed, white haired, bog eyed, funny ? sort of genius, fresh from some bench legged Jew's clothing store, mounted on "Tarpoke," a nick tailed, bow necked, long, poor, pale sorrel horse, half dandy, half devil, and enveloped in a perfect net work of bridle reiDS, crupper, martingales, straps, circingles, and red ferreting, who reined up in front of Pat Nash's grocery, among a crowd of mountaineers, full of fun, foolery, and mean whisky. This was Sut Lovingood. 1 "I say, you durn'd ash cats, jis keep yer 1 shuts on, will ye ? You neverseed a rale hoss 1 till I rid up; you's p'raps stole ur owned shod ] rabbits ur sheep, wif borrerd saddils on, but when you tuck the fus' begrudgin look jis now 1 at this critter, name Tarpoke, yu wer injoyin L a sight ove nex' tu the bes' ho3s what ever shelled nubbins ur toted jugs, an' he's es ded es a still wum, poor old lickytai! ! "Wo! wo! Tarpoke,yu cussediufurnel fidgety hide full ove hell tire, can't yu stan' still an listen while I'se a polishin yer karacter off es a mortul hoss tu these yere durned fools ?" Sut's tongue or his spurs brought Tarpoke into something like passable quietude while he continued: "Say yu, sura ove yu growin hogs make a re-mark jis' now about redpepper. i jis' wish tu say in a gineral way, thateny wurds cupliu redpepper an Tarpoke tugether am durn'd infurual lits." , "What killed Tickeytail, Sut?" asked an anxious inquirer after truth. "Why nuffin, you cussed fool; he jis' died so, standin up et that. Warn't that rale caststeel hoss pluck ? Yu see, he froze stiff; no, not that adzactly, but starved fust, an' froze arterards, so stiff that when dad an' me went tu lay him out an' we pushed him over, he stuck out jis' so, (spreadinghis arms and legs) like ontu a carpenter's bainch, and'we hed tu wait ni ontu seventeen days fur 'im tu thaw afore we cud skin 'im." k "Skin 'im ?" interrupted a rat-faced youth, whittling on a corn stalk, "I thot you wanted tu lay the hoss out." "The hell yu did. Ain't skinin the natral _ way ove layiu out a hoss, I'd like tu no ? See a yere, souey, j'u tell yer mam tu hev yu sot ^ back jis' bout two years, fur et the rate yu'se B| a climbin you stan's a powerful chance tu die K wif yer shoes on, an' git laid out hoss way, yu W dus." W The rat-faced youth shut up his knife aud subsided. "Well, thar we wer?dad, an' me, (counting on his fingers) an' Sail, an' Jake, (fool Jake we calls 'im for short), an' Jim, au' Phineass, an' Callimy Jane, an' Sharlottyann, an' me, an' Zodiack, an' Cashus Clay, an' Noah Dan Webster, an' the twin gals, (Castur ? and Pollox), an' me, an' Cathariu Second, an' Cleopatry Antony, an' Jane Barnum Lind, an' me, an' Benton Bullion, an' the baby what hain't named yet, an' me, an' mam her set, all let in the woods alone wifout ara ftoss tu crap wif." "Yu'se counted yersef five times, Mister Lovingood," said a tomato-nosed man in ragged overcoat. "Yas, ole Still-tub, that's jist the perporshun I bears in the faraerly fur dam fool, leavin out dad in course. Yu jis let me alone, an' be a thinkjn of gittin more hoops ontu yu. Yu's leakin no*?; see thar." Ha! ha ! from the crowd, and "Still tub" went into the doggery. "Warn't that a devil's own mess ove broth fur a 'spectabil white faraerly tu be sloshin about in ? I be durned ef I didn't feel sorter like 8tealin a hosa suratimes, an' I speck I'd a dun hit, but the stealin streak in the I*>vingoods, all run tu durned fool, an' the onvartus streak all run tu laigs. Jis look down the sides of this yere hoss, raos' tu the groun.' Du yu see em ? "Well, we waited, an' wished, an' rested, ; an' plan'd, an' wished, an' waited agin, ontil ! nigh ontu strawberry time, hopin sum stray j hoss might cum along; but dorg my cats, ef | eny sich good luck ever comes wifin reach ove whar dad is, he's so dod ratted mean, an' lazy, an' ugly, an' savidge, an' durn fool tu kill. "Well, one nite he lay awake .till cock-; crowin a snortiu, an' rollin, an' blowin, an' | shufflin, an' scratchin lusself, an' a whisperin ' at mam a heap, an' at breckfus' I found out j what hit meant. Says he, 'Sut, I'll tell you , what we'll du: I'll be hoss mysef, an' pull the : plow whilst yu drives me, an' then the 'Ole j Quilt' (he ment that fur mam), an' the brats ; ikin plant, an' tend, ur jis let hit alone, es they darn pleze; I aint a carein.' "So out we went to the pawpaw thicket, an' peeled a rite smart chance ove bark, an' mam and me made geers fur dad, while he sdt on the fence a look in at us, an' a studyin powerful. I arterards foun' out, he wer a studyin how tu play the karacter ove a hoss puffectly. "Well, the geers becuru him mitily, an' nuffin would du 'iin but he mus hev a bridil, so I gits a umereller brace?hit's a litil forked piece ove squar wire bout a font long, like a yung pitch-fork, yu uo?an twisted hit sorter intu a bridil bit, snaffil shape. Dad wanted hit made kurb, es he hedn't work'd fur a good I while, an' said he mout sorter feel his keepin, j an' go tu ravin an' cavortiu. | "Wheu we got the bridil fix'd ontu dad, don't yu bleve he sot iutu chompin hit jis like ! a rale hoss, an' tried tu bite me on the arm, The allers wer a mos' complicated durned ole fool, an' mam said so when he warn't about.) I put on the geers, an' while mam wer a tyin the belly ban', a strainin hit pow'rful tite, he drapt ontu his hans, sed 'Whay-a-a' like a mad hoss wud, an' slung his hind laigs at mam's hed. She step'd back a littil an' wer standin wif her arras crossed a restin em on her stumick, an' his heeltaps cum wi6n a inch ove her nose. Sez she, 'Yu plays hoss better nur yu dus husban.' He jis' run backwards on all-fours, an' kicked at her agin, an'?an' pawd the groun wif his fis. " 'Lead him off tu the field, Sut, afore he kicks or bites sumbody,' sez mam. I shoulder'd the gopher plow, an' tuck hole ove the Krt/til floH 1 pernor} hnolr Rlllkv. till I sed cluck, cluck, with ray tongue, then he started. When we cum tu the fence I let down the gap, and hit made dad mad ; he wanted tu jump hit on all-fours, hoss way. Oh, gerainy, what a durned ole fool kin cum tu ef he gins up tu the complaint. * "I hitched 'ira to the gopher, a watchin 'ira pow'ful clost, fur I'd seed how quick lie cud drap ontu his hauds an' kick, an' away we .went, dad leanin forard tu his pullin, an' we made rite peart plowin, fur tu hev a green hoss an' bark gears; he went over the sprouts an' bushes same as a rale hoss, only he traveled on two luigs. I were raitily hope up bout co'n ; I cud almos' see hit a cumin up; but thar's a heap ove whisky spilt twixt the counter an' the mouf, ef it hain't got but two foot to travil. 'Bout the time he wer beginin tu break sweat, we cum tu asassafrac bush an' tu keep up his karacter as a hoss, he buljed squar intu an' thru hit, tarin down a ball ho'nets nes' ni ontu es big as a hoss's hed, an' the whole tribe kivered him es quick es yu cud kiver a sick pup wif a saddil blanket, tie lit ontu his hands agin, an' kicked strait up onst, then he rar'd, an' fotch asqueal wus nur ara stud hoss in the State, an' sot in tu strait runnin away jis es natral es yu ever seed any uther skeer'd hoss du. I let. go the line an' holler'd, Wo! dad, wo! but yu mout jis' es well say Woa! tu a locumotum, ur Suke cow to a gal. "Gewhillitins! how he run: when he cum tu bushes, he'd clar the top ove era wif a squeal, gopher an' all. P'raps he tho't there might be another settlement ove ball ho'nets thar, an' hit were safer tu go over than thru, and quicker dun eny how. Every now and then he'd fan the side ove his hed, fust wif wun fore laig an' theu tuther, then he'd gin hissef a rounded slap what soundid like a waggin whip ontu the place whar the breechbands tetches a hoss, a running all the time, an' a kerrin that ar gopher jis 'bout es fas' __ c .1 .l ~ tiu us in iruiu me venui ca. cvci cujr guputi werekerried I'll swan. When he cum to the fence, he jis tore thru hit, bustin an' scatterin Di ontu seven panils wif lots ove broken rails. Rite yere he lef the gopher, geers, close, clevis an' swingletress, all mix'd up, an' not wuf a durn. Mos' ove his shut staid ontu the aind ove a rail, an' ni ontu a pint of ho'nets stop'd thar a stingin it all over; hits smell fooled 'em. The balance ou em, ni ontu a gallun, kep' on wif dad. He seemed tu run jis adzactly es fas' as a ho'net cud fly; hit were the litest race I ever seed, fur wun hoss tu git all the whipin. Down thru a saige field they all went, the ho'nets making hit look like thar wer smoke roun' dad's bald lied, an'he wif nuffin on the green yeath, in the way ove close, about im, but the bridil, au' ni ontu a yard ove plow line sailin behine, wif a tired out ho'net ridin on the pint ove hit. I seed that he wer airain fur the swiinin hole in the krick, whar the bluff am over twenty-five foot perpendicular tu the warter, an' hits ni ontu ten foot deep. "Well, tu keep up his karacter as a hoss, p'.urn thru, when he got tu the bluff he loped off, ur rather jis' kep on runnin. Kerslunge intu the krick he went. I seed the warter fly plum abuv the bluff from whar I wer. ' Now, rite thar, boys, he over-did the thing, ef actin hoss to the scribe wer what he wer arter ; fur thars nara hoss ever foaldid durn fool enuf tu lope over eny sich place; a cussed muel mout a dun hit, but dad warn't actin muel, tho'he orter tuck that karacter ; hits adzactly suited tu his dispersition, all but not brecdiu. I crept up tu the aidge, and peeped over. Thar wer dad's bald hed fur all the yeath like a peeled iuyin, a bobbin up an' down an' aroun, an' the ho'nets sailin roun tuckey buzzard fashun, an' every onst in a while, one, and sumtimes ten, wud take a dip at dad's bald head. He kep' up a rite peart dodging onder, sumtimes afore they hit him, an' sumtimes arterard, an' the warter were kivered wif drowned ball ho'nets. To look at hit from the top ove the bluff, hit were pow'ful inturestin, an' sorter funny; I wer on the bluff myself, mine yu. "Dud cudent see the funny part frum whar he wur, but hit seem'd tu be inturestin tu him frum the 'tenshun he wer payin tu the bisness ove divin an' cussin. "Sez I, 'Dad, ef yu's dun washin yersef, an' hes drunk enuff, less go back to our plowin, hit will soon be pow'ful hot.' 'Hot?hell!' sez dad ; 'hit am hot rite now. Don't (an onder went his hed) yer see (dip) these cussed (dip) infu?(dip) varmints arter me ?' (dip). 'What,'sez I, 'them ar hoss flies thar, that's nat'ral, dad ; you ain't raley fear'd ove them, is yu ?' 'Hoss flies! h?1 an' (dip) durnation!' sez dad, 'theyse rale ginui?(dip) ball ho'nets (dip)yu infuuel iguurantcuss!' (dip). 'Kick em?bite em?paw em?switch em wif yure tail dad,' sez I. 'Oh ! soney, soney, (dip) how I'll sweeten yure?(dip) when these (dip) ho'nets leave yere.' 'Y u'd better du the levin yursef dad,' sez I. 'Leave yere ! Sturn you d?n fool ! How (dip) kin f, (dip) when they won't (dip) let me stay (dip) atop (dip) ove the water even.' 'Well, dad, yu'l hev tu stay thar till nite, an' arter they goes to roos' yu cum home. I'll hev your feed in the troft redy ; yu won't need eny curryin tu-nite will yu ?' 'I wish (dip) I may never (dip) see tomorrer, ef I (dip) don't make (dip) haraestrings (dip) outer yure hide (dip) when I dus fdin"\ oritnnfon vero ' sf>7 dad 'Rettersav VU a j?> ? ?v J wish yu may never see anuther ball ho'net, ef yu ever play hoss agin,' sez I. "Them words toch dad tu the hart, an' I felt they mus' be my las, knowin dad's onmolified nater. I broke frum them parts, an' sorter cum over yere tu the copper mines. When I got tu the hous', 'Whars' yer dad ?' sez mam. 'Oh, he turu'd durn fool, an' run away, busted every thing tu cussed smash, an's in the swiraiu hole divin arter minners. Look out mam, he'll come home wif a angel's temper; better sen' fur sum strong man body tu keep him frum hugging yu tu deth. 'Law sakes!' sez mam ; 'I know'd he cudent act hoss for ten minutes wifout actin infunel fool, tu save his life.' "I staid hid out ontil nex' arterncon, an' I seed a feller a travelin.' Sez I, 'How de do, mister? What wer agwine on at the cabin this side the crick, when yu passed tliar?' 'Oh ! nuthin much, only a pow'ful fat man wer a lyin in the yard ontu his belly, wif no shut on, an' a 'oman were a greasin of his shoulders an' arms outen a gourd. A pow'ful curious, vishus, skeery lookin cuss he is tu b'shure. His head am as big es a wash pot, an' he hasent the fust durn sign ove an an eye?jist two black slits. Is thar much small pox roun yere?" 'Small hell!' sez I, 'no sir.' 'Been much fightin in this neighborhood lately ?' 'Nun wuf speakin ove,' sez I. He scratched his head?'Nur French measils?' 'Not jis clost,' sez I. 'Well, do yu know what ails that man back thar?' 'Jist gittin over a vilent attack ove dam fool,' sez I. 'Well, who is he, eny how?' I ris tu my feet, and straiched out my arm, an' sez I, "Strainger, that man is my dad.' He looked at my laigs an' personel feeters a moment, an' sez he, 'Yas, dam ef he aint.' "Now, boys, I haint seed dad since, an' I dusent Irev much appetite tu see him fur sum time tu cum. Less all drink ! Yere's luck tu the durned old fool, an' the ho'nets, too. Ipscfllatteflus gkatUttij. THE CLEMENT ATTACHMENT. [Col. Farrow In Spartanburg Hcrnld.J Wn nnirl a biiirriort Tnait. tn Westminister. IT d ?s(41v* ( uuiiivu t ?v?w 1 Oconee county, on the Air Line Road, a few days ago, to see the "New Profess Yarn Mill," known as the "Clement Attachment," for spinning yarn from seed cotton. We had heard and read so much about this wonderful invention that we had a great curiosity to see it, and we were well paid for our trip. Mr. J. V. Stribling, the leading spirit of this enterprise, was not at home, being absent attending the Georgia State Fair, but his brother, Mr. W. J. Stribling, who is "a host within himself," took charge of us and drove ua out to the factory, and he and the superintendent, a young man "going on 20 years" ot age, showed us around and explained to us the machinery and its practical workings very satisfactorily. The factory is situated on a branch of Choestoe creek, two miles from Westminister, in Oconee county, on the Air-Line Railroad. It is a plain, cheap building, just such as the ordinary flour and grist mills through the country, and contained the following machinery : One cotton cleaner, one Clement attachment, one 36 inch Wellman top flat card, one four delivery Danforth drawing frame, one 12 bobbin Danforth speeder, two Danforth spinning frames, 132 spindles, one bunch press, and one bale press. Most of it is old and second-hand machinery, and cost $2,500. The building and other improvements cost $1,200; making the total investment, $3,700. The capacity of the factory is only 150,000 pounds of seed cotton. They employ the superintendent, the lad "going on twenty years," seven girls and one boy, with the following results for twelve months: LIABILITIES. 150,000 pounds seed cotton at 3 cents $4,500 00 Operating and contingent expenses 1,500 00 Total $6,000 00 RESOURCES. 46,000 pounds yarn at 16 cents $7,360 00 3,600 pounds waste 145 00 3,000 oushels cotton seed 450 00 Total $7,955 00 Net profit ?1,955 00 This factory is owned by four farmers and is operated on a small stream affording only about six-horse power. By increasing the power and machinery to greater capacity, ot course the expenses would be reduced and the profits increased. The "Clement Attachment" is simply attaching the principle of the ordinary cottongin to the carding machine in such a way that the lint cotton, as Boon as separated from the seed, passes directly on the cards and comes out in the shape of sliver. The rest ot the process is the same, and the machinery the same as in any other factory, and there is no reason why just as fine thread may not be spun by a factory of this kind with fine machinery of the latest improvements as can be spun in any factory. We brought some of the sliver and the thread home with us that shows for itself. The great saving by the "Clement Attachment" is in doing away with the expense ot gins, gin-houses, presses, &c. The seed cotton, just as it comes from the field, is put right into the hopper of a cotton cleaner and passes right on into the attachment, and then right on the cards as stated above, coming out in the form of sliver. The cost of the ginhouses in this county w#uld be more than enough to pay for the erection of one of these factories in every neighborhood of threS or four farms, if the farmers would only club together and build them. By dispensing with lint-rooms it decreases the risk of fires. It saves the expense of bagging, ties, &c. It saves the expense of handling the cotton by speculators and paying freights, storage, &c. It would give employment to labor at home. It will force capitalists to bring factories to the cotton fields, and, what is better than all, the Yankees can't cheat us out of it, for it can't be utilized at the North, as they have no seed cotton.' We are delighted with it, and firmly believe that it will revolutionize the whole cotton business and enable the South to hold the balance of power in handling the cotton crop. We hope at no distant day to see these New Process Yarn Mills dotting all the streams of the South, affording employment for skilled labor, which will start the South upon a new departure of peace and prosperity. [Bill Arp in Atlanta Constitution.] I have been greatly honored. Some of the luminaries of your lightning city invited me to excurt with them to the pleasant village of Westminister and see the Clement attachment. When I reached your town, I found the Grant boom a booming around among the Democrats like Japhet in sehrch of a father, but nobody seemed quite ready to acknowledge the bastard. Forty men asked me in a whisper what I thought of it, and looked like they were afraid somebody would hear 'em. . "Who is the daddy of the orphan ?" said I to Grady, one of the editors of the Constitution. "Nobody," said he. "General Grant, sir, is the nation's ward." "Are you afraid of him ?" said I. "By no means," said he. "Tilden is not dead yet. I am for Tilden, but if they take up Grant and Lochraue, then I'm for Lochrono T wrmlrl rnt.liflr spfl him Vine-Presi dent than anybody, and when he is elected I'm going to do like Tom Howard did when Colquitt was elected Governor. I'm going to sell out everything I've got in the world and throw myself in his arms." "Dear Loch?I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do." "What will he do for you ?" said I. "Do! why anything?everything," said he. ."More than I could ask or think about. He'd make me Minister to England, charge d'Affairs to France, Ambassador and Consul to half a dozen kingdoms. He would consolidate the whole business into one grand syndicate and put me at the head of it. I'm running Tilden on one ticket and Lochrane on the other. General Gordon is runuiug Bayard, and the Constitution is for the Democratic nominee, and they are all our frieuds. Lie low and keep still, William Arp. If we pool our freight we are bound to win. Don't you see ?" "I see," said I, "as through a glass darkly, but I'm going to stick to the old ship. She hasn't sprung a leak as yet. Let 'em take to the life-boat if they want to, but they'll never git to shore. If that ship does go down I'll take my chances on a hen-coop." "How are you Arp," says Colonel Howard, "and what do you think of the Grant boom ?" "I've swore off," says I. "I'm not dealing in political futures. My wife, Mrs. Arp, has delicately turned my attention to material interests, and I'm going to see the Clement attachment." "Who are going with you?" said he. "Well, there's Howell and Grady, and General Gordon, and Grady, and Mr. Kimball, and Judge Henderson, and Grady, and Mr. Bell, and Mr. Anderson, and Henry Grady." "A very respectable mob of rural rioters," said he. "Well, that's right. Mrs. Arp is right. Let Grant alone. He's a dambitious wan and wants to be King, but the Lord reigus. Attend to your farm. Get you a pair of elephants and sub-soil your land three or four feet deep. Get a Clement gin and put it in your parlor for the girls to play on in inclement weather. Improve your stock. Buy some native goats and cross 'em with a hydraulic ram. It will harden him and improve the butter." An old gentleman called in to see Judge Henderson, and after opening half a dozen papers, all wrapped up inside of one another, drapped a curious looking bug on the table. "What's that?" said he. The Judge swelled up to his capacity, and said he: "This department, sir, is not running the buggy business. You will please remove the horrible ins set." Uolonei .a. very iook puy on ineuiau, and looking solemnly under his spectacles, says he: "That, sir, is the genuine eutomaphigan parasite ithat destroyed the cotton crop in the island of Kamskatchky during the volcanic period, and from thence migrated to the Caribean sea. It is remarkable for having its ante-knees behind and its hind-knees before." The old gentleman seemed gratified and retired in good order. Next morning at 4 we took the Air-Line train. The day opened splendidly. The mountain air was pure aid bracing. The scenery grand, lovely and peculiar. Everybody was in a happy mood, for they had left all care and dignity behind, and were bent on having a laughing, happy day in the society of hills and vnles ai.d rippling streams and fields and woods, and falling leaves. That's the way to talk it. "Good bye, Atlanta," says Grady, "we won't be gone long. Boys, she is the greatest town in the world for her size. She's got more solid vim and never-dying boom ; more brains and money and self-reliance ; she's got the Governor and the Supreme Court, and the Federal Court and the Legislature, and two United States Senators and a half dozen members of Congress, and two Mayors. Why, sir, there was a Macon man got drunk yesterday., and Mayor Huff took him up and tried him in the car shed and fined him ten dollars and costs. But Huff totes fair with Macon. He sent the money down there to be put to the charity fund to keep his people from suffering." For the first time in years our party saw the sun rise in all his glory and gazed with rapture as he dispersed the morning mists and smiled upon a world just waking out ol sleep. Copyright on that. Mr. Thrower, the engineer, invited us to a deck passage on his Vrnt tliora irocn't rnnm onfl snhp.Pllsh gU^IUV) UUW VUVIW IIIWU V ?vrvr>Mj * ? vv ? ioned us up on the tender behind and away we went flying through narrow cuts and over frightful hills, reeling around the curves and trembling across the bridges. With humble heroism we clung to our perilous positions, for no man was willing to be the first deserter from his post. "I feel like Casibianca," said Dr. Lawton. "That engineer's life must be a very heroic one," said Grady. Howell sunk low on his cushions as he said, "Suppose we should run upon a cow just around one of these curves?' "I expect it would knock her day lights out," said Grady. "I wasn't thinking so much about myself," said Howell, "but then a feller's sudden death might " "Embarrass the Constitution," said Grady ; "but just think what a splendid sensation it would be for the paper." Arriving at the pleasant village of Westminister, we found conveyances awaiting us and proceeded overland to Mr. Stribbling's. Grady hollowed and whooped all the way like an escaped lunatic. If a squirrel ran across the road it threw him into conniptions. "Just look at his little tail. Yonder he goes?watch him, watch him, watch him? bless his little heart. Don't you wish you could run up a tree that way." He bounced over into a field after a watermelon, but came back disgusted and said it was nothing but 1 1 ' <*r? ij ; j L. nT 4. ail oici cisiern. "jDoys, saiu ne, a waut lu see a country girl a spinning. I've always wanted to see a pretty little country girl standing up by the wheel and making it june." Mr. Stribbling and his younger brother received us gladly. They are gentlemen ot good education, good manners and address. Ingenious and industrious; tbey have been for eighteen months quietly running their factory away off in the woods, three miles from the railroad?making about ten dollars a day and giving pleasant employment to a few poor girls. It is a slow business and a little business, but is simple and comes within reach of a great many of our substantial farmers. A common country gin will lint from 6ve to six bales a day, but it takes this one three days to gin one. The saws are very small and only half an inch apart, and run slowly so as to give the carder time to do its work. The lint is taken clean from the seed, coming off straight nnd smooth, every fibtr in parallel lines and the staple unbroken. The attachment does not spin it, but only cards and puts the lint into sliver ready for the spinning jennies, which are the same as in other factories. The yarn from this sliver is certainly strong, even and beautiful. It ought to be better than yarn made from crushed and tangled cotton taken from compressed bales, whether it is or not. There is no gushing fortune in the business; no 100 per cent nor 50, but it seems to be a solid, substantial investment for the farmers of our country, and will add 25 per cent, to the value of our cotton crop. Mr. Kimball is a close observer and has experience in manufacturing the great staple. Judge Henderson, of the Agricultural Bureau, knows all about gins. Old Mr. Howell is a millwright, and a machinist of large experience. I gathered from them a favorable verdict upon this new enterprise after they had thoroughly examined and considered its operations. "This machine," said Mr. Kimball, "has no striking advantage over our cotton factories as a process of turning cotton into thread, but I would rather have a hundred thousand dollars invested in them than in a factory. It would be better for me and for the planter and the country at large." "With these ma crimes,' SRin Ltr. j-iawiun, - as a oouuieru iudustry, and the Christian Index as a moral civilizer, the South would rise up from its ashes in a very few years." "And the Constitution as a cliffuser of useful knowledge," said Evan Howell; "I am going to put up one on my farm." "Your farm?" said Grady, "your farm! why there aint room for it. You haven't got two acres on your whole plantation, and halt of that is gullies. I can carry off all your level ground in a basket. You stuck your farm, as you call it, right on Joe Brown's road, just to get your old auction cattle run over at fifty dollars a head. Before Brown put up them barbed wires, your income from dead cows would have supported my family. I'm telling you a fact now, boys. Oue day I was in the Governor's office, when Evan came in and says he: 'Governor, you killed a cow for me last night..' 'Another valuable Durham, I suppose,' said the Governor; "but, Mr. Howell, I've quit paying fifty dollars a head for them; I'm paying only twenty-five now.' Well, Howell, took the money, and as we came out together says he: 'I offered to sell the old broken horn thing yesterday for fifteen dollars, and I'm glad now the feller didn't take her.' Fact, every word of it." While Howell was hastily cutting a thrash pole near by, Grady took a rapid stroll over the hill to fiud-a spinning girl. After eating up Mr. Stribbling's turnip patch we returned to the village, where a sumptuous dinner awaited us. Half of our number had to wait for the second table, but Grady was prompt at the first round. Taking the head of the table, he began on a roast pig that was smoking before him. Diligently he continued his exercises through both courses, to the amazement of our landlord, a good old Baptist, by the name of King. Why he made the rest of us pay and let Grady off is still a conundrum, but by the time Jim McCool came thundering by to take us home, that pig had drawn Grady's fire and was dancing a cotillion within his corporate limits. With difficulty we got him aboard the train, where he curled himself up in a knot and griaved us with groanings that cannot be described. General Gordon gave him some peppermint, ? ? J i ? J i /v JihanI Uio ?Hflti f mn 4a tftllU UUltra u icu iu uivci I mo abicutivu iu Tilden, Lochrane and Atlanta and the spin* ning^irl, but to no use. He was thoroughly subdued. At. Toccoa City we were magnificently entertained by Cousin John Thrasher, who plied us with good things until we had to beg off. Jim McCool said every man should eat all he wanted if it took all night. He cared for us and Grady most kindly, and about eleven o'clock 1 threw myself into Mr. Miller's arms at the "Markham" and he tenderly placed me in my little bed. Yours, BillArp. 4 NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. STORY OF A MAN WHO GUARDED THE GREAT NAPOLEON. In Fulton county, Ga., there is now living an old man who enjoys the distinction of having guarded Napoleon during his short captivity on the Bellorophon previous to his departure for St. Helena. Mr. Gregg, for that is the name of the old man, is now eightyfive years of age, but he is still in the enjoyment of good health, and his memory seems to be unimpaired. In the course of a conversation with thp veteran some time ago, a few facts were elicited which will doubtless be oi interest to the many admirers of the French emperor. Gregg, according to his statement, was one of the British marines on the Bellorophon. After the Emperor Napoleon, or General Bonaparte as he was studiously called by tbe officers of the vessel, came on board and surrendered himself to Captain Maitland, claiming the hospitality of England, he was assigned a cabin and one of the marines was always on duty at the door. This post fell to Gregg's lot a number of times, and he soon began to feel a friendly interest in the illustrious prisoner. "How did Napoleon look and act?" I asked. "He was the grandest looking man I ever saw," replied Gregg. "He had a splendid head, dark brown hair, and a face like marble. His eyes were a light blue, and when in high spirits his smile was the sweetest imaginable." "He was cheerful at all times, was he?" "Oh, yes; sometimes he would speak to me and to the common sailors as pleasantly as you please. He would utter a few words in English, and then ask if what he said was correct, and when we would point out his mistakes as well as we could, he would laugh like a boy; and then he would turn the tables by picking flaws in our French. Oh, he was a rare one, sir ?" "Always in u good humor, then ?" "Well, no, sir. Sometimes he was very blue, and then again he would get mad, and, Lord, sir 1 how he would swear 1" "Swear!" The great Napoleon swear!" "Yes, sir; that he did! He would swear by the hour at anybody or anything that crossed his path." "How did he pass his time ?" I queried. "He read some, and talked with the officers a good deal, and then he was very fond ot pacing the deck. Sometimes he would shut himself up in his cabin all day, but generally he was walking about, noticing everything. Nothing seemed to escape him, and he was in the main very willing to talk to anybody that came along. Sometimes he was very unassuming, and then again considering his position as a prisoner, and all that, it did look as if he was a little too haughty." "Did he ever appear at all cowed ?" "Cowed ! Not a bit of it. Why, sir, he walked the deck as though he owned the vessel and everybody on it. He would get blue and mad, as I said before, but he always carried himself grandly, and everybody, from the captain down, showed him the greatest possible respect. In fact, we all took a liking to him, and that's the truth about it." "What was Napoleon's height, as near as you could guess ?" "Well," replied old Gregg, meditatively, "they tell me that he was a little man, but I did not think so when I saw him. It was because I was a raw youth, I suppose, and the sight'of the greatest man in the world's history dazzled me. But then his manner was always so dignified and impressive that we never thought of his small stature." "What was the opinion of those on the Bellerophon in reference to the Emperor's future ?" "Why, sir, we all thought he would be received as England's guest, and by some provision in the treaty be allowed a pension, on condition of not again taking up arms. We had no idea of anything else, and, sir, our men shed tears of humiliation when they learned that Bonaparte was not to be permitted to land on English soil?they did, sir, and our officers, too, were a good deal ruffled? they felt that the British government was [ doing something that was mean, petty and malicious." "And you think that your prisoner was the greatest man in the world's history ?". "I do," said Gregg, positively. "I have read and heard a great deal about the man, and more than that, I have seen him?I knew him, and it was impossible to come in contact with him without recognizing his immeasurable superiority over other men whom the world has called great." This ended the conversation, and it seemed to your correspondent that the sight of this old soldier, with his animated description of old days, had the effect of bringing the distant past nearer and making it more tangible ; at least it made Bonaparte appear more like a real human figure and less like a mythological being.? Conyera (Oa.,) correspondence of the Detroit Free Press. Piutes Shopping in Denver.?I was cunnnnnt, tn wntr>h R nftrt.v of Utes CO 1 1UUO tuuu^ii wv iimwvm ? j j q shopping a few days ago. They had been to a photographer's, and each one carried a tintype of a villainous looking Indian, at which he proudly gazed and grunted, "that me." When the purchases had been made, the braves majestically gave orders to the squaws to go packing; so tugging away at the bags of flour, the women got the ponies laden, either by their own efforts alone, or with an occaisional lift from some good natured bystander. When everything was ready for defiarture, the loving wife would get down on lands and knees, and the brave would step upon her back into the saddle, give his pony a lash, with a gayly decorated raw-hide, and ride off; leaving the squaw to follow as best she could. One of the squaws handled her bags with such a superior display of muscle and vim, that a burly miner standing by was struck with admiration, and offered to purchase her. "Yes, I sell, good squaw, sixteen dollars," was the reply of her lord. "No, I'll give eight dollars," said the miner. "Too much little,'' grunted the Ute, giving good squaw and good pony alike a cut with his whip, and without further parley galloping off.? Correspondence of the Graphic. INGERSOLL ON ALCOHOL* Colonel Robert Ingersoll was lately employed in a case which involved the manufacture of ardent spirits, and in his speech to the jury he used the following language: "I am aware there is a prejudice against any man engaged in the manufacture of alcohol. I believe from the time it issues from the coil and poisonous worm in the distillery, until it empties into the hell of death, dishonor and crime, that it is demoralizing to every body that touches it, from the source to where it ends. I do not believe that any body can contemplate the subject without being preju diced against the crime. All we have to do is to think of the wrecks on either side the stream of death, of suicides, of the insanity, of the poverty, of the destruction, cf the little children tugging at the breast, of weeping and despairing wives asking for bread, of the man of genius it has wrecked, the man struggling with imaginary serpents, produced by this devilish thing; and when you thmfc ot the jails, of the almshouses, of the asylums, of the prisons and of the scaffolds on either bank, 1 do not wonder that every thoughtful man is prejudiced against the vile stuff called alcohol. Intemperance cuts down youth in its vigor, manhood in its strength, and age in its weakness. It breaks the father's heart, bereaves the dotiug mother, and extinguishes natural affection, erases conjugal love, blots out filial attachment and blights parental hope, and brings premature age in sorrow to the grave. It produces weakness, not strength; sickness, not health; death, not life. It makes wives widows, children orphans, fathers fiends, and all paupers. It feeds rheumatism, nurses gout, welcomes epidemics, invites cholera, imports pestilence, and embraces consumption. It covers the land with misery, idleness and crime. It engenders controversies, fosters quarrels and cherishes riots. It crowds your penitentiaries and furnishes victims to the scaffold. It is the blood of the gambler, the element of the burglar, the prop of the highway-man, and the support of the midnight incendiary. It countenances the liar, respects the thief, esteems the"blasphemer. It violates obligations, reverences fraud, honors infamy. It defames benevolence, hates love, scorns virtue and innocence. It incites the father to butcher his helpless offspring, and the child to grind the parricidal axe. It burns up men, consumes women, detests life, curBes God and despises Heaven. It suborns witnesses, nurses perfidy, defiles the jury box and stains the judical ermine. It bribes voters, disqualifies voters, corrupts elections, pollutes our institutions, and endangers the Government. It degrades the citizen, debases the legislator, dishonors thestateman and disarms the patriot. It brings shame, not honor; terror, not safety; despair, not hope; misery, not happiness; and with the malevolence of a fiend, calmly surveys its frightful desolation, and unsatiated with havoc, it poisons felicity, kills peace, ruins morals, wipes out national honor, then curses the world and laughs at its ruin. It does that and more?it murders the soul. It is the sum of all villainies, the father of crimes, the mother of all abominations, the devils best friend and God's worst enemy." * ?+ THE HOMESTEAD MUDDLE. A statement has been circulated in the up country to the effect that the Supreme Court has decided that, while the Homestead law protects the growing crops of an insolvent land owner, it does not protect the crops of a tenant. This apparent discrimination between rich and poor, created quite an excitement in AndersoD, Oconee and Pickens, and even caused some hard things to be said about the Democratic party. We were satisfied, of course, that the Supreme Court decision, whatever it was, rested squarely on the law, and that the Democratic party ought not to be blamed for the operation of laws which it had not enacted. There was no doubt also that the Legislature would promptly amend thelaw, unless Constitutional restrictions stood in the way. The first thing, however, to be done, before saying anything about the decision of the Court, was to find out what the decision really was. The alleged case was that of Spence vs. Harmon. We have obtained a copy of the decision, and, on examination, find that it simply reaffirms the doctrine laid down in Duncan vs. Barret, i. e. that, the Legislature has no Dower to extend the Homestead exemption to any other articles than those enumerated in the Constitution. In Duncan vs. Barrett, the Circuit Court had discharged a rule against the sheriff for a failure to enforce an execution against personal property consisting of cotton in Dales, seed cotton and corn, the defendant claiming that they were exempt from levy under the provisions of the Act of March 13, 1872, (15 Stat. 229, Sec. 9.) he being an agricultural laborer. The case turned on the constitutionality of the Act under which defendant claimed exemption. There was no doubt that, under the Act, the property under dispute would have been exempt from levy and sale, but it was not exempt under the Constitution, and the Court held that the Legislature had no power to extend the exemption beyond the descriptions of property named in the Constitution. The argument of the Court is, that the Constitution, in naming as exempt certain descriptions of property, intended to limit the power of the Legislature in exempting the property of debtors from levy and sale to those particular classes of property, and that the Act in question was a violation of such limitation. It will thus be seen that the ownership of the land was not in any way an element of the decision, and it is difficult to imagine how the decision, except with mischievous intent, could have been spoken of as "holdifig that persons not owning real estate and having a homestead thereon, are entitled to no exemption' from levy and sale of their crops and personal property under execution for debt."?Charleston News and Courier, 18th instant. How the Stock Law is Working.?it is gratifying to hear how the practical effects ot the new stock law have changed the minds ot a large majority of those who at first bitterly opposed it. A very reliable farmer, living in a township that voted largely against it two years ago, called at our office last week and assured us that if a vote was now taken in that township, the law would be carried by a decided majority. He named a number of colored men who had changed their opinions and were now among its strongest advocates. He further told us that the difference in the quality and condition of the stock was very marked as he passed over the Union line into Spartanburg county. On the Spartanburg side the cattle looked as if they had no owners?"lean, lank and lousy,"?(his own words) while on the Union side they looked "sleek, fat and lazy." And he is not the only man, by many, who have told us the same things about the "stock law," and how it is fast growing in favor, particularly among the tenants and laboring class. Notwithstanding this, there are some few who will not be convinced, and are advocating the repeal of the law. They and their stock have been "running wild so long that it will require much time and patience to tame them. As to repealing the law, that is out of the question. It is easy and cheap enough to pull down a fence, but it takes hard work, time and money to build it up again. During the time the law has been in operation, one-half, if not more, of farm fences have either rotted or been pulled down, and it would be an outrage upon that largeand re spectable class of progressive farmers, who readily complied witn the law, if the Legislature, by repealing it, compelled them to go to the trouble ana expense of putting their farm fences up again. Wherever the law has been properly tested, it has made converts of nearly all its worst enemies; and, as a proof of its good effects, the farmers right across the Ilmon line are doing all in their power to have the law extended to their county.? Union Timet. FAINTING. Fainting is so common with some persons, particularly women, and the cause is so little understood by non-professional people, that some knowledge of the subject often proves valuable. Faintness consists in a temporary failure of the activity of the heart, the blood not being properly circulated in consequence. Although it does not reach the head, the sufferer loses all clearness of vision,-and if not prevented may fall, the fall, not unfreauentlv restoring the normal condition. there is no convulsion, and though he?more probably she?can hardly be called conscious, he is not so profoundly unconscious as to be incapable of arousal, as happens in epilepsy. There are all degrees of faintness, from merely looking faint and looking somewhat pale, to positive and complete swooning. In some cases, one faint is no sooner cured than another and another succeed, hour after hour, even day after day. It is scarcely necessary to say that such cases Are serious and need prompt treatment. The causes are various. Some persons are so easily affected that they swoon if they cut their fingers or see any one bleed. There defence is over-sensative nerves and weak muscular fibre. The heart i* essentially a muscle, which is feeble in some, strong in others?feeble generally in women and strong in men. Whatever weakens the heart and muscles commonly produces faintness, close, foul air being an active cause. Whatever greatly affects the nerves, such as bad news or the sight of the disagreeable or horrible, may induce a swoon; and loss of blood is another and a serious incitement. Sound health, naturally accompanied by firm nerves and muscles, is the best preventive of faintness. The majority of vigorous men go through all kinds of severe and painful experiences without fainting, while aelicate men and women swoon at trifles. American women, who used to faint continually? in crowds, at bad news, at scenes of distress? now faint comparatively seldom; and the fact is ascribed to their relinquishment, for the most part, of the habit of lacing, to their increased exercise in the open air, and their better physical condition. Not one American woman faints to-day where, thirty years ago, twenty-five women fainted, and the diminution of the disorder, alwayB the result of direct causes, is an unmistakable evidence which other things corroborate, of the marked amelioration of the health of the highly organized, extremely sensitive, bat flexible and enduring women of our complex race. How not to Tike Cold.?Warm muf flers worn about the neck do not protect vou against cold, but, on the contrary, renders you extremely liable to take cold as soon as you take them off*. They make the throat tender. Ladies ought to wear warmer flannel under-clothing than they now do, if one m^y ** judge from the articles one sees hanging m show windows of the shops. People take cold from inhaling cold air through their mouths, oftener, perhaps, than by any other way.. Ladies dress themselves up in heavy furs, go riding in their carriages and when they get home wonder how they got the cold. It was by taking in the cold open air and thus exposing the mucous membranes of the throat The best protection under such circumstances was to keep the mouth shut If people must keep their mouths open in a chilly atmosphere, they ought to wear a filter. Above all, be careful of jour feet in cold damp weather. Have thick soles on your shoes, and if caught in a rain which lasts so long as to wet through your shoes, despite the soles, put on dry stockings as soon as you get home.?Dr. Beverly Robinson, New York. t&* It is death in Lapland to marry a maid without the consent of her parents or friends. 1 When a young man has formed an attachment to a female, the fashion is tb appoint their friends to meet to behold the two young {>arties run a race together. The maid is slowed, in starting, the advantage of a third part of the race, so that it is impossible, except willing of herself, that she should be overtaken. If the maid outruns her suitor, the matter is ended; he must never have her, it being penal for the man to renew the notion of marriage. But if the virgin has an affection for him, though at first she runs hard to try the truth of his love she will (without Atalanta's golden balls to retard her speed) pretend some casualty, and make a voluntary halt before she cometh to the mark or end of the race. Thus none are compelled to marry acainst their own wills ; and this is the cause that in this poor country the married people are richer in their own contentment than in other lands, where so many forced matches make feigned love, and cause real unhappiness. Don't Grow Old too Fast.?No, don't. Try to keep your sympathies fresh, and your interest in little things active. Don't be afraid of nonsense, or hesitate to take part in it. Remember that you were young once, and tolerate the crudities of youth. Yes, do more than tolerate, try to understand, and don't be impatient if the young eyes fail to see things just as you see them. Gray hairs and wrinales you cannot escape, but you need not grow old in feeling unless you choose. And so long as your age is only on the outside, you will win confidence from the young, and find your life all the brighter for contact with theirs. But you have too many grave thoughts, too many weighty anxieties and duties, too much to do, to make this trifling possible, you say. The very reason my friend, why you should cultivate fun, nonsense, lightness of heart?because you need them so i i ? -A AI-L: >? mucn, Decause you are weary wiui iiiiuaiug. Then do try to be young, even if you have to be foolish in so doing. 165"Some years since there was a case in New Hampshire where a train left the rails and went down a steep bank. Among the injured was a farmer, who soon after received a call from the company's attorney, with a. view to "settle." The lawyer said he wanted to do the fair thing, expressed his confidence that the injured man would expect nothing more, and asked what amount would satisfy him. "Let's see," said the farmer, "how far did I fall?" "About twenty-six feet, I think," answered the attorney. "Suppose we say a dollar afoot /" timidly suggested the farmer,"would that be too high ?" That case was settled then and there.?Boston Transcript. ? An Illegal Vote,?In the last election in Nevada, as usual in that country, several dead persons took part in the vote. That is to say, politicians caused a number of nonelectors to vote in the place of men who had died, but whose names had not been erased from the voting-lists. As one of these illegal voters approached the ballot box, a little Irishman stepped forward and announced that be challenged the vote. "For what reason?" demanded the judge of the election. "For what reason ?" echoed the Irishman; "Tom Riley is buried in the Foorth wahrd, and ye're, after votin' him in the Third) begorra I"