The Anderson intelligencer. (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, November 13, 1873, Image 1
-_??.-?-?--. -
HOYT & OO.v Proprietors. ~ ANDERSON C. EL, S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 13, 1873. VOLUME IX.?NO. 19,
A SHOT FOR LITE.
. Where the Kentucky river cuts its way
through the mountains, having upon; either
bank-bold, rugged cliffs, that lift their summi ts
fixe hundred and a thousand feet, as the case.
ni2y: U>e,' above stream,'. there lived in early,
times a settler by the name of Rufus Branson,
who with his wife a^d'little child, a charming
young girl of some eight or nine years of age,
occupied the rude cabin at the base of the prec?
ipice a little back from the river.
Although greatly exposed to danger, the In?
dians at that time being very plentiful through?
out-, the region, he managed to live quietly for
several years.
The Indians frequently visited the rude home
of the hunter, and being always welcomed and
provided with such food a^ was in the larder,
they "maintained a friendly attitude. Especial?
ly were they fond of the chi.'d Maggie, and
more than .one fierce warrior had been seen sit?
ting Outhecgrass iu front, of the-^abin, listen?
ing-to. the pmldish prattle of the li'tie one, or
else engaged in making her some toy or play?
thing from willow twigs or pliant bark.
In ibis mannet several years had been pass?
ed,-and Rufus Branson came to feel as secure
as though be was within the walls of a frontier
fort. One evening Branson and his wife were
seated near the doorway, when suddenly a
sh&dovr fell across the threshold, and the next
moment a tall savage, whose reeling step and
bloodshot eyes told that he was intoxicated, sp-i
peared, aud staggeriug to the log steps threw j
himself upon them. His first demand was for i
fire water, which was of course refused on the
?round there was none in the house. The In
ian became cross and ugly, and declared with
terrible oaths that if the liquor was not pro?
duced he would murder the whole household.
Branson was a brave, determined man, and
although he dreaded the necessity, yet he saw
he would be compelled to take prompt steps to
prevent the savage from executing his threat.
Waiting until the warrior had made a demon?
stration, which he soon did by attempting to
draw his tomahawk, Branson sprang at him,
knocked him down with a blow of his fist, and
then quietly disarmed and bound him where
he lay. After a few moments of furious ravings
and futile -efforts to free .himself, the savage
rolled over and sank into a drunken sleep. He
did not awake until the next morning, but be?
fore' he did so the settler had quietly removed
his bonds and restored .the weapons, which he
laid by the sleeper's j side. The savage, on
awakening, rose slowly to his feet, felt his
wrists, as though the thongs had left a feeling
there, took up his weapons and,~witbout speak?
ing a wprd^ ieffcand disappeared in the timber
near by.
"What do you think ofthat?" asked the
wife, turning to her husband with a frightened
look.
"Pshaw! Don't trouble your head about the
drunken brute answered-the-settler, lightly ;
but as heTturned -away -and stepped into- the
door he muttered.
"Like.it? Well, not much. The fellow
must be watched. I was hopes that he would
not have remembered, but that lump whore
my fist' landed was enough, if nothing else,
to recall the circumstances."
The^Suoimer passed, and they, saw ?. thci r
drunken guest no more. He failed to make his
appearance. But as the leaves began to fall, the
settler one day, while returning from hunting
oil the hills, and passing through a dense piece
of timber not far from the house, caught sight
of a figure lurking in the bushes, but quickly
disappeared when he advanced to where it was.
The figure was that of, an Indian warrior, and
Branson would have sworu that it was the Iu
dian warrior whom he had knocked down and I
bound the previous Spring. The news was not
in any way comforting, aud hence he did not
tell his wife of his discovery. .
It would only alarm her, he thought, and
without,..perhaps, auy good result. He aim
ply' told her that he/had discoved bear tracks
near by, and that she and the child must stay
withiu or close to the house during his ab?
sence.
Several days afterwards, Rufus Branson
heard his dogs in the timber down by the river,
and'- knowing they never opened without good
cause, he caught up his rifle and hastened
where they were barking. They had struck a
fresh bear trail, aud, as he arrived in sight,
they fairly lifted it, going off in a straight line
down the river.
The chase led him several miles, and, when
he at last got a shot that finished bruin's career
he -found that it was three or four o'clock in
the afternoon. Swinging his meat to a sapling,
out of reach of cat or wolf, he started for home
to get his horse and return and fetch it that
night
Taking a near cut, he approached the cabin
from the western side, where the timber grew
heavy up to within a few yards of the building,
and consequently he could not see the clearing,
ot what might be transpiring there, until he
had passed through the wood.
Thus it was that, when within a short dis?
tance of his home, he beard a wild, piercing
shriek; but he could only guess that somcthiug
terrible must be taking place beyond the screen
of bushes and leaves. Uttering a loud shout,
that his presence might sooner be known,
Branson sprang forward like a wounded buck,
a great fear in his heart, for he had only too
clearly recognized in that scream the agonized
voice of his wife.
It took but a moment for him to clear the in?
tervening timber and undergrowth, and as he
dashed out into the clearing, holding the rifle
ready for instant use, he comprehended in one
swift glance all that had taken place, and what j
was further to fear.
Near the end of the cabin, facing the j
cliff, of which I have spoken, stood the |
mother, her face as palid as death, her arms '
outstretched, her staring eyes fixed upon the
frecipitous heights up wnich the figure of an
ndian was struggling.
"My child! my child !" was all the woman
said, and Bransou saw that the bundle in the
Indian's arm was the form of their only child,
Maggie.
Firm of heart, and with nerves as steady as
the rocks around, the father for a moment
quailed and cowered under what his quick
senses told him the deadly peril of the little
one. But he was quick to recover.
The Indian was drawing away; step by step
he was increasing the distance, ?nd as he occa?
sionally glanced backward and downward, tbe
parents saw in his hideously painted counte?
nance the fell purpose that actuated the abduc?
tor.
"God aid me I" Branson muttered, as he
raised his rifle, glancing through the sights,
and touched the trigger.
The Iudian started violently at the shot. He
was hit but not bad;iy, and with a yell of
devilish triumph he passed upward.
"Too low by a couple of inches," said a low,
calm voice at the settler's elbow.
Branson started as though he himself had
been shot. Where was this man from ? Who
was he? Neither had seen him approach. But
there was no time for explanations. The
stranger, a man rather below than above ordi?
nary height, whose Hno, athetic form was fully
displayed by his closely fitting buckskin gar
mants, stepped quickly forward a few paces,
and firmly planted his left foot in advance,
threw up an unusually long rifle, as though
preparing to fire.
'Tor God's sake, stranger, be careful of my
child!" cried Branson, while the agonized
mother uttered an audible prayer.
"It's your only chance. I know that Indian,"
was the quick reply, and the sharp click! click I
of the hammer, as it was drawn back, told that
the critical moment had come.
By this time the Indian had nearly reached
the summit of the steep. That he was wounded
now became evident, as upon a broad ledge of
rock he paused for a moment. Thi3 opportunity
was seized by the unknown. Although the
savage had taken the precaution to hold the
child up in front of himself as a shield, cover?
ing nearly the whole of his brawny chest, but
leaving his head uncovered*, the stranger did
not hesitate in making a shot.
For one second, as it gained its position, the
rifle wavered, and then instantly became as im?
movable as though held in'a vise. With clasp?
ed hands and staring eyes the parents watched
the statute-like form upon which so much de?
pended.
Suddenly a 3harp report rang out; the white
smoke drifted away, and as the vision became
clearer, they saw the savage loose his hold upon
the child, reel wildly an instant, and tnen
pitch forward on the rocks. It may be imag?
ined that the father was not long in reaching
the ? place where his child lay, and in ? few
moments more the little one was in its mother's
arms. .
"Tell us who you are, that we may know
what name to mingle with our prayers," ex?
claimed the mother, as the stranger prepared
to depart.
"My name is Daniel Boone," he said?and
was gone.
TraTeling Females.
how one of them tormented a man.
"M. Quad " of the Detroit Free Press, "took
charge, of a lady" on a railroad car the other
day, and thus details his woes: *
Perhaps the man meant to do me a favor
when he came up to me at the depot, with a
spinster hugging hi3 arm, and wanted to kuow
if I wouldn't take charge of her from Chicago
to Detroit Many men think a railroad jour?
ney is rendered really pleasant by the compan?
ionship of an unprotected female. She insist?
ed on counting her band-box and traveling
bag as we got seated. She counted. There
were just two. I counted and made no more
nor less. Then .she wanted her parasol put
into the rack, her shawl folded und her band?
box counted again. I counted it. There was
just exactly one band-box of it. As we got
started she wauted to know if I was sure that
we were on the right road to Detroit. I was.
sure. Then she wanted her traveling bag
counted. I counted it. By this time she
wanted the window up, and asked me if it was
not a hot day. I said it was. Then she felt
her money and found it was safe, though s:he
was sure thai; she had lost it. While counting
it she related how Mrs. Graff, in going East
five years ago, lost her purse and $3. She
wound up the story by asking me if it wasn't a
hot day. I said it was. Then she wanted the
band-box counted, and I counted him. He
was still one band-box. There was a pause of
five minutes, and then she wanted a drink. I
got it for her. Then she wanted to know if we
were on the right road to Detroit. I assured
her of the fact. The brakeman here called out
the name of a station in such ?. distinct man?
ner that the lady wanted me to go and see what
the name really was. I went. It was Calumet.
She wauted to know if I was sure that it was
Calumet. I put my hand on my sacred heart
and assured her that I would perish sooner
than deceive her. By this time she wanted the
traveling bag counted, and I counted her. She
figured up as before. I had just finished count?
ing when she wanted to know if I didn't think
it was a hot day. I told her I did. We got
along very well for the next half hour, as I got
her to narrating a story of how she got lost in
the woods eighteen years before; but as soon
as she finished it she wanted to know if I was
sure we were on the right road to Detroit. I
told her I hoped to perish with the liars if we
were not, and she was satisfied.. Then the par?
asol fell down ; she wanted me to change a ten
cent piece, and the window had to go down.
When we got back to Marshall she wanted to
know if the place wasn't named after court
martial, and whether it was barely possible
that the statiou was N,iles instead of Marshall.
The band-box was counted, and he was just
one. Then the window went up, and she asked
me if, in my opinion, it wasn't a hot day. I
replied that it was. Then she related a story
about her uncle, and another about a young
lady who had been dead several years. During
the day I counted the band-box three hundred
times; raised the window thirty times; said it
was a hot day until my tongue was blistered ;
arranged the parasol twenty-one times ; got her
sixteen drinks of water; and inquired the
names of thirteen stations. She said it was so
nice to have a man in whom a stranger could
place confidence, and I dared not reply for fear
of bringing out another story. When we
reached Detroit I counted the things three
time* over, helped her off the cars, got a hack,
directed her to a hotel and told her the name
of the street, price, name of the landlord, head
waiter, porter and cook ; assured her she was
not robbed or rnurdured; that it had been a
hot day; that Detroit had a population of
100,000; that the fall term of school had com?
menced ; that all Detroit hack drivers were
honest and obliging; that it was quite warm.
Poor woman ! 1 hope the landlord didu't get
out of patience with her artless ways.
A Famous Telegraph Operator.?Among
the victims of the fever at Shreveport, was Al?
fred Saville, one of the best known and most
accomplished telegraph operators in the coun?
try, and attached to the command of General
John H. Morgan during the late war, the story
of whose practical and profitable jokes on the
Federals enlivened the gloomy annals of those
times. His feats on the enemy's wires, throw?
ing large forces of Federal Rivalry off the
scent, directing them to right and left, opening
their lines for the dashing Morgan to sweep
trhough in quest of men and horses, arc among
the most romantic incidents of the war. Few
have forgotten how, early in the game, he took
possession of the wires between Nashville and
a body of Federals operating in Southern Ken?
tucky, giving peremptory orders not to send any
moro troops, but plenty of provisions and am?
munition, and how an old friend, then in
charge at Nashville, detecting the peculiar
touch of the fingering of the bogus operator,
flashed back to him this good humored answer:
"Get out, Saville, or I'll send the cavalry after
you." Saville volunteered his services at
Shreveport after every resident operator had
been stricken down, and died at his post.?Ma
con [pa.) Messenger.
? A Watorbury man has christened his
daughter Glycerine. He says it will be easy to
prefix "Nitro," if her temper resembles her
mother's.
Agricultural and Manufacturing Products.
General N. P. Banks, of Massachusetts, de?
livered a lecture recently on "The Systems of
American Manufactures," in which he con?
trasted "the industrial organizations of the
North with that of the South. The Southern
States were compensated for the lack of domes?
tic manufactures by the production of the
great staple, cotton. In 1310 the cotton crop
was 100,000 bales; in 1860 it was 4,500,000. It
was because the labor system of the South had
been built on a wrong basis that she was not
more prosperous and robust. The result of the
late war would have long trembled in the balance
had Southern industry been based upon the
principles of the Northern system. The prin?
ciples and processes of Lowell and his asso?
ciates will never bo fully carried out until our
raw material is manufactured on the ground
where it is produced."
Had our raw material been turned into
fabrics at home and sold to the consumers in
America aud exported abroad, says the Augusta
Chronicle and Sentinel, there would not be
much trembling in the balance about the re?
sult of the war. The victory for the South
would be permanent, but not more startling
and decisive, so far as the engagements were
concerned, than when Stonewall Jackson fell
like a thunder-bolt upon "his same General
Banks and General Shields and routed their
arhfies in the Valley of Virginia. No, there
woiild be no trembling, no doubt about the re?
sult of the late contest had the South manu?
factured as well as produced cotton. But it is
encouraging to know that Gen. Banks expresses
the opinion that the South will yet develop her
greatest industries when the manufacturers of
New England aud of the country locate here,
where the greatest profits can be realized.
On this subject of "Agricultural and Manu?
facturing Profits," Hon. J. Proctor Knott, of
Kentucky, has delivered a speech which
deserves more than passing attention from the
striking contrasts which he presents of the
profits realized by the manufacturer in com?
parison with the producer. The whole story is
that the agricultural South and West have en?
riched the manufacturing North.
The important and reliable facts bearing on
the question are the figures of the last census,
which we iiud in the St. Louis Republican, and
which we present here: "This census informs
us that there were 5,922,471 persons engaged
in agriculture in the United States, and 2,053,
993 engaged in manufacturing of all kinds;
that the capital invested in agriculture, in?
cluding the value of farms, farming imple?
ments and livestock on hand, was $11,129,858,
765, and the total capital invested in manufac?
turing was $2,118,2U8,796. It, will be noticed
that tho number of persons engaged in manu?
facturing is only about one-third the number
engaged in agriculture, aud the manufacturing
capital of the country is Jess than one-fifth its
agricultural capital. But when we come to
products and profits, the smaller interest goes
far ahead of the larger ones. The total value
of all farm productious, including betterments
and additions to stock, was $2,447,538,75S, and
the total value of the manufacturing product
of the country was $4,232,325,442, the gross
product of the smaller interest being nearly
twice as great in value as the gross product of
the larger one. If we divide the whole amount
of agricultural capital by the total number of
persons engaged in agriculture, we have au
average of $1,87S to each, and if we divide the
value of the gross product of agriculture by
the total' number of persons engaged in that
business, wc find that each persou thus engaged
on an average of $1,878 capital produced $412
of gross values. By a similar computation we
find that the average capital to each person
engaged in manufacturing was $1,211, and that
each person thus engagod on this average
ainounc of capital produced $848. The labor
and capital of a farmer, therefore, yielded less
than half as much as the labor and capital of
a manufacturer. The census figures do not tell
us what the net profits of agriculture were, but
it will not be claimed that they were over ten
per cent, on the capital involved. Indeed, if
we estimate a farm hand's labor at $15 per
month and his board at $10 per month, both
together costing $300 a year, and deduct this
from the average annual product ($412) of
each person engaged in agriculture, we have
$112 as the farmer's average net profit on the
labor of his hired hands?or only a little over
6 per cent, on his average capital of $1,878.
The profits of the manufacturing capitalist are
more easily and more accurately determined.
Adding together the total amount paid for raw
materials ($2,488,427,242) and the total amount
paid in wages ($775,584,343), and deducting the
sum ($3,264,011.585) from the gross manufac?
turing product *(*4,232,325,442), we have $968,
313,857 as the net profit on a total manufac?
turing capital of $2,118,208,796?or over forty
five per cent. And it is this business, paying
an average of 45 per cent, per annum, that is
"protected" by Government at the expense of
another business that pays only 6 per cent.
"A very interesting phase of this subject is
the large proportion of the manufacturing
capitalist's profit in the average gross product
of his employee. We have seen that the
average gross product of the agricultural
laborer is $412 on an average capital of $1,878,
and that the estimated share of this which the
agricultural employer gets is $117, and we have
teen that the average net product of the manu?
facturing laborer is $848 on an average capital
of $1,211. Dividiug the total manufacturing
wages paid ($776,684,343) by the total number
of persons employed in manufacturing (2,053,
?96), we find the average annual wages per man.
to be $378, and deducting this from the average
gross product of each man's labor ($848), wc
Lave $470 as the employer's share. Out of
every $848 per annum earned by a manufac?
turing laborer, the employer gets $470 and the
laborer $378. This shows pretty clearly where
the benefit of our 50 per cent, protective tariff
goes to ; it does not go to the American labor?
er; it is monopolized by the manufacturing
capitalist."
But we need not go abroad for comparisons
or results where wc have the evidence at home
before our eyes in the large jnrofits made by
every factory in the South fSr the last sevcu
years.
Goon Advice.?In these times of business
depression and consequent stringency in the
money market, the financial situation can be
improved if every one will pay promptly his
little bills. The Philadelphia Ledger puts it
in this way : "However small the amount, pay
it at once ; the party to whom it is due may be
waiting for it to enable him to make up tho |
requisite amount to pay a much larger sum. j
There is no estimating the good that may re- I
suit from the payment of a single dollar. As !
often as once in a week every one incurring I
little debts should overhaul his accounts and
make special efforts to pay all, or as many of
them as possible. No one should postpone ,
payment from mere indifference. Nothing |
will so soon aud so effectually remedy the dilfi- |
cultics experienced from want of currency as
this, aud it is a remedy that will cost little of j
effort and no inconvenience. On the contrary, I
there will follow the liveliest satisfaction to all, j
to those who pay :ts well as to those who re?
ceive. Keader, look to it in your own case."
Tho Thinking1 Fanner.
The farmer who thinks as well as acts will
be a successful one. An enlightened energy
will work wonders, while labor without thought
will be lucking in good results. On the farm
there is much to be done. Great improvements
can and should be made in every department
of farm labor. This is an age of progress and
improvement, and with a tendency to annual
decrease in the average crop per acre in the
older settled districts, it ia the duty of the
practical farmer to avail himself of every
modern appliance to increase his average crop.
A series of experiments extending over a pe?
riod of several years, usually forms a reliable
basis upon which calculations can be made
which open the way to successful results. It is
folly in the extreme to till extensive fields
and till them ill, yet it is no less a folly to
shut our eyes and blindly follow a system of
cultivation that might have been successful
twenty years ago.
The soil; the isothermal and hydrometrical
condition of the atmosphere, by reason of the
destruction of timber, may have effected great
and marked changes.
It is unwise to condemn the use of modern
fertilizers without giving them a fair trial.
We are apt to regard them as useless, and as?
sert that clover and grass alone will restore the
original fertility, or make rich what is now
comparatively unproductive. If your land has
been reduced by incessant cropping before you
came into possession of it, is it possible that
the expenditure of a small amount of cash cap?
ital in procuring a limited amount of concen?
trated fertilizers to give your cljver, grasses, or
such crops as you design to plow under for
manure, a vigorous growth, would be a wise
investment of capital ? There is your almost
barren field; and here is field for thought. It
is true that as long as many of our so-called
agricultural colleges pursue an aimless course
when they should be conducting a series of
practical experiments that would be of the
greatest value, progress will be retarded.
Some farmers are always finding fault with
others because they are constantly trying expe?
riments and endeavoring, single-handed, to work
out some new agricultural problem. These
thoughtful farmers are the salt of the earth.
When agricultural associations are formed,
they will always be found doing duty in the
front ranks as officers and directors. The far?
mer who distrusts all new methods of doing
things, bars the wheels of progress, ignores
thought and inquiry, and keeps the agriculture
of the present in the ruts and grooves of the
past.
The Bible in Education.
To the savage there is no past, no history, no
arts, no science. His individual memory can
not retain the facts that belong to a period an?
terior to his fathers or his grandfathers, or that
pass the narrow limits of his tribe, which
transmit them by means of oral traditions.
But a book may be the memory of the human
race for thousands of centuries. With a book
in our hands we may recall the lives of Moses,
Homer, and Socrates, of Plato, Caesar and Con?
fucius; we know their sayings and doings, and
in the order iu which they took place. We
have therefore lived in all ages and countries,
and know those who were great, either for their
deeds, thoughts or discoveries. And, indeed,
the Almighty, as if he would show mankind
the importance of tho written word, has given
us the most ancient book in the world, the first
book penned by men, the book par excellence?
the Bible?which has come down to us through
forty centuries, translatcdainto a hundred dif?
ferent tongues, studied by all nations of the
world, and uniting them in its course in the
bonds of a common civilization. When the
nascent sciences, after centuries of barbarism,
widened the sphere of intellectual action over
the whole world, the publishing of the Bible
was the first effort of the infant press. The
reading of the Bible laid the foundations of
that popular education which has changed the
face of those nations which possess it; and
lastly, with the Bible in their hands, and
moved by the Bible?the primitive book, and
father of all other books?the English immi?
grants crossed the Atlantic to establish in the
north of our continent the most powerful
sjtatcs in the world, because the most free, and
those in which all, without distinction of age,
sex or fortune, knew how to read all that the
science, talent, genius, experience and observa?
tion of all nations and ages have treasured up
iu books. A complete course of education
may be thus simply expressed; read what is
written in order to understand what is known,
and continue the work of civilization by add?
ing the fruits of your own observation.
The Party of the Future.?The New
York World says : "It is an inevitable necessity
that the whole body of opposition voters clus?
ters around the Democracy; and it is of little
consequence that would-be-lead^rs may choose
to do or say to preserve their consistency. It
stands to common sense that the three millions
of Democratic voters must form the bulk of
any successful opposition. They nceci only a
few hundred thousand recruits to make them a
majority. They will gain these recruits, not by
capturing Republican leaders and journalists,
who as last year's experience proves, can con?
trol no votes, but by direct appeals to the peo?
ple. If a successful new party were formed,
tho Democracy would necessarily form nine
tenths of it. They would be an overwhelming
majority in every primary meeting, in every
caucus, in every county convention, every State
convention, ancl in the national convention for
nominating a candidate for the Presidency.
The people have too much penetration to at?
tach any importance to a mere change of name,
when a controlling majority of the new party
would necessarily consist of Democrats. A
change of name would be a mere skulking
sham, which honest Democrats have too much
self-respect to practice."
? Boys who disturb camp-meetings by cry?
ing "Amen" in the wrong place, and remark?
ing "Glory" with moro zeal than judgment,
should read and ponder the fate of thirteen
small boys in Kansas. These thirteen ill
advised boys were guilty, so the story goes, of
disturbing a Kansas camp-meeting by insisting
upon shouting "Amen," when a very muscular
preacher, who pr^ied himself on his voice, was
singing a hymhT The preacher bore it for
some time, but finally, oecoming filled with
righteous wrath, he descended from the pulpit,
and, never once interrupting his hymn, suc?
cessively reversed and spanked the thirteen
small boys. As his avenging hand descended
and the dust of the small boys filled the air,
tho rest of the congregation shouted in rap?
ture and encouraged him with loud cries of
"Go on, brother, go on." Then he returned to
the pulpit, still singing, and those boys went
half a mile away behind a haystack and laid
down with their faces to the ground, weeping
bitterly.
? Embezzlement is tho order of the day. A
post office clerk in Illinois couldn't do better,
and he ran away with two dollars' worth of
stamps. (
Anecdotes of Public Men.
george washington.
One day, in a fit of abstraction, the juvenile
George cut down Bushrod's favorite cherry tree
with a hatchet. His purpose was to cut?and
run.
But the old gentleman came sailing round
the corner of the barn just as the future
Father of his Country had started on the re?
treat.
"Look here, sonny," thundered the stern old
Virginian, "who cut that tree down ?"
George reflected a moment. There wasn't
another boy or another hatchet within fifteen
miles. Besides, it occurred to him that to be
virtuous is to be happy. Just as Washington
senior turned to go in and get his horse whip,
our little hero burst into tears, and, nestling
among his father's coat-tails, exclaimed : "Fa?
ther, I cannot tell a lie. It must have been a
frost."
"My son, my son," stammered Hie fond pa?
rent, as he made a pass for his offspring,
"when you get to be first in war and first in
poacc, just cover your back pay into the
Treasury, and the newspaper press will respect
you!"
abraham lincoln.
Early in the war a party of distinguished
gentlemen from New England called on Mr.
Lincoln to urge the appointment of a certain
Mr. Brown to the post of quartermaster. The
President, who was amusing himself by split?
ting portions of the staircase of the "White
House into rails, received them cordially. They
stated their errand in earnest but respectful
tone, and calmly awaited his answer. Mr.
Lincoln, drawing himself up to his full height,
and clapping the spokesman of the party on
the shoulder, began to tell a story about a dog
fight he once saw in Kentucky.
By-and-by it had gradually grown dark; sev?
eral hours had passed away, and neither dog
appeared to get killed or to gain any advan?
tage over the other. One by one the party had
dropped out. till the leader (who did not wish
to disturb Mr. Lincoln's hold on his shoulder)
was left alone, trying to conceal a yawn and to
look interested. Suddenly Mr. Lincoln, with
that peculiar smile on his countenance which
Mr. Carpenter can talk about, but can't paiut,
remarked, "By the way, my friend, I'm sorry
for Brown, but I gave that appointment to the
other man yesterday."
daniel webstzr.
The following anecdote of the great Massa?
chusetts statesman has never before appeared
in print:
One day Clay, Webster, and Calhoun met
upon the steps of the Capitol. Mr. Clay ven?
tured to remark, in the most affable style; that
it looked like rain. Calhoun looked wise, but
said nothing. Evidently he took in the whole
situation at a glance. It was a crisis for Web?
ster. Carefully laying hig thumb behind the
third brass button ot his blue coat, he gazed
from out of those cavernous eyes and grandly
uttered these prophetic words: "No, gentle?
men, the American people will never forsake
the Constitution. \\ e shall have fair weather."
And so it vroxed.?Lippincolt's Magazine for
November.
John Wesley.
It is estimated that 12,000,000 of the human
race are taught weekly the lessons of religious
experience wrought out in the active intellect
of John Wesley; that no part of the known
world has been unvisited by his disciples; that
the tide of reform set in motion by his pure
and lofty energy is still in the ascendant, is
moving onward with ceaseless vigor, and shows
no traces of decay. Wherever the Anglo
Saxon race penetrates it is pursued and soft?
ened by the influence of its unassuming saint.
In Australia and South Africa, in America and
the islands of the Pacific, the genius of Wesley
is ever active. His schools and churches have
belted the world with an illustrious chain. His
writings have been translated into nearly all
the languages of Europe, and are made familiar
to tiic worshippers of Burmah aud of Budha.
Since Luther no other man has exercised so
wide, so benign an influence upon his race.?
Nor is it unjust to assert that but for his Eng?
lish successor the reformation of the German
teacher would have lost much of its effective?
ness, and might have sunk into an empty for?
malism, at least in England, amidst the cor?
rupting alliance of church and state. It was
the aim of Wesley to withdraw religion from
the control of the great and the powerful, of
statesmen or of bishops, to make it the light
and the solace of the workshop and the cottage,
almshouse and jail; to diffuse its sacred teach?
ings among the people, and preach, with saint?
ly earnestness, the Gospel of the poor.
As contrasted with all all other successful
teachers of a faith, whether true or false, it is
a striking trait of Wesley's triumph that he
was never aided by the civil power; that his
disciples have uever wielded the sword of per?
secution, or gained any victories but those of
peace. History, indeed, has no record of any
other great religious movement, except the
founding of Christianity; that was not perfect?
ed in violence, and scaled with the blood of its
opponents. The Greek Church was planted
in Russia by the civil power; the Romish
Church won its supremacy by bitter wars and
endless cruelties. Bernard and Dominie en?
forced their teachings by the sword; Luther
and Calvin were often sustained by the arms
of their adherents; the dark and wide-spread
brotherhood of Loyola obtained its ascendency
by arousing in every land the fiercest flames of
religious persecution. But of the millions of
devout believers who have lived and died in
the simple faith of Wesley, not one has yielded
to any sterner influence than the power of Di?
vine love. As the vast wave of reform has
swelled from the poor cottage at Epworth over
England and America, over the Pacific and the
Indian seas, it has never needed a Coustantine
or a royal protector; has been governed in its
holy victories by human hand.
Five Bales oe Cotton on* One Acre.?
Mr. Columbus Warthen, of Washington coun?
ty, produced this year five bales of cotton on
one acre of land. Home of tho staiks made as
high as six hundred bolls. 0:ie replant stalk,
planted on the 0th of June, was exhibited at
Sandersville last week with four hundred and
thirty-seven open bolls on it. The manure
cost about $141. Sav the working, picking, etc.,
cost $34 more, in all $170. Tho five bales, at 13
cents?allowing that the bales averaged 500 lbs.
?would yield $320, or a net profit of $150.?
Atlanta {Ga.) Constitution.
? A Virginian writes to a Richmond paper
that he is opposed to the election of an un?
married man for Governor; thr.t he would not
vote for his own brother were ho a bachelor.
That's the way to serve them. If a man is
not willing to take charge of and support one
woman, he does not deserve fo be a Governor
or any kind of functionary. He ought not to
be even allowed to vote. What docs a bache?
lor know about anything? Tnc poor cuss
ought to have a guardian appointed to look
after and regulate him, till he finds a wife to
take care of. him.
All Sorts of Paragraphs.
? Delinquent subscribers should not permit
their daughters to Wear this paper for a bustle.
There being so nuch due on it, there is danger
of their taking cold.
? If anybody sees a row of buttons coming'
down street, let him preserve bis equilibrium
and think not of supernatural agencies.?
There's a woman behind theni.
? It has been found out by sad experience
that fame is not an article that can be relied
on. There is, in fact, nothing certain in this
world but death, taxes and the newspaper. -,:
? In view of the existing monetary stringency,
every true woman should endeavor this fall, by
the grace and simplicity of her attire, to show
that her husband has neither robbed a bank
nor been the leader of a thieving ring.
? There is a gentleman out West who feels
considerably taken down. He remarked !o his
wife that it was lucky he didn't meet Miss
-before he got married, and his wife un?
feelingly put in her oar, "Yes, lucky for her."
? ft is now announced, on the authority.of
that "eminent physician," that it is not consid?
ered healthy to rise before eight o'clock in the
morning. This applies only to men. Wives
can rise at seven aud start tho fire, as hereto?
fore.
? The King of Italy, writing to Bismarck,
signs himself, "Your most affectionate cousin,
Victor Emmanuel." The term cousin between
kings and noblemen is merely a friendly style
of address, like "aunty" and "uncle" among
the Southern darkies.
? A lady writes that she wants music "with
sentimental words that almost silently flow
from a depth of concealed sorrow, revealing a
sad heart's tenderest emotion in a tone that
would melt au iceberg aud crumble adamant
to dust."
? Mrs. E. Cady Stanton, at a Woman's
Congress in New York, said that wherever girls
have been admitted to educational privileges
on an equality with boys, they have been found.
superior to the boys. She was sorry for the
boys, but then they have had their day.
? At a camp-meeting at Middletown, Lake
county, Gal., a lady under great excitement,
and while shouting and clapping her hands,
declared she wanted to die then and there.
Her wish was granted, for she almost instantly
fell back and died in a few minutes. The ex--,
citement was more than her delicate frame
could bear.
? "Father; was Greeley elected ?" asked an
unsophisticated twelve-year old of his Repub?
lican sire. Starting up with astonishment the
latter answered, "No ; why do yon ask such a
foolish question ?" "Because,'' said the boy,
"you said last fall if Greeley was elected there
would be a panic, and everybody says there is
a panic now, so I thought Greeley must be
elected."
? The most extensive family wedding on
record occurred the other day in Cincinnati.
A widowed mother, three sons and two daugh?
ters were all married at once. The cost of the
rites was put at wholesale rates. It is observed
sagely by a local newspaper that perhaps this
is the commcuceraent of a system of domestic
economy which will save many a sixpence for
a rainy day.
? The other day, at a concert, a gentleman
having put his hat upon a chair to keep n
place returned to claim it after a short absence*
The hat he found, sure enough, where it had
been left, only there was a stout lady sitting oil
it. "Madam," said he, "you are sitting on' my5
hat." The lady blushed a little, turned round,
and said in the blandest manner, "Oh, I beg
pardon. I'm sure I thought it was my hus?
band's !"
? "You hev heern, gentlemen of the jury,'*
eaid an eloquent advocate?"you hev heern the
witness swar he saw the prisoner raise his guq;
you hev heeru him swar he saw the flash and
heerd the report; you hev heeru him swar he saw,
the dog fall dead; you hev heern him swar
he dug the bullet ou\ with his jacknife, and
you hev seen the bullet produced in court j but
whar, gentlemen, whar, I ask you, is the mix
that saw that bullet hit that dog?"
? A clergyman informed his p2opls ?t the
close of his sermon that he intended in a few
[ days to go on a mission to the heathen. After
the congregation' was 'dismissed, a number of
the members waited for their pastor and
crowding around him, expressed their as?
tonishment at the new turn in his affairs, ask*
ing him where he was going, and how long
they would be deprived of his ministrations.
He said to them, "My good friends, don't be
alarmed?I am uot going out of town."
The most difficult thing to do in the world is
to collect money enough to build a great monu?
ment. Look at the Washington monument at
the national capital, which, by this time, ought
to be at least a mile high. And forty-one years
ago, they began to raise money in Massachu?
setts to build "Pilgrim's Mouumeut," and not
more than one-third of the necessary fund has
been raised. And the chances are that, if you
were to go to the man who has the money in
charge and ask him for it, it would take him
at least six months to recollect what he has
done with it.
? We heard a good joke from Texas the
other day, which was more amusing as it was
told than we can make it in print. A planter
had taken a great deal of pains in gathering
two bales of cotton, and a drop of rain had
never fallen on cither of them. They were of
exactly the same grade, and without the slight?
est difference in any respect. He carried them
to Sherman. A cotton buyer sampled them
both and offered the highest" market price for
one bale, "but," said he to the planter, "the
other bale looks a little stormy," The planter
discerning the object of the buyer, exclaimed,
"Why, that cottou has never "heard it thun?
der I"
The Western Corn and Ponx Crop.
Tlic Chicago Commercial Review, of Friday
publishes a table of replies received by a pro?
vision house of that city from correspondents
in Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, Ohio, and
Indiana, to inquiries in regard to the number of
hogs likely to be sent to market from their sec
; tions, their present condition, probable time of
marketing, and the condition of the corn crop*
Of 97 points in Illinois ?S report a less num?
ber of hogs than last year, 27 about the same
number, and 12 more. The corn crop is uni?
versally reported short in Illinois, from one
third to one-half. Of 58 places in Iowa 27 re?
port fewer hogs than last year, 20 about tbe
same, and 11 more. The condition of the com
crop they report about the same as in Illinois.
Of 21 points in Indiana 11 report fewer hogs,
7 about the same number, and 3 more. The
corn crop they report better in several ^places,
but generally short. In Missouri 12 points re?
port fewer hogs, S about the same number, and
3 more. The corn crop they report short one
third to one-half. Ohio makes the best show?
ing, 4 points reporting an increase in the num?
ber of hogs, 15 about the same number, and 8
a decrease. The report of the corn crop shows
it equal to that of last year. Except in, Illinois
the condition of the hogs appears to be about
the same as at the same time last year, but
many points in Illinois report them not so far
advanced.