The Anderson intelligencer. (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, January 13, 1887, Image 1
BY E. B. MUEEAT & CO.
ANDERSON, 8. C~ THUBSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 13, 1887.
VOLUME XXII.- -NO. 27
N,
if. G. CLDTKSCALES, Editor.
Miss Carrie Watkins is doing a good
. work at Denver. Her school is not large,
hot is well managed and thoroughly
taught. Her patrons are fortunate in
securing her service*, and would do well
to keep her as long as possible.
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We are glad to know that Miss Olivia
Newton has again, taken charge of a
school near her father's home. She has
almost entirely recovered from her severe
affliction, and will doubtless do as faith?
ful work as she ever did in the school
fdoia. . ?
-fCtfe.
Miss Nannie Hark ness, after a sojourn
in Texas, returns to Aderson County, 8.
0., and is ready to take charge of some
:*8chool in the county. Miss Nannie is
well educated and did first class work as
a teacher before she went to Texas. Any
community would do well to employ her.
Last Monday many of the teachers
returned to theif Bchool-rooms with
anxious hearts. They will be anxions to
know how their pupils passed through
the trials and temptations of the Christ?
mas holidays. What have you done to
"prepare your pupils for the pleasant re?
creation of the holidays ? Did you warn
them of the quicksands? Yoc will find
it hard for'the first two or three days to
get them to fix their, minds on lessons.
See that your patience is equal to the
emergency. Don't forget that yon were
once a child. Yon may ntter a word
now that would start some boy on an up?
grade with momentum enough to take
him through the year, or you may speak
one word that will spoil a whole year's
work. _
- The once stubborn preference for male
teachers is fast giving way in this coun?
try. Occasionally one hears the remark,
"I want a man teacher; I don't want to
send my boyb 10 a woman teacher." We
do not hesitate to repeat what we have
often said: The best work done in the
schoolrooms of Anderson County is done
by females. Our readers may believe us,
or not, as they like, but we know where?
of we speak. Many persons, especially
those who classify teachers according to
their number of pounds, avodupois, think
a lady is unfit for the scool room because
of her inability to whip bard enough.
Without reasoning at all, they conclude
that for that reason alone the boys will
disrespect and disobey her. Facts do
bot warrant such a conclusion. . The best
?regulated schools are not always taught
:by.. men, fat or lean, strong or weak.
^Ehir;rod ia absolutely necessary in its
place and sometimes is indispensable,
the rod, indeed, may awe a boy and secure
compliance with Medo-Persian rules and
regulations, but it is only the tender sym?
pathy and magnetic touch of a woman,
'that can secure that obedience which is
worthy of the name?that which springs
from'a love .for the excellence of the
8piritJn authority. Give a lady the sup?
port of the patrons and she will control
the.school. A child .that is controled at
home, that obeys his parents because he
loves them, will seldom give the teacher
trouble. If many of those parents who
are" constantly objecting to "woman
teachers" would teach their children the
great lesson of obedience at home before
they reach the school age, the demand
for "man teachers" would cease. In the
North, the female teachers so far out?
number the males, that all the school
journals, in speaking of teachers, inva?
riably use the pronoun "she" and "her,"
Patience is the one element that more
than any other insures success in the
school-rooms: where do you "find that
element more distinctive than among
females f_
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While the printer calls for copy, the
lowing cheering letter of greetings to
teachers of this county is haoded to
us. In behalf of the Anderson Connty
teachers, we send greetings to Miss Lelia,
and wish for her a year of unusual pros.
parity and happiness. This editor has a
tender feeling for the grand old county
in which Miss Lelia is laboring. About
the only girl he ever courted in dead
earnest lived in that county, and it gives
him pleasant feelings to hear the word
Orangeburg mentioned. But here is the
letter:
Dantzler, Oraugeburg Co., S. C.
Jan. 1, 1887.
Me. Editor : If you will allow me
space in the Teachers' Column, I will
send a few words of New Year'; greetings
to' the teachers of Anderson County.
Though in a remote county, I feel the
deepest interest id my own native county.
I prize the visits of the Anderson In?
telligencer more than ever, and look
forward to. its weekly visits with delight?
the Teachers' Column and the locals,
especially, are interesting to me. It was
with a heavy heart that I left my home
and county and came to dwell for a while,
at least, among those who were entire
entire strangers to me.' I am glad that I
am contented in my new home and
pleased with my new field of labor, and
hope that my toil may not be in vain,
and tbat I may see the results of my
work. I am in a splendid community
where the people are kind and try to
make a stranger feel at home. Have a
nice, new and capacious school room,
conveniently arranged and well furnished
with necessary apparatus, all of which is
due to the unceasing efforts of onr good
friend Dr. Dantzler, who is one of the
leading men in the county.
It was my privilege to attend the
Conference of the M. E. Ci S., while it
was in session in Orangeburg, and the
first person I met on entering the
.Church was our worthy School Commis?
sioner, and indeed I was delighted to see
him.
I was honored several days since by a
visit from Prof. Mellichamo, Principal
of the Orangeburg High School, and
also School Commissioner of this coun?
ty; he is certainly an excellent man.
He charmed both teacher and pupils by
his kind and winning manners. He
gave the children a short lecture, to
which they listened with profound atten?
tion ; he exhorted them to guard and
feed well their youthful minds. His
talk was>both animating and instructive;
and I think, made a lasting impression
on us all. He closed by saying to the
children: "Yon have splendid advan?
tages here add should make good use of
them. You have a good school-room
well supplied with everything necessary,
and have. a good teacher." That, of
course, was encouraging to me, and I in?
tend to make myself worthy of the com?
pliment.
I spent my holidays in the City by the
Sea, but words and pen are insufficient
to express my enjoyment of that trip,
especially my visit to Sullivan's Island
and Mt, Pleasant, and the delightful ride
on the water. When I beheld the grand
old ocean, my heart was Glied with inex?
pressible awe and reverence, and I felt
like bowing in adoration to the Great
Being who presents bo many grand and
sublime objects for the human eye to
look upon.
We went to thesummit of Ft. Moultrie,
where our great and noble Jasper acted
his part so faithfully, and where our own
soldiers fought so bravely. But it will
take up too much time and space to
speak of the different places of interest
that I visited.
On next Monday' I expect to resume
my duties in the school-room with re?
newed vigor and determination, I sin?
cerely hope that this may be a year of
unusual prosperity and success to you
all.
I expect to make it convenient to be
with you all at tbe*hext meeting of the
Normal Institute. With bent wishes I
am, respectfully, Lelta Browne.
Sold Himself as a Slave.
Sitting at the Grand hotel last evening
I heard one of the strangest romances of
modern times?strange because it was
true, says a writer in the Cincinnati
Commercial Gazette. How do I know it
was true? Well, the man who told it is
one'of Ohio's wealthiest citizens and a
man who does not tell what he is unable
to substantiate. But to the story. As
near as I now remember, it ran as fol?
lows:
In 1847 I was a steward on the Golden
Age, one of the finest passenger boats
that plied between Cincinnati and New
Orleans. ' it was in the days before rail?
roads and telegrams and when slavery
was at its prime. Well, one day a strap?
ping negro entered my office, just as we
were about to sail, and asked me how 1
would like to go into a speculation with
him that would make us a good deal of J
money. I was young then and willing to
do most anything to make money that
was honest, and I told him to proceed
with his proposition. "Well,'' he said,
"it is as follows: I am as likely a negro
as can be found in these parts. I am a
free man. What I want to do is for you
to take me to New Orleans and sell me
into slavery. I am worth $1,500. You
sell me and I will do what is right with
you."
His proposition took my breath away
at first, it was so startling.
"Do you want to go back into slave?
ry ?" I asked, astonished.
"No, indeed, I does not," he answered.
"And yet you want to be sold ?"
"Sure, sir, but I'se a likely nigger, and
I'll soon be back on your hands again."
I reasoned with the fellow in vain..
He knew no way of making money so
easily as being sold. I hesitated to ap?
pear in the role of slave dealer. I was
opposed to slavery in every form, but as
I thought over the subject I concluded
there would be nothing wrong in selling
the man, and at the last moment yielded
to his wishes and took him with me.
Upon arriving at New Orleans I at
once proceeded to the slave market,
which in 1847 was one of the principal
business places of the city. I made my
object known, aud the next afternoon I
was informed the sale would take place.
I gave Charley?that was his first name
?into the custody of the brokers and
left the market.
You can rest assured that I was on
hand early the next day, and when
Charley appeared I hardly knew him.
He had been dressed up in a new planta?
tion suit, and had a smart cap on his
head.- His sleeves and trousers were
turned up. The bidding was lively, and
you can imagine my feelings, perhaps, as
I saw a human creature sold like a horse,
and knowing I was responsible for it.
The auctioneers would ruu Charley up
aud down the street like a horse, and the
planters would feel of b'is arms and legs
and ankles to see if there were any blem?
ishes. When $1,400 was bid the man
was declared sold to a prominent planter,
who gave me $1,000 in cash aud a mort?
gage for the rest. I can tell you it was
not with the pleasantest feelings that I
started out on the return trip, after hav?
ing sold a fellow creature into slavery.
Well, to make a long story short, on
the third or fourth trip after that I was
awakened one uight by a tap on my
stateroom door, and was astonished to
find Charley waiting on the outside. I
took bim down the river with me and
again sold him at Vicksburg. A month
later he turned up again and I sold him
at a private sale on the boat. Months
rolled on and I had sold Charley at near?
ly every port on the river, and then I
commenced to trade him off and get boot
money. I would then sell tbe slaves I
traded for, or give tbem their liberty,
whichever they preferred, but as my
slaves were nearly all old men they chose
to be resold. I ws doing a thriving bus?
iness in tbe slave and had quite a
name on tbe rivei. At tbe end of the
year the mortgages began to fall due,
and I collected them with great regulari?
ty. I think I sold Charley fifteen times
in all, and we divided $25,000 or $30,000
between us as the result of our business.
A3 selling an escaped slave was agairot
the law, and I had sold Charley fifteen
times, we had to end our profitable in?
vestment.
"What became of Charley?" asked
his friend.
"He went to Canada for awhile, was
' % -re?
married, and had quite a family. His
name is Charles Fields, and he is now
living at Lafayette, Ind., or at a town
Dear there, and is a barber by occupation.
What he did with bis money I do not
know, but there are no times now like
the old ones," and ihe speaker softly
chuckled to himself, and the story was
ended.
;BILL ARP
Discourses on the Day we Celebrate.
When I was a little boy, I had a great
deal of curiosity; There was a kind,
good-hearted blacksmith who kept a
shop on the street, and I used to stop
there and look at him work, and if he
was upsetting an axe or laying a plow, I
would watch him as he heated and ham?
mered, and heated again, and then put
borax on it and hammered again, and at
every change I would ask, "Wbat did
you do that for?" For awhile he hu?
mored me and would explain in a simple
way, but when he got tired of me, his
reply was sure to be, "Oh, I did that just
to please the children," and he would
hammer away and hum a little tune, just
as though I wasn't there.
Well, he told the truth, though per?
haps be didn't realize it, for be had a
house full of little chaps and all his hard
work was for them. That good old
blacksmith was next to the best man I
ever knew, and to this day I never think
of him but what I call to mind that ex
pression, * Just to please the children"?
and every time I hear the clank of a
hammer on the anvil, it seems to me to
bo saying "pleasing tbe children, pleas?
ing the children."
Pleasing the children is about all tbat
the majority of mankind are living for,
though they dou't realize it and if they
did they would hardly acknowledge it
It is emphatically the great business of
this sublunary life. We look ou with
amazement at tbe busy crowds in the
town and cities tbat are ever going to
and fro, and the most of them are work?
ing and struggling to please and main?
tain children. It is the excuse for all
tbe mad rush of business that hurries
mankind through the world. It is the
apology for uearly all the stealing and
cheating and lying in the land. One
time a man sold me a Poland China sow
for ?15 and she eat up $5 worth of chick?
ens the day I got her, and when I asked
him why he didn't tell me she was a
chicken eater, he smiled and said he
thought I would find it out soon enough.
He spent the money on his children and
so I had. to forgive him. Sometimes
when I ruminate upon the meanness of
we grown up folks, I wish tbat tbe chil?
dren would never get grown, for they
don't get very mean or foolish until tbey
do.
Now the biggeet part of all this Christ?
mas . business is to please the children.
Of course there is service in the churches,
and the good, pioun people celebrate the
day in prayer and devotion, but most of
it is for tbe children. The stores are
thronged with parents hunting some?
thing for them. The Christmas trees are
for them, and all the dolls aud wagons
and tea sets and pocket knives and harps
and firecrackers and a thousand other
things too numerous to mention. Why
there will be five thousand dollars spent
in this county this week for Christmas
gifts. There will be half a million in
the State. There will be twenty mill?
ions in the United States, and it's nearly
all for children. So, my young friends,
you must understand how very impor?
tant you are in this world's affairs, but
you needen't get uppity nor bigoty about
.it, for tbat spoils all tbe old folks' pleas?
ure.
Now, let us all imagine we are around
the cheerful Christmas fire and talk
about Christina* and tell wbat it means.
Of course you know that it is the anni?
versary of the birth of Christ, and all
Christian people celebrate it. It is very
common everywhere to celebrate birth?
days. Americans make a big fuss over
Washington's birthday because be was
called tbe father of his country. My
folks make a little fuss over my birthday
and my good wife's birthday. They
don't toot horns nor pop firecrackers,
but they have an extra good dinner and
fix up a pleasant surprise of some sort.
We used to surprise the children with a
little present like a pocket-knife, or a
pair of Hcissorn, or sleeve buttons, or some?
thing, but so many children came along
that there was a birthday iu sight
almost all the time, and as we got rich
in children we got poor iu money and
had to skip over Bometimos The 4'h of
July was tbe birthday of a nation and
so tbe nation always celebrated that day.
Christians began to observe Christmas
about 1,500 years ago at Jerusalem and
Rome. They had service in the churches
and made it a day of rejoicing. Iu
course of time tbe young people rather
lost sight of tbe sacredness of the day
and the devotion tbat was due to the
occasion, and made it a day of frolic and
feasting. They sang hilarious songs,
because they said tbe shepherds sang
songs at Betbfehem. They made pres?
ents to each other because they said the
wise men from the east brought presents
to the young child and its mother. They
kept up their festivities all night because
the Saviour was born at midnight. The
Roman Catholic church has observed
these annual celebrations for centuries,
and the Church of England took them
up, and bo did the Protestants in Germa?
ny and other countries. Christians
everywhere adopted them, and Christmas
day became a universal holiday except
among the Puritans of New England, who
forbade it under penalties. They never
frolicked or made merry over anything.
In a great painting of the nativity by
Raphael, the' is seen a shepherd at tbe
door playing on a bagpipe. The Tyro
leese who live on the mountain slopes of
Italy always come down to the valleys on
Christmas eve, and they come carroling
sweet songs and playing on musical in
struments, and spend the night in inno?
cent festivities. A century or so ago
there were many curious superstitions
about Christmas. It was believed tbat
an ox and an ass that were near by when
the Saviour was born bent their knees in
supplication, and so they said the ani?
mals all went to prayer every Christmas
night. Of course, tbey might have
known better if they had watched all
night to see, but when folks love a super?
stition they humor it. If a child believes
in ghosts they are sure to see them,
whether they are there or not. Those
old-time people believed that when the
rooster crowed for midnight on Christ?
mas night all the wizzards and witches
and hobgoblins and evil spirits fled away
I from the habitations of men and hid in
caves and hollow trees and deserted
houses, and stayed there for twelve days.
Nations have superstitions just like
individuals have them. The Persians
had their genii and fairies; the Hindoos
their rakshar; the Greeks and Eomans
I had all sorts of wonderful gods and god
esses, such as Jupiter, and Juno, and
Hercules, and Vulcan, and Neptune, and
they built temples for them to dwell in.
The more learned and enlightened a
people are the more sublime are their
superstitions. The uncivilized Indians
are mystified and "see God in clouds,
and hear him in the wind." The native
Africans come down to crocodiles and
serpents and owls for their gods. Some
of the negro tribes take a higher grade
of animals and Bet their faith in brer fox
and brer rabbit, as uncle Remus has told
you. When I was a boy we could tell
tbe difference in the negro character by
tbe stories they told us in their cabins at
night; and good negroes always told us
funny cheerful stories about the tar baby,
and the bear and the bee tree, and about
foxes and wolves; but the bad negroes
told us about witches and ghosts and
Jack o'-lauters, and raw head-and
bloody- bones. I used to listen to them
until I didn't dare to look around aud I
got up closer aud closer to tbe fire, aod
when my brother called me I had to be
carried to tbe houso in a negro's armB.
But what about the evergreens, tbe holly
and laurel and ivy and mistletoe and tbe
Christmas tree. That is a curious histo?
ry, too, and it all came from the poetry
and romance that belongs to our nature.
Evergreens have for ages been used as
symbols of immortality. The victors
returning from the wars were crowned
witii them; chaplets of green leaves and
vines were made for the successful unes
at the alympic games. The poets of
Scripture tell us of green bay trees and
the cedars of Lebanon. Churches and
temples have been decorated with them
for centuries. Evergreens have always
had a poetic prominence in the vegetable
kingdom. We all love them, for they
cheer us in midwinter when there are no
other signs of vegetation to gladden our
longing eyes. Tbe poet Southey wrote a
beautiful poem to the holly tree, aod
tells us of something that perhaps you
never noticed. The green leaves have
sharp prickly points only about five feet
?ove the ground and above that there
are no prickly points to annoy you.
These barbed leaves near the ground are
to protect the beautiful tree from the cat?
tle. Above the reach of the cattle the
leaves are pointless and have beautiful
red berries clustered among them.
"But as they grow where nothing is to fear"
"Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves ap?
pear."
Charles Dickens wrote a pretty song
about the ivy that has been set to music:
"A dainty plant Is the ivy green
Creeping where no lire is seen."
But the strangest history is about the
mistletoe, that is neither a bush nor a
tree, but is called a parasitic because it
feeds on another plant. It is quite dain?
ty, too, and has its favorite food. I
never saw any on a post oak, nor a white
oak, nor a sycamore, or poplar. The
chestnut is its favorite in this region, but
it is common to the Spanish oak and
hickory and blackgum and persimmon.
Once I found it on an apple tree. It is
supposed that the birds transplant it by
carrying the berries on their bills from
tree to tree, and in trying to wipe the
sticky Hubstance off upon the bark tbe
seed get stuck to the tree and germinate.
And this provokes me to tell you about
the Scandinavians who settled northern
Europe a long time ago. They had a
mythology as romantic and wonderful as
the Greeks. Tuny had an imaginary
god called Wooden, and he was all pow?
erful and was good to good people and
terrible to bar] ones. He was believed
to be the great creator of tbe heavens and
the earth. Our Wednesday was named
for him, and our Thursday was named
for bis son, Thor, and our Friday was
named fur bis wife, Friga. He had
another son named Baldur, who was very
wise and very eloquent and very beauti?
ful, and he was bis mother's favorite
child. One night Baldur had a bad
dream. I reckon be bad eaten fried ham
for supper. He dreamed he was going to
die, and he felt so troubled about it that
he told his mother, and she was greatly
distressed and almost distracted. She
was so much alarmed that she called all
creation together, all the gods and god
esses, and spirits, and all tbe seas and
oceans, and rivers aod 'mountains, and
hills and rocks, and trees and hushes,
and all plants that grew on the ground
and made them all take a solemn oath
that they would not hurt Baldur or
allow any b.vd spirit to use them to Bal
dur's hurt. But, ala?, she forgot to swear
the mistletoe. It was neither a tree nor
a bush, nor was it a plant that grew on
the ground, and so she overlooked it.
Now, there was a very powerful old
hag, whose name was Loki, and she was
tbe goddess of malice. She hated every?
thing and "everybody. 'She lived on
bate; she had hate for breakfast and
hate for dinner and supper. I know
some people who I think must have de?
scended from her, or have a few drops of
her blood in their veins. When Loki
saw that the mistletoe was not sworn she
licked her tongue out with satisfaction,
and then hunted up a blind idiot who
was tremendously strong and she gave
him a stout branch of mistletoe and led
him to where Baldur was and made him
throw it at him. Sure enough, it struck
Baldur in the breast and made a hole in
him and let his soul out, and be fell dead
and his soul went down immediately to
Hela, who was a powerful goddess and
had charge of the souls of the dead. Her
dominion was called Hell, and that is
where we got that bad and ugly word.
Baldur's mother was awfully desperate,
and she sent her son Thor, who was the
god of thunder, down to Hell to see
Hela, and if possible, to persuade or
frighten hei into giving back the soul of
Baldur. Thor thundered terribly as he
approached the infernal regions, and he
made them tremble and sho^eand quake,
and he took two great mountains and
clapped them together, and alarmed
Hela; and she finally agreed that if
Thor could make everything weep and
shed tears of sorrow for Baldur, she
would give back his soul. Well, every?
thing in all nature went to weeping.
The heavens rained tears, and the tress
wept, and tbe earth and the grass was
covered with dew drops, but Loki, tbat
mean old hussy, wouldn't shed a tear.
The poor, innocent mistletoe shed floods
of tears that were so full of pity the tears
turned to white, pearly berries, and so
the mistletoe has for centuries been re?
garded as an evergreen of love and pity,
and is mingled with tbe ivy and tbe lau?
rel in our Christmas decerations. For a
long time it was believed tbat a promise
made under a mistletoe bough was sacred
and would certainly be performed. And
so it was a common custom for lovers to
stand under it on Christmas night and
make their marriage vows. When made
that way, they did not care to break
them for it was like breaking an oath
before heaven.
But Baldur's soul was not released,
and all they could do was to bury his
body with great and imposing ceremo?
nies.
Now, children, these superstitions are
all fancy, as you know, and yet it is hu
hum nature to love them. We are all
fond of anything tbat is marvelous, espe?
cially if it turns out well for tbe good.
We love to read tbe Arabian Nights and
we rejoice with Alibaba who outwitted
the forty thieves, and with Aladdin who
found tbe wonderful lamp. Just so we
rejoice with Cinderella for marrying the
prince, and we take comfort in it,
although we know it never happened.
It is human nature to want good to tri?
umph over bad, and on this heavenly
trait in our humanity is our goverment
and our social system aforesaid.
You know all about St. Nicholas and
Santa Claus, and where that pleasant
superstition came from, but the tradi?
tions of the Germans about tbe good
Knight Hubert are just as good, and, I
think, are more stimulating to the chil?
dren. Iu every village Knight Rupert
comes out just after twelve o'clock, and
nobody knows where he came from. He
has a beautiful sleigh and four fine
horses, all dressed up in silver spangles
and silver bells, and be dashes around
from house to house and calls out the
mother and whispers something to her
and she whispers something to him, and
he bows bis bead and wags bis long gray
beard and dashes away to the next house.
You see he is going around to find out
from the mothers which ones of ber chil?
dren have been good and which ones,
have been bad so as to know wbat pres
arfts to bring and how many. If the
good mother Bays sorrowfully, "Well,
Knight Rupert, my Tom has not been a
good boy ; be is not kind to bis sisters
and he is selfish and has fights with other
boys, and he won't study at school, but I
hope he will get to be bettor; so please
bring Tom some little thing, wou't you."
She is obliged to tell the truth on all her
children, and it goes very hard with ber
sometime. So after Knight Kupert has
been all around be drives away about
dark and nobody knows where he went
to. That night he bring* the presents
while the children are all asleep, and
sure enough Tom don't get anything.
Now tbat is what they pretend to believe,
but of course Knight Rupert is some
good jolly fellow about town, and be is
bundled up and disguised and cuts up
just such a Ggure as old Santa Claus does
in the pictures.
The year is almost gone and all of us
ought to stop a minute and think about
how much good we have done since the
last Christmas. How many limes we
have tried to make our kindred happy?
not only our kindred, but our nabors and
companions. As I came out of tbe
Markbam bouse, in Atlanta, one cold
morning, two little dirty newsboys came
running to me from opposite directions
to sell me a paper. They are are not al?
lowed to go innide the hotels to sell pa?
pers, and so they stand outside in the
cold and watch for the men to come
out. One of these boys was a stout lad
often vears, and tbe other wan a little
puny, pale face, barefooted chap, and,
although be was the farthest off, be got
to me first. I said to tbe biggest boy,
"Why diden't you run? You could
have got here first." He smiled, and
said, "I dident want to." "Why not?"
said I. "Is that boy your brother?"
"No, sir," said he, "but he's little, and
he's been sick." Now, that was kindness
that will do for Christmas or any other
day. I gave them a dime apiece, and
they were happy for a little while
Children, if you can't do a big thing you
can do a little thing like tbat. I
wouldent let the little ragged newsboys
get ahead of me.
We keep Grier's almanac at our house.
We get a good many almanacs from tbe
merchants as advertisements, but Grier's
is the old standard and is the one that
is always bung by the mantle. If you
have that kind at your bouse and will
look at tbe bottom of the last p <ge to see
what kind of weather we are to have this
Christmas week you will find it put
down this way: "Bo thanful for all the
blessings you have enjoyed this year and
try to do better the next." That is a
curious kind of weather but it is mighty
good weather. Bill Abp.
A Terrible Accident.
Fort Wayne, Ind., January 1.?At
eight o'clock this evening tbe fast ex?
press bound east under high speed,
struck a sled containing twenty young
people who were crossing the track of the
Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago
railroad, two miles east of this city, en
route to a country residence for the pur?
pose of of attending a dance. Miss Liz?
zie Leppdr and Miss Tina Mincker, aged
17, were instantly killed; Miss Lottie
Fix had her right leg broken. Miss L;z
zie Kanning had several ribs broken.
Miss Lena Haigbt bad an arm broken.
' Miss Emma Schular, a leg broken ; Miss
Gusta Heyne, back badly injured ; Mm
Lizzie Weibke and Miss Belle Bishop
were badly bruised, and suffering from
nervous prostration. The party was
being driven by Byron Westromb, who
saw the train approaching rapidly and
was implored by the gentlemen to stop,
but did not heed them. Tbe gentlemen
jumped out but the ladies did not suc?
ceed^ doing this until too late. The
scene just after the accident was' heart
rendering. A relief train was promptly
sent to the scene with a corps of surgeons
and the dead and wounded were properly
cared for.
An Awful and Fatal Crash of Trains.
Baltimore, Jan. 4.?The officials of
the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad state
that a collision occurred at two o'clock
this morning between tbe passenger train
which left Baltimore at nine o'clock yes?
terday morning and a freight train com?
ing east. Engineers and firemen of both
trains were killed, and a number of
passengers in tbe forward car were
injured. The collision occurred at Re?
public, a village a few miles from Tiffin,
Ohio. The headquarters of that Divis?
ion is at Newark, Ohio. The accidjnt is
attributed by officials here to a misun?
derstanding of orders for the regulation
of one or other of the trains.
Tiffin, Ohio, Jan. 4.?The fast train
on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad at
au early hour this morning collided with
the east bound freight train near this
city, wrecking both trains. Nineteen
bodies have been taken from tbe wreck.
More are injured. Three coaches de.
stroyed. Physicians have gone to the
scene from here. The weather is very
cold. The thermometer is about two de?
grees below zero.
Tiffin, Ohio.?A fast train on tbe
Baltimore and Ohio Railroad which left
Newark yesterday for Chicago with five
coaches and four sleepers, all well Glied
with passengers, collided with the east
bound freight seven miles east of this
city about 4 o'clock this morning. The
fast train was about fifty minutes late
and was running at the rate of nixty
miles an hour. Passing Republic, a
small station, like a flash, they rushed
along to a curve one mile west of that
town, when suddenly tbe engineer saw a
freight train under full head way wi thin
one hundred yards of him. He at once
applied brakes and reversed bis engine,
but it did no good, and the next instant
the crash came, telescoping the coaches
and piling them upon each other. To
add consternation to tbe horrible scene
fire broke out in tbe smoking car and
soon spread to tbe other cars. Many
were killed outright, while others wedged
in among the broken cars were slowly
consumed by the flames. The screams of
the wounded and dying were heartrend?
ing, but no assistance could be given
until a farmer, awakened by the crash,
came, and with other neighbors worked
like beavers to save the perishing. At
this writing nineteen dead bodies have
been recovered, and they lie horned and
disfigured in the snow beside tbe wreck.
Help was sent from Republic and this
city as soon as the news was received. It
is a fearful sight and recalls the Ash tabula
horror of the winter of 1877. It is im?
possible to give the names of tbe killed
and wounded at this time. Tbe cause of
the disaster is as yet unknown.
The passenger was running sixty miles
an hour. The freight eastward boimd
had expected to make the siding at Re?
public and was probably making thirty
miles per hour, and running in opposite
directions on the same track caused a
telescope as clean and disastrous as has
ever been witnessed. The engines were
run into each other as one stove pipe fits
into its male and all that could be s ien
was a mass of brass, iron aud steel. At
an early hour there were hundreds of
people coming to the scene of the disas?
ter ready and anxious to do what they
could, but it appears that just as soon as
the Baltimore & Ohio agents could get
to the wreck they carried out of the
county the wounded, dying and dead.
It is believed that there were at least 22
bodies burned beyond possible recogni?
tion. From the report of survivors it
would appear that a number of the un?
fortunates were so thoroughly burned
that their remains could not be gathered
from the debris. Only three survivors
remain at Republic. These are Mrs.
Mary Posthlethwaite and two young
children. Her hu-band and two sous,
aged 11 and 18, were killed. They were
emigrating from Belton, Wetzel Couui;y>
W. Va., to Chillicothe, Mo. In some
way, even tbe mother was unable to
relate bow, she got out of the car in which
she had been traveling, and wand -ring
away from the burning train, carrying her
two youngest children in her arras, en?
tered tbe first hou!>e in which she found
light. She was almost crazed and with
difficulty her name was ascertained.
Express Messenger, W. Scott Price, of
Wheeling, W. M. Frederick, of Wash
ington, fireman of the express, and F.
C. Barkley, of Washington, were among
tbe killed. The total-number of passen?
gers was 65. The smoker was entirely
consumed and all the passengers in it
were killed. All mail and express mat?
ter was destroyed.
Charles P. Toll, of Detroit, says at 2:15
this morning he was awakened by being
thrown violently from his berth. The
train consisted of express, baggage car,
one coach and two sleepers. One coach
telescoped into tbe baggage car so com?
pletely that the two cars were crushed
into the space of one. The sleepers did
not leave the track. The telescoped cars
caught fire from the stove and tbe pas?
sengers, living and dead, were imprisoned
in the shattered wreck. The engineer
and fireman of the freight train leapei
and saved themselves before the collision.
Tbe engineer of the express, named
Eastman, had a leg broken and sustained
a severe wound in the shoulder. His
fireman was caught between the engine
and tender and died in a few minutes.
The baggage m?:n of the express was
thrown through the roof of his car,
escaping with a broken leg. Tbe expres3
meisenger, who was sitting beside him,
was killed instantly. No one in tbj
sleepers was injured. Among tbe pas?
sengers in the sleeper were Mrs. Fish, of
Joliet, 111., sister of Gen. Logan, and her
son Charles. The shock was so terrifi o
that farmers in the neighborhood toolc
it to be an earthquake and were soon at
the scene of the wreck. In the confusion
of the wreck a hot dispute arose among
the train men as to responsibility for the
disaster. It appeared that the freigh;
train was running on the time of the ex
press. The engineer was heard to re
mark that he had left the last siding;
with only thirty pounds of steam, and
on an up grade east of Tiffin his engine
"went back on him" and tbe train
stalled. No danger signals were sent ow:
ahead, and the express, running at ful l
speed down grade and around the curve.,
had no warning of tbe danger, until ai
instant before tbe collision.
Religion in War Time*.
At tbe banquet giveu Saturday night
in honor of Judges Key and Trewhitt,
Col. Lewis Shepherd made a request
seconded by aU of the gentlemen present,
that Mr. Templet?, of the Knoxville
bar, who was present, an incident which
occurred during the war in north Geor?
gia. Mr. Templeton kindly consented,
and related the following in a most effec?
tive and touching manner, elicting tbe
most generous applause at bis conclus?
ion :
"My faiber," said Mr. Templeton,
"resides in Chattanooga, but about tbe
time tbat Sherman made his way into
the South be refugeed in Georgia, and
stopped in Gordon. He was a preacher,
and wherever he went be always preached
whenever an opportunity afforded.
"About tbe time tbat Sherman was
driving Johnston toward Atlanta, some
time in the early part of August, 1864,
my father was conducting a revival at a
little house called Pine Creek church,
about ten miles from Calhoun. The
limes were most terrible about then;
murder, robbery and rapine were of dai?
ly occurrence, and the whole country was
subject to visitations by marauding par?
ties from both armies. One day the old
gentleman was preaching a sermon of
unusual power, and before he had gotton
well under way a gang of Confederate
soldiers rode up and, dismounting out
back of tbe church, asked if they might
be admitted to the church. Of course
tbey were cordially invited in, and took
prominent seats in the church.
"Not long afterward a cloud of dust
was seen in the road from the opposite
directiou to what the Confederates bad
come, and pretty soon the tramp of hor
ses' hoofs was heard, and it was soon
discovered that it was a squad of Federal
troops, and before the Confederates in
the church could be apprised of tbe
approach they had ridden up to tbe
door. Perceiving that religious services
were being held, tbey alighted and asked
to be admitted. Tbey were then told that
there were Confederate soldiers in the
church, but insisted on going in and they
were admitted likewise.
"Naturally tbe strange spectacle creat?
ed some consternation in tbe congrega?
tion, and for a time it seemed as if the
confusion would break up the meeting.
But my father raised his voice and began
most fervently to plead a better life,
beseeching his soldier hearers to become
religious and abandon their sins. He
preached with unusual force and power,
the strange scene lending him inspiration.
Strong men were stirred to tbe depths
and wept like children, and tbe scene of
confusion was fooo changed to one of
strong religious awakening.
"When he had concluded his sermon,
as was the custom in tbo-e days, he invi?
ted those who were convicted to come
forward to the mourners' bench and pray
and talk with him on the all important
subject.
"Then it was that one of the grandest
sights ever witnessed occurred. Those
soldiers, enemies to each other, engaged
in a bloody war, arose as one man, friend
and foe together, and marched to the front
of the church and kneeled together,
Confederate by Ftderal, their muskets
joining and crossing each other; their
revolvers touching each other as they
kneeled ; their heads bowed upon tbe
same altar and there mingling almost in
their deep contrition and profound feeling.
All animo-uties were forgotten, all strife
forgotten?they were together as brothers
around a common altar.'
"After the service tbey met on the
outside of tbe church ; they shook hands,
pledged fraternity, and each party went
off, taking opposite directions. They bad
been looking for each other perhaps with
murderous intent. Tbey found each
other, but tbey separated with love in
s'ead of hate friendlv instead of angry."
The recital of the story was listened to
with marked attention and interest,
every one being deeply impressed with
the beautiful incident, which is true in
every detail.?Chattanooga Times.
A Gigantic Frond.
A large number of colored people
around Ft. Mill and Rock Hill have
been the victims recently of a gigantic
fraud. Two weeks ago, a white man
and two colored men made their apper
ance among the darkies in a-.d around
Ft. Mill, and representing themselves as
agents for tbe American Colonization
Society, stated tbat they were authorized
to take all the colored people to Liberia.
The terms upon which the colored people
weie to receive transportation were as
follows: Every family was to pay $5
and individuals $1.50 each. For this
sum, it was represented, they would re?
ceive through passage to Liberia.
The "agents" did a thriving business,
and gave each person a little piece of
red card board, which, they represented,
would secure them a ticket to Liberia
upon presentation to the ticket agent at
Ft. Mill. Monday last was the day set
for the exodus to take place, and befcre
noon on that day 38 families of oltred
ppople and about 200 single individual
were camped at the depot, waiting for
the train. They deluged the ticket
agent with little red strips of card board,
but the agent was uuable to receive the
strips, and could give the deluded people
no encouragement whatever. In the
meantime their expected excursion train
failed to arrive, and nobody could tell
anything about the representatives of
the colonization society.
About 1,000 of these poor people have
been encamped at Ft. Mill, and at last
accounts were there yet. They are in
destitute circumstances, having sold out
everything they had to secure money t)
aid them on their journey.
It is said they paid tbe "agents" alto?
gether $1,500 in cash for the red strips.?
Chester Bulletin.
? It is said that the MaBon cotton har?
vester will be put on the market in time
for next year's crop. The price will not
be less than three hundred and fifty nor
more than five hundred dollars for a
harvester that will gather four thousand
pounds a day. The price will not be
definitely fixed uutil tbe cost of manufac?
turing is accurately ascertained.
? A cloudless sky never produces a
good harvest.
Logans' Color.
Tbe story of tbe Logan ancestry and of
how General Logan inherited or acquir?
ed bis appearance of having Indian
blood in his veins has never been pub?
lished, never correctly, at least, and is
quite interesting. General Logan's
aunt, Mrs. Margaret Fhelps, the sole sur?
vivor of that generation, a bright and
wonderfully intelligent old lady, says
that her father and family emigrated
from county Monagham, Ireland, 1793.
Her father, John Logan, was then a
child of five. Her grandfather, who was
one of tbe Scotch Presbyterian settlers of
Ulster, lived to be 118. The family first
settled in Maryland, and then moved to
Ohio. Her father was a 6tock breeder,
and her brother John, General Logan's
father, often made journeys South to sell
stock in New Orleansand other cities. On
one of these trips he met the widow of a
Frenchman named Laramie, one of
whose son Fort Laramie is named after.
The widow was half Indian, half French
?beautiful, well educated and wealthy.
She was considered a great catch, and
suitors came from far and near, but John
was tbe successful one. When John
married he induced his father and family
to move to Jackson county Mo, where
some of bis wife's property was located
and where she lived. By this wife Dr.
Logan had one child, a girl. Logan had
picked up some medical training in vari?
ous places, and, it is said got a degree
during one of his stays at Natchez, Miss.
Dr. Logan's wife died before 1820?the
exact date is not known?and he subse?
quently married Elizabeth Jenkins.
General Logan was the first child by the
second marriage. Dr. James Robarts, of
Carbondale, a warm friend of Gen. Lo?
gan and his father, and an old-time
political opponent of Dr. Logan when he
was running for the State legislature in
the thirties, comes into the story at this
point, for Dr. Robarts is authority for the
curious tale.
"It is a physiological fact," says Dr.
Robarts, "that the first child by a second
marriage frequently resembles the de?
ceased wife or husband to an extraordi?
nary degree. General Logan's case is
the most wonderful illustration of this
fact ever heard of. The general's father,
Dr. Logan, was rather dark, but not so
swarthy, while his mother was blue eyed
and fair haired. Yet General Logan,
strange as it may seem, inhe; .ed the In?
dian features and crmplexion of Dr. Lo?
gan's half breed wife who died several
years previously. Tbe first Mrs. Logan
was beautiful, as those half breed women
often are, and was comparatively fair,
much fairer, indeed, than her daughter,
General Logan's half-sister, or than the
General himself. Tbe grandchildren of
the General's half-sister, by tbe by, liv?
ing here in Carbondale, show strongly
marked traces of their Indian descent
through down to the fourth generation."
?Chicago Tribune.
The Chinese Diffusing Themselves Over
Many Parts of the World.
"People have little idea," said A. R.
Shattuck, who arrived in New York from
Canton last week, "bow rapidly the pas?
sion for emigrating is growing in China.
The whole southern Asiatic coast and
many of the Pacific islands are filling
with Chinese. In spite of our prohibi?
tory laws not a few Chinese manage to
smuggle themselves into our country, and
tbey are fairly swarming in many places
where nothing is done to keep them out.
"In 1871 only a few thousand Chinese
lived in Singapore. To day the new
China Town is tbe feature of tbe place.
Singapore has now 86,000 Chinese resi?
dents, and last year 150,000 Chinese
landed in the city on their way to other
parts of tbe coast. Cochin Chin which
is now a French province, is . n.pidly
filling with Chinese. Here, as in all
other parts of the south coast of Asia,
the Chinese excel the natives in intelli?
gence, education and business qualifica?
tions. They assert their superiority in
many ways, and treat most of tbe natives
as tbeir inferiors. In Cochin China the
Chinese merchants have absorbed the
greater part of the trade. They can beat
the natives selling their own products*
and many of them are rich.
"In Australia the Chinese are growing
in numbers. They control the trade of
tbe Gilbert Islands, and are gaining
ground in Hawaii. In many of tbe
Pacific Islands, like Fiji, where there is
considerable trade, a visitor is likely to
see a group of Chinese before his eye
lights on a native. The Chinese are
overrunning Bramab, and there is a large
colony of them in Mandalay. A large
party of traveling Chinese merchants
who were on the road in Burmah a few
weeks ago, were mistaken by the British
troops for Decoits. Tbe soldiers fired
upon them and several poor fellows were
killed.
"Tbe increasing migration among the
hordes of China is one of the most inter?
esting signs of the times. The Mongo?
lians are gradually diffusing themselves
over a large part of the world?a fact
that deeply concerns many nations, and
is al?o indicative of the great changes
going on in China, from which emigra?
tion would have been impossible years
ago."?Brooklyn Times.
That Odd Skin Complaint,
Philadelphia, December 27.?Dr.
J. V. Shoemaker of this city, when
shown a newspaper article giving tbe
alleged wonderful case of a negro man
and woman who had turned from black
to while aud whose transformation could
not be explained, s.tid : "It is not an un?
common skin disease and is known as
lencoderma. la white people the skin
turns a milky white, but it is more
noticeable in colored persons of course,
owing to the contrast with the dark skin.
The change of color is caused by the de?
struction or rather absorption of pigment,
which is not formed again and is not
painful. The disease can only be cured
when it is attended at the very start. It
is not fatal, and the only bad effect is tbe
deformity or piebald color it causes. It
is quite common among the negroes in
the South, where it ia often produced by
malaria."
? An Edge field paj.er ?vi^hes a tax to
be levied on d< gs, bachelors ani widow?
ers without children.
A CHART FOR THE NEW YEAR.
Some Tilings that should be Done In this
Year of Grace.
Slop writing it 1886.
Stop whistling airs from tho "Mikado,"
unless by special request.
Stop wearing giraffe bonnets in au?
dience?.
Stop telling ultra-venerable stories. .
Stop telling fresh stories whose point
can only be apprehended by tbe aid of a
doubleconvex .'eis.
Stop shirking your political duties.
Stop neglecting to return borrowed
books.
Stop indulging in more than one
hundred pounds of self-conceit to the
square inch.
Stop subscribing to the theory that a
workman is known by bis poker chips.
Stop tarrying at tbe flowing bowl or
other flowing receptacle for alcoholic
stimulants.
Stop supposing tbat tbe world could
not get along fair to middling without
you.
Stop fighting the inevitable.
Stop looking at the dark side of life.
Stop giving way to fault-finding.
Stop furnishing your friends with tbe
minute particulars of your bjdily ail*
moots.
Stop taking pessimistic views of men,
things and the theory of tbe universe.
Stop working too hard.
Stop workingtnot hard enough.
Stop going out between the acts for the
aromatic clove.
Stop writing to famous people for their
autographs.
Stop procrastinating.
Stop sending to newspapers "something
I've just dashed off and haven't stopped
to correct."
Stop informing your conscience that
white lies or any lies shade off from the
blonde don't count.
Stop using language unfit for publica?
tion to your telephone when you are
unable to catch the other fellow.
Stop believing tbat you could give all
the correspondents points on foreign poli?
tics.
Stop telling a busy < man "I know you're
busy, so I'll only keep you a minute," as
a prelude to an hour and a hairs attempt
to talk his arm off.
Stop being so engrossed in money
making as to have no time to be public
spirited.
Stop fiattering yourself that yon thor?
oughly understand the Irish question.
Stop investing your hard earned say?
ings in another man's game.
Stop striving to earn your living by toe
sweat of race horses, lottery tickets or
stock gambling. ? :.v|^
Stop laying the unction to your soul
that you can brush your hair so tbe bald
spot won't show.
Stop discussing Hamlet's madness, the
perso.-i .?!ty of the XVIIth Louis, tKd
difference between tbe old and new school
Presbyterian Church, tbe probable date
of the arrival of tbe millennium, and the
best way to dress a lettuce salad.
Stop casually reminding your wife oi
your mother's method of making mince
pies. i
Stop entertaining the impression ?u?
apples haven't tbe flavor they used/tjj
have. /
Stop boasting of bow practij
long enough to find out.;
merely narrow.
Stop over-eating and under exe
Stop casting motes out of. tbe
relatives, friends and acquaintances!
you are convinced that there are
beams enough in your own to start alur.
ber yard.
Stop entertaining tbe impression that
any year of the past was a better, year
than this year.
Stop envy, hatred, malice and all up>
charitableness.
Mr. Becclicr on Probation.
1
Mr. Beecber preached in Plymouth
Church Sunday upon the early and spirit?
ual stages of Christ's life. "Men are op
in arms," he said "over the problem o(
probation after death.
What a schoolboy question 1 What*
quickaninny matter 1 We shall find aftW
tbat we are all imperfect; that death is
but a step forward in the great life. Ovfi
beyond tbe grave God is preparing ]
for us. We may be fitted for this ]
but there are changed conditions the
which we must conform. That we,
be taught at some intermediary placj
some half way house between this woif
r id final immortality, there is no doubfc
People say they want proof of this, bo?l
cannot give it. Therefore I am noVl
theologian, for they know everything. \
"There is another thing that I conoot
prove, but which I firmly believe. Tlifii
world Is not the only live world. The
others are not all lazy, and they will sera
their people into the kingdom of Gc
They will not be like us. God bar
limited his fertility to the making of/
But what will these multitudes of p
be like ? Tell me if you can
"We must kill the old idea of me
ical dying, after which a man goes-j
to heaven, perfect aud angelic
U not a place where angels stand j
like wax figures and sing ballelujufl
"Death is the swelliug of a seed wJfich
lay upon this earth; it is the bursting
of a bud in April; it is the entering nr.
Summer; it is the going out of a pria
house. Christianity, after 2,000
ought to have taught men that it is j
to everlasting peace. Don't dra|
hero in black, or tbe dead child iu i
hues. If you know of some
who has gone to bis death, pat on
for him; but don't wear it for your i
or mother, or child. You say yoa^
better in mourning. Perhaps yotj
but you should not."
? Fred W. Shulor of Vances,'
burg County, the white man whoJ
taken from his house and thrashed
time ago for marrying a colored wor
and who promised to leave the Count)
by the first of January, has kept his
and skipped for parts unknown.
? "Mr. Jones," said little Jo!
that gentleman, who was mi
afternoon call, "can whisky talk?" y[
my child ; how can you ask such a <
tion?" "Oh, nothing i; only
whiskey was beginning to