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Microfilm Ref Call #373 Microfilm Order #M1992.4466 from The Alabama Department of Archives and History VERNON CLIPPER (AUGUST 1, 1879 - DATE FOUND ON 2ND PAGE) (NOTE THIS ISSUE IS BADLY TORN – MOSTLY NOT HERE) PAGE 3 AND 4 MISSING …….…..1879 NUMBER 22 FIRST COLUMN COMPLETELY GONE SECOND COLUMN – HALF WAY DOWN THE PAGE …….curtain of death and judgement that they were just about to lift. Yet when a twelve-month had passed, his bitterness began to be something less in degree: occasionally a ray of sense would break upon his gloom, and the thought would come to him that, after all, he had never once spoken of marriage to Emily Travers n so many words; he had taken everything for granted. He had left the way open for any other beggar that chose to come along. Why, he thought had he ever doubted Emily? -----(torn)----like a brother----would reply to himself ----felled her lover to the ground and had flung her from him, like a snake. She had reason to hate him he said; of course, she -------. Life looked-----though to Norman Macpherson at that time, and you may be sure he made no effort to set things right; but, with the persistency of his Scottish race, he fitted his back to bear the burden; and when the three years cruise was over, he made no visit to his home at all, but got another ---- of sea service, much to the relief of some one else who wished to say ashore. As for Emily, she had not been quite sure that night that she was not beside herself. Talking to the young naval officer who was going to marry Sophy – a secret she had kept at Sophy’s requirement, and concerning which she had often drawn on her fancy for Norman’s pleasure and surprise when she should be allowed to tell him – addressing him affectionately, as she felt toward one so soon to be her brother, and answering his threat of taking Sophy away by begging him not to part her from her sister, suddenly a white maniac with blazing eyes had appeared in the window, and an uplifted arm had fallen,-------Sophy had run to lift the-----senseless lover, and Norman------that it all meant she could-------and she was too stunned------. She went about as ------moving statue. Every--- go on a long, long way-----, she was waiting for a ---come; and when day----week after week crept by----came from Norman,-----othing of his whereabouts -- --official statement, she-----world had collapsed-----ble, and she collapsed------. ------up from that sick-----emerging from the -----shadow of death, and ----still clung to her;-----her pale face as if-----to a land beyond.----and went away; her -----and took Emily----at last in a little----ocean shores, where ----their scattered---were still Mer---by so quietly,---falling of the ----seas like an ----them, that they---of them passed. ----days to Emily ---- unhappy; ----nothing to look --- her mother, --- used to go ---to take long---at sunrise and … ..(TOP PARAGRAPHS GONE UNTIL ABOUT HALF WAY DOWN COLUMN)… ----forehead----turned upon his----ding to another---before he knew what he----or could make up his bewildered mind to action in relation to this man, who must long since have been Emily’s husband, as he reasoned. But he was not so quick that another foot did not come astriding after, and a hand was laid upon his shoulder in a manner that made him wheel about at once. “Well, Mr. Macpherson,” said the stranger, in a great honest voice, “according to all the laws of society, I believe you owe me some satisfaction, and I have come to claim it.” “By all means, sir.” said Mr. Macphearon, mechanically, with a bow. And then the strange broke into a hearty laugh. “And I won’t say anything,” he exclaimed, "about your outrage to your superior officer, but by Jove,” he cried, with another peal of laughter, "it serves you right. Did you suppose all the world wanted to marry your Emily, you conceited monkey? Sophy was a girl much more to my mind, let me tell you. Sophy has been my wife this many a month. And it was of Sophy that Emily was speaking when you took the law into your hands. “__suppose sir,” ran on the stranger, that I ought to give you a good thrashing; but all the satisfaction I want to hear you say that you are ashamed of yourself.” And you may be sure he --- it. But there was no time for conversation before they were joined by others, and the courtesies of the exceedingly ---occasion occupied the time of hosts and guests till the boat put off again, and the Ataseck received her own. But a letter to the department, requesting a leave of absence from his ship, went into them all from the next harbor they entered, and the time that passes before an answer came and the request was granted was longer than all the rest of Norman Macpherson’s life. And although he traveled homeward as fast as steam could carry him, to his frame of mind, electricity would have seemed slow. With what elation he saw at last, the long, long miles having raveled out behind him like the clearing of a tangled skein, the lights of the city stretching on all the radiation of its avenues! How gladly and eagerly, two hours after that, he hurried up the street of the little suburban town, picturing to himself the sight of Emily, the sparkle of her surprise, the next moment when he should feel her arms around him, the way in which she would forgive him, hardly daring to look up, his heart beating so. And when he did at last look up, it was only to see blinds closed and paths overgrown, and the latch of the gate too rusted to lift easily -–only to find, with a benumbed sense of the world having come to an end, that Emily and her mother had gone; and, as his own people had scattered long ago, there was nobody in that neighborhood to tell him where. But after a few hours his wits returned to Mr. Macpherson, he remembered that the family had friends and from one to another he went then in the following weeks, but to no purpose. All that he could discover was that Emily and her mother were in Europe, but in what portion of it nobody seemed to know. For a little while he experienced all the black despair of such revulsion from hope. But there was nothing to do. He nursed his ill fortune, and contrived to get transferred to the European squadron, and then began his search anew. As fate had ordered it, perhaps in mockery of his impulsiveness, he had not learned the name of the officer who had demanded satisfaction; he did not ------ -----(TOP COLUMN GONE HALF WAY DOWN)---- ……ashore one day as usual, ---afternoon of the morning when ---gate entered part, and had taken a stroll through the little town, and had lost himself in the upper part of it. The lowering weather of the morning had ripened to a drizzling mist at last, and now it was running in a steady downpour that the wind caught up in slanting sheets. He had, however, bought an umbrella at some shop, and was hurrying down to the shore – picturesque as ever with all its boats and nets, in the advancing twilight, wrapped in gusts of rain that now and then opened and disclosed the masts rocking in the offing – and wondering only if he would find the sailors waiting with the gig. The wind was straight in his face, and the rain came fine as needles. He held the umbrella, as he bent to force off the gale, directly before him, like an African warrior's shield; and that is the reason that he suddenly found himself brought to a standstill, as with a sudden shock his umbrella had interlocked with another, like two horned creatures doing battle. “A thousand pardons,” he exclaimed gruffly, in English, before he thought himself of his French. “Do pray excuse me,” came a parcel of silver notes, in English too. And then, in another moment, both umbrellas were sailing off upon the blast and careering out to sea – but what care they who saw them in that gathering gloom, as Emily and he were clasped in one another’s arms, and life was whole again. They were married the next day; and although, a year afterward, Norman left the navy and entered business, it was not until that morose man had earned the reputation of being the jolliest dog afloat. SACRED SONGS. A GROUP OF SONGS FOR STEVENSON’S MUSIC SOUND THE LOUD TIMBRELL. Miram’s Song. Air – Avison Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea! Jehovah has triumph’d – his people are free. Sing – for the pride of the tyrant is broken. His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting – the Lord hath but spoken, And chariot and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt dark sea? Jehovah has triumphed – his people are free. Praise to the Conqueror; praise to the Lord, His word was our arrow; his breath was our sword! Who shall return o tell Egypt the story Of those sent forth in the hour of her pride? For the Lord hath look’d out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dash’d in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed – his people are free. THE WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. Air – Stevenson. This world is all a fleeting show For man’s illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flowers; There’s nothing true but heaven. And false the light on glory’s plume As fading hues of even; And Love and Hope and Beauty’s bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb – There’s nothing bright but heaven! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we’re driven And fancy’s flash and reason’s ray Serve but to light the troubled way – There’s nothing calm but heaven! COME YE DISCONSOLATE. Air – German Come, ye desolate, where’er you languish Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel’ Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, God’s name saying “Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.” Go; ask the infidel what boon he brings us, What charms for aching hearts he can reveal, Sweet as that Heavenly promise Hope sings us – “Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.” QUOTE ..”Stand up and tell the truth like a little bell-punch.” is the latest addition to the phraseology of slang. ARTICLE - LEADVILLE LIFE AND INCIDENTS IN THAT FLOURISHING TOWN Leadville letter to the N. Y. Herald: The excitement of the hour is the killing of Jacob M. Grier by F. M. Ritchie. Grier was the barkeeper of the merchants restaurant, a man universally popular. He may still be remembered by some at the east as the railway engineer who several years ago, while hauling an express train over the Pennsylvania road at the rate of forty miles an hour, saw a little girl on the track before him, rapidly crawled upon the cowcatcher and caught her in time to save her life. F. M. Ritchie, a barkeeper from Arkansas, had bought an interest in the Merchants saloon, but had failed to come to a final understanding with Ellis, the proprietor, who ordered him to be excluded from the place. On Friday evening Ritchie came to the saloon and was prevented from going behind the counter by Grier, who was in charge. It was about eight o’clock, and at that hour the broad avenue on which the saloon stands is full of men, partly miners returned from their prospect holes and partly new comers just emptied from the stages. A crowd of these were standing around the door when the two men, Grier and Ritchie, speaking loudly and gesticulating, appeared on the threshold. In Leadville a “difficulty” is pretty well understood, and it generally takes the form of lead. So the crowd began to scatter. In an instant shots were heard – some witnesses say two, some three – and Grier’s dead body was seen on the sidewalk. The physicians testify that he was shot twice through the chest and died in ten seconds. A jury was summoned on the following day and found a verdict of willful and felonious murder against Ritchie, and he will (probably?) be duly tried. His defense is that Grier struck him with his fist and then fired at him in the street, that he only used his pistol in self-defense. But Grier’s popularity leaves him few apologists in this town. People are sick of all this brutality and violence and fraud and debauchery of all kinds. It is only the other day that a man was hot dead for claiming a town lot, and another, a mining contractor, met the same fate from a laborer who claimed to be paid off on Wednesday instead of Saturday. As to robberies, they are of daily occurrence. Every night some lonely wayfarer is requested to “hold up his hands’ by two or three bunkos with revolvers in close proximity to his nose, and punishment hardly ever follows the offense. In the rare instances in which arrests are made the bunkos confederates are always on hand to prove an alibi. A local newspaper desiring to glorify the town states in a recent article that “though it is scarcely two years since the first building was put up here, it now contains – beer halls, 19; saloons, 120; gambling houses, 118; houses of prostitution, 35. This is a pretty showing, but the line of argument by which it is made to gratify any citizen’s pride is not easily followed. We have imported our vices from the west as well as the east. One institution – known as opium club halls – has been borrowed from San Francisco. The main object of the club is, of course, the smoking of opium. But the deleterious charms of the drug are heightened by the presence of female society, and the meetings of the club are held in rooms closely shut up and heated to such an extent that clothing is unbearable. Here scores of creatures spend their days and nights in semi-stupors, unconscious of everything but the dreamy, sensuous languor which De Quincy so graphically describes. No policeman can enter there, unless, indeed, he desires membership in the club and has money enough to pay his share of the cost. But public rumor is much at fault if on the list of members you could not find some of the leading merchants, lawyers, and mine-owners. Life is very hard here. The climate is exceedingly trying; it snows every month in the year. Few men have their wives with them. Hence the inordinate number and vast variety of resorts devoted to what is called pleasure. JOKE …A gentleman wishing to obtain board for his wife and family in the country was directed to a neat looking farmhouse kept by an old farmer and his wife. A brief inspection satisfied him that the place would suit him. “But now as to the terms, “ he said. “Waal,” drawled the farmer, “you have six children, you say?” “Yes, sir.” The old man reflected a few moments and then resumed: “Last year I took children at half price. Do you see them p’ar trees and berry bushes? Waal, this year I will charge full price for the young ‘uns, and throw in your wife and yourself for nothin.” POEM – FATE – by Howard Glyndon, in Lippincot for July O eyes that mate with mine, of all the earth – Dear, wistful eyes that mine have never seen! I pray that ye may never look my way Until my grave be green! O hands that would have helped me in my need, That never would have thrust my own aside! O, never may ye touch me till I be Too pale for pride! O feet in listening for whose coming youth Went by, while of its leaf-time came no bloom ‘Tis now too late for ye to come, till I For happier hearts make room. O lips that would have found my own most sweet Of all sweet things that gladden God’s dear earth Let the world part us until mine are cold And dumb and little worth. O heart of all hearts, that was meant for mine, That somewhere wanderest weary for my sake! Will some mysterious sorrow thrill thee through The day that mine shall break? WAIFS AND WHIMS What the country wants. Summer boarders. Many so-called “self-made men” relieve their parents of a fearful load of responsibility. The postage stamp, says the New Orleans Picayune, knows its place after it has been licked once. When a boy sees a nice, round, smooth stone lying on the ground, he always thinks it rather mean that there isn’t a yellow dog in the vicinity. “Whoso sheddeth man’s blood by man shall his blood be shed.” We commend this passage particularly to the notice of that sweet little bittercup, the mosquito. Whenever a woman does a wicked or a foolish thing, the newspapers designate her as beautiful and accomplished. Perhaps that is why some good, homely women become bad. “Don’t you think that a good likeness of me?” said a pretty wife to her small fraction of herself called her husband. “Very good,” was the reply, “except that there is a little too much repose about the mouth.” Boy: “What are you crying for, Sally?” Girl: “Cus I got the toothache.” Boy: “You go round to my grandmother; she’all show yer what to do; she knows how to take hers out and put’em back whenever she wants.” A writer tells us to place our hand upon our heart and feel its muffled beat – that it will sadden us. True; but not half so much as placing our hand upon our wallet, and realizing from its thinness that we must soon become the muffled beat. When a man is standing with one foot on a truck and the other on a case on the sidewalk, and the horse suddenly starts and causes him to open like a pair of shears, the rapidity with which he can’t decide what to do is one of the most insoluble phenomena of human nature – [new York Star When a humming bird, primed with the fragrance of myriad meadow blossoms, sinks from sight in the bell of some delicious breeze-waved flower, it must feel inexpressibly happy. In fact, it must feel as jubilant as a man does in a crowded horse-car when the conductor passes him, thinking he had already collected his fare. ‘Tis the rosebud, with its delicate blush, that now adorns the lappel of the swell young man. He would like to convey the impression that it was placed there by some fair hand that plucked it from its bush while yet it sparkled with the morning dew. This is not the case. It is one that he reached through the fence and stole from a ---on his way down town. This is the view taken of it by an infant of St. Joseph, Mo: Little Freddie was undergoing the disagreeable operation of having his hair combed by his mother, and he grumbled at the maneuver. “Why, Freddie,” said mamma, “you ought not to make such a fuss. I don’t fuss and cry when my hair is combed.” “Yes,” replied the youthful party, “but your hair ain’t hitched to your head.” Slag is produced at all iron works and being lighter than iron it floats on the surface of the melted metal, is drawn off, and then cooled, looks something like colored lumps of glass. It is now proposed to utilize this refuse material. This is already done in England. Two companies are engaged in making bricks, concrete paving material and other articles from slag. Over 3,000,000 bricks a year are sent to London alone. In Northamptonshire, glass works are in operation, where the slag is transferred into a course glass for bottles and other articles. It is now proposed to begin similar works in this county. PAGE 2 THE VERNON CLIPPER Published Weekly ALEXANDER COBB, Editor and Proprietor $1.50 per annum FRIDAY, AUGUST 1, 1879 CHICAGO, JULY 22 Two maiden sisters, aged 43 and 40, living in Hyde Park, a Southern suburb of this city, committed suicide together last night by hanging themselves in the parlor of their house, after carefully nailing up all the doors. The cause is supposed to be the action of their father in getting away from them property bequeathed them by their mother and leaving them in a penniless condition. A younger sister was found in an upper chamber in a state bordering on insanity. All three sisters have the reputation of being very eccentric. MEMPHIS, JULY 23 Thirteen new cases have been reported to the Board of Health this morning. The fever seems to be gradually spreading in the another portion of the city. Citizens continue to leave the city in large numbers. The authorities are still looking about for a site to establish a camp. LOUISVILLE, JULY 23 The health officer discovered two cases of yellow fever in the city yesterday afternoon, both of which were brought from Memphis. RICHMOND, TEXAS, JULY 18 The negro MARCELUS FLOYD, who attempted to outrage a white girl in this county, was taken from jail this morning by an armed mob and hanged to a tree on the road side. Whisky is now made from leather, and this may perhaps explain why so many persons who drink it are always stripped. Hash Knife is the name of a new post office in Texas. A post office in Arizona bears the name of Fried Liver. A mulatto named JOHN BRECKENRIDGE, overtook MISS NANNIE BERRY, white, while on her way to church, near Carlisle, Ky., on the 14th inst., and forced her into the woods where he outraged her. He was captured and put in jail, and subsequently taken therefrom and hung by a mob. The body of a child was recently found in a barrel of whisky in a grocer’s establishment in Arkansas. The stamp on the barrel showed the whisky to have been four years old. The child was fastened in the barrel when it was made and the whisky poured upon it, which has preserved the body until barrel was emptied. The authorities think they can trace up the crime and bring the murderer to justice. Still there is death and misery in every whisky barrel, and no notice is taken of it. An Arabian proverb says: The world is supported by four columns – the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous, the bravery of the valiant and the science of the physician.” A little girl was punished by her mother for some misdemeanor. When the correction had been finished she looked up---- and said, “Sing to me, mamma.” “What shall I sing?” “Sing ‘There is rest for the weary.” Those who get through the world without enemies are commonly of three classes – the subtle, the adroit and phlegmatic. The leaden rule surmounts obstacles by yielding to them; the oiled wheel escapes friction; the cotton sack escaped damages by its impenetrable elasticity. A quaint writer says: “I have seen women so delicate that they were afraid to ride a horse for fear of the horse running away; afraid to said for fear the boat might be upset; afraid to walk, for fear they might fall; but I have never seen one afraid to be -----, which is far more riskful than all the others put together. ARTICLE – A LAMAR RAISED MAN ON TOP. In 1835, there was born in an humble cottage of poor but highly respectable parents, on the banks of the Sipsey, in the county of Lamar a male child, who was christened ROBERT GREEN, and whose sir name was WRIGHT. It was here in this quiet and unpretending home the object of this sketch grew to manhood. His early education was sadly neglected, receiving such as could be obtained at the Old Field school of that day and place. When Mr. Wright attained his majority and went out in the world to carve out his own fortune, he decided to educate himself, which he did by alternate teaching and attending school. This first great object attained he chose the high and noble profession of medicine and entered at once upon the study of the same. Mr. Wright opened an office at Pleasant Site, Franklin County, in 1860, and commenced the practice of his profession. By close attention to business, and untiring application to books he soon built up a lucrative practice. But he was not left to pursue the even tenor of his way long, for soon, ah! soon wars dread alarm was sounded. “His brethren were already in the field.” He could not stand idle, so he laid aside his books, closed his office, raised a company and joined the 27th Alabama Regiment, and on it organization was chosen Major. His first service was at Ft. Donolds where the 27th was captured, the Maj. however made his escape, and returned to Alabama and raised a Battalion with which he served with distinction to the close of the war, covering himself with honors as he was covered with scars. During the war Maj. Wright met, wooed, and married one of Alabama’s most beautiful and accomplished daughters. This good lady aided him in his early struggles after the war and now enjoys with him the rich fruits of his labor. Maj. Wright settled at Union Springs after the war where he engaged in the drug business in a small way on borrowed capital. Finding this too slow for his energies and genius, he closed out and opened a Supply House which he now operates. His sales this year will amount $25,000. He raised last year 1,000 bales of cotton on his farms, and expects to gather 1,500 this year. He is now building a large fire-proof ware house, and has a contract out for building three brick stores with city hall above. One of these stores is to be used by the Major as a Banking House. Major Wright also owns an orange farm in Florida which he is enlarging every year, and expects to realize largely from it soon. So you see if the same success attends him for the next ten years that has for the past ten he will be worth his millions. Our young men ought to take fresh courage when they see what one poor friendless young man has done. May you live long GREEN and be happy, is the wish of one who knew you when a poor boy. J. H. B. PIKEVILLE ITEMS There are a few localities in this section in which the corn crop has been injured by drought, but as a general thing the prospect for a bounteous yield is good. Bad fences are a fruitful source of discord among farmers at this season of the year. When the crop begins to mature, hungry cattle and hogs will make incursions upon the inviting fields of grain, unless they are restrained by good and sufficient fences. Then, as it too often the case, dogs and shot guns are made to supply the place of a fence, a proceeding usually followed by quarrels and petty lawsuits. In such cases everybody should observe the golden rule: Do unto others &c. There is some talk of holding an election in Pikeville to prohibit the sale of liquor within a prescribed distance (say two miles) from the courthouse. No definite action has been taken in the matter. TOM BANNISTER is the owner of an educated wagon dog that will drive oxen with loads over roads where the most skillful human drivers would despair. His dogship watches for the critical moment, and when he sees that the oxen…(torn – HUGE CHUNK OUT OF PAPER) The first Saturday in ---the day fixed for holding the ---to select a courthouse site for Marion County. POEM – THE CHILD AND THE STAR – By REV. R. T. BENTLEY Away in yonder favored clime, Where vernal years mete out the time, And Nature boasteth in her prime – Where birds and flowers flit and wave O’er the streamlets, as they lave Their wings and petals in the wave – A little cottage humbly stood Just beside a brook which flowed Through a green and grassy wood, O’er its doors the ivy grew, And flowers bloomed of every hue, Sparkled with the morning dew. The days on wings of light had fled: The twilight’s sombre shades were spread, And all the world looked dark and dead; When, from the western fields of space, The evening star came forth to grace The crown of night with her sweet face, Of all the beauties of the skies, I love the twinkling stars that rise Up with their beaming, laughing eyes. A little child lay on its bed, Pale and silent as the dead, As if its little life had fled. A mother, wearied out with care, Knelt beside that couch, and there Poured her sorrow forth in prayer; When through the window shot a ray, Like the ocean’s silv’ry spray Dancing in the light of day. There was a voice sweet and low, Soft as when the breezes blows: “Mother I’m not afraid to go; For yonder is a light I see Shining in the sky for me, So beautiful, and bright and free.” That star another ray had given – That little soul once more had striven - Another cherub was in Heaven. CANSLER’S MILLS, ALA. JULY 28, 1879 Mr. Editor: Thinking that another splinter from BOTTOM RAIL would be admissible I submit this: Fine rains, fine prospects, fine spirits and an insatiable desire for the good thing expected at the picnic. Extensive preparations are being made all over the country. The little pigs swell and smile when the swill is poured in, but little knowing the fate that awaits them. The chickens and turkey sing saucily to the fair hands that scatters the crumbs. If there is any assimilation in the appetite of Governors, Grand Masters, and Methodist preachers, these fowls will find an easy transition. Come and see. Editor, Publisher, wives, children, sweethearts and all come; but don’t forget the Baskets! Yours, BOTTOM RAIL STATE NEWS A horse ran away with a buggy near Eufala recently, badly injuring MRS. MOSES ALEXANDER, and killing her little girl, “EDDIE” Tuscumbia Alabamian: COL. JOHNSON says that a hen on his place has built her nest three years in succession seventy-five or a hundred feet from the ground, in a large white oak tree. A few days ago, she was seen to bring seven chicks from their lofty next in …..(HUGE CHUNK TORN OUT OF PAPER)----- …..-----The gallant Fred Fluker saw her charms and loved her without regard to race, color or previous condition of servitude. As an evidence of his love he presented her with a pair of white stockings, indicative of the purity of his affection. Her former husband heard of it, and the flame of love still burning brightly, he met the giver, and a bloody setto was the result. Fred came out badly worsted, lovelorn and shirtless. The deserted husband, once bound by the ties of matrimony, is now bound by a bond of $100. Huntsville Democrat: This morning, a negro man, GEORGE FORD, in the employ of MR. WILLIAM R. WISOR, of this city, was treading a wheelbarrow of lime on Holmes Street, and leading a horse, attached to one of his ankles by a slip noose. When he reached ---mouth of Mr. WM. B. LEEDY’S al--, the wheelbarrow turned over, spilling the lime. The horse took fright, jerked George to the ground, and dragged him by the arm, across Pin Hook Bridge and some distance beyond, killing him. His breast was denuded of the skin, his forehead badly cut, probably by the horse’s heels, and his body showing other injuries. He had an exceptionally good character, and his employer and other friends are grieved at this death. Jacksonville Republican: A man has been selling the people of Baldwin county be selling them a seed of plant, which he claims to have imported from Germany, and recommends as good for everything. He got rid of his seed at the enormous price of fifty cents a seed. The plant is nothing more nor less than that known in this region as “Devil’s Claws,” and which grows wild all along our lanes and alleys. The plant may be seen growing about the Presbyterian Church every year in its season. Here is a chance for a “spec” that will ----the fruit tree business. We learn that Mr. WILLIAM WILSON so Marengo County has entered into a contract with the Sipsey Navigation Company by which he has the exclusive right of running steamboats in the Sipsey River for a term of ten years. Mr. WILSON is to remove the obstructions in the river in consideration of the exclusive right to navigate it. We wish all success to the enterprise. The coal fields of Fayette and Walker are apparently inexhaustible, and the coal is of the very best quality. All that is needed to induce capitalists to take hold and construct a railroad to these mines, from Columbus or some other eligible point, is to introduce the coal to the notice of the public. We cannot doubt, if this be done, a railroad will speedily be constructed. (HUGE TEAR IN TOP COLUMN) -------To his friends and patrons of Lamar and -----in store, and is daily receiving one of -----stocks of goods in the City, and in-----fore buying elsewhere and examine-----It is no trouble to show goods, and when-----for he keeps none but first class goods, ------any house in they city. COLUMBUS.----J. S. ROBERTSON is with the ----be pleased to serve his man----- Dr. J. D. -----Ervin and -----Successors to ---- Deal----Drugs, Medicines, Cigars NATHAN BRO----Dealers----Whiskies, brandies----cos---Our Motto---profit----- PAGE 3 – MISSING PAGE 4 - MISSING |
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