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Vernon Clipper 30 Jan 1880

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ANSWER HIM SOFTLY – G. N. in the Traveler Answer him softly. You must know, In the depths below, How sharp the struggle, the fight he made Ere the price he paid And yielded his soul to the tempter’s power In a hasty hour.

Answer him softly, for it may be – Like the sturdy tree, Which tested, in many a storm, its strength, To be rent at length – He struggled full oft, and resisted well, Though at last he fell.

Answer him softly, lest you be tried On your weaker side, And fall, as before you so many have done, Who in thought had won; Fall, too, ere temptation had spent its force In its subtle course.

Answer him softly, for none can tell, When the storm-clouds swell, whose bark shall weather the tempest, or whose Its venture shall lose. Speak gently, the weakest may stand the gale, The stoutest may fall.

TRIUMPH – E. W. B. Not he who rides through conquered city’s gate At the head of blaxoned hosts and to the sound Of victor’s trumpets, in full pomp and state Of war, the utmost pitch has dreamed or found To which the thrill of triumph can be -----

Not he who by a nation’s vast acclaim Is sudden sought and singled out alone And while the people madly shout his name, Without a conscious purpose of his own, Is swung and lifted to the nation’s throne.

But he who has all single-handed stood, With foes invisible on every side, And, unsuspected of the multitude, The force of fate itself has dared, defied, And conquered silently – Ah, that soul knows In what white heat the blood of triumph flows.



One of the most muscular, powerful limbed settlers on the old New York frontier a century since, was Henreich Kaupman. His arms were like piston-rods and he could drive his huge, mallet-fist, with such a tremendous momentum as to fell an ox as if stricken by a thunderbolt. It is said that he was once caught by two Iron-muscled Mohawks, each armed with knives, while Henreich had neither; yet at the first onset he fractured the skull of the foremost Indian, bore the second one to the earth as of nothing but an infant. That Indian never resumed the perpendicular again. All this is by way of introduction to an adventure that Kaupman once had with a pack of wolves, and which came fearfully nigh having a fatal result for him. The winter of 17 – was an unusually severe one throughout the Northern States and many deaths from exposure and starvation occurred before the opening of spring. The wolves, bears and other wild animals became nearly famished from hunger, and as a consequence, were unusually fierce and courageous. They came down from the mountains, and woe to the sheep-fold that was left unprotected during the night. They were sure to be invaded by the starving animals, and not a sheep would live to tell the tales. There were tracts around the barns where the wolves had trotted all night in their search for some means of entrance; their howls could be heard through the still, cold hours, and more than one house-wife had been chased to her very door by imprudently venturing forth after nightfall. Many of the settlers sat in the upper stories by shooting the wolves, for whose scalps the Government had a standing bounty of several shillings. Henreich Kaupman remained at home, only venturing forth to his dumb animals and to see that they were properly protected during the night. But after awhile his stock of groceries became low, and finally gave out altogether. True, he and his family could live upon the poultry, sheep, and animals they owned, but it was rather unpleasant to be without tea, coffee, sugar, salt and many other articles that were more necessities than they were luxuries. By this time, too, the roads had been traversed so much that they were thoroughly broken, and Henreich concluded to harness up his mare to his sled and go to the village, about four miles distant and procure the articles he so much needed. With a want of foresight which he could never explain, he started on his journey without a weapon except a keen edged hatchet, which was carried in case the sled should give out. In his house hung his trusty rifle, but neither he nor his wife seemed to imagine that there would be any call for it, and he drove cheerily away, bidding his wife a merry goodbye as the mare went at a spanking gait down the road toward the village. The latter place –which more properly might be termed a settlement – was reached in good time, the groceries all bought, and everything was in readiness to start homeward. Henreich had been storm bound so long in his house that he found the companionship of his friends at the village extremely agreeable. There was so much to talk about, so much news to listen to, such a quantity of gossip regarding the affairs of the neighborhood, that the time slipped unconsciously by, until, when he arose to go, he found it was almost dark. Still he had no fears, as his wife would understand that he had remained in the village, and there was no necessity for his immediate return. As he turned homeward and left the village behind him, and noticed that the dim light by which he was traveling belonged to the moon, it flashed upon him that perhaps he would encounter danger before reaching home, and he regretted, for the twentieth time, that he had left his rifle behind. The road, deep between the drifts of snow, was of just sufficient width for the little mare and sled, and the spirited little animal went forward at a swift gait, while Henreich, somewhat stupefied and weary, was beguiled into drowsiness by the easy, gliding motion of the sled. He was half asleep and half conscious when he became sensible of a rapid increase in the motion of the sled. He felt it jerk several times beneath him, and all at once a fiercer jerk than usual, accompanied by a neigh of terror, effectually aroused him, and he sat bolt upright and looked around. He looked in front; all wore its wonted appearance; a wild, strangling piece of wood standing two feet deep in snow; the narrow track twisting through it; the heavens, cold and clear, the earth white’ but close behind the sled wee three gaunt animals, cantering heavily while a fourth was fast gaining behind. The jaws of the leading wolf, owing to the lowness of the sled, were within reach of Henreich’s shoulder. But the latter cared little for this. The brutes were after the mare, and upon her courage and fortitude depended the escape of herself and master. If the alarmed creature could have the nerve to keep steadily onward in the track, she had a good chance of eluding her pursuers; for the moment the wolves sprang outside the road to pass the sleigh, the depth of the snow so diminished their speed that they fell behind. But should the mare, in her terror, spring aside and plunge into the snow, Kaupman knew it was all up with both of them. Such a proceeding would disentangle her from the sled; and before she could flounder a dozen yards through the snow, they would be tearing her to shreds. Henreich leaned forward and spoke kindly to his animal, which raise her ears that were flat with terror, and fell into a more even pace. He then turned, and brandishing his keen edged hatchet, shouted to the brutes, but it did not discomfit them in the least. Reaching forward he patted his mare with the hand that held the reins, while he held the hatchet in the other, and kept his eye upon the ferocious brutes. However, he did not use the weapon, for the close the wolves kept to the sled the less they were seen by the horse, and as a consequence, there was the less probability of her terror becoming uncontrollable, and her breaking aside from the path. So long as matters remained in their relative position, Henreich felt that all was going well. It was not long before the wolves discovered that there was little prospect of success so long as they remained in the track, and they now began springing aside and attempting to get abreast of the horse. In every instance they fell behind; but each effort revealed them to the terrified mare, that had no blinkers, and the furious plunges she made filled Henreich with the greatest anxiety. One of the wolves was very large, straight-limbed, and showed a speed superior to the rest. More than once, when he sprang out into the snow, he advanced nearer abreast the horse than did the others. Upon the gaunt creature Henreich fixed his eye, and caught the green light that played from his eyelids. By and by the snow became flatter and the huge wolf again sprang aside. The speed of these animals is extraordinary, and he gained rapidly. Henreich waited until he got just abreast, when, rising in his seat, he circled the hatchet over his head, and brought it down with the quickness of lightning. The head of the wolf was cleft in twain, and, with a dying yelp, he doubled over in the snow, and was quickly left behind. One of the dreaded animals was dispatched; there were three left, as furious for blood as ever; and these never abated their speed in the least. Had they got a taste of the blood of their companion they would have gagged themselves on him before seeking the horse, but he whisked off the stage of life so suddenly that they scarcely noticed his absence. The distance from home was rapidly diminished beneath the quick steps of the mare, which continued to carry the sled at full speed, until the fear of overturning became again a source of anxiety. Henreich, too, had learned by this time, that these were no ordinary animals with which he had to deal, but sharp-set, fiercely courageous and determined brutes, to which man or beast would be alike welcome, their preference, however as manifested by their actions, being for horseflesh. These were not the animals to be frightened away by the sight of a man’s house, and there was a bad open space between the outskirts of the forest and Henreich’s home, to which he looked with no little apprehension. They had now approached the very edge of the wood, and the wolves began gaining on each side. The terror-stricken horse became uncontrollable, and, bounding terrifically forward, caught the sled against the stump of a tree, overturned it, and galloped away at a full run, leaving Henreich alone in the snow. Before he could rise he felt the brutes clawing at his throat, but his garments were so thick that he was saved from injury; and, rising to his feet threw them off. His hatchet had been jerked out of his hand as he fall, and he looked desperately around for it, but it was not to be found. By this time the mare was almost out of sight and two of the wolves were upon the defenseless man; and the other, deserting the animal, bounde3d back. Henreich faced the foremost, and the next moment was surrounded. The powerful man called into play all the strength for which he was renowned. He struck furiously at the leaping snarling brutes, and flung them off when they attempted to cling to him. Had he possessed a weapon – even a club – it is not impossible that he would have saved himself. One blow with a club, in his hands, would have cracked the skull of the largest brute, and with a knife he could have ripped them open. But there was no hope fighting with his naked hands. His blood has already dyed the snow, and the smell and taste of it made the brutes furious. Their lithe, heavy bodies were hurled against him, as if impelled by some power not their own, and finally they pulled him down. The sweets of this earth, the mystery of heaven, swept through poor Henreich’s mind; nay, in these brief, terrible moments, the particulars found time to intrude. It is often, very often, thus in the moment of death. He thought how his devoted Mary would watch through the vigil – how his mangled remains would tell his fate in the morning – a life’s despair for the mother of the helpless little ones. All these things rushed through his brain, and he knew that he himself was in the jaws of the wolves. Then those foul, lurid eyes glared over him; the tightening of the throat followed, and thinking was finished. Still he struggled to release his arms -–the grasp on his throat was choking him; his sense reeled; when, like the whizzing of a meteor, another hard-breathing animal shot in among the assailants and fastened itself on the chief. The wolves for an instant relaxed their fury. Henreich reeled giddy to his feet and recognized his brave dog. He turned to help him, and a bright object caught his eye; it was his hatchet lying on the snow, within arm’s length of the last terrible struggle. Henreich snatched it up and was himself again. His arms were bleeding, but their giant strength remained. The next instant he had split the skull of one of the wolves, and now he turned, like the madman he was, upon the fierce animal that had born his faithful dog to the ground. The first blow laid bare the gaunt backbone, the next gave his throat a terrible gash, and the third loosened his fearful grip upon the dog. Still he struggled fiercely, when Henreich sprang upon the animal, and cut, and hacked and slashed until the wolf was mince-meat. As he arose, a hand was on his shoulder, and turning a hand was on his bosom. “Henreich!” “Mary!” Long did the young people stand in speechless embrace; but the weaker supported the stronger, for Henreich’s manly nerves were gone, and he leaned upon Mary like a helpless child. The arrival of the frightened horse aroused his wife, and the moment she opened the door, the dog rushed forth, led buy his kindly instinct. Mary fled wildly after him; not pausing to bring the rifle. But this, it has been shown, was not needed.

BEAR KILLING IN VIRGINIA Game of all kinds is very abundant on the mountains around Job’s Knob this season, and the recent snow renders it pursuit comparatively easy. On Monday of last week Mr. Henry M. Dawson of Greenbreir County found the marks of three bears near the headwaters of Cherry River, and tracked them several miles to a hollow tree on Job’s Knob. Returning next morning the bears were found to be still in the tree, and after ineffectual attempts to draw them out by means of fire and the dogs, the tree was cut down. One of the bears, a yearling was shot, while trying to escape, but the old she bear immediately attacked the dogs, laying one out for dead and injuring the other two. In the melee Mr. Dawson had his coat tore from his back and received several scratches, but fortunately escaped serious injury. Finally, a rifle ball, with the muzzles of the gun in the bear’s mouth, put an end to Bruin’s existence. Without waiting to reload, and armed only with a knife, the intrepid hunter started after the third and last bear, and overtaking it at mile’s distance, succeeded in killing it after a desperate personal encounter! Mr. James Dinally, of Job’s Knob, and Mr. Samuel Wallace, of Williamsburg, assisted in this extraordinary bear-fight, and the skins, which were very fine ones, were sold on the spot to Mr. Torrey, of the United States Coast Survey, who happened to be present – [Correspondence]

SHE WOULDN’T INTERFERE “Are you fond of game?” asked Belinda’s husband, sticking the fork into the canvas-back. Mrs. Goodington did not answer for a moment. It was clear the query had called up recollections of the past. Looking up with a smile perambulating around the deep ruts Old Time had worn in her kindly face, she said: “When Darniel was alive we used to have a good rubber of whist now and then; but as for your new-fangled games, such as curexa, cabbage, and physique, I’m too old to learn any of them. But don’t mind me, Theodore; if the young folks want to play, let them. I would be the last to interfere with any of their harmless recriminations.” – [N. Y. World]

“PARDON ME” said Bob, when he stepped on the girl’s foot in the dance. “Don’t apologize,” said she; “beaux on the shoes are fashionable and we can stand anything for style.”

POWER OF THE PRESS – SOME EXTRACTS FROM WENDELL PHILLIPS’ ORATION ON THIS SUBJECT. Thursday night Mr. Phillips spoke to 2,000 people in Steinway Hall on “The Press; Its Power for Good and Evil.” Among other things he said: There were careful authorities which estimated that 15,000,000 of newspapers and books, the products of the press, were daily flooded before the eyes of the people of the world. It would not be a large calculation to say that there were from 20,000,000 to 25,000,000 human beings who were daily and hourly subjected to the government of this great power. When they came to think of the press, with its 15,000,000 agents, dropping an idea into 15,000,000 minds at once, and following it up the next day, and surveying it from every point, illustrating it by anecdote and history, surveying it with logic or with sarcasm, making fun or it, making personal, making it ethical, making it abstract, putting every possible form to it, adding to it every possible attracting for 300 successive days, and they could see how resistless to the ordinary resistance of human nature must be such a power. MADE A DEMOCRAT OF HIM He remembered a cousin of his who was a bitter Federalist, when, in the fierce conflict just after the war of 1812, a Democrat and a Whig would hardly walk on the same side of the street, who subscribed on the 1st day of January for a Democratic paper for the fun of it. He thought that at his breakfast he might be tickled with the absurdity of what it said. On the 4th of November following he voted the Democratic ticket. [Laughter] Such was the resistless power of repetition. Lord Palmerston had said in the very hight (sic) of his popularity, ”I never dare contradict a journal, no matter what the assault or how offensive the affirmation. I know it has 300 more days in which to repeat it, and to make fun of me.” And so the magnanimous and obstinate Premier remains silent rather than subject himself to the sarcastic rejoinders of the press. THE BOND OF THE NATION Man was put in communication with the civilization of the age by the press. His hearers should remember, also, that the press was the exclusive literature of the masses. To the millions it was literature, church and college. Four out of five persons never read a book. It would be hardly too much to say that, speaking generally, four men out of five seldom read a book. The daily press was then to them parent, school, church and college, counselor, and amusement. It was their whole. A Scotchman had said: “Let me make the ballads, and I care not who makes the laws.” Today, if he lived, he would change that utterance, and say: “Let me make the newspapers, and I don’t care what is preached from the pulpit of what is enacted in Congress.” He remarked that no doubt the material prosperity opinion which we so much prided ourselves, the infinite invention and the total subjugation of nature and its forces to the will of man, were almost exclusively due to the intellectual development which resulted from the press. It was the trained mind which the press produces. In the course of three of four generations it had actually changed the brain of the race. Now the infant looked over its cradle, crawled out of it, and patented an improvement before it was six months old. [Laughter]. The press and the telegraph wire were an infinite stronger cement of the union of the forty states than that golden band, the Mississippi River, which was thought to tie twenty states together. It was the openness of intellectual life born of this many-headed monster which formed the cement of the union. He thought that America owed one-half of its material prosperity, if not more, to the development of the press. THE VAST SCOPE OF THE PRESS TODAY When he went back to the battle of Waterloo he found the London Times consisted of nothing but advertisements. It did not volunteer an opinion. It had no discussion, no leading articles, no editorials. The press, in the sense in which they spoke of it today – the journalism of the morning – was almost the creation of the last fifty or sixty years; the effect which we must try to discover must be found within the last half century. He remembered well when Harrison died in 1840 – an event which, considering its party relations, was exceedingly critical and important in the history of the country – and yet, when the news of it reached Springfield, Ill, ten days after the President’s death, it found Abraham Lincoln arguing a case in court and he denied it, because, he said, it was not possible, if it were true, that it should be known there so soon. [Applause and laughter]. Today, buy a newspaper in the street, and you may read the words Queen Victoria is at that moment speaking to her Parliament. They might buy any evening paper at night, and read what Bismarck said before dinner. Such was the enterprise and the vast sweep of the press of today that had a telegraph wire which connected him with the world, and the man that did not read might as well be Robinson Crusoe (sic) on his island.

BECK AND THE NAVIGATION LAWS “Senator Beck yesterday renewed his effort to secure Americans the privilege of buying ships for their ocean carrying trade where they can buy them cheapest, a process which our navigation laws prohibit, and which prohibition compels Americans to pay not less than one hundred and ten million dollars a year to foreign ship-owners to do their freighting. It is a fact that these navigating laws have not built up our merchant marine. The American shipyards are doing little or nothing. A great interest has suffered, and if an American wants to buy an iron steamer he is told to go to one of the few guilders on the Delaware and pay a big price for the ship. There are two or three ways of meeting this difficulty. One is to repeal the shipping laws; another is to abolish the duties on shipbuilding material; and another is to allow a rebate on custom dues on all goods imported on American vessels. England became supreme in her merchant marine by repealing her navigation laws in 18410, since which her tonnage has increased four hundred and fifteen percent.

WANDERING WORMS – A QUEER QUINTETTE OF TRAVELING MOERCHANTS – CARRYING SILKWORM EGGS TO ITALY VIA SAN FRANCISCO Five representatives of one of the queerest enterprises into which the pursuit of the nimble dollar leads the mundane resident have been sojourning at the Palace Hotel for a few days past, and will leave this morning for New York by the overland train. They arrived here on the City of Tokio, and were a trifle conspicuous from a garb very Italian in appearance and from the patriotic tenacity with which they clung to a Franco-Italian patols in conversation, which bothered not a little the waiters in the dining room of the hotel. An investigation of their mission revealed the fact that they were a quintette of egg merchants engaged in transplanting three-quarters of a million dollar’s worth of silkworm eggs from the north of Japan to Italy, an industry which, they have carried on for the last fifteen years. Their names are B. Marmont, G. Batts, G. Imberti, P. Savio and F. Biffi, and in conversation with them at the hotel last evening, a Chronicle reporter gained some very interesting particulars concerning their peculiar trade. Mr. Marmont who, though not on terms of speaking with English, had had the honor of an introduction to the language, as spokesman. He said: “We are not silk merchants. Our business is merely the buying and transportation of the eggs to Milan, in Italy. There we sell them to the small farmers. We make the journey every year, leaving Italy in May of the early part of June, and arrive back about the first of the year. We usually ship by the Suez Canal, but this year the weather was cool in Yokohama, and as it is desirable to preserve an equable temperature for the eggs, we shipped this way. We do not form a company each gentleman being engaged on his own hook. We buy all over the north of Japan from the egg-raisers. The worms lay their eggs on cards about one foot by eight inches in size, and a natural glutinous substance fastens the eggs to the paper. They are laid very quickly, and are about the size of a mustard seed. The number of a card varies, though the average weight of egg is about twenty five grames, or five-eighteenths of a pound. We pay from $1 to $2.50 per card, according to the quality, which varies in different localities. This year we have about one-half of the total product, which is 1,500,000 cards. The cards are made of paper from a Japanese plant. We pack them in cases of light wood lined with a Japanese fabric, putting about 250 cards in a case and packing the cases in bales. We have filled six cars with them, and accompany them east tomorrow. When we get to Italy the farmers buy them, a small farmer taking one card and a large farmer a hundred of them. Each card makes form 100 to 150 pounds of cocoons, according to the weather in Italy. The eggs are kept at 80 degrees Fahrenheit until they hatch and the little worm comes forth. These are transferred to the leaves of the gelso tree – I don’t know its name in English – and in about a month they begin to spin the cocoon. Our exploration this year will amount to 750,000 cards. Of these, 150,000 will go by the way of Suez and the remainder by San Francisco. We have made arrangements for 100,000 more cards next May, at which time the worm lay their eggs. It is a pretty safe business, as the eggs do not suffer in the transportation. Do we make much? Well, we make our commission, and we are satisfied with that. We go from New York to Havre by steamer, and thence direct to Milan.” – [San Francisco Chronicle]

IS THE EARTH A VAST FURNACE! While engaged last May in watching the transit of Mercury, Professor Proctor and his assistant observed an intensely bright spot in the center of the planet as it crossed the sun’s disk. It is reported that, seen through their powerful refracting telescope, it appeared as a mere vivid point of light, central in the planet, like a hole pierced in the middle of a round black card-board. It was permanent from the time the planet’s center touched the one limb of the sun until it reached the other limb – a period of seven house. “If the observation was reliable,” says a commentator, “it proves that the planet has a hollow axis. There are hypothesis like John Cleves Symmes, who have long held that the axis of our globe, as well as the axis of the other planet spheres of our solar system, is similarly hollow, with a clear tubular passage from the North to the South Pole.” If such is the fact, it is thought should any of the balloonists of Chyne’s expedition reach the pole they will be rather warmly received, the theory being that if the earth is a hollow cylinder, each of the poles is the mouth of a vast furnace. In this way a German specialist accountants for the aurora borealis, attributing the mysterious ’northern lights’ to the glowing crater at the pole.

SUMMER PLANS With which that set the leaves astir In nature’s ceaseless murmurings (Like some melodious dulcimer Whose music dies upon the strings) With bird-song sweet, in smiling May Our term of tool shall pass away.

Then, strolling near some plaintive steam With her who seems divinely fair I’ll watch the rippling sunlight gleam Athwart her braids of golden hair; And lingering in the leafy grove, We’ll tell once more the tale of love.

Or, when the twilight dims the sky, And night lets down her dusky bars, I’ll gaze upon those love-lit eyes That shame the splendor of the stars; While from the drowsy forest nigh Resoundeth nature’s lullaby.


A negro woman 82 years old is going to school at Carsonville, Ga.

Casual thoughts are sometimes of great value.

An Indiana carpenter is so temperate that he will not use a spirit level.

Repentance is like a married woman rushing for an excursion train. It usually arrives too late.

A woman at Tarboro, N. C. moulded the bullet with which her lover murdered her husband.

During a Georgia revival meeting a few days ago a shouting negro woman kicked a sister on the leg and broke it.

The man who has been brought up on hog and hominy is the man who wants quail on toast when he strikes a hotel.

A girl marked the figure 18 in her shoes. Then, when she eloped, she swore to the minister that she was “over eighteen.”

A petrified woman has been found near Halifax. It is supposed that her husband gave her $10 without asking, to get a new fall bonnet, and she was petrified with astonishment.

A political speaker accused a rival of “unfathomable meanness,” and them, rising to the occasion, said,” I warn him not to persist in his disgraceful course, or he’ll find that two of us can play at the same game!”

Josh Billings offers the following practical advice to his friends – ‘I never argy agin a success. When I see a rattlesnake’s head sticking out of a hole I bear off to the left and say to myself, that hole belongs to that snake.”

“I see you are taking an umbrella to school with you today,” said a gentleman to a little girl one dark and very windy morning. “Oh, no, sir,” came the cheery answer, as she clung to the handle, and went swooping by, “its taking me.”

For a slender, tall woman, the prettiest kind of a short costume has the skirt composed entirely of horizontal puffs, with one deep flounce at the bottom, over which is worn a panier polonaise of different material to correspond with the skirt.

A little boy in New Haven was saying his prayers the other night, when his little brother teased him. The boy struggled between his sense of duty and his inclination for a time, but finally compromised by saying, “Please Lord, excuse me while I punch my brother Johnnie’s head.” Johnnie’s head having been duly punched, the prayer was finished.

A Scotch clergyman, whose habit it was to preach hell-fire to his congregation in large doses, had occasion to visit a poor, sick parishioner. After enlarging with considerable unction on his favorite topic, he said to her: “Now, my dear woman, did you ever appreciated the tortures of the damned before?” “Nae, nae, never till you came here,” was the rather equivocal answer.

Two murderers in the jail at Monmouth, Ill., are peculiar moralists. They are a man and a woman, and they killed the woman’s husband. The man made a failure of suicide, after writing a confession, in which he said: “I am not a bit sorry for what I did, for God will never punish a man who only does what is in his heart.” The woman says: “My only regret is that my husband was such a bad man; I am afraid he has gone to hell. If he has gone to heaven, there wouldn’t have been any sin in murdering him.”

COTTON AND THE FEVER The New Yorkers are afraid of cotton bales from Memphis, believing there is a good deal of yellow-fever in them. A learned doctor tells the New York Post that “cotton ginned in Memphis during warm weather is likely to contain the poison of prevailing diseases, compressed in it, and if this cotton is opened in warm weather it will be likely to spread disease, where if it is opened in cold weather the frost will probably kill the germs. This was the danger in the Memphis cotton bales. The bagging and outsiders of the cotton balers, around which the malarial dirt of Memphis had accumulated, were another source of danger; but if these bales were packed when sent away from Memphis with blocks of wood between so that fresh air could circulate around them, it is probably that during transportation their exterior at least would become harmless.”

Good things to have about where there are horses: White lead, for bruises or breaks in skin, saddle galls, etc; bathing whisky, with about two ounces of turpentine, two ounces of hartahorn, and a little camphor for sprains, stiffness, etc; leaf lard, for cuts. Coal oil applied to a slight sprain is also good.


THE VERNON CLIPPER ALEXANDER COBB, Editor & Proprietor ALEX. A. WALL, Publisher $1.50 per annum FRIDAY, JANUARY 30, 1880

It is told on Hon. Luke Pryor, our new senator, that after being sworn in, he started to return to his hotel, got lost and had to get some one to pilot him home. He is a country man and had never been to Washington before. We suppose he will get the lay of the land now and not get lost in the woods again.

The Columbus Enquirer has kept a list of gin houses burnt in Georgia, Alabama, and Florida this season. For 18 weeks ending 11th it stood: Georgia 59, Alabama 35 and Florida 13; total 107 – and total loss estimated, with cotton destroyed, to be $150,000. A large majority of the fires are attributed to tobacco pipes and matches.

The Greenville Times says: A panther entered the house of Mr. Dobbs, ten or twelve miles east of the city, and near Damascus church in this county, ran Mrs. Dobbs out and took possession of the house. Her husband being absent, she went to a neighbor’s, got several persons and returned to her home and found the vicious animal quietly gnawing a bone. From some cause it escaped before it could be killed.

An Atlanta paper states that a few days ago, in that city, a very wealthy but childless woman offered to adopt, bring up in affluence, and finally her sole heir, the child of a very poor, hard-working widow. The latter hesitated for a long time over the matter, but finally a mother’s love prevailed over the temptation to secure wealth for her little one, and she refused. She decided that she would rather work to the death for the support of her child than to be separated from it.

ALABAMA CENSUS SUPERVISORS For the First District, WM. H. MOORE, of Huntsville. The following the counties in this district: Blount, Cherokee, Colbert, Cullman, DeKalb, Etowah, Fayette, Franklin, jackson, Lamar, Lauderdale, Lawrence, Limestone, Madison, Marshall, Marion, Morgan, Walker, and Winston. For the Second District, SAMUEL THOMPSON, of Birmingham. For the Third District, F. G. BROMBERG, of Mobile. For the Fourth District, S. KIRTLAND, of Montgomery.

WASHINGTON, JAN. 14TH The Democratic members yearn for patronage as Rachel of old mourned for her children. For weeks there has been a lively squabble over the few remaining supervisors of census to be allotted each State. The places respectfully are only worth $500 each. Somehow or other the impression got abroad that General Walker, the superintendent of the census, was going to divide the places equally among the democrats and republican. In fact, he did so intend, and was at once besieged with a ravenous horde of congressmen seeking the spoils. – Then the republicans, with unbecoming avarice, raised the cry that it was unjust to give the democrats any of the census fodder. They wailed so loudly that General Walker was circumvented in his plans, and by the direct order of the president, he was compelled to change the lists as he had made them up on the basis of an equal political distribution.

The work on the tunnel under the Hudson River, to connect New York and Jersey City, and make a way for railroad trains directly into the metropolis, has been resumed with vigor. It will be 12,000 feet long, 26 feet wide and 24 feet high and 60 feet below the bed of the river.

PIKEVILLE ITEMS There are two vacancies in the court of county commissioners of Marion County, occasioned by the removal of Commissioners JAMES SPARKS and ICCAM BAILEY from the county. The warm weather during the winter has caused the loss of large quantities of meat in this section. Corn is selling in Pikeville at fifty cents per bushel, cash. Rev. MR. CANSLER, preacher in charge of the Pikeville work, has entered vigorously upon the discharge of his duties. Several of the Marion County young men are attending the school of PROF. JAMES WHITE at Millville. A portion of the people of the Williams’ Creek Country are greatly agitated over alleged lawlessness committed during the holidays. Prosecutions and counter prosecutions are the order of the day. ESQUIRES CAMP and HAMILTON, of the Barnesville Beat, are adjusting the scales of the blind goddess for the litigants. JERRY GUIN is acknowledged to be the finest looking man that comes to Pikeville. The county jail has one occupant, an old man who is indicted for an assault to murder. DR. FIELDING CLARK is building a residence at the Toll Gate, whither he purposes removing. MR. JOHN WHITE, the Blacksmith of this place, is also building near the Gate. MAT FRAZIER, our only dry goods merchant, is in Columbus, this week. There is a dead calm in political matters in this county. The congressional race is not mentioned, and the county officers are rarely referred to. No steps have been taken looking to the removal of the court house from Pikeville since the late election on that subject. Some people who profess to know, say that there will be additional legislation on the question when the legislature meets, next winter. Those who are opposed to a removal to the Centre(sic) claim to be able to elect a representative who will secure the passage of a bill to run the Toll Gate against that place as the county site. The lands of the late JOSEPH ROBERTS on New River were sold at administrator’s sale, on the 21st inst. JAMES P. PEARCE was the purchaser at $3805. The following is a list of grand and petit jurors drawn to serve at the Spring Term 1880 of the Marion Circuit Court: LEWIS F. MAY, DAVID G. GASKINS, ISHAM J. LOYD, WM. GREEN, JAS. P. DUNHAM, JOSEPH STICKEY, WM. B. BOWERS, SILAS DODD, JAS. L. RUSSELL, L. M. ALLEN, BARNEY BROCK, THOS. BURLESON, ELISHA VICKERY, THOS. W. CARPENTER, W. C. GANN, Petit Jury No, 1: A. B. NORTHCUTT, WM. J. CLARK, JR., E. A. MIXON, ANTHONY WIGGINTON, ROBT. FILES, THOS. LINDSAY, JOHN B. HARRILL, JESSE HANSON, I. C. BEASLEY, D. R. TUCKER, F. M. CLARK, THOS. UNDERWOOD. No. 2: MAT HALELY, GIDEON FREDRICK, HENRY C. TAYLOR, B. G. POWELL, W. T. OSINGS, DAVID SHIRAY, JOHN W. OWINGS, WM. R. WHITE, J. M. WHITEHEAD, ELIAS MOORE, M. C. MARTIN, LEMUEL GANN. - J.

Advantages of newspaper advertising. One of the most successful business men in this country is the author of the following: In all places where a newspaper is published, every business man ought to advertise in it, even if it is nothing more than a card stating his name and the line of business in which he is engaged. It helps sustain a paper and lets the people know at a distance that a town if full of live, business men – the paper finds its way into thousands of places where hand-bills cannot reach. A card in a newspaper is a raveling signboard and can be seen by every reader. – [Ex]

A book for young men says, ”Never leave what you undertake until you can reach your arms around it and clinch your hands on the other side.” A bashful young man says its “Very good advice; but what if she screams?” We can’t answer.

SOUTH LOWELL NURSERY – REED & ROOT Editor Clipper: A few days since, I met Mr. THOS. H. REED, of this nursery, and wanting some more of his good apples, I hinted to him that I had tried to puff his nursery a little in the Clipper. he grew very angry, and asked, “Did you write that miserable stuff in the Clipper of Dec. 26th ’79, over the name of Improvement.” I felt a little shaky, and after clearing my throat a few times I faltered out, “Yes. I sorter fixed it up.” “Yes,” said he,” I think you did sorter fix it up. Why it is enough to rot my winter apples – if they could be made rot at all. It would harden my sweet cider in a week or so, if the weather was hot. And just to think of that name you gave the firm – Reed & Toot, and then that dogerel that you wound up with: ‘Let every farmer Reed & Root Far, and pay far,’ Do you reckon I want any Rooting about my trees. They might be Rooted up, Root and branch. And pay far; The pay’s too far off now is what’s the matter.” I tried to lay the blame on your printer, and told Mr. Reed that I wrote it thus: “Let every farmer Reed & Root For, and pay for beauty and fruit. “Tis no harm good apples to eat, If the’r your own and good an d sweet.” “I meant for every farmer to Read my – my- my” I saw his anger was rising and I stopped, and he finished – “miserable stuff!” I began again, “I meant for the farmers to Read what I said about your fine fruit, and where to find it, and how accommodating you are, and then go and buy some of your young trees that you bring around with you, with Roots on them you know – cions, I believe you call them. And I thought you wanted them to pay you for them, of course.” “Of course I do” said he, “but the less that is said about that the better. Why, you go to talking to the people about pay before they tooth some of my apples and they went look at them when they see them. I changed my tactics, and praised his apples, I told him what a fuss the children made about those he gave me as he went down to Columbus; and how my wife kept one of them he gave me some years ago till away the next summer, all nice and sound. I was bringing the smiles back over his face, till I, unfortunately, proposed to write to the Clipper again and set matters right. He boiled over, busted, and blubbered; and as I got away, I heard him threatening to thrash me and the Clipper both, if he ever saw anything more of the kind. Now, Mr. Editor, please don’t put this nor anything else in the Clipper. Remember that thrashing – and then we may get no more apples. IMPROVEMENT

AT THE REQUEST OF OUR OLD friend and brother, L. H. WILLEFORD, we publish below his Last Will; hoping it may be many days yet before it will be required to be probated: LAWSON MAKES A WILL Know all men by these presents, that I, LAWSON H. WILLEFORD the elder now of Lowndes County, Miss. but born in the State of Georgia, of which I am proud, prior to the Earthquake or the falling of the stars, knowing that I am old, and growing older every day, of full age and believing I am partially sane, knowing by common course of nature that I will soon have to leave this earthly clime and settle in some unexplored regions, I dislike the change, and having but little left except a few good friends and very considerable poverty, I hereby give, and would say grant, but for my utter detestation of the name of Grant, to my Georgia friend, JOHN B. DARNELL, my good old Fiddle which was presented to me by my lamented friend, Col. JAS. M. WYNNE, who was also from Georgia, on condition that he, the said DARNELL, will on the 20th day of June next, play on said fiddle a tune known as “On the Road,” or “H---H borke loose in Georgia,” in the presence of my special friends GABE SHIRLEY, HENRY BARRENTINE, W. E. GIBBS, ALEX. COBB, of Vernon, Ala., ISAAC HEARON, and DOCT. M. CAVANAUGH, I being dead or alive, God being willing and weather permitting. If others (orthodox or unorthodox) than hereing (sic) especially named desire to attend they must volunteer (no conscripts) and must furnish their own spirits and speak only when they are called on. Being born near Darnell’s Ferry on Broad River in Elbert County, Georgia, on June the 20th, 1809, hence a quiet spoken man but of few words, I will indulge a remark or two more and close. I love JEFF DAVIS and Mrs. DORSEY, and revere the name of GEN. ANDREW JACKSON. I inveterately hate Radicals, Roffue and Rats and shall so continue until called from this territorial sphere. L. H. WILLEFORD, At peace with mankind. Signed in presence of E. C. RICHARDS of Miss., J. P. BILLUPS of Georgia, H. BARRENTINE of Georgia, M. CAVANAUGH, without nativity, at Columbus, Miss., on the 5th day of January 1880, 59 years after said Willeford’s advent in Columbus.

WHAT IS LIBERTY! Liberty is freedom from restraint. Is freedom restraint good? That depends upon circumstances. If you wish to boil your tea kettle the steam should be free; if you wish to run an engine the steam must be restrained. So for men liberty may be good or not good. Liberty is like a sword, good or bad, as you put it in good or bad use. If you ask me whether liberty is good for people, I ask you, “What are thy going to do with it?” It is good if they use it as they did in Paris under the Commune. There is no magic in liberty any more than in theology. It is like everything else, good or bad, according to the use to which you put it. There can be no absolute freedom. Ever man is limited by those about him. You are free to be a good citizen. You are not free to murder, to steal, or defraud. If you do these things you will be put in confinement. You are free to be a kindly, courteous and cultivated member of society. You are not free to be morose, indecent, and lowbred. If you are of this latte sort, people avoid you. You are free to speak wise and pure thoughts. You are not free to advocate folly and wickedness. Good people will utter their protest against you. You are free to be a law abiding and peaceful member of the community, you are not free to be a cannibal. You are free to utter those ideas which help men, you are not free to utter those ideas which destroy morality and corrupt the character of people. You are in short, free to do right, but not free to do wrong; free to speak the truth, but not free to lie.

THIS IS WHAT ROBERT G. INGERSOLL says of women: “I tell you women are more prudent than men. I tell you, as a rule, women are more faithful then men – ten times as faithful as men. I never saw a man pursue his wife into the very ditch and dust of degradation and take her in his arms. I never saw a man stand at the shore where she had been morally wrecked, waiting for the waves to bring back even her corpse to his arms; but I have seen woman, with her white arms, lift man from the mire of degradation, and hold him to her bosom as though he were an angel.”

BURRIS & BRO. No. 49 Main Street Columbus, Miss. We have now in store a full stock of general merchandise which we offer for sale very low, for the cash. Thankful for the liberal patronage heretofore extended to us, we hope by selling our goods much lower than in the past to be able to add largely to our already numerous list of patrons. Call and see our mammoth stock.

SHELL & BURDINE, Wholesale and retail druggist’s, Aberdeen, Mississippi. Are daily receiving at their Drug Store a very large stock of fresh goods of all kinds usually kept in a first class drug house, and will sell at bottom prices, for cash. All we ask is to give us a trial and we guarantee you will not go away dissatisfied for we are determined to sell goods so low that it will astonish you.

JOHN D. MORGAN. Wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, staple and fancy groceries, hardware, wooden ware, willow ware, crockery ware, and tin ware. Boots and shoes, hats and caps. Plantation supplies, etc. would announce to his friends and patrons of Lamar and Fayette Counties, that he has in store, and is daily receiving one of the largest and best selected stocks of goods in the city, and invites everybody to call before buying elsewhere and examine his immense stock. It is no trouble to show goods, and when you look, you will be sure to buy for he keeps none but first class goods, and will not be under sold by any home in the city. Columbus, Miss. July 11th, 1879. J. S. ROBERTSON is with the above house, and would be pleased to serve his many friends at anytime.

DR. J. D. RUSH, with ERVIN AND BILLUPS, successors to M. W. HATCH; dealers in drugs, medicines, whiskey, tobacco, cigars, &c. Corner Main and Market Street. Columbus, Mississippi.

NATHAN BROTHERS dealers in whiskies, brandies, wines, cigars, tobaccos and pipes. Our Motto: Quick Sales and Small Profits. Columbus, Mississippi.

(engraving of possibly Santa Claus with huge ELGIN watch) BUDER BROTHERS, watch makers, and manufacturing jewelers, and dealers in diamonds, fine watches, jewelry and silverware. Repairing done neatly and warranted. Under Gilmer Hotel, No. 43 Main ST, Columbus, Miss.



FOR RENT OR SALE ------ farm of two hundred and ten acres, about seventy acres cleared; ----dwellings, stables, well and spring. Good fences with little improving, in two miles of Vernon. A bargain will be given. For terms apply to the editor of this paper.

MRS. DR. W. L. MORTON, left Monday morning on a visit to Holly Springs Miss., where she will spend a month or two with her sister. We wish her a pleasant trip and a safe arrival.

DR. W. A. BROWN has sold his stock of dry goods, and has retired from the mercantile business.

MESSRS. LACY & LACY have the best pair of mules in town.

Mr. MOODY, lecturing on the Lord’s Prayer in St. Louis the other day, and dwelling much on the forgiveness of trespasses, noticed that while he was speaking fifty or more persons rose and left the church; whereupon he said that he had known persons who had heard about this requirement for forgiveness hastily to leave the church and seek out those they needed to forgive, and he hoped that those who were then leaving the congregation were prompted by such a spirit.

They are making grand preparation for “Mardi Grais” at Mobile. It comes off on the 10th proximo.

The fund for the relief of the Hood children, on the 19th, amounted to $1,388.38.

The store of LEWIS A.. MOSS, at Edwards Dept, Miss., was entered by burglars last Saturday night, who succeeded in getting into the combination safe and robbing it of 86,000. They made their escape, and nothing has been heard of them since.

MRS. ELLA ARMSTRONG, MRS. J. B. WOODS, and MRS. DR. JOHN A. BROWN, of Moscow, are visiting in town.

The Misses LOYD, of Pine Springs, are visiting friends and relatives in town. One of the fair young ladies, in company with out little friend, MISS RUHA LACY (?VERY FAINT CAN’T READ), called to see us and cheered us and our sanctum with her pleasant smiles. Come again ladies.


Our little cottage on the hill is rapidly being finished and we will soon be domiciled therein.

We welcome again to our column “Pikeville Items” and hope for the continuance of them.

We have still more room for candidates. You had better get your name before the people as soon as possible.

Madame rumor says there is to be several marriages in town ere long.

COL. K. T. BROWN, has a few valuable cotton seed which yields forty pounds of lint cotton to one hundred pounds of seed. The Col. purposes selling these seed in small parcels. Every farmer should purchase. See card and particulars next week.

SNAKE BITES Fortunately but few of the snakes in temperate latitudes are venomous. The rattlesnake, cottonmouth, and copperhead are chiefly to be feared. The common symptoms of bites from poisonous snake are great pain and swelling in the part bitten, with profound depression. Undoubtedly the best remedy is to suck the wound, which the patient or friend may do without danger if there be no sore or abrasion in his lips or mouth. Tie a string tightly around the limb above the wound and encourage bleeding. Put ------on the wound and give whisky freely and hartshorn ten drops at a dose, much diluted with water.

Red is used for a danger signal on railroads, and always means “stop’; on a man’s nose it ought to give the same warning. Charity should begin at home, but not end there.

Some one stole the bible and pitcher from the Methodist Church in Navasota, Texas.

The two papers at Jasper have been consolidated.

The T. F. College, at Tuskaloosa, has two pupils from Toulon, France.

Peach and pear trees are blooming around Talladega.

North Carolina has six newspapers edited by negroes. Louisiana, three, Tennessee and Texas two each, and Virginia, Alabama and Mississippi one each.

LEM. ALSTON has been appointed to the West Point cadetship from the Tuskaloosa District.

The REV. BALLARD THOMPSON, late pastor of the First Presbyterian Church, Nashville, is going to Brazil as a missionary to that country.

A thief entered the bed room of the sheriff of Sumter County and relieved his pockets of about $500.

The Democratic State Executive Committee is called by the Chairman, COL. JOS. F. JOHNSTON, to meet in Montgomery on the 10th proximo.

It is estimated that 1,000 negroes have gone from the Mississippi Valley. They go to Kansas and Indiana. Many are also leaving North Carolina.

The Cincinnati Enquirer has it from New York that General Grant will go to Australia and New Zealand before his return to the United States. He will not be back before the Republican National Convention shall have met and decided.

A San Francisco dispatch of the 11th says: For forty-eight hours, ending this morning, a snow storm has raged in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, along the line of the Central Pacific Railroad. Snow fell to the depth of eight or ten feet, and the wind drifted the cuts full.

MRS. ANGELINE BRANNON, of Dale County, Ala., is reported as having had thirteen children, seven of whom are living; seventy grandchildren, fifty-six of whom are now living; forty-five great grandchildren, thirty seven of whom are now living.

Gadsden Times: One of the most shocking accidents of our knowledge occurred on Friday last at Duck Springs, in this county, resulting in the death of an excellent young man. The water gauge of the boiler at a saw mill flew out and scalded PIESTON HORTON to death.


We are authorized to announce D. V. LAWRENCE a candidate for re-election to the office of County Treasurer, at the August election in 1880.

Under the following considerations I declare myself a candidate for Sheriff, &c. of Lamar County at the ensuing election. 1st. I was born and raised a freeman in this county. 2nd. By standing in defense of my country I was mangled by the enemies missiles. 3rd. I was incarcerated in prison under false charges preferred against and finally ruined. 4th. I am willing to submit my claims to a Convention of the Democratic Party. Respectfully. J. A. DARR

We are authorized to announce B. H. WILKERSON a candidate for the office of Sheriff and Tax Collector of Lamar County at the ensuing August election, subject to the action of the Democratic party.


PIANOS & ORGANS. From Factory to Purchaser, every man his own agent. Ludder & Bates Grand Introduction….(Too small to read)

Pictures made in cloudy and rainy as well as clear weather at ECHARD’S Photograph Headquarters at his gallery, Columbus, Miss. 8 Card Ferrotypes, for $1.00. 1 doz. Card Photographs for $2.50. Special attention given to Family Groups and copying Old pictures to any size.

ADMINISTRATORS SALE By virtue of an order of the Probate Court of Lamar County, Alabama made on the 7th day of January 1880, I as the administrator of WILLIAM WALKER deceased will sell at the late residence of said WILLIAM WALKER the following tract of land to wit: 20 acres on north end of NE ¼ of SE ¼ and NE ¼ and NW ¼ of SE ½, Sec. 35 and SW ¼ of NW ¼, Sec. 26 T 17, R16. Sale will be on the 7th day of February next, and will be sold on a credit of twelve months from the day of sale, and will be subject to the widows dower. Parties purchasing will be required to give note and good security for the purchase money, and lien will be retained on the land until the purchase money is paid. This 9th day of January, 1880. JOHN D. WALKER, Admr.

Family Groceries. The undersigned has opened a family grocery store in the old Goodwin house on Main Street. Where he will be able to furnish the county and town with everything usually kept in a first class house: Such as bacon, lard, flour, sugar, coffee, molasses, tobacco, cigars, powder, lead, shot and a great variety of canned goods: Such as pine apples, peaches, tomatoes, pickles, &c., &c. Cheese and crackers in abundance, all of which I am determined to sell lower than they can be bought elsewhere. Give me a call. No trouble to show goods. Terms cash. G. C. LAWRENCE

Cuban Chill Tonic is the great Chill King. It cures Chills and Fever of every type, from the shaking Agues of the North to the burning Fevers of the Torrid Zone. It is the great standard. It cures Billiousness and liver Complaint and roots out diseases. Try it – if you suffer it will cure you and give you health. Sold by your druggists. W. L. MORTON & BRO.

MALE AND FEMALE SCHOOL – Detroit, Lamar County, Ala., will commence, Jan. 19th 1880 and continue eight months. Tuition per month of 20 days, $1.50, $2.00, $2.50, $3.00. Board can be obtained with private families at $7 per month. For particulars, address J. F. WHITE, Principal.

Remember when you visit Aberdeen, to go to the house of Louis Roy and examine his stock. That popular house has a great name for integrity and honesty, and never uses humbug. Every article of dry goods shoes and boots, clothing, hats, and fancy goods is fresh, and warranted to give satisfaction.

PARENTS READ THIS. Nine-tenths of the sickness of childhood is caused by worms. Thousands of children die yearly from worms in the stomach that could have been saved by the timely use of Parker’s Santonine Worm Lozenges. They save thousands of children. They drive out the worms without pain. They cleanse the stomach, and make the little ones bloom and blossom as the rose. The are the finest and best medicine ever made. Thousands of parents all over the land use nothing but Parker’s Lozenges. Buy nothing but Parker’s. Give no other Worm Medicine to children but Parker’s Lozenges. They are the cheapest, best, and safest. Sold by your druggists, W. L. Morton & Bro.

$5 to $20 per day at home. Sample worth $5 free. Address Stinson & Co., Portland, Maine.

GUARDIAN SETTLEMENT State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, Special Term, January 13, 1880 In the matter of the guardianship of PELINA E. WILLIAMS, this day came THOMAS MOLLOY and filed his account and vouchers in final settlement of his guardianship of said minor’s estate, whereupon it is ordered by the court that the 6th day of February next be a day set for making said settlement, when and where all parties interested can contest the same if they think proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate

ANNUAL SETTLEMENT State of Alabama, Lamar County Probate Court, ----20th, 1880 In the matter of the estate of SAMUEL J. MORDICAI, deceased, this day came MARTHA L. MORDICAI, administratrix of said estate and filed her account and vouchers in annual settlement of her administration when the 3rd day of February next was set for passing upon said account, when and where all parties interested can contest the same is they think proper. ALEXANDER COBB, Judge of Probate

J. L. RANSOM, of North Alabama with Settle & Kainnaird, manufacturers of and wholesale dealers in boots and shoes, Nashville, Tenn. Orders solicited and carefully filled.

GEO. W. RUSH with N. GROSS & CO., Columbus, Miss. Wholesale and retail dealers in fancy dress, and staple dry goods & ready made clothing, boots, shoes, hats, notions, etc. Will be glad to see his old friends and all new ones who may be pleased to call upon him. No trouble to show goods, on the contrary, it will be a pleasure, whether you buy or not. Satisfaction guaranteed, as to articles bought and prices.

BILL HAMILTON with ROY & BRO., wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, notions, clothing, boots, shoes, hats, &c. Aberdeen, Miss. Highest price paid for cotton.

ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE OF U. S. MAILS The Columbus Mail by way of Caledonia arrives Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays at 11 o’clock a.m. Leave same days at 1 p.m. FAYETTE MAIL Arrived on Wednesday and Saturday at 12 p.m. and leaves same days at 1 p.m. MOUNT CALM MAIL Leaves Wednesday at 7 a.m. arrives Thursday at 2 p.m. PIKEVILLE MAIL Arrives Fridays at 6 p.m., leaves Saturdays at 6 a.m. SCHEDULE OF MOBILE & OHIO R. R. Train leaves 6:30 am Train arrives 9:30 am Train leaves 3:20 pm Train arrives 6:30 pm Train goes through to Starkville on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Leaves Aberdeen going South at 4 o’clock p.m., returns at 8 p.m. Leaves Aberdeen going North at 7 o’clock a.m., return at 11 o’clock a.m.

MCQUISTON & HEISEN, Cotton Factors and Commission Merchants 96 & 98 Commerce St., Aberdeen, Miss. Farmers will make money by letting MCQUISSTON & HEISEN sell their cotton when they come to the city.

R. A. HONEA & SON, Wholesale and retail dealers in staple and fancy groceries, Aberdeen, Miss. We would respectfully inform our friends, and the public generally, that we are at our old Stand next door to J. W. ECKFORD & Bro. (Old Presbyterian Block) and have in store and will keep constantly on hand a large and well selected stock of staple and fancy groceries. Bagging and ties, corn, oats, wheat bran, &c., which we will sell at rock bottom figures for cash. R. F. RAY, of Detroit, Ala. is salesman.

MEDICAL M. W. MORTON. W. L. MORTON. DR. W. L. MORTON & BRO., Physicians & Surgeons. Vernon, Lamar Co, Ala. Tender their professional services to the citizens of Lamar and adjacent country. Thankful for patronage heretofore extended, we hope to merit a respectable share in the future. Drug Store.

DR. G. C. BURNS, Vernon, Ala. Offers his professional services to the citizens of Vernon and vicinity.

Masonic: Vernon, Lodge No. 389, meets on the 1st Saturday of each month, at 7 p.m.

PROFESSIONAL CARDS. FRANCIS JUSTICE, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Pikeville, Marion Co., Alabama Will practice in all the Courts of the 3rd Judicial District.

SAMUEL J. SHIELDS, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Vernon, Ala., Will practice in the counties of Lamar, Fayette, Marion, and the Courts of the 3rd Judicial District.

JNO. D. MCCLUSKY, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Vernon, Ala. Will practice in the counties of Lamar, Fayette, Marion, and the Courts of the 3rd Judicial Circuit. Special attention given to the collection of claims, and matters of administration.

EARNEST & EARNEST. W. S. EARNEST GEO. S. EARNEST. Attorneys at Law and Solicitors in Chancery, Birmingham & Vernon, Ala. Will practice in the Counties of this Judicial Circuit.

NESMITH & SANFORD. T. B. NESMITH, Vernon, Ala. JOHN B. SANFORD, Fayette C. H. Attorneys at Law. Partners in the Civil practice in the counties of Fayette and Lamar. Will practice separately in the adjoining counties. THOS. B. NESMITH. Solicitor for the 3rd Judicial Circuit. Vernon, Lamar Co., Ala.

ALEXANDER COBB & SON, Dealers in ready made clothing, dress goods, jeans, domestics, calicoes, silks, satins, millinery, embroidery, notice, &c. Hats, caps, boots, shoes, saddles, bridles, leather, &c. Tin, wooden, Hard and glass wares, crockery, &c. Salt, flour, meal, bacon, lard, soda, coffee, molasses, &c.

LAMAR DIRECTORY County Court – Meets on the 1st Monday in each month. Probate Court - Meets on 2nd Monday in each month. Commissioner’s Court – Meets on the 2nd Monday in February, April, July, and November.


COUNTY OFFICERS ALEXANDER COBB – Judge of Probate D. J. LACY, Sheriff and Tax Collector W. G. MIDDLETON, Circuit Clerk JAMES M. MORTON, Register in Chancery D. V. LAWRENCE, Treasurer J. E. PENNINGTON, Tax Assessor W. T. MARLER, Coroner


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$72 a week, $12 a day at home easily made. Costly outfit free. Address True & Co., Augusta, Maine.

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SWELLING OF THE UDDER Cows that are deep milkers and have been liberally fed while pregnant are liable to swelling of the udder, about the period of calving. As soon as it is discovered, dissolve a pound of epsom salts in a quart of gruel and add a little castor or linseed oil, and give it. For local application, make a decoction of mallows, elder or hemlock. While warm, moisten heavy woolen cloths, wring them and apply so as to cover the bag. Repeat this several times daily until all inflammation is removed. It lumps are left, rub with the following liniment: Liquid of ammonia, half an ounce; linseed oil, four and one-half ounces; oil of turpentine, one ounce. Rub well the part affected twice daily until relived. Another – Make a bag of oil cloth, or India rubber, flaring at top, so as to fit the bag – fill with soft water at a temperature of 65 degrees, immerse the whole udder in this, and strap the bag over the hips of the cow. Change the water when it becomes warm. Of course the cow should be milked regularly to relieve the udder of unnecessary tension.

TOP-DRESSING FOR WHEAT Early in February sow one hundred pounds per acre of the most highly ammoniated superphosphate to be had in the market and follow with a harrow, and when the wheat begins to boot, mix thoroughly fifty pounds of finely pulverized nitrate of soda and one hundred pounds of salt from the packing house and sow that quantity per acre. Either or both of these dressings may be used.

THE COMPOST HEAP For a base for the compost heap use leaf mold from the woods. All the dead animals of the farm, the refuse brine and vegetables, the leached ashes, the woolen rags, feathers and slaughtered chickens and half of the hogs killed, should be added to the compost heap.

IMPROVED AGRICULTURE Georgia farming in the future must be improved. New methods and new systems must be devised and employed. The yield of the land now under cultivation must be increased, and new fields prepared for new wants. Our farmers must employ greater skill and exercise greater care in their work. The requirements upon them will increase. Then too, the drudgery of the farm must be lessened, and the farmer relived from many of his hardships, his toil lightened, and his comforts increased through the promulgation of hew ideas and the employment of improved labor—saving machinery.

HELP YOURSELVES One mistake our farmers are laboring under is waiting for something from the government to turn up to assist them – depending on labor from abroad – or looking for investments here of northern money. We have not the confidence of the capital of any one, therefore by, in and through ourselves we must help ourselves. Cannot Georgia farmers raise their horses, cattle, sheep, hogs, wheat, corn, and hay, and just as much cotton as is desirable? Now, honestly, what northern or European capitalist is investing any money in Georgia. True, this season four hundred thousand dollars in gold have been brought to Atlanta – what for? Why, after all our crops are made to take off the cotton. We advise every white and black man that is farming to put in grass, oats and clover, plant and work your corn well in the spring, like they do north, and you well have no idea how much provender you will gather. Go to work, too, and raise stock. All these things will grow and do well here. And then you can grow cotton, rice, sugar, and tobacco. Go to work, farmer; let the world see what you can make your soil do, and after a while confidence and capital will come. Go to work and help yourselves, and the Providence who has given you a healthy climate, pleasant summers, mild winters and fertile lands will aid you.

FRUIT TREES If pomologists would go to work in their orchards with scientific fertilizing, take out the borers, hill up the trees in the spring and take the hills away in the fall it would pay for the trouble. Wherever you see glue around the root of your peach tree (and all stone fruits) you may know the worms are killing that tree. So you should pull the dirt away from the trunk and scrape off all the glue, and with a sharp pointed knife follow the borer to his den. In raising fruit trees, with the expectation of making it pay there are some things which should be remembered. There should be an effective drainage of the orchard; thorough preparation of the ground; liberal fertilization; good varieties of fruit; and intelligent cultivation. Fruit growing in Georgia would pay well, if properly attended to.

APPLYING FERTILIZERS Study the nature of your soil. If it is dry avoid heating manure, using ashes, salt, plaster and such fertilizers as attract moisture. Never use a manure of which you do not know the nature. If you are about to plant corn upon a sol that is too cold and wet for your crop, use the most heating manure available. The droppings of the poultry house, mixed with sand or coal ashes, would be good in such a case.

PREVENTING SUCKERS Some fine shade trees send up many suckers. The removal of such trees is often followed by a profuse growth over the whole surface. It is therefore, well to remember that suckering trees should always be cut away in summer, and not while dormant. If cut in summer, such a check will be given to the roots that few suckers will come up; cutting in spring or winter will cause an abundant growth. Placing common salt on the stump as soon as the tree is cut will prevent their growth at this season. If the salt is applied afterward it will be of little good.

HOGS There are many Georgia farmers who are prospering – and the cause is not due altogether to the good prices obtained for their wheat and cotton crop – but in addition to this, they are making their own supplies. Farmers may reason as they will, but ‘tis economy for them to raise and not purchase their supplies. One was for the farmer to prosper is to diversify his crops, and they will help to swell the aggregate of his profits. Cotton raising alone has been tried, but to raise it on borrowed money, with the smokehouse and corn crib up in some western State has not been paid well. A few years ago the larger part of the corn and bacon consumed in Georgia came from the West. The idea became pretty much fixed that our farmers could not raise meat; that they lived hard and made nothing. How could they with the corn crib in the west, nothing in the kitchen to make slips from, and no refuse from gardens or patches.

GRASS CULTURE We have recently received one or two letters asking about grass culture in Georgia. Some of our farmers have partially tried the cultivation of some of the species of grass, and not having compiled with the conditions requisite to its success have given it up, saying that our climate and soil are not adapted to grass culture. Grasses are not calculated to succeed well unless certain conditions are granted. We have seen some poor returns from hay and from pasturage in the northern Sates, but the cause was not sol or climate, but poor land. Poor, neglected Georgia land may not all of it grow red clover or timethy grass, but if these lands are thoroughly prepared, properly seeded and suitably cared for, we are convinced valuable grasses can be raised

FLOWERS A good mellow loam, slightly sandy is the best for most varieties of flowers. If early flowers are wanted, start the seeds in the house or in a hot bed, where they can grow until the weather and ground are warm, and them plant them out in the garden. Too early planting of flower seeds in the open ground, while it is cold and wet is a prolific source of trouble, and is to be avoided. Seeds thus planted are liable to fail of germination; or should they start, the plants at best grow feebly, linger along and finally drop off one by one, until another planting becomes necessary, causing much care, loss of time, and with no further advancement than if the planting had become deferred until the soil had become mellow and warm. Bulbs require deeper planting than some imagine; large bulbs require to be planted deeper than small bulbs of the same species. Lilies may be safely transplanted in spring, care being taken not to break the shoots or small roots. Undiluted alcohol applied with a small brush will kill the mealy bug, and is more agreeable to use than whale oil soap. In winter care should be exercised in watering plants; sprinkle the foliage occasionally, and water the earth only enough to saturate and no more. If plants become infected with the green fly, fumigate by burning tobacco stems or wash with weak tobacco water. The presence of the red spider indicates too dry an atmosphere. If plants are affected, thoroughly sprinkle or wash with water several times a day. Scab may be exterminated by washing and brushing the affected part of the plant.

GENERAL AGRICULTURAL NOTES Connecticut had last year 5,800 acres in tobacco. Vermont has 217,800 milk cows, valued at $5,445,000. Illinois has more horses than any other state in the union. There are 10,038,000 horses in the United States. Hay is worth more per ton in Rhode Island than in any other section of the country. New York leads all the states in the number of milk cows, her total being 1,446,200 valued at $33,797,694. James Ray, of Clarke County, Montana this season, on one acre, raised 102 bushels of wheat. Salt added to poultry droppings prevents this valuable manure from drying up and burning the plants. For ring-bone in cattle, paint with tincture of iodine, or with a solution of corrosive sublimate -–forty grains to one pint of water. No farmer, should, if possible, allow noxious weeds to ripen their seeds on his land. Oil cake and cotton seed meal is valuable for horses, cows, sheep and hogs, and keeps them healthy and vigorous. Fed with roots the effect on animal life is astonishing. It is poor economy to keep sheep, whether ewes or wethers, after their teeth become poor, except it may be in the case of high-priced and extra breeders. From five to six years is all that any sheep can be profitably kept for wool or breeding. Do all you can for your homestead. Surround it with shade trees, evergreens and flower beds. Fix up and paint or whitewash the outbuildings, improve the surroundings, enlarge the orchards, add to the value and beauty of your home. If you have any spare money, invest it in a judicious outlay on your farm. Drain your wet land. Have good stock, good feeding, well selected fruit trees. All this will repay the money laid out, and add immensely to the comfort of your family. Never let a cow go into winter quarters in a poor, thin condition. The farmer should study every field on his place as to the effects of certain methods with fertilizers upon their soil. The yield of milk and butter in the summer depends greatly upon winter feeding. All the feed given to cows is not consumed without return. To make hens “winter layers” – Take good care of them, keep their nests clean – give them pure drinking water – green food daily – sweet food and a variety. Bones are valuable to put into the soil, under grape vines, and fruit trees. Clusters of roots will grow around and feed upon them for many years, or until they are entirely used up. They can be broken with an ax, or even put in whole – a peck to a half bushel scattered about in the soil where they will be reached by the roots.

UNCLE EPH’S CHICKEN DOG A very indignant man, leading a dog, stalkied into Uncle Eph’s house yesterday and said: “Eph, you black rascal, here’s your dog. Give me back my three dollars I paid you for it.” “What is de mattah wid de dawg?” asked Eph, calm and unruffled. “You warranted it to hunt chicken, didn’t you?” “An don’t he!” said Eph. “No. he isn’t worth a cuss at it.” “Did you try de dawg? said Eph, taking his pipe from his mouth and knocking the ashed from it. “Certainly I did, and he is a first class fraud.” “How war de chickens cooked?” “Cooked?” “Yes, war dey biled?” “Of course not.” “Did you ros’ dem?” “Why, you old idiot, they were alive – prairie chickens.” “Dat ‘splains it,” said Eph. “I taught dar was suffin’ wrong. You jest cook de chickens an’ gib de dawg half a chance an’ see how he will hunt for ‘em. Folks ‘pect to much,” he added,a s the gentleman kicked the dog into a corner and rushed out. “Dey ‘spects ‘itrely too mych from de culled people. Ed dar man was fool ‘nuff to ‘spect dat he war guine to git a dawg for free dollars dat would hunt live chickens he was fool ‘nuff to bleeb dat we’s squar in de middle of de milleenyum, and everybody knows how big a fool dat am.”

A BOHEMIAN’S STORY I entered the reception room very early so as to be the first patient to see the doctor. Immediately after me came a sick idiot from the country. In his excitement he took me for the doctor, and bowed to me reverently. “Be so good as to take a seat,” I said to him in a magisterial tone; and he, thus encouraged, sank into a chair and proceeded to unfold to me all his symptoms and complaints. I listened with a superior air, and when he had concluded, said, “My good sir, there is really nothing seriously wrong with you. From what you have told me I feel confident that the whole disease will pass off of itself.” The countryman rose gladly, bowed humbly, laid a napoleon on the mantelpiece, and withdrew, shedding happy tears. A napoleon – that is no small temptation to a poor devil of a Bohemian, and I was strongly tempted to collar it, after all, I had given him the consolation. But then conscience reasserted itself, and I would have died before I would have touched that money. I therefore contented myself with putting one of my gloves on the mantelpiece beside the napoleon, so that the doctor would think it was my fee which I had placed there in advance.”

THE LARD TRADE A St. Petersburg paper says: “Twenty years ago St. Petersburg exported 150,000 tons of lard; now the competition of the United states, the river Platte and Australia had destroyed the trade, and St. Petersburg imports instead of exporting. In the present year the imports of the article already amount to 8,000 tons.” The same journal complains that Russian grain is being driven from European markets by American grain, and it finds an explanation of the fact in the superiority of the railway system of the United States, the Russian railway system having been constructed with a view to military operations.


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