Aiken Courier Journal (Newspaper) - January 1, 1876, Aiken, South Carolina
VOLUME a— NU MURE 61
OLD SERIES, ' XU -M Va
AIkeh, s. C., September J, 1874.
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JI We wish our readers, one and all, a
New Ycar I
;■? UR. id itch el, liomosopathic physici-an, hits arrived in town, and is stopping ar at the Highland Park.
LI Three negroes were arrested en Wednesday last, and tail SU before a trial justice at Beach Island, for steal-ing a bale of cotton.
We are harmed that tho Aiken Schneider) Cqjftave been invited to , join the Schuetzen Bund of the U. S., •and to participate in the first graw^fcs* . rival, at Philadelphia, commencing Jane 26th, 1876.
Court.—The Court of General Sessions for Aiken county will convert here on Monday next. The only inur-' der case to be tried is that of Sarah Mathews, charged with the killing of her infant child sometime in November last.
A young man from the rural district got into a difficulty with one of the Aiken boys the other day, and after be-- ing pretty severely beaten over the • head with a quart bottle, be remarked to one of the bystaodors : “Mr. B
I feel powTul courioua ; I wish you'd nome here an look good* an' see if I ain*t dead.”
Barn Bu elnino.—The barn of Jacob Forman, residing on the Lower Runs, with a large amount of'fodder, was barn-k /<** about two o’clock on Monday night Ik of last week. On the same night the hams ot John Foreman and Alo DEO Harley were burned—the latter losing , all his fodder, a male, two cows and a yearling. John Foreman saved most of is fodder. A negro charged with the ^ line woe arrested aud brought to ’Aiken.
Wou by A. W. Won by E. A.
IHE target shooting of the Palmetto Rifle Club took price, as previously announced, on Thursday last, At half past utno o'clock the Club assembled nt the Academy .and marched directly to to the Sehnetaeuplmz, where tho shoot-iug immediately commenced and con tinned until (bree o’clock, when the following prizes vere awarded :
1st.—Chiua tea:?et. Won by 8. E. Courteney—109 points.
2d—Fine black hat.
3d—Box fine cigars.
4rh—Turkey. Won by J. L. Courteney—97 points.
5th—Set of goblets. * Won by J. L. Heriofc—94 points.
6th—Fine pocket knife. Won by Capt. Croft—92 points.
7th—Set knives. Wou by J. Ii. Courteney—31 points, three shots off hand.
8th—Fine c-ti*e. Won by W. A. Ridge—21 joints, two shots offhand.
The ball htHhs Clarendon Hotel in the evening was largely attended, and a1! present seemed to enjoy themselves. Too much praise cannot be awarded the committee Of arrangements for the manner in which the affair was conducted.
matter which came in late this week, the most interesting portion of our paper relating to the late cheering news from Charleston and elsewhere, is unavoida bly left over until next week, whefi we shall give an account of the great and influential meeting at Hibernian Hall, presided over by Mr. George W. Williams, and addressed by Gen. James Conner, J. Adger Smythe, Major Seig-kng. Col. Pressley, Major T. W. Brooks and other*?. The. great and important question discussed was whether we arc to redeem South Carolina and have a good government or allow it to degenerate into a Hayti.
Christmas Eve in Aiken.—The little folks of this community were all astir and in great excitement on Friday afternoon and evening, over the prospect of spending a happy time around the Christmas trees. At four o'clock we had the pleasure of attending the unveiling of the tree at the Episeopa I Church, The ceremonies were opened by the reading of an original poem composed by the gifted rector, the Rev. E. C. Edgerton, The title ot the poem was “The visit of Santa Claus to Aiken,” and in breathless silence each little listener heard his or her name for the firsUime read in public, The little poem was a complete success, and was highly enjoyed by all peesent. The tree was placed under the gallery, with wide curtains concealing it from view. It was then lighted up with many small wax candles, of various colors, and the curtains drawn back while tho Sunday school children were singing a beautiful Christmas carrel. The church was very handsomely ^dressed with evergreens and mottoes, much to the credit of Aiken’s fair daughters.
After spending an hour seeing the presents distributed, we repaired to the Presbyterian Church, where it was announced that Bishop Cummings, of the Reformed Episcopal Church, would deliver an address to the children—Sunday school scholars of the Presho iberian and Baptist Churches. This church was also most beautifully festooned and dressed with evergreens, and the walls most tastefully decorated with appropriate and pretty mottoes, suitable for the occasion. There w< re three trees— the Baptist Sunday-school having united with the Presbyterian, for the purpose cf celebrating their Christmas festivities. The music fun ished by Professor F. King and the Aiken Glee Club could not be surpassed, and the singing by the children was highly creditable. D, S. Henderson, Esq.,with his usual grace and eloquence, delivered an appropriate welcome address. The address of Bishop Cummings was very entertaining ; his manner is very attractive. He explain* cd to the delight of his merry little lri-
in Old St, Nicholas, as he had done,
learned to use the green for dressing their church at the Christmas season ; he thought they were improving, and by adopting this custom they reminded him of Reformed Episcopalians. The Bishop is to preach in the Presbyterian Church on Sunday morning and evening next, when the community of Aiken will have un opportunity of again hearing one of the first divines of the age. Too much credit cannot be given to the ladies and members of the Presbyterian aud Baptist denominations for the taste and elegance displayed in the handsome decoration of tho church.
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Claus, and recommended them to believe quarter of John Piper’s roasted pig
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and in his faceteous way complimented Millcdge leading with Jeff Davis and our Presbyterian friends for huving Morgan, and Preston Brooks bring-
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Horse and buggy fur sale. Apply to E. Wimberley or J* C. Brown, Aiken*
On Consignment.—50 barrels of potatoes tor sale at H> Hahn’s, at low prices.
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Th5.F‘0d Thtmnei™ ta Tumble... very bad fix for the old gang to be in
They Make a Stron^peal and are ninety miles from home, something had Relieved by the Kind Concessions of a to be done, and that mighty quick, for Clever Gentleman. the party was hungry and tired. * Old
rn , friend Williams wa3 appointed a cornroot respondent of The Courier-Journal I 0 , • _
t\ r ‘-J njittoe of one to wait upon Mr. Means,
Dear Journal —-Knowing that you and ask permission to camp on his land. are always pleased to hear of the move- Our situation was shown in a very plain ments of the Old Gang, we will, in our short talk. Mr. Mews being a liberal weak way, give you a scattering account gentleman, very kindly consented for us of our second trip to Sistor’s Ferry, en to camp one night; we pitched our tent
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and soou hau supper With hot coffee, after which the talking was strong and varied, mixed with a great deal of tobacco smoke. At a late hour we all concluded ta give ourselves up to the cate and keeping ai old Morpheus, a tew hopeful*, but the majority doubts tiu about the prospect for -a hunt. We rose next morning at daylight, every dog was tied and every man pledged not to fire a gun, even at a gopher, aud a commit ieee composed of Holly, Wilson and Williams appointed to call on Col. John A. Tiger, who was a laige land owner, and attorney for the rest of his neighbours. They were off by mn rise rode ten miles in a hurry, and found Col. Trier at his gin house, mending a gin band. We introduced ourselves, and told our business with the best that was in us. The Col. was very polite and respectful, but stern and determined to adhere to the combination of his neighbours. We talked almost with. tears in our eyes, told him that we were of the old Gang, and claimed to be gentlemen not disposed to hunt unless it was agreeable. Yes, Mr. Editor, we were in a tight box, and we stuck to the Ooh like sick kittens to a hoc brick, and the Colonel finally relented, and said we should not be molested during our hunt. And we are now authorized to*say, by every member of the old Gang, that we are under lasting obligations to Colonel Tison for his kind. concessions, and if ever we meet him in our land, we will endeavor to give him a big time in any way he desires, except in a deer hunt, for in game they are rich and we are Yt>or indeed.
We then put out for camp, and made Jeff Davis, Jack Morgan, and little Vino fling the sand ; made ten miles in an hour, and told the good news to the lonesome looking boys. They gave us three cheers, le#slip the “dogs of blood,” drew a gallon jug of old rye, and all hands drank to the health of Col. Tison. We soon had dinner, and the hunt opened; raised aline buck which dodges like a fox ; he trier Jason, who gives him one barrel, but no blood, Old friend Williams, alias, “death’s door,” was the next man, who with the sugar slick, made a noble buck, with eight points, fold his wings forever. It was then sun-down, we flung the buck on Kitty Clyde, and Preston Brooks carried him into camp, feeling as big as Tucker did when his mammy died.
The weather was still bad, and next morning the rain was coining, but v/e took it between showers, eight shots, aud Bish was the death of another nice buck. The next day the shooting was heavy and rather bad, but Millcdge turned over a nice young doe with his breech loader. Tho same day old friend Williams flushed a twenty pound g v rie. and he fell a victim to lh i ce oiue w rus tlers from that same old sugar stick. That gobbler went home for Lemie and the gins, and we have doubt that they had a bigdinner and a big talk over the old fellow.
We hunted till Friday, the weather was terrible, killed three more, pulled up stake? and started for home. We had our usual jolly times iii camp, and many amusing incidents, too numerous to mention. The oldest man of rho party committed an act which was, at the time, considered decidedly uusports-man like : He was standing at the low
er end cf Snake's Lake, when a monster
the Savannah. *L
On the 4th of December we started, in pompauy with Commissary-Gen. R. Lamar Wade and Preston Brooks, to meet friend Holley and the boys at Fiddle Pond, eight miles below Barnwell Courthouse* Tile weather was very threating and had been for weeks ; but old hunters never - disappoint—so we Went ahead, through the cold and rain, with big expectations of a reunion once more with our brethren. On our way down We passed through our old home and muoh cherished town, Barnwell. The old town looked considerably dilapidated, which at fiiat made a feeling of sadness come over us, but was soon dispelled by the hearty shakoes and genuine welcome of all we met, both white and colored. Our firs^halt was at the store of our old friend, Mrs. Hull, where we had to lay in it supply of tin cups, chow chow, pickles and a little *•: corn whisky. The old lady was very reasonable in her charges, and we take pleasure in recommending her 00m to the $$&rnwell boys as A No. I. We next called on our young friend, Hubert Brown, at the store of that worthy merchant, Mr. A. P. Mandeville, where wo met several of the old rocks of Barnwell, among whom was one John Sidneyham Brown, and such a welcome as Sid gave us we seldom meet. Sid’s whiskers are as long and black as ever, but hq is not so fleshy as wheti we saw bim last, drat he is like the old negro was by his catfish, “rite smartly swank up,” but Sid Brown still. Friend Hubert could not join us but he did all he could to help us, loaned his dogs, and gave me r water bucket and a prime buggy whip to make Kit and Henry “push-along-keep-moving.” As we left the old town we saw the houses of several dear old friends who have gone to eternity since our last visit, and one of them very recently, which made a gloom come over us and made us reflect that one like myself, whose locks are getting hoary, must soon pay that last debt of nature*
I may have dwelt too long on old Barnwell to please some of your numerous-reader*, but, “of the abundance of the heart the mouth doth speak.” Leaving Barnwell we pushed ahead, and at one o’clock, the hour appointed, we met Milledge and the boys at Fiddle pend. We then took a puff of Mrs. Hall’s good corn, and a heavy snack from the fore
and soon were on our winding way again
ing up the rear with Mitty Clyde and Henry Clay. At dark we struck camp two miles this side of Coosawhatchie swamp, had a good night’s rest, and were off by dayJtgnfc next morning, and reached Sister’s Ferry at 4 o’clock, jnet in time to see the steamer, “Currie,’" land with our supplies and four of the Beech Island boys, and among thorn was Lish Wilson, with ten ring-tail roarers, and his dashing grey mare “Vino.”
Lish, who is usually a very cheerful, good-looking fellow, with hair and whiskers as black a1 jet, and as keen u-sports-man as ever pulled a trigger, met us with a downcast look and a face as long as my arm. The secret was boor revealed ; the party had been notified at Paraehuckla, the landing above, that we would not be allowed to hunt, or even camp, anywhere in that vicinity, and then there were more long faces than
'possum came pacing along. He gaye him both barrels. Milledge galloped up
and says s “Have you got him V9 “Oh.
yes I was the reply. “Where is it ?” And the old man pointed to his 'possum winding about in the leaves with Bis* head shot off. Milledge was disgusted, exclaimed, “I don’t come ninety miles to shoot 'possums!” But the next day at dinner, when the old fellow was baked as brown as a berry, with a right, smart chance of Mrs. Hull’s chow-chow sprinkled over him, the moat of the Gang said—by actions if not in words -—that the old man was about half right, for they didn't even . leave the cook a taste of the slick-tail.
V/e had one horse a little sick, and before wa got one mile from camp Preston Brooks was taken very sick indeed from an over bate of Uncle Peters parched pin ders—so much so that he had to get out of jhe wagon and try it on the cold, damp ground* Preston’s rather, seeing that prompt action and strong talk was absolutely necessary, for the rest of the Gang were a mile ahead of us, said in his characteristic way: “Look ’or here, Brooks, if you don’t git and git in this waggfc I’ll be d—d if we don't cram you |n one of thcm
gopher holes and leave you.” Preston
hole, ninety miles from home, so he crawled into the wagon in great agony. We gave him the best place we could to lay on, which was across boxes and. sad-
dies, buck-horns and’ empty jugs,_
Luckily for Preston one of the Gang had some opium. We gave him about two grains, and in about twenty*minutes Brooks complained of ffeeliuc* mighty good and sleepy, Next mom-mg he was all right, but said he neve? could forget Uncle Peter’s panders, tho gopher holes and the man that gave him the opium.
At Brighton we overhauled our party and found them laying in refreshment^ We struck out; again and at 9 o'clock we reached LaritonviUe, where wo laid in morn refreshments and found that we were trading with a gentleman who had married an Edgefield girl—a Mr. Wil* cox. We claimed neighborship with him at once, and he sold ns good “hot-drops very reasonable.
At Ii o clock that night we crossed Coosawhatchie and reached our old camp -men, horses and dogs in a used up condition. The next morning some of the Gang refused breakfast and complained of the big head. At Allendale we dropped the Beach Island boys, took a farewell pull and drank the health,of Tison and Means. We then pulled tho stringer over Kit and Hen ay and made for Williston. About 12 o'clock we struck old Barnwell again, made a short stop to deliver Hubert’s dogs, and our buck-horns, hides and gobbler created some little sensation. We saw Sam Belonger and the whale—Sam looked stout aud the Whale rather thin. We crossed the creek and took lunch on some of Joe Allin Tobin’s oysters and sardines, Mud iii a few hours we worn with the old lady and the girls in the thriving town of Williston.
And now, Mr. Editor, wishing ymi a merry Christmas, I desire to remain as ever,
Yours very tru)y,
One oy the Gang
False Alarm.—Between OMjynvi
two o’clock on Tuesday th0ruin*? im an alarm of fire was sounded, which, however, proved to be false. From wha? we can learn, the origin of the oxon*. went Was caused by some one praying in the woods near the Old Po id W e should advise our religiously inclined friends to pray in nvwv* vrh. flued tones in the future, or erie go beyond the limits of the town.
A full stock of Ijwdret h’e fresh s-1 and onion sets; also, Early R.»*e 1 Peach Blow seed potatoes'|u»t revel at Powell’s hardware star.*. >