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NEW HAKMONIa.11fyiea)0)0)0)0K))0s.isnL844toto0)e?e!.yres;-4iel-mget2-IIle7-:dh,t,Id)t,do)rri-iel-Dfe-21It0z.iptoiss;ieJ-idt-)rptisyStp.yit■ j11tol-IletUel Bulletins.Special to the Register.Griffin, Ind., Nov. G, 1881.Noticing your invitation for correspondence in all parts of old Posey, I forthwith send some items from this point—the capital city of Bethel township. Griffin is a growing place. There nre two saloons and a drug-store, a blacksmith shop, and about a dozen houses, altogether. Two or three move are about to be erected. Most of the buildings have never been touched with a whitewash brush, and paint is unknown. There is a saying around that the town has more names than inhabitants. It is Ford Station on the P., D. E time-card, aud on Uncle Sam’s (not Sam Griffin) postal list it is Griffin P. G. The town-charter calls it Price’s Station, or something to that effect, while the country people know it by the more euphonious titles of Gum Bow, Blind-Tigei*, Hardscrabble, c. Still, there is a good prospect, for a square man, with capital enough to keep up a stock, to control a good trade and make money in dry goods and provisions. People living in the lower and upper hill country are anxious for some New Harmony firm to locate a branch of their business at this place.A young man named Mobley, living with his mother near the covered bridge over the bayou, was accidentally shot and killed by his brother last Friday, by the striking of a loaded rifle against the door-post. The ball took effect in the unfortunate hoy's throat, and he died in less than ten minutes.It is rumored that Col. Jack lleady is to abandon his residence in Gibson county for the purpose of going into the liquor business —wholesale and retail—at Griffin.Our gentlemen of leisure were thrown into a state of alarm last Sunday by an object which was discovered bearing down on our town, and fora time there was a partial panic. Some thought it was a Seccsh invasion, others pronounced it a new comet, butall agreed that the end of the world was at hand, flow oveijoyed we were your readers can imagine when the terrible unknown proved to be nothing more (nor less) than an emigrant w’agon manned by Bill Boyce, H. Slater, Billy Wilmoth and Clarence Licli-tenberger—the mightiest hunters in Harmony—and guided by the master-hand of Andy Puckett, who knows the country. The party was en route for “Texas,” stopping in the metropolis only to send some mysterious cipher dispatches to W. H. Owen, William Foxberry, II. Wilmoth, A. D. Jones and Will Miller. Your reporter dropped upon the camp of the abovo quartette, on the bayou beyond the lower Hills, later in the week. Of course I didn’t venture right into their midst, hut was neav enough to inspect things and overhear some of the conversation. A photograph of tlie scene would yield a fortune—as I viewed them from the hillside. People in New Harmony would pay willingly a good fee to see the rubicund Dominie, in turban and knit, pea-jacket, clearing the table of the remains of what had (no doubt) been squirrel pot-pie and quail-on-toast, with “fixin’s or to see Slater artistically fill a clay pipe with natural leaf (“cheap drunk”) tobacco, from a twist that was undoubtedly once a foot and a half long. Bill Wilmoth and Boyce were having some kind of a dispute about a package received from Harmony the day before or about, moving camp to a place they called “Orange valley” —I couldn’t exactly tell which. This appeared to be an off-day in camp. There was a general state of masterly inactivity—for some cause or other—and for two hours I was guilty of listening. During this time, 1 overheard sufficient to know that several sad accidents had befallen the members of the party since they had been out. Slater, with the tent, guns, ami other things, took a trip off the wagon about half a mile from Harmony, and Dominie narrowly escaped drowning while seining in Black river. Boyce had fallen from a precipice before the tent was pitched, and, that night, Bill Wilmoth dreamed that the whole outfit had been swallowed by a boa-constrictor from Orange valley. Presently, the quartette adjourned to the interior of the tent, from which soonN€Carmi 1PrincetWood isGrayvilPatoka»Oftklam The cir Princeti PatokaA d wel last week.Thanks*roost highCandida to the surfThere w market la;Princet c ing 2*ink tCole iville burnAbout i through CGood mi high priceAn Edn peach treeMt. Car brick busiITarriso back peusThe wb( as fresh aThere wthe Mt. ( daily atteiThere 1 over 33,0! PetcrsburjThe Ed society cle dent and the ensuirIt costs less than ( as it does the distamThe Pe for the fol most fash are aboutThe Tin ville boys aud Harr^ on the fini about 200 caught a g station, b night in 11 a part of 1 have “suffThe HepSmall-plt;FamineDenver of ColoracNew Ha the other lt;Severe s New Engl: week.By the New Yorl perished.The pop legislative jority of sIcame such words as “pass,” “two cards,”ndie*“who's doin' this,” c., which aroused my curiosity somewhat-—never having heard such phrases before. However, I feared to go nearer, until I heard a crash and the exclamation—“twenty-four better!” and I determined to have a look into that tent at all hazards. But, alas! in getting down the declivity upon which I had been ensconced, a loose stone went “thut” into a molasses-jug in front of the door, and out came t-lie bold hunters, arms in hand. I stopped just long enough to see bits of pasteboard (with black and red spots on ’em) falling out of their coat-slecvcs, and then took a near cut. for Griffin—with thirteen buckshot through my coat and an ounce ball in my hat-crown.Euge. Thrall, Sam Hill, and Percy Bennett were also up above here lately, and Tom Mumford, Biily Mott, and Fred Walz passed through to the hunting-ground last night. Charley Van way says he is sorry that Tom brought Billy and Fred, as lie will not. have time this week to hunt them up with a lantern—as he had to do for Percy Bennett and Sam Hill.A boat-load of fellows were blowing up the big bayou, in Bethel township, one day last week,.killing fish by the wholesale in defiance of the law, not to say contemptible and unsportsmanlike manner. It is rumored that this squad missed the back train for Poseyville, and had to remain all night in the wilderness and rain; if it was so, the slaughtered fish were avenged.The big bridge over Black river is in a wretched, not to say dangerous, condition. A number of new timbers are needed, and they should be put in before some man’s team is crippled or killed.Charley Bailey: has the finest-looking wheat in the township.The genial Dr. Bryden has his headquarters in Griffin.It is said that Sam Griffin intends to put up a magnificent business house, which, with the big grain elevator, would give the town a more imposing appearance.Special to MarsThinkinlines fronthis letter.place in fl thing new doing a r and a dry the count.e while Vet hole of th dozen lctti the cider r Thomas sa w-mill, i to be used the mill e also contei —the pres Healthsome cases chi 11b. Be bed with pKobert the beauti: Murphy.William saw in the his left. fo‘ Lud Jun the 2 P. 3f. trouble wi at the plat and tried miles an hor his clot•rate he wn the flesh fi were mash tat.ion neclt; a critical lt;terrible.Harry 1 this place, one of Urn Vernon pv a hai*d rnafrom there.mischievoiMrs. T. Harmony of Mr. anc
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New Harmony Register
New Harmony, Indiana, US
Fri, Nov 11, 1881
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