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jANUARY 1, 1889,
75 CZE2STTS.
JANUARY 1, 1889,
75 OIEnSTTS.
VOLUME 1.
CONCORD, N. C, MAY 25, 1888.
NUMBER 20
THE STOMP
Standard.
GREAT VICTORY OVER RIBH PRICES!
THE FIRST BIG MAL I THE
SPEIHG-
The undersigned once more comes to tha front and avows his determlnal en
o lead all competitors in the good work of saving the people money and suip
plying them with a superior quality of
GENERAL MERCHANDISE.
We are "loaded to the muzzle," and
there is danger of an explosion when we
must "stand from under," for the bottom
and if anybody get? caught when it falls,
Open your eyes, bargain hunters, and
know a gord thing when you see it, come
uy uuyuijj jour
Groceries, provisions and other articles
which cannot be purchasod elsewhere of
Dry Goods, Its, Boots ii Shoes,
u. iui &eu j our country produce Deiore calling on
P. S. Thanking you for past favors, I
jun-ca iu uieru a continuance ot tne same.
To Creditors of J. S. Fisber.
Notice is hereby given that a petition
las been filed before me by E. W,
G. Fisher, guardian of J S Fisher,
asking for the attachment of the home
stead and personal property exemption
fo J S Fisher, and you are hereby do
tilled that petition of said Fisher's will
be heaid at my office in Concord on
Monday, 8th October, 1888.
13 7t J. F. WILLEFORD, J. P
&
GROCERS,
Are fully alive to the peopled interest,
and are prepared to make things lively
in the sale of heavy ahd fancy
GROCERIES,
By puttiug them down to. bottom
prices for
Cash or Barter.
Their stock during 18S8 will be os
the very choicest and freshest, and if
bom. a to please.
Don't forget the place, one door be
low Canuons & Fetzer.
WALTER & SUTHERS.
1 8m.
A Large Lot of
FRESH GARDEN SEtD,
LANDRETH'S
Buist's and
Ferry's,
JUST ARRIVED AT
D. D. Johnson's
DRUGSTORE
For Sale Cheap,
A SECOND HAND
OMNIBUS
with a capacity for twelve passengers
in gn d running order. Call at th?s
office.
WALTER
SMS
SE ASOUI
if our btock is not speedily reduced
fire off our big gun. Everybody
has dropped out of LOW PRICES,
somebody is sure to get hurt. Now
if you are close calculators and
and see me if you want to save money
of home use. A Rneeialtv on flour
the sama grade as caeap as I will sell
hope by fair dealing and reasonable
U. a. B
JSTETW
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More than a Slaughter in
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consisting of
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i
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and a large lot of Jewelry. Also
Ira Cups, Buckets and many other
tnings.
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W. U. JfA V CUCAHDEX. S.
he Oriental m,
MAMMY PIIILX1S WATCH.
It was the spring of 1863. A
warm sun shone upon a border city
spread oui on tne Danics or tne Mis
sissippi a city from which some,
were fleeing to get away from Yankee
territory, some to escape the reported
advance of the boys m gray, and
some to join either the Union or
Confederate armies. For days there
had been an ice gorge in the river.
At midnight without warning, with
a roaring and a cracking, the ice had
broken up and gone off with the
current. As morning dawned all
was activity on the levee. People
were hurrying to and fro. Lar.y
negroes that had been torpid with
cold, were slowly crawling out from
among the cotton bales. From the
long black pipes of steamers whose
captains during their period of en
forced idleness had forgotton their
rivalries, and whose boats had in the
meanwhile been resting quietly Bide
by side wreaths of smoke were
curling and drifting away in tne
wind, vehicles bearing passengers
and freight, struggled for place on
the levee. The cracking of whips,
the braying of mules, the "heave
ho, "heave ho or the roustabout,
the shouts of the mates as they hur
ried the men in no gentle terms to
get on with the freight, made up a
combination of sounds, a scene no
where to be witnessed save on the
levee of a southern river city.
Among the carriages hurrying to
one of the steamers about to depart
for the south was one containing a
gentleman and by his side a lady, his
iunior, and evidently an invalid. In
attendance upon the lady was an old
colored woman, bent with age, but
eager and willing to perform the. du
ties of a nurse.
The gentleman carried his deli
caie companion over the gang plank
and up into the cabin, where he laid
her on a sofa. Kneeling beside her
and taking her hand in his, he
gazed upon her as if he would en
grave forever upon his heart the
sweet smne tnat responueu to ins.
Yet they were sad smiles; it was :
sad parting. The young w ife, bro
ken in health, was about to depart
for their former home in
Louisiana. The husband, a Confed
erate officer, was to go to report for
duty to Gen. Albert S. Johnston,
and was destined soon after to march
with his regiment to join the force
which Gen. Pemberton was then col
lecting at Vicksburg.
" Surely, Robert," the young wife
said, as sne held him when he en
deavored to break away from her
with a view to ending tli3 parting
so bitter to both of them ; " surely
it will all be over soon, and you will
join me, and at once the moment,
peace is declared won t you ?
"Let us hope," he said manfully.
" I will." lie turned and hurried
away. Mammy Phillis followed her
master as he passed through the
cabin to the staricase in the bow of
the boat.
"Done you fret, Mars' Robert,
honey," she said: "ole Phillis '11
care for missy like she did for you
when you was nothen but a little
pickaninny on her bres.
Robert Gibson tried to speak to
her, but he could not. His lips
moved but no words came. He
pressed the old woman's black hand,
and hurried down the staircase and
out on the crowded levee. Once he
turned and looked back at the boat
that held his treasure. The last
sight that met his gaze was the fig
ure of the mammy straining her
eyes to discover him among the
crowd. An hour after the steamer
was standing down the river while
the negro deck hands stood in the
bow singing the strange weird mel
ody once heard never forgotten.
When they reached a point near
Island A a. 10, they had come to the
advance of the Confederate lines
They were passed through, and
within a few days were again on an
other steamer, moving southward.
As the days passed, nearer and
nearer came the boat to the sunny
south. Here and there on the river
banks the tender green of the pop
lars and the sheen of the Spanish
moss told that spring was wakings
and soon the song of the mocking
bird brought cheer to the weary
heart of the invalid, which in spite
of all its- eourage could not rise- to
resignation. Mammy Phillis hover
ed over her young mistress with lov
ing care,'beguikling her as well as she
could with; dreams of the future
whea Mars' Robert should come
home covered with glory which
should rival Solomon's. But she
saw with agony untold' that "the
silver bowl was broken." Her yonng
mistress life faded and flickered, ral
lied, for a day, relapsed, flared for a
moment like a candle m its socket
and then went out altogether.
One morning the bell on the
steamer was struck, the fires were
banked, and her prow turned to
ward the shore. It was but a few
miles south of Vicksburg. The
boat tied to the landing, a prosession
of the passengers bore the lifeness
charge of Mammy Phillis to the
shore, and there, after several of the
deck hands had dug a grave, rever
ently laid the body in it. The
steamer had " lain to" at an opening
in the forest. Huge cypress trees
threw their dark shadows into the
unknown, depths, trailing moss wav
ed its gray tresses in the summer
breeze, birds were caroling in all the
tree tops, and the magnolia; and
climbing jessamine filled the soft
air with their delicious perfume.
bad eyes looked on as the rough
steamboat hands performed their
strange, office. Was there no one to
offer a prayer for this sweet spirit in
all that company?' No! Only the
uncovered heads of the rough sail
ors and the few strangers there
gathered bore witness to the un
usual scene. A moment more and
they had recrossed ; the gangplank.
Mammy Phillis stood like a statute
where she had placed herself at the
head of the grave, deaf to all en
treaties to go with the rest."
" Where missy lies, dare I lie,
was all she would say.
At last they left her. As the boat
moved away they f heard her cry,
"How long, oh - Lbrd, how long I "
The sun "went down, silence reigned
in the vast wilderness and the stars
looked down upon the solitary form
of Mammy Pillis, , faithful almost
unto death.
.
It was the summer of 1863.
Grant and Sherman were investing
Vicksburg. For more than a year
old Mammy Phillis had watched
over the grave of her mistress on
that shore in the wilderness. An
old cabin had been deserted by its
tenants as being in too close proxi
niity to the lawlessness of war, and
in this the old woman had made her
home. From a plantation not far
distant she had drawn what scanty
substance she needed, and there she
stayed and watched and prayed that
Mars Robert should come ana re
lieve her of her lonely vigil.
. One day the old woman thought
she heard the booming of distant
guns or was it thunder ? She step
ped to the cabin door to listen. The
sounds came nearer. 1 hen she heard
volleys. Then the sounds seemed
to recede, then to advance, yet with
each advance drawing nearer, till at
last the forest about her resounded
with the deafening roar of artillery,
the sharp rattle of musketry, the
shouts of men. the neighing of
horses. During the presence of these
mighty concussions old Phillis sat
crouched in the corner of her cabin
praying the Lord to take her to his
"Kingdom come.
Then the sound grew further and
further; the noise of the cannon
became again a low muttering, and
the volleys of musketry died away
into an occasional distant shot.
Now it happened bv a strange fate
that this battle brought the end of
Phillis' watch. "When the old wo
man found strength and courage to
go out of her cabin, she found near
it the dead and the dyint. A tem
porary hospital was established in a
few rods, and who should be brought
dying to the old crerture s cabin,
but her beloved Mars' Kobtrt.
None of the arts with which the
aged nurse had soothed him as a
child would avail now to bring him
strength. No gentle ministrations
or tender words could rouse him
from his deathlike stupor. With
his head upon her breast she croon
ed over him, till the present vanish
ed aud he was her own little " pick
aninny " at the plantation home, and
she sang the song he loved to hear
as a child as she rocked to and fro
Come friends come, done stop at
Jordan
When de waters roll away,
Take up de staff and hurry on,
For de Lord won't let you stray
Into de promised land.
Hurry on, hurry on!
Mammy looked down and saw the
eyes of the wounded soldier open,
but a smile of recognition was all
passed between her and her beloved
master.
"Bress de Lord he' done go heben,
and when de angel Gabrel blow de
horn fer de battLe- to begin,. Mars'
Robert go fine dat Yank what shot
him an pay him backr or Mammy
Phillis don't know nuffin ob de
meanin ob de Scripters."
From far and near they came, a
dusky crowd to pay tlielas ttribute of
respect to the young massa, and he
was laid to rest by the side of his
loved one, in the lonely forest.
Mammy sat in the door of her cab
in, gray and blind waiting for the
sound of Gabriel's horn, firm in the
belief that somehow when Mars'
Robert finds that Yank she will be
there to see;
' One day after peace came, a boat
landed at the bank near mammy's
cabin. A gentleman came ashore
and took the old woman away. He
was her young master's father.
Mammy went back with him to
Louisiana, and when she-went " into
de promised land " she was watched
by those of fairer complexion,, and
who were no less faithful to her than
she has been to her "Mars'" and
"Missy."
Early rising not only give3 us more
life in the same number of years, but
adds likewise to their number ; and
not only enables us to enjoy more
of our existence in the same measure
of time,, but increases also the meas
ure.
Landlord "Mrs. OHooliham, I'm
thinking of raising your rent ."" Mrs.
O'Hooliham "Begorrah, I'm glad
of that for I can't raise it myself
at all, at alL" Nebraska Journal.
JOHN BROWN'S JEATII.
Chat'; With the Man Wh led in the
rProsMntioo. ; ,. j . -
The only time during the whole
time of his captivity that John
Brown showed, temper, according to
Mr. Andrew Hunter, was when his
wife visited him the day before the
execution, and Gen. Taliaferro, who
was in command of the troops, re
fused to let her remain over night.
Brown did show a risrht smart
temper over that." said Mr. Hunter.
" But he soon calmed down and ac
quiesced in the arrangement. Mrs.
Brown stayed in jail two or three
hours and was then sent down to Har
per's Ferry, where she wainted until
next day, when the body of her hus-
Dand was delivered to her. She was a
woman of very little sentiment, I
think, for while she was at Harper's
Ferry waiting for the body she was
getting receipts to make particular
dishes."
Of the last act in the tragedy Mr.
Hunter tells some interesting re
miniscences. He. with Mr. Smith.
of the millitary institute, went out
the afternoon before the execution
and selected the location for the gal
lows, which was immediately put up
by Capt. Cockrell, the town carpen
ter.
THE EXECUTION.
"We chose an elevated place, just
out of town, where there wasn't a
tree or anything else to serve as a
landmark! Our idea was that the
exact spot should be forgotten as soon
as possible. And we were eminently
successful. There isn't a man living,
except myself, who can tell you just
where John Brown was huHg. I can
put my hand on the spot, but
wouldn't. The gallows was put up
the afternoon before, and it was taken
down a soon as the execution was
over, and the timbers were stored in
the jail yard. Afterwards the gal
lows Avas erected as wanted for
Brown's companions, but not in the
same place. As soon as one hanging
was over the gallows was taken down.
When the war came on the timbers
were moved from the jail yard and
built into a porch to hide them from
the Yankees There they remained
until a few years ago, when their
owner, Capt. J. W. Coyle, sold part
of them for more than his whole
house cost him. They were taken
north to be destributed among ad
mirers of old John Brown."
Some things which have been
printed about the execution were ut
terly untrue, according to Mr. Hun
ter.
" That story of John Brown stop
ping on the way to the scafford to kiss
a little negro child is ntterly false,"
he said. "No negroes were allowed
to come near. I saw him all the way
from the jail to the gallows. I was
close by the scaffold when he mount
ed it and I heard him say in a plain
tive tone, 'I hope they will not keep
me standing here any longer than
necessary.' The military were go
ing through a lot of movements.
While Sheriff Campbell and Capt.
Avis were binding him and adjust
ing the rope I heard him say, ' Make
haste!' ' Make baste' When I heard
that I dropped my handkerchief as
a signal for them to cut the rope
which held the drop, and they obeyed.
The military kept on moving about,
but before they got into position and
knew what had happened John
Brown had been hung and was as
as dead as Henry VIII."
THE LAST SKETCH.
Strother, the artist and author,
best known to the literary world as
Porte . Crayon, until recently in the
diplomatic service of this country,.
was a nephew of Mr. Hunter. He
was here during the the trial report
ing and sketching.
" Strother," said Mr. Hunter,, "was
with me when the drop fell. He
slipped up, raised the cap from John
Brown's face and commenced mak
ing a sketch of the dying man's
face. On my asking some question,
Strother replied that Lydia Maria
Childs had published her wish to
have a picture of John Brown in
every condition of life to hang in
her room, and he was taking the
sketch that she 'might have him
when he was finished.' "
Mr. Hunter says that he imme
diately had Brown's body packed and
sent off that afternoon to Harper's
Ferry.
"Not one of them was buried
here," he added. " I shipped the
bodies north to friends and was very
glad to do so. Stephens' sister and
Bweetheart came here from Con
necticut and were with him the
night before he was hung. They
took his body with them.
" There was one thing in connec
tion with the execution of Brown I
have always regretted," said Mr.
Hunter, as he concluded his re
miniscences' " and that is this : As
he ascended the gallows he botfed to
me very politely. I was looking in
another direction and did not see
him, but was told of it afterward.
If I had seen him I should certainly
have returned the bow."
Mr- Hunter said this with the
sincerity of a Virginia.gentleman of
the old school,, who felt that by acci
dent he failed to sustain on one oc
casion his reputation for good man
ners. "W. B. S." in Globe Democrat.
REPTILE WELL-SINKERS.
. A True Snake Story.
A singular illustration of precoci
ty, and of the fact that ?dumb ani
mals oftentimes are capable of mani
festing gratitude, was developed in
the experience of Fanner Joshua
Broadhead, of Moon township, some
days ego, says the Pittsburg Post.
While the farmer was liding along
one of the roads which led back from
the Ohio river to the wilds of Wash
ington county his attention was at
tracted by the rustling of the dry
leaves by the roadside, and on mak
ing a closer examination he found
that a large full-grown rattlesnake
had in some manner got caught be
tween two fence rails, and with the
aid of its mate was making frantic
efforts to extricate itself.' The two
snake 3 would twine around one an
other, giving the assisting reptile
enough strength to -twine its tail
about a neighboring sapling. They
pulled and pulled, but their most
vigorous efforts availed not.
Farmer Broadhead, who is a kind
hearted man and a coi responding
member of the Western Pennsylva
nia Humane society, watched them
for some time, and finally, alighting
from his wagon, he removed the
rail and released the imprisoned crea
ture. The two snakes seemed to be
electrified with joy and happiness,
and wriggled around the road in
front of the farmer in playful gam
bols, and tried in every manner to
testify their gratitude. Finally one
of them wriggled up to one of the
wheels of the wagen, and crawling
on the seat seemed to look attentive
ly at a copy of an agricultural jour
nal lying there, which the farmer
had juet taken out of the postoffice.
It was addressed to "Joshua Broad
head, Podunk Cross Roads Moon
township." A minute later the snake
crawled down out of the wagon, and
and its mate looked attentively, and
it seemed meaningly, at the farmer
out of their bright little shining eyes
and theD wriggied over into a mead
ow, sounding their rattles in a joy
ous manner.
While Mr. Broadhead was deeply
impressed at the time by the singular
actions of the snakes, he soon
thought no more of it save to reflect
that he had done a humane act.
When he sat down to breakfast on
the succeeding morning his wife told
him that a grasping lawyer bad been
down to see him with a notice that
he was about to foreclose a mortgage
which he held on the good old farm
er's homestead, and as the crops had
been bad, and he was not prepared
to settle, he felt verry much depress
ed. Then there came a rapping at
the kitchen door, and" with a dread
at his heart that the sheriff had come
at last he opened it. To his infinite
astonishment he found the two rat
tlesnake that he had met the preced
ing day coiled upon the steps. They
had evidently rapped on the door
with their rattles. He stepped back
quickly in alarm," but the playful
demeanor of the snakes reassured
him. Then one of them flirted up
its tail aud beckoned to him to come
outside. The farmer could scarcely
believe his eyes, but finally stepped
out into the yard. The fcnakes wrig
gled along in front of him, every
now and then turning their heads
to see if he was following them.
They started off towar J the barn,
twisting up their tails at intervals
and beckoning to him. At last they
led him to a secluded hollow, and
here he was dumfounded by seeing
thousands and thousands of rattle
snakes ranged in lines As he came
into view they all began to sound
their rattles, and the noise was like
a hundred saw-mills and a couple of
dozen nail factoaies in full blast.
The strange sight terrified him,
and he was about to flee when the
snake which he had rescued looked
up at him so appealingly that he be
came tranquil. Then the snake
which had been rescued from a lin
gering death began to bite the dust
and whirl round aud round in great
spiral convulsions. It kept right on
biting until it had dug quite a deep
hole in the ground with its sharp
fangs. When it had gone down into
the hole perpendicularly until noth
ing was seen but the tip of its tail, its
mate took hold of the rattle and re
peated the whirling, whizzing opera
tion until it too, had disappeared in
the hole in the ground. ' Then air
other snake took hold of its tail and
went down also.. Another and anoth
er, until hundreds oi snakes naa
gone down out of sight, did they
continue to disappear.
This was continued for several
hours and snake after snake had
gone down the hole until it must
have contained several thousand
yards of rattlesnakes in one string.
For some time the farmer was com
pletely puzzled to unravel the mys
tery, but finally out of the hole there
came a mighty roaring, rushing
sound. There was a great gush of
dust and snakes, and then a shrill
noise which told the story. It was
a monster natural-gas roarer. The
snake that he had rescued, having
seen his name on the paper in the
wagon, had gone to Farmer Broad-
head's house. While listening at
the door it heard about the impend
ing foreclosure of the mortgage on
the farm, and in;order to show its
gratitude it had , called in its asso
ciates and had dug the well in order
that its humane savior might be in
dependent for life. i
i ii
Who is Never Craay
There are many firm believers in
the theory that most people are
crazy at times, and facts seem to
support their belief. The following.
from a source unknown to the writer,
will likely remind a number of our
readers of some incident in their ex-.
perience, which at. the time of its
occurrence seemed to tbem most
unaccountable : "A wise man will
step backward off a porch or into' a
mud-puddle, a great philosopher
will hunt for the specks that are in -
his hand or on his forehead, a hunt'
ter will sometimes shoot himself or
his dog. A working girl had been
feeding a great clothing knife for
ten years. Gne day she watched the
knife come down slowly upon her
hand. Too late, she woke out of ber
stupor with one hand gone. For a
few seconds ber mind had failed, and
she sat by ber machine, a temporary
lunatic, and had watched the knife
approach her own hand. A distin
guished professor was teaching near
a eanal. Walking along one evening
in summer he walked as deliberately
into the canal as he had been walk
ing along the path a second before.
He was brought to his senses by the
water and mud and the absurdity of
the situation. H had on a nevr
suit of clothes and s new silk hat,
but, though the damage was thus
great, he still laugh? over the ad
venture. Our mail collectors find
in the iron boxes along the street
all sorts of papers andartieles which
have been put in by some hand from
whose motions the mind has become
detached for a second. A glove, a
pair of spectacles, a deed, a mort
gage, a theatre ticket, goes in, and
&a goes- the person, holding on to
the regular letter which should have
been deposited. This is called absent-mindedness,
but is a brief lun
acy." Pnlic Opinion.
Death of Rev. N. II. . Wilson-.
In the death of this most eminent
and greatly beloved "Servant of
God." not only the sect of which he
was so devoted a member, but so
ciety and the State at large is de
prived of a shining light. It is a
somewhat difficult task to chronicle
with an approximation even to a just
tribute the many brilliant qualities
of this faithful veteran inthe "Vine
yaid of the Lord," and we must be
content to let those whose pen can
more directly and with the aid of a
closer intimate personal acquaint
tance portray the many noble qual
ities and virtues of the lamented
dead.
Dr Wilson was a native of Guil
ford county, and was born near
Greensboro cn the 23d of December,
1822. His eaily education was o b
tained at the Friend's School at New
Garden. In his 21st year he con
nected himself with the Methodist
Church and stnrtly afterwards mar
ried a daughter of Rev Geo H Greg
ory, of Washington, N (J.
He was appointed Presiding El
der of the Salisbury District in 1851.
and subsequently of the Greensboro
District. In 1876 he was made Pre
siding Elder of the Raleigh District
after which he was transferred to
the BiRsboro District and subse
qnentlyreturned to the Raleigh Dis
trict. For som years he was a
Trustee of Greensboro Female Col
lege, Besides those mentioned he
has fillnd other importent positions
in the church of which he was eo
prominent a member. Raleigh Vis
itor. ' A very pretty effect may be pro
duced by causing a candle to burn
while almaot immersed in water in a
tumbler. The experiment is very
simple i
Insert a nail not too heavy in tb
lower end of a short candle in order
to make that end heavier, and place
the whole in a glass containing
enough water to reach, the upper
edge of the candle without wetting
the wick.
At first though nothing seems
stranger than to expect a candle to
be entirely consumed in such a sit
uation, but it is simple enough. As
the candle burns, it grows lighter
and lighter and rises gradually as- it
diminishes in length, so- that the
lighted end always remains above the
surface of the water.
Fortune knocks once at every
man's door, but don't go hunting,
through the beer-saloons for him if
the man happens to be out.
I take Christianity as I take bread
because I feel and know that it
supplies a want of my nature, the
deepest want of all.
Barber (to customer) : "Have you
heard of the bad scrape young Brown
has got into ?"
Customer : ''Why no ; when did.
you shave him last ?" Epcch