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The Fall of Oahaba, Onoe Obiel
Oity of Alabama.
before the Days of Railroads It
Before the days of railroads, says the
Chattanooga Times, Cahaba, then the
capital of Alabama, was in her glory,
Beautifully situated, with steamboats
plying up and down the Alabama river
between Cahaba and Mobile, carrying
flown cargoes of cot ton and produce and
returning with merchandise, the
Capital became the inland metropolis
her state. The bulk of the cotton
trop was shipped through it. The
Wealthy planters and slave Owners
made their purchases there and its
trade became large. It wae likewise
the hub of aristocracy and the seat of
(colleges and schools of a high order.
When the legislature? was in session the
season of gayety set in. The palatial
homes of the wealthy and historic fam
ilies, many of whom owned lordly man
sions in and around Cahaba, were
thrdwn open and southern hospitality
held uninterrupted sway. These homes
were veritable palaces of luxuriance,
for their owners lived in the lap of
The decline of Cahaba began before
the war, when railroads missed it and
Were built to Selma and Montgomery.
The days of river transportation were
numbered, and Cahaba's trade began
to leave for the more favored cities, and
with it went the population gradually.
Then the capital was removed, and
next the courthouse. The population
continued to diminish. Then came the
trials of war, the raid of Wilson's cav
alry and the devastation that followed.
JBy the end of the war Cahaba's glory
had departed. It was a veritable de
serted village. The mote substantial
of its buildings still stood, but its peo
ple had sought other climes.
A visit to the ancient place—now a
cotton plantation—a few days ago dis
closed some curious sights. It demon
strated what wonderful changes timo
had wrought. Nearly one hundred old
houses, relics of the past, still stand,
tind around them the cotton plants are
just now disclosing their white blooms.
These old structures, built of brick,
will for years to come continue to mark
the spot where the proud city once
stood, for the owner of the plantation
iloes not contemplate pulling them
clown. Some were stores, others were
churches and schoolhouses, and others
still lordly mansions. All are crum
bling to ruins, and while a few are in
habited by negro families who labor on
the farm, the majority are tenanted
•only by bats and owls.
On a hill not far from the river stands
what was once the capitol building in
whose walls the eloquence of William
L. Yancyand other famous Alabamians
of by-gone days resounded. The old
building, a substantial three-story stone
and brick structure, still stands, and is
utilized now as a gristmill and steam
ginnery. Across from it are two blocks
of brick stores, time having made sad
inroads into them.
The once fashionable church of the
town, which cost many thousands of
dollars, is now used by a colored con
gregation. It was, when built, the
costliest and handsomest house of wor
ship in the state. The old Dallas acad
emy, where Senator1 .John T. Morgan
attended school, is now only a towering
mass of ruins. The place where the
historic Craig family resided is planted
in corn, and' the broad expanse where
Gen. E. W. Pettus' costly house stood
is now iised as a pasture. The ruins of
the famous old Perrine mansion, which
cost sixty thousand dollars, were torn
away last year and the brick used for
other purposes. A solitary magnolia
tree marks the spot where it stood.
At one time Cahaba was a city of
many thousand people. Lots sold for
high as fifteen thousand to twenty
thousand dollars. Now the entire site,
with land adjoining, embracing nine
hundred acres, is owned by one man,
Capt. Cliff Kirkpatrick, who came out
of the war penniless, but by pluck and
perseverance has built up his lost for'
tune until now he possesses One of the
finest plantations in the south. He re
bides with his charming family in one
of the twenty-thousand-dollar antebel
lum mansions, which has been refitted.
It is hospitality's own abode. The
property which Capt. Kirkpatrick now
owns could not have been bought fifty
years ago for ten million dollars. Some
thirty artesian wells, which quenched
the thirst Of our ancestors, still flow
freely, but only the wandering herds
and the thirsty farm laborer imbibe
their sparkling waters. If the story of
Cahaba's rise and fall could have been
pictured by Father Ryan he would have
immortalized the dead city.
Bird of Brilliant Plumage.
There are few birds whose plumage
is so variable as the ptarmigan. Three
times in the year its plumage changes
it has separate coats for spring, au
tumn and winter. At the beginning of
xv^jvember it puts on the last costume
of the season. Its spring brown and
summer gray- serve well to hide it
among* the scanty herbage of its
haunts from the keen eye of the soar
insr falcon.
Center of Culture and Learning—
Now a Cotton Plan
It was Father Ryan, the southern
poet, first who said: "A land without
rums is a land without memories." If
Such be the truth, Alabama is not with
out memories. A visit to the planta
tion of Capt. Cliff Kirkpatrick, situated
about twelve miles from Selma, in Dal
las county, beside the rippling waters
of the Alabama river, where the once
city of Callaba, for many years the cap
ital of the state, and the seat of culture
iand learning, stood, will convince one
of this fact. What was once the streets
and boulevards of the gay city are now
broad fields, where stately stalks of
corn and spreading- plants of cotton
grow in luxuriance, nourished by the
fertile soil upon which famous men in
Alabama's history half a century ago
gathered to solve grave problems of
State or to enjoy the unalloyed pleas
ures of antebellum times.
The Desperate Hun of a Brave
California Bronco.
He Keeps Ahead of a Thoroughbred Race*
.hone Until He Falls from Exhaus
tion A Thrilling Narra
An exciting story is told by Crom
well Galpin, in St. Nicholas, of a race
between a bronco and a big thorough
bred horse. The former was ridden
by a mere boy, a Californian, who had
to file a certain paper in court before
noon in order to retain possession of a
farm. The writer says:
There was still wanting1 the one
thing that stirs a racer to his utmost
endeavoi'. Felipe had almost forgot
ten the horse behind him. Two-ey«s
had not. lie had been on the alert,
horse fashion, with one ear now and
again turned, and increased his speed
as the thoroughbred drew near. Felipe
turned his head with a sick feeling
that in a minute more he would not be
obliged to turn his head to see. One
sidelong glance showed him a bay
horse with his head in the air, liis
dainty ears upright and his frothing
mouth wide open. The rider stood in
his stirrups, leaning over his horse's
neck with the reins wound around his
hands. White foam had gathered at
the saddle girth, and sweat dropped
from the horse's body as he ran.
Felipe shut his teeth, and turned his
face toward Los Angeles. He did not
need to look long nor to know very
much about horses to see that this one
was a true race horse, and the man a
steady and a skillful rider.
And Two-eyes? Two-eyes heard the
quick hoof-beats, and the "huh-huh,
buh-huh" of a horse at speed, and felt
hot breath bh his flanks as thri thor
oughbred drew alongside.
&ot the unmusical cry of Tomas, not
the fierce shriek of the savage who in
the old days rode him—neither beating
with knotted rope, nor cruel stroke of
sharpest spur—could have gained from
the bronco horse the response he gave
to the challenge of the thoroughbred.
The big head came down closer to the
ground, the hairy ears were laid baek
till the mane concealed them, and the
deep lungs labored as, through blazing
nostrils, the horse sucked in the strong
salt breeze.
So far the race had been run over level
ground but as the riders approached
the city, the country became hilly and
the road rougher.
It was not for nothing that Two-eyes
had spent five wild years in the Sierra
Madres, where the gray wolf and the
mountain libn are always swift and al
ways hungry nor was it without ad
vantage that Felipe's totnboy sister,
lgnacia, had raced the pinto horse over
this road till it was as familiar to him
as the stableyard at home. To the
1'i'onco horse, used to the mountains
from colthood, the hilly road appeared
•o bo rather a relief. He galloped la
oriou:3ly up the little hills and rushed
down the opposite sides with a speed
liiat took away h® rider's breath he
jumped from hillock to hollow, and
acrosa the little gulches he dodged the
spots where reedlike grass showed that
the ground was wet and soft and
whether running or trotting or pro
gressing by irrftgular jumps, he went on
his Tajr with scarcely lessened speed.
The thoroughbred had never been al
lowed to run except on a smooth and
level track. I-Ie refused to leap the
crossed the road,
though it was scarcely a foot wide.
V.'iien Harry made him face it again, he
jumped ten feet farther than was nec
and stopped stock-still upon the
opposite side. Then he bolted side
v. ise, and ran in the wrong direction
and Hurry felt as if his arms were be
ing pulled off as he forced his horse to
return to the road.
As "lor Tv/o-eyes, he did wh5t he
could. Me was old, as horses' years are
counted, lie had run many races for
Apache masters who jerked his head
from side to side, and threw him out of
nis stride, in their ignorant and fero
-lous efforts to make him go faster. Jij
a is if he re ha a
.vuioii hi:j feed was regnlaff and good
of all 1 lie masters he had ever known
this was the only one who had called
upon him for speed, riding with steady
hand and watchful eye and inspiring
voice,' sparing him needless pain.-,
It is brOnco nature to respond
heartily to these things, and Two-eyes
tried desperately to keep away from
the clattering hoofs behind him. His
breath came in gasps his mouth was
dry. and his sight was dim his trein
bling legs grew weak as side by side the
horses raced down the street leading to
the courthouse, now hardly a mile
As in a Nightmare, Felipe saw the
thoroughbred forge ahead, the bony
head outstretched and down to the
of the withers, the dainty' ears
laid flat, the crimson nostrils widely
spread, and the eyes glaring with fierce
L'he bronco ran on, hut unsteadily.
Felipe drew his legs out from under the
fope, and as he did so the, bronco's feet
sank in the soft earth where a little
stream crossed the street. The horse's
courage was greater than fyis strength,
He plunged forward half a dozen
stumbling strides, and fell just at the
edge of the little stream.
Felipe slid over his horse's head into
a patch of tules, and lay, half stunned
but not hurt, while the thoroughbred
horse passed out of sight and hearing,
and the dust his flying feet had raised
settled down upon the quiet street/
Singular Case of Blindness.
Mrs. Jonathan Rowe, of South Atkin
son, Me., who has been totally blind
for twenty years, experienced aa odd
partial recovery of her sight a few day
ago. She suddenly became able to set
quite distinctly one afternoon about
two o'clock, but her vision was totally
obscured again in two hours. Since
then she has been able to see every day
between about two and four o'clock in
f?6 ®"ern9°n' during the rest of
tbe twenty-four hours is as blind as
it oht
SH«P otf
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They respectfully in
vite their friends to call
at their New Mercantile
And examine their Imttiense Stock of
Dry Goods, Dress Gd&ds,
Groceries, Hardware,) Etc
Williston, North fiakota.
E^&ail ordefs promptly attended tH.
MORSE-SHOEIIMd a Specialty:
Repairing of every description jtfomptoy dd'ne,
and satisfaction guaranteed.
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nM. ROSS, jpropfietor
end Plow Work
I ''#Y.'•••:•
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
We Carry a large and complete stock oi
Boots, Shoes, Notions, Etc.
All ot Which will be Sold at the Lowest Prices tot Ctatt
Wo invite those wishing articles in our line to call and see me,
we feel assured that We can make it to their interest tcf $iirchaaj
ffcom us.
WHjiilSTbN. 37. rni
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All Dr£y Work Promptly Attended to.
And send a copy of it to yotir friends
And thus aid in making known abroad the rich and iliexhaustible1
resources of Williams County, as well as the especial advan
tages of Williston, its County Seat, which is beautifully
located on the banks of the Missouri River, and li the
most important Toon the line of the Great
Northern Road between Minot and Great Falls.
jive me your counsel and financial support and 1
will give you a good, live local paper.
Pay your subscription to the GRAPHIC in advance-il possible-"
tor it takes Money to run a Newspaper successfully.
Chit^°nw£w!Ti Newspaper there is a Complete
Outfit, Where Everything in the shapq of Job Printing irf
executed. Give us your patronage in thai line and help to
build up a County Institution.
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