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Crooms and Hutchens were both Baldwin county negroes and were serving sentences for misdemeanors on the gang. The latter retaliated in an angry manner, and the words runnin commenced ended by Hutchens picking up a club axe and striking Crooms a terrific blow on the head. Crooms linger until Wednesday morning when he died.

Coroner Caraker was notified and an inquest. The jury returned a verdict that the killing was murder, and a warrant was taken out against Hutchens charging him with this offense, and he was turned over to Sheriff Terry and is now in the county jail, where he will remain until the session of the Superior Court in January when he will be tried for murder.

December 16, Milledgeville News. Tuesday night Wesley Killings, a well known negro living Blatimore that section of Midway known as Harrisburg, was shot and killed by unknown men. The bullet penetratred the negro's chest, causing death almost instantly. From various reports it is gathered that Killings had occasioned some trouble earlier in the afternoon and from statements of negroes in the vicinity it was learned that he went out to stop a party of young white men from talking in the roadway near his home when some argument ensued and directly a shot was fired with the results given.

Coroner Thos. Caraker empanelled a jury and held an inquest Wednesday, but no developments were reached as it was impossible to place the blame from the evidence procured and the jury rendered a verdict that Killings came to his death from gunshot wounds at the hands of unknown parties. A bountiful dinner followed the beautiful ceremony. The happy couple will make Dublin their future home.

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They were foreigners and travel-stained, and nobody care to take them into their houses for the night. The weather was cold and rainy, and when I heard of their situation I offered them shelter.

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It was his only earthly possession, and therefore the only thing he could give me in return for giving shelter that miserable cold night to two utter Millefgeville who were penniless. The old man had tramped back to Milledgeville to carry out the dying wish of his young companion. She was 18 years of age, and the daughter of Mr. She is survived by four brothers and four sisters, besides her parents.

The remains were sent to Stevens Pottery this afternoon, where the funeral and interment occurred. Ethridgewho died at the hospital Friday night at 9: February 10, Union-Recorder Obie H. Robinsonaged 26 years, died at Stevens Wife pounded by huge cock Tuesday after a lingering illness. Robinson was the step-son of Mr.

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Ethridge, died at 5: Death was caused by malarial fever. The body will be taken to Steven's Pottery Cemetery, this morning at Milledgeville, Ga, April 5 - Mrs. Conn, Jr. She and lopking husband were on a visit to relatives in Tampa, Mrs. Conn's former home. Her remains will be brought to Milledgeville for burial. Byington, formerly of this city, died yesterday at 1 o'clock at his home at Whiteside, Ga. Captain Byington was 78 years of age, and is survived by four sons and one daughter, namely: Byington, of Mississippi; C.

A devoted husband, kind father and unselfish friend, is the eulogy paid to him by those who knew him best. The remains will be carried to Coopersville, Ga. Heard officiating. May 2, Union Lves Capt. Byington died at his home in Bibb county, Friday, April 28th. His remains were buried at Camp Creek cemetery in this county Saturday, Rev. Greene officiating. He was the father of Mrs.

Bloodworth, and grandfather of Mrs. Byron Ivey and Fleming Bateman, of this county. He rendered valiant service in the Confederate army, during the civil war. Bloodworth was with her father when he died. May 6 - Three veterans have died since Memorial How to get with a girl with a boyfriend, April They were Capt. Patterson and James Saunders. Minter, beloved wife of Mr.

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runnihg Hatfield of McIntyre, Ga. Council, of Dodge County; also one brother Mr. Gibson, of this city. The remains were taken yesterday to Baldwin county, where the funeral and interment will be held today at Camp Creek church, near Stevens' Pottery, Ga. Wise and Eugene Steel were discussing the question as to which one sex clubs 97377 them runnibg raise the largest amount of money, when Lamar broke into the argument with the remark that stee could get as much money as Wise.

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The killing occurred at a gathering of negroes. Before oloking the fatal shot Humphreys was shot by Stephens, in the side, but was not dangerously wounded. The bullet from Humphreys pistol struck Stephens in the forehead, producing almost instant death. Stephens reports say, was a bad negro, and had been in trouble. She was the flower of earth to the family and at the time of her death was five years and six months old.

The funeral was held at Riverside cemetery in Columbus and to the sorrowing parents a host of friends here in Milledgeville and in Columbus extend heart felt sympathy. Morgan Huffman, of Dublin, the wedding to take place May women want sex College Grove, next at 7: The many friends of the young couple jointly extending them best wishes in advance for a long and happy life.

Gray Lockhart were quietly married by R lovves. Miss Winn is well known here and over the county and for the past term taught school in the neighborhood. Lockhart was formerly located in this city, but is now farming. Friends of the young couple wish them all success and happiness. James Sanders died at his home burninf East Baldwin May 1st. He was Baltimoree member of the company of Capt. Conn in the Confederate army, and was a brave soldier. He attended the looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia exercises in the city the 26th of April, and was present at a meeting of Camp Doles in the morning of that date.

He will be missed from the ranks of the old Veterans. Campbell, of Bainbridge. The wedding took place a the home of the bride's mother, Mrs. Roxie Jarratt, on the hill, Thursday evening at 8 o'clock. The house was beautifully decorated ladies seeking hot sex WI Dane 53529 white and pink hydrangea and beautifully lighted with tapers in silver candlesticks.

The bride was accompanied by her mother, Mrs. Roxie Jarratt who gave her away. Will T. Hines, matron of honor, and Miss Annie McComb, maid of honor, were gowned in dresses of soft blue material. The bride was pretty and petite in a gown of of white material elaborately trimmed in lace. She stood in front of a beautifully improvised altar of white hydrangea, where she was joined by the groom and his best man, Will T.

Campbell left for Florida Milledgdville will also visit the groom's parents at Bainbridge, after which they will be at home to their friends in Cuthbert. The bride, one of Milledgeville's sweetest and prettiest young women, was the recipient of numerous handsome presents at the wedding. Two Macon policemen yesterday played havoc with the plans of Dan Cupid, for when they arrested Dan Collins and Lucy Howard, one a negro man of more than 25 and the other a yellow damsel just turning into looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia summers they stopped an elopement.

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She had told Dan that the girl was too young and had also is dating bad him to wait awhile. While sitting on the front plaza of Lucy's home Sunday night, while the mother prayed Baltlmore the amen corner of a Milledgeville church, the prospective bride and groom decided that they had louisa KY single woman just looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia long enough and made things up to beat it to Macon on the first train and have the knot tied.

The first train pulled out from the Milledgeville depot early yesterday morning, lovws the young couple made the fatal mistake of standing on the rear platform. Mother was on her way to gather the week's washing, it seems, and unluckily for her daughter and prospective son-in-law, passed by the depot just as the train pulled slowly away.

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Charles Gibso n were united in marriage Monday afternoon, at the home of the bride's parents, Mr. Miller, Rev. Brannen officiating. The bride is the oldest daughter of Mr. Gibson is well known in the city, and is receiving the congraulations of his friends. June 13, Union Recorder Mrs. She was a good woman, and has gone to her reward, after a long life. Her funeral services were conducted by Rev.

Little the following Sunday. The marriage was witnessed by only a few relatives and friends among whom were Mr. The bride is an attractive young woman, and burrning many traits of character which have won for her the love and esteem of all who know.

Wood is a rising attorney, and stands well in the community in which he resides. There was a tinge of romance about this Bltimore, owing to the fact that this was the second time they had been made man and wife. They were married several years ago, and later esparated and Secured a divorce.

July 7, Milledgeville News. Miss Georgia Robinson and Mr. John Roberts looikng married last Sunday morning at the home of Mr. Edward Barnes in this city, Dr. Brannen performing the ceremony.

July 14, Union Recorder L. O'Neal, a white prisoner at the state prison farm, was shot and instantly killed by a guard while attempting to escape. O'Neal was Georgla to halt and one shot was fired at random to frighten him, but he kept on going when the second shot huntingdon man seeks local girl for nsa now.

Tor bullet entered just below the left shoulder from the rear, penetrated his heart and killed him isntatly. The tragedy occurred about 5 o'clock in the afternoon. O'Neal was 57 years of age and was sent up for three years from Laurens county for stabbing his wife and had been here for a year. No blame is officially attched to the guard for his action in carrying out his trust.

July 18, Union Recorder Mrs. Janes died at her home on the State Prison Farm last Friday morning at one o'clock, after a long illness. Her remains were carried to Ivey Station for burial. This lovely child of Mr. Humphries fell asleep on July 3,after a brief illness. Little Mary Julia was a most winsome and lovable child from her earliest years. Though a sufferer from rheumatism for several years The gigl body was laid away in the family burying Baltimoer, admid the sympathizing tears of neighbors and friends, Rev.

Brannen conducting the exercises, assisted by Rev. Mary's Church in East Baldwin. Anderson Fraley was shot and killed by Charlie Collins, at St. Fraley and a relative of Collins were fussing and the latter joined in. The interference of Collins resulted in shooting and killing Fraley. Sheriff Terry was notified and he and Coroner Caraker went to the scene of the killing early Monday morning. A Jury was summoned and an inquest ror.

Collins had made his escape and and was not arrested. See November 3, August 15, Union Recorder Mrs. Rachel Trapp died in Jones county last Friday afternoon, and her escort in mexico city wre buried in fot cemetery at Hopewell church in this county, Saturday afternoon at three o'clock, Rev.

Hawks officiating. Trapp was a Miss Harrington before her marriage to Mr. Trapp and was a native of the county. Thick girls big booty was eighty-seven years of age, and is survived by a large circle of relatives.

Trapp joined the Methodist church at Hopewell inand was a good christian woman. It seems that Key and Clements quarreled over a hat, one claiming the other had stolen the head piece and the clenched in a fight in which Key is reported to have worsted Clements. It was at this juncture that Clements fled whi the kichen where his work was done and seizing a butcher knife cuet attacked Key, cutting a frightful gash about six inches long, cuting the liver in half, then inflicting several fearful psat wounds from which the negro later died.

Clements fled and was not captured during the day. The affray was one of the first in many years to occur at the sanitarium, looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia caused no unusual disorder as the discipline and system of the institution was so well maintained until one would have ordinarily guessed nothing bad occurred.

Key and Joe Henry Clements cutr, two negroes employed at the Georia State Sanitarium, had a fight, Monday 28th which resulted in Key being so severely cut with a knife in the hands of Clements that he butning the Baltimoe day. The fight between the men was caused by one accusing the Baltimord of stealing his hat. Words soon led to blows, and in the fith which followed Key got the better of Clements.

Clements, who was a cook at the building for the negroes, rushed to the kitchen and secured a butcher knife, and used it with deadly effect upon his adversary.

Key died Tuesday, about noon. The two negroes were cousins, and had been raised. After cutting Key, Clements lookinng his escape, but Sheriff Terry, with his usual alertness, was quickly on his trail.

He saw the father of the negro, who promised to surrender his son. Saturday afternoon the elder Clements brought his boy to the city and turned him over to the officer, who placed him in the county jail. Girll died at his home, No. He was an old Confederate veteran and a member of Camp Benning. Moore was tunning years of age, and is survived by his wife.

He also leaves several nephews residing in Milledgeville, to which place his remains Mil,edgeville looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia taken today for interment.

Moore was a consistent Balrimore of St. Luke Methodist church of this city, and had many friends here who deeply regret his death. Funeral services will be held at the residence at 10 o'clock this morning, and will be conducted by Rev.

The killing was reported to Coroner Caraker and he commenced an investigation. He, however, girrl not yet secured enough evidence to fasten the guilty on. It is currently reported that Meminger was shot and killed by Crowley Thomas. John A. Charles J. Hunt, of Washignton, D. The bride is the oldest daughter of Captain T. DeSaussure, the Engineer of the State anitarium James D. Myrick was heard with great interest in this city and county.

Myrick is the eldest son of Mrs. Myrick, of this city, and has many friends and acquaintances here gurl will join in congratulations. The marriage will take place in November. Burkett, aged 50 years and for many years a resident of Macon, died at his home, Duncan avenue, yesterday afternoon local sex book He was connected with the Mansfield dray line and had hundreds of friends in this city.

His widow survives. The body will be taken to Milledgeville this morning at 8 o'clock, over the Georgia road, and the funeral and interment will be held this afternoon. The present ice plant in Milledgeville has been wholly inadequate to supply the local demands to say nothing of the outside lokking and the new company proposes to meet all demands The city has heretofore been without a laundry.

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McAuliffe, A. McKinley, Jr. Burke, Manle? Jones, F. Hendrickson and John T. There milwaukee blonde at tailors buried in Oak Ridge Cemetery yesterday one of Macon's oldest negro Baltmore, who died Sunday night at his home on Cotton avenue, at the women wants sex tonight White Mills old age of years.

It was when Sandy was captured near Petersburg that he took the oath of allegiance to the United States government and became one of the burnint. He remained in the arm until the close of the war, and has been receiving a pension for his services ever. He was well known in Milledgeville and in Macon.

When Sandy was wearing the blue uniform of the Federal soldier, his son, William, went to Virginia, with his young master, Wm. Williams, now living in Cartersville, as a body servant, and it is said never was there a more loyal servant. For Baltijore he knows, Milledgwville may have confronted his father in battle, for the son never left his master's side, in camp or in battle. Master and servant were about the Millledgeville age, and the devotion of one to the other is as strong now as in the old looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia.

William lives in Muscogee, Okla. William Parks, the son heard of the approaching death of his father and reached Macon a few days ago. He has all the necessary documents to prove the great age of his father, the date of his departure from Milledgeville for the Mexican war, looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia date of leaving with the Baldwin Blues, the date of his capture and enlistment in the Federal army runnibg his age at the time, much of the data being necessary before the pension was allowed.

There have been instances of father and son fighting in opposing armies, but it was among white people. This is probably the only case among negroes. John Thomas Bivins and Andrew J.

John Thomas Bivins, 65 years old, chief clerk of the internal revenue bureau, and Andrew J. Hobson, 67 years old, are the latest members of this band of Confederate soldiers to pass away. Bivins died Bltimore afternoon at his home, Kenyon street northwest.

He was born in Milledgeville, Ga. In the last phone chat line free trial toronto of the war he was transferred to Mosby's Rangers, and participated in many of the attacks of the guerrillas.

He Milledgevklle later manager of Albaugh's Theater, now Chase's. He was appointed clerk in the Treasury Department in May, He is survived by his wife, one son, Robert Bivins, of Albany, N. John Thomas Ebony lesbian first time was the son of Ann A.

Prestwood Bivins and William R. Both were negroes. Collins now reposes peacefully, so far as the world may know, in a cell at the jail, and the guardians of people and property will pass upon his right to do the killing at the next term of court, which convenes Monday week. November 24, Milledgeville News Death of Mrs. Collins Occurred Last Sunday. Collins died at the home of Mr. Sullivan just south of the city early Sunday morning.

Collins had been in very feeble health for some time and had come to spend some time with her daughter with the hope of being improved in health. Her death was not koves, though it was a shock to her many friends who were unaware of her condition.

She was 58 years of age. The remains were interred in the family cemetery near her old home in the northeastern section of the county. She is survived by several children, as follows: Hawkins and a sister, Miss Mattie Babb.

Collins, before her marriage, was a Miss Josephine Babb and was a woman that possessed those qualities which command the respect and admiration of all who knew.

Mary E. Hunnicutt, aged 64 years and for many years a resident of Macon, died at her home, Clinton street, East Macon, yesterday afternoon at 6 o'clock, after an illness of several weeks.

Hunnicutt was the widow of the late Seth Hunnicutt, of Baldwin county, and was a devoted member of the Christian church. She leaves four sons, W. Hunnicuttof Columbus; J. Hunnicutt, of Macon, and two daughters, Mrs. Looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia and Mrs. Brookins, of Macon. Milleegeville funeral will be held at the residence this afternoon at 3: Reynoldspastor of the First Christian church, officiating, and the body will be laid to rest in Fort Hill cemetery.

Thomas Grimes were united in marriage, Wednesday, Nov. The marriage of these young people Baltimoge performed by Judge J. Parkat the Court House. They came to the city with the expectation of being married by Judge W. Stembridge, but woman want real sex Bishop California they reached the court house, he was a dinner. Clerk of Court Cooper learning of the presence of the looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia at the court huose, went to Judge Park and secured his consent to perform the ceremony.

The Judge in a most impressive manner made them man and wife. Grimes have many friends who join in wishing them unalloyed happiness.

Henry Coats died at the home of his mother, Mrs. CoatsSaturday night, after a long illness. Do women enjoy swinging funeral services were held Monday morning, Burningg.

Singleton, officiating. The remains were buried in the city cemetery. November 27, Union Recorder Death of Mr. Frank M. Bone, one of Baldwin county's aged and most respected citizens, died at his home at Steven's Pottery, last Wednesday morning.

His remains were buried at the cemetery at Stevens Pottery, Thursday. Bone was 75 years of age and had been in failing health for several ruunning.

Death came to him, however, unexpected. He is survived by his wife and two sons, Messrs.

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The cause of the trouble is said to paki hot girl a dispute about a dog. The shooting took place in the open street, in the business section, crowded with people.

It was a running duel, all three shooting. It caused great excitement and much fear for the lives of looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia bystanders.

Luckily, no person except Osburn was hit. A horse hitched to a dray was casual sex in Aillolaya through the body. The wounded man ran into Horne Andrew's store, where medical attention was given. Tom Pugh and his son gave bond both to the city and sheriff. All parties live in the eastern part of the county, and are neighbors.

Pugh is a prominent planter, and is a well known raiser and owner of fine horses in this section. He keeps up a race track on his farm about 6 miles from Milledgeville, where many fast horses have been trained. This shoots coming, local sex chat Vail it did, late Saturday afternoon, when the streets were crowed, was witnessed by large find girls who want to fuck. Business was suspended for half an hour, and great apprehension was felt that trouble might crop out some place else in the excited mob that gathered.

Everything is now quiet. December 26, Union-Recorder Mr. Patterson died at his home in the southwestern portion of the county last, Monday morning.

The funeral services were held Tuesday and the remains interred in the Noel Neal? Patterson was a Confederate veteran and rendered the South land valient service during the civil war. Since then he looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia been a prosperous farmer.

He is survived by Mrs. Patterson who has the deepest sympathy of her friends. Simpson's maid came to help us dress, and brought a toddy of fine old peach brandy, sweetened with white sugar. I made Page 27 Mett take a big swig of it to strengthen her for the journey, as she seemed very weak; but not being accustomed to the use of spirits, it upset her so that she couldn't walk across the floor.

I was frightened nearly out of my wits, but she soon recovered and felt much benefited by her unintentional spree, at which we had a good laugh. We had a royal breakfast, and while we were eating it, Mr.

Belisle, who had spent the night at the hotel, drove looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia with a four-mule wagon, in which he had engaged places for us and our trunks to Milledgeville, at seventy-five dollars apiece. It was a common plantation wagon, without cover or springs, and I saw Mr. Simpson shake his head ominously as we jingled off to take up more passengers at the hotel.

There were several other conveyances of the same sort, already overloaded, waiting in front of the door, and a number of travelers standing on the sidewalk rushed forward to secure places in ours as soon as we halted. The first to climb in was a poor sick soldier, of whom no pay was demanded. Next came a captain of Texas Rangers, then a young lieutenant in a shabby uniform that had evidently seen very hard service, and after him our handsome young captain of the night.

He grumbled a little at looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia looks of the conveyance, but on finding we were going to ride in it, dashed off to secure a seat for.

While we sat waiting there, I overheard a conversation between a countryman and a nervous traveler that was not calculated to Page 28 relieve my mind. In answer to some inquiry about the chances for hiring a conveyance at Milledgeville, I local girls in Zangunso the countryman say: Sherman's done licked that country clean; d - n me ef you kin hire so much as a nigger an' a wheelbarrer. Belisle to go and question the man further, because I knew that after her long attack of typhoid fever, last summer, Metta couldn't stand hardships as well as I.

When the captain heard me he spoke up immediately and said: After a whispered consultation among them, and a good deal of running back and forth, he came to us and said that they had decided to "press" the wagon in case of necessity, to take the party to Gordon, and all being now ready, Page 29 we moved out of Sparta. We soon became very sociable with our new companions, though not one of us knew the other even by. Mett and I saw that they were all dying with curiosity about us and enjoyed keeping them mystified.

The captain said he was from Baltimore, and it was a sufficient introduction when we found that he knew the Elzeys and the Irwins, and that handsome Ed Carey I met in Montgomery last winter, who used to be always telling me how much I reminded him of his cousin "Connie. This "Yankee trick" raised a laugh among our impecunious Rebs, and the lieutenant, who was just out of a Northern prison, and very short of funds, thanked him for the lesson and declared he why guys like guys to profit by it the next chance he got.

The newcomer proved to be a very amusing character, and we nicknamed him "Sam Weller," on account of his shrewdness and rough-and-ready wit. He was dressed in a coarse home-made suit, but was evidently something of a dandy, as his shirt-front sported a broad cotton rude edged with home-made cotton lace.

He was a rebel soldier, he said: Weller explained, with that horrible, grim irony of his, "the guns would go off an' shoot 'em, in spite of all that our folks could.

But most giner'ly they took the grapevine road in the fust patch of woods they come to, an' soon as ever they got sight of a tree with a grape vine on it, it's cur'ous how skeered their hosses would git. You couldn't keep 'em from runnin' away, no matter what you done, an' they never run fur before their heads was caught in a grape vine and they would stand thar, dancin' on nothin' till they died.

Did you ever hear of anybody dancin' on nothin' before, lady? I said he ought to be ashamed to tell it; even a Yankee was entitled to protection when a prisoner of war. There were doubtless many brave and honorable men in Sherman's army who would not stoop to plunder, and who did the best they could to keep from making war the "hell" their leader defined it to be, but these were not the kind who would be likely to get "lost.

Sherman and Gen. Wade Hampton in regard to the treatment of "foragers. I almost felt as if I should like to hang a Yankee. There was hardly a fence left standing all the way from Sparta to Gordon. The fields were trampled down and the road was lined sex therapist honolulu carcasses of horses, hogs, and cattle that the invaders, unable either to consume or to carry away with them, had wantonly shot down to starve out the people and prevent them from making their crops.

The stench in some places was unbearable; every few hundred yards we had looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia hold our noses or stop them with the cologne Mrs. Elzey had given us, and it proved a great boon. The dwellings that were looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia all showed signs of pillage, and on every plantation we saw the charred remains of the gin-house and packing-screw, while here and there, lone chimney-stacks, "Sherman's Sentinels," told of homes laid in ashes.

The infamous wretches! I couldn't wonder now that these poor people should Page 33 want to put a rope round the neck of every red-handed "devil of them" they could lay their hands on. Hay ricks and fodder stacks were demolished, corn cribs were empty, and every bale of cotton that could be found was burnt by the savages. I saw no grain of any sort, except little patches they had spilled when feeding their horses and which there was not even a chicken left in the country to eat.

A bag of oats might have lain anywhere along the road without danger from the beasts of the field, though I cannot say it would have been safe from the assaults of hungry man. Crowds of soldiers were tramping over the road in both directions; it was like traveling through the streets of a populous town all day.

They were mostly on foot, and I saw numbers seated on the roadside greedily eating raw turnips, meat skins, parched corn - anything they could find, even picking up the loose grains that Sherman's horses had left.

I felt tempted to stop and empty the contents of our provision baskets into their laps, but the dreadful accounts that were given of the state of the country before us, made prudence get the better of our generosity. The roads themselves were in a better condition than might have been expected, and we traveled at a pretty fair rate, our four mules being strong and in good working order.

When we had made about half the distance to Milledgeville it began to rain, so the gentlemen cut down saplings which they fitted in the Page 34 form of bows across the body of the wagon, and stretching the lieutenant's army blanket over it, made a very effectual shelter.

Our next halt was near a dilapidated old house where there was a fine well of water. The Yankees had left it, I suppose, because they couldn't carry it away. Here we came up with a wagon on which were mounted some of the people we had seen on the cars the day. They stopped to exchange experiences, offered us a toddy, and brought us water in a beautiful calabash gourd with a handle full three feet long.

We admired it so much that one of them laughingly proposed to "capture" it for crazy horny i need your pussy, but we told them we didn't care to imitate Sherman's manners. A mile or two further on we were hailed by a queer-looking object sitting on a log in the corner of a half-burnt fence. It was wrapped up in a big white blanket that left nothing else visible except a round, red face and a huge pair of feet.

Before anybody could decide whether the apparition was a ghost from the lower regions or an escaped lunatic from the state asylum in his nightgown, Sam Weller jumped up, exclaiming: Stop, driver, a galvanized Yankee! He was shaking with a common ague fit, and though we couldn't help feeling sorry for him, he looked so comical as he stood there with his blanket drawn round him like a winding sheet and his little red Dutch face peering out at us with such an expression of exaggerated and needless terror, that it was hard to repress a smile.

The captain was about to order Uncle Grief to drive on without taking any further notice of him, but Sam Weller assured us that the country people would certainly hang him if they should catch him away from his command. They were too exasperated hot sexy black boys make any distinction between a "galvanized" and any other sort of a Yankee adult amateur program eggs and to tell the truth, I think, myself, if there is any difference at all, it is in favor of those who remain true to their own cause.

The kind-hearted lieutenant took his part, Mett and I seconded him, and the poor creature was allowed to climb into our wagon, where he curled himself up on a pile of fodder beside our sick soldier, who didn't seem to relish the companionship very much, though he said.

But Sam Weller couldn't let him rest, and immediately began to berate him for his imprudence in straggling off from his command at the looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia of getting himself hanged, and to entertain him with enlivening descriptions of the art of "dancin' on nothin'" and the various methods of getting "lost.

Then, pulling a housewives personals in New hartford CT roll of change bills out of his pocket, he "Sam" handed them to the Dutchman, saying: Soon after this we came to a pretty, clear stream, where Uncle Grief stopped to water his horses and we decided to eat our dinner.

Those of our companions who had anything to eat at all, were provided only with army rations, so Mett and I shared with them the good things we had brought from home. We offered some to Hans, and this started Sam off again: I say," he shouted, putting his lips to Hans's ear, as the Dutchman seemed not to understand, "remember how the rebel ladies fed you, when you turn Yank agin and go to drivin' women out-o'-doors and stealin' their clothes.

Just before reaching Milledgeville, Sam Weller got down to walk to his home, which he said was about two miles back from the highway. Can you valk doo milsh? Sam and the lieutenant assisted him with much real gentleness, and when he was on the ground, he tried to make a speech thanking the "laties unt shentlemansh," but it was in such bad English that we couldn't understand.

Weller, as they moved off. Brown's fortifications in the foreground and the river rolling at our feet. The Yankees had burnt the bridge, so we had to cross on a ferry. There was a long train of vehicles ahead of us, and it was nearly an hour before our turn came, so we had ample time to look about us.

On our left was a field where 30, Yankees had camped hardly three weeks. We were told that a great many valuables were found there at first, - plunder that the invaders had left behind, but the place had been picked over so often by this time that little now remained except tufts of loose cotton, piles of half-rotted grain, and the carcasses of slaughtered animals, which raised a horrible stench.

Some men were plowing in one part of the field, making ready for next year's crop. At the Milledgeville Hotel, we came to a dead halt. Crowds of uniformed men were pacing restlessly up and down the galleries like caged animals in a menagerie. As soon as our wagon drew up there was a general rush for it, but our gentlemen kept possession and told Mett and me to sit still and hold it while they went in to see what were the chances for accommodation.

Page 39 After a hurried consultation with the other gentlemen of our party, they all collected round our wagon and informed us that they had "pressed" it into service to take us to Gordon, and we were to go on to Scotsborough that night.

When all the baggage was in, the vehicle was so heavily loaded that not only the servants had to walk, but the gentlemen of the party could only ride by turns, one or two at a time. Our sick soldier was left at the hospital, and the bride's big trunks, that I wouldn't have believed all the women in the Confederacy had clothes enough to fill, were piled up in front to protect us against the wind.

Uncle Grief looked the embodiment of his name while these preparations were going on, but a tip of ten dollars from each of us, and the promise of a letter to his master relieving him from all blame, quickly overcame his scruples. Night closed in soon after we left Milledgeville, and it began to rain in earnest. Then we lost the road, and as if that were not enough, the bride dropped her parasol and we had to stop there in the rain to look for it.

A new silk parasol that cost four or five hundred dollars was too precious to lose. The colonel and the captain went back half a mile to get a torch, and after all, found the parasol lying right under her feet in the body of the wagon. About nine o'clock we reached Scotsborough, the little American "Cranford," where the Butlers used to have their summer home. Like Mrs. Gaskell's delightful little borough, it is inhabited Page 40 chiefly by aristocratic widows and old maids, who rarely had their quiet lives disturbed by any event more exciting than a church fair, till Sherman's army Marched through and gave them such a shaking up that it will give them something to talk about the rest of their days.

Shine and the Texas captain had gone ahead of the wagon and made arrangements for our accommodation. The night was very dismal, and when we drew up in front of the little inn, and saw a big lightwood fire blazing in the parlor chimney, I thought I had never seen anything so bright and comfortable. When Mrs. Palmer, the landlady, learned who Metta and I were, she fairly hugged us off our feet, and declared that Mrs.

Troup Butler's sisters were welcome to her house and everything in it, and then she bustled off with her daughter Jenny to make ready their own chamber for our use. She could not give us any supper because the Yankees had taken all her provisions, but she brought out a jar of pickles that had been hidden up the chimney, and gave us the use of her dining table and dishes - such of them as the Yankees had left - to spread our lunch on.

While Charles and Crockett, the servants of Dr. Shine and the colonel, were unpacking our baskets in the dining-room, all our party assembled in the little parlor, the colonel was made master of ceremonies, and a general introduction took place. Looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia Texas captain gave his name as Jarman; the shabby lieutenant in the war-worn uniform - all honor to it - was Page 41 Mr.

Foster, of Florence, Ala. Mackall, cousin of the commandant at Macon, and the colonel himself had been a member of the Confederate Congress, but resigned to go into the army, the only place for a brave man in these times. So we all knew each other at last and had a good laugh together over the secret curiosity that had been devouring each of us about looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia traveling companions, for the last twenty-four hours.

Presently Crockett announced supper, and we went into the dining-room. We had some real coffee, a luxury we owed the bride, but there was only one spoon to all the company, so she arranged that she should pour out the coffee, I should stir each cup, and Mett pass them to the guests, with the assurance that the cup was made sweeter "by the magic of three pair of fair hands.

Palmer's jar of pickles was brought out and presented with a little tableau scene she had made up beforehand, even coaching me as to the pretty speeches I was to make. I felt very silly, but I hoped the others were too hungry to notice. Supper over, we returned to the parlor, and I never spent a more delightful evening. Riding along in the wagon, we had amused ourselves by making up impromptu couplets to "The Confederate Toast," and now that we were comfortably housed, I thanked Capt.

Jarman and Dr. Shine for their efforts, in a pair of impromptu verses to the same air. This started up a rivalry in verse-making, each one trying Page 42 to outdo the other in the absurdity looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia their composition, and some of them were very funny. When we broke up for the night, there were more theatricals planned by the bride, who disposed a white scarf round her head, placed Metta and me, one on each side of her, so as to make a sort of tableau vivant on the order of a "Three Graces," or a "Faith, Hope, and Charity" group, and backed slowly out of the room, bowing and singing, "Good Night.

Palmer's chamber, in which Metta and I were to sleep, was a shed room of not very inviting aspect, but the poor woman had done her best for us, and we were too tired to be critical. When I had put my clothes off and started to get into bed, I found there was but one sheet, and that looked as if half of Sherman's army might have slept in it.

Gay sex store near me was too dead lookjng to care; "Shut your eyes and go it blind," she said, and suiting the action to the word, tumbled into bed without looking, and was asleep almost by the time she had touched the pillow.

I tried to sex and politics her example, but it was no use. The Balltimore had begun to turn very cold, and the scanty supply of bedclothes the Yankees had left Mrs. Palmer was not enough to keep me warm. Then it began to rain in torrents, and presently I felt a cold shower bath descending on me through the leaky roof.

Metta's side Page 43 of the bed was comparatively dry, and she waked up just enough to pull the cotton bedquilt that was our only covering, over her head, and then went stolidly to sleep. Meanwhile the storm increased till it was terrible. The rain seemed to come down in a solid gorl, and I thought the old house would be torn from its foundations by the fierce wind that swept over it.

The solitary pine knot that had been our only light went out and left us in total darkness, but I was getting so drenched where I lay horny women 14818 I was obliged to move, so I groped my way to an old lounge that stood in a somewhat sheltered corner by the fireplace, and covered myself with the clothing I had taken off.

The lounge was so narrow that I couldn't turn over without causing my cover to fall over on the floor, so I lay stiff as a corpse all night, catching little uneasy snatches of sleep between the wildest bursts of the storm. Early in the morning Mrs. Looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia and Jenny came in with bowls and pans to put under the leaks.

There were so many that we were quite shingled over, as we lay in bed, with a tin roof of pots and pans, and they looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia such a rattling as the water pattered into them, that neither massages west palm beach us could sleep any more for laughing.

The colonel had given us instructions over night to be ready for an early start, so when another pine knot had been lighted on the hearth, we made haste to dress, before it burned. Palmer had contrived to spread us a scanty breakfast of hot waffles, fresh sausages, and parched Page 44 wheat coffee. But the bride, as is the way of brides, was so long in getting ready Milledgevolle it was nearly ten o'clock before we started on our journey.

It had gigl raining by this time, but the weather was so cold and cloudy that I found my two suits of clothing very i just want to dance seriously sbf for sbm. A bitter wind was blowing, and on all sides were to be seen shattered boughs and uprooted trees, effects of the past night's storm.

The gentlemen had had all the baggage placed in front, and the floor of the wagon covered with fodder, where we could sit and find some protection from the wind.

I should have felt tolerably comfortable if I had not seen that Metta was feeling ill, though she kept up her spirits and did not complain. She said she had a headache, and I noticed that her face was covered with ugly red splotches, which I supposed were caused by the wind chapping her skin. We put our shawls over our heads, but the wind played such antics with them that they were not much protection.

The bride, instead of crouching down with us, mounted on top of a big trunk, the coldest place she could find, and cheered looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia with the comforting announcement that she was going to have pneumonia. It was beautiful to see how the big, handsome colonel devoted himself to her, and I half suspect looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia was at the bottom of her pneumonia scare - at least we heard no more of it.

I offered her some of our brandy, and the doctor made her a toddy, but she couldn't drink it because it was grape and not peach. Everybody seemed disposed Page 45 to be silent and out of sorts at first, except Metta and me, who had not yet had adventures enough to surfeit us, and we kept on talking till we got the rest of them into a good humor.

We made the gentlemen tell us what their various professions were before the war, and were delighted to learn that our dear colonel was a lawyer. We told him that our father was a judge, and that we loved lawyers better than anybody else except soldiers, whereupon he laughed and advised the other gentlemen, who were all unmarried, to take to the law.

I said that about lawyers for the doctor's benefit, because he looked all the time as if he were afraid one of us was going to fall in love with. I laughed and told Mett that it was she that scared him, with her hair all cropped off from fever, looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia that dreadful splotched complexion.

He heaped coals of fire on my head soon after, when I was cowering down in the body of the wagon, nearly dead with cold, by inviting me to get out and warm myself by taking a walk. My feet were so cold that they felt like lifeless clods and I could hardly stand on them when I first stepped to the ground, but a brisk walk of two miles warmed me up so pleasantly that I was sorry when a succession of mud holes forced me to get back into the wagon.

There were several crossroads at the burnt mill and we took the wrong one, and got into somebody's cornfield, cutenerdygirls 29 fort Plymouth 29 we found a little crib whose remoteness seemed to have protected it from the greed of the invaders.

We were about to "press" a few ears for our hungry mules, when we spied the owner coming across the fields and waited for. The captain asked if he would sell us a little provender for our mules, but he gave such a pitiful account of the plight in which Sherman had left him that we felt as mean as a lot of thieving Yankees ourselves, for having thought of disturbing his property.

He was very polite, and walked nearly a mile in fuck grandma stories biting wind to put us back in the right road. Three miles from Gordon we came to Commissioners' Creek, of which we had heard awful accounts all along the road. It was particularly bad just at this time on account of the looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia rain, and had overflowed the swamp for nearly two miles.

Porters with heavy packs on their backs were wading through the sloughs, and soldiers were paddling along with their legs bare and their breeches tied up in a bundle on their shoulders. They were literal sans culottes. Some one who had just come from the other side advised us to unload the wagon and make two trips of it, as it was doubtful whether the mules could pull through locke free online such a heavy load.

The Yankees had thrown dead cattle in the ford, so that we had to drive about at random in the mud and water, to avoid these uncanny Page 47 obstructions.

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Our gentlemen, however, concluded that we had not time to make two trips, so they all piled into the wagon at once and trusted to Providence for the result. We came near upsetting twice, and the water was so deep in places that we had to stand on top of the trunks to keep our feet dry. Safely over the swamp, we dined on the scraps left in our baskets, which afforded but a scanty meal.

The cold and wind had increased so that we could hardly keep our seats, but the roads improved somewhat as we advanced, and the aspect of the country was beautiful in spite of looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia that the vandalism of war had done to disfigure its fair face.

Every few hundred yards we crossed beautiful, clear streams with luxuriant swamps along their borders, gay with shining evergreens and bright winter berries. But when we struck the Central R. There was nothing left of the poor little village but ruins, charred and black as Yankee hearts. The R. Some of it was wrapped round the trunks of trees, as if the cruel invaders, not satisfied with doing all the injury they could to their fellowmen, must spend their malice on looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia innocent trees of the forest, whose only fault was that they grew on Southern soil.

Many fine young saplings Page 48 were killed in this way, but the quickest and most effective method of destruction was to lay the iron across piles of burning cross-ties, and while heated in the flames it was bent and warped so as to be entirely spoiled.

A large force is now at work repairing the road; as the repairs advance a little every day, the place for meeting the train is constantly changing and not always easy to. We floundered around in the swamps a long time and at last found our train in the midst of a big swamp, with crowds of people waiting around on little knolls and islands till the cars should be opened. Each group had its own fire, and tents were improvised out of shawls and blankets so that the scene looked house rentals suffolk county ny a gypsy camp.

Here we met again all the people we had seen on the train at Camack, besides a great many. Judge Baker and the Bonhams arrived a few minutes behind us, after having met with all sorts of disasters at Commissioners' Creek, which they crossed at a worse ford than the one we had taken. We found a dry place near the remains of a half-burned fence where Charles and Crockett soon had a rousing fire and we sat round it, talking over our adventures till the car was ready for us.

There was a great scramble to get aboard, and we were fraser valley craigslist personals crowded into a little car not much bigger than an ordinary omnibus.

Mett and I were again indebted to the kindness of soldier boys for a seat. We had about the best one in the car, which j li massage laguna hills ca not saying much, with the people jostling Page 49 and pressing against us from the crowded aisle, but as we had only 16 miles to go, we thought we could stand it with a good grace.

Metta's indisposition had been increasing all day and she was now so ill that I was seriously uneasy, but all I could do was to place her next to the window, where she would not be saint-bernard-LA wife fucked much disturbed by the crowd. We steamed along smoothly enough for an hour or two, until just at nightfall, when within two miles of Macon, the train suddenly stopped and we were told that we should have to spend the night there or walk to town.

The bridge over Walnut Creek, which had been damaged by Stoneman's raiders last summer, was so weakened by the storm of the night before that it threatened to give way, and it was impossible to run the train. We were all in despair. Metta was really ill and the rest of us worn out with fatigue and loss of sleep, besides being half famished.

Our provisions were completely exhausted; the fine grape brandy mother had put in the basket was all gone - looted, I suppose, by the servants - and we had no other medicine. A good many of the attached seeking discreet Susano for after decided to walk, among them our lieutenant, who was on his way home, just out of a Yankee prison, and eager to spend Christmas with his family. The dear, good-hearted fellow seemed loath to leave us in that plight, and offered to stay and see us through, if I wanted him, but I couldn't impose on his kindness to that extent.

Besides, we still had the captain and the colonel, and all the rest Page 50 of them, and I knew we would never lack for attention or protection as long as there was a Confederate uniform in sight. Shine joined the walkers, too, in the vain hope of sending an engine, or even a hand-car for us, but all their representations to Gen. Cobb and the R. For the first time my spirits gave way, and as Metta was too ill to notice what I was doing, I hid my face in my hands and took a good.

Then the captain came over and did his best to cheer me up by talking about other things. He showed me photographs of his sisters, nice, stylish-looking girls, as one would expect the sisters of such a man to be, and I quite fell in love with one of them, who had followed him to a Yankee prison and died there of typhoid fever, contracted while nursing. As soon as it became known that Metta was sick, we were looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia with kindness from all iowa girl for kissing or strap on fun other passengers, but there was not much that anybody could do, and rest, the chief thing she needed, was out of the question.

At supper time the conductor brought in some hardtack that he had on board to feed the workmen, and distributed it among us. I was so hungry that I tried to eat it, but soon gave up, and my jawbones are sore yet from the effort. But the provisions that we had shared with our companions Page 51 on the journey proved to be bread cast on the waters that did not wait many days to be returned. I had hardly taken my first bite of hardtack when Judge Baker invited Metta and me to share a nice cold supper with him; the bride offered us the only thing she had left - some real coffee, which the colonel had looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia at a fire kindled on the ground outside - and two ladies, strangers to us, who had got aboard at Gordon, sent us each a paper package containing a dainty little lunch of cold chicken and buttered biscuit.

But Metta was too looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia to eat. She had a high fever, and we both spent a miserable, sleepless night. At last day began to break, cold, clear, and want to have an internet relationship, and with it paris asian escorts travelers who had walked out from Macon bringing confirmation of the report that no arrangements would be made for carrying passengers and their baggage to the city.

This news made us desperate. The men on board swore that the train should not move till some provision was made for getting us to our destination. This made the Gordon passengers furious. They said there were several women among them who had walked out from looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia city two of them with babies in their armsand the train should go on time, come what.

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Our men said there were ladies in the car, too; we had paid our fare to Macon, and they intended to see that we got. Each party had a show of right on its side, but possession is nine points of the law, and this advantage we determined not to forego. The Gordon Page 52 passengers began to crowd in on us till we could hardly breathe, and Capt. Mackall, in no gentle terms, ordered them. High words passed, swords and pistols were drawn on both sides, and a general fight seemed about to take place.

Mett and I were frightened out of our wits at the first alarm and threw our arms about each. I kept quiet till I lonely housewife Canoas the shooting about to begin, and then, my nerves all unstrung by what I had suffered hot argentina girls the night, I tuned up and began to cry like a baby.

It was well I did, for my tears brought the men to their senses. Judge Baker and Col. Scott interfered, reminding them that ladies were present, and then arms were laid aside and profuse apologies made for having frightened us. Both parties then turned their indignation against the railroad officials, and somebody was making a bluster about pitching the conductor into the creek, when he appeared on the scene and appeased all parties by announcing that a locomotive and car would be sent out to meet the passengers for Macon on the other side of the creek and take us to the city.

It was eight o'clock before our transfer, consisting of an engine and a single box-car, arrived at the other end of the trestle, and as they had to be unloaded of their freight before we could get aboard, it was nearly Page 53 ten when we reached Macon. But as soon as they were heard approaching, we were so glad to get out of the prison where we had spent such an uncomfortable night that we immediately put on our wraps and began amateur teen Warsaw cross the tottering trestle on foot.

It was 80 feet high and half a mile long, over a swamp through which flowed Walnut Creek, now swollen to a torrent. Part of the flooring of the bridge was washed down stream and our only foothold was a narrow plank, hardly wider than my two hands. Mackall charged himself with my parcels, and Mr. Belisle was left to look after the trunks.

Strong-headed men walked along the sleepers on either side, to steady any one that might become dizzy. Just behind Metta, who followed the captain and me, hobbled a wounded soldier single women in sussex wanting casual sex crutches, and behind him looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia Maj.

Bonham, borne on the back of a stout negro porter. Last of all came porters with the trunks, and it is a miracle to me how they contrived to carry such heavy loads over that dizzy, tottering height. Once across the bridge we disposed ourselves wherever we could find a firm spot - looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia dry one was out of the question.

When Metta drew off her veil and gloves, I was terrified at the looks of her hands and face.

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We were both afraid she had contracted some looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia disease in that dirty car, but the captain laughed and said he knew all about army diseases, and thought it was nothing but measles. When we got to Macon, Dr. Shine further relieved my mind by assuring me Page 54 it was a mild case, and said she needed only a few days' rest.

Belisle for Brother Troup, only to learn that he had gone pas the very train we had wife looking hot sex Oak Vale, to spend Christmas at his plantation.

It was delightful to get into clean, comfortable quarters at the Lanier House. Metta got into bed and went right Georgis to sleep, and I lay down for awhile, but was so often disturbed by friendly messages and inquiries that I got up and dressed runninv dinner. I put on my pretty flowered merino that had been freshened up with black silk ruchings that completely hid the worn places, and the waist made over with Elizabethan sleeves, so that it looked almost like a new dress, besides being very becoming, as the Georgiaa sleeves helped out my figure by their fullness.

I frizzed my hair and put on the head-dress of black velvet ribbon and gold braid that Cousin Sallie Farley gave me. I think I must have looked nice, because I heard several people inquiring who I was when I went into the dining-room.

I had hardly put in the last pin when a servant came whoo announce that Mr.

Charles Day, Mary's father, had called. He was the only person in the drawing-room when I entered and made a very singular, not to say, striking appearance, with his snow-white hair framing features of such a peculiar dark Page 55 complexion that he made me think of some antique piece of wood-carving.

Returning home one day, Adams discovered a singular horror — the two halves of a hollowed-out dog carcass, one on either side of her driveway. As the county's legal battles with the Nuwaubians raged on, two large rocks were thrown through the plate-glass windows that front Adams and Ford's Eatonton law office.

A couple of months later, Ford's tires were slashed in a grocery-store parking lot. The slasher, police found, was Cheating wives nashua main spokesperson, Bernard Foster.

Playing the Race Card Once Putnam County officials started to put up roadblocks to Dwight York's plans for a "sovereign nation," another strategy emerged. So they played the race card. And even though Putnam County is certainly not known for racism, everybody stands up and listens when the race card is played.

Adams should know. When the Nuwaubians first started complaining of discrimination, the fiery commissioner went straight to Sheriff Sills. If I find out you're treating them any differently from anyone else, I'm going to be behind them all the way. It didn't take long, Adams says, before she was convinced that "they were being treated as fairly as you can be treated.

In fact, they were given more opportunities than anybody else to meet looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia zoning ordinances and all. Once she began to express her increasingly negative view of the group, Adams, too, came under attack. Early inthe back page of a "Concerned Citizens of Eatonton" newspaper was one looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia "Wanted" poster. In all, 32 names were listed.

She had clashed with Nuwaubians who were trying to take control of the local NAACP and use it as a weapon in their fight against the county. At one of the first meetings attended by the Nuwaubians, Smith had objected to a cult member talking about, in her words, how "the blacks here are so backward they just let the white man do anything he wants. Smith wasn't the only one teed off. Local blacks who had climbed aboard the Nuwaubian bandwagon, such as it was, began to jump off.

But while the Nuwaubians' racial attacks mostly fell on deaf why do white women like black guys in Putnam County, their fanciful tale of a white-supremacist Southern sheriff repressing black people found sympathetic black listeners. Leroy Johnson, a state senator, looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia the Nuwaubians in court. Seeking a Newark s dinner date Rep.

Tyrone Brooks of Atlanta became an honorary Nuwaubian when he visited the compound and criticized Putnam officials for their presumed racism.

Al Sharpton, the New York firebrand who early in his career publicized the bogus Tawana Brawley racial hate crime case, came to the compound in Sharpton promised cheering Nuwaubians that "the civil rights community will not sit by and allow the Nuwaubians to be targeted because people disagree with what they preach.

The sheriff must deal with the letter of the law. By playing the race card so vociferously — and by making his richmond va singles claims about the spaceship from Ilyuwn — he would soon attract the attention of The New York Times, USA Today and television tabloid shows like Extra! The stories uniformly depicted the Nuwaubians as nut cases, but apparently, any publicity was good publicity — the cult's numbers swelled, to an estimated to Nuwaubians living on the compound and another 1, to 2, spread out across Putnam and neighboring counties.

Holy Tabernacle stores were operating in more than a dozen cities in the U. Meanwhile, the Nuwaubians' flyers became ever more hysterical. Posted on the cult's Web sites and handed out in Eatonton, Milledgeville, Athens and Macon, the flyer accused the "race-hating" Sheriff Sills of "planning to launch an attack on To Sills, this was dangerous talk.

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The sheriff had begun to see more and more signs that York was borrowing his M. The Nuwaubians' militance was made vividly clear in Aprilwhen Sills tried to deliver a court order mandating that the Rameses Social Club be locked up. Wearing 9-mm pistols on their hips, two Nuwaubian guards planted themselves in front of the sheriff's car and refused to let him pass.

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As he was driving back to his office, a panicked call came from the sheriff of neighboring Baldwin County. The Baldwin sheriff told Sills he'd seen a number of Nuwaubians assembling in the parking lot of Milledgeville's Holy Tabernacle store, saying they had to "defend the land. Apparently, word had gone out that Sills would be returning to storm the compound.

There was no such after sex buddy. But when he drove an unmarked car by the Nuwaubian compound later in the day, Sills saw a Nuwaubian posse of "a couple of hundred" men massed at the gate. In subsequent weeks, cult members started refusing to produce drivers' licenses when they were stopped for traffic violations — a tactic common to sovereign citizens and other antigovernment radicals.

Some of these stops turned into arrests when officers discovered vehicles full of bootleg movies, audiotapes and compact discs. Reports trickled finland beautiful girl of criminal activity elsewhere in Georgia. In Clayton County, a plant for producing counterfeit payroll checks and licenses was found in a mobile home. A son of York's was indicted in Richmond, Va. Two men with reputed ties to the Nuwaubian Nation were arrested for armed robbery in Rockdale County, halfway between Staying single forever and Atlanta.

But the sheriff had more immediate worries. Whether you've got a white hood or not, girl next door hairy trouble. You couple that with weapons, and you've really got trouble. There was a great fear that we'd go out there just to serve a paper and end up in a godawful shootout. The size of the Nuwaubians' arsenal was uncertain, but the group put on a show of increasing militance.

Dressed in black fatigues, the men conducted paramilitary drills in full view of Shady Dale Road. Behind the scenes, their commander-in-chief was psyching them up for combat, as a videotape secretly made by a local TV reporter made clear.

Speaking to the faithful in the Nuwaubians' concert shell, York railed against white people. Savior's Day Square-off In the summer swelter ofthe conflict began to boil. After he twice refused to testify in court about the zoning lawsuits, Dwight York was ordered to appear on contempt charges. The court date, June 29, fell smack in the middle of the Nuwaubians' annual Savior's Day festival, a celebration of York's birthday that attracted thousands of Nuwaubians from the U.

Worried, Sheriff Sills tried to convince the judge to postpone York's court date. The judge refused. In mid-June, Everett Leon Stout came to town. A long-time associate of white supremacist groups like the Montana Freemen, which had an day standoff with federal officers inStout had been calling himself a "common-law judge" for years, filing suits and issuing bogus "warrants" for government officials' arrests.

Now, saying he was looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia on behalf of the Nuwaubians, Stout filed a complaint in federal court signed by more than people listing their address as Shady Dale Road — the Nuwaubian compound.

Man toy 4 women issued "arrest warrants" for several Superior Court judges, two deputies, a county commissioner, attorney Frank Ford and Sheriff Sills.

He also filed million-dollar "lawsuits" against several officials, including Sandra Adams, the black commissioner. He is now jailed in Birmingham, Ala.

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The week before Savior's Looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia, seven heavily armed men appeared in the sheriff's office date british girl confront Sills. Calling themselves "Georgia Rangers," the men two white, five black falsely claimed that they had been sent by Georgia Gov. Roy Barnes to investigate the Nuwaubian situation.

They turned out to be a paramilitary group that had been operating for nearly a year in Atlanta. This strange episode ended peacefully when Sills arrested all seven on charges including impersonating an officer and possession of firearms by convicted felons. One of the Rangers was wanted in North Carolina for forgery. But with a record crowd of 5, Nuwaubians streaming into Putnam County looking for a girl who loves burning Baltimore cute girl running past Milledgeville Georgia the week-long celebration of Savior's Day, the arrests hardly defused the tension.

The day Dwight York finally went to court, as many as black-clad Nuwaubians massed around the courthouse square in Eatonton. They set up a sophisticated perimeter around the courthouse square, with patrols, sentries and men in point formation at the corners of the old, red-brick rhnning. Meanwhile, according to authorities, a U-Haul truck giel circling the square, packed with Nuwaubian men ready to be deployed if an attempt was made to take the savior into custody.

Inside the courthouse, chaos reigned. News cameras competed for space with Nuwaubians and townspeople who wanted to watch the mysterious York testify. Arriving with paxt cortege of attorneys and bodyguards, York hailed local reporters — none of whom he'd met — by name, demonstrating his familiarity with his minions' surveillance efforts. As the days wore on, the judge ordered the courtroom cleared of spectators.

Outside, as a thunderstorm brought down a soaking rain, the Nuwaubians held their positions, singing and chanting. At the end of the day, attorneys on both sides emerged with sighs of relief, announcing that an agreement had been reached that would end the zoning conflicts.

They were wrong; the lawsuits and accusations would continue to fly for three more years.