Judge Hutchison's parents, and Mrs. Perry N.
Hutchison, West Bay, who came to St. Andrew 60 years ago, were among the
most interested visitors. "I came to St. Andrew from DeFuniak Springs 60 years ago," Mr. Hutchison
recalled. "We first lived in a tent where this house now stands until
we could get a home. There were so many deer I guess I've killed more a
than thousand, nine in one night. Many a wild turkey and deer have I
killed where Wainwright Shipyard now stands. I used to ship the meat
to Pensacola to the butchers who paid me 10 cents a pound."
Mr. Hutchison
also operated fishery, and was director of a band he organized.
"Many
people came here as result of a boom promoted by Cincinnati company"his sou, the Judge, explained. "They circulated pamphlets all over the
country declaring that bananas and oranges grew wild and that this was
a land of plenty. Sold lots, 25 by 125 feet, used to say from, the bell
buoy of the Gulf to Bear Creek, 20 miles up," the Judge smiled, "There
was no Panama City then, just a settlement of two three houses where
Panama City now stands. It was called Harrison then and before that Park Resort, and before that Florapolis."
THE .OATTfUKTAJ lX4 T.1?rrivr ?! This1 newly fitted up, elegaht
tonsb-rial establishment, under tlio person-1 almanagemonrof the famous
Dossie' Roberts whose reputatioii is cbnfihv ed by- no pent up Utica" is
how in a more flourishing condition than-ever before; and, well it
deserves : to be. Dossle; has christened his seductive shaving saloon'
most1 appropriately. ' The very name should draw crowds of white folks. '
When every other negro suffragist in; this town couldn't stand the
black pressure aiid went bag and baggage oy er to the Radical party,
Dossie stood firm ' on Democratic principles, through it all. .
Ho
now has with him a new barber from Virginia, - who . is a proficient in
the business. 'He used to shave ' Gonerals Lee, Jackson, Stewart and
other distinguished rebel officers during the war..
THE
ONLY TST7B "Caucasian Barber-Shop P Tho Pkco for White Men to Patronise
1 I HAVE estBhliBhod a BARBER-SIldP vovc?r Mr, VR. II. ifellSij'i
Store, adjoining tlie Robins occupied 'as a'Dagiierriaii 5ullory.k I
voted the Dcmbefctie Tieket, and. have been out-lawed for it by my race
in this corn-atiunity while Domic Roberts, who has hum-ibnggedlho people
fof tlircs years, dodged oh Ejection day, stayei from the polls, ana
now tries to eiirry'favor with both political parties I look to my white
friends for patrpnage', and hope they will give in encouragemcht iu ny
hew entetpme. .
s ,;
TERMS': Suaying, . .lfi ccn ts -Cutting Hair, i , y .'.35 c
Sbiimpooing,,,..-. .4,ao m.m, ShayiugbythoHontli.lj'SO "
BlacfmgliootB.,;.... 5 Deo.-tf avilLiam han;.
(We
publish tho following M-ithout Comment; taking the liberty of So
correcting it as to make it intelligi ble.) -Ttjskaxoosa, Nov. 19, 1870.
Mr. Randolph; In the Momitob of the 15th mst. is a paragraph whioh is
calculated to reflect npon my loy alty to the Demcormjy.
It
is true I did not vote in the election of the &th iust.; mt rt
was not bsee I did not wish to votei Jess sa. I fcrft my bsrber-ehop
twice eu that day, and proceeded to fee Oourthosse to veto. but the
Jollfl were eo rowdod tlt I coukl hoc get near ecugh to cast my vote.
Jess .so. I am, what I have always been, a good Democrat awl a friend of
those whito felks whose pafe rouage hs aiipported me in this town
during the three years, or more,.iu I wnicn a nave resided hci.
rfess
so Nothing would insult my dignity & a colored gentleman more
than for H to be insinuated that I am a Radical and therefore ive better
than 'white carpet-baggers, scalawags aHd cotton-patch niggers. Jess
so. ThoHgh the circumstanceB mentioned above prevented me from giving
Mr. Lindsay & Go. a M lift w en clectieu-day, my extensive
iuttuence was exerted in their behalf, for my aBsistaiit-liar-ber voted
the Democratic ticket clean through.
Jess
so. As long as the Monitob holds out against the Radicals, so long will
I, Desaie Roberta, Proprietor of the " Caucasian barbershop," hold out.
Je3 so, Sir. 1 woaldn't sejl my birth-rieht for no mule and forty acros
of ground, so long promised by the Rads" no, not ciiougn x nau tne mine
so dead sure as to be mounted on his back, or the laud so certain, as
to have my shop ouucou ic. joss so.
JL'll
stick to de ceut whito-folks till Gabriel toots his trumpet. Jess so.
Sir. Please nnb lish this, or if not, place mo right btf- tore tile
respectable public. Jess so, Very respectfully, Dossie Roberts..
Saturday, October 5, 2024
1880 politics
TUSKALOOSA,
AUG.. 21, 1870- IXAOTka Radicals . now Bay that the big' war settled
nothings : State linos are not objitered j -aud 4t ia" still a disputed
question that this is really a Nation. The-next Presidential election is
to be fought on the old issue of State Rights ; i.e. "Whether the
People and the States are the origin of power or, whether the General
Government is a source of in hcrent authority.
The
Democratic party for a hundred years have been battling for the doctrine
that the Geueral Government has no powers, except such as are. granted
to it by the States and tho people. This precludes intervention by the
Federal authority in elections for members of Congress, whether by
Military Force, by so-called Marshals, ,or that worse and more wicked
invention, Supervisors, or Inspectors. All such interferences -is
uuwiso, illegitimate and unauthorized by the Constitution, and the very
nature of a Republican Government which: is cuaranteed to each and
every State.
Military
intervention is odious and destructive o b,-erty $ Judicial
intervention is corrupting and subversive of Justice, and is a steuoh in
the nostrils of every freeman. It says " you may vote,but I will
count and decide the result to suit myself." Against this centralized
despotism, fellow-democrats let us buckle on our political armor afresh,
and meet them at a Bull Run, a Petersburg or a Wilderness. It was in
defense of the right of self-government that wo all suffered, and our
bravo men fought and died. Battle-scarred our banner may bo, but every
wound bas a history. Truth like the buge rock in mid-ocean, "receives
tho shock of the tempest, and laughs at the impoten-cy of the billows of
falsehood and error which recoils before it.
It
'demands another and a more complete victory, that its enemies may fear
and -tremble at the indigaaut voice of the- people, who are the true
aud only Sovereigns. Whether our banner be carried by Hendricks or tt..
..!- v... ri-i , t.,.....i rn !- ... ..ii ......,-! 4.1.1 ii.
jjuuu, tut ua -imj itivuuu me urai old Constitution,, with united hearts ' aud battle for freedom and for right..
The
principle feature of the programme of this meeting was the reading of
an old poem by Mr Snow. "Fougere's Ball"' is its title. A relic of the
past, which appeared in the Chronicle, of Feb. 22, 1828, a newspaper
published in Tuscaloosa at that time. The ball alluded to, we learn,
came off at Medlock's Hall, near the old Capitol, which was burned in
1834.
It appeared
over the pseudonym of "Inez,"' whose identity has not as yet been
determined. Its author was evidently a person of culture and refinement;
familiar with the characteristics of the best Society of the town, and
possessed of the happy gift of expression in verse. Its historical
interest consists in the names given, male and female, of many of the
prominent citizens of the town at that early period of our history.
Among those mentioned, familiar to some now living are: Perkins, Field,
Gayle, Dearing, Battle, Minor, Cummins, Comegys, Samuel, Fontaine,
Gould, Marr, Barton, Crabb, Saltonstall, Tindall, Hazard, Sims, Penn,
Smith, Donaldaon, Hotter, Moody, Snow, Scott, Foster, Jack, Hullum,
Ball, Beasly, Baldwin, Crawford, Ewing, Antony. The trochaic measure
predominates in the interesting old relic with the single variation to
anapaest, quoted below.
The
following are the opening lines the first being the refrain. "Wend you
with the world tonight? Brown and fair, and wise and wittyEyes that
float in seas of lightLaughing mouths and dimples pretty. Belles and
matrons- -maids and all, Tonight will be at Fougere's Ball." "There the
mist of the future--the gloom of the past Will meet in the light of the
warm glance of pleasure And the only regret is, that moving too fast
Morning will come in the midst of measure.' |.
Thursday, October 3, 2024
VIEW FROM TOP OF THE OLD WATER TOWER (demolished; once stood near the crest of River Hill at the north end of 27th Avenue)
A BEAUTIFUL VIEW
A
few evenings ago the GAZETTE scribe worked up energy enough to climb to
the top of the water tower and view the city from that dizzy height.
The view, from that point, of the city and surrounding country, is
lovely in the extreme and beggars description, and the scribe finds
words inadequate to express the beauty of the scene that met his gaze on
reaching the top of the tower. Just below is the lovely city of
Tuskaloosa, with her thousands of beautiful water oak trees that tower
their green head above most of the buildings in the city, with here and
there a church spire shooting up as it were out of the very midst of
them, and the whole resembling very much some vast park with its trees
arranged in rows. Across the river the village of Northport comes in for
her share of the picture, and one looks down into the bed of the Black
Warrior river that runs peacefully between the two towns on its way to
the Gulf, where some ruggy shoals interrupt its course. On all sides
country seems to gradually rise into hills, forming a basin in the
center of which the city is located.
The writer, after feasting his eyes upon the scene for some time, turned
to start down the ladder again with a feeling which he imagines akin to
that of the poet who penned the lines:
"Break! break! break! O, ye
crags of the restless sea, I would that I could utter the thoughts that
arise in me."
A minister extraordinary taking passage & bound on a foreign mission to the court of his satanic majesty!
Summary
The second of two prints surrounding the scandalous
trial of Methodist minister Ephraim K. Avery for the brutal murder of
factory girl Sarah Maria Cornell. (See "A Very Bad Man," no. 1833-13).
Contrary to Weitenkampf's suggestion that the print relates to Andrew
Jackson, it is actually visionary portrayal of Avery transported to
damnation by demons.Avery has departed the scene of his crime (left)
where his victim, now expired, still hangs strangled from a post. Her
shoes, kerchief, and a note reading "If I am missing enquire of the
Revd. Mr..." lay nearby. As monsters fly overhead, Avery is rowed toward
a shore at right where an inferno blazes and a man is boiled in a
cauldron. Avery appears again in the upper right, being forcibly led
toward a precipice.
