Wednesday, July 10, 1878

      In Memoriam---John N. Means, son of William and C.A. Means, died
at his residence June 16th, aged 37 years, 11 months and 9 days.
      Ever since the war he was a constant sufferer, but no impatience ever
possessed him. It was no part of his character to complain. With all his
weakness of body, he was active in laboring for the public good. Along
with his father, he served as elder in the Clover Hill Church. He was deeply
interested in schools, both for the public and for the church. For several
years he was a member of the Board of Trustees of Maryville College, and
he never failed to attend any of its meetings when his health would allow
him. No man of the same acquaintance had more warm friends and
admirers. He was a noble example of a true Christian and a loyal citizen.
He has left behind a wife and children whom we all love, and for whom we
have the deepest sympathy in this time of their sore bereavement.    
G.S.W.C.
      The following lines have been composed by a lady, a neighbor of the
late Mr. Means, which the friends of the deceased request to be published:

Quietly we laid thee down to sleep
In thy cold and narrow bed,
Where zephyrs their lone vigils keep
O'er the place where sleeps the dead.

We only placed the body there---
Thy spirit soared away
To worlds beyond, more bright and fair,
Where reigns eternal day.

But oh! Twas hard to give thee up
To death's cold, chilling hand;
But the pitying angel led thee up
To greet the sacrificed Lamb.

Husband and father, brother and son.
We give thee up to thy Father, God,
To wear the crown thou here hast won
As we lay the body to rest 'neath the sod.

Thou sufferer's long while with us here
With meek and Christian grace,
Until the Savior called thee there
To that sweet resting place.

The aged parents mourned the son,
Yet gave thee up to death's cold hand.
Their first born pride and hope
To join the blessed angel band.

When round the family board we meet,
As thou so oft hast done, 
We'll view with pain the vacant seat
Of thine, dear blessed one.

But oh! We would not call thee back,
Although we miss theee here,
We'll follow on in death's cold track
And try to meet thee there.

Thy loved companion, children dear, 
Parents and sisters, will try
To live in this world of sorrow here
So as to meet thee beyond the sky.

Oh, may we put our trust in Him
Who was thine own true guide,
Who led thee through  the valley dim,
Safe to the other side.

And may we ever try to live
So when with life we're done,
We'll join the band, the crown receive,
And dwell with thee at home.
                                                                                                                    
                     S.

      Capt. F.D. Fulkerson informs us that the barn of Mr. Jesse Kerr, at
Morganton, Loudon County, was struck by lightning last Sunday. The
building took fire, and with the contents was destroyed. A steer and hog
were killed, and as his grain was stored in the barn, the loss was
considerable. Being away with his team, that was saved.

      A Sad Death---We learn that a sad accident occurred on Friday last in
the neighborhood of Friendsville. Alexander, a little son of Ruffin Phelps,
about 6 years old, in company with some other children, while playing
around attempted to climb a sapling. Catching a limb which proved to be
dead, it broke, and he fell on a small stump or snag, which entered his body
and let out his bowels. The poor boy lingered in great agony until Saturday
night, when he died.

      Harrison Badgett, arrested on suspicion of wife murder, has been
released. The Coroner's Jury were of the opinion that his wife committed
suicide, as no evidence of violence was found on her body, and the verdict
was that she came to her death bt drowning.

Wednesday, July 17, 1878

      Obituary Notice---Died in Maryville, Tenn., July 11th, 1878, at the
residence of Mr. And Mrs. William M. Hood, Samuel, only son of Jennie
Kidd, aged 15 years, 7 months and 18 days.
      The deceased had been sick but a few days previous to his death, and
died very suddenly. His friends were not looking for the cold hand of death
to fall upon him when it did; yet, the ways of God are mysterious, and in
the midst of life we are in death. Just in the bloom of youth, just in the
morning of life, he was called to meet his Creator. About 14 months ago he
professed faith in Christ, was Baptized and became a member of the
Second Presbyterian Church, and since then has been an exemplary
Christian. It seemed as if though his daily inclinations were to live for God.
He was a living example for those who knew him to live by. And while the
widowed mother is left to mourn the loss of her only son, may she submit
to the ways of the Lord and say as others have said, "Thy will be done, Oh
God." And I say to you as Elisha said to the widowed mother who had lost
her only son, "Thy son liveth again."

Weep not dear mother for thy only son,
His joys now have just begun;
Weep not then for thy loving one,
For he his mortal race has run.

He has been thy joy in sorrow;
Thou hast longed for him to come,
But he'll return no more tomorrow,
He has anchored safe at home.

Thou hadst fixed thy hopes upon him,
When thy after years should come,
But the Lord saw fit to call him---
Call the weary sufferer home.

Weep not then dear mother for him,
He can never come to thee,
But in purity thou shalt see him,
Join the everlasting day.

Then weep not for thy only son, 
His sorrows, sufferings all are done.
Prepare to meet him in that land
Where you'll receive a welcome hand.

                                                                                                                    
                          R.E. McT.

      Mr. John H. Headrick was waylaid last week, and received a flesh
wound in the shoulder from a shot-gun. This occurred on Ellejoy Creek,
and several of the Norton's, who were suspected of the shooting were
arrested and brought before Justice Garner last Monday, and two of them
were bound over in the sum of $1,000. An old feud is said to have existed
between them.

     An accident happened to Henry Scruggs while working at a well with
Ben Owens, on the place of N.B. Ellis, two miles west of this place. After
blasting, and before the smoke had cleared away, Scruggs went into the
well. He found himself suffocating, and signaled to be pulled up, and just as
he was pulled out, fell over insensible. He remained as dead for some time,
but is now around again.

      A Foul Murder---Last Friday, about a mile south of the old Best Mill,
now owned by A.M. Wells, and near the house of one Samuel Hall, a foul
murder occurred. From the Coroner, H.O. Wilson, and others, we get the
following:
      John Lakey, Samuel Hall and two young men had been drinking and
carousing, and were pretty well under the influence of strong drink,
especially Lakey. No feud or quarrel seems to have existed, but a little
before, Lakey and Hall were loud in professions of friendship. Lakey was
sick, and while throwing up, Hall was holding up his head. When he got
through however, he pulled out a pistol, and shot Hall in the forehead,
firing two more shots into the air. This was at 7 P.M. Hall died at 3 o'clock
next morning.
      The two young men present at the time, who witnessed the deed,
attempted to escape. Lakey overtook them, and threatened to kill them
unless they agreed to swear as he told them. He also offered them $25
apiece as a reward, and said they must stay with him, that night. They
promised if he would throw away his pistol to do as required, and one went
with him but the other escaped and told the circumstances. Lakey had shot
twice in the air and wanted the boys to swear that Hall had shot at him
twice before he himself shot, and others hearing the three shots, but not
seeing who shot them, could not contradict the statement.
      Nothing but pure drunken deviltry seems to have induced the crime.
Lakey has been arrested and is now in jail. His trial comes off Saturday.

Wednesday, July 24, 1878

      The case of John Lakey, murderer of Samuel Hall, came up Saturday,
and Lakey waived examination, was sent to jail to await trial.

      We regret to chronicle the death of another young lady known to many
of our readers. Miss. Eugenia B. Roberson, in the 16th year of her age, fell
asleep last Thursday night, at Jasper, Marion County, at 11 o'clock P.M.
She had been in feeble health for some time, and was hardly expected to
dwell long upon Earth, but yet her friends were not prepared to receive the
sad intelligence so soon.
      The family had left Maryville only a few days before, and were on their
way to their old home in Sequatchie Valley. They stopped with relatives in
Jasper, and there Miss. Eugenia's death took from the parents their only
child. A host of friends in Maryville mourn her departure, and extend to the
bereaved parents their heartfelt sympathies.

      Died, of typhoid fever, on last Monday night, at her father's residence
near Carpenter's Campground, Blount County, Miss. Sarah U. Moore.
      With a strong faith in her Savior she quietly fell asleep. The deceased
was an earnest laborer in the Sabbath School and prayer meeting. She
leaves a large circle of friends to mourn her loss.

      Died near Miser's Station, Blount County, Tenn., July 8th, 1878,
Alexander Phanoyah, youngest son of R.A. and Calidona Phelps, aged 5
years, 9 months and 8 days.
      The subject of this notice is truly one of great sympathy. Fifty-six hours
before his death he was enjoying himself, climbing a small sapling, when
suddenly he was thrown to the ground by the breaking of a limb that he
was standing on, falling upon a sharp snag which entered his bowels on the
left side, after which he walked a distance of 150 or 200 yards, holding his
bowels that had protruded through the wound. Medical aid being procured,
his bowels were replaced and the wound dressed, and for a time he seemed
to do well. But, alas! The moment came when the almost heart-broken
parents had to bid their beloved child farewell for a little season, which has
almost taken the life of the mother.
      I would say to the bereaved parents, weep no longer for your dear
child, for he has gone home to Jesus, who can take better care of him than
earthly parents. I heard him utter his last words, which were, "My
Heavenly Father, come, oh, come!"

A rose may bud and bloom today,
With love and virgin beauty crowned;
But ere tomorrow's sun is set,
'Tis fairly crushed and broken down.

The present may be calm and clear,
No chilling frost, no cloud be near,
But ere another day shall come
A raging storm may gather in.

Almight God protect those left,
And guide them in the narrow path,
That when the tolls of life are o'er,
We all shall meet on Canaan's shore.

                                                                                                                   
N.T. Krous, M.D.

Wednesday, July 31, 1878

      A tragically affray took place at Nashville on Wednesday of last week
whereby two men, Samuel H. Hicks and Jones Baxter were killed. The
evening before, at a meeting of the "Independents," Hicks had made
remarks defamatory of Judge Baxter, the father of Jones Baxter, and on
meeting the sons of Judge Baxter the next morning a collision took place,
resulting as above stated.

      Minnie Warren, a well known dwarf, died on the 23rd inst., at Fall
River, Miss.

      
Wednesday, August 7, 1878

      Anderson, the liquor seller, has removed his kennel to a back building
owned by L.L. Ferrary. Of course an employment that loves darkness
rather than light, practicing its deeds behind interposed screens and closed
doors, will find this situation more consonant with its own gloominess. As
to Ferrary, who for "twenty pieces of silver" thus devotes his property to
the service of the prince of darkness, we had hoped better things of him.
His recent incarceration ought to have taught him that the way of the
transgressor is hard--that sin is certain to find men out sooner or later. This
looks like a very serious step backward for him--the beginning of a return
to paths that lead down to ruin. It is to be said of him, as it is written: "The
dog is turned to his vomit, and the sow that was washed to her wallowing
in the mire?" Don't trifle with conscience, and known duty, friend.

Wednesday, August 14, 1878

      The murder of the Revenue Officer, Mr. John Cooper, by Hut Amerine
and his crew adds another to the crimes instigated by the liquor business of
this county. Only evil, and that continually can, result from this cursed
traffic. It is remarkable, too, that the men who speak lightly of this foul
murder, or in any way extenuate it, are men who love liquor. Liquor
drinking deadens the conscience and makes men insensible to the
obligations of good citizens and to the true nature of crime. Mr. Cooper
was engaged in the performance of his official duties, as his father's deputy.
The murderers are outlaws, and as such are enemies to the good order and
peace of society. They have inflicted a life-long sorrow upon the wife and
children, the father and brothers of the murdered man. Can any good
citizen fail to execrate the crime or fail to co-operate in bringing the
murderers to speedy punishment?

      Died, near Friendsville, on the 12th inst., Harriet Dunlap, wife of Henry
Dunlap.

      Last Saturday as the train was returning from Knoxville, passing the
farm of Mr. Marsh French, about a mile beyond Little River Bridge, Mr.
French was driving a mule team in the road which runs alongside of the
railroad. The mules took fright and ran at a rapid rate for some distance
when Mr. French was thrown violently, head foremost, against the fence at
the side of the road, cutting two severe gashes on the head, one just below
the right eye, and several other wounds on the face, while the right
shoulder was badly bruised. The train stopped, and Dr. Park being on
board, gave the wounded man the necessary surgical attention. It was
almost a miracle that he escaped with his life.   W.

      Written In Memory of Father McCully
By M.M.Y.

As die the embers on the hearth
And o'er the floor the shadows fall,
And creeps the chirping cricket forth.
And ticks the death-watch on the wall,
I see a form on yonder chair
That grows beneath the waning light---
There are the wan, sad features there,
The pallid brow and locks of white.

Oh, father, when they laid thee down,
And heaped the clay upon thy breast,
And left thee sleeping all alone
Upon thy narrow couch at rest,
I know not why I had to part
With one that I have loved so dearly,
But death will separate us all:
That is plainly seen and clearly.

But when I saw thy vacant chair,
Thine idle hat upon the wall,
The book, the penciled passage, where
Thine eye had rested last of all,
The tree beneath whose friendly shade
Thy trembling feet had wandered forth,
The very prints those feet had made
When last they feebly trod the earth.

I thought, while countless ages fled
Thy vacant chair would vacant stand,
Unworn thy hat, thy book unread,
Effaced thy footsteps from the strand,
And the widow in this cheerless world,
The heart that gave its love to thee,
Torn like the vine whose tendrils curled
More closely to the falling tree.

Oh, father, then, for her and thee,
Gushed madly forth the scalding tears,
And oft and long and bitterly
These tears have gushed in later years,
For as the world grows cold around
And things assume their real hue,
'Tis sad to find that love is found
Alone above the stars with you.

      The Revenue Raids---A posse of four Revenue officials left Knoxville
Tuesday night of last week and were joined by Deputy Marshall Pate of
Maryville and one other to make a raid upon the distillery of Hut Amerine,
of this county. They reached his premises about daybreak Thursday
morning. The distillery, however, was strongly guarded, and a fight ensued.
J.B. Snyder, one of the revenue men, received a shot, the ball taking effect
in his left hand and coming out near the elbow. The revenue squad seeing
that the chances were against them, retired, and Snyder went home on the
Maryville train.
      Another and stronger posse was sent after the moonshiners, under
William and John Cooper. The result we clip from the Chronicle.
      "On arriving in the vicinity of Amerine's distillery about daybreak
Friday morning, the posse of officials under the command of Deputy
Collector W.R. Cooper divided into four squads, and were sent around to
four points commanding a view of the still house, which was situated down
in Miller's Cove. They soon discovered that the distillery was deserted and
the still hid away, and stationed themselves around in a reconnoitering
attitude for the purpose of capturing the violators, if possible. Deputy John
Cooper, with Lea Lewis and Frank DeArmond, had gained entrance to the
yard of the distillery, while the others were at their different stations. It was
now after sunrise, about 6 o'clock, perhaps, when from a point on the side
of the hill near by John Cooper and his squad heard three parties calling for
them to throw up their hand and surrender. They at first thought it was
some of their own men, but almost immediately the violators, who were
discovered to be Hut Amerine, Ad Wilson and Fletch Emmett, opened fire.
The entire volley was evidently aimed at John Cooper, and there are
different theories advanced to explain that. Some think that Amerine and
his men thought he was a man named Davis, who resembled him
somewhat, and had been blowing on them. 
      Another theory is that they had ascertained that he was a Cooper,
although John had never been in that locality before, and it is known that
those fellows have sworn vengeance on all the Coopers.
      It seems that three shots struck John, or at least the first went through
his hat. The next struck his left arm near the wrist and ranging upwards
shattered the arm in a frightful manner. At this time he had moved from his
first position and was rather squatted behind a sapling, trying to get a bead
on the fellows with his gun. The same shot which struck his arm, he being
in a reclining position, scapped out a small gash in his left thigh. The next
shot did the work, however. That took effect in the soft part of his
abdomen, just below the ribs, and ranging down, coming out near the
spinal column, almost severing it. This was a very large sized rifle ball, and
from the best information that could be obtained, this came from Wilson's
gun. The other ball was a smaller one, and it is supposed was fired by
Amerine himself.
      John was heard to exclaim "I'm shot!" and dropping his gun started to
run up the hollow, but fell exhausted after going 40 or 50 yards. His
brother Will, who was only fifteen steps off at the time discovered his
situation and came to John, giving him some water from the branch at his
request. The bushwhackers after firing took to the bushes at once, and
were followed some distance by part of the force, but their whereabouts
could not be discovered. John was then cared for and taken to the house of
Mr. Webb, who is the nearest neighbor, and in a very short distance of
Amerine's dwelling house. John told his brother that he was shot fatally,
but he was prepared, and had no fears of death."
      Dr. Blankenship, of Maryville, went over to attend to the wounded
man, and arrived at about 12 o'clock Friday. But the wound was such that
the patient could not recover, and, as the Dr. tells us, reaction did not set
in. Dr. Boynton, of Knoxville, was also summoned to his relief, but
everything had been done that could aid the wounded man, and he could do
nothing further to prevent the approach of death, which came at 11 o'clock
Friday night.
      Another strong posse was sent after Amerine and his followers, but we
believe all have returned to Knoxville, having despaired of finding the
villains.
      A reward of $300 is offered for the arrest and delivery of Hutsell
Amerine, Adam Wilson and Fletcher Emmett, the murderers of John
Cooper, or $100 for either of them. The reward is offered by Joseph A.
Cooper and his two sons. We understand that an additional reward will be
offered by the Government, and probably by Gov. Porter also. It is hoped
that these rewards will have the desired effect, and that the notorious Hut
and his associates will be brought to justice.
      We are sorry that some of our whisky men sympathize with the
murderers, but all good citizens of Blount unite in condemning the foul
deed. The revenue law is a law, and should be enforced, and John Cooper
was engaged in a noble work in trying to arrest the illicit distillers. But how
much better it would be if this would be succeeded by entire prohibition of
the accursed stuff.
      Since writing the above we learn that Gov. Porter has offered a reward
of $200 for each of the three murderers.

     Wednesday, August 21, 1878

      At Edgefield, S.C., August 13th, a difficulty, growing out of an old
family feud resulted in the killing of three men, Booker Toney, Thomas and
James Booth, and the wounding of seven others who were drawn into the
fight. One afterwards died.

      Welcel, who was shot at Strawberry Plains recently by one
Shrewsberry, died last Thursday.

      B.F. Payne, a black-smith of Madisonville, charged with the murder of
Jack Taylor, was last week taken to Knox Co., jail to await the decision of
the Supreme Court, to which he appealed.

      Near Parrottsville, Cocke County, on Saturday, August 3rd, R.C.
Easterly and Miss. E. Easterly, were married at the residence of Isaac
Easterly, by the Rev. J.P. Easterly, in the presence of thirty guests all by the
name of Easterly. --Morristown Gazette.

      The preliminary trial of John Davis for the killing of Capt. John McCoy
at Greeneville Friday, was concluded Tuesday evening before Justices Gass
and Culver. The investigation made out a very bad case against the
prisoner, who was refused bond and committed to jail to await trial for
murder at the October term of Circuit Court for Greene County.
---Tribune.

      Death---Mrs. Elizabeth Davies, wife of J.R. Davies, died quite
unexpectedly July 16th, 1878, in the 50th year of her age. We are losing
our oldest settlers and the best members of society here. Mrs. Davies was
considered by all one of the most exemplary Christians in our community,
and a faithful member of the Welsh Calvanistic Church in Palmyra, Ohio.
On the 17th her remains were taken to the graveyard of the Congregational
Church. The funeral was well attended. There is much sympathy for Mr.
Davies the respected husband of the departed, upon the occasion of her
sudden death. ---Republican Democrat, Ravenna, Ohio.
      The deceased was a sister of Mrs. Mary J. Jones, of Maryville.

      Two of our citizens went on a trip to the mountains last week, amd met
Hut Amerine, as we learn, in Swain County, N.C. They breakfasted with
that gentleman, and seem to have been so affected by his fearful presence
that they got lost, missed their reckoning, and were surprised when they
got home at seeing the loafers "dressed up in their Sunday clothes on
Saturday." Kind of Rip Van Winklish, wasn't it?

      Fletcher Emmett, one of the three charged with murdering John
Cooper, was brought into town last Friday. He was pursued by our
efficient Deputy Sheriffs, A.M. Rule and W.W. Freshour, and Constable Eli
Caylor, and was arrested eighteen miles south of Jonesboro last
Wednesday, after five days pursuit.
     These gentlemen deserve the thanks of all law-abiding people for this
service. It took no little bravery and skill to thus follow and overtake such
a man.
      Emmett's trial was set for yesterday, but he waived examination and
was bound over to next term of the court.

      We regret to learn that Mr. Jefferson George lost a child yesterday.

      Henry N. Miller Again---We see that the named gentleman, who
figured so conspicuously at Maryville some time back, as a buyer of land
for a colony of Friends, has been furnished a position in the penitentiary
ranks for a term of nine years, the charge being grand larceny. He received
his commission at the last term of the Dandridge Court. Before leaving he
wrote an article, which was handed to the True Republican for publication,
entitled, "The Hope of the Prisoner" in which he says that it is hard that he
is forced to lose his liberty for 9 long years, but he intends to become a
better man, and when he does regain his liberty he will be proof against
such temptations as that of which he is the sad victim.
      We are glad that he is brought to justice, but hope he will stick to his
good intentions, and that his imprisonment may be a means of reformation.

      In response to a request from Gen. Joseph A. Cooper, the following
description of the parties who murdered Capt. John Cooper on the 9th
inst., was received:
      Gen. J.A. Cooper---Dear Sir: The following are about as full
descriptions as I can give of Amerine, Wilson and Emmett at this date. I am
not acquainted with Emmett, and can't find anyone now who can describe
him with anything like full accuracy. 
      Hut Amerine is about 40 years of age, about 5 feet 10 inches high,
weighs about 160 or 170 pounds, fair complexion, dark hair, dark
eyes--perhaps brown---short, thick neck, round shoulders, carries his face a
little in advance of his body, his speech is rapid and short, while talking he
gazes hard at the person to whom he is talking, his motions are generally
quick, yet deliberate.
      Add Wilson is about 35 years of age, is about 5 feet 10 inches high;
weighs about 180 pounds; fair complexion, light brown hair, thin on head,
inclined to baldness; blue eyes; inclined to corpulence; body erect. He has a
curious mark, being a small teat about three-quarters of an inch long on the
face near the right ear.
      Fletcher Emmett is about 30 years of age, about 5 feet 6 inches high,
fair complexion, red or sandy hair and beard, blue or gray eyes, and a short,
thick body.
      These are as full descriptions as I can give now.

Wednesday, August 28, 1878

      A man named Beal was being conducted to jail for outraging a woman
named Martin, near Rossville, when a mob seized and hung him.

      The Morristown Gazette learns that Looney McDaniel, an aged and
prominent citizen of Mossy Creek, fell from his porch last Sunday and
broke his neck in the fall. We have no particulars.

      Another serious accident resulting from the careless use of a firearms
occurred at Warm Springs a few days since, in which Mr. Cline, a young
gentleman from Vicksburg, Miss., lost a hand and a portion of the left
shoulder from a gunshot. The wound, it is thought, will prove fatal.
---Knoxville Tribune.

      Charley Weiser, a German of East Knoxville, being arrested and fined,
and his wife refusing to go on his bond, shot himself with a shot gun,
shattering his chin and jaw bones. The physicians said it was dangerous but
not necessarily a fatal wound.

      Rev. R.E. Tedford, father-in-law of Prof. T.J. Lamar, left this world for
a better last Friday, leaving a host of friends to mourn the loss of one of
our oldest and most beloved citizens. He had been in very feeble health for
some time before his death, and his friends feel reconciled to his death,
believing that he now enjoys a Heavenly home.

      Our young friend and former typo Mr. Will G. McNelly, is now
working at his trade in Cartersville, Ga. The Express of that town conatins
the following notice:
      "Will McNelley, a hand in this office, only sixteen years old, set an
average of 1,000 ems per hour, of Bourgeois type, for eleven hours
yesterday. If there is a boy of his age in the State who can beat this, by all
means trot him out."
      That's right Will, show those Georgia fellows what a Blount County
boy can do.

      Cupid is not to be prevented by "hard times" from sending forth an
arrow once in awhile. Last Monday, at Clover Hill, as a result of his
diligence, Mr. Hawkins Howard led to the altar Miss. Elizabeth Kinnick.
May their bark glide smoothly.

      A reporter of the Knoxville Chronicle, Mr. G.H. Bomar, tells of an
interview which he had with Hut Amerine, near Mt. Nebo. The reporter
was piloted by one of the mountaineers to Hut's lair. Hut having previously
expressed a willingness to be interviewed. Hut says he can prove an alibi.
He sent a letter to Gov. Porter, requesting the withdrawal of the reward for
him, and affirming his innocence, and also sent the following note to Gen.
Cooper:
Blount County, Aug. 20, 1878.
Gen. Joseph A. Cooper, Collector, and George Andrews, District
Attorney:
      "Sirs: I write to offer my sincere regrets for the death of John Cooper,
and to assure you that I am entirely innocent of any complicity with his
death, and can make such proof if allowed to do so. I now make the
following proposition in good faith: If the Government will not press the
indictments against me for past violations of the revenue law, I will
surrender myself and stand trial for the alleged crime; furthermore, I
promise to hereafter conduct myself as a law-abiding citizen of the United
States in all respects.
                                                           Hutsell Amerine."
      Commissioner Raum has offered an additional reward of $200, so that
now $500 is the reward for each of the murderers, Hut Amerine and Ad
Wilson.

      We learn that one Dan Nelson, having filled himself with liquid fire,
yesterday afternoon was racing along the road in a drunken state, when he
was thrown from his horse near the widow Everett's house, about two
miles from Maryville. His nose was considerablr mashed, and he was
stunned, and the report came that he was killed. This, however, was not
true. Recovering somewhat, he got on his horse and rode home, and when
Dr. Cates arrived he was cursing and swearing, and evidently more hurt by
liquor than the fall. It may be that the jar may prove more serious than at
first supposed, and that he has received internal injuries, but as yet we think
no serious fears are entertained.

      We regret to learn that Mr. James Frow, an old and respected citizen of
Blount County, departed this life Aug. 12, 1878. He was born Dec. 15,
1802.

      The Circuit Court is now in session, and we will not attempt to give a
report of the proceedings until our next. The case of Fletcher Emmett for
the murder of John Cooper, was continued, also that of John Lakey for the
murder of Sam Hall.
 
      John C. McCarter, Sheriff of Franklin County, Georgia, was here with
a son of Mr. Crump, to see about that W.C. Jackson case. But Jackson
evidently thought best to keep out of their way, and his bond was declared
forfeited. Mr. McCarter looks well and hearty. He started back today.

      Obituary---Died at the Craighead House in Jasper, Marion County,
Tenn., on Thursday, July 18th, Eugenia B. Roberson, aged 15 years, 9
months and 18days.
      For some time prior to her removal from Maryville, she was confined
to her room, and much of the time to her bed. It was in the hope that a
change of air and surroundings would prove beneficial to her that induced
her parents to take her to her former home; but her system was so
weakened by disease that she was unable to proceed further than Jasper.
Her last moments were peaceful and happy, and she passed away from
earth to bloom afresh in her Father's Kingdom. During her sickness she
exhibited a firm reliance in the promise of Christ, and was submissive to
His will. Joining New Providence Church during the revival conducted by
Mr. Bachman, she lived a consistent Christian life, and for one so young
seemed in an unusual degree to realize her own weakness and her need of a
Savior, and had frequently expressed a desire to friends to fo something for
Him who had done so much for her. Being the only child, the bereavement
is a crushing blow to her fond parents, who lived but for their darling child.
But God has taken her to Himself for his eternal gail and his glory. Eugenia
was a regular attendant in her Sabbath School class, and always interested
in the study of the Scripture. She has gone to join her classmate who
proceded her but a few days, to enjoy forever the presence of her Savior,
and to mingle her voice with the redeemed in singing the "Song of Moses
and the Lamb." Her parents have the sympathy of friends here, who can
only committ them to the care of Him who says, "Come unto me all ye that
are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest."

Wednesday, September 4, 1878

      John Davis, charged with killing Capt. John McCoy of Greenville, has
been granted bail of $5,000.

      Near Mt. Horeb, Jefferson Co., we learn that M.M. Lester seriously
wounded the head of Russell Walker. Lester fled.

      Mrs. Sarah E. Gault departed this life at Montvale Springs, Sept. 1st, at
2 o'clock. The deceased was the wife of Dr. S.H. Gault, formerly of this
place, and now residing at Louisville. He has our heartfelt sympathies in his
loss.
      We learn that Andrew A. Coulter, of the 14th district, was bitten just
below the ankle bone last Wednesday by a spotted viper. He suffered
severely but at last accounts was doing well.

      We are informed that, last week, Mr. Cummings' store at Louisville
was entered, and found open in the morning, but the only loss discovered
was that of a water-melon.

      The Circuit Court---Hon. James Sevier presided at the last term of the
Circuit Court at Maryville. The officers of the court speak in hugh praise of
the able and impartial manner in which he held the scales of justice. There
was only one jury case, and that was the case of the State vs. James Tate,
who was convicted of horse-stealing and sent to the penitentiary for seven
years.

Wednesday, September 11, 1878

      A man, says the Valley Herald, by the name of Bob Haley, stabbed a
tramping varnisher at Ladd's saloon, in Hamburg, last Saturday evening,
cutting him across the breast and in the side. Whisky the cause. Haley made
his escape, but was arrested at church that night, and Saturday, while being
guarded, he made his escape. White, the man cut, is doing well.

      George Howell, the colored boy who murdered Joseph Martin, was
hanged at Greeneville, last Monday, in the presence of 3,000 witnesses.

      Sandy Dyer, a colored man, in Monroe County, Aug. 30th, was shot
through a crack in his cabin and killed. D.S. Smith has been arrested on
strong suspicion.

      The Cleveland Herald learns that Pryor Holt, son of the Sheriff of
Meigs County, while playing baseball was accidentally run against by
another boy and received internal injuries, resulting in death.

      From the East Tennessean, Sept. 5th, we learn that Ben Williams, a
little boy, ten years old, last week, at Kingston, fell back headlong from a
ladder 10 or 15 feet high, striking his head upon a brick. His skull is broken
and his condition is critical.

      Henry Thompson, who has served for a long time as overseer of our
street brigade, last Tuesday night went home drunk, and fell backwards
from a high porch some 8 or 10 feet high. He fell on his back, hitting
himself between the shoulders, and injuring his spinal cord, so that his
whole body bellow the arms is paralyzed.
      He was at first, as he expressed it, "dead all except his head," but he
has regained the use of his arms. Dr. Blankenship has been attending him,
and says that he may possibly recover, but the probability is, that the injury
will result in his death. Oh! When shall this liquor traffic cease it's
murderous work.

      We learn from the Morristown Gazette that Rev. Dr. D.M. Breaker,
well known about Maryville as a Baptist minister, has been convicted of the
seduction of a young lady in his circuit, which includes Chattanooga and
that section of country, by his own letters and the dying confession of the
girl.