The Dawson journal., 1885-06-11
DAWSON AND BRONWOOD.
What q Reporter of the Ampricus
Recorder Saw While in Onr Midst.

It was my good fortune to visit
that beautiful city, Dawson, again
this week.
The Cheves trial was the most
exciting topic. When brought
down Monday the prisoner was
neatly attired in a handsome dress
suit, and was looking we'll except
that he was pale from his long CON
fnement. He wears full beard
and doesn't look at all like muir
derer. He showed no signs of
emotion during the preliminary
argument by the counsel. There
were present witnesses from all
over the State. After one hundred
had arrived there were still thirty
absent from various causes.
Nearly all the Americus lawyers
stopped at Mrs. Simmons board
ing house, and | must say that I
was never better cared for in my
life than at that house.
Among the signs of improve
rnent | noticed that Capt. 0. G..
Kobinson's hotel building, at the
corner Of Main street and Fifth
Avenue, was being pushed for
ward to completion. The building
IS large and roomy, and will fill a
long felt want. On an opposite
corner the authorities are building
capacious cistern for the use of
the Fire Department. The new
engine of Protection, No. l. Fire
Company, is thing Of beauty. 1t
is OF Silshy manufacture, and is
named in honor of the mayor,
"Walter Cheatham."
The brass band is doing well
under the leadership of Prof. A.
l. Lyon, an experienced musician
and band leader.
Apropos of the boring into a
pine tree In our well, l was told of
curious collection that came to
light while digging in an ordinary
well below Dawson some years
ago. The digger had gone down
some forty or fifty feet, when he
came to stump that was cut off
as with an Ak, and on the stump
were a hatchet and a pitcher just
as though placed there by work
men and forgotten.
Dawson is a very lovely place,
indeed, and [ think I would like
to live there. They say that few
ever move away. My young friend,
Prof. j. r. Monroe, seems to be
well satisfied to stay there, and it
was with sigh Of regret that I
told him goodbye after q long
talk concerning the days of "Auld
Lang Syne."
But the loveliest bit of town
that [ know Of is Beautiful Bron-
wood. There the streets are laid
out beneath the shade Of the orig
inal forest trees. Scattered about.
here and there, are half dozen
stores which do a handsome busi-
ness. There are five saw mills
busy cutting up the long pine logs
into building, material. The ship
ments of lumber from this point
aggregate one thousand car loads.
Mr.. L. n. Killen has his mill we'll
arranged for drying and has late
ly purchased the only automatic
Emery wheel south of Macon, for
use in his establishment. The
cotton receipts run up toward one
thousand bales, and five hundred
tons of guano have been shipped
to Bronwood the present season.
They are sadly in need Of tele-
graph Office.
[ was well entertained at the
houses of Messrs. Geo. Hill and
E. K. Smith. With the latter I
enjoyed a buggy ride up Geise
street, which is the fashionable
thoroughfaro Of the town. Many
handsome residences are located
on either side as you drive south
wardly. Fine fields Of cotton and
corn, in fact the best crops l have
seen, may be noticed on every
side. Five new stores are going
up, and other improvements are
projected. Real estate is on a
regular boom, and that magical
word Progress is indelibly stamp
ed on all the'surroundings of this
lovely woodland town. Three