The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1890-03-26
ANOTHER HISTORIC TREE.

dolph, which we publish by re-
quest:
During the spring Of 1887 there
appeared in the Fort Gaines (Ga)
Tribune an account of my FIR t
Historic Tree" Since then o
few facts have come to light, which
brings into prominence another
tree, and sheds around it a ray
historic light that entities its nam,
to & place on the pages OF cur
country's history.
One pleasant thou 5h somewhat
bustry evening in October, l SAL
alone in my study surrounded by
books and papers, and listened to
the autumn winds, IS they moan ed
through the lofty trees without
ard whistled pat my humble cot.
tage. Feeling wearied from a hard
days work over my manuscript, |
lighted a fresh cigar aud went out
for a stroll. | pissed down the
long lane, overarched by the stu
pendnus branches OF towering trees,
crossed the ripping brook that
turns the gigantic wheel of water
mill, and almost unconsciously |
passed up narrow path to the top
OF Il tail bill, from the summit 0
which could be seen the surround
ing country for many miles dis
tant.
Far down in The valley below
were long rows OF stately trees,
their leaves already made brown
by the autumu's chilled winds.
while the soft sunlight fall g up
on them seemed to tempt them to
spring into life AID vigor, and put
on their coat o. green agaia.
"What a picture for an artist =
thought |, as threw myself Ian
guidly upon the ground.
As ! rested there with nay head
against the trunk of Il tree, and
looked away ,pon the beautiful
scene in the sunlight below, a food
Of thought came over ne, as both
the sad and pleasant recollections
OF bygone days crowded into my
mind, like bees iuto hive. Sud
denly | was aroused from my rev.
cry by voice calling out iron
close behind; Thinking Of your
lost love, boss?'
[ reused up and looked around,
as ! recognized the Voice OF OLD
Uncle Net, good cd dark, Y o.
slavery times, vino lived with his
master il Georgia, while yet Il
great many red men lived in the
swamps OF tuis country, and who
Was considered an odd man during
the days OF the "cruel war"
hat is just what | was think
ing about, Uncle Ned" said |. II
loved a tair girl in Southern Gcor.
gio once. and was engaged to be
married for long time but few
months ago, we had falling out,
and babe each other adieu orevcr.
Can't you tell me story of s,me
kind so can have something to
write aoout?"
II was just thinking about it."
said he, US he arose ard hobbIed
towards ne.
Now, my readers must know
that this good old darkey has ne,'
er been friendly towards the North
ern Republicans, aud notwith-
standing that the 18th amend
ment to the constitution gives him
equal political rights with the
white man, he has never cast &
vote, always declaring that "a
nilger who can't read has got nc
busi0ess tooiin' with the ballot
box"
When the war broke out, anC
the four sons of his good DC
master, the Ludley boys, shoulder
ed their guns, and went away tt
fight tor the Coniederacy, Uncle
Ned was with them. He followed
them and visited on them all
through the war, and during the
ever memorable fight around Get
tysburg he received a painful
wound, from which he never fully
recovered, while carrying young
John Ludley, who was MORTAL,
wounded, off the battlefield,
When the war was over, he re
turned to his home in Southern
Georgia, and took up his abode il
an humble cottage with his goo,
wife Sarah. He never left hi
master, but always declared tina