People's party paper. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1891-1898, 1897-01-22

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pocket to join troop Of Texas
rangers on the border.
In all the rugged ranks Of that
thrilling service there was none bet
ter than Yanoey Carter, the big
Georgian none reader, none quicker.
of eye or Of hand, none stronger to
endure, mons more athletic, none with
8 stouter heart.
Some may think that it was
wild, rowdy spirit Of adventure that
led Carter to this life. That would
be error. l believe it is universally
spoken of Carter that he is eminently
peaceable in disposition, kind and
generous. But he never gets out of
q fight when fight is what is best
suited to the surrounding circum-
stances. But the fire Of blood which,
in his ancestors, found vent in reyo-
lutionary fighting, in Indian battle
and in the excitement and danger of
pioneer life, demanded q different
scene. The monotony and quiet Of
Ebert and Hart palled upon him.
He found what he wanted in the
legitimate and daring service Of the
state Of Texas.
But an image dwelling in his stsl-
wart heart drew Carter back to
Georgia after awhile. 1t was that of
the pretty Hart county girl who used
to bring him warm dinner to the
country schoolhouse, where, as a
green youth, he taught. He boarded
with her father. She came over
every noon and brought him the
daintiest dinner her hands could
fashion. While the children played
he ate and csurted pretty Mary
Sanders, and all the time he was a
rough ranger out on the Texas
plains he carried her face in his mind,
and at last it brought him back.
Now follow the story of Carriers
coming back 70 Georgia and you will
fiud the key to his remarkable char.
acter.
The story of his going to Texas is
strongly illustrative Of his character.
The story of his coming back Illus
trates it in much greater degree.
Carter came back broken in health.
He started up his old school in the
old sohoolhouss near where Mary
Sanders lived. In the community
there were several stills, hidden away
in the woods between the hills. They
were run by the young men whom
Carter knew az friends, whom he had
known all his life, who were his
playmates.
But the stills were the ruin Of the
community. Every Sunday the
young men got drunk. They went
to Carter's schoolhouse to a Sunday
afternoon "singlng," behaved in 8
ruffianly and disorderiy manner, gave
the place bad repute and broke up
Carter's school.
Thislattsr fact weighed ON Car
ter's mind and got into his blood.
They had broken up his school.
Why not break them up?
You will never be able to weigh
the enormity Of this undertaking
until you understand the conditions
existing in such community. An
informer is the basest worm that
crawls the earth in the eyes Of
those who break the revenue laws.
IF he be Of the manor born then ten
thousand times greater is his offense
He is traitor Of infinitely deeper
dye than Judas or Benedict Arnold.
To be shot down like dog is too
mild punishment for such a deed as
Carter contemplated.
Carter took down his old shotgun
and went squirrel hunting in the
hills. He shot FIVE squirrels and
found tbree stills. He thought out q
plan deeply characteristic OF the man.
Late that night he stole back through
the hills and quietly watched the
mon within. He observed that they
went home in the small hours of the
morning.
The next morning he tramped over
to Hartwell. lie hired a big hack
and drove through the country to
EIberton. There Carter found three
revenue officers, and told his story.
That night, long past midnight,
the hack drove into the Carter COM
munity. The stills were torn to
pieces, put in the wagon and about