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which Dr. Bishop chose to punish as became the character of the offender. His inability to draw a straight line on the blackboard caused him to keep a very large ruler, broad and flat, with which he used to guide the chalk. Calling the boy to him, he laid him across his knee and commenced paddling him with the big ruler. The culprit mumbled that it was against the law to whip a collegiate. Yes, said the old gentleman, momentarily stopping his exercise, but every rule has its exceptions, Toney. Then he whacked him again, and there would not have been a dissenting voice if the question had been put as to the justice of the chastisement. Among my college mates in Transylvania was a tall country boy, true-hearted and honest, with many virtues but without grace or tact. The sight of him always seemed to suggest to Mr. Bishop the question of the Catechism, Who made ye, Dauvid? to which Atchison always answered, Gaud, and Mr. Bishop invariably responded, Quite right, Dauvid; qu
e arrow-heads, stone drills, and other Indian weapons and tools. No Indian necropolis has yet been discovered, though one probably exists on the borders of our pond. The last Indian here was Hannah shiner, a full blood, who lived with Old Toney, a noble-souled souled mulatto man, who lived on the Woburn Road, in West Medford, opposite where the town schoolhouse once stood. Hannah was kind-hearted, a faithful friend, a sharp enemy, a judge of herbs, a weaver of baskets, and a lover of rum. Toney was once well off; and on Thanksgiving Day, when he was to give a rich dinner to a dozen of his colored friends, his house took fire, and was wholly consumed. They, of us, who remember the old liberated slaves, remember how much they suffered from winter's coldness. The black man's skin is made to bear the heat, the white man's to bear the cold; and both races flourish best by regarding the law. Deb Saco was another specimen whom many remember, and who died about twelve years ago. Sulk and
Emilio, Luis F., History of the Fifty-Fourth Regiment of Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry , 1863-1865, Roster of the Fifty-Fourth Massachusetts Infantry. (search)
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less, in his early boyhood, as a neighbor, he had abundant opportunity to learn what were this old Indian woman's characteristics. He wrote, Hannah was kind hearted, a faithful friend, a sharp enemy, a judge of herbs, a weaver of baskets, and a lover of rum. This is all the information he gave us of her, but alluded to a Thanksgiving dinner, probably spoiled in the total destruction of Old Toney's house by fire. We may query whether Hannah cooked the dinner that was to have been served to Toney's dozen colored friends; and also how the fire originated, but all in vain: the time, even, is unknown, save that it was at Thanksgiving time. But later, Hannah Shiner lived in Turkey swamp. This is a locality the younger people of Medford do not know by that name. Doubtless many know of the Winchester reservoirs lying between the hills to the north of Ram's Head and the observatory. A few years ago a native of Woburn, a close observer of people and events, Col. N. A. Richardson, la
on of Hon. John B. Floyd, Secretary of War, was tendered on Saturday, and accepted by the President.--The Star of the evening before, foreshadowing this result, says: The on dit of the day, immediately around us is, that Secretaries Floyd, Thompson, and Thomas, all of whom believe in the alleged constitutional right of secession, it will be remembered, have formally notified the President that they will resign their respective portfolios unless he accede to the demand of the South Carolina Commissioners, that orders shall be issued to Major Anderson directing him to go back to Fort Moultrie from Fort Sumter, with all his force — of course thus shadowing the latter to the --This rumor is probably true. we may not inappropriately add, that if such orders are issued to Major Anderson. Secretaries Toney, Holt, Black and Stanton will probably resign. But we have not the least idea that the President will accommodate the secession commissioners in this connection — none whatever
dogs and severely cut several others, besides attempting several times to cut his pursuers. One of the party fired at him twice the shots taking effect in his arms, so as to disable him without jeopardizing his life. The negro says his name is Toney, and that he belongs to Mr. Johnson, of Brooks county. He states that after he made his escape, on Friday evening, he took a circuitous route through the woods, and went back to the mill of Messrs. W. B. Giles & Co., and had the hand-cuffs filed he took a circuitous route through the woods, and went back to the mill of Messrs. W. B. Giles & Co., and had the hand-cuffs filed off, and then started off again. Toney is a powerful and desperate negro, weighing some 250 pounds, and ready for any sort of adventure. Since his arrest, facts have come to light that create a strong suspicion that he is the murderer of Patrick Brady, who was killed in his house, near the canal, in February last.--His depredations are doubtless without number.
re the head of Mr. Williams was; (the hoe was obtained in the spot mentioned) It was Mr. Dotson's gun that I shot him with Mr. Williams was shot about six o'clock in the morning about thirty steps from the bridge.--After I left Mr. Williams I went to a camp of Messrs. Bradly and Giles' negroes, eight in number, near Mr. Shaw's plantation, but soon left them and went to McAlpin's, where I stayed until the 16th of this month, when I was arrested by Constable Jones and others, and was shot by Mr. Mitchell. "I have committed various robberies in the county. I robbed Mr. Schneider, on the Augusta road; Mr. J. W. Wilson, on the canal; Mr. Dotson, on Cherokee Hill, of gunpowder and shot; John H. Crawford's smoke-house, and from many others who I do not know." The above confession was read to Toney, and he read it himself, and signed it under oath He was a very sensible negro, and could both read and write, and has been, in his own words, the most desperate boy in Chatham county.
Shocking accident. --About 12½ o'clock P. M., on Saturday last, a fatal accident occurred at the Colleton Lime Works, at the head of Cooper river. A valuable and trusty negro named Toney, about twenty-nine years of age, was taking from a lime kiln a quantity of lime that had gone through the burning process, and while so engaged, the kiln fell down, burying his body among the burning sand.--Mr. Lachicotte, the superintendent, was standing near, and and to move rapidly out of the way in order to escape being covered by the hot ashes and sand. Immediate efforts were made to take the body out, and it was recovered in about three quarters of an hour; but, as the kiln had been under the action of fire very steadily for months, he must have died almost instantly. His body, in parts, had nearly all the flash taken off, and, for a short time, the poor fellow must have suffered dreadfully. He was the property of Messrs. Ravenel & Stevens, owners of the Lime Works.--Charleston Me
Killing a tiger. --A correspondent of the Charleston Mercury gives the following narrative of a remarkable occurrence in Prince Williams' Parish, S. C.: On Tuesday morning, the 13th inst., by the dawn of day, Henry, a servant of Mr. Jesse M. Mixson, (who is now in the service at Braddock's Point,) and Toney, a lad of 10 or 12 years of age, started out "coon-hunting," and in going to the field they passed a small pond about 150 yards from the negro quarters. Their dog, Buck, passed through the pond, when they saw some huge animal run out, and their faithful dog in full cry pursuing.--They supposed it a deer, but in a few minutes they heard Buck "baying" at the top of his voice very faithfully. They approached the tree, and saw on a pine distinctly a hugs animal, are crawling and wagging its long tail.--Henry sent home immediately for the gun, and when it came made a capital shot, dig at the head, and bringing a tiger to the ground. I saw the animal, and round it to be 6
A brilliant skirmish. Editors of the Dispatch: --The fight at "Toney's" will ever be recollected by those who won its laurele, or participated in its toils and hardships. The length, dt-Colonel Clarkson, left Hamilton, just above the "Hawk's Nest," on the 10th inst., and reached "Toney's," on the Coal River, twelve miles above Charles on, about 10 A. M. on the 12th inst., a distanhe troop either in a full gallop or straining of the horses for the last twenty miles. To reach "Toney's" the Coal River was forded ninety-seven times during the night of the 11th inst., under a viold down many a steep hill. The enemy, numbering about two hundred an fifty, was overtaken at Toney's, and after a fierce resistance in an apple orchard and an old field, was entirely routed and dpondent is, that Captain Rosser's company cut up the enemy so quickly that upon their arrival at Toney's they had nothing to do but to pursue the scattered fugitives. In this skirmish not a rider-wa