Mr. Avery Perkins, a well-digger, was run over by a train Saturday night.  His head is badly bruised and he is otherwise injured.  He was found insensible on the track Sunday morning, and was carried to his home near by, where he has lain unconscious ever since.  Dr. Hamiter is attending him and the wounded man is doing well as can be expected.

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Obituary.

Although it is our invariable rule to charge for the insertion of obituaries we cannot refrain from giving the following a gratuitous insertion, especially when the bereaved author betrayed such emotions of grief when he handed it to us. The young man bids fair to rival George Washington Childs in obituary poetry:

Died, in Cartersville, Ga., May 17, Master Lonnie Moon’s old white bramah hen.

The deceased formerly lived in Atlanta and was presented to the undersigned by Henry Baker, of that city.  She was truly a mother, carrying a brood consisting of chicks, turkeys and goslings.  She was ever ready to fight their great enemy the hawk, and gently led them through shades where they could hunt their daily living.  But, alas! The cholera came and after all skillful means had been used she passed away, leaving her famishing brood to the mercy of old setting hens, turkey gobblers and others.  She was carried to her grave on her bereaved owner’s little wagon, drawn by his faithful dog, Bruno, and nicely covered over with green moss.

Brave old hen; you was the pride of the chicken’s walk,
And could sweetly sing and almost talk,
And when seeming danger was nigh,
To your helpless brood you’d fly.
May your bones and feathers so white
Rest under the moss and out of sight
Of the possum and coon that prowls at night,
To destroy your family by the pale moon’s light.

LONNIE MOON.