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Mt. Echo Newspaper
January 1889 Issues
Abstracted & Copyrighted
by Gladys Horn Brown

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January 4, 1889 Issue

       Having sold THE MOUNTAIN ECHO office to Prof. W. R. Jones, I now make my final bow to the good people of Marion county and bid them "this last farewell." During my newspaper career of nearly three years in this county, I have endeavored to give you a good newspaper, and how well I have performed my work I leave my patrons to say. Prof. Jones, will, I feel sure, make THE ECHO a good county newspaper if he is properly supported and encouraged and I hope all good citizens will lend him their aid.
       I have arranged for my successor to carry out all paid up subscriptions.
       H. B. Dallam.

STANLY, the great African explorer, who had not been heard of for so many months, has at last managed to let the outside world hear from him. He is in the heart of Africa and will probably reach the African coast at the mouth of the Congo river. He reports his expedition in good shape. The rumor that he had been captured is false.

The editor of this paper left here yesterday for Newport, Ark. His business was left in good shape. He made arrangements with us to have all those who had paid in advance, continue to receive the paper just as he would have sent it had he stayed here. He met every obligation, paid every bill and went away in good shape.

For several weeks the inside page of The Echo will bear the name of Rentchler, as that is the name of the mining town, the ex-proprietor had contemplated moving the office, and therefore, had made a heavy order for paper to be used at that place. We assure our Rentchler friends that we have nothing but kindness for their town, and will take pleasure in doing all we can to aid its growth and deserved prosperity.


Seawel is selling $18 beaver overcoats for $14.

Everything that can be eaten by the editor and his family, will be taken on subscription.

Bro. Downing, of the Presbyterian church, preached an interesting sermon to the children on last Sunday, and to the young people Sunday night.

Mr. J. I. Thompson is clerking this week for Berry & Son in the absence of Mr. J. E. Wickersham who is out looking up his interests politically.

Mrs. Jones will have charge of the business department of this paper in the absence of the editor. Have no hesitancy in calling at the office at any time, as you will be politely treated and made welcome.

Married - At the post office, on the 31st ult. by Justice A. J. Noe, Mr. W. P. Hill to Miss Mary B. Hammons of Peel, Marion county, Arkansas.


Prof. W. A. Chapman, a well known miner reporter and assayer, is now at the Rush Creek mines.

At the new town of Rentchler, new houses are going up and the demand for lumber is great.

Mr. T. A. Blake deserves praise for his energy in pushing work, and developing mines in this county.

Mr. John Brown has made a large strike at the Crown Point mine. He has struck a large body of copper ore, which is supposed to carry silver.


January 11, 1889 Issue (Top)


M. H. Wolf has not been heard from.

Rial Garrett is our county examiner.

Everybody is well pleased with the new ECHO.

Isam Cantrell will farm next year.

We tender our thanks to Elbert Noe for assisting us in making up our last mail.

William Pierce is building a new house on his homestead north of town.

Miss Lavada Reed, who has had a long and serious attack of typho-malarial fever, is now convalescent.

Thomas Weast, a bright young man living about two miles south of town, is dangerous(sic) sick with typho-malaria fever.

John Thompson has bought an interest in his old shop, and will soon be pounding iron as of yore. We are glad to have John back among us.

Mr. W. T. Treat informed us that he would begin work on his claims, which are about six miles east of Yellville, in a few days. Many rich claims are being located in his neighborhood.

Our county clerk, A. W. Wickersham, is crowded with work all the time; and he is not disappointing any of his friends in their expectations of his ability. He is always at work, and does it well and with dispatch.

Cowdrey Bros. have bought the barber and shoe shop, and W. V. Sowel has begun a brisk business in the same building.

Sheriff Poynter has sent W. B. Flippin, Jr. after Hiram Hankins, one of the jail birds that escaped just after the last term of court, and who had been fined several hundred dollars for selling whiskey in violation of law. Hankins is in the Fort Smith jail.


January 18, 1889 Issue (Top)

GENERAL PIKE, formerly of Arkansas, celebrated the 79th anniversary of his birth, on the 20th of December last. He is still in vigorous health.


B. F. Fee will record all mineral claims in the absence of N. Dodd.

Thomas Weast is convalescent.

L. E. Cantrell will farm this year.

Ossie Layton is the happy father of a bran new girl.

Henry Cowdrey killed a fine turkey last Monday.

Andy Briggs has just recovered from a severe attack of typhoid fever.

Mrs. J. H. Berry is seriously sick this week.

Mrs. J. C. Rea, of Oakland, made us a pleasant visit last Friday and left us with substantial evidence of her appreciation of The Echo.

W. B. Flippin, Jr. returned without Hiram Hankins. Hankins had been arrested at Fort Smith and held in jail to await the arrival of the sheriff or deputy of this county; and the authorities there would not give him up unless "B" would pay about $40, the price charged for detaining and feeding him (Hankins). Mr. Flippin had no authority to do this, and the Fort Smith authorities would not risk our coati for the payment of the sum named, and we suppose after "B" left, Hankins was released. It occurs to us that this is a rather high-handed way of doing things, but if Fort Smith wants Hankins worse than we do, it is welcome to him.

MARRIAGES - The following persons have taken out license since we have taken charge of The Echo:
C. H. Green 21 - Nellie Lee 17
James Tippit 19 - Elvira M. McEntyre 20
J. F. Honeycutt 22 - Arkadelphia Sheppard 19
A. J. Robinson 25 - Deborah Cowdrey 16
J. W. Cowan 22 - Miss Emma L. Lewallen 22
Stephen B. Johnson 17 - Nora M. Wheeler 23
Alexander Thompson 71 = Miss Dora Reed 16.
       The first named couple were from Lead Hill [Boone county]. The others are all of Marion county.


Don't think me a poet for I am none,
       Neither am I a poet's son,
But if I can find the time,
       I shall write some news in rhyme,
The measure may not please the ear
       The steps will be misplaced, I fear;
But I'm not writing for renown,
       I'm simply jotting items down.
If the style you despise,
       Through The Echo criticize.
My writing THIS you doing THAT
       May cause some lean man to grow fat.
I started out some time ago,
       To travel 20 miles or so.
I left White river, going west
       And rode on horseback - 'tis the best.
I came o're mountains wild and bare
       Passed through valleys rich and fair.
Rocky little farms I saw,
       And some the best in Arkansas.
The cotton stalks looked bare and clean
       The wheat fields though were nice and green
Some people along the road I see,
       That feel the pangs of poverty.
Their honest faces bear marks of toil
       They've cleared their lands and tilled the soil
They've got up early and stayed out late
       But cannot overcome their fate.
Ah, why is it that some must be
       Forever sunk in poverty;
While others with but little toil
       Roll in riches fat as oil.
Yellville's sights relieved my mind
       And Charley Wilson, the Hostler kind,
Takes my horse and feeds him well
       And I go straight to his pa's hotel.
Here I will rest a week or two,
       And Yellville's sights reveal to you.
I ate my dinner, smoked a cigar,
       Chatted awhile with the Dr. there,
Then arranged my toilet and all complete,
       I sauntered slowly down the street.
I went to the post office, a letter to write
       And Uncle Jack Noe with locks turning white
Treated me kindly as he treats everyone,
       And made ma acquainted with his promising son.
I next stopped into Henry Young's store,
       And there were a dozen or probably more;
And all were trading or trying to trade,
       I have no idea how much money he made.
But Henry is certainly doing well
       From the amount of goods I saw him sell.
I very much wished a lawyer to see,
       And after inquiring for Floyd and Fee
And Whitfield Harris; I received a shock
       On hearing that Floyd was at Little Rock.
That Ben had gone to the creek to fish;
       That Harris' buggy wheel had a dish,
And he could not go so far away
       Without his buggy and certain pay.
I went to see the County Clerk;
       And found him busy at his work
But he laid his work aside awhile,
       And with warm handshakes and generous smile
He asked about my health you know;
       Just as he did four months ago.
Judge Fee, a Marion Pioneer
       Is assisting in the office here
And both as busy as a bee
       And both as courteous as can be.
Deputy Sheriff Drake was here,
       John Covington, Jailer, too was near.
And both are sober and honest men
       Who will the law with life defend.
Judge Owens was in town that day
       Holding County Court they say
The judge is young but knows the law
       And is as honest as any in Arkansas.
Columbus Poynter who I well knew,
       Was out collecting the revenue.
For fear I've worried you this time
       I'll wait till next to end my rhyme.


January 25, 1889 Issue (Top)


Andy Briggs is sick again.

H. B. Dallam is now at Newport looking for a position.

Dr. Beebe, accompanied by Mr. Wells and Mr. Wickersham, two mineral men, were in town this week.

Rial Garrett has been on the sick list for quite awhile, but was able to come to come to town last Saturday.

Uncle John Briggs thinks he has found splendid copper, about one mile west of Yellville.

Uncle Billy Lawson believes he has found good mineral not far from town.

J. N. Griffin, of Marion county, was in town Saturday and Sunday. - Boone Banner.

David Faulkinberry and Marion Wickersham have found good zinc, and plenty of it, not over two miles southwest from Yellville.

A. W. Wickersham, our county clerk, sent out the neatest and most accurate set of tax books that has ever been carried by a collector in Marion county.

Mrs. W. J. Teaff, Mrs. B. H. H...ner, and Mrs. Roxie McCartney, all of Blythe township, were at last accounts seriously sick with typho-malaria fever.

John Covington has bought I. E. Cantrell's interest in their blacksmith shop and will run it alone. The consideration was $210.

Mr. T. A. Blake took the first barge down Buffalo, and was the first to bring one up that stream; this demonstrates that Buffalo is navigable for small steamers.

J. C. Floyd was appointed chairman of the committee of Circuit and Justice courts. He is also a member of the committee on apportionment and on roads and highways.

NEWS IN RHYME (continued)

I chatted awhile with a mining man
       Inquired for "Andy" Callahan;
But was informed he was at home,
       So out in the street again I roam.
"Uncle Billy" Lefevers was hauling wood
       And looked as happy as mortal could
I passed right on, met three or four
       And entered into Seawel's Store;
Her mineral specimens were displayed,
       Here also was a bustling trade.
And everybody was "on the go"
       And Seawel's is doing well I know.
He has two bright industrious boys
       Whom in the store he now employs
It happened to be a little cold,
       So my business to Seawel I briefly told.
And without another single stop,
       I entered Briggs Blacksmith Shop.
There I saw with great surprise,
       More than a dozen before my eyes,
"Bob" Briggs was shoeing Endsley's mule,
       "Ab" Hutchinson was sharpening up the tools.
Endsley said his folks were well, and
       This to his far away friends I tell.
There were Henry Hudson and Elbert Noe,
       William Lefevers, too, you know.
Bud Covington and Jim McLure
       Either one of which was sure,
He could any of the others beat,
       Playing marbles in shop or street.
Uncle Henry Hudson in the shop I met
       He's smiling about the election yet.
I joked awhile with the boys in there
       Warmed my hands by the charcoal fire.
Then southward, quickly, my steps I bent
       And into Layton and Cowdrey's went.
Here I found a blazing four foot fire
A       s the sparks flew upward higher and higher.
I warmed myself and looked around
       And everyone busy there I found.
A. S. Layton was counting the gold
       For which their goods that day had sold.
John Cowdrey was waiting on Danny Reed
       McVey was rustling around indeed;
But it was getting rather late,
       And I had but little time to wait,
Till all had gathered round the fire
       About my business to inquire.
Layton would crack a funny joke
       Dutch Covington would sit and smoke.
And Henry McCabe came in awhile
       I think he wanted to buy a file.
He joined our crowd and then came others
       With their fathers, sons and brothers;
And I did not get away,
       Till not much was left of day.
I crossed over to McDowell's store
       But he had already locked the door;
So his face I did not see
       Which he'll regret as much as me.
Ben Weast's old shop I quickly passed
       In Wilson's Drugstore, I stopped and gassed
With three or four I long had known,
       Then onward walked on steps of stone.
I entered the store of Berry and Son
       Shook hands and chatted with everyone;
This fire is also doing well,
       And many goods they daily sell.
Cam was down about the mines,
       Jim Wickersham was penning lines,
To Powel, Clayton and Logan Roots
       And I would almost bet my boots,
If Jim is treated half way fair,
       He'll be our next Land Register.
Uncle Jim Berry was fixing his book,
       My hand, however, he readily shook.
We talked about tariff, we talked about trusts
       We gave the Republicans many hard thrusts;
Ere long I heard a supper bell
       And I pulled out for the hotel.
* * *
I've eaten my supper
And gone to bed
And laid my head
Upon my pillow,
And like the willow,
The wild wind waves
O're dead men's graves,
I'll gently sway
Till dawn of day.

Cont'd. next week

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