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Lnter ed according lO Act of Congress, in June, 1368, by J. W. Burse & Cos., in tho Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the nited States for the So. District of Georgia.
VOL. 11.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
A COUNTRY SCENE.
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ittle harry temple- j
TON was delighted when his i
f/HAW- mother told him, one morn- j
ing, that he was to spend a part of his I
vacation at his Uncle Harvey’s, in the
country. Harry went to school in Ma
con, but there was always a vacation of
several weeks about Christmas time,
and as his Uncle Harvey had a little
boy about Harry’s age, he anticipated
rare sport while there.
One morning his uncle told two of the
hired men to take the cart, and go to
the new ground for a load of brush.
Ho you know what brush is? I will
tell you ? In clearing up a piece of new
ground, a great many large trees are cut
down, some for wood, and others to be
split up into rails for fencing. They
generally make rails of the trunks of the
trees, and use the tops and limbs for
wood. But there are a great many
small branches, which are not large
enough for wood, and these are piled
up and made into what are called
u brush heaps,” and after they are
thoroughly dried, they are set on fire
and burned up. The brush are gener
ally burned at night, and it is a very
beautiful sight, besides affording rare
sport.
But Mr. Harvey wanted some of the
longest and straightest of these branches
brought home and put away, to be used
in the spring for sticking the peas and
beans. Here you see a picture of the
cart, with its load of brush. One of
the men is driving, while the other man
and Harry and his cousin are in the
front of the cart, with the brush. An
other man is holding the gate open, and
Jowler, the dog, seems to be quite as
much interested as either of the boys.
Ho you see that little baby in its mo
ther’s arms, at the door? That is the
wife and baby of the man who is open
ing the gate. He lives in the cottage,
and works for Mr. Harvey. As soon as
the cart has passed through the gate, he
will go into the cottage and eat his din-
MACON, GEORGIA, DECEMBER 10, 1868.
ner, I expect Harry and his cousin are
hungry enough to enjoy ii, for exercise
gives a good appetite.
I wish I had time to tell you more of
what Harry saw in the country, and
with Mr. Burke’s consent, I may do so
one of these days.
Aurora Lyle.
A Bad Remedy,
A lady being asked for a recipe for
whooping-cough, for little twin patients
copied by mistake something referring
to the pickling of onions, which said :
“If not too young, skin them pretty
closely; immerse in scalding water;
sprinkle plentifully with salt; and
then leave them for a week in strong
brine.”
Mas not that c-nough to cure almost
any cough ?
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
THE LOST PLANET,
KfL-
Mr fl EY O NH the stars lived, years
ago, a race of people. How
■AjJAA, they came there, no one has
ever been able to tell, but it is believed
that they once lived on this world of
ours long before we came into existence;
that as they grew old they became light
er and lighter, until one day a strong
wind blew them all away. Higher and
higher the wind carried them, nor did
it cease to carry them higher until they
were borne to this land beyond the
stars. ’Tis said that when they arrived
there they were greatly surprised to
find that no trees, no birds, no flowers
were to be seen, nothing save the bare
ground on which they stood. The fear
ful thought crossed their minds that they
had only been carried there by the strong
winds, to die from thirst and starvation.
Looking over the edges of their new
world, seeing far below them the bright
stars, fancying they could see the trees,
the mountains, and the rivers of this
world, longing desires >vould come over
them of drinking its pure waters, and
tasting its sweet fruits once more.
Recollections of the world they once
inhabited, of all that grew beautiful and
flourished there, only caused deeper re
grets for their forced departure from it,
and strengthened their horror of this,
their desolate land.
Heart-sick, they laid themselves on
the bare ground 10 sleep, a sleep which
brought to them dreams of beautiful
cascades of water, and of trees, whose
boughs, filled with delicious ripe fruit,
touched the ground. It was only a
dream, for when they awoke, stronger
was their thirst, more intense their hun
ger.
Assembling together for the purpose
of ascertaining what should be done to
alleviate their sufferings, they decided
that the oldest should first be slain ;
that the body of the slain should be
given to satisfy their hunger, and the
blood to quench their thirst; and thus,
from day to day, should one be slain,
until only one remained. Heart-rend
ing were the cries of an old woman,
who, in accordance with their decision,
was being dragged forth to be slain ;
no eye seemed moistened with tears at
her fate, no pitying voice asked that the
life of the victim should be spared.
Forth from the pitiless crowd sprang a
fair maiden, beautiful as an angel: she
had come to save the old woman’s life,
—she had come to die in her stead.
The hand of the slayer trembled as lie
raised the knife to give the death blow
to tlie gentle maiden ; his eyes filled
with tears ; the knife glistened in the
light as it fell; it struck not the heart of
the maiden; blood flowed from her
wounded arm ; it crimsoned the earth.
Where the maiden’s blood tinged the
ground came a sound like the splash of
waters —gurgled then forth a limpid
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