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®ht Sawuml) Srilmnt. B. W. WHITE, Souoxtom. [ VOL. 11. JTEWLY FITTED UP. LABORINgIS’S home Restaurant & Lodging, Wm. B. Brown, Proprietor, 189 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA, Meals at all hours. Choicest brands of Nines, Hguors and cigars always on hand. BETNIXETOT’S HUMAN HAIR EMPORIUM. Ladies’ and Gents’ wigs made to order. Also Fronts, Toupees, Waves, Curl£ Frizzes and Hair Jewelry. We root and make up ladies’ own combings in any desirable style. We have character Wigs and Beards of all kinds to rent for Mas querades and entertainments. Ladies and children Hair cutting and shampooning. Also, hair dressing at your residence if required. We cut and trim bangs in all of the latest styles. Cash paid for cut hair and combings of all kinds. All goods willingly exchanged if not satisfactory. Kid Gloves Cleaned. R. M. BENNETT, No. 56 Whitaker St. Savannah, Ga. FRANKLIN F. JONES AT STALL NO. 31, IN THE MARKET, Announces to his friends and. the public that he keeps on hand a fresh supply of the best Beef, Veal and Mutton, also al! kinds of game when in season, and will be glad to wait on his customers as usual with politeness and promptness. His prices are reasonable and satisfaction is guaranteed. Goods delivered if desired. DON'T FORGET. STALL NO. 31. GREEN GROCERY. HENRY FIELDS THE OLD RELIABLE GRFEN GROCER WOULD inform his friends and the public that he still holds the fort t his old stand corner South Broad and East Boundry streets, where he keeps on hand constantly, a full supply of fresn Beef, Veal, Mutton, Pork, Fish, Poultry, Eggs, Game and all kinds of Vegetables. Prices reasonable —to suit the times. Goods delivered if desired. FOB GOOD JOB PRINTING —4O TO TM*— SAVANNAH TRIBUNE, Envelopes, Business Cards, Statements, Posters, And in fact everything , in the Job Printing line neatly and cheaply ex ecuted at short notice. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Give us a cal!. SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 24.1887. When Janie Milked the Tows. i he daisy held her dainty cup To catch the dew drops bright; The beo had kissed the clover bobs, And bade them all good night; I he katydid had tuned her song Among the apple boughs, And farther stretched the shadows long, When Janie milked the cows. The swallows flitted here and there, The bat had left his bower, The primrose with a bashful air, Unclosed her petaled flower, The whippoorwill his plaintive tale Proclaimed ’neath wooded boughs, And twilight dropped her dusky veil, While Janie milked the cows. And Ben, the plow-boy, strolling by, Conies through the open bars, While softly in the western sky Shine out the tranquil stars. And while the corn blades whisper low, Two lovers pledge their vows, Amid the twilight's purple glow, Wjjile Janie milked the cows. * * * * A little cottage, snug andaew, With hop vines at the door; The sunbeams, peeping softly through Lie dancing on the floor. And when the first pale evening stars Shine through the forest boughs, Young farmer Ben, beside the bars. Helps Janie milk the cows. —Helen Whitney Clarke. The Angel of the Crimea. Sixty years ago, in the city of Florence, Italy, a little girl was born, daughter of William Nightingale, a rich land owner. The little girl was named Florence, for the city of her birth. Most of her time she spent at her father’s home in Eng land, where he instructed her carefully in her studies. She grew up a well educated girl, pretty and rich; but she did not care to be a painter, or a poetess, or a singer. All her thought seemed to be how she might please and help those about her who needed help or comfort. She was fond of all the animals, and so gentle, that they seemed to be equally fond of her. One day she found in the cottage of an old shepherd a favorite sheep-dog Cap, whose leg had been so badly hurt by a stone that his master thought it was broken and he would have to hang the poor creature to put him out of pain. But Florence went to see the dog, and found that the leg was not broken, only very much bruised and swollen. She found an old flannel petti coat and tore it into strips; then wrung them out in hot water and laid them ten derly on poor Cap’s swollen leg. In a few days he was well again and able to tend his sheep. Sometimes Florence's family passed a season in London; and here, instead of giving all her time to concerts and par ties, she would visit hospitals and be nevolent institutions. When the family traveled in Egypt she came across several sick Arabs, and took care of them until they were well. No doubt these poor Arabs thought the English girl was a saint sent down from heaven. By-and-by she began to realize the need of studying the business of taking care of the sick; just as one would study medicine, or law, or any other profes sion ; and as her family traveled in Italy and France and Germany,she visited the different asylums and hospitals, care fully noting the treatment given in each. Then she spent several months in a great hospital on the Rhine, and took a thor ough course of instruction, so that when she came back to her home in England she knew more about taking care of sick people than most of the doctors. In London there was a hospital for sick governesses; but nobody seemed very interested in these poor overworked teachers, and lhe hospital was about to fail for lack of means. But Florence Nightingale took hold of the enterprise, and gave her time and money to it for several years, until by her efforts it was at last made prosperous. Then came that war against Russia which took place on the peninsula of Crimea. England sent out shiploads of men to the Black Sea to figh||With Rus -1 sia; but in the hurry to get away very little thought was taken to provide • proper food or clothing, and in the des i date country to which they went both 'men and animals suffered. After the 1 first winter cholera broke out, and in one camp it was so terrible that twenty men died in twenty-four hours. During the stormy weather matters were worse; water sometimes a foot deep in the tents; the trenches turned into dykes, and the men obliged to wade in them twelve hours at a time without warm or water proof clothing—and dying by hundreds without help or care, save from their comrades iu misery; the sick tended by the sick; the dying by the dying. Dur ingone fearful winter, with snow three feet thick, many were frozen in their tents; and, out of forty-live thousand, more than eighteen thousand were re ported in the hospitals—more of the sick than the wounded. The English nation was aroused at this state of things. Money was ready, but money was not everything. The secre tary of war knew that a woman’s baud ’and a woman’s brain was needed at the Crimea; but would a rich, refined lady -—herself in frail health—leave her home and go thousands of miles to live in feverish hospitals where there were only men, and care for the sick and dying? At last the secretary of war wrote to Florence Nightingale: “There is only one person in England capable of organ izing and directing such a plan. I have this simple question to ask: Could you go out yourself and take charge of everything? You will have absolute au thority over all the nurses; unlimited power to draw on the government; and I think I may assure you of the co-oper ation of the medical staff. Your per sonal qualities, your knowledge, and your authority in administrative affairs, all fit you for this position. This was true. It was a great work to be performed. It needed a great woman and one who was qualified in every direction. In fact it needed Florence Nightingale and she went. For a year and a half till the close of the war she did a wonderful work, reducing the death rate in the Barrack Hospital from 60 per cent, to a little above one per cent. Said the London Tinies corres pondent: “She is a ‘ministering angel,’ without any exaggeration in these hos pitals, and as her slender form glides quietly along each corridor, every poor fellow’s face softens with gratitude at the sight of her.” One of the soldiers wrote home: “She would speak to one and another, and nod and smile to many more; but she could not doit to all, you know, for we lay there by hundreds ;but we could kiss her shadow as it fell, and lay our heads on the pillows again con tent.” Another wrote home: “Before she came there was cussin’ and swearin’, and after that it was as holy as a church." No wonder she was called the “Angel of the Crimea.” Once she was prostrat ed with fever but recovered after a few weeks. Finally the war came to an end. Lon don was preparing to give Miss Nightin ,gale a royal welcome, when, lo! she took passage on a French steamer, and reached Lea Hurst, unbeknown to any one. There was a murmur of disappointment at first, but the people could only«honor all the more the woman who wished no blare of trumpets for her humane acts. Queen Victoria sent for her to visit her at Balmoral, and presented her with a valuable jewel. The Sultan sent her a magnificent bracelet, and the Govern ment, $250,000, to found a school for nurses at St. Thomas' Hospital. Since the war Miss Nightingale has never been in strong health, but she has written several valuable books.—[Treasure Trove. How Indians Poison their Arrows. It was a long time before Friday came, and I began to think that he was going to disregard my summons, and was get ting angry, when he suddenly put in an appearance. I explained to him what I wished to know, and without the slight est hesitation be said to the venerable arrow maker: “Tell my brother all about the poi soned arrows." “Well,” said the old man, “first we take a bloated yellow rattlesnake in Au gust, when he is most poisonous, and tie him with a forked stick to a stake; then [w» tease him until he is in a rage. This i is done by passing a switch over bis body from his Lead to bh tail. When he thresheo the ground with lus body and his ©yes grow bright and sparkle like diamonds, we kill a deer, autelope or some other small animal, and tear ing out the liver throw it to the snaks while it is warm and the blood is still coursing through it. The reptile will strike it again and again, and pretty soon it will turn black. When he tires the snake is teased again, and he is induced to sink his fangs into the soft flesh until all the poison has been extracted from him and the liver Is reeking with it. lie is then killed, and the liver lifted with a sharp pole, for so dangerous is it no one dares to touch it. The liver is let lie for about an hour, when it will be a jet black and emit a sour smell. Arrows are then brought and their iron heads pushed into the liver up to the shaft. They are left sticking there for about an hour and a half, when they are with drawn and dried in the sun. A thin glistening yellow scum adheres to the arrow, and if it so much as touches the raw flesh it is certain to poison it to death.” ’ I asked if Indians still used poisoned arrows. “No,” he replied, “no man, Indian or white man, for years past has been shot with these arrows, and they are no longer made.—[Omaha Republi can. Worms that Eat Steel Rails. The existence Jias just been discovered of a detestable microbe which feeds upon iron with as much gluttony as the phyl loxera upon the vine. Some time ago the greatest consternation existed among the engineers employed on the rail way at Hagen by the accidents oeci’irring always at the same place, proving that some terrible defect must exist either in the material or the construction of the rails. The German Government di rected an inquiry to be made and a Com mission of Surveillance to be formed for the purpose of maintaining constant watch at the spot where the accidents —one of them attended with loss of life—had occurred. It was not, how ever, until after six months had elapsed that the surface of the rails appeared to be corroded, as if by acid, to the extent of 100 yards. The rail was taken up and broken, and it was perceived that it was literally hollowed out by a thin gray worm, to which the qualifleatioa of “railoverous” was assigned, and by which name it is to be classed in natural history. The worm is said to be two centimetres in length and of the size of the prong of a silver fork iu circum ference. It is of a light gray color, and on the head carries two little glands filled with a corrosive secretion, which is ejected every ten minutes u|xiu the iron. This liquid renders the iron soft and spongy, and of the color of rust, and it is then greedily devoured by the in sect. “There is no exaggeration,” says the official report of the commission, “in the assertion that this creature, for its kind, is one of the most voracious kind, for it has devoured thirty-six kilo grammes of rail in a fortnight.”— Diamonds in Georgia. A diamond of considerable siae, we are informed, was found in this county not Jong since, that has been variously estimated by experts to be worth from SI2OO to SISOO. It is being set in its rough state, and will be on exhibition soon. Fine diamonds have been found in this county and large quantities of flexible sandstone, the matrix of the diamond, appears in many places, it is therefore reasonable to infer that many of these precious stones will yet be found here whenever they are sought for by those would know them when seen. —[Gainesville (Ga.) Record.. Not Necessary. Neighbor—Wlmt beautiful hens you have, Mrs. Stuck up. Mrs. Stuckup—Yes, they ure all im ported fowls. Neighbor—You don’t tell me so; I suppose they lay eggs every day? Mrs. Stuckup (proudly)—They could do so if they saw proper,but my circum stances are such that my hens are not re quired to lay eggs every day.—[Texas Siltings. (f 1.25 Per Annum; 75 cents lor Six Months; < 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies { 5 ©cuts'-In Advanoe. Alaska's Giant Glacier. At about five o'clock we came in sight o' the Muir Glacier, which presented a solid wall across the bay, white, massive and majestic, says an Alaska comspon dent to the San Francisco Bulletin. It seemed in its cold grandeur like the re pose of some monster beast not yet wakened from its night's slumber. At nine o’clock we anchored and the pas sengers were lauded on th© adjacent shore, when a stampede at once began for the glacier, and every soul climbed its rugged sides. This feat involved neither risk nor danger, the surface was rough, sometimes gravelly, occa sionally muddy, and often Steep, but always perfectly safe except from the possible consequences of a bruised knee or a sprained ankle, and the proof of this is that everybody (men, women and children) climbed as high as they could go, and all got down and back to the steamer without a single accident. Standing below and looking up into tho face of that shimmering mass, one is re minded of the flight of the Israelites,the parting of the waters of the Red Sea and the fate of Pharaoh. The creeping of glaciers is an established fact in physi cal history, and this one is said to be a living one, advancing at the rat© of 15- inches a year, but it encroaches no far ther on the sea, and never advances be yond its present boundary, because the temperalure of the water is so much warmer thim the ice, that as it cravflx into the sea it perpetually melts below and breaks off above. The breaking and falling of the ice is accompanied by detonating reports, and it is an interest ing sight to witness. Sometimes a small piece of only a few pounds and other times the face of a whole encarptuent weighing tons, now a projection, gives way, and then a peak topples over, all,, of which keeps up an agitated sea at its base with mimic waves. Bound to Get the Book. A former old bachelor, of Spruce street, who is a great lover of books, employed an old woman to take care of his rooms. The work of arranging and dustiqg the library led Martha to be smitten with a taste for reading, She began to spend all lier earnings in buy ing books. Not long ago she entered the library with a parcel of books picked up at a book stall. Iler employer, seiz ing one of the books, exclaimed: *’How much did you give for this?” “Thirty cents,” replied Martha. “Thirty cental Why, this book is worth $3000,” cried the collector. “I’ll give you $5 for it." r “You have just told me, sir, it is worth $3060. I will not sell it for less.” The book was a first edition, ex tremely rare, of Montaigne. The servant* would not take lew than S3OOO. Thia was more than the bookworm would agree to pay for it. He thought thxr matter over for a month. Finally said he to himself: “This woman takes good care of me. She seems to have the same passion for old books that I have. Why should I not marry her? I should then, have my Montaigne.” He popped the question, was accepted, and the old servant brought him the book byway of a dowry.—[Philadelphia News. ——WR—■—■■Hl ■ - The Meaning of Idaho. Those who have wandered among the Rockies and gazed upon the summits of the great Snowy range before the sun had climbed high enough to turn the crystal rivers into silver and light up the plains with glory, have seen in the dim light of the dawning day the white peaks suddenly gleaming as though the gates of the other world had opened and a flood of the radiance from within had been permitted to fall on the snow; so high up that the footsteps of man and the dust of the world have never beent able to contaminate it. The sheen is brighter than the stars on the sea, and the dazzling splendor of jewels cannot compare with it. This glittering ap pearance is called by the Indiana! ,< “Idaho," mid the nearest the language can express it is “the pern of the mountains,” with which name the territory seems to have been »S>- ■ du wed. —[Good <Jhevr. • -.a NO. 19.