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Unquenchable.
My love is like the dewy rose
She wears upon her breast,
Her breath is like the wind that blows
Balm-laden from the west;
Her smiles are like the sunlight shed
On wavelets as they roll,
And like the blue sky overhead,
Her purity of soul.
Her generous thoughts are like the rain
That falls on high or low;
Her kindly gifts to age and pain
None but the wretched know.
Her sympathies are broad as day
And starry as the night,
And when there's darkness on the way,
Her presence sheds a light!
Such were my thoughts when Love was
young,
But now, when Love is old,
Each fancy of my pen or tongue
Is silver turned to gold.
I woo’d her in the morn of life,
Ere yet by sorrow tried,
And now I cherish her as wife—
More than I loved as bi ide.
—[Charles Mackay, in Temple Bar.
A Desperate Encounter.
BY DAVID KER.
The sun is just rising on a glorious
summer morning in the E istern Cau
casus, and in its growing light the dew
drops on the fresh grass sparkle like
diamonds, while the far-off mountain
peaks flush from gray into purple and
from purple into crimson, and then kin
dle to living fire as hilltop after hilltop
catches the broadening splendor, till all
above and below is one blaze of glory.
Over earth and sky broods a hush as
• deep and solemn as that of the first
morning of creation, and strangely out
of place amid that universal peace is
this sudden trample of hurrying hoofs,
and this cloud of wild faces, and
prancing horses, and clanking sabers,
and shining gun-barrels, that comes
rushing past like a whirlwind. What
does all this mean?
It means that Schamyl’s guerrillas are
at their favorite work once more. Last
night fifteen hundred of them swooped
from the mountains upon a thriving vil
lage in the plain below, which had made
peace with the Russians, and was there
fore marked for vengeance. The
wretched inhabitants, awakened by the
crackling of fire and the yell of the ter
rible mountain war-cry, fell like sheep
before these men to whom mercy was
unknown. When the hopeless resist
ance had ended with the death of the
last man who attempted it, the prison
ers and plunder were hastily bound upon
all the horses that could be collected;
and now the slayers are hurrying back
to the hills with their booty and their
captives, exulting in their bloody work.
But they are not to escape so easily.
The flames of the burning village carry
the alarm more swiftly than any courier,
and the nearest Russian posts are at
once on the alert. All through the long
night the flying raiders hear the trample
of unseen pursuers growing up out of
the cold black distance behind them,
and gnash their teeth at the thought
that the hated ‘'Tchernemorskie Koza
ki” (Black Sea Cossacks), who have so
often overmatched them in their own
mode of warfare, are on their trail once
mor j.
» Morning comes at last, and as the
Circassians pause to breathe their pant
ing horses, the sheltering hills to which
they are flying loom out very near at
hand; but by this time the pursuing
hoof-tramp of the Cossacks sounds so
loud and so close behind them that
there is no longer any doubt about their
being overtaken and attacked before
they can gain the mountains. And
now, bursting at full gallop over the
crest of one of the low ridges of this
“rolling prairie,” the pursuers come in
sight for the first time, and the Circas
sians turn in their saddles to look at
them. Instantly the dark faces of the
savage Mohammedan warriors light up
with a terrible joy, and a hoarse, hun
gry roar of vengeful triumph ssems to
rend the very air. The Russians who
arc chasing the fifteen hundred guerril
las number only sixty-six I
“race round, my sons,’* roan the
Circassian leader, “and swallow up the
In fact, the Russian colonel had run
himself aud his Cossacks into a peril
that might well startle even him.
Neither knowing nor caring whether
the enemy whom he has to pursue num
ber fifty or five thousand he has darted
in chase of them with what few men he
could get together in haste, barely one
hundred in all, and of these a full third
have fallen behind on the way, so swift
and unrelenting has the pursuit been.
And now he suddenly finds himself con
fronting, with sixty-six men, one thou
sand five hundred of the boldest and
fiercest fighters on the face of the
earth.
But Colonel Soussloff is the very man
for such an emergency. Ills face seems
to harden suddenly like congealed metal
but he gives his orders quietly and
coolly as ever, bidding his men dis
mount, range their horses in a circle,
knot their bridles together, and man
this living breastwork against the ene
my. The Cossacks obey with silent
promptitude, and not a moment too
soon; for the last knot is barely tied
when the Circassians, with a yell worthy
of the wolves of their native mountains,
come down upon them like a mighty
wave.
“Fire!” thunders the colonel, and
instantly all is one crash of musketry,
and one whirl of hot stifling smoke,
through which the Circassians’ answer
ing volley flashes like lightning playing
in a cloud; and the battle begins in
earnest. Not a glimpse can the foes
catch of one another; but ever and anon
some Russian who is doggedly loading
and firing within the terrible circle
suddenly sees tho face of the comrade
beside him stiffen in death or fall writh
ing in mortal agony. Closer and closer
press the assailants; hotter and hotter
grows the fire. All around the fatal
ring the plain is like a flower-bed with
the gay dresses of the slain Circassians,
while within it the ground is snowed
over with the white frocks of fallen Cos
sacks. Half the Russian horses are lying
dead, and the iron circle is beginning to
yield; but the unconquerable men pile
the corpses of their comrades upon those
of their horses, and over ihii hideoui
redoubt the battle begins anew.
Souissloff,standing like a tower among
his few remaining soldiers, is just say
ing a cheery word to brave young Cap
tain Fediouskin, when he sees the
bright, boyish face growsuldenly white
and pinched with mortal pain.
“Are you hit, my boy?’ asks the
veteran tenderly, as he catches the
nerveless figure in his arms.
“My thigh's broken,” gasps the gal
lant lad, trying hard to steady his
tremulous tones.
“Then, for God’s sake! ’ cries Sous
sloff, “cling to your horse, or to me,
or to anything you like, so long as you
don’t fall It all depends on tho officers
now. You’re a favorite with the men,
and if they see you go down, they'll
lose heart at once. Keep up a little
longer, for the love of Heaven! ’
But the last words are drowned in
the roar of the Mussulman war-shout‘
“Allah Ackbar!’ (God is victorious!)
as 'the human timers around them,
maddened by the long struggle and the
fearful slaughter, come raging on to
overwhelm the indomitable handful by
sheer weight of numbers. And now the
fight grows fierce and horrible—no
longer a strategic combat of discip
lined men, but a blind welter of wild
beasts. Cossacks throttle Circassians;
Circassians fix their teeth in the throats
of Cossacks. Men, locked together in
a deadly grapple, fall under the feet
of the combatants, and are trampled
to death without relaxing their grasp,
“Fight to the last, boys- show these
unbelieving dogs how Russian soldiers
can die!” roars Soussloff, who, with
his foot on his dying horse aud his arm
around the fainting Fediouskin, hacks
and slashes like a giant at the grim
faces that eddy spectrally through the
billowing smoke.
Just then Major Kampkoff, with a
muttered oath, leaves his broken sword
blade sticking in the cloven skull of a
Circassian, and seizing the musket of a
fallen soldier, braiu* three of hi* aoan-
SAVANNAH, GA.. SATURDAY. JUNE 23.1888
end. Sergeant Vioulkoff, left unarmed,
stuns tho nearest foeman with a tre
mendous blow of his fist, and tearing the
yataghan (saber) from his grasp, hews
off a Circassian’s arm at the shoulder as
one would shred a bulrush. All order,
all discipline, is now lost; the whole
ring is one roaring whirl of slashing
swords and stabbing bayonets, pound
inggunstocks, yells, groans and curses.
Blood runs like water, and death comes
blindly, no one knows whence or how.
But all at once tho hellish uproar is
out-thundered by a mightier burst of
sound, and Soussloff’s set, grim face
lights up as it has never done before.
“Courage, bids!” ho shouts in a voice
like the blast of a trumpet; “hero are
our men coming at last. We’re saved I’’
The good news is true. A body of
infantry sent in haste to support them,
has just come up and opened fire with
its light mountain guns, while tho
colonel’s own stragglers are seen on tho
other sido urging forward their jaded
horses to join tho fray! A howl of im
potent fury rises as tho bafllod assail
ants wheel round and melt like belated
ghosts into the mountain mist, while
tho little handful of heroes who have
survived this unheard-of combat (among
whom there is not one man who has
not his wound to show) wipe tho blood
from their faces, and lift up their pow
der-blackened hands in silent praise to
God.— • [The Cosmopolitan.
Round-Shouldered Children.
“For some time past,” says Dr. Tul
liode Suzzira-Verdi in tho Washington
Star, “I havo noticed children from
tho ages of 10 to 15 growing round
shoulder d and I believo it to bo duo to
tho careless training of parents, and I
advised and scolded in many instances.
This morning, however, I noticed four
children of the same family (boys and
girls) all round-shouldered and inquired
of the parenrs the cause of that anoma
lous condition. I was told that these
same children had become erect during
three weeks they had been detained
from school on account of measles in tho
family, but that they had resumed their
bent appearance a few days after their
return to school. Inquiring further,
tho children informed mo that
they were required to sit in school
with their arms folded across their
chests, for tho purpose of fixing their
attention. Such a posture during the
period of physical development, main
tained daily for many hours, will cause
the growing ribs and cartilages to adapt
themselves to its requirement, and tho
stoop of the shoulders and tho contrac
tion of tho chest finally to become per
manent. This would not distort tho
natural shapo of man and women, but
deprive them of tho free circulation of
air and blood so important to life. It
is bad enough that children should
have to sit qiietly five or six hours a
day, but that they should bo kept in
positions which prevent tho develop
ment of their chest is almost incredi
ble.”
He Knew the Skeleton.
A physician living in Philadelphia is
noted for his extreme thinness, which
is made more apparent by his height of
six feet four inches. Several days ago,
during his absence, a match-boy called
at his house, was admitted, taken into
tho back office, and tho doctor’s wife
bought some of his stock. The money
was in a closet, in company with an ar
ticulated skeleton, which was disclosed
as soon as the door was opened. The
boy took one look at the grinning hor
ror, and fled from the house, leaving
both money and matches. This was
related to the doctor, and several days
afterward the same boy was seen pass
ing the house. On tho doctor's atten
tion being called to the fact, he went to
tho door, and beckoned the lad to come
to him. Holding his fingers to his nose
in a very expressive, but vulgar manner,
tho match-boy shouted out: “Not
much, you tig old ekelington! I
knows yer, even if yer havo got on yer
clothes!—[Argon aut.”
To smile at the jsit which plants a
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Without hearts there is no home.
Little sorrows complain loudly; deep
distress is silent.
Small ideas and big words make a
painful combination.
We are never so good as when we
possess a joyful heart.
Happiness is always whore wo find it,
but rarely whore we seek.
A man’s part is to boar prosperity or
adversity in a right spirit.
Good company and good conversation
are tho very sinews of virtue.
Small and steady gains give compe
tency with tranquility of mind.
Never run into debt unless you see
plainly away to get out again.
If any one speaks evil of you, let
your life bo so that no ono will believe
him.
If your hands cannot be usefully em
ployed, attend to the cultivation of
your mind.
Let a man give tho reins to his impul
ses and passions, and from that moment
ho yields up his moral freedom.
Os all tho things which man can do
or make here below, by far the most
momentous, wonderful and worthy uro
the things wo call books.
To Harness Niagara’s Flood.
A somewhat startling proposition in
connection with tho general subject of
tho transmission of energy to a distance
by electricity was advanced by that
eminent engineer, tho late Charles W.
Seimons of London, who, in 1877, ex
pressed his conviction that by this
means tho enormous energy of tho fall
ing water at Niagara might be trans
ferred to New York City, and there
utilize! for mechanical purposes. In
1879, Sir William Thompson, tho elec
trician, publicly asserted his belief in
tho possibility, by means of an insulated
copper wire, half an inch in diameter,
of taking 20,000 horse-power from
water-wheels driven by the falls, and
of delivering 21,000 horse power at a
distanco of 300 statute miles. Ho esti
mated that the cost of copper for the lino
would be less than sls per horse power
of energy actually delivered at tho re
mote station. A series of extensive and
costly experiments of this character have
been zealously prosecuted within the
last few years by HL Marcel Deprez, a
French electrical engineer, who was
fortunate enough to obtain tho financial
assistance of the Rothschilds. The
results attained havo been much criti
cised by the profession in other coun
tries, but it seems indisputable that on
at least one occasion more than thirty
five horse-power was delivered at the
terminal of a conductor seventy miles in
length, sixty-two horse-power having
been applied to drive the generator,
showing a total loss of energy approxi
mating forty-three per cent., a result
which cannot bo looked upon as un
satisfactory. [Scribner' 8.
Jealousy Cured Her Illness.
One of the most probable of wonder
ful cures is reported from Hartford
City, Ind. Miss Mary Jane Roberts is
the daughter of a wealthy farmer, and
three years ago, she and a young farmer
by the name of Cole plighted their
troth. Shortly after tho engagement
Mary Jane went on a visit to Cincinnati
friends and while in that city had a fall
which brought on paralysis. She has
since been a confirmed invalid and not
long ago her lover began to cast his
glances in another direction until it was
rumored that ho was contemplating
another engagement. The friends of
tho girl feared to tell her of this for a
time, but it was impossible to keep her
in ignorance. When told of the frailty
of her lover she did not swoon nor even
weep. She set her teeth and climbed
out of bed. She said she felt a little
weak but would be well before that man
should marry another woman. She is
now ax well as ever and is to be marri.d
In ». few days. “When a woman wUI,
»h® will, and you can depend on't”
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‘•Masquerading” For Moose.
Under tho present game laws of tho
State of Maino the killing of more than
ono mooso during a hunting season by
any hunter is strictly prohibited under
heavy penalties. By that provision of
tho law, together with other wise ones,
tho woods of Maine are once again
thickly populated by moose which were
so rare fivo years ago as to bo almost
extinct. “Masquerading for moose”
was a stylo of hunting to which the
scarcity of tho animal, up to tho time
the law stopped in to uid it, could bo in
a great measure charged. Masquerad
ing for moose originated with Nato
Moore, of Somerset county, Maine, in
18G1. In that year there was a herd
of moose in Moxey township but they a
were so wary and shy that Nato
was unable with all hit skill to get
within gunshot of them, although he
camo in sight of them frequently. Ono
day after a long snowstorm the hunter
found the herd feeding on a side hill,
where there were a number of tree
stumps all covered with snow. Mooro
made up his mind that if he should dress
himself in white he might steal close
enough to tho herd to get a shot. Ho
went home, got a sheet and wrapped
himself in it from head to foot. Ho
stole noiselessly along, and stalked to
within 200 yards of tho herd before his
presence was noticed by any of tho ]
moose. Then one lifted his head os if ’
listening. A moose’s hearing is very J
acute, the breaking of a
twig being sufficient to stam
pede a herd a distance away. When the
moose raised his head Moore stood still
and looked so much like tho snow
covered stumps of the trees about him
that tho suspicions of the herd were re
moved, and tho hunter stalked on as
tho mooso resumed their digging away
the snow togot at tho moss and acorns.
Moore’s masquerading was so successful
that ho stole within short gunshot of
the herd without being discovered.
There were ten moose in tho band, and
ho killed four of them before they got
out of range. After that masque rading
for mooso was adopted by many hunt
era, much to tho regret of lovers of le
gitimate sport. Caribou were hunted
in the same way, and a noted hunter
named James Parker on one occasion
killed sev.-n of these great animals in
Moxey pond be fora tho band, in which
there were twenty-seven, could get
away from his Winchester.---[Mail and
Express.
Teaching the Crew a Lesson.
On a recoct cruise of the United
States man-of-war Michigan a sailor,
who is a Chicago man, attem- ted to
throw an exhausted quid of tobacco
over tho rail into the water. His aim
was bad, and tho quid fell on tho
deck. An officer observed it He
would not allow the sailor to touch it,
but ord:red tho entire crew to rig up a
gun tackle. The gun tackle is a hawser
three and a half inches thick, and
weighs 2500 pounds. Being seldom if
ever use J, it was stowed away in the
hold and covered up. To get it on
deck and rig it up is a long, hard task.
But the gun tacklo was rigged up, aud
the commanding cfficer attached to it a
silk thread. lie made a loop in the
thread, lassoed tho quid of tobacco,
made it fast, all hands gave a long pull
and a strong pull, and tho quid of tobac
co was hoisted ovetboard. Then tho
gun tackle was taken down and stowed
away in tho hold. It required eleven
hours of hard work to get the tobacco
overboard, and it is the opinion of tho
commanding officer that no more quids
of tobacco will be thrown on tho deck
of the Michigan for sems timo to come.
—[Milwaukee Wisconsin.
—■i.l, in
Delicate Touch.
“Do you know,” asked tho snake ed
itor, “that color can bo detected by the
touch?”
“No,” replied tho horse editor]
‘‘Have you learned the scliemef’
“Not all of it, but I have learned »
little.”
“Indoedr’
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