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VOL. XXIV.
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Address CORNELIUS WILLINGHAM.
BARTOW COUNTY—OFFICIAL DIRECTORY.
County Officers.
Ordinary—J. A. Howard—Oflice, court lioase.
Sheriff— A. M. Franklin,
Deputy sheriff—John A. Gladden.
Clerk ol Superior Court—F. M. Durham.
Treasurer—Humphrey Cobb.
Tax Collector—Hailey liurton.
Tax Receiver—W. W. Ginn.
Commissioners—J. H, Wikle, secretary lA.
Knight; T.C Moore; A. A. Vincent ; T. C.
Hawkins. ’
CITY OFFICERS-CARTERSVILLE.
Mayor—John Anderson.
Board el Aldermen-Martin Cillins, E.
Payne, W. il. Harron, G. Harwell; J. Z. Me
£“Atowta. T " <UT *" : *• c - li<l "'“ rJs -
Clerk —George Cobb.
Treasurer—Benjamin F. Mountcastle.
Marshals--James D. Wilkerson, James
■Broughton.
Client II DIMECTORY.
Methodist—Rev. A. J. Jarrell, pastor.
Preaching every Sunday at 11 o’clock a. m. and
0 o clock, p. m. Sunday school every Sunday at
night* m * ri4^er meeting on Wednesday
Presbyterian- -Rev. Theo. E. Smith, pastor.
I reaching every Sunday at II o’clock, a. m.
Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o’clock.
Prayer meeting on Wednesday night.
Baptist—Rev. K. B. Headen, pastor. Preach
ing every Sunday at 11 o’clock, a. m., and 8 p.
m. Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o'clock.
Prayer meeting on Wednesday night.
Episcopal— ll. K. Rees, Rector. Services oc
casionally.
SECRET SOCIETIES.
A UICiHTS OF HONOR*
... ft
VAKKffi ft Bartow Cos. Lodge, No. 148, meets
every Ist and 3rd Monday night
Curry’s Ilall, cast side ol the
* TMp square, Cartersville, Ga.
W. L. Kirkpatrick, J. B. Conyers,
Reporter. Dictator
American legion of honor, carters
yille Council, No. 152, meets every second
and lourth Monday nights in Curry’s hall.
GBO. S. COBB, R. B. lIEAUDEN,
Secretary. Commander.
POST OFriCE DIRECTORY.
Mails North open 7:30 a m 4;50 p m
Mails South open 11:15 a m
Cherokee R. R. open 6:oUpm
Malls North close 10:20 a m 5:45 p m
Mails South close. 9:45 am 8:30 pm
Cnerokee R.R. close 9:30 an.
Keck Mail, via Fairmount,
leaves Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays at
6:00 am. Arrives Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays at6:oop m.
Money order and Registered Letter
Olfice open from 8:45 am to 5 p m.
General Delivery open from 8 a m to 6
p in. Open on Sunday from 9:50 to 10:3U am.
J. R. WIKLE, P. M.
SOUTHWARD,
STATIONS. No. 2. No. 4, No. 6.
Chatta’ga. 2 55pm i 7 05am 6 45am
Dalton, 420 ** 850 “ 1013 **
Kingston, 545“|10 20 “ 107 pm 5 20am
Cartersv’e 6 11 “ 10 47 “ 2 02 ** 5 54 •*
Marietta, 725“J11 52 “ 429 “ 726 “
CHEROKEE RAILROAD.
ON AND AFTER Monday, October, 11, 1880,
trains on this road will run daily, except
Sunday, as follows:
WESTWARD.
STATIONS. NO. 1. NO. 3.
Leave Cartersville, 10:00 a m 2:00 p m
Arrive at Stdosboro 10:36 a m 2:49 pin
“ Taylorsville... 10:57 a m 3:13 p m
Lock mart 11:36 am 4:07 p m
Cedartown .... 12:35 p m 5:30 p m
EASTWARD. •
STATIONS. NO. 2. NO. 4.
Leave Cedartown 2:00 p m 6:40 a m
Arrive at Rockmart 2:56 p m 8:09 a m
“ Taylorsville... 3:34 pm 9:13 am
•* Stiles boro 3:55 pm 9:40 am
“ Cartersville.... 4:30 pm 10:35 pm
WESTERN & ATLANTIC R. R.
ON AND AFTER Jan. 30th, |lBBl, trains on
this road will run as lollows:
NORTHWARD.
.. 4 n a- 11 lv ton*
STATIONS. No. 1. No. 3, NO. 11. Ac<%
Atlanta, 2 50pm 510 am 8 00am 4 15pm
Marietta, 335 “ 557 “ 852 “ 526 “
Cartersv’e 436 “ 7 18“ 954 “ 6 51“
Kingston, 500 “ 748 “ 10 21 “ 722 “
Dalton, 628 “ 92 1 “ 12 15pm
Chatta’ga. 81U “ 10 56 “ 146“
ROME RAILROAD COMPANY.
On and after Monday, Nov. 17, trains on this
Road will run as lollows:
MORNING TRAIN—EVERYDAY.
Leaves Rome 6-30 a m
Arrives at Rome 10.00 a m
EVENING TRAIN—SUNDAYS EXCEPTED.
Leaves Rome 5:00 a m
Arrives at Rome •• 8:00 p m
Both trains will make connection at Kings
ton with trains on the W. and A. Railroad, to
and from Atlanta and points South.
Eben Hillykb, Pres.
Jas. A. Smith, G. P. Agt.
TANARUS, W. MILNER. J. w. HARRIS, JR.
HILUH A HARRIS.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CARTERSVILLE. GA.
Office on .Vest Main street, above Erwin.
X7\V. FITE
ATTORNEY AT LAW!,
CARTERSVILLE, GA,,
Office:—With Col. A. Johnson, West side
public square. When not at olfice, can be found
at olfice of Cartersville Expre.- s, Opera House.
NATIONAL, HOTEL,
DALTON, GA.
J. Q. A. LEWIS, Proprietor.
THE ONLY FIRST CLASS HOTEL IN THE
City. Large, well ventilated rooms, splen
did sample rooms for commercial travelers,
polite waiters and excellent pure water.
Rates moderate. sepl9tl
ST. JAMES HOTEL.,
(CARTERSVILLE, GIA,)
mHK UNDERSIGNED HAS RECENTLY
X. taken charge of this elegant new hotel. It
has been newly furnished and is first-class in
all respects,
SAMPLE ROOM FOR COMMERCIAL TRAVELERS.
Favorable terms to traveling theatrical coin
companies. L. C. HOSS,' Proprietor.
The Cartersville Exp ress.
THE ENOCH OF CALAVERAS.
BRET HARTE
“Well, dog my cats! Say, stranger,
You must have traveled far!
Just flood your lower level
And light a fresh cigar.
Don’t tell me! In this weather!
, You hoofed it all the way-?
Well, slice my liver lengthwise l
Why, stranger, what’s to pay ?
“Huntin’ yer wife, you tell me!
Well, uow dog gone my skin !
She thought you dead and buried,
And then bestowed her f!n
Upon another fellow!
Ju6t put it here, old pard !
Some fellow stiikes the soft things
But you have hit it hard.
“I’m right on to your feelin’s
I know how it would be
If my own 6hrub slopped over
And got away from me.
Say, stranger, that old sage heu,
That’s cookin’ thar inside,
Is warranted the finest wool,
And justa square yard wide.
“I wouldn’t hurt yer, pardner,
But I tell you, no man
Was ever blessed as I am
With that old pelican.
It’s goin’ on some two year
Since she was j’ined to me,
She was a widder prior,
Her name was Sophy Lee—
“ Good God! Old man, what’s happened?
Her? She? Is that the one?
That’s her? Your wife, you tell me?
Now reach down for your gun.
I never injured no man,
And no man me, but squealed,
And any one who takes her
Must do it d—r-d well heeled!
“Listen! Surely! Certainly
I’ll let you look at her.
Peek through the door, she’s in thar.
16 that your furnitur’ ?
Speak, man ! Quick! You’re mistaken !
No! Yours! You recognize
My wife, your wife, the same one ?
The man who says so, lies!
“Don’t mind what I say, pardner,
I’m not much on the gush,
But this thing come down on me
Like fours upon a flush.
If that’s your wife—hold—steady !
That bottle. Now my coat.
She’ll think me dead as yon were.
My pipe. Thar. I’m afloat.
“But let me leave a message
iiw , iell her il.. t Jied.
No, no ; not that way, either.
Just tell her that I cried.
It don’t rain much. Now, pardner,
Be to her what I’ve been,
Or by the God that hates you,
You’ll see me back again ! ”
A withered and aged African, who
announced himself as “Judge Thom
as, of Cadady,” entered the office
neai the ferry dock yesterday morn
ing, and said he was collecting money
to help the Soathern negroes emi
grate to Liberia.
“How many want to go?” asked
the man at the desk.
“Well, sah, I reckon on about
5.000.”
“When do you intend to start
them ?”
“Airly in the spring, sah.”
“How much have you collected
thus far ?”
“In de neyborhood ob sixty cents,
as nigh as I kin reckon.
“And if I should give you a nickel,
that would be sixty-five cents?”
“Yes, sah.”
“Would sixty-five cents be of any
great help toward sending 5,000 col
ored people to Liberia?”
“Well, sah, it wouldn’t go a great
ways when you come right down to
de ackshul expenses, but I reckon dat
it would start a powerful thinkin’, it
it was only handled right.” —Free
Frees.
AN EASY PLACE.
Rev. Henry Ward Beecher some
time since received a letter from a
young man, who recommended him
self very highly as being honest, and
closed with the request, “Get me an
easy situation, that honesty may be
lewarded.” To which Mr. Beecher
replied: “Don’t be an editor, if you
would be ‘easy.’ Do not try the
law. Avoid school keeping. Keep
out of the pulpit. Let alone all
ships, stores and shops and merchan
dise. Abhor politics. Keep away
from lawyers. Don’t practice medi
cine. Be not a farmer nor a mechan
ic; neither a soldier nor a sailor.
Don’t think; don’t study. Don’t
work. None of them are easy. O
my honest friend, you are in a very
bad world ! I know of but one real
‘easy place’ in it. That is the grave.”
“I’m on the press,” said John
Henry, as he folded his girl in one
sweet embrace. “Well that is no
reason why you should try to pi the
form, she replied, as she re-arranged
her tumbl and collar and pinned up
her hair, which had become undone.
CARTERSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1881.
A COON HUNT
Disturbs the Rest of Mrs. Arp.
And Gives Her Distinguished
Husband a Chance to Morale
ize Upon the Morbid Cruelty
of Little Boys and the Ex
ceeding Sweetness of Little
Girls.
[Atlanta Constitution.]
The boys said it was too wet to
plow and they were going down to
hunt rabbits, so I concluded to go
along and tote the game. Mrs. Arp
said she Knew we wouldn’t kill
anything and we asked her if
she would cook* all we brought home,
and she said, “yes, and dress it too.”
About the ttme we got started the
two little chaps came up and begged
me so sweetly to let them go I
couldn’t refuse, and so there were
six of us in all, and two guus and
two dogs, and in about an hour we
had jumped six rabbits, and killed
five of them, and they were getting
awful heavy, when suddenly one of
the boys looked up in an elm tree
that was in the middle of a canebrake
and said, “I thought them things up
there were squirrels’ nests, but Ido
believe 1 saw one of ’em move.”
We all stopped and looked, and sure
enough it did move, aud the other
one moved, and vfe knew they were
coons. I never saw boys excited so
quick. They called the dogs and
made for the cane brake. The creek
was to cross and no log in sight, so
they just waded through and sur
rounded the tree and held the dogs
fast while one of the boys got ready
to fire. By this time I was getting
ready to be a boy again myself, and
I pulled the little chaps through the
cain till I found a log and got them
across and was soon on the battle
ground. Bang went a gun and down
came a wounded coon, the biggest
old fellow I ever saw, and I never
saw such a fight in my life. He
waseut iiurt much with the small
shot and he did fight and growl
and screech mostamazin.’ First one
dog and then the other backed out
WUU M uwm I*V> .uvu wv. ; _ t.ilu
again until finally old Zip surren
dered aud gave up the ghost. Bang
went another gun and the other coon
let go and fell into a fork and there
he lay dead for about fifteen minutes,
when one of the boys said he was
going to have him anyhow. So he
climbed the tree and when he had
got about fifty feet up, the coon
straightened up in the fork and
looked savagely at him and gave a
growl. I wish you could have seen
that boy slide. He came down that
tree like a fireman comes down a
scaling ladder. He left his hat and
right smart of his breeches on the
bark and grape vines. Weil, of
course they shot him again, and that
tumbled him, and then we had an
other fight, and the boys say they
never had as much fun, and they
feel sorry for your town boys who
don’t have any sport and are penned
up within brick walls, and the best
they can do is to waste a few dollars
on a French actress, and not know
a word she said, and then go hoaie
and say bully for Sara. Well, I
shouldered the bigest coon, and I
think he weighed about twenty
pounds when he started, and aeout
forty when I got home, and I laid
him down suddenly in Mrs. Arp’s
lap aud said “skin him and cook him
if you please.” I oughtent to have
done that. It was premature and
not altogether calculated to promote
our conjugal felicity. Mrs. Arp is a
stately, deliberate woman, but I
think she got up a little quicker than
I had ever observed her. She
thought it was a bear, or a hyena or
catamount, and she screamed accor
dingly. All that was last Monday
and I think she has about recovered
from it now, but if I were to kill a
thousand coons 1 wouldent try that
little joke again. It dident pay. I
wonder what makes men and boys so
cruel. My little girl was the only
friends those poor coons had and I
cannot tell what made me take
pleasure in their death. Boys begiD
early to show love of cruelty and de
struction. They rock the birds and
the cats and the chickens, and rob
the bird’s nests, and then they hunt
the rabbits and squirrels, and shoot
all sorts of wild animals just for
sport. There is an original sin about
them that don’t belong to girls.
Girls are lender jnd kind and sym
pathetic. I reckon that is one rea
son why we love ’em, but why they
love us I don’t know. I knew a boy
once who caught a wild tom cat in
the barn and tied a plow line round
his neck and lied the other end to a
ring behind the saddle that was on
the old mare hitched to the fence
and then turned the o- and mare loose
and pitched the cat on her back and
she run herself to death in fifteen
minutes, and the boys all laughed
and hollered and enjoyed it splendid.
That was mighty bad, but the boy
married one of the sweetest*girls in
the country and made a good hus
band and a kind father. I reckon
its the devil that i 8 in us for a while,
add then he quits us and goes into
somebody else or into some hogs or
mad dogs or something. They say
that every boy must sow his wild
oats, though I have noticed that it
takes some a heap longer than others
to do it. They love a noise and a
racket. They begin early to shoot
fire crackers and little pistols and
beat drums and tin pans and tie
things to the dogs’ tails and make
em fight and set em on the cats, and
a nigger cant go along the road but
what they whisper, sic him Cesar.
When they get bigger they want to
do something more heroic. They
want some girl to fall in the creek
so they can jump in and save her
life, or they want some wild horses
to run away with a carriage so they
can jump to the rescue of the ladies
and seize the furious animals and
jerk em down just in the nick of
time, or he wants to whip another
boy because ho bucked up to his
girl, andHvhat is curious about these
boys the girls seem to like that sort
the best. If I hadent fought a feller
who insulted me, Idont believe Mrs.
Arp would have surrendered. I
dont. May be she would have took
the other feller, and then what
would have become of me aud my
children ? It’s melancholly to think
of. I’m sorry we killed them coons,
for they dont do any harm to speak
of, and they are lively varmints and
enjoy life. The boys have got four
coon skins now, and the girls have
promised to make a rug out of them
with a striped tail sticking out at
every corner, and I’m going to put
it down in Mrs. Arp’s corner for her
on* f As v ali alonem&te*iLV ES&UIR;.
Sue always comes around right
when I show my rapentance, and
I’m shore to show it sooner or later.
Well, I suppoi-e the inauguration
is over and we have got a president
at last. Four years is a long time to
do without one. I’m glad they made
a big fuss over thesweanng in. Now,
if Mr. Garfield is going to be king
over all his objects and wants ’em to
love him, just let him throw our
share of the nubbins down this way.
That’s all we want.
Yours, Bill Arp.
SMALL FARMS.
[Montezuma Weekly.]
What we want is small farms well
cultivated. Thirty acres is a large
crop for a horse at the north, while
here we burden him down with fifty
and even sixty acress. The result is
the crops are half cultivated and al
lowed to be choked by weeds and
grass. Every weed and sprig of
grass that grows in your field takes
that much sustenance from the
ground which is needed by the other
plant. It is a mistaken idea that
grass ploughed under helps to enrich
the iand. As soon as a sprig of grass
appears it ought to be destroyed in
some way. It has a ready growth,
and cau only be kept in subjection
by going over it often. It you want
to be successful in your farms, study
farming. Learn what fertilizers are
best adapted to your particular land.
Have but a few acres to tach plow,
that they can pe well attended to.
We have passed by fields in Macon
county often where the weeds and
grass were more flourishing than the
corn or cotton growing thereon. As
long as this is kept up, our country
will continue to grow poorer.
Farmers, study this subject. You
have the most honorable occupation
of man, but don’t degrade It any
longer by allowing the ‘tares’ to
spring up and consume the bountiful
harvest which God is willing to give
you.
A young man at Keene, N. H.,
licked on 200 postage stamps and
went to bed with his tongue so
swelled that he could not speak for a
week. He wants the licker law
amended.
“What’s eggs this morning?”
“Eggs, of course,” says the dealer.
“Well,” says the customer, “I’m
glad of it, for the last I bought of
you were chickens.
PINS.
A correspondent of the New York
Post thus describes pin-making:
“The pin machine is one of the
closest approaches that mechanics
have made to the dexterity of the
human hand. A small machine,
about the height and size of a lady’s
sewing machine, only stronger,
stands before you. On the back side
a light belt descends from the long
shaft at the ceiling, that drives the
machines ranged in rows on the floor.
On the left side of our machine hangs
on a peg a small reel of wire, that has
been straighted by running through
a compound system of small rollers.
“The wire descends, and the end
of it enters the machine. It pulls
it in and bites it off by inches, in
cessantly, one hundred and forty
bites to the minute. Just as it sei
zes each bite, a little hammer, \vith a
concave face, hits the end of the wire
three taps, and ‘upsets’ it to a head,
while it grips it in a counter-sunk
hole between its teeth. With an
outward thrust of its tongue, it then
lays the pin side ways in a little
groove across the rim of a small
wheel that slowly revolves just un
der its nose. By the external pres
sure of a stationary hoop these pins
roll in their places as they are carried
under two series of small files, three
in each. These files grow finer to
ward the end of the series. They
lie at a slight inclination on the
points of the pins, and by a series of
cams, leavers and springs, are made
to play ‘like lightning.’ Thus the
pains are pointed and dropped in a
little shower into a box.”
“Twenty-eight pounds of pins is a
day’s work for one of these jerking
little automatons. Forty machines
on this floor make five hundred and
sixty pounds of pins daily. These
are then polished. Two very intelli
gent machines reject eve r y crooked
pin, even the slightest irregularity
of form being detected.
“Another automaton assorts half
a dozen lengths in so many different,
boxes, all at once and uneringly,
fhe~ contents 6? boxes' from various
machines. Lastly, a perfect genius
of a machine hangs the pin by the
head in an inclined platform, through
as many ‘slots’ as there are pins in a
row on the papers. These slots con
verge into the exact space, spanning
the length of a row. Under them
runs the strip of pin paper. A hand
like part of the machine catches one
pin from each of the sJots as its fills
and by one movement sticks them
all through two corrugated ridgP3 in
the paper, from which they are to be
picked by taper fingers in boudours,
aDd all sorts of human circumstan
ces. Thus you have its genesis.
WHAT A BOY KNOWS ABOUT
GIRLS.
Girls are the most uuaccountablest
things in the world—-except woman.
Like the wicked flea, when you have
them they ain’t there. I can cypher
clean over the improper transactions,
and the teacher says I do first rate;
but I can’t cipher out a girl, proper
or improper, and you can’t either.
The only rule in the arithmetic that
hits their cases is the doable rule of
thre # e; O golly, they can’t stand that.
They are as full of Old Nick as their
skins can hold, and they would die if
they could not torment someb dy.
When they try to be mean they are
as mean as pusly, though they aint
as mean as they let 00, except some
times, and they are a good deal
meaner. The only way to get along
with a girl when she comes to you
with her nonsense is to give her tat
for tat, and that will flummux her,
and when you get a girl flummuxed
she is as nice as a pin. A girl can
sow more wild oats in a week than a
boy can in forty years, but girls get
their wild oats sowed after a while,
which boys never do, and they set
tle down as calm and as placid as a
mud-puddle. But I like the girls
first rate, and I guess all the boys do.
I don’t care how many tricks they
play on me—and they don’t care ei
their. The hoitytoityest girl in the
world can always boil over like a
glass af soda. By and by they get
into the traces with somebody they
like, and pull as steady as old stage
stage horse. That is the beauty of
them. So let them waive, I say;
they will pay or them some day,
sowing on buttons and trying to
make a man out of the fellow they
have sliced to, and ten chances to one
if they don’t get the worst of it. O,
I wouldn’t be a girl for anything—
I cried six months before I was born,
for fear I would be a gal, and I
haven’t quite gotten over it. I’m a
boy.
FOR THE FAIR SEX.
FASHION NOTES.
Bottle green is very fashionable.
Pockets are rarely seen on dresses
at present.
Spiked braid sundowns will super
sede all rough straws.
Roman striped crape gauzes are
biougbt rut for trimming bonnets.
Gold lace, silver lace, and steel lace
are used on spring bonnets.
New basques simulate the Jersey
in perfection of fit and plainness of
effect.
Shaded satin 9 de Lyons for mill!-
nery purposes take the name of od"-
bre silks.
The belt with bag to match suv.
pended therefrom has superseded
every other pocket.
Spring dolmans are square cut in
the back, of medium length, and
have large elbow sleeves.
Italian lace-braid hats and bonnets
will be more fashionable than £n*
glish straws and chips.
Skirts are very narrow, but the
draperies superimposed thereon are
voluminous and elaborate.
Summer plush, on which silk pile
is thrown up, takes the place of the
heavy plush worn on winter bonnets.
The hat destined to take the place
of the rough-and-ready straws of
last season is of unsplit wheat straw
woven into a spiked braid.
A novel fancy is to trim white
cashmere, Chudda cloth, or nun’s
veiling with bands of gauze plush,
either white, red, rose blue, or lilac.
Long two-pronged combs, with a
vandyked, jewelled top, will take
the place of the long hair pins of
shell, silver, and gold which decora*
ted many winter bonnets.
House petticoats are of pale blue
or rose or ecru satin de Lpon, quilted
with cotton, and sometimes lightly
fur lined. Outdoor petticoats are
made in the same way, but of darker
satin de Lyon or black.
New metallic laces have colored
threads run into the mesh to fill the
figures; the threads match the new
colors of the ombre satins brought
New UCt A | mv. •
a narrow hem hem-stitched ail
around them, and have clusters of
colored blocks hem-stitched in each
end for ornament; a bit of needle
work is in the centre of each block.
Long-stemmed b oquefs of rose
bud* for the corsage are shaded from
pink to damask red, or else cream to
deep yellow.
Anew material for ball dresses is
organdie muslins, printed in colored
flowers, with gold and silver lines,
dots and dashes. These dresses are
particularly effective when of black
or white organdie thus figured, and
made up in satin to match in color,
illuminated with gold or silver braid,
spangles, and frfnee.
WHAT SWEARING WONT DO.
It won’t pick you up when you
fall.
It won’t light your cigar when
your last match goes out.
It won’t mend a lamp chimney
when you let it drop.
It won’t change 1880 at tho top of
your letter into 1881.
It won’t make your corn stop
aching when some one steps on it.
It won’t keep the nails in your
boots from running into your feet.
It won’t shake off the shovelful of
snow that was landed on you from
some roof.
It won’t make a train come back
for you when you are one minute
and thirty seconds late.
It won’t ease your shins any, or
make your wife stop laughing, when
you fall down with a bucket of coal.
It won’t make the lamp-post apol
ogize when it runs against you at
night.
A STRANGE POTATOE.
Yesterday a young friend of ours,
who is head clerk in the up->town
grocery, told of a very strange occur-*
rence in the potato line. He says
that a few days ago he purcnased a
lot of sweet potatoes, and noticing
one of unusual size, he decided that
he would have it baked for his own
tooth. It was washed and trimmed
in the usual manner and placed over
a fire to be cooked. Nothing pecu
liar had been noticed up to this time,
but when it had been prepared for
eating, he broke it open, and horri
ble! on the inside was a rat’s nest
containing four young rats. This
may seem incredible, but our young
friend will, no doubt, become offend
ed at the first man who doubts the
iruth —Columbus times
NO. 11.