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About The Butler herald. (Butler, Ga.) 1875-1962 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 9, 1880)
r • w ft nwiimn iatbi »1B0 Thras months „ „ 40 Mmmwpmpnr Law MIom, 1 *1 Ab 7J*»° b who take* a papsr ragular- lj from tfia postofflos— whether directed to his name or •mother’s, or whether he has sub* •enbed or not— Is lesponsibU for the amount. S. If a person orders his paper disoon tinned be mmt pay all arreerafss, or the publisher may centiane to send it until payment is made, and collect the whole amonnt,whether the paper is taken from the office or not. *. The court* have decided that refusing to take newspapera or periodioale from the poetoffloe, or removing and leaving them uncalled for Is prfma facie evidence of In- natiotnrl fraud. SOUTHERN NEWS. Bclmn, Ala., is growing rapidly. Tomato cider is a new drink in Texns. A negro woman 103 yearn old died npnr Fort Valley, Qa. Nashville ships fifteen car loads of lumber northward every day. Five negroes were elected to the Geor gia legislature at the recent election. The ladies of Macon propose to make a vigorous winter campnign in the tem perance cause. The people of Clarendon, Texas, arc building abode houses. They are made of sun-dried bricks. A colored couple wero married in the l>oor-houscatBarne8ville, Ua., the groom 110 years old and the bride only forty. The three richest men in Georgia ore Joseph E. Brown, of Atlanta, and Fer dinand Phinizy and John A. White, of Athens. Barnum is having bad luck in Texas. An elephant, two tigers, a giraffe, a train ed oxen and a number of smaller animals in his show have died. The tobacco outlook has increased the value of timbered land in Buncombe county, N. C., at least fifty per cent, within the last three years. In Schley county, Ga., a freedman, with one mule, this year inode twenty- three bales of cotton, weighing over 500 pounds each, and 200 bushels of com. A young man died at San Antonio, Texas, after | icking cotton from the ef fect o' poison put on th^ cotton to kill insects. His brother is ill from the same cause. A colored girl named Lizzie Hampton, in Union county, S. C., has given birth to twin children, which arc joined to gether by a union of the breast bone, having but one naval, but supposed to have two sets of intestines'confined in one cavity. R. A. Hyslop, a gentleman living in Norfolk county, Va., recently captured an prdinary live turtle possessed of two well-formed heads. The turtle was brought to bay in the woods by iv dog, and is considered such a curiosity that Mr. Hyslop has decided to send it on to the Smithonian Institution at Washing ton. Leprosy exists to a considerable extent in the parish of Lafourche, La. Au at tempt to make in official investigation was lately resisted with arms, the * lbpers and their friends believing that the suf ferers were to be isolated on an island in the ocean. The report of the physicians is that the disease is not gaining ground. Baton Rouge, La., has no public schools open. The same is true of St. Landrey, and the'Democrat, of the latter parish, says: “We have school officials, State and parochial, all the time, but no schools. What is the use of having an organization that accomplishes nothing ? The public school system of this State is a delusion and a snare.” Samuel Hawthorne, who killed McGee at Vicksburg in September, has been sen tenced to the penitentiary for life by a jury of twelve colored men. This is the first case in Mississippi in which a white man lias been convicted by negroes. The jury is said to have exibited every evi dence of marked attention, and brought in their verdict intelligently. The Vallambrosa Place, near Dublin, Ga., once the home of Gov. George M. Troup, but recently the residence of Col. Robert Wayne, who married a grand daughter of Gov. Troup, was destroyed by f)|B. The family pictures and fine old silverware were all lest, and many of the historic oaks were killed by the fire. Col. Wayne lias suffered losses from fire four times within eleven years. In Tennessee, under the law of 1874, no liquor con be sold within four miles of an incorporated school of learning, unless located in an incorporated town or city. The friends of temperance are taking advantage of the enactment in some portions of Shelby county by secur ing charters of incorporation for schools in their neighborhood, in all cases near some little village where the ineb iating fin id is dispensed. The King’s Mountain Centennial As sociation reporta a surplus of funds re maining after defraying the expenses of the recent celebration. It . has deter mined to build an iron railing around the monuipent and construct a dwelling- house on the mountain near by for the keeper of the monument, who is to be selected hereafter. The Association is a perpetual organization and it lias been determined to maintain it, holding meet ings from time to time as may be required for this purpose. Personal Security. “Will you do me a favor?” said young Brooks to liis wealthy friend, Sim eon Hansom. “What is it, John?” said Hansom. * * I wish you ‘ would lend me £20, sir.” “Call at my counting- house,” rejoined Hansom. John wat not long in paying his respects, ‘ * Wnat security can you give me, young gentle man?” “My personal security, sir.’ “Very well, get inhere," said Han som, lifting up the lid ’of a'largo iron chest “ Get in there I ” exclaimed John, in, astonishment, “what for?” “ Why, this w where I always keep my personal securities.” W. N. BENNS, JAMES D. RUSS, Editors, “ LET TliJ^RE HE LIGHT.” Subscription, $1.50 in Advance. VOLUME V. BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1880. NUMBER <i. CASTLES IN THE Alll. 11m mot® complete on life’* turbulent stre 11 that they enjoy, Aid thoy use It ori«ht, Or bllM Than that they ei. Nor cover Sol’* rays with cerulean blight. But I think that the man who no’er dream* 01 a nay When hie name shall grow groat and hiasorrows do- cay I* unworthy tbo form that he boars and tho mind That was made to explore In tho mints uucouflnod. For, when tho dark hairs of tho droamer are gray, And his tottering limbs speak of “ passing away,” If the oantlca he built were but cent lea of air, Yet ploasant It wan when ho built them fair; And tho memory of day* when hin fancy had flight Will noftou tho shadows of swift-oomlng nlglit, And he'll oagorly turn to that beautiful laud Where tho co*tlc» arc built, but not built on sand. Thoreau Outdone; OR, How Jc88ie and I Camped Out. Jessie and I wero not sisters. O, no. Pretty pink-and-white Jessie lived at Beechwoods, some miles out of historic C , while I was Cousin Nan, down from tho city to spend tho summer holi days iu the grand old place, where we two worked our own sweet will through tho long bright days; for was not “ Brother Fred" in a distant city practic-■ ing liis profession, and was not Aunt Kato tho most indulgent of hostesses? It would be hard to imagino a greater contrast than Jessie and I presented in outer aspect. She, with her fluffy, orirnpy waves of golden hrur, peach- blossom complexion and pansy-purplo eyes, beside my glossy jotty braids, my tawny olive face, with a smothered red burmug in either cheek, and my large dark orbs, was no more striking differ ence than her slight, fairy-liko form be 1 side my own goodly stature. . But, despite all this, our tastes were very much in common, and our mimls wont to run in the sclt-samo grooves, though Jossio would persist in looking up to “ Cousin Nan” os a very prodigy of learning—a walking encyclopedia, in fact, to tho uncalled-for detriment of her own well-stored littlo head. it was 1 that brought Thoreau down from tho city—tho whole set—deeming them suitable mental pabulum for our country summer. We nod been rooding “ Walden,” and became thereby so im bued with a love of nature, pure and simple, and such a distaste for tho artifi cial refinements of civilized life as to look with disdain upon such modem appli ances ns cushioned chairs,, lace curtains, and temptingly cozy couches; even turn ing away frota the dainty repasts where with Aunt Kate was wont to regale us, with muttered exclamations such as these: “O, tho 'hurry and waste of life,’ ” “ We are ‘ lost in the whirlpool of a dinner;’ ” and refused the wonted sol ace afforded by . the morning paper, al leging, in excuse, that “all news, so called, is gossip.” And Jessie began to pity her father openly for having “ in herited liolYsea nnd lauds,” find for be coming,-ns she was pleased to style it, “ a serf of the soil,” until genial Uncle Nod lifted hands and voice in comical amazement, crying out, “What ails the girls, pray tell ?” “ They read altogeth er too much, ” was Aunt Kate’s rejoinder; “they must have more company.’ Whereat I exclaimed, theatrically, “ Company I r ‘ What is there that can bring two minds nearer together ?’ ” And Jessio chimed in with tho assertion of having 1 “ known many coats but few men.’ ’ And what was there for Aunt Kate to do but leave the field in despair ing silence ? One morning we received a letter that—Thoreau, notwithstanding—was “ worth paying the postage on,” for was it not from certain other cousins of ours, and did it not oontain glowing recounts of their delightful “camping-out” ex periences? • This communication was the metaphorical “last straw,” and wo sat in gloomy silence—a silence broken, at last, by a triumphant exclamation from Jessie: “ I have it!” Then, seeing my in quiring look, she proceeded to a more thorough explanation of her plan. “You know that little cottage down by Clear brook, Nan, where Jim, tho gardener, used to live? Well, it is in good repair, not far away, but quiet and secluded, and just the place for us to camp out.” Seeing the gloomy delight in my face, she went on : “ We can take our books down there and study ns well as not. There is my German and your English literature that we’ve scarcely looked into —what with our drives, our sails, and our toilets ’’—which was literally true, for Beechwoods was known far and wide for its hospitality, and tho “fair women and brave men ” of C; wero well content to sojourn there for days at a time. Of course I gave enthusiastic assent, but queried doubtfully, “What will Aunt Kate say ?” Jessie shared my look of doubt fop an instant, but quickly added : “ Never mind; I can coax her over.” Which proved to be the case, for hard, indeed, must bo tho heart that could withstand the pleading look in those pausy-pnrple oyes—though for one instant the prospect was . rather dark, until Uncle Ned camo to the rescue with his hearty, “Let the midgets go, Kato; the old hut is safegohdugh, and they’ll enjoy it.” And I think-the memory of certain of liis boyhood pranks rose very pleasantly before him just then, prompting a half wish*to share our retreat. So it wad settled, and Jessie and I de voted the remainder of that day to on inspection of our new home. 1 The cottage, which wo cliristened' “Walden” at first sight, in honor of our ilhistrfous ' prototype, was a small one-roomod edifice, destitute of paint, but mantled with a most luxurious growth of woodbine. A fence, with di lapidated palings, inclosed the small garden spot wliich sloped down, to the banks of Clear brook, with tho stretch of beech woods on one baud that gave name to the place—-said bit of wood land having been left in tho earlier days for convenience, but in these later and more degenerate days for “ effect. ” But whatever the cause, the resiflt was one ! to us, namely, that of producing the ire- ( quirea air of retirement 09 well as tho wherewithal to build our morning fire, for we refused all such modern con veniences as oil-stoves, classing them among the snares of civilized life, and turning in preference to tho more-primi tive camp-fire. Clear brook was, as its name signifies, a limpid streamlet flowing with dimpling laughter past our sylvan homo, and hid ing itself jn tho shady woodland depths. “Walden” was scarcely a quarter of a mile from the house, but,'owing to tho fact tliat one was obliged to ascend a considerable rise of ground, and descend its opposite • slope before reaching it, gave it an air of complete seclusion. Jessie, taking command at once, de tected the latent capabilities of our newly-acquired possession and issued her orders with the air of a General to tho “neatrhanded Phillis,” our attend ant. “Oh, it will be just perfect, Nan, when the floor is cleaned and the win dows washed 1” cried Bhe, standing in the doorway, wreathed alxrat with wood- bino tendrils, ns pretty a picture as need bo seen, adding, as one spray, more dar ing than tho rest, tangled itself in her fluffy crimps, “I must have John come down and trim-those vines away.” The next day was given by tbo ser vants to the cleansing of tho little cot tage, and by us to the ransacking of thp wide, roomy garret for suitable furnish ings therefor. Wide, dim and low-raft • orod was tho Beechwood’s parrot, and filled with relics of by-gone days a very treasure trove, where one might wluJp away the hours. There was many an old arm-chair, with moth-eaten cushions and carved frame-work, that I would fain have tak en, but Jessie was a stern disciplinarian, and met all my proposals with : “Simplify I simplify! Nan, remeni- Tier Thoreau I” until our outfit at the last was limited enough to suit evon our oracle. The bedstead Mas of ancient device, and was to be graced by a most amazing patch-work qiult of the pattern yclept by our grandmothers, the “risifig sun, wherein that luminary is seen dis played in the most gorgeous reds ami yellows. This Jessie lmd unear tiled from an old chest, fmyiflg.: “ This will brighten the rpom up, as well as being more primitive.” Then there were tho two “rockers”— a Windsor one, with ragged patch-work cushions, and a somewhat treacherous “cane sent,’’ which two wore respective ly christened for “solitude and friend ship,” while the third, a relentlessly straight-backed affair, was unanimously dedicated to “society.” But tho tri umph of our “setting out” was to bo found in “tho three-legged table,” which we persuaded ourselves to be an exact counterpart of tho one possessed by our prototype at tho other, and more famous, “Walueu,” and prized accord ingly. It was a somewhat late hour that af ternoon that found us on route for our now home. , Before us, down tho shaded path, went faithful John, driving tho wagon, loaded high with onr household IKJssessious, while Jessie and I followed after, heavily laden with tho numerous books of reference tlnft we proposed consulting during our retirement “Truly, Jessie,” quoth I, with my eyes fastened upon tho shabby outfit before us, “Thoreau was right when he said, ‘The more a man has of such things, tho poorer he is.’ ” To which Jessio assented ns well as might bo consistent with the united en deavor she was bravely making to carry tho numerous volumes wherewith she was laden, and at the same time keep those sunny, wind-tossed crimps from quite blinding her. But our joupey was soon ended, and all our possessions heaped upon tlin grass, “like the contents of a gypsy’s pack.” Nor was it long before order was brought out of chaos, and tho faith ful John departed, leaving we two girls alone in the 1, forest-shadowed dell, with the echo of liis lusty singing fleatiilg pleasantly back to us in the low after* noon lights that flooded the spot. Very cozy tho little room looked with its plain, dark curtains at cither win dow, for we were not quite up (o “Wal den ” usage yet; its table and cliairs, and the neatly-made l>ed, with its brilliant covering, and very well con tent were we as wo drew forward that self-same table and proceeded to spread upon a half newspaper the daintiest of lunches, and with quickened appetites to disenss the same. “Make the most of this; Nan,” laughed Jessie, “for to-morrow We bid farewell to the ‘flesh-pots of Egypt,’ and return to life pure and simple." It was growing late, and two very tired girls resolvod to defer all senti mentalizing in the moonlight until some future occasion, os they locko^l the door and fastened the windows, thereby dis- olieying one of the first tenets of “ Wal den ” law, but obeying Aunt Kate, who, utterly oblivious to our reiterated^assur ances of amplo courage, saw to.it witli her own eyes that locks and “ catches ” of modern contrivance rendered onr little domicile safe, and retired for the night. Weary as we were, however, we were long in wooing slumber to our eyelids, for the Bounds qf tho night were about us, all, from tho chance crackling of a dry twig to the rippling of tho little stream, sounding strange to our unac customed ears. We wore aroused next mornirfg by a full flood of sunlight strik ing across our closed eyelids tfnd awoke at onoe to the fact that wo were too Into for spectators of the regal advent of the king of day—that one scene of our lit tle theater had been played to tho music of bird songs while we slept. Regrets wero unavailing, so wo made a hasty toilet, and Jessio, standing in the open door, cried impulsively: “ Oh, Nan ! this is delightful; come on! ” and the little rogue, kilting stdl shorter her short gray skirts, sprung down the mossy bank to dip her lingers in the sparkling waters of Clear brook. I was not long in following her example, and, os we wundered up tho smooth green slope ogdin hand in hand, Jessio laid: “ No wonder Thoreau camo out in the woods to ‘find what life had to teach.’ Nowhere else, I am sure, can one front tho ‘essential facts of life.’ ” ‘“Essential facts!’” quoth I dis dainfully,, “‘essential facts!’ What fact do you suppose life holds for most of the girls' of onr acquaintance more essential “than the adjusting of their crimps, or tho snaring of some knight in tlioir artful toils. ‘Essential facts,’in deed 1 ” To all of which did Jessie assent, her own yellow tresses meanwhile rippling and waving in a manner to distract less fortutiato girls, and her own pansy- □ pie eyes a maze whore many n heart been lost all unrccked of by their owner. Arrived at our littlo domicile, how over, wo wero confronted by tho very “essential fact” that breakfast must be prepared by our own hands, and not only that, l)ut the foundations of tho re past must be laid from the very begin ning. There was our gypsy fireplace. Jolin had arranged it tho night before ; two forked sticks with a third one laid across in these natural angles, upon which a kettle swung suggestively over tho cool, green sod ns yet unsenrred by any flame. Wo had refused, disdainfully, that snmo functionary’s offer of gathering “ a bit of brush to start it wid, mum,” lfefused it in tho light of long, delightful rambles in that same woodland which now lay white and dewy before us, rambles wherein wo would collect dry twigo and lielien-covored bark, wherewith to build our morning fire. But now? Woll, “distance lent enchantment to the viow" in this as well as many other eases ; but there was no time for dallying, for al ready our appotites were quickened be yond their wont, and Jessie, gathering her skirts about her, cried : Fill tho kottle, Nan, and go after the roasting ears. I’ll get tho wood and build the fire,” adding, as she vanished in tho dewy depths, “ You’d better get somo potatoes, too, whilo you are about it; they’ll roast with the corn." The little witch, what did she mean ? Had she forgotten that my city training rendered mo all unfit for such a task, and was she oven now laughing at my perplexity ? But there was no help for It; so, taking basket and hoe, I started for tho field of action, namely, tho corn field, where, nothing deterred by the showers of dew that fell from tho broad leaves, I gathered a goodly quantity of that esculent viand, and then turned my attention toward tlio potatoes. Hero, owing to my inexperience, I was not quite so successful, but, after numerous struggles with the unwieldy (at least in my hands) weapon, I camo off in somo degree conqueror anil returned iu tri umph, bearing my sheaves with me. The scene, however, which met my eye was by no means an encouraging one. Jessio had returned from her woodland ramble, and the evidences of her toil were to be seen in tho few dry, knotty twigs scat tered About her as sho knelt before a very small smoky tongno of flame that flickered in the socket uiul threatened to expire momently. Hearing rny footsteps sho looked up eagerly, her pretty eyes red and tear-filled from the eddying smoke, and a half quiver in her voice ns Bhe cried: “ O, Nan, what shall I do, this fire won’t burn ? ” “You want more kindling, child,” said I briskly. “Here, this fence is all falling down, ’twill not bo much the worse for a few more pickets," and, drop ping basket and hoe, I seized tho hatchet and soon reduced one of the nforeHnid pickets to suitable size, through which timely aid tho aspect of things was changed to such on extent that our ket tle was soon boiling and bubbling mer rily away in the most approved gypsy fashion. We consigned both corn and potatoes to its doptlis, being too hungry for any slower method, and unanimously decided it was too late for any further efforts in the culinary lino, ns wo drew our threc-lcggod table to the open door way and prepared to discuss onr sorely- needed repast. Never. I tldnk, did corn and potatoes taste 1 letter than those eaten with laugh and jest that quiot summer morning; albeit many an ear of tho former, owing to my lack of knowledge, was decidedly young and “green," and many of the latter tubers, owing to tlio same cause, wero in a state of infancy. “But, Nan,” said Jessie, ruefully, iu a pause of our merrimont, os our morn ing troubles camo back to her; “we oan’t have all this trouble every day »l>ont a fire. What did Thoreau have 'or kindling ? ” “Green hickory, split fine ; don’t you remomber?” answered I, promptly. '* I’ll tell you what we’ll do, though : Cover the fire every night; damp grass and leaves will be just the tiling ; then rake it open in the morning, and start it with some of this old fence.” Which Wo did, and successfully, too. “Nan,” said Jessie again, this timo somewhat hesitatingly—“Nan, what will we have for dinner ? ” “Dinner I” echoed I, iu dramatic tones; “dinner I are wo never to l>o freo from that, not even in these solemn woods? What did Thoreau have ?” “Corn bread and molasses ; the bread simply meal and water kneaded hard, and baked before the fire,” answered tho little puss, demurely. I winced slightly, for Fm somewhat epicurean in my tastes, and the witoli know it. “I thought that would be pretty dry, though, so I’ll make ours thin and bake them fresh evory time. See ! I’ve borught »- griddle.” “And, Non, I’ve something etae to show you,” slio said, triumphantly lead ing the way down to Clear brook, where she displayed a small butter jar sunk for more than half its depth in tho coo! water, and I, firm disciple though I of Thoreau, uttered no word of protest at this daring innovation against Walden rules. . After this our days slipped quietly, sweetly pust; the three-legged table was well laden with books—so well, indeed, tliat, as meal-time circled round and we removed them from thence to bed or chair, or vice versa, Jessie was wont to refer mournfully to thw “ two pieces of limestone ” that Thoreau had, but throw away, because he found tliat ho must “duBt them.” Our slight duties dispatched, it was two very prim young lathes in the plain est of garbs and the smoothest of braids guiltless alike of “wave" or “crimp” —at leapt, mine were; Jossio’s, little witch, were a» distraetingly pretty as ever—that sat down at that self-same table, armed respectively with “ Taino ” and “ Ollendorf, to “con each lesson o’er. ” We weye feqt gijls, Uqweyer, and many a pleasant interlude or dreamy wonderment and girlish gossip floated in whenever Jessio found a German verb hard to conjugate, or I paused iu some unavailing search after a now authority bearing ou the subject at hand. Happy, helpful days were tliev, varied by ail occasional walk up to the house when the coast was clear, or sometimes, standing on tho crest of the little rise just behind our cottage, we would sur vey tho graveled sweep of Beechwoods’ carriage drive through an old field-glass Jessie abstracted from “Brother Fred’s room,” and laughingly comment on the frowning faces some of the fair inmates of tlio cushioned barouches carried away with them upon learning “The girls have pone farther in the country for seclusion and study,” for Beech woods was a most delightful place for a week’s sojourn, as they well kuow ; but Aunt Kate, once won over to our side, protected us manfully, so that none in vaded our solitude. But everything must have an end, and so did the pleasant davs that had graced our week’s stay at Walden, aud we awoke ono morning to hear a quick shower pattering against tho windows. “ Dear, dear; our fire will be all out! What shall wo do, Nan ?” “Do? I don’t know. Go up to the house for breakfast, I suppose. Every thing will bo too wet to kwdlu it nguin. ” “ Go up to tho house !” echoed Jessie, indignantly. “Indeed, I shall do no such thing. Haven’t they been telling us all this time that the first storm would bring us buck? I’ve no doubt they’re expecting us, and that plates are laid for us this very minute (which we afterward found to have been the case). Go bafck! I’ll go hungry first!” and Jessie looked very determined aud pret ty, indeed, ns she finished her toilet and announced that the rain was over. “There’s blue sky over yonder, Nan ; get your rubbers and come on;” aud suiting tlio action to tlio word Bhe sallied forth, and I followed suit. Just os we expected, every spark of tho provoking fire, that we had covered so jealously the night before, was out. Muking the best, however, of a bad mat ter, we set to work bravely, and that devoted fence Buffered ns never before. But it was slow work. Everything was drenched and dripping, and wo were inexperienced hands—so inexperienced that after nil hour of toil breakfast was still a fair but distant prospect; and the faint aud struggling flame we lmd con jured up flickered dolefully, aud threat ened every instant to expire in smoke. This was the state of affairs when, Jessie having taken her turn in the chopping department, I was bending with uu anxious face over the llro.striviug to place at the greatest advantage a new relay of kindlings, I was startled by tho ringing sound of un unmistakably manly voice, exclaiming: “Well, I never! if there isn’t Jess!” followed simultaneously by au ecstatic little scream from Jessie, of: “Brother Fred, where did y:•« v \a.., from ?” as she dropped Ivi- uplifted liatehet and rushed to m. r cC him. I rose to my feet hastily, only to find myself confronted by a tall, dark, aristocratic gentleman, whose smile of recognition brings deeper roses to my cheeks ; for was not this same gentleman Mr. Archer from the city, and one of tho greatest lions of the last season, and my quondam partner for more than ono German dur ing tho previous winter? I place my hand in his outstretched one, only, how ever, to withdraw it quickly as I discover how many and deep ore tho marks it displays of ite recent conflict with that refractory tire, and an added color springs to my face, lest that also bear tho same traces. “This is Nan, I know,” said tall, \doude Fred Cumcron, releasing himself from his little sister and turning toward mo—“as much of a gypsy ns ever, I see "—and—well, his greeting was very brotherly, indeed. “But what does it mean, Jessie? you girls out here at this hour 011 a rainy morning ? anything wrong at the house ?” and a look of anxiety darkened his face. “Nothing wrong, but where have you gentlemen been, pray tell mo, and Low did you arrive ip this nut of tlio way place, at this time of day ?” “Been camping out; took a fancy to come up home and bring Archer ulong ; walked up from tho station to surprise tho folks,” replied Fred, briefly. “Camping out! thaj w just what we are doing, Fred, Nan and I.” “Did you ever, Archer 1" said Fred, appealingly, but that gentlemah, with tne relics of Boston conservatism still clinging to him, answered never a word, only smiled aggravatingly—whereat I, aroused, answered coolly—using the very words of our oracle—“Wo came out in tho woods because wo wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and find out what it lind to teach mj. ” A look of astonishment grew in their faces. “ Yes,” chimed in Jessie, quoting from tho same source, “Wo wero tired of cabin passage, and wished to go before the mast, and on the deck of the world.” “Thoreau, us I livo,” cried Fred, ami tho look of astonishment deepened. “Yes, Thoreau," said Jessio, calmly, but mischievously. “No man (or woman, either)can ever unfold tho possibilities of his own intel lect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.” Mischievously—I say—for tho scene was, to sav tho lonst, slightly amusing. Time—early morning, and a ruiny ono at that. Place—tho river bank overarched by dripping trees. Properties—a gypsy firo-pluce, a smoky fire—two young ladies engaged in attendance upon it, aud pausing in this occupation to quote from the classics was somewhat aston ishing 1 A look of amazement, mingled with in terest from Mr. Archer at this last quota tion—wondering, doubtless, that a young lady should read other than the lutest novel, or tho newest socioty poem. “Ho you read Do Quincy,- Miss Cameron ? Ho is ono of my friends, too!’’ “ Yes, I admire Do Quiuoy very much, but Thoreau is our oracle just now ; let mo bid you welcomo to * Walden.’” And Mr. Archer’s oyo brightened as he caught sight, through thy open door of our ponderous volumes, but I inter rupted here with a dolorous cry, “Tho fire lias gone out; what shall we do?” T*ue enough, that proyqJtiPa fire, tak r efforts, hod ing advantage of a lull disapi>cure'i in smoke. “ O dear, we’ll have to go up to tho house, I suppose, after all our trouble. Just see how I’ve hurt my hand.” And while Fred examined critically the littlo pink palm I related our “ moving ad ventures.” “A fire, is that all?” said ho at their close. “ I have not camped out in vain all these summers," and his ready knife soon reduced another picket of tliat devoted fence to the requisite size ; and ere long a spnrkling blaze rewarded his efforts. “ Why need we go up to tho housed” queried Mr. Archer. “No one knows we are coming, and I quite long for one more out-door repast. Besides, we have been ‘roughing it’ so long os to be scarcely wonted to civilized life os vet.” “Capital!” echoed Fred. “What have you girls got for breakfast?” “Corn and potatoes roasted in the ashes, and corn-bread and molasses. You remember Thoreau’s bill of faro ; it is ours, too,” replied Jessie, demurely, with a glance at Mr. Archer as she si>oke. But the gentlemen professed themselves entirely satisfied, and I said, oracularly, “He that eats must work, and if you gentlemen stay you must pay the pen alty. Cousin Fred, there is the bosket and hoe, your post will Ik? the corn field and potato patch. Mr. Archer, this fire will need constant replenishing, so you may gather sticks.” lluving thus as signed them their station, Jessie and I turned our attention to the matter at hand, and after much merriment and a great deal of waiting, wu sat down to a very creditable repast of the above-men tioned articles, further reinforced by Boston crackers and co)d tongue from tho gentlemen’s lunch basket. Wo had moved the table out under the trees, and wliut with improvised seats, the I novelty of the situation, and the laugh- ! ter and jesting consequent thereupon, j passed a pleasant hour. Jessie aud I (lined at the house that day, but, positively refusing any further ' concession to the world, ret unfed to our solitude and interrupted studies— studies, however, doomed to more than one interruption of the same nature, for the gentlemen professed themaolves to be as much in love with Walden cottage an- 1 lifo therein as we ourselves, and \ countless wero the fishing parties they instituted, and delicious tho chowders they concocted, and many were the ! hunting expeditions from which they re turned laden with small game, to he cooked in hunter's fashion, but most ap- petizingly, at onr gypsy fire-place, and, ' I fear me, Taino and Ollendorf were most sadly neglected the while we gained in the art’of angling, or took long wood land rambles, from which wo returned 1 with happy faces, and brows crowned ■ with wild flowers. It might also have been noted about j this timo that sundry changes t<x»k place in our attire, numerous bright ribbons and fresh lawns taking tho place of our somber serviceable grays, almost without our knowledge. It was on one of these self-same ram bles late in the month, when Fred and I had fallen behind Jessie and Mr. Archer, which,-by the way, hud happened very often in these latter days, and some way thoy never seemed to miud it either ! It was ou ono of these rambles, I say, tliat Fred bent his liandsomo blonde head very low and whispered—though why should ho whisper, there was no ono to lionr? “We ore.going back in three days, Nan; our vacation is more than pust. Hhnll you care very much ?’’ And I, startled by the sudden an nouncement, lifted my eyes quickly to his face, which was not *ut all pruilcnt under the circumstances, and lie read wlmt he chose in their depths, and then —but there, I shall not toll you a word he said, that is my secret, I only know tlmt a few minutes after Fred was very near, and I was turning a jeweled circlet on my finger, and seeing it through a mist of tears tliat dimmed its glitter strangely. “ The timo is very near, Nan ; don’t you think you had better break up at Walden ?" This brought mo to myself with a start, as I exclaimed, remorso- fuHy: “ What will Jessie say?” “ There is your answer,” laughed Fred, pointing down u long reaeli of trees, at whose farther end could bo seen tlio glimmer of pale blue lawn, with a most unmistakable coat-sleeve outlined agninst it, while the jetty locks of its owner were iu dangerous proximity to tho other’s blonde crimps. Foiled at this point, I tried another : “ Three days ! why, I could never got ready in tho world.” “ Nothing to wear!” said Fred, light ly ; “don’t tell me. What does your oracle, Thoreau, say about it—‘If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes I’ ” Ho what could I do? And Jessio found herself helpless before the same arguments, and. throe days from that time, we were whirling away from C—, ou tho fast express, cro the inhabitants of that eity lmd fairly recovered their breath nt the astounding announcement of a “double wedding in high life,” upon such short notice 1 Tlio Grape aud Wine Industry. This industry in tho United States is assuming largo proportions. The fol lowing estimates are approximately cor rect : Missouri has 1,000 acres of the vino iu cultivation, producing lost year 500.000 gallons of wine; Sandusky, Ohio, and vicinity (including tlio Lake Erie Islands), 4,000 acres producing 16,* 300.000 pounds of fruit; California00,000 acres in grapes, representing in money, including land, (300,000,000. Vinicul ture iu this country is yet iu its infancy, out tho increasing disasters to tho vinos )f wine grapes in Europe is yearly bring- ng it into greater prominence. The quality of American vines, moreover, is iteadily improving through experience iml the increasing amount of capital em ployed, and from present indications tho wiiio industry of this country is destined 50 attain very largo proportions in tho ot distant future. A man (55 years old lias been found in Harrington, Me., who lias been out of tho State only once, has been on a steamboat only onco, and nover was in a city until he visit# d Portland, which ho “reckoned wasim much of a place for 1 farms,” ' i Killing a Jaguar. The wildlRs ol South A merica are very viige, and when, aroused know no fear. One night a hungry party of explorers, camped in n Brazilian forest, heard au uproar of grunting, squeaking aud clash ing of tusks. “ Pigs!" exclaimed all with joyful ness ; “ now we’ll have a dinner I” Snatching their guns, they crept cau tiously toward tho sounds. Coming to the edge of a clearing, they saw a jaguar standing on au ant hill, about five feet from tne ground. Hurrcunding him were fifty or sixty wild hogs, furious in their efforts to get at their enemy. Tho jaguar, with his tail stuck well up in the air, and his legs close together, stood balancing himself ou the liillock. As the infuriated pigs threatened one side or the other, ho would turn around aud face them. He was evidently uneasy, aud only waiting for a chance to make a rush and escape. In a moment of forget ful ness, the jaguar slightly dropped his tail. Instantly a pig seized it and pulled ; then another, and another, and the beast was dragged from his perch to tho ground. Thu battle was terrible. Tho yellow body of tho jaguar rose up above tho grunting, squealing mass of l>igs, and his powerful paws struck dead ly blows. Then ho fell—the uproar sub sided, and tbo herd dispersed. The party of explorers walked to tho battle-ground. Fourteen dead pigs were lying ou tho field, but no jaguar or its remains were seen. Presently ono of the party, picking up a fragment of something, ex claimed, “Hero’s tho tiger!” It was a bit of tlio jaguar's skin. IIo had been torn to pieces and devoured by the savage hogs. A Forbidden Land. Tho only forbidden land on the faeo of tho globo is tho kingdom of Corea. Loosely speaking, there are not many men in tho world who core whether the country is open or shut. But there are enough who do care to make it very un comfortable lor tlio Ooreans, who would much rather livo in a haul forbidden to strangers than to be liable to constant ruriptious of foreigners, with their pro posals for trade; their outlandish notions, and their strange influences on domestic manners, speech and religion. Nearly over since the world began, so far us we know, with but few interrup tions, the kingdom of Corea has been shut up from tho rest of tho population of the globe as hermetically as if it wero ono of the subdivisions of tho moon’s surface. Until very lately, tlio only information which we have had about the country, its population, physi cal peculiarities and its history, has been derived from tho tales told by a Dutch sailor who was east away upon tho Corean const more than 200 yer*-s ago. A few writeiB, like Beibole and Du Haldo, picked up much indir- infor mation in China and Japan L ... ship wrecked Coreans, who are supposed to have told as many lies, thoucrh of a dif ferent character, as Henrik Hamel, tho shipwrecked Dutchman, after In* suc ceeded in getting away from the Coro nas, wlio had kept him as a curiosity for nearly tweutv years. As we are apt to magnify the greatness of the unknown, the prevailing belief through the civil izod world has been that Corea is a land flowing with milk and honey, teeming with riches of all kinds, aud filled with gorgeous palaces and cloud-capped towers, the liko of which have not been since tin* days of Kubluh Klmu and his Oriental splendor. Cupiditv has, there fore, been added to curiosity, and tho commercial world is eager to* break into tho forbidden land, to funstick its rich store-1 louses, aud to gaj>o in wonder at its marvelous monuments. Dense Population of Africa. Although wo have not, nor are wo likely to have for years, any accurate statistics of the population of the in terior of Africa, there is very littlo doubt that wo have greatly underrated it. Much important information has lately been gathered ou the subject, especially concerning the distribution ami density of that far-off land. In tho great lake district, for instance, there are terri tories as thickly settled ns many Eu ropean states, relatively small ureas possessing millions of people. The negro regions are by far tho most populous, while tho desert portious are tho re verse. A French geographical society gives tho estimated figures of various subdivisions of that continent as fol lows : In the Homlan the population is 80,000,000, or about fifty-three persona to the square mile. Tho town of Bida, on tho Niger, for example, contains fully 90,000 inhabitants. Eust Africa is rated at 30,000,000, and equatorial Africa at some 40,000,000 souls. A lato authority on ethnology sets tho negroes as numer ically 130,000,000; tho Hamites, 80,- 000,000; the Bautns, 13,000,000; tho Foolah, 8,000,000; the Nubians, 1,500,- 000; tbo Hottentots, 50,000, making a total of 172,550,000. These figures— only approximate, of course—are con sidered too low by both German and British geographer^ tho former esti mating tlio population as liigh as 2U0, 000,000. Tlio Small Days of Chicago. New York and Boston, about 250 yours old, have respectively 1,000,000 and 350,000 inhabitants. Chicago mode up her half million in littlo over forty years. In New York and Boston ono sees the graves of eight generations, and tlio relies of colonial times. In Chicago Mr. Gordon H. Hubbard is now living, un active man, 78 years of age (and looking 00), who came to the spot when there wero but two houses there. Tho site of this great eity, a favorite ono with tho Indians, was oarly visited by some of those splendid old “pioneurs of Franco in tho Now World,” who have been made famous in this generation by the pen of that accomplished au<l t gonial historian, Mr. Turkman. Old Pore Marquette was there in 1673, and re turned iu tho winter of 1674-75. It was also known to Joliet (for whom a town not far oil'is now named), Hennepin, and La Halle. The name is of Ipdiuu origin, uhcecaqua meaning “strong,” and be ing also tho term for a kind of wild ouion found on tho shore of tho luko in old days. The place is first known to geography ns the “ Fort Ohecagon" of 1 a French map published toward tho end* of tho seventeenth century. Fort Dear-' born was built by our Government in 180-1, and the lute John H. Kinziy, an eminent pioneer and citizen of Chicugo, celebrated- tho Jb'st anniversary of his birthday on its site, his father, having arrived throo days before, in company with Maj. Whistler aud liis command. Tho Fort Dearborn mussacro, perpe trated by the Indians, wua in 1812, and the bones of tlio soldiers were lying un- buried near tho shore when yoqug Kin- zio returned from Detroit in 1816.-— Jlatper'a Mapaitlne, The decline of tlio drama is pfobably owing to tho fact that the publio never bc£k but about one-tenth of a ^luy; tii?
