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HERA W. N. BENNS, Editor and Proprietor. “LET THEKE BE LIGHT.” # BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY. JUNE 2, 1885. Subscription, $1.50 in Advance. VOLUME IX. NUMBER 31. MY WIFE AND CHILD. The tattoo beats; the lights are gone> The camp around in slumber lies; The night with solemn pace moves on; The shadows thicken o*cr the skies; Ent sleep my weary eyes had flown, And sad, uneasy thoughts arise. I think of thee, oh, dearest oho ! Whoso love mine early life hath blest; Of thee and him—our baby son— Who eltunbers on thy gentle breast. God of the tender, frail and lone, Oli, guard that little sleeper’s rest! And hover "gently, hover near To her whoso watchful eye Is wet— The mother, wife—the doubly dear, In whose young heart hare freshly met Two streams of love, fo deep and clear, And cheer her drooping spirit yet! New, as .‘■lie kneels before Thy throne, Oh, teach her, Rulor of the skies ! That while by Thy behest alone Earth's mightiest powers fall or rise; No tear is wept to Thee unknown, Nor hair is lost, nor sparrow dies; That Thou canst stay the ruthless hand Of dark disease, and soothe its paiu; That only hy Thy stern command The battle’s lost, the soldier slain; That from the distant sea or land Thou bring’st the wandcror homo again. And when upon her pillow lone, Her tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed, May happier visions beam upon The brightening currents of her breast; Nor frowning look, nor angry tone Disturb the Sabbath of her rest ! Whatever fate those forms may throw, Loved with a fusion almost wild, By (lav, by night—in joy or woe— JJy fears oppressed or hopes beguiled; From every danger, every foe, Oh, God ! protect my wifo and child ! Henry Bootes Jackson. “RA1N-1N-TH E-FACE.” FROM "BOOTS AND SADDLES,” BY MBS. CUSTER. I must prefac.o my account of the oc currence by going back to the summer of tho Yellowstone campaign. Two of the citizens attached to the expedition, one as the sutler, the other as tho vet erinary surgeon, were in the habit of riding hy themselves a great deal. Not being enlisted men, much more liberty than soldiers have was allowed them. Many warnings were given, however, and an instance fresh In the minds of the officers of the killing by Indians of two of their comrades the year before, was repeatedly told them. One day their honr of lingering came. While they stopped to water their homes, some Indians concealed in a gully shot them within sight of our regiment, who were then fighting on. the hill, and did not find the bodies for some time after ward. Both of the murdered men were favorites; both left families, and regret and sympathy were general throughout the command. A year and a half afterward informa tion came to our post. Port Lincoln, that an Indian was then at the agency at Standing Itoek, drawing his rations, blankets and ammunition from the gov ernment and at the same time boasting of the murder of these two men. This intelligence created intense indignation in our garrison. A detachment was quickly prepared and started ont with sealed orders. No one was aware even what direction they were to take. Gen. Caster knew that it was absolutely necessary that caution and seoresy should be observed. At the next post, twenty mile3 below, there were scouts employed. They would not fail to send out a runner and warn the Standing Bock Indians of the coming of the com mand and its objects, if they conld learn what it waa. When the runner carries important news he starts with an even gait in the morning and keeps it up all day, hardly stopping to drink at the •stream he orosses. Such a conrior would outstrip a command of cavalry in the ordinary time it makes on a march. Accordingly Fort Bice was left behind many miles before the orders were opened. They contained directions to capture and bring back an TTncapnpa Indian, called Bain-ia-the-Face, tiie avowed murderer of the sutler and the veterinary surgeon. The command con sisted of two officers and 100 men. The General had selected his brother to assist in this delicate transaction, as ho was wont to do ever since they began their life of adventure together during the war. They arrived on tho day that the Indians were drawing their rations ol beef. There were 500 at tho agency armed with the latest long-range rifles. It was more and more clear that toe much care could not be taken to proven! tho object of the visit being known tc tho warriors. An expedition had been sent down once before, but news of its intention had reached the agency in time for the culprit to escape. He could not refrain even after this warning from openly vaunting his crime. THE CAPTURE. In order, then, to conceal the purport ol their appearance at tho agency, the captain in command resolved to a ruse. He sent fifty meu to the camp, ten miles away to make inquiries for these Indians who had murdered citizens on the Bed Biver the year before. Col. Caster was ordered to fake five picked men and go to the trader’s store, where the Indians resort constantly. This required great coolness and extreme patience, for they had to lounge about, seemingly indiffer ent, until they could be certain the right man was discovered. The cold made the the Indians draw their blankets around them and over their heads. There is never any individuality about their dress, unless when arrayed for a council or dance. It was therefore almost impos sible to tell one from the other. Col. Tom had to wait for hours, only looking furtively when these wary crea tures were off guard. At last one pi them loosened his blanket, and with the meager description that hod been given him Col. Tom identified him as ” ItAIN-IN-the-face. ” Coming suddenly from behind, he threw his arms about him, and seized th^Yjpchester rifle that the savage at- He was taken entirely by showed itself, but from the characteristically stolid face hate and revenge flashed out for an in stant. He drew himself up in an inde pendent manner to show his brother warriors that he did not dread death. Among them he had been considered brave beyond precedent, because he had dared to enter the agenoy store at all, and so'encounter the risk of arrest. The soldiers tied his bauds and mounted guard over him. About thirv Indians surrounded them instantly, and an old orator commenced a harangue to the others, inciting them to recapture their brother. Breathless excitement pre vailed. At'that moment the captain in command appeared in their midst. With the same coolness he had shown in the war and during the six years of his In dian campaign, he spoke to them through an interpreter. With prudence aud tact ho explained that he intended to give the prisouer exactly the treat ment a white man would receive under like circumstances; that nothing would induce them to give him up; and the better plan to save bloodshed would be for the chiefs tf>. withdraw and take with them their followers. Seeing that they could accomplish nothing by intimida tion, or by superior numbers, they had recourse to parley, and proposed to com promise. They offered as a sacrifice two Indians of the tribe in exchange for Kain- in-tho-Face. It was generosity like that of Artemns Ward, who offered ins wife’s relatives on the altar of his country, for they took care not to offer for sacrifice any but In dians of low rank, Bain-in-the-Face was a very distinguished warrior among them, aud belonged to a family of six brothers, one of whom, Iron Horse, was very influential. The officers prevailed in the end, and the prisoner was taken to the cavalry camp. Daring the time that the Indians were opposing his re moval, the troopers had assembled around the entrance, ready for any emergency, and prepared to escort the murderer away. The Indians instantly vanished; all wont quickly and quietly to their camp, ten miles distant. Later in the day a party of fifteen mounted warriors dashed through the agency to the road beyond, which had to be taken by our troopers on tbe way home. Of coarse our officers expected an attack from that party when they began their homeward march; to their surprise, they were unmolested. We learned afterward that the mounted Indians went to the camp of Two Bears to urge tbe young braves there to combine wit*. them in the recapture of Eain-in-the-Face. Two Bears had long been friendly to the white man; he was too old to fight, and prevented his young men from joining in the contemplated rescue. After tho command had returned and tho officers reported, Gen. Custer sent for Bain-in-the-Facc. He was tall, stright aud young, nis face was quite imperturbable. In a subsequent inter view the General looked himself in his room with him. Through an inter preter and with every clever question and infinite patience he spent hours trying to induce the Indian to acknowl edge his crime. Tho culprit’s face finally lost its impervious look and he showed some agitation. THE MURDERS. He gave a brief account of the mur der and then made a full confession be fore ail the officers. He said neither of the white men were armed when at tacked. He had shot the old man, but he did not die instantly, riding a short distance before falling from his horse. He then went to him and with his stone mallet beat out tbe last breath left. Be fore leaving him he shot b«'« body fail of arrows. The younger man signaled to them from the hushes, and they knew that the manner in which he held np his hand was an overture of peace. When he reached him the white man gave him his hat as another and further petition for mercy. But ho shot him at once, first with his gun, and then with arrows. One of the latter entering his back; the dying man struggled to pull it through. Neither man was scalped, as the elder was bald and the younger had olosely cropped hair. Two Indians, one of them Iron Horse, had followed the cavalry from the agency and asked to see their comrade. Tho General sent for Bain-in-the-Face. He came into the room with a guard at his heels. He was dressed in mourning. His leggings were black, and his sable blanket was belted by a band of white beads. One black feather stood erect on his head. Iron Horse supposed that he was to be hung at once, and that this would be the final interview. The elder brother, believing there was no hope, was very solemn. He removed his heavily beaded and embroidered buffalo robe and replaced it with the plain one that Bain-in-the-Face wore. He ex changed pipes, also, giving him his highly ornamental one that he might afterward present it to the General. The pipes are valuable, as the materia 1 of which the bowls are made has to be brought from Kansas. Then, finding that there was a prospect of Bain-in-the- Face having his trial in Washington, he took off the medal that had been given to his father by a former President, whose likeness was in the medallion, and placed it over the neck of his brother, that it might be a silent argument in his favor when he confronted the "Great Father.” It was an impressive and melancholy scene. Iron Horse charged his brother not to attempt to escape, saying that if V did get back to the reservation he >uld surely be recaptured. He be loved that he would be kindly treated while a captive, and perhaps the white chief would intercede for him to obtain his pardon. After asking him not to lose courage, they smoked again and Bilently withdrew. In about ten days Lon Horse returned, bringing a portion of his tribe with him. The Indians with Iron Horse came directly to headquarters and asked for a council. As many as could get into the General’s room entered. There was time, while they were preparing, to send for the ladies, and a lew of ns were tucked away on the lonnge with instruc tions not to move or whisper, for my husband treated these Indians with as much consideration as if they had been crowned heads. The Indiars turned a surprised, rather scornful glance into the “ladies’ gallery,” for their women are i.lways kept in the background. In re- tarn for this we did not hesitate to criti cise their toilets. They were gorgeous in full dress. Iron Horse wore an elab orately beaded and painted buckskin shirt, with masses of solid embroidery of porcupine qnilis. The sleeves and shonl- ders were ornamented with A FRINGE or SOALP LOOKS. Some of the hair we saw with a shud der was light and wavy. I could not but picture the little head “ running over with curls” from which it had been taken, for all the Indian locks I have ever seen were straight and black. The chief wore on his shoulders a sort of cape, trimmed with a frirge of snowy ermine. His leggings were a mass of bead work. He wore a cap of otter with out a crown, though, for it is their cus tom to leave the top of tho head uncov ered. Three eagle feathers, that denote the number of warriors killed, were so fastened in that they stood erect. There were several perforations in each ear f:om which depended bead ear-rings. He had armlets of burnished brass; t brown around him was a beaded blanket The red clay pipe had the wooden stem Inlaid with silver, and was embellished with the breast feathers of brilliantly plumaged birds. The tobacco bag, about t.ro feet long, had not an inch that was not decorated. The costume was simply superb. Lon Horse began his speech in the a iual high-pitched, unchangeable key. He thanked the General for the care of his brother, and the whole tenor of tho rest was repeated petitions to ask the reat father in Washington to spare his life. He then slowly took off his elabo- ate buckskin shirt and presented it to ly husband. He ended by making A SINGULAR REQUEST, which was worthy of Damon and Pythias. Two sly young braves in the outer circle of the untitled, asked per mission through their chief to share the captivity of Bain-in-the-Face. I could not help recalling what some one had '.old me in the East, that women some times go to the State Prison at Sing Sing ■<nd importune to be allowed to share the imprisonment of their husbands or brothers; but no instance is fonndin the history of that great institution where a man has asked to divide with a friend or relative the sufferings of his sentence. After his two friends had left him, Bain-in-the-Face occupied a part of the guard house with a citizen who had been cangbt stealing grain from the storehouse. For several months they had been chained together and used to walk in front of the little prison for ex ercise and air. The guard-house was a poorly-built, insecure wooden building. After a time th6 sentinels became less vigilant, and tho citizen, with help from his friends outside, who were working in the same way, cut a hole in the wall at night and escaped. He broke the chain attaching him t tho Indian, who was left free to follow We fonnd afterward that Bain-in-the- Face did not dare to return to the reser vation, but made bis way to the hostile camp. In the spring of 1874 he sent word from there by an agency Indian that he had joined Sitting Bull, and was awaiting his revenge for bis imprison ment. The stained waters of the Little Big Horn, on June 25,1876, told how deadly and fatal that was. The vengeance of that incarnate fiend was concentrated on the man who had effected his cap ture. It was found on the battlefield that he had cut out the brave heart of that gallant, loyal, and lovable man, our brother Tom. A Chinese Intoxicant. The spectacle of two Chinamen stag gering along Smithfield street the other night, evidently "three sheets in the wind,” was one that jexcited some curi osity. Whether they had been tanking up after the most approved American style on plain ordinary lager beer or old Monongahela rye, was the question. “They have a quiet little still of their own,” was a remark of a habitue of City Hall. "Chinaman don’t take kindly to beer, or whisky. They go to one of their countrymen in town who deals in the article and get a bottle of liqnid distilled from rioe. I tell you it’s a lively drink, too. Why stone fences and Jersey lightning are like water when put on a level with incopee. That’s what the Chinamen call it. The Chinese storekeepers in San Franoisco import the staff and ship it to their agents in different partB of the country. It is put up in queer-shaped bottles and looks some thing like gin. Yon can get plenty of it in town if you have a Chinese friend. Just ask John Chinaman next time he brings your washing to get you a bottle of incopee and give him SI. It's sur prising how muoh these Mongols can stand. They will sip incopee all even ing and toddle home in single file with out varying a shade from a straight line. Sometines though they get more than they can carry, just like those fellows you saw pass by. Why, if an old toper on whisky were to try incopee it would knock him out flat in three rounds. It’s a mighty queer liquor and a bad thing to fool with. If you do you will want to whip your mother- in-law and your best friend in half an hour.—Pittsburg Dispatch. A NEW THEORY. "I tell you all men are liars. "Oh, not so bad as that.” "Yes, sir; every one of them.” "How about George Washington F "He told the truth just once, and it was so remarkable an act that they made it a part of history.”—Chicago News. CALLED BACK; He Fecnpra From Prison, Marries and Settles Down, When He Is Discovered and Taken Back 10 Prison, A few days ago Governor Hughes is sued a pardon for Benjamin F. Taylor, a young man under sentence for several years on account of a crime committed when he was a boy of sixteen. The ex ercise of the pardoning power is some thing which requires the utmost caution, and the most careful consideration. It is a well known fact that innocent men are often convicted and sentenced, and it is also beyond denial that men guilty in the eyes of the low may yet be deserving of clemency. This is why the power has been left in the handB of the Governor, and it remains with him to discriminate as to the merits of the scores and hun dreds of prayers for pardon which pom in upon Irim. The case of young Taylor is one which has attracted considerable attention, and has been watched with no small degree of interest. His story reade like a romance. He was led away by evil associates, and in his seventeenth year found himself within the walls of the State Penitentiary with a long term of imprisonment staring him in the face. He was a daring little fellow, and before he had been long in the stripes he made a bold dash for liberty, evaded the guards and, taking to the woods, suc ceeded in baffling all pursuit. His in sight into prison life seems to have had a most salutary effect upon him, for he made his way into Texas, and under an assnmed name soon became identified with one of the smaller towns, living an honest and industrious life. He was respected by the community, and when he married one of the belles of the town everyone looked upon it as a most happy match. He lived thns in peace and se curity several years, but one bright evening as he sat by bis fireside with his children at his knee the officers of the law came in upon him. His sin had found him out, and he was torn from his happy home and oarried back in chains to the Little Bock Penitentiary. Heart broken, his loving wife followed him. Petitions from leading citizens of his new home poured in. It was an unusual case, and the Governor gave it his closest attention. The young man’s record at the penitentiary, both before and after his escape, was commended by the authorities. At last the decision was reached, the paper was signed, and the patient wife received her happy husband, once more a free man. The Governor was highly recommended for the action on his part, and it was predicted that he had been instrumental in restoring to the world a man wh® would be an honor to himself and his friends, and a living monument to justice and humanity. Tho following letter from the poor fellow shows his feelings when once more at home:— “I am happy—very happy this morn ing. I am once more at home and a free man for evermore. How sijd I have been, shut up in your prison there, away from my family aud those whom I loved so dearly. Once more I am with that dear loving wife who left her Texas home and followed me to the prison door, never reproaching me, but striving all the time that 1 might be freed. A kind Governor was he who troated her so courteously and viewed my ease so fairly. Never shall he regret his clemeuoy and never shall the justice of his act be doubted. We shall never forget him, and our little ones shall learn to breathe his name in nightly prayer. Who can doubt that he had most just ground fort is aotidn? The offence was oommitted years ago by a mere boy, and most bitterly have the faults of the youth been repented by the man. Kind words of advice and admonition he gave me, and most carefully have I cherished them. Beccived in my Texas home with warm-hearted friendship and freely for given; with the memory of the kind sym pathy I received in Little Bock, how much the more will I strive to live a life which shall repay it all. “Benjamin F. Taylor.” —Arkansas Gazette. “Just Swinging Out In the Yard.” ARTLESS REPLY OP A CHILD WHOSE MOTHER HAD HANGED HERSELF TO A TREE. When Mr. Washington Jenkins re turned home to dinner in Dahlonega- not seeing his wife, he asked his nine- year-old child: "Where’s mamma ?” "Oh, she’s just swinging out in tbe yard,” was the child’s artless response, but she won’t let me swing any at alL” Beaching the yard, Jenkins was horrified to find his wife hanging Lorn the limb of an apple tree stone dead. His cries soon brought the neighbors who were shocked not only at the swinging body but at the attempt of the husband to kill himself. Butting his head against the tree his face began to stream with blood from the wounds. It was found necessary to bind him hand and foot and he now lies bound and stark crazy. Jenkins was jealous of his wife, evidently without cause. In leaving in the morn ing he gave expression to his want of confidence in her, when she went into the back yard and with the clothes line put herself out ol mundane tronble. A Dangerous Experiment. One day last fall a small boy of White Plains, N. Y., had his ears filled with oats by some boys with whom he waa skylarking in a bam. The boy scratched and cleaned out, as he thought, all of the grain, and wgpt about his business. About six wlBs ago the boy was taken with a severe pain in his ear. His head swelled up, and he was in awful agony. All reme dies failed, and his mother took him to a physician, who removed two kernels of oats which had Mronted and taken root in the^^^|^^^|^^is now per fectly well WIT AND WISDOM. A railroad strike—a collision. The typo Tighter—the proof-reader. Never fret; it will .only shorten your days. Never stand long at a comer of a street. Never abuse one who was once your bosom friend. Never reply to the epithet of a fool, or a low follow. Never speak in a contemptuous mau her of womankind. Never taste an atom when you are not hungry; it is suicidal. Hailing cabs is a common thing when it is hailing pitchforks. Never spend many of your evenings away from your family. A chancery court is one in which jus. tice has an even chance. Nev&r anticipate too much; disap pointment is not pleasant. The Englisa policy in Egypt -False Prophets and quick returns. Never speak of yonr parents as the “old man” or “old woman.” The “one more” drink has made a hundred thousand drunkards. A girl may be a good violin player and yet not be able to draw a beau. We propose that the phrase “money ho object” be amended to read “money no objection.” A poet sings: "The jocund spring in here.” Yes; we never saw a more joakin’ spring than this. Professor : “Mention an oxido.” Student: “Leather.” Professor: "Oxide of what?” Student: "Oxide of Beef.” Exit Professor. An old friend is not always the per son whom it is easiest to make a confi dant of ; there is the barrier of remem bered communications under other cir cumstances. He was a likable man; sweet-tempered, ready-witted, frank, without grins of suppressed bitterness or other conversa tional flavors which make half of us an affliction to our friends. Lafayette had a great mind, aad he knew what he was doing when he as sisted the United States. France is now getting large supplies of canned frogs from this country. - We often think we are of great im portance to other people; that they must be thinking of os and our affairs; that they watch our actions and shape their course accordingly. In general we are quite mistaken. The craze for lady barbers is dying out. After a man has his face cut bias, his throat shirred and his hair pompa- doured and been talked to death, he naturally returns to the male barber and take3 chloroform. “Why do bees make wax?” asks a farm journal. We do not knew, unless it is because no one has told them that the honey manufacturers are willing to make it for them' out of paraffino.— Philadelphia Call. In a fashionable novel the author says: "Lady Emma trembled, grew pale, and immediately fainted.” The printer, putting “p” instead of “f,” rendered it, “Tho lady grew pale, and immediately painted.” An agricultural journal says: "Spring is the best time in the year to move bees.” It may be; but if a bee settles on your neck, or any other portion of your anatomy, in the fall, don’t wait un til the spring to move it. A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one o: bis opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, aud he grows angij that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. The small boy feels that it is tempt ing Providence for a leading grdeej firm to put large and luscious look oranges right out on the sidewalk] label them: “Do not fail to try oranges; they are very nice.” Winning His Name. General Jackson was known a! the soldiers who had served under as “Old Hickory,” a sobriquet given him during the Creek war. His brigade was making a forced march, without baggage or tents, to surprise the In dians in one of their villages, and were for several days and nights exposed to the peltings of a March storm, the rain freezing os it fell. General Jackson got a severe cold, but did not complain, as he tried to sleep in a muddy bottom among his half frozen soldiers. Oaj tain Allen and his brother John ci down a stout hickory tree, peeled the bark and made a covering for, General, who was with difficulty suaded to crawl into it. The next ing a drunken citizen entered the and seeing the tent kicked it over.' Jackson crawled from the ruins topeT cried: "Hello, Old Hickory7 come out of your bark and jine us in a drink 1” Thenceforth the General was known in camp as "Old Hickory,” and when he was talked of as a Presidential candidate, the nickname was adopted by his supporters. — Ben: Perley Moore. Settled It.—A negro brought suit in a Georgia Justice’s Court for possession of two shoats and a sow and pigs, and gained it His lawyer, as soon as the case was decided, settled the fees for himself, Sqnire A., the lawyer on the other side, and the court “Well, Joe, Squire A. will take one of the shoats, I’ll take the other one, the Judge will take the sow and pigs, and yon’ve gained the case.” The First.—Bob Hamill, the anthor of the Anti-Treating law, was arrested in Wells, Nevada, on the 25th ult, for violating the some. He was re-^ leased on his own recognizance. A GREAT CROW ROOST. A letter from Bushkill, Pa., dated April 14th, says:—As Simon Tranel, a farmer, living near High Knob, in the southwestern portion of this county, was chopping in the woods abont half way up the mountain on Thursday last, he was attracted by a flock of crows which appeared suddenly from a south ern direction and alighted in a high tree a hundred yards away. After a great deal of lond cawing the flock arose and flew away in the direction they had come. Trauel then went on with his work. About tbe middle of the afternoon, an hour after the crows- had taken their departure, he happened to look south ward, and saw that the sky was black with some approaching object. In a few minutes he discovered that it was a immense flock of crows, which soon swept into the Kuob woods, and with a thunder of wings and deafening clamor of throats settled down into the trees, whose leafless branches became black ened with the birds from top to bottom. For three hours flock after flock of crows poured into the woods, until the side of the hill for a space of more than forty acres was covered so thickly with them that big branches were split from the trees beneath their weight. It was nearly dark when the last crow found a resting place in the woods, and mid night came before quiet was restored in the vast congregation. The crows remained in the woods until last Monday. Early every morn ing flocks would start out from the col ony, taking different directions, and after being absent for-an hour or so would one after another return. Their arrival was greeted with the wildest commotion all through the woods, vo ciferous cawing and flapping of wings being kept up for some minuteB. Then other flocks would go out, to be met with the same hubbub on their return. The news of the great erow roost spread around the thinly-settled region, and people came from far and near to see and hear the crows. On Saturday a number of the natives agreed that it would be a good thing, now that they had apparently all the crows there were in the country within reaoh, to make nightly raids on them, and thus save a great deal of future loss to cornfields. Accordingly, a party of seven, armed with guns and long poles, and some of them carrying torches, be gan the work of destruction. They reached the woods where the crows were sleeping about nine o’cloek. The torohes were lit, and the raiders entered the woods. They had not proceeded far when they were greeted with a yell of defiance from 100,000 crows. The yell was followed by hundreds of the birds boldly attacking the invading party, using both beak and claw with suoh effect that the surprised backwoodsmen were forced to flee to save themselves. They were followed to the edge of the woods by flocks of infuriated crows, and not a shot was fired nor a crow killed. On Monday morning, for the first time, not a flack left the woods, bnt all was bustle, commotion, and noise among the ''trees. Crows were darting in directions, uttering peculiar ories, evidently anxious to be everywhere once. Just before noon matters bee comparatively quiet, and then sr floclm began to emerge from the wc goiug in all directions. This exj continued until late in the. when evei - crow had none can back. Tj| piece of woods they. By Bail Instead of Trail, HOW TEXAS GET ITS CATTLE ANTINE, The quarS^^^^^^^HM^ansas against the earae from^BI^H^ebrok- en up the northern drives inuWr £ State, and to meet the pressing demand for an outlet for the stock cattle of the Texas ranches the Fort Worth and Denver City Bailroad is being extended at the rate of a mile a day beyond Wichita Falls. This will give transportation for southern and southwestern Texas cattle to Harrold, .which is a newly established town. The cattle designed for the North will then be driven across the Indian Territory to the terminus of the St. Louis, Fort Scott and Wichita Bailroad, where they will be reshipped in cars. The cattle that are to go to the fattening ranges in Colorado, Wyoming and Mon tana will be driven along the old Griffin and Dodge trail, through the neutral strip just north of the Panhandle coun try and thus they will reach Colorado. The Texas cattle interests for a time seemed seriously threatened by tho cattle quarantine, but the railroad has taken the place of the trail. It is be lieved that this will prove to be a solu tion of a serious difficulty. The North ern cattlemen, who have been influential enough to sedure quarantine legislation, claim that the Texas herds bring death and disease to their cattle although pass ing by themselves in excellent condition. There has been no doubt of this infec tion and its origin, but its cause is a mystery. The southern Texas cattle appear to spread the fever worse than those from the northern ranges. There is no plague that the Kansas cowmen dread more than the Texas fever, and in crossing a trail on their drives they will put their cattle on a run, despite all con sequent loss of flesh, until the herd is beyond the limits of the path of the Texas herds. It is claimed that when northern oattle are permitted to graze or drink where Texas cattle have passed the fever is certain to appearand to cause serious losses. This war of interests, whioh threatened to become most bitter, is likely to end with the rail in plaoe of the trail. Took IIis’n with Quinia. Old Pete, a worthless darkey, who ekes out an existence by fiddling at dances whenever his services are re quired, entered Dr. Feesick’s drug store one evening, just as a patient was taking a dose which looked suspiciously like spirits frumenti. Pete doffed his remnant of a hat and respectfully waited until the doctor had waited on his cus tomer, who, smacking his lips, left. Pete approached the doctor confiden* tially, and whispered: “Boss, I’d like awful well to have a dram of dat ar sperits.” “Why,” said the doctor, “you are mistaken. I can’t sell yon any liquor.’’ "Oh,” said Pete, "I don’t want ter pay fer it.” “Well, that’s worse yet,” smilingly replied the doctor, “but I’ll tell you, that gentleman who was in here just now took a whisky with quinia in it.” "Quinia I Wat’s dat ?” “Why, that’s amedisjES-geOcTfor a cold.” “ "Dat’s it, jest what I want it fer. -I-,- -.--m THE LIME-KILN CLUB. IYORDS OF WISDOM FROM PARA DISE HALL. President Uardncr Delivers n Lectnre Jo au Erring Brother. 'If Ancestor Jinkins am in de hall to night he will please step dis way.” said Brother Gardner as the meeting open^ with fourteen kerosene lamps full blast. Ancestor was in, and as could get his feet clear of th he waddled up the aisle ari “attention” with his toes t| "Brudder Jinkins com ident, “I was told to-daf was bar’fut an’ your chi bread. ” "Well, sab, ij| “I suppose < hasn’t done a 1 "Work has Infl • ‘Exactly. You had ’ last fall, didn’t you ?j “Yes, sab.” "You was an’ you struj "Yes, s' “An’j your. co 1 aw: pen.l Jinki| “Wi I had soN "Sartin- wife at do 1 chill’en beggi? dozen creditors^ bills.” "Hadn’t a labcj wages?" demand "He had. Ht| day, but he ca skill or muscl| an’ he mus’ j Jinkins, let i your ear.* thumb doa dishun of la] You may in battQ thing I get. Be whitewash^ frow away de der Jinkinsj blacking “T| ideah what wiffi “Beckon I wqt! do.” “Jistso, sah. Noil*! twenty-five cents am few an’J but lots doin’ at twenty cd better policy to hold a steady^ have no'work at all ?” “Beckon, sah.” "You kin tike yer seat, Brudder. Jinl kins. Any principle am all right on a' lull stomach. Any theory onfall rigjj if you have a big woodpile at the doa De orator who declar’s dat you ortej hev twelve shillin’s a day won’t go bun- it of your strike. We 1|T int we am idiotsj re can’t I
