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A PROVERB.
I’m not a superstitious man.
With any blind belief in fate,
But through my veins a shiver ran
At something which I read of late.
I glanced a book of proverbs through,
To pass some moments spent alone,
And there the saying met my view,
That “Soon or late all things are known.
I laid the book nside and thought
About the secrets of my life,
A wild career, with failings fraught,
And long-repented errors rife.
What mattered that above the heap
The lapse of years a mound had thrown,
The axe of Fate goes straight and deep,
And “ Soon or late all things are known.’ 1
Nay, gentle reader, do not start,
And picture me the mail of crime,
Because I’m faint and sad at heart,
To think of what may come in time.
Let him lie first to raise his hand
And cast at me the eruel stone,
Who feels he ean unflinching stand
Where “Soon or late all things are known. 1
■
TOO LITTLE, EH ?
Two little girls are better than one,
Two little boys can double the fun,
Two little birds can build a fine nest,
Two little arms can love mother best,
Two little ponies must go to a span,
Two little pockets has my little man,
Two little eyes to open and close,
Two little ears and one little nose,
Two little elbows, dimpled and sweet,
Two little shoes on two little feet,
Two little lips and one little chin,
Two little cheeks with roses set in,
Two little shoulders chubby and strong,
Two little legs running all day long,
Two little prayers does my darling say,
Twice does he kneel by my side each day,
Two little folded hands, soft and brown,
Two little eyelids cast meekly down,
And two little angels guard him in bed,
One at the foot and one at the head.
“ROUGHING IT.”
TU'EL V'E li.i V'S .i.TI M.VO THE M / .V
--TAWS'S OF JS'ORTH GEORfHA.
A lMHicult Mountain Pass—Tallnla, the
Terrible—Nurlli Georgia Customs—
Clarksville - ‘‘Grub Out"-- Specimen
Biscuit—Cossy Meek Grank Croim-
Cleavelantl ami Mount Yonah.
Editorially Reported for the Oglethorpe Echo.
Last week we left our party at Toccoa Falls.
Binee our last visit here some improvements
have taken place in its near vicinity. About
half a mile down the creek, and immediately
on its hanks, a little rustic-looking hotel has
been built, which appeared to be very well
patronized. A short distance therefrom is the
“MINERAL SPUING,”
hut to our taste the only mineral we detected
was a slight flavor of swamp mud, and as
soon as the surrounding flats are properly
drained even this ingredient will vanish, and
the proprietor will be forced to resort to arti
ficial means to retain its reputation.
We climbed to the top of the falls, but as
every one knows who has tried the experi
ment, the scenery tlid not compensate for the
trouble. On our return to the wagon, which
Was left unguarded at the usual stopping place,
we saw two white men briskly retiring from
the same. Their object was evidently
TO STEAL
some of its contents, but our sudden return
frustrated their designs.
Our road to Tallula —thirteen miles distant
—runs directly across a chain of the Toccoa
mountains. The highway is kept in good
orders comparatively, but owing to the steep
and rugged ascent, the traveler who has any
compassion for his team will walk a good
portion of the way. For a distance of several
miles a road has been excavated from the
SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN,
only wide enough for a single vehicle. llow
they manage to pass each other is to us a
mystery. Happily, we encountered no one
iu this narrow detile. At some points, had
our mules veered the least to the left, wagon
and drivers would have been hurled down a
perpendicular precipice over an hundred feet
into the roaring waters below. By taking the
left hand a few miles from Toccoa this ruoged
route can be avoided, but it is a few miles
further. The scenery on this road, however,
amply compensates the tourist for all disad
vantages.
One feature of special note in this mountain
country islthe irregularity of
THEIR MILES.
While you occasionally find one in the neigh
borhood of the proper distance, you will gen
erally find “jist about ermile” measure some
thing near thrice that distance. To show the
gross ignorance of the natives, while one man
will tell you a given point is two miles dis
tant, the next traveler is just as apt to
pronounce it seven or twenty miles, as the
spirit moves him. These inaccuracies, how
ever, were made plain to us by a gentleman,
who explained that the people of this region
always compute distances from their homes
—for instance, if a man lived nine miles from
Tallula Falls, and you met him twenty miles
from his residence, and asked how tar it was
to the first named point, he would unhesita
tingly tell you nine miles. The only redress
left the traveler is an appeal to the
SIGN-BOARDS,
but the intelligent (?) painter is just as apt to
spell ou word thereon as another, vide the
following:
: tU TUIULaK fOfe :
• 3hremDs. :
We asked an old woman at the next house the
distance, and she replied : *‘ We’uns used ter
call it seven smart miles, but them Stuckoa
folks went ami fotcht her inside of three ; but
strangers, ’fore you git thar you’ll think the
old count right”— and we did. Our inform
ant dangled a shingle from her gate-post, thus
labeled—
“SlDA FUR SAIL HEAR!”
To the after regret of several members of our
party we invested three nickels in her “sida,”
which proved to be the most villainous eom
pound that ever passed the lips of man; but
as the seller did not offer it as “cider,” we
had no redress, and our Treasurer placed the
bill under head of “ Profit and Loss.”
About live o’elock we reached
TALLCLA FALLS.
Striking a camp our party started out to ex
plore the wonders. Great improvement has
taken place here. New paths have been open
ed by which the traveler can now explore
points heretofore considered impenetrable,
and neat signs point out the different places
of interest. These tails can now be explored
for over a mile, and the route is extending
each season. Tis useless for pen to attempt a
portrayal of the beauty and grandeur of this
spot. To be appreciated one must visit it in
person. The cave, known as “ Vulcan''s
Forge,” in the perpendicular clift' opposite
“ Devil’s Pulpit,” can now be entered with
the assistance of a guide : but the task is not
only laborious but quite dangerous—the en
trance being reached by descending a tree
near a perpendicular precipice of hundreds of
feet. This cave was first explored about five
years ago, by Messrs. Wood and Jester, of
Athens. The Habersham side of the tails is
owned by two gentlemen, one of whom, a Mr.
Young ,has erected a capital hotel in a flat at
the head of the fulls, He has more applica
tions for board than bis limited room can ac
commodate, but will by next fall have sever
al additions built to the house. We wok sup
per here, and made several very pleasant ac
quaint <nees, We found
.* VISITORS
from South *■, Georgia, Alabama and
CThe (Ogldljorpc Cdjo,.
•* i *
BY T. L. GANTT.
other States. There was an inexcusable lack of
servants, but as soon as a stranger seats him
self at the table, his nearest neighbors take
him in hand and keep his plate bountitully
supplied with the best. There is a kindness
and sociability among the guests at this hotel
that we have never before seen at a summer
resort.
On the evening of our arrival a party of
ladies and gentlemen ascended a mountain
near the hotel to witness “ the setting of the
sun.” On their return trip they accidentally
invaded a nest of
YELLOW-JACKETS,
and every member of the party was quickly
made aware of the fact. One young lady was
so seriously wounded in the affray that for
some time she had to eat her meals while
standing.
Saturday morning, about ten o’clock, we
bid adieu to Tallula, and journeyed toward
Mossy Creek Camp-Meeting, in White coun
ty, a few miles from Cleveland.
The country over which we traveled was
not badly broken for this region—some of the
land being exceedingly productive, while oth
er spots were as poor as could be. In the
evening we passed through
CLARKSVILLE,
which place reminded us of a seedy old aris
tocrat —a town that once had some pretentions
to life and enterprise, and would strive to
make the traveler believe that she still pos
sesses these advantages; but it does not take
the most observant eye to see that Clarksville
is suffering rapid decay from “ a dry rot.”
Much more desirable resorts have deprived
her of the summer tourists, and the shriek of
the steam whistle on the Air-Line sounded
the death-knell to tier trade. In a few more
years she will survive only in the hearts of
her former visitors, who can ne’er forget the
halcyon summer days they have known with
in her hospitable limits. She is now but a
wreck, which, iu a few years, will drift to
pieces and be obliterated.
On leaving the town we took a wrong road
and landed at a mill. Once righted we trav
eled on without further interruption, and at
nightfall stojiped near an uninviting farm
house. Upon opening our provision-box, a
sat truth stared us in the face —in the lan
guage of Bob Young—
“grub’s out!”
We can never forget the look of abject misery
depictic on our young friend’s face when he
gave utterance to these monosyllables. We
were all ravenously hungry, and something
must be done quickly. A happy thought:
Treasurer Bacon repaired to the farm-house
and contracted for the instant production of
three dozen biscuit and a peck of fried ham,
[we having a canvassed ham with us.] While
the meal was being prepared we took an in
ventory of the household effects of our con
tractor, viz.: 11 children, in all degrees of
filth ; 1 weeding-hoe used as an oven ; a bro
ken frying-pan, and dilapidated dinner-pot.
Our stomach commenc’d to rebel when the host
drew off a shoe and began to mine in the soil
between his toes; but when a glance was giv
en at our cook’s hands, and the odoriferous
baby she ever and anon stopped to fondle, all
appetite vanished on the spot. But the meal
was at length turned over to us, iu the shape
of three pecks of biscuit, the smallest of
which would measure six inches through and
weigh five pounds, and chunks of half-burnt,
half-raw meat. A dissection of a biscuit devel
oped a
thick layer of flies,
a sprinkling of other ingredients not set down
in most cook-books, and an odor not at all
resembling otter of roses. They were entirely
devoid of grease, but a liberal supply of soda
made up for all shortcomings in that direc
tion. By carefully picking out all flies and
other foreign matter, Messrs. Bacon and Smith
managed to make out quite a hearty meal, but
the reM of our party went to bed supperless.
At breakfast, by blindfolding himself, Bob
Young “ made out” to eat a light repast,
while Ed Maxwell and the writer dieted on
what crumbs were left from the provisions
cooked at home. The objectionable biscuit
were given to the mules, but upon even these
ANIMALS REFUSING TO EAT THEM
they were emptied behind a log, perhaps
some day to be resurrected by an interprising
mineralogist, who will give the world a long
essay on the discovery of “ common house
flies imbedded in strange-shaped rocks.”
Our readers can imagine the tone of our
stomachs when we drove up to the ronowned
MOSSY CREEK CAMP-GROUND.
It was about ten o’clock on Sunday morning,
and for over a mile in circumference the space
was blackened with humanity, stock and ve
hicles. Asa general thing the gathering was
composed of exceedingly plaiu and illiterate
mountaineers and their families, but we noti
ced a “sprinkling” of fashion and education,
generally, however, hailing from Gainesville
or some other “ enlightened” locality.” But
our citizens must not suppose all of White
county is veiled in ignorance, for we here met
as true refinement and elegance of manner as
any section can boast.
THE QUILLAINS
are residents of White, and to them are we
indebted for a most agreeable day. This is a
large family—nearly all the sons ministers of
the Gospel—and are noted throughout the
State for their hospitality. Mr. George Quil
lain married in our county. He is a most in
teresting and agreeable gentleman, and one of
the ablest ministers in the M. E. Church. We
were pleased to meet at his tent Miss Fannie
Smith, of this county, who was on a visit to
her sister.
St rolling over the grounds, judge our sur
prise and pleasure at seeing Messrs. John G.
M. Edwards, Red Martin, and the Misses Lila
and Alice Edwards, who were on a tour to
the mountains like ourselves. We dined
with them at a hospitable farmer’s with whom
they were stopping. Our greatest regret was
that their route lay in an opposite direction to
that mapped out by our party.
Several of our tourists had never attended a
camp-meeting before, and to them this gath
ering was quite a novelty—particularly the
shouting, which at times grew almost deafen
ing. We noticed that the more ignorant (ap
parently from their dress) the convert, the
louder their demonstration.
Seeing a rather intelligent-looking farmer,
we undertook to interview him, when the
following conversation took place:
“ Do you reside in this county, sir ?”
“ No—l lives up on Sandy creek.”
“ In what county is Sandy creek ?”
“ Dunno that it’s in any county -I b’lieve
it's in Georgy!”
We left him to his fate.
Leaving the ground about midnight, we
drove a few miles in the country to camp.
Monday morning we passed through
CLEAVELAND,
the county site of White, an insignificant little
mountain town. Mount Airy has deprived
this village of its trade, there being but one
store in the place—if store it may be called.
The jail here is a disgrace to civilization, be
ing veutillated by windows about ten inches
square.
To the traveler, White county does not pre
sent a very inviting appearance ; but we learn
that it is" thickly dotted with rich valleys,
smaller than Nacooche, but equally produc
tive. These are generally owned by wealthy
men, and cannot be bought. The poorer class
get a meagre living from the barren uplands,
paving one-third of all they make for rent.
The vallevs often rent for half their yield.
A drive" of a few miles brought us to Mrs.
Black’s, the point from which the ascent of
mount Yonah
must begin. Here we had some clean and
edible cooking done. A walk of three miles
carried ns to the top of the mountain, where
we met a party of visitors from Nacooche.
This mountain can be sealed on one side by
moles and horses, but the path is steep and
rough. The timber on the summit of this
mountain was felled a few years ago by U. S.
surveyors and a signal pole erected on its
highest peak, by which to obtain bearings.
Since then sprouts from the stamps have
almost blockaded the way, and it is with the
greatest difficulty one ean walk about.
Our next article will be devoted to the Vale
of Naeooche—the fairest spot on earth.
Better than Hot Springs—Dß. DUR
HAM’S BLOOD PURIFIER,
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 11, 1877.
nt: m tries.
—Give the tramps no quarter.
—A 2-foot rule : keep your feet dry.
—A natural bridge: That belonging to
the nose.
—The best binding for a borrowed
book is homeward bound.
—Tom Thumb is worth £400,000: just
exactly £33,333 33J per foot.
—The codfish often answers the ques
tion, how fish may become fowl.
—The man who said he was “ out on a
lark,” was really out on a swallow.
—How does a cow become a landed
estate? By turning her into afield.
—A prudent man is like a pin : bis
head prevents him from going too far.
—Why was Washington like a news
paper man ? Because he couldn’t tell a
lie.
—A successor to Brigham Young is
suggested in the person of Rev. Henry
Ward Beecher.
—Asparagus resembles long sermons
in one important particular: the ends are
mostly sought after.
—Postmaster-General Key is not a
Spaniard, but most of the papers give
him the title of Don.
—“ Change cars!” is what a boot-black
said to Tom Witcher when he had fin
ished one of his brogans.
—“ You seem to walk more erect than
usual, my friend.” “Yes, I have been
straightened by circumstances.”
—An advertisement says “ Consump
tives take notice.” That is certainly a
cheap and harmless remedy to take.
—They have grass thirty feet high in
Texas. The only way they can cut it
down is to,fire scythes at it out of a can
non.
—Yes, we all agree that the great need
of the hour is cheaper funerals—unless it
is our funeral. Then one is not so par
ticular.
—A grocer had a pound of sugar re
turned with a note saying: “ Too much
sand for table use and not enough for
building purposes.”
—The Dayton Democrat lias seen a
horse in that place eat meat. We have
frequently seen a horse run for stakes,
with a bit in his mouth.
—A St. Louis reviewer wrote an arti
cle entitled, “ Martin Luther—Diet of
Wurins and the compositor set it up,
“ Martin Luther died of worms.”
—New York detectives are now con
vinced that Charley Ross murdered Ben
jamin Nathan, and is concealing himself
to escape the consequences of bis crime.
—A stroke of lightning the other day
tore a boy’s boot all to pieces and didn't
harm the boy. The reason was he had
placed the boot under a tree and gone in
swimming.
—“ We find,” said a coroner’s jury out
West, “ that Bill Thompson came to his
death by holding five aces when Jake
Smith had four. And we find that nine
aces are too many in a pack.”
—A reporter for a Wisconsin paper
writes: “Those who personally know
our esteemed fellow citizen, Col. ,
will regret to hear that he was brutally
assaulted last evening, but not killed.”
—“ My friend, she was a good ’oman ;
she didn’t know nothin’ about yer belles
letters, yer rhetoric and all that kind o’
stuff, but when yer come to darnin' socks
and inakin’ fatty bread, I tell yer she was
a yaller dog under the wagon.”
—Master Jackey (inquiringly). “Why
dou’t baby eat buns, aunty?” Aunt
Singleton. “Because she has no teeth,
dear,” Master Jackey (audibly).
“ Then why can’t you lend her yours
aunty? You ain’t always using ’em.”
—A Connecticut dentist has got hold
of a composition whereby he can make
teeth at a cost of less than fifty cents per
set. This will enable the female wearer
of false teeth to have a set to match eve
ry suit she owus, both iu color and de
sign.
—One of the old Blue Laws of Connec
ticut said : “ No one shall run on the
Sabbath day, except reverently.” Imag
ine a man just out of church pursuing a
fleeing tile reverently, before a high wind
and in the presence of the interested
congregation.
—ln the Mount Auburn Cemetery,
Boston, is a lot containing five stones,
one at each corner and one in the centre.
The latter is inscribed “ Our Husband,”
and the others respectfully bear “My I
Wife,” “My II Wife,” “My 111 Wife,”
and “ My IV Wife.”
—Gail Hamilton says this voluntary
resignation by office holders all over the
country is very much like that of the old
farmer’s wife. “ Was she willing to die?”
inquired the sympathizing neighbor.
“ Willing!” responded the bluff old wid
ower, “ she was obleeged to.”
—An exchange says that bats introduce
bed-bugs in dwellings. We were never
in a dwelling where bats did anything of
the kind. All the bed-bugs that we have
met seemed perfectly well acquainted
and familiar with us without waiting for
a bat or anybody else to introduce them.
—Parson Rathsfel asked his family
physician last week : “ Doctor, you have
hail such an extended experience at
death beds, and have seen so many peo
ple go hence, that I would like to ask
you what class are most resigned and die
the happiest ?” “Well, parson, I have
not seen so very many deaths, but, so far
as I have been able to learn, the people
who die the happiest are those who are
hanged.”
—At a Harrison county, Ky., wed
ding, we are informed, the bride danced
several charming reels within a circle of
three feet in diameter. She shanged
shoes once on account of her new ones
not sounding right against the floor.
The prompter gave the very unique com
mands during the dance, “Rock to the
right, rock to the left, grind coffee, wring
the dis-rag, rock the cradle,” &c. At the
wind up of the dance the bride showed
her agility by kicking the groom’s hat
off his head.
—A whoop-bang sort of a boy, with
feet as broad and flat as a pie-tin, trotted
through the Central Market yesterday
till he reached a stall kept by a single
woman about thirty years old. Halting
there, he yelled out: “ Say! say ! Your
little boy has been run over and killed,
up by the City Hall!” “ Oh ! oh ! Heav
ens—oh ! oh! !” She screamed as she
made a dive under the counter, came up
on the outside, and started to follow the
; boy. After goiug ten feet she halted,
i looked very foolish all of-' udden, and
i remarked-: “Whata t" im ! Why,
’ I ain’t even marr"
TALK WITH BRIGHAM YOUNG.
litfsestliw u /.v/.s e 7;. x y of
THE .nOft.n#.Y PROPHET.
MTiat ho Said on Itis Seventy-Sixth
Birthday--His Early Experience-*
Brother Joseph and the Visiting An
gel--Brigham's Wives and Children
--The Xativoo Tragedy—Kejoieing
on Beaching the New Jerusalem.
New York Sun.
While in Salt Lake in June, I spent
four afternoons with Brigham Young.
As I had written the life of Artemus
Ward and had reproduced engravings of
his old Mormon panorama, the prophet
took a great deal of interest in me and
talked with me without reserve for hours.
The last afternoon John W. Young,
Brigham’s favorite son and successor,
called with a carriage and took myself
and wife to the Lion House, where we
saw the inner life of the prophet and
talked with his wives and children.
As these are, perhaps, the last conver
sations had with Brigham Young, I
thought them of so much value that I
was writing them out to publish iu book
form, when the telegraph came announc
ing the prophet’s death.
I now send them to the Sun.
“I’m seventy-six to-day,” said the
prophet, one afternoon, “ and I think I
am good for ten years more. Don’t you
think so?”
I looked President Young in the face
then and made up my mind that he was
liable to die any time. His physique,
once powerful, looked rickety, and his
flesh was flabby, while his mind was
very .active and his eyes had an unnat
ural brilliancy. His mind had outlived
his body. The exposure on the plains,
the expulsions from Illinois and Mis
souri, and the physical hardships he had
encountered had used up the framework
around a great and active mind. In per
son he was a giant. His face was bland
ly florid iind his hair and full beard
silver white. With his clean white tie
he looked like a retired Methodist min
ister.
“ Mr. Young,” Isaid, as we sat talking
with Hii-am Clawson and John W. in
the group. “I should like to hear
something of your early history. I
should like to hear it from your own
lips.”
“ But I never talk about myself, Eli.
I never ”
“I know it, Mr. Young,” I interrupt
ed, “ but I want to hear something about
your early youth from your own lips.”
“ How far shall I commence back ?”
asked the prophet.
“ As far as you can remembered.”
“ Well,” said the prophet, as he lean
ed forward with his elbow on his knee,
and the palm of his hand against one
side of his face. “ I was born in Vermont
seventy-six years ago. My grandfather
Young was a physician. He was in the
Frence wars, but was killed by a rail
falling on him after the war. i had one
uncle Joseph, who died in Canada. My
father, John Young, lived iu Massachu
setts first, then went to Vermont, where
T was born. Father moved into New
York State, the town of Smyrna, Che
nango county, thirty miles south of Uti
ca. When I was about 20 years old fa
ther moved to Otsego lake, near Auburn.
I never bad much schooling—only a few
months each winter at the district schools.
When I was 21 l learned the painters’
and glaziers’ trade.”
“ Could you work at your trade now ?”
I asked.
“ Certainly. I can work at both trades,
farming and painting and glazing. I
can turn as slick a furrow as in farmer
in Salt Lake. And as for glazing, why
I put in all the glass in our first Mormon
temple at Kirtland with my own hands,”
and the prophet rubbed his silky palms
together as he though of the work they
had once done.
“ My mother,” continued the prophet,
“ was Nabby Howe. I had four brothers
and six sisters. I was the youngest but
one. My first wife was Miss Miriam
Works, by whom I have two daughters,
now living, both members of the Mor
man Church. My first wife died in Men
don, Monroe county, New York, of con
sumption. One of my daughters, by
Miriam, married a relative of Col. Ells
worth, and the other married Charles
Decker.”
“ When did you first hear of Mormon
ism ?” I asked the prophet.
“ Well, my brother Joseph was a
Methodist preacher. I used to be skep
tical, but I became converted, and was
ordained an elder in* the Methodist
Church. Then I put my two children in
the care of friends, sold my property, and
went to preaching.”
“ Had you heard of Joseph Smith and
Mormonism then ?”
“No ; but when I was 26 years old
this was in 1827, and I was living in
Otsego lake—l picked up a Palmyra
newspaper one day, and read this para
graph :
“ A young man named Joseph Smith, form
erly of Palmyra, but now living in Manches
ter, N. Y., claims to have received a spiritual
revelation from God. They say a messen
ger from God has visited Smith in per
son, surrounded by a hallo of glory, and given
him information in regard to the aboriginal
prophets of this continent. The angel deliv
ered to Smith six golden plates, engraved with
Egyptian characters. These characters, when
translated, go to show that Jesus Christ, after
his resurrection, appeared on this continent,
had American apostles, and prophets wrote an
account of Christ’s acts in America and hid it
in the earth.”
“ Has this account of Christ’s doings
in America after his resurrection in the
Holy Land ever been published?” I
asked.
“ Yes; this account is in the book of
Mormon. It has been published in six
languages ?”
“ What did you do after reading this
paragraph about Joseph Smith ?”
“ I went to Manchester to see him. I
had many talks with him, and I was per
suaded that Brother Joseph really saw
the angel and the plates just as he rep
resented.”
“ How did he represent the scene and
the plates?”
“ Well, Brother Joseph said that three
years before when be was 18 years old an
angel came to him while be was praying
It was on the night of BepL 21, 1823.
This angel was beautiful, like all angels.
Brother Joseph was in Manchester then.
The angel informed him that the second
coming of Christ was at hand, and that
he wanted Joseph to prepare the way for
the new dispensation.”
“ What did Joseph do ?”
“He was astounded, but continued to
wait a while. But the angel appeared
again three times one night and told him
about the a' '•riginal inhabitants of
America. ‘Thee’, said Joseph, 'the an-
gel told me about the plates on which
were engraved the acts and records ofthe
ancient American prophets.’ ”
“ How did Joseph get the plates ?”
“ Well, Brother Joseph told me that
on the morning of Sept. 12, 1827, the
same angel conducted him to where the
gold plates were in the ground and de
livered them to him.”
“ Did you ever see the plates which
the angel gave to Joseph Smith ?” I ask
ed the prophet.
“ I never saw them personally but oth
ers did.”
“ What became of them ?”
“Oh, they—they—they put ’em back
in the ground again,” replied the proph
et, as i! driven to the wall lor an answer.
“ Now,” said I, “ Mr. Young, honestly,
do you believe all those angel-gold-plute
stories as told you by Joseph Smith?”
“I tell you, Mr. Perkins, that there
are a great many true things in this
world that you don’t understand about.
Do you see that pile of cordwood?”
“ Yes.”
“ Well, that pile of cordwood weighs
a ton. I place it on this fire. Every
thing that comes from it is lighter than
air, and when it is burnt up not fifty
pounds of ashes are left. Where does
the 3,950 pounds go to ?
“ Again. Do yon see that steer feeding
in the lot over there?”
“Yes.”
“ Well,” said the prophet, “ that steer
weighs a thousand pounds. Now, if I
set the dog on him and whip him, and
then weigh him when he’s mad, he will
gain forty pounds—that is, lie’ll weigh
1,040 pounds, instead of 1,000 pounds.
Now, where does the extra l'oity pounds
come from ?”
“ I don’t know.' Where do you think ?”
“ Why, frouS the cord of wood, sir !”
I found tkat the idea of ask
ing counter one of the
dodgesof question
ed too close abottt hi|Jpajpon.
“Togo on early history,
Mr. Young, w]U ie first connec
tion between f tcl ccr Joseph Smith?”
I asked. tanamtul'
“Well, JoseptTSY-discovery made him
a great many enemies. He was slander
ed around Manchester. They called him
crazy. Then they assaulted him. Fi
nally. on the 6th of April, 1830, Joseph
had believers enough around him to
establish a church. This he did in Fay
ette, Seneca county, near Seneca Falls.
This church prospered. Other churches
were founded in New York, Pennsyl
vania, Illinois, Indiana, arid more espe
cially in Kirtland, Ohio. I went to
Kirtland. There I met Brother Joseph
chopping in the woods. We had a long
talk. I was then more than ever persua
ded that Joseph Smith was a true proph
et. I told him I had come to stay, and
that I would preach the new religion as
long as my expenses were paid.”
“ Did you preach much in Kirtland ?”
“ Yes, every winter, painting and gla
zing in the summer. Sometimes I went
off on missionary work. As Isaid before,
I glazed and painted our Kirtland tem
ple.”
“ When did you marry again?”
“ I married Mary Ann Angel of Rhode
Island, one of our converts iu Kirtland.
We were married regularly by a clergy
man. W’e did not practice polygamy
then. Polygamy was established after
ward by a revelation to Joseph Smith in
Nauvoo.”
“ How many children did you have by
your legitimate Kirtland wife ?”
“We had five —Joseph A., who had
twelve children; he is now dead; Brig
ham Young, Jr., with seventeen children,
now in town; Alice, who was one ol
Clawson’s four wives, now dead; Mary
Ann, who married Geo. W. Thatcher;
and John W’., here with us, now 30 years
old,” and the prophet pointed to a very
handsome young man, accomplished and
refined, by his side, his favorite boy.
“John W.,” said Brigham,has three
wives.”
Since the interview John W, has mar
ried the fourth wife, the widow of his
dead brother Joseph. John W’.’s third
wife was a Miss Canfield of Philadelphia,
a beautiful young lady who came to Utah
to visit her counsin, John W.’s first wife.
While on the visit she fell in love with
John W. and married him. She is a wo
man of power, and is the favorite wife of
the man who is to succeed Brigham
Young in the Mormon Presidency.
“ W hen did you go to Nauvoo ?” I ask
ed the prophet.
“ I went there with Brother Joseph
about 1835. In a few years we became
strong in Nauvoo. This made the peopie
jealous. We built a big temple, but
were persecuted on every side. One
night a mob came over from Carthage,
the county seat, and threatened to kill us
all. Then they arrested Brother Joseph,
Brother Taylor, one of the best men now
living here, and Hyram Smith, and put
them in Carthage jail to be tried for trea
son. While awaiting their trial—this
was in 1844—150 roughs broke in and
killed Brother Joseph and Hyram, but
Brother Taylor escaped.”
“ What did you do then?”
“ Well, Nauvoo had 15,000 Mormons.
We were rich but our prophet was dead.
We had a miliion-dollar temple, and
thousands of acres of beautiful land. But
they had killed our prophet, and kept on
trying to destroy us. The Carthage mob
burned our buildings. Gen. Ford said
he could not protect us, and we had to
leave our homes. We sacrificed our im
mense property, and in 1846 we got to
gether 1,000 wagons, and started for the
far West. I was chosen President to
lead our people forth. My idea was to
go a thousand miles beyond any settle
ment, and open up anew country.”
“ How came you to think of Utah ?”
“ Well, we read an account of Fre
mont’s explorations, where he spoke of a
great salt lake in the middle of a fertile
plain. We determined to go to that spot
and we did it. We traveled a thousand
miles of an alkali country. We were pi
oneers. There had never been a stage
coach over the country. We didn’t even
have an Indian trail.”
“ When did you arrive in Salt Lake?”
“ On the 24th of July, 1847, we defiled
down the sides ofthe Wasatch moun
tains, and saw the plain of our new Je
rusalem spread MU before us. I remeu •
her how we all sang hallilujah—how we
screamed and danced when we came
down into the silent plain where you now
see 40,000 people. Then how we went
to work ! We hurried the seeds into the
ground, but, on account ,a?M>oor irriga
tion, we failed to get go* r s•** the first,
year. Th§ next year°P en B e tter e
And so we went an
we are all rich an ’
I “ How fast ' *
:■ VOL. Ill —NO. 491
Then the gold feversetin in California.
There was a great rush for the Golden
State, and, as the pioneers had to pass
through Salt Lake, we grew very rapidly.
In IS-H) we became a territory, and Pres
ident 1' illmore appointed me Governor,
i was Governor eight years. Our people
have been doubling once in six years,
and we now have 150,000 Mormons—all
happy and contented.”
Em Perkins.
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The Famine in Corea.
A Japanese paper, the Hochi-Tehin
buun, gives a distressing account of the
misery at present prevailing in Corea,
the famine is descibeded as still contiu
uing, and the miserable Coreans are'
stated to be dying by thousands for
want of food. When a vessel enters the
port ladened with rice, corn or provisions
of any kind, it is surrounded by bands
of hungry natives, who endeavor to seize
its contents, and blood is frequently shed
in keeping them off.
Food is, it is true, distributed by the
government to the poor every ten days,
on the 10th, 20th and 30th of each
month ; but the amount at the disposal
of tiie authorities is utterly insufficient
to feed the multitude of supplicants for
the means of averting deatli from starva
tion. lhe price of rice and corn is natu
rally extremely high, and women are
obliged to sell their earrings, broaches
and other ornaments to procure the means
of supporting life.
The horrors of disease and pestilence
have also been added to those of famine,
and the bodies of the dead lie in the
streets for days. In northern provinces
of China, also, famine is reported to
have set in ; but there the government
has greater rescources with which to as
sist the sufferers, and is, it is said, en
deavoring to raise a loan of 5,000,000
taels for that purpose.
A Remarkable Petrifaction.
The Portland Oregonian contains this
unbelievable story: “Judge E. O. Broil
augh has attached to his watch chain a
little amulet or charm, which, aside from
its preculiar history, is very pretty in
itself. It is nothing more or less than a
petrified rosebud. During the rebellion,
a young nephew of Judge Bonaugh, while
in one of the Southern States, wrote home
to his mother and inclosed in the letter
a rosebud. The letter arrived safe at its
destination, and, after having been per
used, was laid aside with the rosebud in
a drawer, where it remained for eight or
nine months. When the drawer’ was
overhauled and the letter again brought
to light, the rosebud it contained was
discovered to be petrified. The Judge’s
aunt recently sent the stone to him at
this place, and he placed it in the hands
of a jeweler for the purpose of having it
fitted to carry on his watch chain. The
petrification is so very hard that while
trying to drill a hole in it two or three
tools were broken before the object was
accomplished. It is a perfect rosebud,
and so well preserved that the finest fibres
are to be seen. What peculiarities of air,
earth or water Could have changed the
tender rosebud into a hard, almost dia
mond-like substance in the short space
of nine months is to us a mystery.
“Is this Neat Occupied?”
Aii old but vigorous-looking gentleman,
seeming from the rural districts, got into
a car and walked its full length without
receiving an invitation to sit down. Ap
proachingone gentleman who had a
whole bench to himself he asked, “Is
this seat occupied ?”“ Yes, sir, it is,”
impertinently replied the other. “ Well’”
replied the broadshouldered agriculturist,
“I will keep this seat until the gentle
man comes.” The original proprietor
withdrew himself haughtily to one end
and looked insulted. After a while the
train got in. motion, and still nobody
came to claim the seat, whereupon the
deep-chested agriculturist turned and
said: “Sir, when you told me that this
seat was occupied you told me a lie”—-
such was his plain language—“ I never
sit near a liar if I can avoid it; I would
rather stand up.” Then appealing to
another party he said: “Sir, may I sit
next to? You don’t look like a liar.”
We need hardly say that he got his seat,
and that the original proprietor thought
there was something wrong about our
social sytern.
Awful Carnage in lowa.
Burlington Hawkeye.
Seven Massachusetts sewing machine
agents and fourteen book agents invaded
this county one day last week.
The Governor was immediately urged
to send troops, but he said he had °no
millitary at his command, but he would
send down a couple of lightning rod men
and a chromo man, who would talk the
invaders to death.
r i hen Burlington just got up and went
over the river and hid in the woods until
the sounds of carnage died away.
And as the pale moon rose up slowly
and calmly she looked down and saw the
cold corpses of seven sewing machine
agents and two lightning rod men, while
the only living creature that roamed the
awful field was a deaf chromo man, in
wild fierce delirium of the lockjaw. ’
A Foray on a Rattlesnake lei.
Middktoicn (X. TANARUS.) Mercury.
Two teamsters, Daniel Tompkins and
Harrison Van Duzer, while hauling cord
wood on the Monticelb/turnpike on Fri
day near McMun’s, about three miles
from Wurtsboro, observed two or three
rattlesnakes across the road. Following
them up they came upon a den of rattle
snakes, containing over fifty of these
poisonous reptiles. Arming themselves
with clubs the men made a fierce attack
on the snakes, dispatching nineteen of the
largest, some of which were more than
three feet in length and had from six to
ten rattles. The others escaped in the
rocks. The locality has long been noted
as a resort for rattlesnakes, and it was
here that Matt Talmadge, a celebrated
Wurtsboro snake charmer, now dead,ob
tainedsome of his best specimens.
Tho Force of Trntb.
Dreadful limits are set in nature to the
powers of dissimulation. Truth tyran
nizes over the unwilling members of
the body. Faggs never Jje, it is said.
No man nee/ of li?<£/' i £nd>ho will study
the changes j ie o ften forge. When a man
speaks th£ ants lo f our ,t froth . his
eye is his inspiration, while s *
he t | ie <j r ous of knowledge j
m&Vlyside, that others may be re- ; nt
bed. Man, cousciouo o i his power, • yrl
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Twenty-seven years ago Miss Wilson,
of fiucville, -N; C., lost her~ right leg.
She was then young and pJeUy,aiKlhact
she merely mislaid her leg every ehival
rous Carolinian in the country would
have joined in the search for it. - Uufort
unately her loss was an irrevocable one.
Having unintentionally inserted her left
under the wheel of a heavy loaded wagon,
she found that the once shapely limb
was so completely ruined that slie con
sented to have it cutoifaod thrown away.'
Its place was in time supplied with a cork
leg, and .Miss Wilson sorrowfully resign*
ed herself to limping through a loveless
life to a solitary grave.
1 here never has been any active de
raaud for women with wooden legs. A
mau \\ ith' a wooden leg sutlers a certain
amount of inconvenience, but he loses
nothing in character or popularity;
whereas a wooden-legged woman is,
whether justly or unjustly, under asocial
ban. In fact, for a woman to lose a leg
is ordinarily to lose all hope of marriage*
A man who is about to marry cannot be
blamed for preferring a whole wife to
one partially made ol cork—especially as
the former costs no more than the laiter,
A superficial thinker might, perhaps,-
fancy that a husband whose wife had
but one original leg would save fifty per
cent, in the price of striped stockiugs and
kid shoes ; but a little reflection will show
that a cork leg requires as much clothing
as the usual style of leg, and hence i
not an economical contrivance. Of
course it is mean stud selfish in a man to
permit the presence or absence of a mere
trifle of leg to affect his feelings toward
an estimable woman ; but human nature
is weak, and lie would be a bold mau who
could calmly look forward to marrying a
woman who might some morning inter
rupt him while shaving by asking':
“James, would you miud handing me my
leg? 1 think you’ll find it behind that
rocking chair.”
It is alleged by Miss Wilson’s neigh
hors, that as she grew older she became
hard and cynical. This was perhaps to
have been expected. She saw herself ig
nored by all marrying men, while gins
with half her beauty, and whose sole su-'.
periority consisted in a larger number of*
legs, captured husbands Without any
difficulty. Gradually she became embit
tered against her bipedal fellow creatures
—and the local Baptist preacher was
probably right when he characterized her
as a hard hearted, worldly woman. One :
day, however, Miss Wilson attended a
camp meeting, and was softened by the
eloquence of the preacher and the shouts
of the worshippers, and soon after Bine-'
ville was surprised and pleased by the
announcement that on the next Sunday
Sister Wilson would be baptized.
Now the public performance of the
right of baptism by iiev. Mr. Waters, of
the Pineviile Eleventh Day Baptist'
Church, always drew a large audience. -
That powerful and agile preacher was
admitted to be without a rival as a rapid
and effective baptizer. On one occasion,,
when a Presbyterian minister, preaching,
against baptism, showed that St. John
the Baptist had once baptized a multi-'
tude of persons at the rate of two men*
and a half per minute, and that hence he l
could not have immersed them, Mr. Wa
ters publicly baptized twenty-five persona
in eight minutes thus beating St. John’s
best time by full two minutes and com
pletely overthrowing the Presbyterian’s
argument. With all the unequaled rapid--
ity of execution, he was never careless or
inconsiderate.
There was a rival Baptist minister in'
the next county who would sometimes
beeome carried away by his emotions,,
and would sing an entire verse of a long,
metre hymn while holding a convert un
der the water; and although a stalwart
teamster who was thus treated ©nee fell
from grace, and upsetting his minister
in the water held him under until he was
nearly drowned, the reverend enthusiast
was not cured of his careless habit.-
When, therefore, Miss Wilson consented
to be baptized by the Piueville minister,,
she knew that she would be treated in a
considerate and skillful manner ; and the
public knew that the spectacle would be*
well worth witnessing.
It is very easy to say, now that the af
fair is over, that Miss Wilson ought to’
have left her leg at home. In that Case;,
however, she would have beeu compelled
either to limp to the water on crutches
or to be carried there by self-sacrificing
deacons. Moreover, her appearance id
public without her customary leg, would
have excited a great deal of remark,,
which would not only have shocked her
sensitive feelings but would have de
tracted from the solemnity of the scene.-
When we remember, in addition to these
facts that she was a woman residing, in*
a country town to which champaign bas
kets rarely pciietrared, and was hence
presumably ignorant of the scientific:
fact that cork is light aud bouyant, her'
neglect to remove her cork leg prior to>
baptism seems entirely excusable.
80 long as the water was only two feet
deep, Miss Wilson, who weighed fully
two hundred pounds, managed to wade
toward the minister, but so soon as the
latter took her hand and led her- into*
deeper water the cork asserted its bouy
ancy and Miss Wilson was suddenly rev
versed. The minister, with difficulty;,
placed her on her feet again, and rather
surlily requesting her not to do that
again, began to make a brief and formaL
address. Before be had spokeD ten words,.
Miss Wilson, with a wild shriek, felt
backward, and her cork leg shot swiftly
to the surface. Perhaps this is the point,
where a veil should be dropped. To*
finish the narrative in as few words as
possible, it might be said that after half
a dozen futile efforts, the attempt to bap
tize Miss Wilson was abandoned. With
all his skill and strength, the minister
could not counteract the effort erf the
cork leg, and could not keep the convert
right side up 10-ng enough to baptize her.
She bore it with patience until the min
ister called for a fifty-six pound weight*
with a view to balasting her, *hea she
indignantly scrambled ashore, hastened
home, and subsequently joined the Free*
byterians. '
We thus learn that there times
when- cork legs conflict with- the most
important duties. The leg-makers should
take.a hint from the suggestive incident*
and devise s light metalic lejj wherewith
to Baptist market.
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