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THE FRONTIER SCOUT.
HE UNDERTAKES A PERILOUS JOUR
NEY OF TlllltTU JULES ALONE.
The Jinn Who First Discovered General
Caster’ll Read limit lie! rites the Circum
stances Leadins Thereto.
Among other reminiscences pnblished
in a recent issue of the Bozeman Chron
icle, is the following story in reference
to the Custer massacre, as related by
Muggins Taylor:
“On the 26th of June, 1876, General
Terry sent for me with instructions to
come to his tent at once. I was soon
after in his presence, and I was uncere
moniously informed that I was to go
ahead, alone, and find Custer, who was
supposed to be about thirty miles be
yond. The general said he was aware
that it was a perilous undertaking, and
told me to be very cautious. He then
handed me a dispatch for General Custer.
I at first refused to go, but afterward
found that there was no one willing to
risk the danger, and at the earnest solic
itation of the general I mounted, and,
after shaking hands with my comrades
rode off on a gallop.
“1 started about seven o’clock in the
morning, and rode until about noon,
when I saw a company of what I sup
posed to be soldiers, drawn up in march
ing order, with the Seventh’s battle flag,
which I had often seen before. I had
along my route seen numerous Indian
Bigns, but no Indians. Putting spurs to
my horse I rode fast toward the soldiers,
and as I approached was somewhat sur
prised to see the leader ride in front of
the first rank and make a detail of seven
men, who lost no time in riding toward
me, giving volume to that unmistakable
war whoop which I knew could only
come from a blood-thirsty Sioux. lat
once turned my horse and rode toward
the foot hills, hoping to be able to escape
and by a circuitous route return to Terry.
“Oa came the painted demons, whose
fleet ponies brought them within gun
shot, and for a few minutes I was the
moving target for the seven, returning
the fire as best I could. Upon gaining
a ridge I discovered the Indian camp and
knowing it to be occupied by the sqnaws
and children I rode between it and my
pursuers. This strategic move probably
saved my life, as the reds ceased firing
and for a while were lost to my view.
While riding, loading my gun and turn
ing to look for the Indians, my horse
gave a sudden jump sideways, nearly
unseating me. I looked to see the cause
and found that I was in the midst of a
large number of dead men, lying on
their faces, a sight I never recall with
out a shudder. Seeing that the pursuers
were not in sight, I checked my horse
and looked at the nearest body, which I
decided was General Custer. I hastily
tore off my shirt and placed it over the
dead man’s face.
“After riding for a mile or so I reached
the foot of a hill and dismounted to lead
np my horse, who was covered with
sweat and almost prostrated. Before
starting up I glanced up to the summit
and was scared almost speechless by the
sight of two swarthy faces peering over
the hill, apparently watching my every
movement. My old gun was instantly
to my shoulder and one of the Indians
covered. Then in a trembling voice I
told him to drop his weapon and come
to me, intending to kill him if his com
panion made a move. Instead of ad
vancing an unseen half-breed came to
the edge and asked me what I wanted.
I answered I wanted him to lay down
his gun and come to me, and to make
the others leave their guns and come
down half the wav, or I would blow his
head off. I was Still scared and doubt
ful, and asked hiia where Reno was.
He replied that he\was camped a mile or
so away. I then told him to mount his
horse, which was tied a short distance
away; and, mounting another, I told
him to lead the way, and if he turned
his head that I would shoot him dead.
He rode fast, and as 1! had mounted a
fresh horse belonging to one of the In
dians, I kept a short distance behind,
Soon reaching lteno’s camp.
“I at once proceeded to Kano’s tent,
and, aceordifag to instructions, gave hi in
the dispatch. After reading it he timed,
and, with, a haughty ait, asked m 6 why
I had not delivered it to Custer. I then
asked him if it was possiblo he did not
know that Custer was killed, together
with his command, and as I said it gave
him a look that he will remember to his
dying day. He hastily replied that I
tied, and told me to go to Custer at once,
handing me back the dispatch. I there
upon threw' it upon the ground and
walked off.
“Upon Terry’s arrival I was at once
sent to Bozeman, the nearest telegraph
station, where I arrived in three days,
and sent the sorrowful news to the sur
prised world.”
j Vhe Chronicle adds : W. H. Taylor,
or “Muggins.” as he was better known,
has gone to his Jong home, having met
his death at Coolson on the Yellowstone,
last year, while making an arrest. There
are few men in Montana that have had
as varied a history or as many pecu
liarities as “Muggins.” One of his
strange customs was to go without a coat
in midwinter. We often saw him in the
coldest weather with nothing on his
body but a thin flannel shirt. This was
in later years. People who knew ' him
in his palmy days in Salt Lake, say
that his dress was the finest seen on the
streets. He was at one time quite
wealthy, but in later years followed
scouting, hunting and trapping for a
living. The name of “Muggins” was
given him in California by the Spaniards,
when at a game of cards his life was
saved by an American.
The Young Lady Friends.
A writer in the Washington Post re
lates that when Mr. Bounds was first
appointed Government Printer his good
nature made him an especial object for
torment by people who had friends to
be cared for. For some months he
knew no rest from this kind of worry.
One day a correspondent asked him for
some special information. He at first
declined lo give it. Then when the cor
respondent said he was going to the
Committee on Printing, Mr. Hounds
said: “Wait until to-morrow and per
haps I can accommodate you without
that trouble.” The nest night Mr.
Hounds was seated in an arm-chair upon
the Ebbitt House comer gasping for a
breath of the breeze from the Potomac.
The correspondent, who was going
home, saw him, and going up to him
said: “How about that little matter
about which I spoke to you yesterday?”
Mr. Hounds stared feebly at the ques
tioner and said: “I’ll try and get your
lady friend appointed as soon as I can.”
“But I have no lady friend. I don’t
want any appointment.” Mr. Hounds
at this jumped from his chair, seized
the correspondent by the hand and,
walked him out into the full light of the
gas-lamp on the comer as he said: “I
want to take a good look at a man who
lives in Washington and who hasn’t a
young lady friend whom he wants ap
pointed in the Government Printing
Office.”
TUB APPROACHING CHRISTMAS.
Whsit can !)P 3[ndc for IlnlUlny I’ieseuts
at Small Cut
Among the legion of pretty things to
be made by fairy fingers, and made to look
just as well as those in the lunoy stores,
are sets of toilet articles, made on
frames.
A glass box is made in the following
manner:
A piece of pasteboard cut to make a
box of has each side covered, one first
with cotton batting, then with, say pink
satin, over the cotton. These sides are
then joined and fitted inside the pretty
willow frame. The bottom is covered
with satin, pink on the inside and blue
on the outside, and finished with a
pretty blue chenille cold. The outside
of the box is composed of blue satin,
laid in large side pleats, and put on
loosely, batting cotton is lightly placed
between the pasteboard and the satin
pleatings, tins done, where the two
satins join a cord is placed. The two
consists first of a pasteboard cover lined
with little cotton and pink satin, and
the outside raised and stuffed like a
cushion, over this the blue satin is
tightly drawn; around the edge, pleated
lace is placed, with cord through the
middle. Occasionally the top is painted
and is usually finished on the corners
with blue satin bows.
Hairpin receivers are made in the
same way, placed in tiny frames, made
to match the glove or handkerchief box.
Bottles are also placed in these frames,
instead of covering the bottles as was
once the fashion.
Bureaus are covered with a long piece
of satin, finished with lace, pleated or
rather flat, and occasionally a diagonal
band of contrasting satin is placed across
with a motto or bunch of flowers or gar
land, perhaps, the whole length.
What is called-butcher’s linen is now
greatly used in the place of Java canvas
or the gray linen once ro fashionable.
It is of a peculiar whiteness and partic
ularly smooth quality, consequently the
work or embroidery is most effective.
Table covers are made of it and em
broidery in self colors, or natural bright
shades are used. The border is either
simply fringed out or else liemsfiching
is employed row after row, till the
patience of the fair worker is ei hausted.
Flowers, fruit, what are called set pat
terns, or geometrical designs, om also
be used on this with equal satisfaction.
Landscapes are not infrequently used,
and appropriate scenes for drawing or
bedrooms are made in this way one cf
the most attractive features of the home
Bacchus and bis jovial attendants,
beer casks, viucyards, and a dozen other
designs can bo represented with fidelity,
thus making a very pretty ornament.
Other quaint designs are “Come and
take tea in the Arbor,” and all manner
of gatherings suitable for dining-rooms.
For bedrooms there are many pretty
designs for sleep, as well as for lavatories,
but these are too well known to need
comment.
There are are new and unique patterns
for libraries and billiard rooms, where
fowling pieces and pictures illustrative
of firearms or matches of skill, find
place. These need not be necessarily
embroidered on linen or canvas, but
satin is used more than anything else,
and is especially adapted to presents for
gentlemen.
Pictures of satin framed in plush are
quite the fashion.
Applique over satin is coming into
fashion for wall decorations, panels,
lambrequins, or a piece over the mantle
are latest. The piece to be applied is
usually of velvet, and is bordered with
gold c'rFd or gold thread, and the figures
are oftipn dotted .fad embroidered with
gold po match. A bird of brilliant
plumage or a flower is sometimes em
broidered in crewel stitch in the velvet;
grapes and their tendrils will be found
one of the most effective patterns.
For gentlemen, for Christmas, there
can bo no improvement on the old arti
cles in usefuluess; only novelty of de
sign in ornamentation. Slippers too
numerous to mention of countless varie
ties and design and finish, are always
useful. Slipper cases, wall pockets, foot
rests—All of them are made up with
worsted, plush, satin, linen embroidered
—in fact almost any way the fancy dic
tates. Shaving cases are always pretty.
Broom handle covers and looking
glass covers arc usually made of black
satin, and have the monogram in differ
ent designs embroidered ou them, and
are then tied with a bright satin bow
and lmng either side of the dressing
case or bureau. Comb and brush boxes
are also a handsome present for a gentle
man. ’
BEFORE THE CAMERA.
They climbed down out of a lumber
wagon in front of a photographer’s, and
after he had hitched the horses and she
had brushed the dust oft’ his overcoat,
they walked upstairs.
“She wants her l'otergraf took,” ob
served the old man to the attendant.
“How many?’’
“Well, I reckon we kin use up five or
six.”
“What style and price?”
The woman pulled a parcel from her
pocket and carefully unwrapped it, and
revealed a cabinet photo of Mary Ander
son.
“I want jist sich a pictur’as that,”
she explained.
“You mean the same size?”
“No, sir ; I want it finished off to look
just as good as she does. Copy that just
as closely as you can. ”
The attendant had some explanations
to make in regard to photography, and
these explanations disturbed the couple
very much.
“Will you guarantee to make her look
as good as that pictur’ ?” asked the hus
band.
He couldn’t.
“Then we don’t trade! We want
what we want, or we don’t pay. Come,
mother.”
“But it seems as if you could if we
paid for it,” she pleaded with the at
tendant.
He was firm.
“All right, then,” she announced, as
she pulled on her gloves. “I told him
in the first place it was better to pay
two shillings apiece for these photo
graphs and write my name on ’em, but
it was a rainy day, and he just as lief
hang around the city for half a day.
Sorry we can’t trade, but that photo
graph is me just the same.” —Detroit
Free Press.
Gaining a friend—“ Why, old boy,
what’s the matter with yon ?• Yon look
as though you lost your best friend.”
“Do I?” was the "reply. “Well, I
haven’t. On the contrary, I have just
gained a friend.” “You don’t look it.”
“I know I don’t. You see, last night I
asked little Miss B. to marry me; and
she said she could never be to me more
than a ‘very dear friend. ’ ”
“Where do you suppose that man
is driving ?” inquired an Austin gentle
man, pointing to a flashily-dressed fel
low behind a stylish team. “Into bank
ruptcy,” was the quick reply of a by
stander.
An Artistic Japanese Thief.
One morning, having risen earlier
than usual, I t .-ok my seat by the grated
w indow of my chamber and watched
the passers. Presently, a gentle-faced
old lady, followed by a dog, came iu
sight, encountered a friend, bowed low
and began an animated conversation.
While they were thus employed, a
kami-kudzu-hiori stealthily approached,
and, after striking the dog upon the
head, picked up the insensible creature
with his sticks, threw it into his basket
and covered it with the contents, then
coolly proceeded to examine some rub
bish deposited by the waysido. Iu a few
moments the old lady missed her pet
and began to call for him; meanwhile
the paper collector continued his occu
pation in an unconcerned manner, as
though guiltless of the theft.
‘‘Have you seen my beautiful little
dog?” inquired the woman, regarding
him suspiciously. .
“Dog, dog?" he answered, bowing
servilely. “ Honorable lady, do you
take me for a thief?”
“Yes; I believe you have stolen him,”
she indignantly replied. “I suppose you
w ant to make a few cash by turning his
beautiful skin into a drumhead.”
“Honorable lady, you are indeed mis
taken,” murmured the rascal, shifting
his basket to 1 back, crouching to the
ground and bowing his head. “Al
though I am only a miserable kami
kudzu-hiori, I am* strictly honest.' I
have not set eyes on your amiable
animal. If you will describe him and
tell me where you live I may meet him
in my walks when I will restore him tc
you.”
“My little Chin has a black and white
coat and wears a red and yellow cotton
frill around his nock. Although you
pretend to be be so innocent, I believe
you know something about him.”
“The gods will bear witness to my
innocence, ” murmured the rascal, with
his face close to the ground. “It is
hard enough to be poor, without being
charged with dishonesty.”
While he was speaking, the animal
recovered its senses, wriggled from be
neath the paper scraps, leaped upon the
thief’s hack and barked at his overjoyed
mistress, who, taking him in her arms,
uttered shrill cries of “Police!”
The kami-kudzu-hiori rose hurriedly
and was darting off w hen he ran into the
arms of a long-haired, spectacled police
man clad in a tight blue foreign uni
form, who had been attracted by the
woman’s cries. —Edward Greek.
TEXAS SIFTINGS.
Something Like a Change.— “ Why,
how are you Gilpin 1” exclaimed an
erratic Austin man, trying to thrust his
hand into the unwilling, clammy paw of
the supposed acquaintance, “how you
have changed 1 Never saw a man change
so in my life.”
“My name is not Gilpin,” said the
stranger in a thirty-six-degrees-below
zero-tone. .
‘ ‘Heavens 1” ejaculated the Austin man,
“worse and worse 1 You have not only
changed wonderfully in personal ap
pearance but have actually changed yonr
name.”
Not at alt,Sanguine.— “Now, then,”
said a Galveston merchant to one of his
traveling salesmen, who was packing
np for his journey, “let us see that
you sell more goods on this trip than
you did before. Our firm is more gen
erally known now.”
“In that case,” said the drummer,
looking dubiously up from liis sample
cases, “I am a little afraid it will be up
hill work.”
An Observing Efft'Lov’EU.—“You are
getting to he a regular toper—a perfect
sot, sir,” said an irate business man of
Austin to one of his clerks, “don’t you
suppose that, I can see that you have
been drinking again ?”
“Of course I suppose so,” answered
the employee. “You always see when I
am drinking, but the deuce of it is, you
never see when I am dry.”
A National Dance.— “Pa,’’said Im
ogen Plumbottle, “isn’t the polka a
national dance?”
“A national dance 1” replied old Plum
bottle. “Let’s see: A step forward—
then two steps backward. Yes, I guess
it is a national dance, judging from the
degeneration of the American nation.”
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
A C itinf.se baby has just been born
in Boston.
The Louisville (Ky.) Exposition
closed with a §230,000 deficit.
. There are very few women employed
upon the London newspapers.
Mails from Loudon to San Francisco
have been carried in fifteen days.
TnERE can now be little question that
She future leader of France will bo M.
Clemenceau.
Sullivan, the pugilist, wants to wager
§I,OOO that he can knock down an ox
with his bare fist.
In five months the amount of silks
exported to the United States from
Lyons fell off §1,000,000.
Governor Newell, of Washington
Territory, has signed the woman suf
frage act, and the law is now in force.
Seventy-seven per cent, of our ex
ports during 1883 have been of agricul
tural products and mineral oil.
Miss Anna Jacques, of Oldtown,
Mass., has given $30,000 for building an
invalid’s homo in Newburyport.
Mr. Rice, of the American Fisheries
Commission, says that the oyster is
male and female, and very sensitive.
T. G. Mebrix.li, a mining engineer,
says that this year’s product of the Mon
tana gold mine will reach 815,000,000.
Kummelsberg, near Berlin, is the
largest goose market in the world. They
handle 20,000,000 a yearofthe succulent
bird.
The Connecticut Legislature is to be
asked to repeal the law requiring pas
senger trains to come to a full stop at
drawbridges.
The drill for the artesian well at the
shops of the Winchester Arms Company
in New Haven, Coun., has stuck fast at
the depth of 2,000 feet.
The Missouri River, which forms anew
bed for itself somewhere with every
freshet, is threatening to make Leaven
worth an insular city.
The Constitution of Michigan pro
hibits any form of religious service in
either House of her Legislature. So
they don’t elect a chaplain.
The Philadelphia Times says the
O’Donnell trial in this country would
have continued for a month at least. In
England it was disposed of in two
days.
Mrs. Ruth Everett, of Salt Lake
City, says that the Utah women who
signed the petition to Congress protest
ing against any further legislation upon
polygamy did so under coercion.
Examples are few of men ruined by
giving. Men are heroes in spending,
cravens in what they give,
PAID IN HIS OWN COIN.
The Keiribmive Justice that Overtook an
Unfilial Mon.
“I was in Orange county the other
day,” said a lawyer, “ana heard of the
death of an old man I had known there,
and it recalled a peculiar case ol retribu
tive justice in that family.
“Years ago the old man owned one of
the best farms in the county, and his
son assisted him in working it. This
son married and had a son. When the
grandson was about 15 years of age his
father suggested to the grandfather that,
as he was growing old and had worked
hard all his life, he take things easy the
rest of his days. He asked the old man
to deed the farm to him, and let him
take sole charge of it, with the aid of
the grandson. He promised the old
farmer a good home and an easy life as
long as he lived. The old man finally
deeded the property to his son.
“No sooner had he obtained the title
to the property than the son began a
system of the most heartless treatment
of his father. He compelled him to work
harder than he had ever done for him
self, would not permit him to eat at the
family table, and subjected him to all
kinds of persecutions. The grandson
protested in vain against this treatment
of his grandfather, and finally the old
man left the home that he had made
and found an asylum in the county pot
house.
“After a while the son got badly in
debt, and so anxious was he to escape
the payment of his oblimtions that he
made a deed of the his son.
Everything moved sm ■ijfor a time,
until one day the fabrri 'gave some
directions that did not agree with the
sou’s ideas and the latterY’eiused to con
sent to them. The father declared that
his wishes should be carried out, and
ordered his son to leave the place.
son, however, reminded him that he
held the title of the farm himself, and
that as they could not get along together,
the father would have to go, and he did.
“After the departure ,of his father,
the son re-established his grandfather
in possession of the farm, deeding back
everything. The old man, however, gave
the farm absolutely to his grandson,
who provided- amply for the old man
until he died. The boy’s father was of
fered a home on the old place, but he
refused to accept anything but the title
of it all, and the last I heard of him he
was working as a farm hand in New
Jersey.”
Sojourner Truth.
Sojourner Truth died at Battle Creek,
M ich., Monday. She was born a slave
in Ulster County, N. Y., and until she
gained her freedom was known by the
name of Isabella. When she was nine
years old she was sold on the auction
block with a lot of sheep bringing $lO4.
She was owned by. Colonel Ardinnurgh,
but in IS2W she*was emancipated. Her
life as a slave was a hard one, her labor
being almost endless, 'M she was under
no improving influences.
She has been resting from her lecture
tour, at Grand Haven, Mich., her place
of residence preparatory to the renewal
of her efforts, early in the spring, in
behalf of her favorite scheme for the
establishment of an African colony.
She was very remarkable in many ways.
Although more than a century old she
had a degree of physical and mental
vigor which very few women of half her
age could boast.
In the days before the civil war she
spoke W the anti-slavery cause with
Lloyd Garrison, Wendell Phillips and
other early carried no
little weight foots of ber
bondage and txoA 2 resolutely honest
utterances and supreme earnestness of
spirit. Even of late, though Bhe had
been free forty years or more, had learned
to read aud write, and had constantly
associated with intelligent and cultured
persons, she retained all the peculiari
ties of speech that belonged to the field
hands of the South before its emancipa
tion. She was a strenuous pleader for
temperance, and woman’s rights in the
fullest sense, aud once declared, in her
quaint way, that she would not die until
American women could vote; that she
would not enter, disenfranchised into
the Kingdom of Heaven. She claimed
that she was 110 vears old.
The Plumber was Called.
“Yon see,” said the bad boy, “we have
been troubled with rats at our house,
and we tried poison, but they got fat on
it. We tried cats and the rats drove the
cats away, So pa went down and got
some steel traps and set them around on
the floor of the basement. The floor is
cement, and just as smooth as can be,
and me and my chum go down there
and skate with our roller skates. This
morning pa came down and wanted to
put on my skates. I told him he
couldn’t skate, and that he should try
some other amusement, but he said he
knew all about it, and he didn’t want
no boy to tell him anything. Well, he
wabbled around for a few minutes, and
held on to things till he thought he had
got his bearings, when he struck out for
the back end of the basement. As he
came along by the furnace one leg
began to go over toward the neighbors’,
and he grabbed hold of the furnace,
swung around behind it, out of sight,
and we heard an earthquake, and some
thing snapped like a steel trap, and pa
yelled ‘By crimus,’ and ina came down
and she saw pa and she said ‘Merciful
goodness,’ and by that time me and my
chum had got there. Well, you’d a
dide to see pa. He had come down like
a ton of coal, right on that steel trap,
and it had sprung and caught a whole
mouthful of pa’s pants. O, it was the
most ridiculous position I ever see pa
into, and he got mad and told me to
unspring the trap. VVe turned him
over and me and my chum tried our
best to open the trap, but it was one of
these traps with a strong spring and
we couldn’t. Pa was the only one that
could unspriug the trap, and he couldn’t
go around behind hisself to get at it, so
I told him I would go after a doctor,
but he said this was a case where a
doctor was no good, and he wanted a
plumber or a blacksmith. Pa wanted
to go up in the parlor to sit on the sofa
while I was gone after the plumber, but
the trap was chained to the furnace,
and we couldn’t get it loose, so pa had
to lay there on the cement floor till the
plumber came. The plumber laughed
at pa, and said he had done all kinds of
plumbing before, but he never had a
call like that.— Peck's Sun.
♦
“ My poys,” said a German sergeant
to a squad of United States regulars, “I
vish you to understandt dot I am von of
de pest hearted vellers in the vorld.
Don’t you peleevedot?” “O, yes, sir,”
answered the members of the squad.
“Dot’s all right. lam von of de pest
hearted vellers in de vorld except yen
I’m on duty, and ven I’m on duty I’m a
beast. Isn't dot so, poys?” “Yes,”
faintly replied the squad. “Dot’s all
right, too. Und, now, shust remember,
poys, I’m always on duty.”— Texas
Siftings.
A “Squatter” as a Witness.
“What is your name?” asked the
United States Attorney of an old “sqaut
ter” who had been summoned before
the court as a witness ?”
“ Which name, Squire ?”
“ Your right name, of course.”
“ I ain’t got none.”
“ What, you mean to say that you
haven’t got a name?”
“ Oh, no, sir.”
“ This summons says that your name
is Ananias Peters. Is that so ?”
“ Reckin it is.’’
“Thought you didn’t have a right
name?”
“I ain’t.”
“Look here, sir. Don’t trifle with
this court. Your prevarication will not
be tolerated here. Why did you say
that Ananias Peters was not your right
name?”
“ Case it wasn't right to name a boy
Ananias, therefore it ain’t a right name.
The Bible, I believe, sorter called
Ananias a liar.”
“Which,” interposed the Judge,
“ makes it peculiarly applicable to your
case ?”
“ Look-a-here, Jedge, I don’t want to
progic with you, ’case you’ve got the
upper hand of me, but I don’t want you
to hit me with the Bible. A man’s in a
bad enough fix when you fling the law
at him, but when yon fling the law and
the Gospel both, he ain’t got no show.”
“Where do you live?” asked the
attorney.
“ At home.”
“ But where is yonr home?’
“In the neighborhood o ; where I
live.”
The Judge turned away to conceal a
smile, and the attorney, giving the
“ squatter ” a look of extreme severity :
said: “Do you know where yon are.
sir?”
“Yes, sir, I’m here.”
“You won’t be here much longer un
less you answer my questions.”
“I am answerin’ your questions,
’Squire. Go on with your rat killin’.”
“Where were you when Mr. Jason, the
defendant, cut timber from government
land?”
“When did he do the cuttin’ ?”
“That’s what I want to find out. I
think jt was some time in October.”
“Wall, some times in October I was at
one place an’ some times I was at
tuther. ”
“Did you ever see him cutting gov
ernment timber ?”
“I believe I did.”
“When?”
“Durin’ the war, when he was in the
army.”
“None of your foolishness now. Did
not you come along the road one day in
October and talk to the defendant while
he was chopping down a tree ?”
“No, sir.”
“Remember that you are under oath.
So you didn’t see him while he was
chopping down a tree ?”
“Didn’t say that, ’Squire, fur I did
see him choppin’ the tree.”
“Did you Btop and talk to him?”
“Yes, sir."
“Thought you said yon didn’t stop and
talk to him ?”
“Didn’t say it.”
“You did.”
“Didn’t say it.”
"What did you say?”
“Said I didn’t talk to him while he
was choppin’, fur when I come up and
spoke, he quit choppin’. Ef thar’s any
thing else you wanter know, fire away.”
Arkansaw Traveler.
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Animals—llls F-ilior'.lV,;;. |7 s■*•
“Hello, Hennery,” said the grocery
man to the bad boy, as he came in hold
ing his sides to keep them from bursting
with suppressed laughter, “what has oc
curred to cause a young man like you to
laugh in that- manner ? Has your pa
joined the police force? I saw him
driving a lot of hogs to the pound yes
terday.”
“That’s what I am laughing abont,”
said the boy, as he put an apple on the
stove to bake it. “Pa has gone to the
pound after the hogs this morning. You
see, I have been taking lessons in paint
ing and drawing and the other day I sur
prised pa by showing him a picture of a
blue cow, with a green tail and old gold
horns, and he told me he never saw any
thing more natural, and lie advised me
to turn my attention entirely to animal
painting.
“Pa keeps four hogs in a pen in the
back lot, and every day he turns -them
out in the alley and lets them run, and
takes them up when they come home.
The hogs are large white ones, regular
beauties, and pa thinks about as much
of them as he does of me.
“Well, pa told me to go and turn the
hogs out yesterday, and I took my paint
brush along and before turning them
out I painted black spots all over the
hogs. You never see a lot of speckled
hogs, where the spots were put on any
better. The hogs looked at each other
kind of astonished, and I put them out.
“In the afternoon, pa went out to
the pen and began to call, ‘poig, poig,’
and the pigs came running up the alley.
Pa saw the strange hogs coming, and he
got mad and drove them out of the alley,
and then called again, in a muscular
tone of voice, and the speckled hogs
came again, a little slower, and seeming
to wonder what ailed pa. They acted
as though they felt hurt at being received
in such a violent manner. Pa met the
speckled hogs with a broom, and he run
them down the alley again, and the hogs
stood off and looked at him as though
he had gone crazy. You’d a dide to see
pa drive his own hogs away, and talk
sassy. He got a pail of swill and called
the hogs again, and they came on a gal
lop, and then pa called a policeman and
they drove the hogs to the pound.
“I didn’t see pa last night, but the first
thing this morning I told him I had
taken his advice and turned my attention
to animal painting, and that I had
painted spots on our white hogs, and
made speckled hogs of them, and that
speckled hogs were worth a cent a pound
more than white hogs. Well, pa didn’t
faint away, but when it all came over
him, that he had drove his own hogs to
the pound, he was so cross he could
have bit a nail. But he didn’t say any
thing to me ’cause I ’spose ho didn’t
want to discourago my artistic ambi
tions, but he has gone down to the pound
after the hogs. May be the rain has
washed the spots off, and the man that
keeps the pound will not let pa have
white hogs when he left speckled ones
there. However, I didn’t warrant the
hogs to be fast colors, anyway. Do you
think it was wrong to put spots on the
hogs?”— Peck’s Sun.
An agricultural journal says: ‘‘A well
trained shepherd dog will drive cattle or
sheep better than a boy.” This is true.
A shepherd dog is not very successful in
driving a boy. A bull-dog, with a
.head the size of a dinner-pot, will drive
more boys in one day than a shepherd dog
will drive in a week—if there is an old
farmer to encourage the dog.—Morris
town Herald,
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THE LITTLE FOLKS.
A Little Plain Talk in Behai! ol the Rising
Generation.
Parents and teachers ought to be
mighty patient with children. Some
have more capacity and some more mem
ory. Some are slow and some are quick.
It is not the smartest child that makes the
smartest man or woman. It is a power
ful strain on some of ’em to keep up,
and the dull ones oughtn’t to be crowded
until they hate books and dread the time
of going to school. Some folks send
their children to school to get rid of ’em,
but my opinion is the parent ought to
help the teacher every night. It shows
the children how mnch interest they feel
in their education. It is a sign of a
good teacher when the children get am
bitious to keep up and get head marks,
and bring their books home at night
and want to go to school if it is raining
a little. Wrap ’em up and let ’em go.
There is nothing that demoralizes a
school boy like staying at home every
few days and getting behind the class.
We used to walk three miles to school
and never minded it at all. It was a frolic
all the way there and all the way back,
and we did have the best dinners in the
world. Delmonico never had as good
things as our mother used to fix up for
us. It seems to me so now. A child’s
life is full of romance and fun—the best
sort of fun. A child’s dreams are splen
did, but we don’t dream now, hardly
ever. I used to read Robinson Crusoe
and dream it all over again. How I did
long to be shipwrecked on an island and
raise monkeys and goats and parrots.
Slow children are generally sure children,
but they don’t show off much. Daniel
Webster was almost always foot in his
class, but when he learned anything he
never forgot it. Some boys are wild and
restless and have no love for books, but
they oughtn’t to be given up or hacked
and abused continually. If they have
good parents they will come to* them
selves after a while. They will sow their
wild oats and gather the crop and get
tired of that sort of farming. I was
reading the other day about Oliver Gold
smith, who I reckon was the worst vaga
bond in all England, and was kicked
about and abused by everybody, and got
in jail, and sometimes slept in the corner
of the fence and liked to have perished
to death,but he came to himself at last and
made one of England’s best and'greatest
men, f'Sho three worst boys that ever
lived lu Some txe now ardod men, splen
did men, and are honored and respehtea.
They had good parents. Give a dog a
bad name and everybody wants to kick
him. Good men ought to notice the bad
boys specially, and speak kindly to ’em
and offer to help ’em and make ’em feel
that they are not Ishmaelites. Some
boys get so much abuse at home and
abroad that they are astonished when a
decent man speaks to ’em. Some folks
give ’em no consideration, but want to
seem ’em go to jail or to the calaboose,
which is the worst thing that can be
done for a boy, for he never gets over it
and grows desperate. It is astonishing
how long a little sin or a little humilia
tion will follow a boy. One time a boy
stole a quarter of a dollar from another
boy at school, and that followed him to
his grave. He got to be a great man
and was thirty years in Congress and
was a Senator, and one day, when he
made a bitter speech against the corrup
tion of the opposite party and denounced
their stealing and plundering by whole
sale, one of his opponents replied by
saying he would remind the gentleman
that preachers of morality should come
into the pulpit with clean hands—that
Ben Franklin said, “He that would steal
a pin would steal a bigger thing,” and he
asked no quarters from the gentleman on
that score.
So, boys, remember and keep your
hands clean. Folks will forgive mischief
and a heap of other things, but they
won’t forgive meanness. Bill Arp,
A CURE FOB PRIDE.
An old man who had for years done
much for the cause of temperance, was
found lying by the roadside the other
day in a state of intoxication. He was
drawn up before a committee of the so
ciety and asked to show cause why he
should not be expelled.
“I acknowledge that I was drank,
brethren, and I’ve got a mighty good
reason for it.”
“Family trouble?” asked the chair
man of the committee.
“No, sir, for I’ve had no trouble. It
was pride.”
“Pride 1” exclaimed the chairman.
“Yes, pride. As I went along to town
I met a clrunken.fellow. and I began to
think well of myself because I had never
been drank. Pretty soon I began to
feel proud of it. A little further on I
met an ordinary lookin’ feller an’ would
not speak to him. My neck got so stiff
with my pride that I wouldn’t even nod
to people. I reflected that my pride was
wicked, and I tried and tried, but could
not throw it off. I tried to pray, hut
was a little too proud to pray with fer
vor. ‘This won’t do,’ I mused. ‘I am
getting to be a regular Pharisee.’ After
walkin’ round awhile I met an old negro
an’ asked:
“ ‘Uncle, can you tell me how to
throw off my pride ?’
“ ‘Dat I ken, sail; dat I ken.’
“ ‘Well, I wish you would, for to con
tinue in this proud way will be danger
ous to my soul.’
“ ‘ Wall, dar’s one thing dat neber fails
ter knock down a man’s pride, boss, an'
dat is whisky. Get drank, an’ when
yer gets sober yer’ll feel mightily ’mili
ated.’
“I acted on this suggestion, an’ got as
drunk as a—well, as ail owl, though I
never saw an owl drunk. When I got
sober I was the most humiliated man in
the world.” —Arkansaiv Traveler.
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lour years, and not a symptom has returned.
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, . , “BENI. MORRIS.
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General Pritcher, Superintendent of
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nouncement of the fact that the Home
is now full to its utmost capacity, and
it will be useless for men to go there ex
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Only 190 miles of new hailroaxt
Were reported as completed last week,
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this year, against 9,171 miles to date last
year, 6,649 to date in 1831, and 6,311 to
date in 1872. But in all other years of
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Dudes.—The citizens of the little
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number of the residents have applied to
have the town reincorporated and called
“Marianna,” while the old settlers ob
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dudes don’t feel satisfied with Mary Auu
they can get up and git. ”