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A HARD WINTER ON GAME
LIVING ON TRE BOUNTY OF KIND.
HEARTED FARMERS,
Deer, Gaunt with Roncer, Entering Farm
yards to Feed with the Callie.
A few days ago the New York Aur.
printed a story about seven deer having
left the woods near Pocano, Penn., and
taken up their quarters with a farmer’s
cattle in his barnyard. The story was
read by several farmers, and has
brought out reports of similar incidents
in the towns of Bethel and Forestburgh,
N. Y. As the presence of so shy an ani
mal as the deer in the very dooryards of
farms and of village residences is some
thing rarely, if ever, noticed before in
the region, the inference is that the
winter has been the most severe one on
wild animals in the swamps and woods
ever known. The snow has been over
three feet deep on the level in the
woods, and the thermometer had ranged
steadily below zero for more than a week
in the Sullivan county mountains.
A few’ days ago George E. Stanton,
who lives beside the plank road,
near Mongaup Valley, saw a large deer
running down the road toward his
house. It jumped the fence within a
rod of the house, and leaped into the
barnyard, where it made itself at home
among the cattle, and began to eat from
the hay rick. The deer was gaunt with,,
hunger, and none of the farmer’s family
had any disposition to disturb it. A
young hound that lay on the back stoop
got scent of the deer, and before he
could be secured was chasing it across
the Helds toward the Mongaup River.
The snow being deep and covered with
a thin crust, through which the deer
broke at almost every jump, the dog
gained rapidly on it, and when it was
within a quarter of a mile of the river
caught up with it and seized it by one
of the hind legs. The deer kept on,
dragging the dog through the snow as
he held fast to iti leg.
Stai ton and two of his sons, fearing
that the dog would kill the deer, joined
in the chase with the intention of taking
the dog off and capturing the deer alive
if possible. They overtook the dog and
deer on the bank of the river. After a
desperate struggle the deer was bound
with a rope and brought back to the
barn. It dashed wildly about for some
time, but finally quieted down, and now
eats as composedly as any of the cattle,
if it is not disturbed by the presence of
any one.
One day last week a farmer living in
Bethel township saw a buck toward
evening leap the fence into his barnysrd.
The barn door was open, and the buck
went in. The farmer ran to the barn
aud closed the door. The deer was
feeding in a manger by the side of a
cow. It was startled by the closing of
the door, and jumping over the manger
tried to jump out of a small window in
tire opposite side of the barn. The
window was too small to permit the pas
sage of its body, and it hung wedged in,
struggling violently. The farmer and
two other men tied the deer with ropes,
and got it out of the window by cutting
away the boards. They locked the ani
mal in an outbuilding. The next morn
ing a doe made its appearance at the
barnyard. Being frightened away it
ran half way across a field and stopped,
looking wistfully back.
At the same time a great noise was
heard in the outhouse where the buck
was confined. The farmer went in and
found the deer entangled in the rope by
which he had been secured around the
horns, and lying on the floor kicking
and struggling. The farmer hastily cut
the ropes for fear the buck might injure
himself. He was no sooner free than
lie prang to his feet, and dashed against
the door which had been left ajar, and
wmt bounding awav across the fields.
It was joined by the dog, and the two
disappeared in the woods. The next
morning they were both in the barn
yard again, and ever since then the
farmer lias left hay and fodder in the
yard fi r them. Them come every night
oid eat it.
A l eighbor.of the altove farmer dis
'-7V < d a iiiick and a doe among his cat
tie a week ago, and they steal back at
ev< ry opportunity to share the fodder.
Ail of these deer were thin almost to
emaciation when first seen, but have in
creased greatly in fljsh on the fare of
the kind-hearted farmers. Deer have
been seen among cattle in other
parts of the county, but, according tc
reports, some of them have not fared sc
well, for in spite of their miserable con
dition, they were followed and killed by
heartless mountaineers.
BEEN THEBE BEFORE.
Mrs. Bright (guest at a littie dinner):
"Oh ! lam so glad Mrs. Dash has
come. ”
Mr. Bright: “Why, my dear, I
thought sue and you were great social
rivals.”
“We are.”
“And worse than that, she is a particu
lar favorite with our host, Mr. De Klum
sey, and may be given the place of
honor at the table. That would be mor
tifying.”
“On the contary, that is why I am so
glad. In this house the host does the
carving, aud the place of honor, as you
know, is at his right hand.”
“But what of that ?”
“It will b» ’ . dress, not mine, that
gets spin ’, a all over with gravy this
time. ” — Phila. Call.
Young Gadsby: “Say,Wagstaff, I’ve
got a big joke on you, old boy. You’re
so fond of hoaxing other fellows, some
body has hoaxed you finely this time.
You thought there was a Real Mermaid
on board of one of the Cunard steamers,
and I’ve taken a Whole Day and been
on every steamer in port and Asked
About It and, ha 1 ha ! there Ain’t Any
Mermaid on any of ’em 1”
A citizen writes from Dakota that
he yearns for his old home, where a
man can weep without his tears form- •
mg icicles and there’s semethixg bettrn ’
thftp tjy tq bunk J
@lje jS'iunineruillc
VOL. XII.
WHERE ARE WICKED FOLKS BURIEL
‘•Tell me, gray-headed sexton." I said,
"Where in this field are the wicked folks laid 5
I have wandered the quiet old graveyard
through,
And studied the epitaphs, old and new;
But on monument, obe isk, pillar, or stone
I read of no evil that men have done."
The old sexton stood by a grave newly made,
With his chin on his hand, his hand on a
spade;
1 knew by the gleam of his eloquent eye
That his heart was instructing his lipa to
reply.
“Who is to judge when the soul takes its
flight?
Who is to judge ’twixt the wrong and the
right?
■ Which of us mortals shall dare to say
That our neighbor was wicked who died to
day ?
‘‘ln our journey through life, the further we
speed,
The better we learn that humanity's need
Is charity's spirit, that prompts us to find
Bather virtue than vice in the lives of cur
kind.
“Therefore, good deeds we record on these
stones;
The evil men do, let it die with their bones.
1 have lalxned as s xt in this many a year,
But I never have buried a bad man here."
Truth Seeker.
THAT DAY IN HIS BOAT.
It was a wild night. The wind blew,
the rain drove, the waves roared in the
near distance.
It had been a fateful day to me.
Grandfather Delmar, with whom I had
Jived ever since I could remember, had
been carried to his final home that after
noon, and now I was the last representa
tive of our name. The wide acres of the
Delmar plantation, originally one of the
largest estates on the eastern shore of
Maryland, had come down to me as sole
heiress. To me also had descended the
Delmar diamonds, which had blazed on
the persons of the Delmar ladies. I say
descended, but I am hardly correct, for
these broad lands and these priceless
jewels were mine only under the will of
my grandfather, and that will contained
a proviso which I had just learned for
the first time. I was to marry Randolph
Heath, the ward and adopted son of my
grandfather, or else the entire property
was to go to this self-same Randolph.
The will had just been read. The fu
neral guests, or nt least, the most im
portant of them, had listened to it in
the great drawing-room below, the
walls of which were huug with portraits
of my Delmar ancestors, handsome men
and lovely, golden-haired women.
"Charlotte,” said my aunt, when the
reading of the will was ended—“ Cha
rlotte, my dear, you must invite our
friends for the night. You are mistress
now.”
“I shall never be mistress of Delmar
Hal], Aont Mordaunt,” I said, firmly.
She clutched my arm, her eyes wide
with wonder.
“And why not, pray?”
“Because of the proviso. I will
never wed Randolph Heath.”
Her face whitened to the hue of
death. She was a lone widow, and I
was her idol; and she coveted all those
jewels and rich acres for my heritage.
For a moment we stood breathless.
“But Randolph Heath’s in Australia,’
suggested a friend, “and you are mis
tress at least until fie returns.”
Poor aunty caught at this last hope
with a gasp of relief.
“So you are, my dear,” she put in;
“we’ll leave all these disagreeable things
to lie settled in the future. To-night,
friends, we will shut the doors against
the storms and be comfortable.”
She swept off toward the glowing
parlor, followed by her guests, while I
fled away to my own chamber.
The afternoon, as I have said, had
turned into rain and the waves thundered
on the shores of the bay close by with
a hoarse cry, like a human heart iu
pain. I paced my room restlessly. 1
could not marry this Riudolph Heath,
whose face I had not looked upon since
the days of my early childhood. looul.l
not do it, for another face arose before
me, in the face of the man I loved. A
poor man, landless and unknown, yet
who had grown so dear to me in the few
brief mouths of our summer acquaint
ance that to give him up were worse
than death. Yet I was a Delmar, aud
it was a sore trial to lose my heritage—
to lose the Delmar jewels. All the Del
mar women before me bad worn these
matchless old diamonds; and must I,
alone of them, be disinherited and
dowerless ?
“Yes. cheerfully,” I said; “since to
keep them I must give up the choice of
my heart. Dear, dear summer days 1”
For it had been during a visit to a
school friend, who lived in one of the
loveliest counties cf Pennsylvania, that
I had met, the preceding June, Herbert
Stanley. For the first time in my life I
had found in him a perfectly congenial
soub We liked the same poetry, pre
ferred the same music, admired the
same scenery. Ah ’ what delicious days
those were. We rode, we walked, we
failed, we read together. Our acquaint
ance soon passed into intimacy, aud
from that ripened into love.
Never could I forget the day, the
blissful day, when my hopes became
a certainty. Herbert had asked me the
evening before if I would go with him in
his boat. No knight of old could have
handed me into the little vessel more
reverentially than he did, How mtij
SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING. MAY 13,1885.
he looked 1 How strong and self-con
tained I My heart beat fast, for some
thing in his manner told me what was
coming, but I was inexpressibly happy,
nevertheless. He rowed for about half
an hour; then stopping, he lay upon
his oars, and looking me in the faca like
a brave heart as he was, told his tale,
though with many a hesitating word
and many a look of anxiety.
Should I give snch a one up ? Never 1
Yet the temper of my thoughts was such
that I could not stay in-doors ! I left
the house and ran down to the shore of
the bay, having first thrown a shawl
over my head. The storm and darkness
was terrific, and the tide w’as coming in
with a hoarse, sullen cry. The salt
mist drenched my hair, the winds tore
and shrieked around me, and overhead
hung the pitch-black sky.
Suddenly I heard a step and, looking
up, saw Herbert himself. I started with
surprise.
"I have been hovering about all day,”
he said. “I bad given up hope of see
ing you. But still I could not tear my
self away.”
“You did not doubt me ?” I cried,
“Oh, Herbert !”
My look, my tone, even more than my
words, reassured him.
“Thank God !“ he said, drawing a
deep breath. “Thank God ! It is not
true, then, what I hear. You are not
going to betray mo ?”
“Betray you?”
“I was told you were to be disinherit
ed unless you married Randolph Heath,
and that the temptation has been too
great for you. I did not believe it. Aud
yet, and yet—forgive mo, darling, I see
I was wrong—l was fearfully afraid.”
“Be afraid no longer,” I whispered,
nestling to his broad breast. “What are
broad acres and gleaming jewels to yout
dear love? I am yours and yours
only."
He bent and kissed me. After a while
he said, “I do not fear for your fidelity,
but Ido fear for the persecution von
may suffer. It is but a short walk to
the little church. I know the rector;
he was, I find, one of my old school
mates. Be mine to-night and I will go
away content. Not tilt yon permit it
shall the marriage Ire made public.”
“I am yours,” I said, "but let it bo
to-morrow evening. I will tell my aunt
in a day or two afterward. Poor aunt,
it will need that time to prepare her.”
It was arranged, therefore, that I
should meet my lover al the same hour
next evening, aud with a parting em
brace I hurried iu, lest I should be
missed.
Aunt Mordaunt was in a flutter of ex
citement the next morning. She had
just received a letter saying t' Ran
dolph Heath had returned and would be
at Delmar Hull by sunset.
“Now, Charlotte, (fny love,” she said
bustling into my chamber before I was
awake, "do try and look your best to
night. Yon are a beauty, I know, but a
charming toilet sets you off amazingly.
Lay off your heavy crape just for to
night and wear that white silk with the
hly-of-thc-valley trimmings. You must
fascinate this Randolph Heath at the
outset; it will bo quite comfortable to
have him at your feet, for you must
marry him, my dear; you are too sensi
ble a girl to make a beggar of yourself.”
I only smiled in answer, and I suf
fered my maid to array me in the
dainty silk. But at set of sub, instead
of receiving Randolph Heath in the
grand parlors of the hall I was speeding
away with my lover toward the old
ivy-covered church, built of bricks im
ported from England a century and a
half before; the church where the Del
mars for five generations had been
married. In the soft glitter of the early
starlight we were wedded. An hour
after I was home again. But as I as
cended to my room I remembered that
I had looked my last upon the blinking
Delmar diamonds aud on the broad
lands of the hall.
I had hardly closed the door behind
me when my aunt entered.
“Charlotte, you must come down at
once; you must indeed,” she said.
“Randolph is in the drawing-room and
asks to see you. Don’t be odd. Here,
Lucile, do your young lady’s hair.
I stood uncertain.
“Aud now, my dear, do put on your
diamonds,” continued poor auntie, flut
tering round me; “you should always
wear gems, they become you.”
“But, anutie, the diamonds are not
mine,” I began, wishing time to think.
I was almost ready, then and there,
to tell the truth. But I pitied auntie
and hesitated.
“But they will be, my love, as soon
as you marry Randolph Heath,” she
urged.
“I shall never marry him,” I an
swered.
“We shall Bee, my love. At any rate,
come down and welcome him. That
much is due, at the least ”
This decided me. It was his due.
As we descended to the grand drawing
room where my grandfather’s adopted j
son awaited us, I stopped for a moment ;
on the stairs and gazed around me with
almost a sigh of regret. In a few days i
I must go out from the dear old place ,
disowned and disinherited. Poor auntie!
the blow will fall heavily on her.
Shutting my baud involuntarily over
the marriage ring upon my finger, I fol
lowea my sunt, my heart m my moutn.
A tall figure arose as we entered and ad
vanced to meet us. I heard my aunt's
warm word of welcome, and then I felt
my own hands grasped, and looked up.
I cried out in amazement, for the
stranger was Herbert Stanley, my new
ly-wedded husband.
"Can I hope that you will ever for
give me?” he said, with a smile. “I am
Randolph Heath. I have known of the
proviso to your grandfather’s will for
years. But as I wanted you to love me
for myself, if you eould, I planned te
meet you last summer. Can you forgive
me ?”
I looked up into his dear, kind face.
‘‘No matter who you are, or what you
planned,” I answered, putting my hand
in his, “I forgive you, for I love you."
Then we told the story of our marriage.
Aunt Mordaunt listened in horrified
amazement.
“Au indiscreet thing, to say the least,
my love,” she said; “you might have
committed a grave mistake. It is ail
right, since you’ve married Mr. Heath.
But really, my dears, you must have a
wedding. Yes, in order to preserve the
prestige of the old name, if nothing
more, we really must have a wedding,
and marry you over again.”
Aud she did; and it was a most mag
nificent affair. The old hail was in
a blaze of light, and crowded with noble
guests, and I wore point lace and the old
Delmar diamonds.
But I was not half so happy as on the
day’ when I first heard from my hus
band’s lips that he loved me—heard it
that day in his bout.
——
A Joke on General Sherman.
The Washington correspondent of the
Cleveland (Ohio) Leader makes Col. A. ,
11. Markland responsible for the follow
ing story: “When Gen. Sherman's army
was at Goldsborough, N. C., Gen. Sher
man made a visit to the headquarters of
Gen. Howard. While there Gen. Sher
man felt the need of a small draught of
whisky to drive oil' the malarial effects
of the climate on his system. Now, all
the officers of the army knew of Gen,
Howard’s rigid temperance proclivities,
and were strict in their respect for them.
Gen. Sherman knew there was no whis
ky in Gen. Howard’s quarters, and,
therefore, did not mention his wants tc
Gen. Howard. Pr< sently Dr. John
Moore, the Medical Director, came in,
and after a little conversation Gen.
Sherman gave him the wink, and said:
‘Doctor, have you u seidlitz powder in
your quarters ?’ The doctor answered
that he had. Gen. Howard spoke up
and said: ‘Gen. Sherman, it is not
necessary to go to the doctor’s quarters.
I have plenty of seidlitz powders here,
and good ones too. I will get you one.’
If there was anything in Gen. Howard’s
quarters that Gen. Sherman did not
want it was a seidlitz powder, and there
fore be said to Gen. Howard: ‘Never
mind, General. Give yourself no
trouble.’ Howard was then getting the
powder and glasses of water ready. ‘I
will be going by Moooe’s quarters after
a while.’ Dr. Moore was a great wag
and quickly took in the situation and
became a party to the joke on Gen.
Sherman. He said to Gen. Sherman:
‘By the way, General, I don’t think I
have a seidlitz powder in my quarters,
and you had better take the one Gen.
Howard has.’ By this time Gen. How
ard had the powder all ready for use
and handed the two glasses to Gen.
Sherman. Rather than offend Howard
by saying he meant whisky he drank the
foaming stuff down, much to bis own
disgust, to the satisfaction of Gen.
Howard, and to the amusement of the
staff officers.”
* • • ■
Up in a Balloor
The balloon corps employed by Gen..
Graham to reconnoitre Osman Digma’s
movements represents a force which
may hereafter become formidably effec
tive in modern warfare, although the
date of its first ntilizition in this wav
comes almost within the memory of
some men still living. The earliest ap
pearance of balloons in war was during
the siege of a fortress in Northern France
by the Austro-Prnssian invaders of 1791,
when an adventurous aeronaut thor
oughly surveyed the Austrian line
in the teeth of a heavy but wholly inef
fectual fire directed against him by the
• nragod enemy. The balloon comtnu
ii'c itions kept with the outside world by
Paris during the German blockade of
is still fresh in public memory.
Poor Co'. Burnaby, one of the boldest
aeronauts of his time, had daring theo
ries about the possible use of balloons
in war which his own f< a s amply justi
fied. The project of freighting a bal
loon with small bombs, and dropping
them into the enemy's ranks, has been
repeatedly mooted, but not yet tested
by actual experiment.
Very Small Wages.
It appears that the average agricui
tnral wages in the County Tipperary is
I from seven to eight shillings per week,
aud for constant work, by which is meant
I that the laborer must put up with the
I same wage in harvest time when other
I men are earning four to five shillings
' per day. Some of these unfortunate
i serfs have to support several children,
j themselves aud their wives an seven
j shillings per week,
ONLY A SIMPLE COLD.
But this Is the Season of the Year When
a Cold In Danircroiis.
Nothing is more common than “a
cold in the head,” which is a very
simple malady if it is cured there and
goes no further. But the membrane
which lines the air passages of the head
is continuous with that which lines the
throat and lungs, so the inflammation in
the head, if not arrested, spreads to the
throat and lungs, causing cough and
finally consumption and death.
When the pores of tho body are
closed, the ill effects are likely to be felt
in the weakest parts of the body first.
Some Buffer from colds first in the head,
some in the lungs; in some a cold affects
the joints, causing rheumatism, in others
the bowels, in others the kidneys, and
so on. When the cold has settled in the
weakest part of the body, or in any part
of it, all the lurking impurities in the
system seem to concentrate there; that
is the lowest point as to health, aud all
the streams of degeneracy flow into it
More people die of pneumonia and
kindred diseases in tho spring than dur
ing any other season of the year, and
the reason of this we need not go far to
discover. Shut up in close and heated
rooms, the impurities of the body have
accumulated within it. Tho skin, from
lack of frequent bathing and from being
kept from tho air by close-fitting flan
nels has become inactive; the Jungs,
from breathing impure air, have become
enfeebled; and tho whole body, imper
fectly and scantily supplied with well
oxygenated blood, has lost its elasticity
and soundness. A little cold taken when
one is in such a condition is not easily
thrown off; it is like a little break in
the dykes that keep ont tho sea; unless
stopped promptly it may open wider and
wider till the river of death flows
through it.
The lungs, the skin, the kidneys, the
bowels, are the great sewers through
which the impurities of the body flow
from it. So long ns these are kept wide
open impurities cannot collect in the
body. The lungs must have pure air,
or they cannot perform their office per
fectly. The pores of tho skin must be
kept open by exercise, by bathing and
friction, or they cannot perform their
office. Tho kidneys must be sup
plied with material for the easy per
formance of their duties. Medical
writers say that. Americans do not take
liquid enough. We have no national bev
erage as tho Germans have; we are not
wine drinkers as the French are, or tea
drinkers as the English, and ice water,
of which large quantities are consumed
by us, is not the best thing for us.
Soups are recommended as meeting a
want of our people. Water, hot and
cold, chocolate aud its cousins, cocoa
and “shells,” are wholesome beverages,
and it is better for such as find tea and
coffee “to agree” with them to drink that
than not to take fluid enough. Con
stipated bowels mean cold feet and a hot
head. Exercise aud diet will cure those
if taken seasonably.
Boerbave's rules for health were these
three: “Keep the feet warm, the head
cool, and the bowels open.” These
rules can be well observed by due atten
tion to the sewers of the body as above
particularized, for if there is a free
movement through these there wiil be a
corresponding demand for fresh sup
plies and nutrition, and the functions of
the body will be so vigorously carried on
that disease will find nothing to lay hold
of.
The first thing to do when one finds
one has a cold is to open the pores that
are closed, to start into action the func
tions that are suspended. Taere are
various simple ways of doing this known
to everybody, and we are inclined to be
lieve that the simplest ways are the bast.
Some can “work off” a coid; some can
starve it off; sago tea in large quantities,
drunk while one keeps in a uniform warm
‘ atmosphere, will cure some; a “wet
pack” is efficient with many; a bountiful
fruit diet is a good cure; a Turkish bath
is agreeable to some constitutions. But
no one can afford to neglect even a
'little cold,” since it may draw after it
such large consequences.
A Very Economical Man.
A Maine merchant who always had the
reputation of being close-fisted, failed
and offered to settle for 50 cents on the
dollar. His creditors sent a man to rep
resent them all and make arrange
ments with him. This happened 4‘)
years ago, when what is now a city was
a village with two narrow planks for
sidewalks. The creditor noticed that
the failed merchant instead of taking
the planks, walked by his side on the
grass.
“What are you walking down in the
grass there for ?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m too poor to walk on the side
walk,” said his debtor, in the humble
tone of Uriah Heep.
“Well,’’responded the creditor, “if you
are as economical as that, I guess you
will be able to pay us in full one of
those days, and we won’t settle for 50
cents on a dollar.”— Lewiaton {Me.)
Journal.
A Spotter.— The Bank of France is
said to possess an ingeniously arranged
photographic studio concealed in a gal
lery behind its cashier, so that at a sig
nal the portrait of a suspected customer
may be instantly taken without his
OOWlfedge.
NO. 17.
THE CAPTURE OF NEW ORLEANS.
The Story ns Told by n Boy who was Thcro
When it Took (Place.
From the Century War Papers we
quote the following from the paper by
George W. Cable, on “New Orleans be
fore the Capture,” in the April number:
“What a gathering 1 The riff-raff of
the wharves, the town, tho gutters.
Such women—such wrecks of women 1
And all the juvenile rag-tag. The lower
steamboat landing, well covered with
sugar, rice and molasses, was being
rifled. The men smashed; the women
scooped up the smashings. The river
was overflowing the top of the levee. A
rain-storm began to threaten. ‘Are the
Yankee ships in sight ?’ I asked of au
idler. He pointed out the tops of their
naked masts as they showed up across
the huge bend of the river. They were
engaging the batteries at CimpCaal
mette—the old field of Jackson’s renown.
Presently that was over. Ah, me I I
see them now as they come around
Slaughterhouse Point into full view,
silent, so grim aud terrible; black with
men, heavy with deadly portent; the
long-banished Stars and Stripes flying
against the frowning sky. Oh, for the
Mississippi! tho Mississippi 1 Just then
she came down upon them. But how ?
Drifting helplessly, a mass of flame’.
“The crowds on the levee howled and
screamed with rage. The swarming
docks answered never a word; but one
old tar on the Hartford, standing with
lanyard in hand beside a great pivot
gun, so plain to view that you could see
him smile, silently pitted its big, black
breech, and blandly grinned.
“And now the rain came down in
sheets. About one or two o’clock in the
afternoon (as I remember), I being again
in the store with but' one door ajar, came
a roar of shoutings aud imprecations aud
crowding feet down Gammon street.
‘Hurrah for Jeff Davis I Hurrah for
Jeff Davis ! Shoot them 1 Kill them 1
Hang them 1’ I locked the door on the
outside and ran to the front of the mob,
bawling with the rest, ‘Hurrah for Jeff
Davis 1’ About every third man there
had a weapon out. Two officers of the
United States Navy were walking
abreast, unguarded and alone, looking
not to right or left, never frowning,
never flinching, while the mob screamed
in their ears, shook cocked pistols in
their faces, cursed and crowded and
gnashed upon them. So through the
gates of death those two men walked to
the City Hail to demand the town’s sur
render. It was one of the bravest deeds
I ever saw done.
"Later events, except one, I leave to
other pens. Au officer from the fleet
stood on the City Hall roof about tc
lower the flag of Louisiana. In the
street beneath gleamed tho bayonets
of a body of marines. A howitzer
pointed up aud another down the street.
All around swarmed the mob. Just then
Mayor Monroe—lest the officer above
should be fired upon and the howitzers
open upon the crowd—came out alone
aud stood just before one of the howit
zers, tall, slender, with folded arms,
eying the gunner. Down sank the flag.
Captain Bell, tall and stiff, marched off
with the flag rolled under his arm, and
the howitzers clanking behind. Then
cheer after cheer rang out for Monroe.
And now, I dare say, every one is well
pleased that, after al), New Orleans
never lowered her colors with her own
hands.”
... ■ ■ "1.1
Battle Panics.
■ The slightest cause has led to grav
est results in battles. Let a buttery
change positions with a rush, running
through a brigade, and those men must
be handled firmly to prevent a falling
back. Caissons in search of ammuni
tion have stampeded regiments time and
again. Let one regiment fall back has
tily to secure a new position, and it is a
cool line cf veterans indeed which will
open to let the men pass, and then close
up firmly after them. It is not the fear
of being killed that unnerves a man
fighting in the ranks. Mon who have
fired seventy-five rounds at close range
have been afterward stampeded by the
fear of being surrounded ami captured.
With veteran fighters the fear of being
made a prisoner is perhaps stronger than
that of death itself. A man falling dead
as a line advances produces no conster
nation. The gap is closed as quick as
the men on either side can move up.
But, let a man be wounded and call out
at the top of his voice, as was sometimes
the case, aud a sort of quiver runs up
and down his whole company. Let a
second and third be hit, and it requires
the stern: “Steady, men J” of the cap
tain to prevent disorder in the ranks.
The teamsters were the direct cause
of more than one panic. Being non
combatants and unarmed, they were, of
course, helpless, and for this same
reason easily frightened. Let one sin
gle shell fall among the wagon-train,
aud nine out of ten wagous were bound to
move. If one teamster abandoned his
wagon, others were certain to follow his
example, no matter how slight the dan
ger.—M. Quad.
The spirit of liberality is not] merely,
as some people imagine, a jealousy oi
cur own particular rights, but a respect
(or the rights of others and an unwil
lingness that any man, whether high oi
low, should bo wronged or
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STRAY BITS OF HUMOR
FOUND IN TUB COLUMNS OF OUB
EXCHANGES
Mot Going to br n Dude-The Unfortnnnte
Nleigli U'(!b— The Object oi the Ditch—
llnd been there Before, J£tc«» Btc.
NOT GOING TO BE A DUDE.
A young lady, a Sunday school teacher
In a church pretty near the corner of
Gilmore street and Lafayette avenue,
was on Sunday defining faith to her
class of young Americans, aged from 6
to 10 years. She set about her task in
a practical way. “Faith in anything,”
she said, "is to believe that something
existed which could not be seen. Sup
pose,” she said, “your papa should tell
you he had put ten dollars in the bank
for you, and that you might draw it
from the bank when you grew older.
You did not see the money put in, but
you know it is there because you believe
what your papa tells you, and when you
grow up and want the money you dress
yourself up, with your gloves on, and
your high hat, and your cane, and
you—”
At this juncture the teacher was
startled by one of the boys, who cried
out:
“What are you giving us? Do you
think I’m a dude ?”
The young lady says she felt pros
trated, and that it will be some time
before she stirs up the question of faith
again.— Baltimore American.
a sleighing.
“Then you won’t let your daughter go
With the sleighing party ?”
“Indeed, I won't.”
“I didn’t suppose you were opposed
to young folks having a good time."
“That ain’t it. I’m not down on
sleighriding, but Mary Ann has had her
last one while I have to foot her bills.
The last time I let her go she had to
squall aud lose a ten dollar set of teeth
in a snow drift when the sleigh upset.
A girl that can’t keep her mouth shut
when she knows it's full of money ain’t
got no business in a sleigh.”— Chicago
Ledger.
DUST AND DUST.
The minister had preached a very
long, parched sermon on the creation of
of man, and one little girl in the congre
gation was utterly worn out. After the
services she said to her mother:
“Mamma, were we all made of dust?”
“Certainly, my child. ’
“The preacher, too?”
“Os course. Why did you think he
was not made like the rest of us ?”
“Oh, because he is so awful dry,
mamma, I don’t see how they could
make him stick together.”— Merchant
Traveler.
THE DUDE.
flame tilings in this world
Are hard to explain:
The lighter the dude
Tlie heavier the cane,
The bigger the list
Tho smaller the brain;
Does any one know
Why these things are so?
—Boston Courier.
THE OBJECT OP TUB DITCH.
A New Yorker who was in Missouri
lust fall found a number of men digging
a ditch between two small lakes.
“I can’t see the object,” he observed,
after sui veying the work for a while.
“No ?” dryly answered the boss.
“The lakes are too shallow to be navi
gated.”
“Well ?”
“Aud the ditch can’t be of any use
except to the fish.”
"Mebbe not.”
“Say !” called the nettled New Yorker.
“what is the object of your infernal old
ditch anyhow ?”
“Toissue SIOO,OOO worth of bonds on,’
was the culm reply.— Wall Street News.
PERILS OF LOVE NEAR PITTSBURGH.
Eulalia—“Oh, you false, base—oh,
don’t you dare to come near me ! Take
your ring, and leave me this instant I”
Algernon—“ Really, Eulalia, I am
amazed, shocked. What has produced
this sudden change ?”
“Oh, you are very innocent, very,
you fickle, wayward Lothario. Never
presume to speak to me again 1”
“But, what have I done?”
“What have you not done 1 How
came that daub of soot on the end of
your nose? Tell me that, you—”
"Why, my darling, I have just been
looking through a smoked glass at the
eclipse.”
• How stupid I am. Forgive me,
dear. I thought you bad been kissing
a Pittsburgh girl.”
A Florida Jigger.
A jigger is a little red bug about as
big as the point of a pin, too small to
witness with the naked eye, but O,
lordy, how he can j g though. He or
she, as the case may be, for no one
seems to know the gender of the jigger
—gets on your skin and goes philander
ing around till ho finds an opening, a
pore in the skin, for instance, and he
crawls in out of sight, and begins to jig.
You don’t see him when be goes in, or
when he comes out, but you know he
is there. The place where he has gone
in begins to itch and smart, as though
the little fellow was made of cayenne
pepper, and you scratch the place, and
it becomes sore, and swells up, aud it
keeps you awake, and you are mad
enough to say words that look bad in
print, but it does not make any differ
ence to the jigger. He jigs right along
regardless, and seems to have a good
time. A healthy man with fifteen hun
dred to two thousand jiggers on his
person would be a good hand to set np
with the sick, as he could keep awake
to give medicine. The jigger does not
kill his victims, but he prevents them
from enjoying religion. I think one
cause of the prevalence of profanity in
the extreme South is owing to jiggers.
A church can never prosper as it should
in a country where jiggers abound. By
the way, there is a jigger at work now
boring an artesian well beside my nose,
and the more I scratch and dig the more
he laughs and goes on with his jigging,
—Pool’s &un.