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BRIDOW OF GLEftCOJB,
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A ahMow by the cutie walls
Bad thoughts to memory ott r e&Da;
From tower, and spire, and turret falls
This shadow by the castle walls.
Hid are the violets wrapped In gloom,
Shadowed the purple heads of bloom,
Tet telling to me with their sweet perfume
Their presence In this shadowy tomb.
One lovely day, ah I woful day—
It was one smiling morn in May;
The sun sent down his cheeriest ray
Vpon this long, sad-ending day—
Forth rode a young and gallant knigh
With eyes of heaven’s own azure light
With housings gay and helmet bright,
Out rode this young and gallant knight
With lance and spear at saddle bow
He sallies forth to meet the foe;
He pauses where the fir trees grow
And turns a last look on Glencoe,
“ Farewell, my proud, ancestral home;
Farewell, ye woods I’ve loved to roam.”
He lifts his eyes to Glencoe’s dome,
Where wave the banners of his home.
His gallant steed, ere night had fell,
Had charged through brake and bosky dell.
And reached his stall; oh, was it well
With Glencoe’s pride ? Ah, who could tell ?
No more he paced his father’s halls,
No more their grandeur on him falls,
But darkly by the castle walls
The shade from tower and turret falls.
THE OSAGE CAPTIVE.
Many years ago Charles Hamilton set
tled in the northeastern part of Missouri
Territory, at a point considerably in ad
vance of the line of settlement and fron
tier poets. He was a widower, with but
one child, a bright-eyed daughter, about
a dozen years of age, who frequently
visited the nearest settlement, where she
soon became well known aud equally
well loved by the settlers.
During these early days this portion
of Missouri became thickly infested with
horse-thieves. The headquarters of a
band were somewhere in the neighbor
hood, although the most diligent search
failed to trace the criminals to their
hiding place.
It wai a long time before they gained
any clew as to the identity of the mis
creants ; but one night, when one of the
old settlers was returning to his home
late, he was set upon by a party of a
dozen men, and deprived of the young
mare tliat he was driving. The old
gentleman had been a hunter in his
young days, and kept his eyes and ears
open. The result was the discovery
that the band of horse-thieves was noth
ing less than a party of Osage Indians,
whose main village was about fifty miles
to the northwest
A few days later an Osage warrior
named Kowali was captured, as he was
hunting in the woods near the settle
ment. He was instantly seized, dis
armed and marched to the village, where
a council was at once called to determine
what should be done with him.
The community were in such a state of
exasperation that they were ready to do
anything except to listen to reason.
Many were in favor of shooting him, for
they considered it unquestionable that
the color of his skin decided his guilt;
but the more conservative advocated
giving him a severe whipping.
Young Marian Hamilton was in the
settlement, and when the young warrior
was publicly cowhided in the village,
she stood by pleading that the cruel
punishment might be stopped. The In
dian turned his dark eyes upon her with
a curious look, but never uttered a
word. He stood the punishment with
the stoicism peculiar to his race, and
when they had finished he took his gun
and walked as unconcernedly away as if
he was just starting upon some hunting
expedition.
Beaching the edge of the settlement,
he wheeled with the quickness of light
ning, and shot dead the man who had
inflicted the degrading punishment.
As soon as the first shock was over a
half dozen started in pursuit; but none
equaled him in fleetness of foot, and he
speedily disappeared in the woods.
Shortly after this unfortunate occur
rence another discovery was made. The
horse-thieves were not Osages. The old
flunter had naturally fallen into the er
ror from the fact that the men who
robbed him were disguised as Indians,
while the only one who spoke a word at
all was a half-breed named Wentz, who
belonged to a party of outlaws that had
their headquarters somewhere in the re
cesses of a vast swamp a score of miles
to the west.
But it was too late to remedy the
wrong inflicted by the whites. An In
dian never forgets nor forgives an in
jury, and war lit up the whole frontier.
Many abandoned all to take refuge in
thickly-settled parts ; but, in spite of the
warnings of his friends, Marian’s father
refused to change liis abode, affirming
that, as he had not injured the redskins,
they would not injure him. Terribly
was he mistaken.
The North Georgian.
\ol. in.
One day the settler returned from a
long hunt, and found his house open and
his daughter absent His experienced
eye speedily detected suspicious signs,
and a brief examination satisfied him
that a party of Indians had carried his
Marian away.
Marian Hamilton was engaged with
her household duties that same winter
afternoon, when a dozen Indians ap
peared suddenly. They offered no vio
lence, but immediately began their
march through the wintry woods with
her.
After they had traveled some time,
and she comprehended where she was,
she raised her head and looked about
her. Nearly the first face that met her
gaze was that of the Osage who had suf
fered the indignity of whipping in the
settlement. The Indian looked fixedly
at her for a moment and made a sign
which she understood as a token of
friendship.
At nightfall they halted beneath a
large spreading oak, where the snow
was scraped away and a fire kindled.
They had no food, nor did they make
any attempt to procure any. They
simply sat on the ground, smoked their
pipes in sullen silence, occasionally ex
changing a word or two with each other
in their own tongue.
At last they stretched themselves up
on the ground, wrapped in their blank
ets, and soon slept soundly.
Marian, too excited and nervous to
sleep, lay and wondered what her father
would do when he came home and
learned what had befallen her. She
looked toward her savage friend, aud,
when a couple of weary hours had
dragged by, she saw him rise silently to
his feet, and, passing around to the op
posite side of the oak, vanish like a
shadow.
Another hour passed wearily away,
and she began to despair again, when
she caught sight of him returning, car
rying in his arms a peculiar-looking
bundle. Stealing noiselessly to her
side, he motioned her to rise and take
away the blanket in which she had been
wrapped. When she had obeyed him
he carefully deposited his bundle in its
place, after which he raised the blanket,
and she then saw that it contained a
mass of snow, so shaped as to resemble
a human form. An idea of the Indian’s
stratagem now entered her mind, and
she knew that a faithful friend was at
work for her.
Following his guidance, she was led
through the bushes, about a hundred
yards from the fire, to an immense
fallen tree, which had yielded to some
furious storm, where the savage paused.
He pointed to a spot where an upward
curve in the trunk caused it to rise some
distance clear of the snow, under which
was a circular hole cut through the
drifted snow down' to the ground, in
which were deposited several blankets,
so arranged that she could repose with
in without suffering from contact with
the snow.
He pointed to the opening, and in
broken English directed her to go in
and remain there until either he or some
of his friends should come to take her
aw y. She obeyed without a moment’s
hesitation, and, after carefully folding
the blankets around her form, he stepped
a few feet to one side, and, carefully
raising a coverlet of snow-crust, placed
it over the aperture. It had been so
skillfully cut tliat it fitted with preci
sion, and no one passing would have
suspected the artifice.
Bidding the girl good-by, the Indian
took the back trail for the purpose of
communicating with the whites that he
knew were in pursuit, and informing the
father of the trick which had been played
for the rescue of his child.
The Indian who had executed this
clever stratagem had told his comrades
during the evening that he intended to
rise before day and pursue the same
course in advance of them for the pur
pose of killing a deer, as the party were
in want of food. In addition to this he
informed a friend that the girl appeared
so sick and distressed that, if she did
not respond to their call in the morning,
he had better place her on the small
sled which they had stolen from the
settler, and drag her on that until they
encamped again.
When morning dawned the war party
were astir, and, the girl still lying motion
leu, one at the Indians carefully raised
what he supposed to be her body,
swathed in blankets, and placed it on the
sled. It was a trifling labor for them to
pull the load along, as they continued
their journey northward.
The party halted about noon, when
one of the Indians drawing the sled be
gan to wonder at the still form, which he
BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA. AUGUST 19, 1880.
had not seen move or give the least evi
dence of life. Drawing the blankets
apart, he revealed to the amazed Osages
the trick which had been played upon
them.
They turned back on their trail, and,
just as night was closing in, reached the
place where they had encamped the pre
ceding night. They approached the place
very stealthily, for they believed it more
than probable that the whites, led by
their late comrade, were in the vicinity.
The chief, in a stooping posture, and
with the hammer cf his rifle raised, crept
within a few paces of the spot where he
had lain the night before. Seeing noth
ing suspicious, he made a signal to his
companions, who immediately gath
ered around him.
No whites were in the vicinity, and
the Indians were disappointed of the ex
pected encounter. They wandered hither
and thither, striking their tomahawks in
the few trees which were scattered here
and there, threatening all kinds of ven
geance upon their enemies, and upon
their own comrade, should he fall into
their power.
The chief stood with folded arms fully
a quarter of an hour endeavoring to solve
the mystery of the captive’s disappear
ance. Finally he motioned to one of the
oldest warriors to come to his side. A
short conference followed, and then, at
the suggestion of their leader, the In
dian prostrated himself upon the snow,
and endeavored, like the bloodhound to
scent the footsteps of their treacherous
brother.
Their progress was tardy, but it was
sure. They followed the precise direc
tion taken by Marian and her dusky
friend, and in due time reached the
tree beneath which she had been so
carefully and skillfully concealed. A
grunt of satisfaction followed, for they
were sure they had found the place of
her retreat.
Scanning the fallen tree or a few mo
ments and finding nothing supicious,
the chief and several others struck
their tomahawks upon it, and imme
diately discovered that it was perfectly
sound and solid.
Completely mystified, the chief sat
down upon it within half a dozen feet of
where the trembling girl was concealed,
while others, passing hither and thither,
frequently trod still closer.
Marian Hamilton, when left by her
Indian friend, remained anxious and
expectant for several hours ; but finally
she fell asleep, from which she was
awakened by the trampling upon the
snow-crust, apparently over her head,
She was sure that her father and friends
had reached the place and were looking
for her. Believing that they had some
difficulty in finding the exact spot of
her concealment, she concluded to call
them. Softly she repeated the one word:
“Father 1”
The chief, who was sitting upon the
log, sprang up as if bitten by a rattle
snake, and gazed about him with a be
wildered look.
He and several of the nearest warriors
had heard the voice, but could not
divine its source. While they stood in
doubt and bewilderment, again came
the word:
“ Father I”
The Indians looked startled and
alarmed, half believing that it was a
supernatural voice which they heard;
but something like a grim smile crossed
the face of the chief. He had pene
trated the secret.
Creeping forward on his hands and
knees, he carefully sounded the crust in
front of him until it gave back a pecul
iar hollow sound—proof that he had
discovered the retreat of their captive.
Striking a harder blow upon the shell
like crust, it broke in several pieces, and
the hiding place of Marian Hamilton
was laid open to the gaze of the Osages.
The girl could recognize nothing in
the darkness. She only saw the dark
forms standing around, but whether
friends or foes she could not tell.
*
The chief looked at her a moment,
and drew his tomahawk. But at this
juncture the sharp crack of a rifle broke
the stillness, and the chief tumbled
headlong into the opening with a bullet
through his brain. The next moment,
and before the Osages could recover
from their surprise, a volley was poured
into their midst, and such as were not
killed or desperately wounded immedi
ately fled.
Charles Hamilton, upon reaching the
settlement, after he had discovered the
abduction of his daughter, procured
enough men to insure success, if sueh a
thing were possible.
They hurried forward on the trail,
which was easily followed, as, at short
intervals, some of the Indians broke
through the crust, which, as they pro
gressed northward, was found to cover
the snow like a sheeting of ice.
On the second morning they encoun
tered the returning Osage. They were
so certain of his being an enemy that
he was fired at before he could
make himself known. He soon made
them understand his errand, and led them
to the rescue just at the opportune mo
ment.
What may seem remarkable, but what
at the same time is characteristic of In
dian nature, is the fact that after this
Osage had assured himself of the safety
of the girl he left her party, and ever
afterward was the bitter and unrelenting
enemy of the whites. It was several
years before he became reconciled to his
own people, but he never cherished any
feelings except enmity toward the race
which had inflicted such an indignity
upon him,
blind mktcautb.
One of the most extraordinary in
stances of victory over adverse circum
stances is found in the career of John
Metcalfe, of Kuaresborough, England,
the well-known engineer and road
maker. He was totally deprived of
sight by small-pox when only 6 years old.
As a rule the loss of sight shatters the
whole framework of mind and body,
and the child grows up selfish and
moody, becoming day by day more si
lent, reserved and discontented.
The very reverse of this was the case
of little John Metcalfe; no boy ever en
tered the sports of boyhood with keener
relish than he ; he is a proficient climber
and birds’-nester; he knew how to ride
and manage a horse, and enjoy a good
gallop ; he knew how to swim, and on
one occasion saved the lives of three of
his companions, and on another the life
of a man, after whom he dived to the
bottom of the river Nidd four times.
Nor was he less apt at indoor than
outdoor amusements. He could play
the violin with considerable skill, and
amuse himself in such a variety of ways
that time never hung heavily upon his
handj As he grew up he devoted him
self to useful pursuits, made a little
money, and was rich enough to buy a
horse of his own, on which he con
stantly followed the hounds, and was
as bold and daring a rider as any.
Among the feats that proved his cour
age and sagacity was a walk from Lon
don to Harrowgate, a distance of 200
miles, on an unknown road; and, what
is more extraordinary, and would be in
credible but for the good authority on
which the story is told, he accomplished
the distance in the same time it
took Col. Liddell to perform the
journey by coach. It should be men
tioned that the roads were then id a ter
rible state of dilapidation, rendering
coach traveling not only very slow, but
very hazardous.
During this journey, with his mind
undisturbed by objects which distract or
engage the thoughts of seeing men, Met
calfe considered the state of the roads,
revolving in his mind whether some
thing might not be done to improve
them. Each fresh episode in the jour
ney, each new difficulty—such as the
deep marshy places impossible for car
riages to pass, rivers without any
bridges across them, steep declivities
with rnts in them sufficient to try the
springs of the strongest vehicles—im
pressed the thought more and more
strongly on his mind; and, although
when he returned home the time had
not yet come for the idea to be fully de
veloped, it was destined at a later pe
riod to bear fruit. •
In the meantime he employed himself
in a variety of ways in order to procure
a livelihood, and, among other things,
played the violin at dances and public
assemblies, kept a vehicle for hire, and
started in business as a fish salesman,
enlisted and gained many volunteer re
cruits, afterward dealt in hosiery, then
in horses, and finally became a carrier
between Kuaresborough ana York, start
ing the first stage wagon on that road.
There were 20,172 students at the
twenty universities of Germany during
the winter semester 1879-’BO, an aver
age of more than 1,000 apiece. The
numbers, however, were distibuted as
follows : Berlin, 3,608 ; Leipzig, 3,227;
Munich, 1,806 ; Breslau, 1,309; Halle,
1,098; Tubingen, 994 ; Gottingen, 965
Bonn, 881; Wurzburg, 848 ; Strasbourg,
752 ; Konigsberg, 837; Marburg, 552 ;
Grefswald, 531; Heidelberg, 502; Er
langen, 481; Jena, 451 ; Freiburg (im
Breisgau), 891; Giessen, 353; Kiel, 242,
and Rostock, 198. Among the 20,172
Btudenta, 8,624 belonged to the philo
sophical faculty, 5,132 to the juristic,
8,661 to the medical, and 2,655 to the
theological.
NO. 33.
the crows nr contention.
James Hillman, a respectable and
well-to-do farmer, living between Or
wigsburg and Landingville, is the au
thority for the following remarkable
story: Mr. Hillman has on his farm
fifteen acres of timber, which is joined
by two other pieces of woodland of
about the same size. One morning dur
ing the early part of last week Mr. Hill
man’s attention was attracted by large
flocks of crows which came from the
south, and as if by common consent
settled in the woods mentioned above.
During the ensuing three days the crows
in the woods were reinforced by new ar
rivals, until several thousand were pres
ent, and the noise they made attracted
the attention of people for miles around.
Sentinel crows were posted on the
fences around the woods, and through
them the approach of a man or boy was
quickly communicated to the body of
crows. The crows remained in this
patch of woods until Monday morning,
when they all left about the same time,
taking their course of flight in a north
westerly direction. They left the woods
in flocks of 200 or 300 each, at intervals
of five or ten minutes, and the departure
of one of these flocks was the signal for
loud and prolonged cawing on the part
of those remaining behind. They all
departed in the same direction, and the
lust flock took to wing about an hour
after the first started. Since then there
has not been a crow seen in the neigh
borhood. Mr. Hillman says that dur
ing their stay in his woods the crows
did not commit any depredations on the
neighboring corn-fields, and but few of
them ever ventured beyond the con
fines of the timber.— Pottsville Miner's
Journal.
More emigrants will land in this
country during the current year than in
any former year in our history, and the
management of the business has been
reduced almost to a science. The rail
road and steamship lines have now so
systematized emigration that a German
wisliing to come to America can, before
leaving home, buy his land and be de
livered at the nearest railroad station to
it without delay or hazard, the deeds for
the land and the passenger certificates
being alike issued by special agents of
the roads owning Government land
grants. In the case of the Northern
Pacific road, the body of wheat lands,
in Dakota alone, granted to the road ex
needs in area the whole of Great Britain
and Ireland now cultivated. And these
fertile wheat lands of the far West
are now the destination of German,
Swede, Norwegian, Dane, Scotch and
English. A very large population is
moving on to the wheat lands of North
ern Minnesota and the Canadian Prov
ince of Manitoba. This is the famous
valley of the Red river of the North.
It is easily reached by rail from St. Paul
or Duluth. But the lands here arc
largely held by speculators ; great tracts
of 50,000 to 70,000 acres having been
bought up at less than 50 cents an acre.
The Government lands, adjacent to rail
road lands, and subject to entry, are
held at 82.50 an acre, or twice the price
of ordinary Government land. But this
is cheap compared with land anywhere
else under the sun. A single crop will
pay the cost of land, labor, and all other
excuses. What can an emigrant ask
more ? When the absolute ownership
of his home here only costs the emigrant
a sum equal to a single year’s rent in
Europe, is it any wonder steamships are
overcrowded ?
— > »
Mb. Howler, a beplastered and pasted
up victim of man’s inhumanity to man,
appeared in a San Francisco police court
demanding justice. He was a professor
of elocution, into whose apartments,
while instructing a pupil, burst Mc-
Pelter, who threw the pupil down stairs,
danced on Howler and hammered him
into a hash with a bed-slut. McPelter
then produced two witnesses from his
coat-tail pocket—a slice of wooden par
tition and a copy of Edgar A Poe’s
poems. The substance of his testimony
was that he had been doomed to hear
the poem of “ The Raven ” howled by
the plaintiff until his spirits sank, his
sleep forsook him, his memory failed
and reason began to totter on its throne.
The clerk read three stanzas in a sing
song tone and then the poem was turned
over to Howler. At the end of the first
verse there was a general look of horror;
at the second groans and evidence of
sea-sickness; at the third the Judge
grew faint, and the policeman clapped
his hand over the elocutionist’s mouth.
A flask of “medicine” was handed to
the court, and when he recovered he
dismissed the prisoner and bound Howler
over to keep the piece--and keep it out
of sight. *
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CURRENI ITEMS.
God delights in true, earnest thinkers.
—Dwight.
The total number of postoffices in the
United Srates is 42,677.
The population of Scotland is consid
erably behind that of the London postal
district.
Let he who regrets the loss of time
make proper use of that which is to
come in the future.
Why does rain diminish the size of
the statue in the park,? Because it be
comes a statuette (statue wet).
A locomotive "went wild” and
dashed through the depot, at Nashville,
at the rate of fifty miles an hour.
Two little Hlinois girls raised chickens
and sold eggs enough to purchase a
monument for their grandmother’s
grave.
What is the difference between a good
soldier and a fashionable lady? One
faces the powder, and the other powders
the face.
It is not pleasant to see everyone
around you a bigger person than yourself.
Yet this is a slight that many do see who
are not dwarfs in stature.
The Massachusetts Historical Society
has given 8100 toward the erection of a
monument in London over the unmarked
grave of Sir Walter Raleigh.
The register of Malhom Tam Church,
England, lately restored, contains the
record of a marriage solemnized by
Oliver Cromwell as a magistrate.
Os European sovereigns Victoria is
the only widow; Alexander, of Russia,
the only widower; William, of Ger
many, the oldest; and Alfonso, of Spain,
the youngest.
The census enumerators have ascer
tained that for the last ten years the
mortality in New Orleans has been
twelve in 1,000 per annum, an exceed
ingly low death-rate.
The New York Star says that, in view
of some recent fatalities, physicians
when vaccinating, children should in
struct the parents or nurses how best to
prevent irritation of the punctured limb,
and thus guard against a possible devel
opment of erysipelas.
Patrick Kearney, the Oregon pio
neer, who in 1862 threw into the sea a
bag of gold, the hard earnings of many
years, to rescue a little girl from drown
ing, is now at the Skagit mines, still
hard at work. He says that he does not
regret the loss of the gold.
Matthew Robinson, of Lafayette,
Ind., is 130 years of age. He says he
took the first boat through the Lock
port (N. Y.) locks; that he went to sea
at 30 years of age, and followed that vo
cation fifty years, and for forty-three
years ran on the Erie canal. He never
wore spectacles, never carried a cane,
and never was sick.
Paul Kunkel, who died a natural
death at York, Pa., a few days ago,
came dangerously near being hanged in
1854. A stranger begged a lodging at
his house, and departed in the morning,
leaving behind an umbrella and a pair
of slippers. These were identified as
belonging to a woman who had been
robbed and murdered. Kunkel was in
dicted as the murderer, and his guilt
was a foregone conclusion with most per
sons, nobody believing his story of the
lodger. But in the nick of time the
real criminal was discovered.
The Boston and New York boats have
long had a war of cutting fares. From
Boston to New York is sl, while from
Boston to Newport—not half way—the
fare is 81.60. Once upon a time Mr.
Ward McAllister, a Harvard law student,
had occasion to go to Newport. Now,
strange as it may appear, this particular
law student had not a superfluity of
lucre, although it is a well-known fact
that law students generally are very
flush. So Mr. McAllister bought a
ticket to ’New York, intending quietly
and unobtrusively to get off at Newport.
But here the mighty arm of the railroad
company was stretched out and the Mc-
Allister was not allowed to get off until
he had paid 60 cents extra. This was
why he sued. The court has just decided
that a man must pay for riding on the
cars, but that he is not obliged to pay
for getting off where he pleases. So the
economical McAllister not only got his
ride to Newport for sl, but he has been
awarded 875 and costs for doing so. The
costs amount to 8125.
Sunday-school scholar to the teacher
—*f Did you say that'the hairs of my
head were all numbered ?” Teacher—
“ Yes, my dear. ” Sunday-school scholar
—“Well, then (pulling out a hair and
presenting it), what’s the number ol
that one?”