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Vol. VIIL New Series.
When the Cows Come Home.
Voice, phis appeared poem, says in the the Illustrated Chicago Christian Fanner’s
Weekly, extensively, August, but 1875. inaccurately. It has been It is reprinted
duced here the sanction of author, repro¬
with the
Mrs- Agnes E. Mitchell, and the following is a
corrected and revised copy. The poem
was published some explanatory months remark ago in an Easte- tb
paper, with the that ^
thor was not known.!
With klingle, Mangle, klip
. Way down the dusky ■' ulbglo.
The cows are cop-'
Now sweet, and ole- -* m t home;
The airy tinklir .r, and faint and low,
like chimin -4**ome and go,
Or patte- -gsfrom some far-off tower,
That -»"blgs of an April shower
makes the daisies grow;
Ko-ltng, ko-lang,
Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolmglslingle
’Way down the darkening dingle
The cows come slowly home;
.
And old-time friends, and twilight play
And starry nights, and sunny days,
0^!^ trooping np the misty ways,
When the cows come home.
, With jingle, jangle, jingle,
Soft tones that sweetly mingle,
The cows are coming home;
Malvine, and Pearl, and Florimel,
De Kamp, Redrose, and Gretchen Schell,
-Queen Bess, and Sylph, and Spangled Sue—
.Across the fields I hear her loo-oo,
And clang her silver bell;
Go-ling, go-lang,
Go-ling, go-lang, golinglelingle,
With faint, fair sounds that ming
The cows come slowly home;
And mother-songs of long-gone years,
And baby joys, and childish tears,
-And youthful hopos, and youthful fears.
When the cows come home.
With ringle, rangle, rlngle,
By twos and threes and single,
The cows aro owning home;
.Through And violet air wo see the town,
the summer sun a slipping down:
The maple in the hazel glade,
Throws down the path a longer shade,
And the hills are growing brown;
: To-ring, to-rang,
i To-ring, to-rang, to-ringlelingle,
By threes and fours and single
Tho cows come slowly home;
The same sweet sound of wordless psalm
The same fegreet June-day rest and calm,
The same sweet scent of bud and balm,
When the cows come home.
With tinkle, tankle, tinkle,
Through fern and periwinkle,
‘a The oows are coming home;
ioi in ered stream,
md Ul,
nay lillies
In a drowsy dream;
To-link, to-lank,
To-link, to-lank, tolinklelingle,
O’er the banks with butter-cup3 a-twinMe
- The cows come slowly home;
And u ip through Memory’s deep ravine
Come the brook’s old song and its old-time
t sheen,
‘ And the crescent of the silver queen,
When the cows come home.
With klingle, klanglo, klingle,
With loo-oo, and moo-oo, and jingle,
The cows are coming home;
And over there on Merlin Hill
Hear the plaintive cry of the Whip-poor
will;
The dew-drop3 lie on the tangled vines,
And over the poplars Venus shines,
And over the silent mill;
I Ko-ling, ko-lang
! Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle,
With ting-a-ling and jingle
The oows come slowly home;
Let down the bars, let in the train
Of long-gone songs, and flowers, and rain.
For dear old times come back again
When the oows come home.
WEDDED IN A BLIZZARD
When father took up his claim iu
Douglass county, Dak., the county was
new and thinly settled. Father and my
three brothers took up a section and
built their four houses on adjoining
corners. So, as two brothers were mar¬
ried, we formed a little settlement by
ourselves. This was well, as our nearest
neighbor lived eleven miles away, j
was then a merry, romping lass of 15, all
the wilder for being ju3t from city life.
The first year a very destructive cy¬
clone visited that part of the country.
Lying as it does between the Missouri
and Jame3 rivers, it was feared such
visitations might be frequent, so father
and tho boys dug a cave midway be¬
tween the houses. Twice we sought
refuge there and heard the demon of
destruction at work among the fruits of
our industry. We escaped without in
i jury; but' father, who was returning
from the town, twenty miles away,
where we got our mail and supplies, wa3
1 badly bruised by the overturning of his
wagon. As soon as he recovered he and
j the boys dug a cave about midway on
, the route to the town. The location
: was marked by four tall, upright posts,
which could bo seen for a long distance.
Years passed with no occasion for its
use, but father was always dreading
such a time, and kept it in repair,
j Four happy years passed, and then a
i party of visitors from the east came,
j Among them was Frank. Heaiy. We
had been great friends in the past, and
became something more during that
long summer. the
We agreed to be married in
SPRING PLACE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 24, 1888.
spring, and he won 1 ' until
time; but early ir ' stay that
summons ho- ^ anuar ? . ha ™eived . . “
Bisted t> t0 Chica 5°> “ d in
g,. -ait I go along.
j preparations were made for our
marriage; We sent to Bunker for a
minister; but our messenger brought
word he could not get away. “Could
we not come him?” We must start
for Chicago at once, so decided to adopt
that plan. Upon the 15th, after a tear¬
ful good-bye to all but father, mother
and Joe, who would accompany us, we
started for Bunker.
There was a great quantity of snow on
the ground and only one sleigh, that of
our messenger the day before, had gone
over the road. As a consequence our
progress was slow and laborious. It
was a dull, cloudy day, but wo knew
nothing of blizzards then, so did not
hesitate to start . Wo had mentioned
1 o’clock as the time for the ceremony,
so made calculation on being at the par¬
sonage at that hour.
Before we were two miles on our way
the snow began to fall in great feathery
flakes.
I love a snow storm and was delight¬
ed to be out in one. Seeing father and
mother grave and troubled, I laughed
and jested, and indeed was in an unu¬
sually merry mood for one just leaving
home and friends to go among strangers
with only a husband’s lovo to depend
upon.
For some time the snow fell slowly
and heavily, then the wind rose and the
cold began to increase.
Joe suggested a return and hinted a
possible danger. Father hesitated bu*
Frank thought there was no moro dan¬
ger in an advance than a retreat, so on we
went. Heavons! what an experience
that was which followed.
The wind howled like a host of de¬
mons bent on destruction. Tho snow
became infinitesimally fino and, driven
by the blast, stung one’s flesh when ex¬
posed like needle points. Wo oould not
seo to the horses’ heads, and as the
one track was long since covered up, we
no longer know which way we were
going, and could only trust to tha
horses.
Mother became alarmed and cried
quietly behind her vail. AU my high
spirits vanished, and instead of the
happy future I had been anticipating I
now saw nothing but a cruel death lie
fore us, with the snow for shroud and
pall. o’clock Frank’s watcli
At 2 by we
were nearly frozen, and the weary‘’uorses
could scarcely move along.
Suddenly Joe put out his haa d and
clutched at some object close to -the
side of his sleigh.
“Hurrah!" his cheery voice rang out,
‘■whoa.”
The tired horses stopped instantly,
only too glad of tho chance. Joe sprang
out into tho yielding snow. In a mo¬
ment he shouted again:
“Hello 1 Here’s another sleigh.
Father I Frank I Pile out here with
your shovels 1”
They did as he ordered, and mother
and I roused to see what it all meant.
But we could see nothing, and only
faintly hear their voices above the rush¬
ing wind.
We soon found out, however, for
father and Frank soon returned and
lifted mother and me out of the sleigh,
and carried us—where? Into father’s
cyclone cave.
We stared about in stupid amazement,
for Joe had brought a lantern along, and
lie had lighted and hung it up. A mo¬
ment later wo were joined by the minis¬
ter from Bunker, who, finding it pos¬
sible to get away, had started.
The men blanketed the poor horses,
huddled them together close to the
mouth of the cave, turned the sleigh
box up beside them as a partial shelter,
then bringing my trunk, lunch basket
and the robes, joined us.
The temperature of the cave wa3 com¬
fortable compared with the outer air,
and we were truly thankful for the
change. Vigorous and continued ex¬
ertion soon restored our benumbed
limbs to their normal condition, and we
settled down to a quiet discussion of
the situation and tho probabilities in
our favor.
After a time the talk languished, and
Frank made in a whisper the queerest
proposition. I gave a decided negative,
but at last yielded to his entreaty, and
almost before the rest knew what was
going on wo stood before the minister
with clasped hands, and he was speak¬
ing the solemn word that bound us for
better or worse for life.
It was a strange bridal. In that low,
dark cave, lighted only by the smoky
lantern, the terrible blizzard howling
overhead, and death lurking near in the
fearful cold, which steadily increased,
mother cried eoftly, and father’s voice
trembled as he gave me his blessing.
Frank’s face was very white as he
clasped me in his arms and called me
wife. My own feelings were a mixture
of terror and happiness, such as I hope
never to experience again.
Wo remained in our safe but gloomy
refuge forty-eight hours. Then we were
dug out by my brothers and a party
from Bunker, who were in search of tho
minister and had found us by the
mounds caused by the snow drifting
over tho poor horses. Two were dead
and the other had to be killed, he was
so badly frozen.
Huddled together under the ground,
with fifteon feet of snow over us, wo
had not suffered badly; and the lunch
basket filled by mother for Frank and
me on our journey had sufficed to keep
us from actually sufforing from hunger.
Two Coyote Stories.
A farmer up in the Capay valley, Cal¬
ifornia has just made tho champion
slaughter of coyotes. These animals are
a great pest to the sheep owners, and,
though extremely hard to catch or kill,
make serious inroads upon tho flocks.
The sheep owners have offered a reward
of |29 per coyote scalp, and Frank
Hnmbleton the farmer in question, has
just pocketed in bounties $800, the re
suit of one ingenious bit of work. Ho
had a large straw stack on his farm
which had been standing for several
year,. He noticed not long ago that a
good many hole, had been made in it,
and that coyotes were quite numerous
arounditatnight. So one evening he
setfiro to it and hid near by to watch
developments. Tho straw was so
damp from recent rains that the fire did
not got to the inside of tho stack until
after dark and a good many of tho
beasts had smelled danger and escaped. is
But as it was he raked out of the
tho carcasses of 40 coyotes, old and
young that had been burned to death.
Another coyote story J is from a stock
man, who has on his cattle ill ranch , a pair .
of superb staghounds which he brought
from Scotland, from their native kennel
at the foot of Ben Nevis. They ar0 -
wonderfully docile and intelligent,
as the wind, possess a marvelous
amount of strength and endurance.
The wolf they considor a foe worthy of
thoir skill, and whenever they find one
enter a contest from which they soon
come off victorious. But they seem to
considor the coyoto an animal so des¬
picable as to bo worth only tho most
contemptuous notice. For one to ap¬
pear within their sight is to bring swift
punishment upon itself. But the noble
hounds feel so much contempt for the
animal that they will not take its des¬
picable life. They always bite off its
tail close to tho rump or pull it out by
the roots, and having thus set the mark
of their disdain upon Mr. Coyote, they
let him go while ‘they carry home the
tail as their trophy of tho chase. To
such an extent have they carriod on this
contemptuous warfaro against tho
coyote race that their owner’s ranch is
strewn with caudal appendages, and
bobtail coyotos are the rule—[New York
Sun.
600 Tons of Pills a Year
“There are eleven and one-half tons
of postage stamps sold at tha New York
postoffice every year,” remarked a
manufacturing chemist to a New York
Mail and Express reporter. “Now
guoss how many tons of pills are made
in this country every year.”
“What have postage stamps to do
with pills?”
“Nothing whatever, save that each is
useful in its way. I only cited the post
office vend to give you an idea of the
groat weight of small things when con¬
sidered in bulk. Give it up? Well, as
nearly as can bo figured, they will
amount to over 52 tons a year. A ton a
week is a fair estimate. In England
alone there are 2,000,000,000 consumed
every year. That reduced to tons would
make about 40. How many are used
in other countries it would be hard to
say, but the total estimate would not
come far from 450 tons. Bay 500 tons
are used a year by the entire world.
The habit of pill-taking is ancient. It
is the most convenient form for carry¬
ing and taking, and is the most popular.
Formerly they wero made by hand.
Now they are produced by machinery.
There are a few manufacturers who
make 1,000,000 pills a week. Big
business, isn’t it?”
A Great Shot.
First Nimrod—“Who are going on
the hunting party?”
Second Nimrod—“Well, Sam Peter¬
son is going along.”
“Who is Sam Peterson?”
“What, you don’t know Sam Peter¬
son 1 Why, ho is a celebrated shot;
Every time he goes out hunting he pep
pers some of his friends.”—[Siftings.
ANIMAL WONDERS.
A Pacific Coast Naturalist’s Ob¬
servations.
A Plant That Supports Itself
by Preying Upon Insects.
“I seo things done by insects and ani¬
mals every day that astonish mo,” said
G. W. Dunn,a San Francisco naturalist
to an Examiner reporter.
“The schemes they put up to deceive
and entrap one another show them to
be the most skilled diplomats we have.
Beyond question I believe the lower
amnia's think. You must go to the so
cailed lower animals to learn philoso
phy.”
“Why, riding along in a stage coach,
the man who knows anything about this
other world, if he hasn’t a soul to talk
to, secs in every leaf and rock and in¬
sect enough to tnako tho journey as in -
teresting as a romance, Literally ser
mons in stones, books in tho running
brooks. A trip to Sonoma now, to some
men, would be another Vanity Fair,
while to many others, I grievo to relate,
there would bo nothing in it, except
the pretty scenery and productive
soil.”
There » a most wonderful brown
; ho ° S^en ld “ turalttt bird in wh Mexmo,” ° had struck continued “»
>’
faTOrlte thome * ttd °“‘y “<* dad a listen-
7,v“-°* aU saw 1 T ^ t *°oi bent,
'
“ * h ° "^regions and watched them
° U ?' 13 11 13 a most P er ‘
,a0t f . ? devalo P ed s P ec,metl , ° f «» ^
“ a ^, and he has a way of ruling up
° a 013 ° n 1( ? °P 0 13 ea t0
, . hl3 . lo k hk bBautiM .
C ° ° a
?° £ We \ fr Along , comes dal ^™J^er, a bee to sip ^ the
F ° m by the bud This
up
wd makes a flower so perfect r that it
^ .. elect.
e e,vo 0 J cry
^ . , F , ^ tho birds
capture again,
Am0na rattleBnake
11 "1“ :
m< ™ Rnd da PP led ia Mulsh-brown
and yellow. He has an eye so singular¬
ly bright and glittering that it Jooks
like fire. Once a bird catches a glance
of that oyo it i, powerless to got away.
Ho flies backward and forward see-saw
style before the rattler, each time get¬
ting a little lower, until finally he is
swdped in and gulped down.
“Down in Nicaragua, whore I was a
year or two ago, I found a hitherto un¬
known kind of ant, about three-fourth,
of on inch to an inch in size, called tha
leaf ant, that is one of the oddest things
in nature. In Cmsar’s history of the
war with the Gauls, you remember that
it was recounted as a trick of tho sol¬
diery whose ranks were light, when they
were advancing at a distanco for an en¬
gagement, for oach man to grab a
bough, and thus make but a few men
look like a vast army. Well, these ants
when at work always carry a leaf, so
that a squad of them looks like a little
army with banners and they file up
one side of a path about a foot wide and
may be scoros of feot long, whilo the
ants that have thrown their loads at
tho storehouse take the other side and
have no banners at all. Everything
movos along just liko clock-work.
There are tho commanding officers,
lieutenants, and everything just like
skilled soldiery. I’m blest if I dont
think somo of our West Pointers who
have been hunting Apachss might got
a few pointers from them.
“In Sinaloa there aro gigantic wasp,
that aro a blessing in their way. They
have a way of imparting a deathly sting
to the poisonous tarantula that mummi¬
fies or preserves it at tho same time.
When they are stung and deadened
the wasps drag them off to their holes
in tho sand-hills and insert their eggs in
them, and when the young wasps are
born they feed on the tarantula. Strange
to say, whilo the poison of tho wasp
kills the tarantula, it blends with the
poison of the tarantula, producing just
the food most nutritious and necessary
for the young wasps. A centipede is
afraid of a tarantula, and when he lies
down to sleep he always takes tho pre¬
caution to build a cactus fence about
him. A tarantula will novir crawl over
cactus, and thus securely hedged in in
its own corral, he knows he may sleep
as long as he Wants to, and his enemy
can’t get at him. It is laughable out on
the Mohave desert to watch tho security
of these contipedes as they lay and
sleep, while their arch enemies, the
tarantulas, are looking over the garden
wall, so to speak, trying to get at them.
“Now, again, let me tell you of
whole lot of animal life that gets left
tka tr ick of a plant. Up in Shasta
county there is a peculiar wild product
known as the pitcher plant. It has a
pitcher from five to six inches long, and
from an inch to an inch and a half
through. There is a lid to it, and it is
shaped just like a little pitcher. In¬
sects and bug9 of various sorts get in to
get a taste of the sweet smelling petals
inside, and—whop the lid goes down on
them. More than this, there are little
heir barbs sticking downward in that
pitcher, so that if the lid wasn’t shut
the bug couldn’t get out anyhow. The
li-? comes down merely as a reminder
that ho is in goo J and solid, and goes up
again to wait for more. Often I have
seen the9o pitchers two-thirds full of
bugs. Well, what does the plant want
with these things? Just this: To uso
them in its growth. It sucks all the
nutriment out of their bodies, and ab
sorbs them in its growth.”
The Wauderer’s Return.
The Vossischo Zcitung says: When
Captain Van de Velde left the Congo, a
few years ago, to return to Belgium, he
took with him the son of “King” Mam
buko to be educated in Europe. This
son, named Sakala, was carefully
brought up in the family of Captain Van
do Velde, attended tho public school,
was instructed in many handicrafts, and
proved himself to be capable, soon
speaking French and English fluently.
When Captain Van de Velde was sent
last October to command the military
expedition to Stanley Falls, he took
Sakala with him as interpreter. Private
letters describe tho meetings of the
youth with hi, family. When tho re¬
port reached tho village that tho white
men had arrived with Sakala all the
inhabitants assembled. Captain Vande
Volde first appeared alone and seated
bimself before Mambuko’s houso, the
negroos making a circle. All at once
there arose a loud cry. Negroes laden
with chests appeared and Sakala behind
them, with a gun on his shoulder. His
mother rushed toward him, followed .by
all tho women. They cried: “Oh!
ohl ohl” and boat their open mouths.
The mother embraced her son, danced
for joy, and led him to his father, who
.keeping) cried * Mbote" (it is good),
and shook hands with Captain Van do
Velde. Sakala took his father’s hand
and sat down beside him. Then tho
negroes shoutod aloud and fired their
guns. Aftor that Sakala shook hands
with his relations, about sixty in num¬
ber, and related his adventures. The
inhabitants of tho village admired the
most his boots and shirt collar.
Some Biblical Data.
Verses in the Old Testament, 23,241.
Versos in tho Now Testament, 7,959.
The books of the Old Testament, 39.
Tho books of tho New Testament, 27.
Words in the Old Testament, 592,-
430.
Letters in tho New Testament, 838,-
820.
Words in the Now Testament, 181,-
258.
Chapters in the Old Testament, 929.
Letters in the Old Testament, 2,728,-
100 .
Chapters in the New Testamo’nt, 260.
The word “Jehovah” occurs 6,865
times.
The middle book of tho Old Testa
ment is Proverbs.
The middle chapter of the Old Testa¬
ment is Job xxix.
The middlo verse of tho New Testa¬
ment is Acts xxiL, 17.
Tho shortest verso in tho New Testa¬
ment is John, xi., 35.
The longest verse in the Old Testa¬
ment is Esther, viii., 9.
The middle book of tho New Testa¬
ment is Second Thessaionians.
Tho middle chapter and shortest in
the Bible is Psalm cxvii.---[Chamber’s
Journal.
Foundation of a Fortune.
B. K. Jamison, one of the wealthy
men of Philadelphia, was a few years
ago a poor messenger boy in a Quakor
City banking firm. One day he wont to
the head of the firm and said ho wanted
his salary raised. “I told him,” says
Mr. Jamison, "that t intended to be
the head of the firm some day myself.”
Tho bank president thereupon told the
messenger boy to show his ability in
some way before he indulged extrava- ’
gant ambitions. Jamison left the office,
sought out Colonel “Tom" Scott, said
he was a poor boy and wanted some
brokerage business. “All right, my
boy, I’ll send you an order," said
Scott. The next day Messenger Jami¬
son received an order for 5000 shares of
a certain stock. Jamison took the or¬
der to the head of the firm and said:
“Here’s an order from a friend of
mine.” From that day Jamison’s for¬
tune was assured. He became the head
of the firm in time as he Bad prophe¬
sied.—[Chicago Journal.
■
NO. 16.
“ Laugh.”
Laugh 1 aye laugh, my darling!
’Twill ease the gnawing pain;
Twill fall on the heart’s wild burning
As falls the oooling rain.
Laugh! aye laugh, my darling I
The world will love you more
For the after-rainbow of laughter
Than the rain of tears before.
Laugh! ’twill light the darkness
That falls liko a chilling shroud.
Smile! and woo the sunshine
That’s hidden behind the cloud.
Laugh! and the dark of sorrow
Will brighten with a star.
Smile! and hope will follow
Though shining from afar
Smile I for the pleasure of others;
This is the braver port.
The smiles that comfort others
Will comfort thine own heart
Laugh! aye laugh, my darling!
Tomorrow will fairer be
For the bravery of the present;
And the laughter of today.
-{Inter-Ocean.
HUMOROUS.
A last resort—Tho shoemaker's shop.
The longest reign in history—Tht
deluge.
A sailor generally feels tired after a
day’s port.
Sticks at nothing—Tha theatrical
swordsman.
Tho woman question: “What are yov
going to trim it with?’’
“Another Cuban outrage,” said OoL
Sozzle, after vain efforts to make a SO
cent cigar draw.
An apartment houso which does not
yield any profit must be classed among
the “flat failures.”
Dogs aro excluded from good society
in warm weather becauso they insist in
wearing such loud pants.
“You’re a man after my own heart,"
as tha blushing maiden confessed when
her lover proposad marriage.
Never ask a crust of a crusty man.
Ask him for meat, for he’ll give you »
cold shoulder with pleasure.
A lady advertises- that.-she~has “*
fino, airy, woll-furnished bedroom for s
gentleman twelve foot square;”
Mamma—“Edith, can you tell me
what faith is?” Edith (aged six years)
— “Oh, yos; it is bolioving what you
know isn’t true!”
‘■We’ve won your suit,” the lawyer said,
And gleefully rubbed his pate.
“And what are your charges, slrl" they
said.
“O, merely the saved estate.”
Wife—John, you have a very annoy¬
ing habit of saying “What’s that?'’
whenever you aro spoken to. Can’t
you break yourself of it? Husband
(reading)—Er---what's that?—
Hanks—“Don’t care if Ido take a
drink, thank you, for I am awfully
thirsty. Why, I have a perfect Sahara
insido me.” Banks (giving large order
to waiter)—“All right, old man, you
shall be treated according to your des¬
ert.”
No change necessary. —An exquisite,
leading a dog by a string, lounged up
to a ticket office of a railway station,
and inquired: “must I--aw-tako a speo
ial ticket for a puppy?” “No; you can
travel as an ordinary passenger,” was
the reply.
There is a story told of an Irishman
who, when ho saw a pair of snuffers for
the first time, examined them with
much interest. Then he took off a load¬
ed wick with his fingers, dropped it into
tho snuffer box and exclaimed “Be
jabers, it’s a mighty convenient invin
tion, so it is.”
“Just think, darling, a week ago we
were utter strangers, and now we are
engaged 1” “Ah, yes, Mr. De Hobson,
dear, it was a case of love at first sight.’
“Mr. De Hobson? Why don’t you call
mo by my first name, darling?” “Be¬
cause, precious," tho girl replied, shyly
“I don’t know what it is.”
She was a pretty salesgirl
He asked for a kiss
For he was the accepted
Of the fair and blushing mist
She gave him one, and as she drew
Her rosy lips away,
“Is there” she asked in trembling tones,
"Anything else today!”
The Largest Silver Nugget
The biggest silver nugget in the
world was recently on exhibition in
New York. It weighs 006 1-2 ounces,
and was found at tho Greenwood group
. of mines in the State of Michoacan,
Mexico. Fifty-nine others, weighing
from one to thirty-flvo pounds each,
were found there at the same time. The
big nugget was found on the surface,
and in its original condition weighed
twelve pounds more. It is almost pure
silver. Mr. Watson of the United States
Assayer’s Office, says it is the finest
specimen he ever saw.
