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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (July 12, 1888)
NORTE m-t- >fc . GEO - -r- 'f V 1 f Sr J*. V £ j n Vol. VIII. New Series. An Angler's Song, The daylight approaches; oh, come with me, cornel In wet woods the partridge is beating his drum, White wrcathings of vapor ascending from where Tho lake like a mirror lies placid and fair. Away with all sorrow, i * A trueo with all care, Rise up and follow the sun, and we'fl feel The thrill of tho rod and the pulse of tho reel! The scent of the clover is deep on the breeze, The sunlight is red in the tops of the trees, The young day awakens, a blush of surprise On her face and the tears of dew in her eyes. Como out on tho mountain-side, over the crest, To tho lake where a boat, like a steed in un¬ rest, Ides rocking and chafing as though it could fool Tlie life of tho morning from bow unto keel. The sun is raising; oh, come, come away! !\ here the cedars aro heavy and waters aro gray! Tho screams of a fish-hawk sound faintly from whero Tho lilies are raising gold caps to the air. Away with all sorrow, A truce with all care; With hand-net and basket, oh, follow and feet Tho thrill of the rod and tho pulse of tho reel —[W ilflwood’s Magazino. MOWED IN. “Capital, Al. Now for your story, Fred.” Four members of tho Bicycle Tour¬ ists’ Club wore relating their adven¬ tures of tho past season, and the one last addressed, a tall, handsome athlete, laughed slightly as ho knocked tho ashes from his cigar before replying. “A droller adventure than mine, boys, never happened. There’s the pa¬ thetic, tho ludicrous, tho tragic, the sentimental, all combined in this story of mine, and it’s true, every word of it. It happened, let mo see, just six weeks ago today. “I went with Clark and Anderson, you know, up to Bethlehem; from there to tho Whites Mountains; thou to Lancaster. “Now just before starting mother said to mo, coaxingly: “ ‘If you go as far as Lancaster, don’t forget that Janet Harding, tho only cousin I have in tho world, lives in the next town.’ ‘“All right,’ I replied. ‘Janet Hard¬ ing lives in the next town to Lancaster. I’ll remember.’ “Janet Harding unmarried would have been bad enough, but with a hus¬ band, two giddy girls, and an over¬ grown boy of 17, could I stand it? Mother thought I could, and mother rules our house. “When we started on our bicycle trip to Dixvillo Notch I planned to see the Hardings; bowl leisurely upto tho door, introduce myself to Mrs. II., joke with tlio girls, and then proceed; but man proposes, etc. “As luck would have it my bicyclo broke down and I had to leavo it at the Falls, a littlo village five miles from Lancaster, for repairs. Clark and An¬ derson went on without mo to North Stratford, where I was to meet them by train, and I proceeded on foot to the Harding farm, some two miles from tha Falls. “The farm, a smooth interval dotted with fields of ripening grain, and the largo verandahed house, and great roomy barns clustering about it, but not too near, all bespoke plenty, com¬ fort and hospitality. “Hospitality, did I say? Well, 1 shan’t take it back, although I found tlie door locked and not a living thing in sight except an old white hen. Mark the exception for that hen plays an important part in my adventure. “I noticed her, and in particular marked tho proud, complacent step,the conceited ‘car-car’ she uttered, as sho looked at me knowingly from the cor¬ ner of her eye. Littlo did I think—but no matter. l r ou will see by and by the golden thread that binds all tho points together. “Well, hero wo were, tho white hen and I, but Janet Harding was not, nor the girls, nor tho hoy, nor Mr. Harding. “I decided to go to tho barn and lie down on tha hay, tho new-mown hay, and await their coming. “For me to think, is to act. A few minutes later I had climbed to the mow and ensconced myself under a brace in tho corner whero tho afternoon sun glinted through a long crack, making slanting dust-beams across my breast. “I made a few verses as I lay on tho fragrant hay, but I didn’t poetize long. I fell asleep and I dreamed, and my dreams grew thicker and blacker and heavier, until at last I dreamed that Janet Harding and her whole family SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY. JULY ! >, 1888. were seated on my stomach, and oh, the pressuro I I groaned and waked my. self up, but I wasn’t much better off then, for Egyptian darkness reigned about me, except for the crack where the light still sifted through. “Whore was I? What was the matter? I couldn’t think, tho horrible pressuro was so maddening. All about, around, above, was packed piles of oats, not shelled oats, you know, but oats before they are threshed, on the stock, or whatever you call it. While I was asleep I had been mowed in, and that’s all there was to it, except that I couldn’t move hand nor foot. Two or three loads must have been thrown on top of me, trod down, and clinched, so to speak. “Well, I tumbled around a bit and got my hands tree and poked the grain away from my face a little. I was in a corner, as I told you, under a brace, and this gave me a chance for my life—that and the crack which gave me a breath of air in the hot, stifling place. I was just as effectually emorsed as wore the monks in olden times when they were walled up in their living tombs, for no amount of strength served to lift the burden a particle. “By and by something fluttered at my feet and rose up and cackled. “It was tho white hen. “I knew her and she knew mo, but bless you, she didn’t want anything of me nor my company. I could see that. But she couldn’t get out? Oh! but couldn’t she? She cocked her head im pudently to one side, stepped daintily to a tiny aperture about half as big as her head, and I saw at a glance that she meant business. Tho less sense tlio more instinct; I saw that the creature would get out somewhere. “Why not use her for a carrier pigeon and thus establish communication with the outside world? I couldn’t daro to dio hero and bo pitched out to tho cat¬ tle by forkfuls, or put through a threshing machine, although I might deserve such treatment, and I couldn't get out myself. “I tore a leaf from my noto hook and wrote something like this: Come to my rescue. I am buried fathoms deep in oats, northwest corner of the barn just opposite the house. My bluo necktie is thrust through tho crack. Perhaps you can see it- I am mowed in. Your relative, Fred Ingersolr. “I tied the note to the hen securely with a portion of the necktie, the rest fluttered from tho barn, and Biddy stepped forth, ‘one foot up, tho other foot down,’ carefully, conscientiously, as a lion does, and by and by a faint rustling spoko hopefully of her progress to my waiting heart. Meanwhile I was a prey to anxious thoughts. “Suppose sho should never reach tho light, but perish in her perilous jour¬ ney, become hemmed in and unable to go any further; suppose she should lose tho lettor in her passage—but a triumphant cackle assured mo that tho white hen had reached tho barn floor, and blessed sight! a littlo later I saw her through the crack walking proudly away from tho door with tho letter plainly in view. “Just theu two young ladies drove into the yard. Pretty? Well, I guess so. Y'ou don’t often see handsomer girls than Janet Harding’s. Ono was dressed in seal brown, the other in navy blue. “‘Do look at that honl’ cried Seal Brown. ‘I do believe it’s a billet-doux from your 'William. If it is, now, I’ll clap my hands hard, just so, and I'll say, ‘Billy; do send mo one, too.’ “‘One, two; and will it take two to satisfy you?’ said Navy Blue, laughing at her sistcr’3 saucy face. I laughed, too, and fell in love with her then and there. “They lured tho hen toward them with a handful of corn. Seal Brown swooped down and loosened tho letter and read it. ‘ ‘I saw all this through a crack in tho barn and heard them make merry over tho distress of their city cousin. “Well, to make a long story short, the girls dug mo out, for the men were in tho meadow after more oats. It seems that they were in a great hurry to get at the oats, and tho hired man mowed away. Probably tho first fork¬ ful covered me and that was doubtless put on without looking. Nobody know just how it came about. "When I came to view I did tho best and the only thing I could do—I laughed and the girls laughed. It was a ludicrous introduc¬ tion to the family but it served its turn. I found tho girls no less charming than pretty; Harry, a fine lad homo from college; Mrs. Harding, a lady in every sense of the word, and Mr. Harding, shrewd, corpulent and good-natured, and that is all.” “Alll” they echoed. “There ought to be a weddiug.” “There is to be a wedding,” said tho other, coolly. “Which, Navy Bluo or Seal Brown?’’ “Navy Blue.” “When are you to bo married?” “Never, perhaps.” “Why, I thought you said there was to be a weddiug!” “So I did. Navy Blue is to marry her William.” “And you arc in a Brown study still,” said one slyly. Fred actually blushed. “Yes, tho most puzzling study of my life, and (ho most interesting,” and ho walked away. “Hard hit, isn't he?’’ The rest nodded.—[Hartford Timc3. Personification of tlio Rainbow. The rainbow is one of tho atmos¬ pheric phenomena that havo been most generally personified. Peoples of al¬ most every part of tho world have mado ofit a living and terrible monster -whose most venial offeriso is that of drinking up tho waters of springs and ponds. This belief is found among the Burmese, Zulus, Indians of Washington Territory, ancient Mexicans, and Finns, and exists among the popular fancies of the Slavs and Germans, and sorao of tho French populations. Tho Zulus and Karons of Burmah imagine that tho rainbow spreads sickness and death. Tho Karens, when they see ono, say to tlicir children: “Tho rainbow has come down to drink; do not play, for feai that harm may como to you l” Very singularly, too, tho street boys in Yolhynia run away, crying, “Run, it will drink you up!” la Dahomey, tho rainbow is regarded as a heavenly serpent, Daub, which insures happiness. The modern Greeks hold it to be a beneficent hut just and severe hero; tliuv say that any one who jumps over a rainbow will change sex at once; but this saying which is also current in Alsace, is only a picturesquo way of in¬ dicating tho impossibility of transform¬ ing a man into a woman, or a woman into a man. Tlio Delians offered cakes to tho rainbow, and tho Peruvians put its image oti tho walls of their temples. The Caribs considered its appearance on the sea a favorable presage; but on tho earth its influence was pernicious, and they hid from it3 view. It was personi¬ fied by a viper.—[Popular Science Monthly. ■ A Wind Scourge. Tho mistral is the northwest wind which is tho scourge of tho South of Franco in Winter and Spring, Tho mountain ranges of the Cuvennos bo ing covered with snow and tlio shores of tho Mediterranean being many de¬ grees warmer, the icy-cold air rolls down tho slopes of the mountains with terrific violonco, and, invading Provenco and Languedoc, destroys tho vineyards, uproots trees, throws down buildings, and is so intensly dry that it withers every green thing. According to Stra¬ bo tho mclamboreas precipitated men from their cliarriots and stripped them of their arms and vestments. Locally tho saying is that the three plagues of tho country aro the Parliament, the mistral, and tho Durance. Like our own cast wind it docs some good as well as a great deal of mischief, as it renders tho air more salubrious by dis¬ pelling tho noxious vapor3 from stag¬ nant watery and marshes. In anciotit times it was personified as the most dreaded of tho gods of the district. Tho conditions of atmospheric pressuro favoring tho mistral are a high ba¬ rometer over Europe and a [low ba¬ rometer over tho Gulf of Lyons. Tho biseis a similar and excessively cold northerly wind in tho Swiss and French Alps.—[Longman’s Magazine. A Remarkable Tree. A Nevada paper describes a remark¬ able kind of tree which is'said to grow in that part of the country, and which certainly possesses qualities of groat val¬ ue according to the description, Tho trees do not grow largo, a treo with a trunk about a foot in diameter being much abovo the average. When dry, the wood is about as hard as boxwood, and being of very flue grain, might, nc doubt, be used for tho same purpose. It is of a rich red color and very heavy. When well seasoned it would be a fine material for tho wood carver. In the early days it was used for making boxes for shafting, and in a few instances, for shoes and dies in quartz batteries. Used as a fuel it creates intense heat. It burns with a blaze as long a3 ordi¬ nary wood would last, and then it is found—almot unchanged inform—con¬ verted into charcoal that lasts twice as long as ordinary wood. For fuel a cord of it of brings about the same burns price j as a ton coal. Unfortunately it out stoves faster than auy kind of coal, [ RELICS OF MEXICO. Vestiges of Civilization Left By A Pre-historic Race. The Lost Arts and Sciences of An Ancient People. In many parts along tliis coast and in Mexico, say s the Bakersfield (Cal.) Echo, can still bo seen relics and remarkable evidence of soma of tho most skillful arts practiced by the so-called “igno¬ rant savages” that once inhabited this land, which by forcibly dispossessing them we now inhabit, unless, perhaps, some more civilized race posossed this country prior to its discovery by Christopher Columbus, whoso tribe has long since been exterminated and whose record is lost. One of tho most won¬ derful of tlieso relies is the indication of a solid pavement road in Arizona, made of granite blocks or slabs about ton feet long, hewa square, conveyed and placed side by side by soma means unknown to tho spectator. This pave¬ ment, or road, was undoubtedly built thousands of years ago, as thoso blocks and indications can bo traced for miles along the mountain sides, through which deep canons have sinco washed their way. Some of these slabs are said jo weigh nearly two tons and, tliero being no granite ledges nearer than several miles from where they aro now situatod, indicates that they inns have some powerful mo lo of convey ance, as well as powerful machinery, to shape and locate them. To these ancient people also was known a process of tempering brass so it could bo converted into tools, equal to tho best of steel. Numerous speci¬ mens of this tempered brass have been found whero tho City of Mexico now stands, as well as on tlicPacific slope, and while tho chemist has no difficulty in removing tho temper, yet ho cannot re¬ turn it. For tho rcdiscovory of this tempering process scientists and chem¬ ists have labored and tho United States government has offered a premium in '•ffilui No? can they over, by having temporod metal before them gain the least light on tho subject. Bunging the discourse a littlo nearer homo, on the edge of tho Carissa plains, but a short distauco from tho stock ranch of C. R. Brumley, can bo soon what is known as the “Painted Rock.” This rock is in a horseshoe shape, about eighty feet high and 1000 feet in cir¬ cumference. Tho inside being hol¬ lowed out gives it tlio appearance of a natural fort, which has frequently been used by stockmen as a sheep corral, and is capable of holding comfortably JOOO head of sheep. The inside walls on tho south aro very abrupt and over hanging, ami aro covered with many ancient paintings, roughly resembling sketches of men, dogs, snakes, lizards, tortoises, and various characters, tho significance of which was perhaps even unknown to the painter. Some are inclined to think that each character is a record of some historical event, aad that, if we but un¬ derstood them, they would bo very in¬ teresting to us. The paints used are of three distinct colors, red, whito and blue. And, although wo know nothing of their mode of manufacture, or the materials used, wo can say this much: that they have a power of durability and of retaining their color unsurpassed by modern productions. In tho western part of this country, at tho outlet of tho Antelope valley on the Tulare plains, is what i3 called the “Point of Rocks.” On top of the most prominent of these rocks is a large, beautiful water tank about seven feet deep and twenty feet long by twelve feet wide. Its capacity is between four and five thousand gallons of water, and, although evidently it has boon formed by nature, still, judging by its location, being such as to catch all the rain¬ water that falls on tho surface, ono can be led to believe it was human art and design. The height of tho rock is about ono hundred feet and its walls are quite steep, but by the aid of steps chiseled into it, it is no difficult task to ascend and return with a pail of water. From on top of tho rock one has a mag¬ nificent view of tho surrounding coun try for miles and miles. There beiug no other water for a long distance makes it a very convenient resort for stockmen and travelers. On adjoining rocks can bo found a great many smaller ‘anks; also two small ancient paintings. Out of Practice. Woman (who has given something to cat to a tramp): Y r ou have a very awkward way of eating, m an. Yes, ma’am; I gtioss it’s cause I’m out 0 f practice._[Life. True Heroism. Superintendent Keating rel.ifos the following exhibition of unexampled coolness on the part of James Cavan¬ augh, who was seriously injured by the premature explosion ot a blast in the Halo & Norcross mine: At the time of the accident a round of three holes had i augli, been charged when and the of them fuses lit prematurely by Cavan- j one exploded. Miners rushed to the resell; of Cavanaugh, who was lying on th floor of tho drift, covered with blood and blackened with powder-smoko. II, shouted to tho men, “Don’t come in i here, only one of tho holes lias been tired.” For some reason the lighted candle-snuffs under the other two charged holes did not ignite the fuses leading to tho powder, and it is sup¬ posed that Cavanaugh’s body in falling brushed the lighted candle-snuffs away j without his being aware of it. Although momentarily expecting to hear the deaf¬ ening roar of the explosion of tho twe remaining blasts, the tiring of which would in all probability have proved his death knell and left him a frightfully mangled corpse, ho still thought of tho safety of his fellow-miners and had tho presence of mind to warn them of their danger. Such an exhibition of self sacrificing heroism in tho gloomy, silent underground workings of a mine— with tho momentary anticipation of a painful, torturing death staring tho bravo minor in the face—eclipses that of tho deeds of the most valiant warrior who ever fell on a battlefield.— [Vir¬ ginia (Nev.) Chroniolo. An Electric Bog-Cart. Mr. Magnus Yolk, tho electrician o! the Brighton (England) Electric rail- j way, has applied electricity to propel a j j dog-cart. Tlio current is provided by I sixteen “E. P, S.” (Electrical Power Storage Company’s) accumulators capa¬ ble of keeping up a supply for sis hours. Tho accumulators aro stowed under tlie seats of the body of tho cart, Tho current works an Immisch electric motor of one-li ilf horse-power which is supported by hangers under the body ol the cart, and drives a countershaft in front by a steel link chain. Tho “right hand wheel of tho cart ha3 a number of blocks on tho inner sido of its rim, and a second steel chain, passing round those blocks from the countorshalts, turns the wheel and propels tho cart. Tho cart travels nino miles an hour on asphalto; and with a load of two persons a grade of one in thirty can bo surmounted. — | Caswell’s Magazine. Building an Indian Tepee. An Indian to poo, or,wig warn, is mado by bunching a dozen or so long poles together at one end, and spreading out tho other ends and sticking thorn in tho ground. Canvas or skins aro stretched over tho frame work; that is tho red man’s home, with ono merit, if no other —portability. The Arapahoe or Coman¬ che has only to shut his house together like an umbrella, tio ono end of the hunch of polo3 to his pony’s neck, and ho is roady to travol. A whole village may sometimes bo seen in course of lo¬ comotion, one hundred horses dragging as many tepees. When a suitable loca¬ tion is found, the rapidity with which tho Indian village springs up would put to blush even tho mushroom towns of real estate speculators. In a couple of hours the tepoos aro erected, tho fires built, and tho business of life begun as if tho town wore as old as Rome.—[Cos¬ mopolitan. Irish Mutton. Tho sweetest, tunderest and mo?t palatablo mutton in tho world is that raised in Ireland. The sheep grow larger than ours, they feed on better pasturos, and their meat is wholly free from that strong, “sheepy” taste which makes ours so disagreeable to many palates. No American who lias eaten tho mutton served in tho Irish hotels will take any other kind of meat while ho stays there. Tho English mutton, though better than ours, is far inferior to tho Irish. American mutton is sold in the English, Irish and Scotch markets, but it brings from three to four ponce less a jiound than tho native products, and no one who can afford the latter will take the former.—[Boston Globe. Perfect Appreciation. Gellert was the author of some fables which were very popular in their day; lie is a man of whom the following de ightful story is recorded. A Saxon farmer drove up to his door with a cart of firewood ono day, and inquired whether the author of tlio fables lived there. On being answered in tho af¬ firmative, ho unloaded his cart, saying that ho intended it a3 a present, the best he could give, for tho man who had given him so much pleasure.—[Na¬ tional Review. N< >. •2:{. Foots who Only Bead and Listened When evening's shadowy fingers fold The flowers of every hue, ftomo shy, h ill o|tono i bud will hold Its drop of morning dew. * Sweater with every sunlit hour The trembling sphere lias gr wn, Till at the fragrance ef the flower Iloeemes at las! its own. IVe that have sung jierohaneo may find Our little meed of praise, And rou id our i al id tea,’ides bind Tile wreath of fading buys. All, poet, who lias never sport Thy breath in idle strains, ]’or thee the dewdrop morning Ien mill m thy heart remains. t'nunsted, in its perfmno l cel It waits the evening gale: Then to the azure whew o it, ftv Its lingering sweets exhale. —[Oliver Wendell Holmes. HUMOROUS. Rank examiners—Burglars. Of all shoes a felt shoe is least felt. Musicians find their work in playing. A liquor Trust —-putting it on tho slate. A sea captain is usually tho mainstay of his family. A mule is not necessarily an artist because lie can draw. Let us honor and respect tho busy boo. Once full, ho makes straight for home. The livery horse is not so much of a charger as the chap who keeps tlio stablo. AH men aro born free and equal, ac¬ cording to law; but all of them do not stay that way. You son a good deal of advice in tho papers now about raising small fruit but none about raising small potatoes. Now floaUi can bo sought through various channels, But tlie quickest; and cheapest’s to leave oil your flannels. A wedding ceremony shouldn’t pass 0 g too smoothly. For instance, there should be a hitch of some kind. Tho midnight sevonador’s come His ballad wild to tame, And though old 1 around Mm b-rt lie’ll guitar ju 1 tie same. Old gentleman (toe mvicD “’.That the most objectionable b e • > on find in prison life, my dear friend?” Con¬ vict—“Wisitors.” Would you havo tho world loss selfish, Don’t philosophize and dream; Skim what milk of human kindness You shall find—then churn the cream. It is rumored that when M. DeLos- 30 ps finishes the Panama Canal tho first vessel to cross tho Isthmus will be pro¬ pelled by the Keoly motor. A Brooklyn man proposes to import monkeys and train them to becomo bootblacks. Would the public put up with such monkey shines? “Papa, what is a header?” “A bender, why, it’s what men get on sometimos,” “Does it bend ’em when they get on it?” “Yes, it bonds them, and if they stay on too long they will get all broke up.” Strangor (to Indiana farmer) — “It’s a groat pity that tho crops in this section have been so badly damaged by rain.” Indiana farmer (taking a sun-bath) — “Wall, ya’as, mistor, but it saves a sight o’ work harvestin’.” “Dear mo,” said tho little Boston boy, alter intellectual suasion had failed, and they had spanked him for tho first time; “if I had had tlio slight¬ est suspicion that tha resultant sensa¬ tion was so poignant, I should nover have invited the experiment.” This is tho order which a littia girl brought into a Lewiston druggist’s storo llio other day. It was written on a dirty picco of noto paper, as follows: “Mister Druggist: Please send ipecac enough to throw up a four-ycar-old girl.” Wifo (who has tho foreign-languago “spas*i”)— “John,do you know I’m get¬ ting on splendidly with my French? I nm really beginning to think in tho language.” Husband (interested in his paper)—“Is that so? Let me hoar you think a littlo while in French.” “You can tell whether a man is lazy or industrious by tho way he asks for work,” observed a business man who just dismissed an applicant with regret that ho had no oponing for him. “In deed. I should like to know how.” “Well, some men a3k for a ‘position,’ while others wants a ‘sit-uation.’ ” Willing to Sell. “That is a dangerous looking deg you havo there, Deacon. Aren’t you afraid ho will injure somebody?” “Well, yes,” replied the deacon un¬ easily. “I haven’t much confidence iu tho animal. If you hear of anybody who wants a good dog, let ma know, and I’ll sell him cheap.”—[Life.
