Newspaper Page Text
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.