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Robin's Nest
I lfnew three robins who lived In* nest
Not very long ago, *
'Where the summer winds that blew in the
west
Rocked ''r- it 4'driafciag'among to and fro,
Si the leave*,
■Watching the busy world gathering sheaves,
Noting the pattern of life that weaves
As the shadows come and go.
First there was one all alone—that was
Not very long ago;
Then cAmoianothor, so .strong apd frga.
Dawned into my lifalifoa^fc^sur^aia, „
Singing of love in a robin wise,
|‘„JLflitl^one, ^ or ub«’ 05 6‘fS i
*Not very lfingago, . - <
Slag-fa? the stars mth.thsir musical din, ['
And touched all the ni^ht with a silvery
thrill, v
Our love-orowned nest with ks beauty T to
fill, * *
- -
«a<$ajy4ids aans.so W ^
t
By fc&ljw* yHeriy ! uo e
the beautiful river’s flow, *
That laughs up North in the little blue
lahes,
To 499H# the shore as where ft* the T+m takes
tSPEMOs i J- gulf’s trn*. green billow
t i,» *i
nor very long ago,
When, I .flew tot our nest, whirs the three
tie hills rise,
Home riVVr’s rhurmuring flow;
lights on the hill sang “Home” as I
tod ^ri^i'^wig sged,
“H6me” in its pebbly
And the starlight gleamed in the skies over
i head » ^ .
And danced in t|he rivor below.'
,
One day while winging our happy flight*
Not very long ago,
My glad day shaded to dusty night.
fiut j“Lear Hke love,” I called, i 1 ‘must I go?”
moonbeams that brighten the mid¬
night tide,
And the summer breezes blow.
_
One April mom, through the white soft mist,
Not very long ago,
A golden sunbeam lightly kissed
(My story is old, I know)
A wee “bron birdie” that cooed in our nest,
Pressed to my heart his fluttering breast*
Tho love in my life was threefold blest—
Sweet was his song, and low.
My Robin flies aud my Robin sings,
Fluttering to and fro,
And my heart is full of the love he brings
And the songs that ho sings to show
That love in the soul never grows a-cold
And the heart is youngwhile the head is old.
And the tale of the morniug is never told,
Though the long years come and go.
■Whistles my Robin: “The sun looks we.t,
Though the clouds drift to and fro;"
Softly I answer him, “God knoweth best,
Whither our feet should go.”
Store swing in our nest when the Jun e skies
smile
And wo wing our way by "still waters"
awhile,.
Till the path through "green pastures" leads
over a stile
To a garden, quiet and low.
SCALPED.
» T
A- BOttDIEKV THKILLINO EXPEEIEKCE.
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“I read in a New York paper the
other, day old Indian fighter Carroll
Bronson’s story of how he was on<?e
scalped by Indians,” said a former resi¬
dent of Laramie, “and it reminded me
that I have met two men in my time,
both at Fort Laramie, who wero scalped
and got welL The story of one of
these, a soldier named Delos G. San¬
bertson of Monroe County, Miich., was
the first actual description, I believe,
that any one has ever heard of how it
feels to be scalped. While he was in
the hospital at Laramie I heard him tell
the story many times, and every time it
made mo shudder, as it does still when¬
ever I think of it.
“Sanbertson belonged to the United
States Infantry, which was part, mf Gen.
Custer’s command in his , Campaign
against the Indians, in 18C9. He par¬
ticipated in many of tho engagements of
that campaigp, tho most important of
which was the fight with the celebrated
Black Kettle’s band on the Ouachita.
It was in this fight that San'oettson was
wounded and scalped by the Indians,
and I remember that nearly all of the
bid frontiersmen said that he was the
only person they ever knew up to that
time who had been thoroughly and un
mistokably scalped and lived to tell it.
“Ffr iflackKettle, some days before tbie meeting
with Custer’s scouts had
been bringing in reports that the wily
chief was camped with a la^ge following
somewhere «n tho Ouaehitq, ttnd there
SPRING PLACE. GA., THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 12 1889.
he was sending out predator; bands of
his warriors to plunder settlers and im¬
migrant trains. Custer decided to hunt
him up and punish him. The infantry
was two miles in rdvanco of the cavalry,
when one day, just at daylight, it came
in sight of the enemy’s *
camp.
“ ‘We wore on a high hill overlook¬
ing the valley,’ Sambertson said, in
giving the account of the affair, ‘and
the Indians Were below. It was in the
middle of winter and tfie snow was very
4eep. The Indian woiSen camp was in a rocky
spot; and as tbo and children
there, it- 4as evidently the head
quarters of the band, It was do
tefriuhed to surprise the village, and' a
portion ofl our. command was sent
througl) woods, to the right to get
ju the rear of the camp, while tho re¬
mainder ‘ advanced ‘ jjuiehy down the
mohhtaiii; froth the top Of whidh a good
trail led to the valley through tho thick
“•woods. This manoeuvring was so suc
qessful that before our presence was dis¬
covered by tho Indians we wcro with¬
in four .hundred yards of
camp, and the detachment that;
wp sent to open fire in tho rear
ilia arrived in position. We know
by tho yells of,the Indians,apd the
great commotion among , them that we
were discovered, and we began the at¬
tack. Firing began on With aides of
•them at once, and this caused what at
Indians first promised to b,o a panic among the
that would make our victory an
easy one, but suddenly* in Indian of
enormous statue and build, his face
hideously streaked in crossbars with
bright yellow and vermlllion \ paint,
came dashing into tho midst of the sur¬
prising and panic-stricken band from
somo placo among the rocks ridtng. heaii a
black pony. His yell could bo
above everything else as he dashed, to
and fro among his warriors, and the
effect of his presence immediately
changed the whole situation, less
than two minutes every IndiaK
knew that the fig'Srwould be a sperato
ono.
We were in a secure position, but
the Indians were just as secure as we
were. The only way we could hope to
defeat them was to charge upon their
stronghold, dislodge them, and settle
the affair by a desperate hand to hand
fight. We were ordered to charge down
the hill upon the enemy, aud we rushed
headlong right into the Indian camp,
overy man of us yelling as hideously as
the red devils themselves. As soon as
wo had emerged from tho,woods we
were met with rifle balls from every
side, and a good many poor fellows
never reached the camp. The detach¬
ment in the rear of the camp came into
the conflict from that side, and we
forced tho Indians out from their hid¬
ing-places to the open ground, and the
battle waged right among their tents.
Black Kettle seemed to be everywhere.
His 'hideous presence alone prolonged
the fight. lie held his warriors to their
ground, and the fight became free and
general. The Indian women, and even
the children, took part in it, and among
the dead that soon strewed the snow
squaws and pappooses were mingled. In
a few minutes the snow for rods around
was dyed as red with the blood from the
deTtd and wounded as the paint on
Black Kettle’s face.
H l In a hand-to-hand fight like this,
of course, it was every man for himself,
and I soon found myself an one edge of
the camp firing and bayonetting and
clubbing my gun just as the situation
for the moment required. A messmate
of mine, who was fighting by my side,
was killed by an Indian who fired from
behind a tent, and he fell so I was
obliged • to step over him. As I did
that a bail shattered my arm at the el¬
bow, and it fell helpless at my side.
Immediately following that shot a big
Indian, doubtless the one who had
killed my messmate, sprang from behind
the tent and rushed at me with his toma¬
hawk raised. My gun was empty, and
my left hand being useless I could not
load. I would have run my bayonet
through the advancing Indian, (hough,
before he could liavo used his tomahawk
on me, but an Indian woman had stolen
up behind me, and she threw one arm
about my neck and jerked me backward
in the snow.
“ ‘None of our.Jnen were near me, as
the thickest of the fight wa3 in another
part of the camp. The big Indian who
had come at me with his tomahawk
soefned to be also' tho only warrior of
this band who was not in the general
engagement. The squaw who had
jerked me down in the snow held me
there by the hair, and a lot of other
squaws and children came swarming
from tents in all directions to the spot.
They surrounded me, spit in my face,
jumped on my body,kicked me, pinched
me, thrust the points of knife blades in
my flesh, and tortured me in every why
they could think of. Besides, my arm
was paining me tremendously and dye¬
ing the snow all around me with
the bipod that flowed from the
wound. The big Indian stood by with
lus tomaha wk in his hand, and, fortu
nately for me, he gave the women
theiryauug devils too mqgli time to We
their sport with me; fort suddenly there
came the sound of a guW nW by, and
two squaws fell dead in the snow by my
side: One of our boys had discovered
my situation. The other squaws an*}
their, young ones scampered away, but
the big Indian determined to run the
risk of getting my scalp anyway, and
he pounced down on mo, with his knees
on my chest, drew his knife, and .the
next scdbnd, lh| hlthbugh if Seemed hdfes
to !me, ; top of my head wasi| hi.
hand, and he was gualb M
“ •’ mrinc soma wb ’ tfr
mm n y
' SangaWI
c wil dtmost *Sdtfu1k^ c«>iatidlrS^S ‘
sai .■ jsdibiaf#' th»»jf
scaluifsg, t*nd
lying prostrate and helpless.
it a quick, upward 1#, with (lion, force'
enough almost to loosen me scalp;
whilo this painful tension js.not w|hod
'imagine it knife the not-particularly-sharp biad#
a being run quickly in sawing a
cle around your scalp, with a
dike motion. \it Then let your imagination
grasp, cant, the effect that a strong,
•quick jerk on the tuft of hair torolease
the scalp from any clingito prides of
jw,out(Mnvo fleshgp- may still hold it in place
on your nerves and physical,
systeji, anil you to' will have an inklin"
of ho* it feels bo .scajund. When
body. ¥liis % ''
was quickly followed
by a flash of paia that started Nat
my feet and ran like an electric shock to
my brain. That sensation was but mo¬
mentary, but it was terrible. When the
Indian tore my scalp from my head it
seemed as if it must liavo been conncct
ed with cords to every part of my body.
The pain that followed the cutting
around the scalp had been frightful, but
it was ecstasy compared to the torture
that followed the tearing of it from my
head. Flashes of pain shot to every
nerve. My knees were drawn up almost
to my chin, aud the fingers of my one
hand closed convulsively in the snow,
those of my left hand being powerless
owing tc tho shattered arm. That was
all I remembered. When I came to
I was in a tent, The cavalry
had come up in the* meantime, and the
Indians were routed. Only a few es¬
caped, but Black Kcttlo was among the I
few.’
“Sanbertson lay for weeks in t^.o
Government Hospital at Fort Iarar&ie
perfectly helpless and suffering untold
agony. He Iiy recovered, and in
the meantime HS term of enlistment ex
pired. He had no desire to re-enter the
service, and General Ouster -jocularly
remar ked to him that he made a mistake
in quitting the service. ‘For think,’
said the General, ‘how surprised and
disgusted some Indian might be, if you
should stay with us and happen to fall
in his Bands when he went to raise your
hair to find that some one had been
there before him.’ I saw Sanbertson
several years afterward, and the same
pale-red, flat, round, bare spot was on
top of his head, showing where his
scalp had been torn away, as I.had seen
it when he left the h ospital. He said
that it was extremoly tender, and in
damp or cold weather was very painful. ,
How Panama Hats Are Made.
A. C. Banks of Brunswick, Ga.,
wears a curiosity in the shape of a Pan¬
ama hat which is worth about $40. It
was presented to him‘by a captain of a
foreign vessel, who bought it of a native
of an island in the Pacific. The hat is
a large ono, about the size of a Mexican
sombrero, and can be folded compactly,
but yet retain its shape when unfolded.
These hats are knit very closely from
the finest Panama straw, and the knit¬
ting of them is very tedious. They can
be knit only in the cool of tho day, as
the heat of the sun causes the straw to
draw loose from their holds. It some¬
times takes twelve and thirteen months
to knit tho most valuable ones, which
cost all the way from $50 to $125.— At¬
lanta Constitution.
WHERE BABIES WEB.
■y
Deplorable Marriage Customs
Among the Hindoos.
A Youthful Bridal Couple in a
Grand Procession.
Tho wodding season in India is now
’ at its height, writes Frank G. Carpenter
% a letter from Bombay. I have seen
W K ‘ dln 2 h r0CCS310n3 . by the dozen in
’Aery town I have visited, and I have
1 * ld a fair chauce to note some of the
..lf’uiiaritios a has the youn of Hindo S est briJcs ° marriages. aud In
jT grooms
' W‘he world. The grooms I have seen
liave iu 110 oa3e been over fifteen, and
s * ne of dl ° brides wcro apparently only
1*“* WOaacd ' By the Hindoo law a
WomaQ should be .married before she
10301108 the a S° of puberty, which hero
at twelvo - Most girls are betrothed
bcforo they ar0 six - and in a wedding
f5P rocession at Agra I saw a little bride
* of perhaps gorgeously
groom tea years
in cloth of gold, and with
cavy S old bracelets on his wrists and
, ,
k es > sitting in a wed ling chair with
,
llttle baby 8 irl ot not over two, who
pr 51 “Sleep tho at the other end of the chair
* P rooossrion moved onward,
® lec P was heavy and she had pro¬
, bubly beon drugged with opium,
h Tbo re was a marriage of two wealthy
i^milies, and tho wodding procession
very « rand - At the head of it wore
^ #£ dd en canlB by ' bare-legged 8 - ^ ith tra PP men in « s in of red S^d, and
if * ,W"“ an(1 wearin « clothos of
f g hant ld M W h ’ gorgeous Bohind tbom trappings, oamo au and t!o '
if olrt Ar aW.u horses followel. These
horses' hud gold bracelets about their
re lo g s just above tho knee, and there
-
* roat silver bolls runuin * from tho
the crupper.
>er o’-” the,
these Worses came the wedding chair,
and thi i was a sort of litter, perhaps six
feet sq\ are, containing a bod with cush
ions apd pillows, and over it was
stretch i a canopy of red and gold,
AVithii) it was tho bridal conplo, and
■the procession ^hich was accompanied by a
bund played during tho march,
Won’t Qo Home Till Morning.”
It w:js a native band, but it had proba
bly Ijkd an English instructor, and this
t reserved as the wedding march.
Benares I saw a wedding procession
he poorer classes and I had the pleas
an introduction to the groom. Bo
a sullen boy of fifteen, who linked
though he by no means enjoyed the
Ho had a cap of red cloth,
Bth long strings of flowers hanging
K?m its rim to his neck, and with taw¬
dry red clothes upon his body. He was
riding a white pony, which had gaudy
trappings, aud walking with him was a
erowd of barefooted, barelegged, tur
baned men and boys, one of whom led
the b or3C- These were his relatives,
Just back of them, and apparently hav¬
ing no connection with the pony-riding
groom, was a party of men carrying
what looked like a store-box shut up on
all sides and covered with red cloth.
A cheap cashmere shawl was thrown
over its top, aud I wits told that the
bride was inside. I asked her age, and
was told that she had lived just eight
years. Behind her <fcme a number of
women carrying her djforry * upon their
heads.
One party bore the bride’s befi. It
■gas a rack or framework of wood about
4 feet long an4 three feet wide, with
four rude feet raising- it about eighteen
Inches from the ground and instead of
wire springs there was a rude network
of^clothesline rope stretched within the
framework. Another woman had a
tray on her head containing the cooking
utensils, consisting of three or four iron
pots and a rice jar, and the whole outfit
would have been dear at $1.50. I
talked with the father of the groom.
Hp told me tho bride would come and
stay two days with her mother-in-law,
then go back home until she was ten
years of age, when she would come to
.live with her husband and be married
■for good. In tho case of baby mar¬
riages, the child is often brought up by
her own parents, and she only comes to
her mother-in-law’s house when she has
gotten old enough to learn housekeep¬
ing, which is at the age of ten or eleven
years. In some cases, however, she
goes at once to tho house of her mother
in-law, and is brought up by her, often
being made to do tho drudgery of the
bouse and absolutely subjected to her
husband’s mother.
Vol. IX. New Series. NO. 32.
A Chinese Cook's Recommendation.
The ordinary servant, when she leaves
one mistress for another, procures a
paper “character” to take along with
her; but Chinese sorvants, it seems,
have an improvement on this. A lady
who has long resided in California re¬
lates in Youth'» Companion an anecdote
illustrative of tho strong clannish feel¬
ing which prevails among tho Chinese in
this country.
I had several Chinese cook3, one after
another, and finally one of them.wont
away very abruptly, so that I refused to
pay him a full month’s wages. His
first successor spent only a few hours in
my house before ho gravely announced,
“Me go; me no stay.” Tho two nex
stayed one day each and then do parted
with the samo brief, emphatic declara¬
tion- No. 4 appeared quite satisfied for
three days, but at the end of that timo
he, too, followed his predecessors. Iu
some concern I called in my husband’s
office boy, a bright Chinese lad.
“Chiu Poo,” I asked, “what is the
matter? Chinaman no stay here.”
“Ah!” ho said, “wo know, maybe,”
and he went into my kitchen, whither I
followed 1 him, wholly perplexed. He
looked carefully all about, peered into
pots and kettles, upturned tubs and
buckets, lifted lids and turned over
chairs as if looking for something.
Finally he pushed the clock from its
place and uttered a quick cry of discov¬
ery.
“Lookee," he said, and pointed to a
row of Chinese hieroglyphics on the
back of the clock.
Having had them translated, I dis¬
covered that Sing Lee, my disaffected
cook, had left my condemnation behind
him.
“She veilyhad woman,” he had writ¬
ten; “she ho payee.”
An Indian Palace.
The palace of Tangoro, Indio, a
graceful, irregular mass of buildings,
with ;t s zeaauB^jnnarx-aaAtorbML&ftiL
surrounds a courtyard, in which saun¬
ter and squat armed and unarmed retain¬
ers. Tho interior is decorated in a
compromise botweon Oriental and Eu¬
ropean taste—the more Oriental the
better, as when an untraveled native no¬
ble begins to invest in English furni¬
ture the result is apt to suggest a mod
dern hotel furnished on the sweating
system. Tho great object in any caso
ss to hang the ceilings with as many
chandeliers and colored glass balls as
possible. Tho walls and columns are
generally gayly painted, and a favorite
fancy is a “half of mirror” in
which walls and ceilings ere
inlaid with innumerable little looking
glasses or pieces of talc, or of colored
glass. Occasionally you find a durbar
hall with real marble carved columns
worthy of all admiration. Tho idea of
order is still far to seek. At the en¬
trance of tho finest palace you find tho
shoes, bedding and old clothes of the
guards thrown about and piled up pro¬
miscuously ; and framed cuttings from
illustrated papers, cheap prints, or pho¬
tographs will bo nailed up quite crooked
on decorated palace walls. The hall of
the old Palace of Tanjore in tho south,
which is used as a depository for tho
royal valuables, contains among its
treasures a framed colored advertise¬
ment of a famous cotton.— Nineteenth
Century .
Catching Flies.
The early Groek naturalists reported
that the crocodile caught and ato
leeches. His plan of operations was
described as simple but effective. The
great reptile lay on tho banks of the
Nile with his month open and his eyes
shut, as itekri guard. The leeches at
tached thcflBfeives to tho inside of his
mouth, and When their numbers were
sufficient to giwJhe huge creature a
taste, his jawH^kc ^^^towcll together found with a,
sharp crocolileWRlBlw report, that
the Britain had a
similar habit.
At every turn m the rivor wo saw a
colony of crocodiles of all sizes flop off
the bank into the water, where they had
been previously lying catching flies,
Their fly-catching is performed in this
manner: They tako up a position on
tho bank, and remain perfectly motion
less with their mouths open. Flies at
tractod by the peculiar musky smell' of
saliva in their mouths, settle in swarms
inside the open jaws; Presently there
is a sharp snap, and a hundred or so of
flies are entombed.
I was not aware before I saw this that
crocodUeg were fly-catchors, as well u
fish, flesh and fowl eaters.
Amorlta.
I seem to hear you singing in tho murmur of
the breeze.
I listen to your tear drops in the rain amid
the trees.
There’s an echo of your laughter in the
brooklet as it flows,
And I feel your balmy breathing in the odor
of the rose.
Everywhere sweet and fair,
In the earth and sky,
Hints of you thrill me through—
Love me or I die.
The blossom by tho wayside grows more
fragrant as you pass;
And brighter fla«h tho dew drops ns they
glimmer in the gross.
The hue Utat tints tho ruby to your curving
lip Replies.
And from the distant stars I catch the glory
of your eye.
Let my song, lithe and strong,
Through your lattice fly.
Ere the night wing its flight
Love me or I die.
What were life without you? O, 1 cannot
dare not dream 1
’Twere worthless as a shattered loaf upon an
autumn stream,
Tossed upon tho restless wave by every blast
unkind,
And drivon down the turbid tide, heart
broken, hopeless, blind.
O, my sweet, at your feet
Heed my lonely cry,
Grant relief to my grief—
Love me or I die.
—Atlanta Constitution,
HUMOROUS.
The worst thing a person can take for
a cold is advice.
Every man is sometimes a bait on some
other man’s hook.
When a man contracts bad habits hi*
income needs expanding.
Tho grocer ought to be a fine newspa¬
per man. Ho has a good many scoops.
Tho Goddess of Liberty is not a
broker, but she is frequently soon “on
change.”
When you feel like calling a big man
,
a liar be sure you’re right, then use the
telephono.
ii js one pi '.“'’■‘•--I —img 11
of modern life that the man who can't
sing does sing.
Everything has a beginning. Even
tho burglar must be broken in before he
begins to broak in.
Tell a woman that she looks fro3h and
she will smile all over. Tell a man the
same thing and if he doesn’t kick you
it is either because he has corns or
daresn’t.
Cabby (who has received his correct
fare)—Call yourself a gentlemen? Why,
I keeps a better gentleman than you to
black my boots! Fare—Pity you don’t
keep another to wash your facet
“John, this is a vory bad report you
bring me from school.” “I know,
father, but you know you said if I
should bring you a first-class report you
would give mo a dollar, and I wanted
to save you that expanse. ”
This is an Italian bon mot: At a cafe
a group of gentlemen discussing poli¬
tics; a young student entered and joined
in the conversation; his arguments did
not please the othors, and one of them
said to him, “Be quiet! At your age I
was an ass myself 1" “You are wonder¬
fully well preserved, sir,” was there
ply.
An Artist on the Battlefield.
There was an incident in the battle oi
Raymond which was as amusing as it
was characteristic of the chief actor.
Captain Trcsalian, an Irish officer on tbs
staff of General Logan.,
He was seated astride of the topmost
rail of the fence, across which in some
places, the fight was going on with
clubbed muskets; which side the cap
tain was most interested in was doubt
ful, for with cap in one hand and
sword in the other, he was encouraging
both parties to go in and do their best,
while he occupied a reserved seat a most
interested spectator,
This man was a type of the soldier
who loves a fight, and true stories of
some of his doings seem almost too im
probable to believe. I think he was un¬
conscious of danger, and I know that I
was not, for in some of my sketch-books
there are memorandum sketches of soma
battlefield occurrences which show
plainly that tho hand holding the pen
cil was unsteady; and jerky marks here
and there make it pretty plain that the
locality was an unsafe ono. The sui
roundings, as well as the danger; had
some influence at the moment when such
sketches were made; for most of these
“Get-out-of-that” sketches, as my army
friends called them, show simply the lo
cality of some exciting incident and
not a general view.— St.Nkhola*.
