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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES.
C. X. KI S'U. I f Proprietor
S. B. CARTER,
Why the Cows Came Late.
Crimson sunset burning
O’er the tree-fringed hills;
Golden are the meadows,
1 Ruby flash the rills.
Quiet in the farm house,
Home the fanner hies,
| But his wife is watching, .
Shading anxious eyes,
.While she lingers with her pail beside the
barnyard gate.
Wondering why her Jenny and the cows
come home so late.
Jenny, brown-eyed maiden,
Wandered down the lane; !
That was ere the daylight t
' Had begun to wane. j
Deeper grow the shadows,
Circling swallows cheep,
Katydids are calling,
.i Mists o’er meadows creep. - -
Still the mother shades her eyes beside the
barnyard gate,
And wonders where her Jenny and the cows
can be so late.
Loving sounds are falling—
• Homeward now at last,
Speckle. Bess and Brindle
Through the gate have passed;
Jenny sweetly olushing,
Jamie, grave and shy,
, Takes the paiis from mother,
f- Who stands silently by. -J
Not one word is cpoken as that mother shuts
the gate,
But now she knows why Jenny and the
cows came home so late.
— [Omaha World-Herald.
ON PIKE’S PEAK. I
. .
( I had been in the signal service but
little over a year when I was sent to
Pike’s Peak, which is considered by
the men in the service the most dis¬
agreeable station in the whole country.
In summer it is not so bad, when there
are numerous visitors up every day
from Colorado Springs and the weather
is comparatively pleasant. But from
the middlo of October until about the
middle of ’ April it is very different.
Then it is almost impossible to get
either up or down the mountain, and
the only communication with the out¬
side world is by wire. One mau
takes charge of the station in summer
and two in winter. My duties were
to begin with the winter season. I
reached the station the first day of
October, where I found my companion
for the winter awaiting me. His name
was Harry Sands. lie was a good
looking, bright, jovial fellow from
somewhere down in Maine. He was
fully six feet tall, with a physique
that seemed to bid defiance to fatigue
and exposure. If anyone had told me
then that he would be the first to suc¬
cumb to the rigors of that terrible win¬
ter, I should have laughed at the idea,
for I was at that time by no means
robust and unaccustomed to hardships
of any kind.
The station is located just a little
below the extreme top of the peak. It
Is a low, one-story log building about
twenty feet square. • Around it on
three sides is stacked at that season,
almost as high as the cabin itself, the
supply of wood for the winter. To
keep the roof from being blown off
rocks are laid upon it in different
places, and two immense chains arc
•trung across and fastened to the
ground at either side. The interior is
divided into two rooms by a rough
board partition. In the larger one the
men cat, sleep, and do their work.
The other is used as a store room,
i The weather did not begin to get
very cold that year until about Dec. 1.
It kept gotting colder and colder until
one morning between Christmas and
New Years the thermometer registered
60 degrees below zero—a spirit ther¬
mometer, of course. It was so cold
that iu spite of all wo could do the
water would freeze an inch or more
in the cabin every night. So high was
the wind aud blinding the snow storms
that often for a week at a time we
were unable to go outside to take ob¬
servations.
One morning the latter part of
January, Harry got up looking very
pale. He would not eat any break¬
fast, and before dinner time he was
back in bed again, complaining of a
terrible headache. By eveuing he
was in a raging fever, Sq. delirious
did he soon become that at times it
was as much as I could do to hold him
in bed. I gave him each medicine as
I thought he needed; and many an
Jiour I spent poring pver the book of
Instruction accompanying the chest in
«earch of a proper remedy. Bat noth
3ng I gave him seemed to do him any
good. One day early in February I
went outside to remove some sticks of
wood the wind had blown against the
door. I left Harry sleeping soundly,
and, I thought, more naturally than at
SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1890.
any time during his sickness. Ke.
turning a few minutes later I found
him sitting in front of the telegraph
instrument with his f hand upon the
key. But the effort had probably been
too much for him; his head lay upon
his chest and he was trembling all
over with weakness. I had hardly
gotten him back to bed when he began
to sink rapidly, and in less than half
an hour he was dead.
As soon as I had recovered a little
from the shock I started to telegraph
the news to Colorado Springs. 1 gave
tho customary signal upon the key, but
received no answer; I repeated it, still
no answer. I thought it very strange.
I knew the operator at Colorado
Springs was always in' his office at
that hour. Again and again I tried,
but with no better success. I made a
careful examination of the instrument,
the batteries, and all connected with
it, but could find nothing wrong.
Then came the awful thought, “the
wire was down or broken somewhere
on the mountains.” It was not long
before I was compelled to admit that
such was the case. Burying my face
in my hands, I wept like a child. The
prospect certainly was a terrible one.
The probability was I should be cut
off from all communication with the
world for two full months or more.
The next morning I wrapped up
Havry’s body in a couple of blankets
and buried it a few yards from the
cabin, among the rocks in a protected
part of tlie peak. My loneliness then
began in earnest. Such days and
nights as I put in! My only diversion
was reading and taking observations.
Every day at the customary hour I
would try the telegraph instrument,
hoping that communication might pos¬
sibly have been re-established. Every
day the same disappointment. My
great fear was that I should lose my
reason.
One night, about three weeks after
Harry’s death, I was wakened up by
what sounded like the distant howliug
of some wild animals. For a moment
or two the sound was lost. Then it
returned louder than ever. The next
minute I remembered one of the men
in the service telling me, when he
heard I was going to Pike’6 Peak, to
look out for the coyotes.
Coyotes are somewhat smaller than
the ordinary wolf, and are called by
many people barking wolves, owing to
the peculiar nature of their cries. I
had never heard them before. My
opinion was that the keen-nosed brutes
had scented Harry’s body and had
come to devour it. Instead of stop¬
ping at the place where Harry was
buried, they made a bee line for the
cabin. A series of most diabolical
yells announced tlieir arrival. Then I
heard something thump, thump against
tho cabin dooor. The door was a
strong oak one and I felt confident
would resist auy effort they could
make. However, to make it doubly
secure I pushed two great heavy Gov¬
ernment chests against it. Suddenly
their howls ceased. Breathlessly I
awaited developments. So long did
the silence continue tlmt I began to
think that they had taken their depart¬
ure. But I was mistaken. I soon
heard them upon the roof. Before I
had time to recover from my astonish¬
ment at this change in their tactics, I
heard one of the rocks that held down
the roof roll off to the ground. Ter¬
ror stricken, I jumped to my feet, be¬
lieving nothing now would keep them
out. If they could roll off' one of
those rocks, the boards of the roof
would be nothing to them.
I picked up a gun that hung upon
the wall, and raised it toward the
roof. Soon I saw one of the boards
begin to move; but a little at first,
then more and more until the star¬
light was plainly visible through the
crack. Then it was suddenly
wrenched from its place, and a dark
object appeared in the aperture. I
fired. The same moment I was dasiicd
violently to the floor by something
heavy coming from the direction of
the roof. The next thing I remembered
was finding myself lying upon tho
bed. To my surprise I saw the cabin
door was open and the sunlight stream¬
ing in. I started to get up, but toll
back exhausted. Wondering what
could be the mattev, I made another
attempt. As I did so my heart almost
stood still at the sight of a man stand¬
ing in the doorway. Could I be
dreaming? I rubbed my eyes tremb¬
lingly with my hands. The man, ap¬
parently divining my thoughts, said:
“Don’t be afeared; it hain’t no
ghost, but it might have been if you’d
shot mo that night, as yon tried to."
“Shoot you,” I gasped.
“Yes, shoot me,” repeated the man
“and if I hadn’t throw’d you to the
floor when I did you’d shot at me the
second time.”
“But the coyotes?” I ask’d.
“Coyotes,” repeated the man in
amazement, “What do you mean?”
I told him my story. Ho laughed
heartily.
“It wavn’t no coyotes or nothin’ as
you heard. It war me and the other
follows a-holerin’. You see we busted
both our lamps,and wo were a-holleritv’
for you to make some light so wc
could sec where the cabin war. You
see you were clean out of your head
with the fever and you ’magined all
them things.” He then told me that I
had been lying ill with a fever ever
since that night, some three weeks in
all, and that I had been delirous the
whole time. While ho was still talk¬
ing, two other men came into the
cabiu.
“That’s a nice way to be a treatin’
people as is sent to your rescue,”
spoko up one of them. “And after
bein’ nearly frozen to death on the
way,” added the other one.
“My rescue! what do you mean?” I
inquired, not a little puzzled.
“Ain’t your name Harry?” asked
the first speaker.
“No,” I said; “it isn’t.”
They all looked at one another
strangely. Then the same man said:
“Why, ou the 5th day of February a
telegram came from a man up here a
sayin’ that the fellow as war a stayin'
with him had got lost, and he himself
war a dyin’.”
i • February fifth,” I thought. “It
was the day Harry died.” In a
moment I saw through it all. Harry’s
business at the telegraph instrument
that morning was explained. Getting
awake while I was out taking away
the wood from the door, and not see¬
ing me, he had thought in his deliri¬
um I was lost; hence his message to
Colorado Springs. It is still a matter
of wonder to the people out there how
the rescuing party ever got up the
mountain. It was a feat never at¬
tempted, much less accomplished, at
that season of the year.
Some time afterward I met the man
who lmd told mo about the coyotes.
He laughed heartily when I related
my experience. He said what he had
meant by coyotes were the fleas that
fairly swarmed up there at certain
seasons of the year. They were so big
and bit so hard that the men in the
service nicknamed them “coyotes”.—
[New York Sun.
(Hove Making in America.
A large amount of capital is interes¬
ted in the glove industry in the United
Slates. Tjvo towns in New York, aud
substantial and prosperous towns they
are, too, arc given over to this sort oi
industry. Gloversvillo is a place of
13,000 and Johnstown of 9,000 peo¬
ple, and they are wholly dependent
upon these glovcmakers for their sup¬
port. It does uot seem that they are
disappointed in their hopes. Both are
in a very prosperous condition; the
workmen own tlieir own homes and
are well paid. Glove sewers receive
from $9 to $12 a week, while the
table-cutters are paid from $3 to $3.50
a day.
Most of the American-made gloves
are of the heavier kind, such as are
used by teamsters, farmers and the in¬
dustrial community generally, But
our facilities for making the finer
grades of gloves are constantly in¬
creasing. There is rto good reason, in
fact, why in a comparatively short
time we cannot surpass France in sew¬
ing and finishing the gloves, because
the American worker is better paid
and will show more pride and care in
his work. The chief obstacle at pres¬
ent in the way of the American kid
glove lies in the dressing of the
leather.
This is a very important desidera¬
tum. When we can prepare our
leather with the same skill that the
foreign glovemakers are able to do it
will be a great stride forward in this
industry in America. The best kid
gloves made in this country are made
from imported kid leather. But the
improvements in this direction have
been made so vapidly that iu a year or
two the glovemakers of the United
States will step to a front place.—
[Chicago Post.
ARMY STEEDS.
How Horses Are Obtained for
Uncle Sam’s Service.
The Government Owns More
Than 10,000 Horses.
“Where docs the United States buy
the horses for its army and other pur¬
poses?'’
The question was asked at Bull’s
Head yesterday, and John Raymond,
one of the best known horse dealevs
in this section of the country, was un
ablo to answer it; yet at the very mo¬
ment there was a young Lieutenant
of the United States cavalry on the
street, within twenty feet of Mr.
Raymond, purchasing horses for the
Government.
“1 will tell you all about it,” said
the young officer. “The United States
has in Government stables throughout
the country at the present time be¬
tween ten and twelve thousand horses.
Tlmt is the number required for the
cavalry, the Ordnance Department and
other branches of the Army. They
are carefully selected animals, well
eared for and well groomed, and the
mortality among them is annually not
more than 5 per centum, This small
percentage is remarkable, when it is
considered that in some of the far
Territories the work required from the
horses is very exacting indeed.
“In Arizona, for example, more of
the Government horses die in propor¬
tion to their number than in auy other
section of the country, and it is a
curious fact that many of the horses
there grew blind, and thus become
nseles long before they die. That is
one of the effects of tho alkali plains
pn the animals. Besides the 5 per
centum which die, about 10 per
centum of the remainder are annually
sold by the Government because of
their having become useless for the
services for which they are required.
“This makes it necessary for the au¬
thorities to purchase annually about
two thousand horses, and Congress
provides for this expenditure by ap¬
propriating about $200,000 for the
purpose of paying for the horses pur¬
chased. The amount is divided among
the various military departments by
the Secretary of War, and, as the
Western divisions of the army need
more horses than wo do here on the
Atlantic epast, tho bulk of the money
goes out West, and most of the horses
for the Government are purchased in
St. Louis, St. Paul aud San Francisco.
“Not every horse will do for Gov¬
ernment service,” continued the Lieu¬
tenant, “for the War Department
makes specific rules to govern the pur*
chase of the animal. They are re¬
quired to bo geldings, solid color
throughout, from 15 to 17 hands high,
between four and eight years of age,
and must weigh for artillery horses,
between 1,000 and 1,300 pounds, and
for cavalry horses, between 900 and
1,200 pounds. A government horse
usually lasts about seven years and at
the end of that time is sold at auction,
if lie lasts that long.”
“Do the horse dealers know that
you are purchasing animals for the
Government?”
•“Indeed they do not,” said the
Lieutenant, smilingly. “If they did
they would run the price up on rue
far beyond what they do now, when I
am buying apparently as a private in¬
dividual.”—[New York Star.
Fish Breeding is Profitable.
Pisciculture is bringing to light
many interesting facts in natural his¬
tory and the subject is of growing im¬
portance. Fish breeding has at last
assumed the importance of profitable
husbandry. The artificial propaga¬
tion of edible fishes, which is shown
bv experiments in every quarter to be
jnicticable, is assuming national im¬
portance.
“It may never become one of the
great producing interests of tho na¬
tion,” said an official of the fish com¬
mission to a representative of the
Star, “but it undoubtedly adds to the
luxuries of generous tables and in¬
creases in some degree the food sup
fliies of the people, for the public fish¬
eries can be improved by artificial
means at small expense.
“The Chinese, who keep a constant
supply of fish in their rivers and
canals,” he continued, “have practiced
fish hatching successfully for centuries.
Vol. X. New Series. NO. 43-
Fish are there so cheap that a penny
will buy enough for a breakfast for a
small family. An ingenious method
of artificial hatching has been adopted.
T.» of ami
mg the spawn for the supply of own
ers of private ponds is cxlensive.
When the season for hatching arrives
the operators empty hens’ eggs bv
means of small openings, sucking out
the contents and substituting the fish
ova. The eggs are placed for a few
days under a hen. Removing the eggs
the contents are placed in water
warmed by the heat of tho sun, the
eggs soon burst aud the young are
shortly able to be removed to waters
intended for rearing them. France,
England, Scotland and Ireland, among
other European countries, arc all en¬
joying a manifest increase in fish sup¬
plies from artificial propagation.
“With a population of over seveuty
millions, to become over a hundred iu
twenty-five years, and no one knows
how soon to equal that of Europe, it is
folly to allow so great a delicacy as the
speckled brook trout to become extinct
as has the sea-going salmon very near¬
ly upon our eastern coast. The shad
is becoming comparatively scarce in all
our waters. Why should not the
lakes and ponds of the east, full of
yellow perch and pickerel, be stocked
with the superior black bass and white
fish and other valuable kiuds? It has
been done successfully in a few cases;
why may it not be done generally ?”
A Herring Fishing Trip.
The total fleet of tho Newhaven
(Scotland) herring fishermen com¬
prises five 30-ton boats, twenty
seven 20-ton boats and 120 5-ton
boats, giving a total capilal of nearly
$100,000 invested in boats alone. The
entire “gear,” consisting of perhaps
100 miles of nets, tons of lines and
hooks for long-line fishing, with creels,
crans, cressets and various unnamablc
paraphernalia, involves an original and
repair outlay of nearly an equal sum;
so that the Newhaven folk alone, who
comprise but a small proportion of the
whole fishermen aloug the shores of
the Firth of Forth and the near fishing
ports, have a no mean investment out
of which, with the addition of their
labors, to deserve an excellent liveli¬
hood.
Cod, haddock aud herring are
chiefly sought. The fishing-grounds
for the cod are in the middle of the
North sea, about 100 miles east of the
Isle of May, which stands at the mouth
of the Firth of Forth. The fleet is
usually away from port from Monday
until Saturday, during a few weeks of
the early spring. There arc no “hand
liners,” as with our Gloucester fisher¬
men, who frequently go out from
their schooners, anchored on the
banks, in yawls and dories to take cod
with single lines. The Newhaven
men, on arriving at the grounds,
“float and anchor;” that is, they sail
lazily at the rate of about four or live
miles an hour,reefing their “lug” sails
according to the wind, away from the
“anchored” end of a cod-line, which
is always from five to seven miles in
length.
The hooks are twenty-one feet
apart, and three buoys only, one at
each end, with a centre buoy, each
surmounted by a red or black flag, are
used for tho entire line-length. The
work is usually begun after midnight
Sf such a time as will enable the crew
to “get her ail in the water” before
sunrise. “Jock” lights, flamboyants
and ordinary flash-lights are used; and
the effect with a large fleet, on a moon¬
less night, is as though innumerable
sea volcanoes were sending forth, in
regular pulsation, tiny flashes of flame.
Four men are required to “shoot” the
line. Three bait the hook with herring
and one “pays out" the line.—[Com¬
mercial Advertiser.
A Natural Conclusion.
Young Brassey (to Banker Wall,
who doesn’t know him)—Say, govern¬
or, let mo have a hundred, will you?
Banker Wall—Why in Halifax
should I let you have money, you jack
nnapes?
Y. B.—Your daughter told me last
night that she would be a sister to me.
Doesn’t that make me your eon?—■
A Brick.
Waggish Student (handing profes¬
sor of geology a piece of brick)—Here
is a curious specimen, professor.
Professor—I don’t need it. Put it
back in your hat—[Good News.
Time.
rather Time is sweeping onward,
Scythe and hour-glass lu baud;
Xol * !1I1 K l;al1 obstruct his pathway,
Now he renders weak the spong¬
And he cuts down all beforehim,
As lie swiftly glides along,
And he seems a grim old tyrant,
Stern-browed, merciless and cold,
Shaking mildew from his pinions
On all things of hmnan mold.
Making every pleasure short-lived,
Touching love with his alloy,
Blasting with his sour visage
Every bud of human joy.
Yet, methinks, if thoughtless mortal*
Would but read his visage right,
They would eoine to the conclusion
That he is not, ruled by spite.
True, he sides with Death at present,
But. he loves him none the more,
And in the far-distant future
He will be Death’s conqueror.
Then give Time the praise that's due him—
Ho his mission must fulfill.
And he’ll use you very gently
if you do not treat him ill.
If you're free from dissipation,
And with vice no dealings have,
lie will give you health and comfort
From the cradle to the grave.
-[Francis S. Smith in N. T. WeeWy.
HUMOROUS.
A Charity Bawl—Help a poor blind
man.
We suppose a nose may be said to
be broke when it hasn’t got a scent.
No matter how poor the astronomer
may be, he is always looking up in the
world.
It is a hard thing for a man who
has to be round to keep square at the
same time.
Sehoolma’ams are nearly all misses,
and the misses on the stage aro gener¬
ally ma’ams.
Torchlight processions go well while
the benzine is kept in the lamps and
out of tho men.
A mosquito is the most successful
of duns. Whenever he presents hi*
bill he collects immediately.
After all, the only way to profit byj
the experience of others aud avoid'
their troubles is to die young.
The more wealth a man has the
more difficult for him to find out what
people really think about him.
The trouble with most “model
housekeepers” is that they aro like
other models—chiefly for show.
Barber—Does the razor cut all
right? Victim—It seems so. That’*
tho third moie you’ve chipped off.
“How still and quiet the wood*
are,” she remarked romantically.'
“Yes.” ho replied, “but listen a min¬
ute and you’ll hear the dogwood bark.”
Exasperated judge, whose patience
has been sorely tried both by the
plaintiff and defendant—My chief
regret is that I can’t decide against
both sides.
“Peter, tell us what is a fort.”
“Please, sir, it’s a place where they
put men in.” “Then what is a fort¬
ress?” “A place where they put
women in.”
Morgan—What brand of cigars doe*
Maxwell smoke? Dorgan—They call
them the “Riot Act.” Morgan—Why?
Dorgan—Because they never fail to
scatter a crowd.
Benevolent Person—“I hope yon
treat your horses well, and give them
plenty of hay.” Driver—“Well, 1
can’t afford to buy ’em much of it but
I says ‘hey I’ to them as often at I
can.”
De Jones—Miss Mary, I am think¬
ing of getting married and want to
ask you if you can help me. Miss
Mary—Help yon? Of course I will,
it will be a great pleasure to me to be
assistcr to you.
A young lady sent to a newspaper a
poem, entitled “I Cannot Make Him
Smile.” The editor ventured to ex
press an opinion that she would have
succeeded had she shown him the
poem.
She (pining for pleasant words)—
Oh, George, I cannot understand it.
Why do you lavish this wealth of love
on me when there are so many girl*
more beautiful and more worthy than
I? He—Pm blowed if I know.
“Do you believe in healing by
touch,” asked Miss DePrice. “Indeed
I do,” replied DeBIakes. “I met Tom
Tightpinch today limping along and
complaining of the goat, I touched
him for a five, and he skipped off ae
though he had never been ill a day in
his life.”
