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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.”