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/ pmanceTScien c e i EDITORS AND. > PROPRIETORS ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1879, TERMS! my knapsack on my back from matching over the mountains of Ba i<zer)«nd, I was oniynine- P en years age, I ha i seen just enough of the world to make me wish to see more. I said to my parents, i will go toAmerica, and make my home there. My moth er wept and said I must not go; hut toy father said to be tied to his mother’s apron string did not become a mtiD. Let him go.' He turned and spoke a few worii s in their native tODgue to the ludianB and shook my hand. •Take care of yours“lf, de pend upon yourself,’ he added, shaking my hand heartily. j Mad am Notribe said no more, but held my hand long and pressed it kindly with tears in tnr eyes. . sprang into the boat, Gd- minot, took the helm, the In dian shifted their oars, backed water, and the siffk was beaded up stream. Thus we began our fa'igning voyage up the red wa- leis of the Arkansas. Long and monotonous was that trip. Occasionally there was an op< ning iu the forest, whero a squatter had buitt his cabin, Cleared < ff trio timber and made nis hi me. At one of these we sat eri to lunch. There^was only a pale equalised woman in the dirty pom cabin. There W83 a m!se:able excuse tor a bed—a ying j an hung by its handle near the the place, bnt thtre was an en’.iie absence ot lood of any kind — and there was a hungry, eager look on the miserable woman s face, as she anxlous : y wa ched us us wejeut, in pi;y we uividtd the contents of our basket with her, tnd with avidity tin di- vouTed its contents. R-freshed, we renewed onr jonrney, and when the sun was in tUe tree tops, we were ap( roacb- ftg*’" a ■clearing.' Oar Indians u- by chabejs w. burner. Do we despair and say— Because the skies are gray, Andsuriy Winter rules the or phaned hours— Sweet Spring is dead for aye: No more her soulless clay Shall from the grave arise, ar rayed in flowers. We know it is not so; Beneath the gloom and snow Spring's hlithes.rme spirit lives, her pulses beat. Her tuneful streams shall flow. Her balmy breezes blow— She doth but bide her time, and resteth sweet. Perchance beyond the reach And cheer of human speech. Borne hopeless hear, in darkness gropeth on- Him let wise Nature teach bo shell his sou! outstretch Wings that will waft her, sing ing, tv> the sun. Tlic band of Flowers. BY MBS. N l KY WARE. Bright Sunny South, dear native land, I love your vales, and mountains, grand; Your happy homes, « here ease and grace, Besppak a noble highborn race, \y hose venial hearts are ever free. To proffer hospitality, Yourst reams are musicalandgrand, Your groves by ocean breeze- fanned, Are la «it with t he sweet perfume Of myiiad of flowers in their bloom. Hie grand magnolia waving high. Flings her whiteflowersto thesky, And in li rroyai beauty reigns Tlie queen oi all her fair domains. The orange, and the myrtle, too, Supplant the cypress and the yew; And fragrant with the breath of love. They gladden all ihe quiet grove A nil woo the biids of brighest w i ng, Their sweet :.d_c&S there. U-* sing. Thus, nature smiling everywhere. Paints sKy and earth in beau y rare 'i hewaviug fields aud forests bring The glory ol perpetual spring. Kind nature with a loving hand, Hutu fashioned our fair southern, land. And «ieatlied her brighest smiles lor tnee; Sweet land of flowers, beside the sea. Hunting the_AVhite Bear in the Arctic Ilegions. tha gsntlem-n occupying the olher has no o'j rction.’ •None at all sir, I will be glad to welcome you as a room-mate, in our long trip to New Oritans, [ said. •I only go the month of White river, sir’. In a few minutes he returned, with a knap sack of ample proportions, a canteen and hav ersack; and in his right! a id, he carried a short, heavy, double-barreled gun. I observed that one, of its barrels was for shot, the other a rifle, carrying an immense ball. 1 had never before seen such a gun, and my cariosity was ixcited to know who my companion was and where he was going. At supper, which preceded our departure. I found quit ■ an assemblage of passengers, and of q die a number ot nationalities - French, English, German, and Spanish were being spoken; by men, worn-n, ami children. A mot ley mass it was, but all saemed curiously to scan my room mate. H • was evidently a Tare bird, in a strange flock.Sapper over, in com; any we went to the hurricau deck. The last bell o! three, was sounding the signal; of departure, andtnewha f in front was crowded with the cu rious, who never seem to be satiated with look ing at the departure of a steamboat. Tbe stag ing was aboard, ihe lines ware loosened, tae pi lot »a-> at his wneel, he rung his bell, the engi neer obeyed and turned on tue steam, siowiy at first, then more vigorously; the great paddle pheeis, began siowiy to revolve aud the splen did steamer moved gracetully out into the stream and began her course down i<8 swift, dark current. My companion and myself had by this time,grown communicative and I learned turn he was a Canadian French Creole, tint he had been reared in the woods and lived them. Twice had he crossed the continent from the settlement, of our river ot the north, to Van couver^ sound. He was now going over to M<xico and his way lay up the valley of the Arkansas. Day by day, we grew more and more intimate, and this association inspired wild thoughts in my brain, wild feelings in my heart I yielded to his persuasion aud promised to ac company him. At the mouth oi White river was Montgomery Point, where we debarked. It was a wild place in a wild country, ana wild men, abundant about it. Uncouth, tough, daring, and lawless men from every state had been thrust away from a civilization uncongenial to their natures; and seemed to concentrate in Ar kansas. As birds of evil omen hover about where, their prey is most abundant, these, men haunted the banks of the Mississippi at taat day, from St. Louis to New Orleaus Montgom ery Point, and Montgomery House were favorite resorts and nere these men most did congregate They boarded evary steamer coming to the snore, watched unsuspecting parties landing with the view of ascending the river to Little R ick, formed their plans and affected their de- -igns if they could make the opportunity— Montgomery knows them all and was their head -and lent his aid to all their schemes. It was a dangerous place and an evil set. The river bus since engulfed tbe Point The man Mont gomery is dead, and his horde has followed him to the grave, or to the gallows and penetentiary. There wns no steamer to fake ns lo She Rock from whence we designed to begin, on foot our long walk to S intaFse. We must needs em ploy slue party to convey ns. and the only possible meats wm an open skiff. Montgom ery props s-:i to tind this, with oer^aien, but wanted one hundred dollars for doing so. This was simply out of the question. There was no choice, be kept entertainment and we must i needs avail ourselves of his hosilery. Tbe rtext I dav we straggled for abatement in his fArms. If was useless; he had no competitors for the job. It was in the forenoon when scrolling along the liver’s margin we met a stout, well dressed gentleman of somo fifty years, with a frank, yet dignified manner. He was leaving a fine large skiff, which wai rowed by two young stalwart negro men. We approached him, with the nar- ative of our situation. ‘You are a Canadian, sir;' said he to my com- nanion, ‘I knew you by your accent. I m a Frenchman, long resident on this river. Per haps it is fortunate tor you, my timely arri val. Yon are in a cul de sac initiated by scoun drels. You want to go to tbe Rack. Weli young geut'emen, I am crossing the Mississippi to see an I dian, residing over there, shall be gone perhaps a couple of a nira, when I will return to my home, some tnirty miles up the A'kansas. There is ample room in my boat, and if you will, I shall he happy to convey yon that far on your way. When there, you can ef fect arrangements for your trip, I have no doubt. This was a God's send. We paid Montgom ery five dollars for our supper, breakfast and lodging, and went away with our generous French friend, leaving this den of thieves with glad hearts. At nine in t ie morning, the Ar kansas was full to overflowing, and we found the opposition of the current obstinate. Tee day was without incident, and by nine at night we had reached the residence of our friend at the post of Arkansas. Mr. Notribe, onr new acquaintance, had oome to Arkansas in 1880 and stopp id at this point, establishing a post for the purpose of trading with the Indians. He had grown rich in this trade, and wes greatly beloved by the Quapaws Osage and Kansas tribes. With all ot these, his word was love. N sver had he deceived or wronged them, and their faith in his wisdom and integrity was withont a doubt. His good wife was awaiting his return, and received us with cheerful hospitality. In the morning I awoke with a burning fever. My Canadian friend Jean Baptiste Gilminot, (pronounced Gilmino), in all his life, had never seen a man sick with fever, and mv con dition distressed him greatly. But Mr. Notribe declared that in a day or two I wouia be well, assuring him also, that he was entirely welcome to remaia as long as he chose. The fever in creased in virulence, until on the second day I was delirious. There was no physician within one hundred miles, and no medicine save that furnished by the herbs of the country. Never was a patient more diligently watched, or more faithfully served than I, by my noble-hearted hostess and her kind husband. She was a na tive of the country, and annt to the late Sena- Adventurcs in the Arkans and lied Liver Regions Half Century Ago. ; educated and' refined. Sue courteously invited us in and acceded to onr wish to stop tor the nieht under her roof. After we were seated in the clean, tasteful little room, she told us that her son was in the field but would soon come and would have our baggage brougLt in. We had not long to wait, before we heard orders authoritively given to the negro servants about the yard, and sood there came in a youth of some twenty years. A finer face, or more com manding presence I had never seen. He salut ed ns with the dignified ease of cultivation. His dress was plain, but of good material, and well fitting. He carried a superb rifle gun in his hand. His face was smoothly shaven, and his hair clcsely cut, Erect in person, he stood full six feet two inches, and his bearing was easy, and independent. ‘In a few minutes, gentlemen,’ he said, ‘I will be with you, and he went out into the yard. I strolled to the boat and said to the Indians we were going to spend the night in the house and would send a servant for our baggage with a sig nificant grunt. ‘So,’ said one of the Indians, ‘leave him here; when mornin comes you fiad him, take him dare in de mornin maybe so, you rot find him, white man sometimes no good. Mr. Notribe tell me not let anything happen to you. You stay in de house, we s .ay in de boat, not happen nothing.’ This was told to our host. •Very well, gentlemen,’ he added, ‘if Notribe has given these fellows their orders they will obey them to the letter and you need have no fears. Bat did their responsibility extend to you only, ttfat boat and baggage would be fifty miles from this before morning.’ Oar sapper was exquisite, sweet yellow but ter, sweeter milk, broiled venison, rich and juicy; coflbe, clear as amber and strong, with pure, rich cream, and warm well-baked corn bread and there too, was chipped, dried venison, with broiled fowls. He who would wish more could not hive journeyed all day in an open skiff. ‘Your companion is a Frenchman, is he not?’ askei the matron when she and her daughter were alone with us, ‘but you are an American.’ I was communicative and soon they knew of all my plans. I saw the daughter was interested and for an hour we talked sociably together. •You must stay and take your brea&tast with us before setting out on your journey ? I would be pleased to have you do so ?’ Thanking her we retired. Before the sun I was up and so was the young iady and we whiled away the hour before breakfast. Finally, she asked that I would leave a memento in her album. In it I wrote: (Continued on tbe eighth page.; PERSONAL BEMINISXCENSCES OF CL. WM SPARKS THE AUTHOR OF * 'FIFTY YEARS AGO.” H6TINCT PRINT