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Y r OLUME IX.
BHADO WB.
Tbc moon a light-hung world of gold
Low-drooping, pale and phantom-fair*
The fresh pomp of the summer leaves *
And fragrance in the breathing air. ’
Eeneath the tree ß flat silhouettes,
Mute idiot shapes that shun ttra light,
Weird crook-kneed things, a fickle crew,
J he restless children of the night.
In idle, vacant pantomime
They nod and nod forever more,
'” ch wlth aimless fluttering hands,
-th thin black hands, the leaf-strewn flow.
Quivering, waveriDg there forever,
On the bright and silent ground
M.-ehed and tangled there together
While the rolling earth goes round.
And the gold-tinged airy ocean
Ripples light in many a breeze
O or tho sweet-breathed purple lilao,
O er the tall and slumbering trees.
But cornea the dawn,
The spell ta done;
Weird Spirits fled
At r*3e of sun.
-fF. S. henryAtf' ,- n Harper's Magazine
A DROLL ADVENTURE.
Wo had started at sunrise one morn
ing, with a pair of oxen and a cart, to
V° <*> Woodstock, to market. In the cart
wero two sliotes and twenty-seven tur
keys, which had been killed and dressed
the night before.
It was early in November, and I re
collect that the ruts in tlie road woro
frozen, and that the ice was so thick on
the puddles in the road that it would al
most bear the oxen,
1 was a boy then, and lived in the
“ blue-nose” country, as the Province of
New Brunswick is sometimes called.
We had quite a large farm, though it
was some distance back in tho woods,
and raised large numbers of cattle, pigs
and poultry. Fifther worked at lumber
ing in tho winters, and at the time I am
speaking of liad already gone up the
lobique, to build a “ camp” for a gang
*of choppers who were to begin work the
iiOlh of the month. So my brother Ran
som and I had the winter’s wood to cut,
and tho marketing to do.
It was sixteen miles from our plane to
W oodstock, and for tho lirst three miles
there was only a cart-road. We had
heard that there was to be a shooting
match at Woodstock that day. Geese
were to be fired at, at 6d a shot. The dis
tance was only fifteen rods, for any sort
of guns that competitors might bring.
lianse and I, of course, took our guns*
and Joe Ethridge, a neighbor from over
the river, went with us. If we should
get to town in time, wo meant to try a
tow shots at tho geese.
We had gone a mile or more, and
were passing through a second growth
of white birches and some thick clumps
of hemlock t hat were on each side of
the road, when Ranso and I heard the
•sharp squeak of a hedgehog, such as the
animal often makes in November morn
ings,
Joe, who was walking a little ahead of
the cart, on the lookout for partridges,
cried, “Just look at the ‘quill-pigs*
over tliero across the hollow 1”
There was a valley on the west side of
the road. Across it, on the mountain
side, twenty-five or thirty rods off, the
poplars grew thick and tall. The leaves
had dropped from their branches, and
in the tops of the poplars we saw four
hedgehogs gnawing at the bark.
The sun had just risen, and shone
npon them so that we could see the ani
mals very plainly.
“They’re fat now,” said Joe.
“ They’re as good as geese. Let’s git
em, and take ’em along in the cart. ”
We did not dare to leave the team in
the road, for our cattle were a yoke of
“ sparked ” 4-year-old steers, not very
well broken. Turning them partly
round to a tree, Ranse chained them to
it, with a spare ox-chain that was in the
cart, through the staple of the yoke.
That done, we took our guns out of
the cart and ran after Joe, across the
hollow. He had fired at the hedgehogs
before we reached him, and had brought
down one great fellow. The others
were in plain sight m the bare poplar
tops.
Ranso and I soon had two more lying
at our feet in the dry leaves. But the
last one, which Joe now shot, lodged as
it fell in the crotch of a limb, where
it clung, being still alive.
Just then we heard a tremendous
noise, that came from the place
where we had hitched the steers. The
chain was rattling, and we could hear
the cattle thrashing the yoke against
the tree.
“They’re breakin’ away !” exclaimed
Banse, and he shouted, “ Whoa-hush !
Whoa -hush!”
But the noise increased, and we heard
one of the steers suddenly bawl out,
making a queer guttural sound.
biting 'em!” cried Joe.
ggggggggggggggggggsHlmMli
We each of ns caught up a hedgehog
>y the hind legs, and* without stopping
for the one in the tree, ran toward the
cart as fast as we could.
The steers broke loose and were
wheeling round to run for home with
the cart, as we came up through tho
white birches and caught sight of them.
‘ What’s that in the cart ? ” panted
Ranse,
Through the trees I could see some
thing that looked black, as the steers
darted away.
We dashed into the road, but were too
late to head them off. They had ten or
a dozen rods—the start, and were going
as fast as they could leap. The cart
was bumping and rumbling over the
frozen ruts, and in it was a block creat
ure that looked as large as tl yearling
steer. The animal was staggering in
his endeavor to keep on his feet as the
cart jounced along, and he turned round
constantly in making attempts to jump
out.
“ It’s a bear ! ” Joe shouted. “ There’s
a bear in the cart! ”
We ran on after the cart as nimbly as
wo could. There was quite a long hill
to go up; but the cattle got further from
us at every leap, I never saw steers
run so.
‘ ‘Must—er—smelt—er—ther—meat
er—the—turkeys !” panted Joe. “An’
—got—in—the cart. No wonder—the
steers—was scairt f ”
Steers and bear got to the top of the
hill a long way ahead of us, and then
the cart went rumbling down on the
other side.
When we reached the top they were
“streaking it,” as Joe said, across the
sandy flat below us, and the bear was
still in the cart.
“ They’ll haul him home !” exolaimed
Ranse.
It seemed curious that the animal did
not spring out but we could see him
lurching from side to side and turn
ing round, apparently afraid to jump
oft' the cart.
Our house and barn were in plain
sight from the hill. We had left the
great door of the bam open that morn
ing, propped back, so that “Thenty”
could drive the sheep in toward night.
She could shut the bam door, but could
not open it.
She and little “Sile” were standing
near the well sweep when we reached
the top of the hill. They soon heard
the cart coming. We saw them turn
and look a moment, then they both ran
into the house, and in a second mother
came to the door.
The steers turned into the yard at full
run. One wheel of the cart bumped
over a big stone and struck against a
post that held the bars, breaking it with
a crash that we heard away back where
we were coming down the hill.
But the bear still clung to the cart,
and when mother saw it and its occupant
tearing through the yard she ran into
the house and shut the door.
The steers, in their blind fright, dashed
on toward the barn, going over a pile of
stove-wood, smashing the saw-horse, and
knocking off the well-curb.
The barnyard gate was open. Rush
ing into it, they broke with the nigh
whoel one of the gate-posts short off at
the ground.
We took the shortest cut across the
field, but as I jumped the fence I saw
steers and cart go with the speed of a
locomotive into the barn at the great
door. They knocked down or jarred
down the prop against the door, and it
slammed to after them.
“Now we’ve got ’nm!” exclaimed
Ranse; “ they’re all in there together 1”
In a pen at the farther end of the
barn floor was an old hog with a litter
of ten little pigs, and in another tempo
rary pen, in the cattle “tie-up,” were
two other hogs, which we were going to
kill in a day or two.
The rest of our turkeys, thirty or more,
were shut up in one of the empty bins
of the “hay-bay.”
We rushed to the bam. I never, in
all my life, heard such a noise as there
was inside ! Boards were being smashed.
The old hogs were barking like wild
boars, and one of the little pigs was go
ing rock-ok-ok-ok-ok ; the turkeys were
all flying and fluttering and “ quitting”
and “yeaping.”
Mother and Thenty had ventured out,
pale as ghosts, wanting to know what,
“ for mercy’s sake,” was the matter.
“ Matter enough, I should think !’*
said Joe.
•• Well, we must go in and get ’em
apart, somehow !” exclaimed Ranse, ex
citedly.
He got an ax, and I pulled open the
small door of the “tie-up.”
I had no sooner got it half open when
out ran one of the fatted hogs, followed
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INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
,by one of the pigs. A turkey came fly
ing out over their backs. There was
such a dust that we actually couldn’t see
into the barn.
“Shut it up I” cried Joe, “or the
bear’ll be out in our faces 1”
Then he and Ranse got their guns
ready, and I threw open the great door.
All the turkeys came out at once.
As soon as we could see through the
dust, we found that one of the steers
was unyoked. He had broken through
the partition into the turkey-bay. The
other steer was threshing about over the
cart tongue, and had knocked down
both the pig pens. The little pigs were
rushing this way and that, under the
cart and all over the barn.
But we could not see the bear any
where. We had supposed that he
would rush out. Ranse and Joe had
their guns cocked, and I was ready for
him with the ax.
“ Don’t s’pose he’s got out, do ye?”
exclaimed Joe.
We ventured into the barn a little,
and, happening to look up to the roof, 1
saw his black hide away up on one of
the “great beams,” where he had
climbed to get out of the scrimmage.
There were the marks of his nails on
one of the posts. When he saw we
were looking at him, he sang out at ns
lustily, and then growled his very sav
agest.
“ I’ll fix him !” muttered Joe, taking
aim.
“Oh no, no! Hold! Don’t fire!”
shouted Ranse. “It won’t do. You’ll
have the barn all in a blaze!”
And indeed he would, for everything
inside was as dry m tinder. There wa
hay on one side and straw on the other,
mowed up almost to the beams the bear
was on.
Then we stoned him, and threw sticks
of firewood at him. But the creature
seemed to be scared. He growled but
hugged the beam desperately. There
had been such a racket that he was act*
ually terrified.
Finding there was no probability of
his coming down voluntarily, we drove
the steers out of the bam and shut up
the pigs.
“Now, old fellow, you must take itl”
exclaimed Joe.
He took a long pole off the fence, and
began to punch the bear, Ranse and I
standing ready to shoot him if he
jumped off the beam and came out of
the barn.
But he wouldn’t leave his beam.
Back and forth he skulked from one end
of it to the other, growling and tearing
at Joe’s pole.
He was a big old fellow, but he did
not seem to have much fight in him.
At length we got so we were not at all
afraid of our game. Joe declared he
would have him off that beam if he had
to go up and push him off.
Ranse ran and got the clothes line.
We made a slip-noose at one end of it.
Joe then set the long ladder against the
beam, and, while Ranse pushed the bear
on the other side with the pole, he
climbed part way up the ladder and
flung the noose over the animal’s head.
I had hold of the other end of the
rope and jerked it tight. The bear
reared up on the beam and clawed at
the noose, but couldn’t get it off.
We all three caught and pulled. He
hung on to the beam for dear life, with
his nails, and then got his fore paws
round it.
“Heave-ho 1” Ranse shouted.
We surged and jerked, but couldn’t
start him.
The rope soon choked him, however,
so badly that his tongue stuck out, and
he toppled over to the under Bide of the
beam.
But he still hung with his paws, and
for some time we couldn’t break his
hold. At last, with a tremendous jerk,
we forced him off, and he came down
into the middle of the floor with a bump
that shook the whole bam. While he
was kicking round to get up, Joe struck
him on the head with the ax, and killed
him.
It was one of the largest bears that
had ever been seen in our neighbor
hood, and weighed as much as our heav
iest hog.
We did not go to Woodstook that day,
and so lost the shooting-match ; but, on
the whole, I think we had more sport at
home.
We concluded that the bear had been
near the road where we left the steers
in one of the hemlock clumps, perhaps
—and that the smell of the fresh meat
had led him to climb into the cart to
help himself.
•Two or three of the turkeys were
eaten, but otherwise the load was not
injured.— Youth'* Companion.
—The Hartford Times thinks that
Pittsburgh will never make a success of
glass shingles. There is no chance fnr
the carpenters to waste nails. J *
“ MEBBE ” <JOE?S TRUE FEE SB STOUT.
Is “Old Joe the boatman” still alive
and able ? Old Joe, familiar to visitors
on the Canadian side of the Thousand
Islands, a mighty teller of mighty sto
ries, in ft tedious manner and with a
French accent which lent them a charm
all their own.
“Well,” said Joe on one occasion,
when his fares had been telling anec
dotes of singular recoveries of things
lost, “once there was an American
young couple came here on their honey
moon—ah, she was a beauty that, 16
years—mebbe 17—mebbe 18 years okl,
and he was devoted to her like nothing.
Well, and so those young couple hired
me to take them out in my boat one
evening, and that young woman she had
on a diamond ring—ah, that was a beau
tiful ring, worth a thousand dollars—
mebbe two thousand dollars, mebbe
three thousand dollars. Well, and so
that young woman was playing with lier
hand in the water—so!—mebbe five min
utes, mebbe six, mebbe seven—and all
at once she screamed *My ring! My
r-r-ring! ’ Well, and so the ring had
slipped off her finger and gone down in
to the lake. The water was deep—thirty
feet deep, mebbe forty, mebbe fifty—and
so she was deestracted. My! I was
sorry. I could ’ave cry. And that young
fellow, her husband, but he was sorry,
too I And he says he will give me five
hundred dollars—mebbe six hundred,
mebbe seven hundred—if I find him that
rings. But what was the use, eh ? Well,
and so we turned the boat about, and I
was rowing home—my !it would have
made you sorry to see that young wom
ans—when z-z-zing goes the fishing line
I had the stern of the boat. Well,
and so I pulled in the feesh. My! that
was the biggest feesh I ever caught—
two feet long, mebbe two and a half,
mebbe three—and when I hauled him
into the boat there was a great, g-g-great
lump on his side, like as mebbe if he
had swallowed somethings. And that
young womans—my! how excited she
was. She just scr-r-reams out: ‘ Oh, do
open those feesh—l am sure it must
have swallowed my rings.’ And her
husband, he tried to make fun of her :
but no, sare, that young womans—hello!
was that a feesh jumped there? ” (Paus
es in his rowing and gazes eagerly in
the distance.)
Omnes—“ Never mind the fish ;go on
with the story.”
Joe —“Well, and so that young wom
ans prevailed upon her husband to buy
that feesh and have me open it, no mat
ter what it coss—a dollar, mebbe two,
mebbe three—and so I take my knife
and I open the feesh. Mebbe you think
it was a lie, but I have lived hero twen
ty-two years—mebbe twenty-three,
mebbe twenty-four—and I never heard
anything like it. Well, and so I opened
that feesh, and (resting on his oars and
lowering his voice to the sub-cellar of
solemnity) what you think I find in the
feesh? ”
Omnes—“ The ring! The ring ! ”
Joe (resuming his rowing)—“No ; it
was a little bit of brick I ”
There was a dead silence for some mo
ments, and then the old boatman added,
deprecatingly :
“ Mebbe you think it was a lie ? No 1
that was the truth I was telling you ! ”
WATER.
We may judge something of
tive value of water, in the human econ
omy, when we remember that most of
the body and its solvent juices are pure
water. For example, the saliva is 99
per cent, water, the gastric juice 97, the
bile 87, pancreatic juice 90, blood 79,
and even our bones 10, as solid as they
seem. Since the Creator made us as we
are, established these relations of water
to the system, it is reasonable to infer
that a large per cent, of alcohol com
bined with these solvent fluids would
not increase their effectiveness. If the
change of starchy foods into grape sugar,
as an important step in the digestive
process, demands 99 per cent, of water
for its perfection, I cannot believe that
an addition of 10 per cent, of alcohol
would render that process any easier or
more expeditious. On reaching the
stomach for another change, if the Cre
ator, in infinite wisdom, has made the
gastric juice principally of water, I do
not feel justified in recommending ale or
porter as an aid to digestion. The same
principles will equally apply to all of
the remaining processes. Water is the
best solvent known—more nearly uni
versal than any other. This constitutes
it the best possible drink for all living
creatures. — Dr. J. H, Dana ford.
Mb. H. B. Bby.ot, who founded for
ty-eight business colleges in this coun
try, has now %q interest in only one.
SOWTSO WELD OATS.
The most magnificent specimen of
young manhood that I have ever known
was a young fellow student named Hen
ry Haines. As an athlete on the campus,
as a scholar in the school-room, as an
orator in the arena of debate, he was
facile princeps, everywhere and always.
We were not so much envious of him as
proud of him, and we fondly fancied that
tliere could be no height of fame or fort
une too difficult for his adventurous feet
to climb, and that the time would come
when he would fill the world with the echo
of his fame, and it would be a proud thing
for any of us to declare that we had known
him. A little tendency to dissipation
was by some of us observable—a little
dash of dare-deviltry—but this was only
the wild-oat sowing which was natural
to youth and genius, and which we did
not doubt that after years would chasten
and correct.
But the years came and the years
went, and the young collegians were
scattered through the world, and ever
and anon would some of us wonder what
could have become of Henry Haines.
We looked in vain for his rising star,
and listened long for his coming feet.
Some time ago, for a single Sabbath, I
was preaching in New York. My theme
in the morning had been “ The Ghost of
Buried Opportunity.” On my way to
my hotel I discovered that I was “shad
owed” by a desperate-looking wretch,
whose garb, whose gait, whose battered,
bloated look all unmistakably betokened
the spawn of the slums. What could
the villain want with me ? I paused at
my door, and faced about to confront
him. He paused, advanced, and then
huskily whispered : “ Henson, do you
know me ?” I assured him I did not,
whereupon he continued, “Do you re
member Henry Haines?” “Aye, aye,
well enough, well enough, but surely
you are not Henry Haines?” “I am
what is left of him—l am the ghost of
him.” I shuddered as I reached for his
hand, and, gazing intently into his face,
discovered still some traces of my long
lost friend, still doubly lost, though
found again. I put my arm about him
in brotherly embrace, and drew him to
my room, and drew from his lips the
sad story of his shattered life. I begged
him by the old loves and unforgotten
memories of better days to go back with
me to my Philadelphia home, and, un
der new auspices and with new sur
roundings, to strike out for a noble des
tiny, which I hoped might still be pos
sible. But, striking bis clenched fist on
any table, he said: “ Henson, it’s no use
to talk to me. I’m £ dead-beat, and am
dead broke. I’m a burnt-out volcano,
and there’s nothing left of me but cin
ders now. I have come to New York to
bury myself out of sight of all that ever
loved me. I know the ropes here, and
shall stay here till I rot. I live in a
muskrat hole near the wharf. I shall
die as I have lived, and I have lived like
a dog.”
In vain were my earnest protests and
brotherly pleading. He tore himself
from me, and went shambling off to his
den by the wharf.
He had sown the wind and was reap
ing the whirlwind. He had sown to the
flesh, and was reaping corruption. He
had sown “ wild oats,” and the oats were
now yielding a dread harvest of woe.—
Rev. P. S. Henson, of Chicago.
BULLS AND BEAKS.
The etymology of the term “ bear” is
believed to be this: When a dealer in
stocks, or for that matter in merchan
dise, had sold more than he was capable
of delivering he was naturally bare of
the article, and it was naturally his in
terest that prices should fall in order
that he should cover his engagements
and be no longer bare. From the ad
jective, tha transition to the substantive
of the same sound (bear) was easy. The
glowing bear being thus embodied, his
antitype, the bull, was not long making
an appearance. It is somewhat curious
to find in the popular mind a diffused
notion that bulls are the more virtuous
creatures. This is sometimes a fallacy.
The bull is usually a speculator who
proposes to gain merely by market fluc
tuation, and to fish in troubled waters.
The real investor, for instance, is often
a bear in spirit because he awaits an op
portunity to buy cheaply. The cotton
manufacturer who contracts to sell cloth
is in spirit a bear of yarn and other ma
terials, which he requires to buy cheap
ly_that is, unless he has already bought
too much of such materials, in which
case he has ovCr-tradtd. Some amount
of speculation is no doubt good, whole
some and necessary in business. It is
only when the one party is much over
powered by the opposing party that
mischief results.— London News.
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NUMBER 48.
GEMS FROM DICKENS,
Trifles make the sum of life. — David
Copperfield.
Self-preservation is the first law of
nature. —Oliver Twist
Cultivate habits of punctuality and
method.— Our Mutual Friend.
Gratitude and devotion are Christian
qualities.— Pictures from Italy.
We count by changes and events
within us. Not by years. — The Battle
of Life.
Detestation of the high is the invol- -
untary homage of the low. — A Tale of
Two Cities.
A contemplative man can always
employ himself in meditation.—Pick
wick Papers.
When you meet with real talent, and
native, too, encourage it. That’s what
I say.— Scenes.
The men who learn endurance are
they who call the whole world brother.
—Barnaby Budge.
When you don’t know the meaning of
an expression why don’t you seek for in
formation?—Dombcy and Son.
A man in any station can do his duty,
and, doing it, can earn his own respect.
—The Seven Poor Travelers.
It’s enough for a man to understand
his own business, and not to interfere
with other people’s.— Christmas Carol.
Inculcate habits of self-denial and
contentment, and teach good doctrines
of enlarged benevolence. — American
Notes.
It is with languages as with people,
when you only know them by sight you
are apt to mistake them.— Somebody's
Luggage.
No man of sense who has been gen
erally improved, and has improved him
self, can be called quite uneducated as
to anything.— Little Dorr it.
There is one quality which all men
have in common with the angels—blessed
opportunities of exercising, if they will*,
mercy.— Nicholas Nickleby.
Reflect upon your present bless* <
ings, of which every man has many,
not on your past misfortunes, of whicl
ail men have some.— Sketches by Boz.
INSTRUCTIVE EXPERIMENTS.
It will be news to most people that or
dinary gas will pass through stone work,
and that the human breath can be sent
through a brick wall so strongly as to
deflect a candle on the other side. At
the New York Academy of Sciences
lately Prof. Doremus demonstrated the
truth of these things. He had before
him a piece of sandstone, rectangular
and four and three-quarters inches in
thickness. Placing against this a tube,
he passed gas from one of the street
pipes against the brick. After waiting
a few minutes he put a light against the
other face of the sandstone and imme
diately a small flame sprang up, show
ing that the gas had gone through the
substance. He then took a mass of
brickwork, made of best Philadelphia
brick. Against one face of this he put
the tube, and at the back of it a candle.
As he blew through the tube the light
was plainly deflected. Very little press
ure, he said, was enough to send the air
or gas through. Sewage gas penetrates
substances with just as much or greater
ease. A water trap is perfectly useless,
unless there be a ventilating pipe with
it; then the water will check the gas,
and the latter will naturally seek its
easiest way out. The walls of hospitals,
Dr. Doremus says, become saturated
with disease, and the only way to cure
them is to adopt the Hebraic plan and
leave not one stone standing upon an
other.' He had found chlorine gas the
best disinfectant for such purposes. He
had once generated three tons of this
gas in a ward of Bellevue Hospital,
where pyaemia was constantly occurring
through the saturation of the walls with
poison, and there had been a marked
improvement since. The chlorine treat
ment, he says, should be resorted to
every few months in such places.
Useful dentistry: “ You look cheer
ful, Mr. Spiser?” said a friend who met
the old gentleman ambling down the
avenue. “Yes,” said the interrogated;
“I have jfist had a troublesome grinder
pulled.” .And when the sympathizing
gentleman asked him if it hurt him
much, Seth cheerfully responded, “Not
a bit; it was an organ-grinder, and a
policeman pulled him.”
“A prize of solid gold, and not an
inch of gilding,” is the way they speak
of a pay mastership in the army—a posi
tion* which is accounted among appli
cants at Washington as one of the most
desirable in the publio service.