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CRYING WOLF.
One hundred years ago there lived
on the shorts of Stephens Riter (a
•mall stream emptying into C'asco Rav)
a man named Peter Jolitf, an honest,
upright fellow, a good neighbor and
friend, but with one abominable habit
thafwon him many enemies, and caused
much discomfort aud even suffering to
those around him. This fault was an
almost irresistible fondness for practical
joking that would not allow him to let
an opjMirtunity pass unimproved, where
in he could gratify the special passion
of his being.
There came a time, however, when
the exercise of this peculiarity brought
upon him an ordeal so sharp that it
cured his unfortunate propensity, to
the great joy of his family and friends.
The process was disagreeable, but the
cure was effectual ami permanent.
One day Peter had been at work a
few miles from his home. After his
day’s labor was fiuis'ned, his employer
invited him to partake of an evening
meal with him; this invitation Peter
accepted, and then, his system fortified
by a hearty supper, he commenced his
journey homeward.
The path which Peter trod that night
would lead one to-day through cultiva
ted fields, and by many pleßsant farms,
but then it was an unbroken forest.
It was a dark cold, December night.
The wind swept fitfully among the great
pines and beeches; strange, moaning
sounds went sobbing through the for
est ; now and then an owl uttered its
hoarse cry, or the sudden rattling of
the dead leaves told when some timid
nnimal scurried away from the sound
of footsteps.
Rut Peter was strong, stout-hearted,
and trudged quietly along, without pay r
ing much attention to the sighs and
sounds around him, until he had achiev
ed, perhaps, one-half of his journey,
when suddenly his ears caught the
sound of horse's feet descending the
long rocky path behind him. Gradu
ally the sounds drew nearer, until the
sharp, peculiar voice of the horseman
could be heard urging the beast to a
faster gait.
“ Ah, all!” said Peter to himself, as
lie heard familiar tones, “that is Uncle
Toni Barry.”
Now, Uncle Tom and Peter were
neighbors —that is to say, their clearings
lay about a mile apart; and none knew
better than Peter that the old man was
naturally of a timid disposition, and
furthermore that nothing inspired him
with greater fear, nothing which he
would not rather meet, than a wolf.
No sooner, therefore, had Peter become
convinced that the horseman behind
was his neighbor, than he resolved to
use his knowledge of Uncle Tom’s fail
ing as the means of working out what
he considered would be a capital joke.
His plans were soon laid, and he pro
ceeded to put them into execution.
Creeping through the undergrowth
which bordered his path, he crouched
down and patiently awaited the ap
proach of his victim. lie had not
waited long before Uncle Tom, his horse
at a sharp trot and himself casting
timid glances around, arrived opposite
his place of concealment. Peter al
lowed him to pass a few paces, and
then springing forward on his hands
and knees, he uttered one or two snarl
ing yelps, instantly followed by the
loud, clear gathering cry of the wolves.
The effect upon Uncle Tom wa3 elec
trical. Springing half-way out of his
saddle, he uttered a scream of terror,
and then stooping until his head nearly
touched the mane, he plunged his spurs
into the horse's flanks and was off
down the road like a shot. As for Pe
ter, he rolled over on his back, and
kicked his heels in huge enjoyment of
his success. Loud and long he laugh
ed, occasionally varying the perform
ance by making the forest ring with a
repetition of the wild, savage cry that
had struck such terror into Uncle Tom’s
timid heart. But there is an end to all
things, and so after awhile there was an
end to Peter’s mirth, and lie, wiping his
(eyes, regained the path, and was about
to resume his journey, when he heard a
sound that sent cold shivers coursing
over his body, and almost froze the
jjlopd in his veins. The wolves had
heard his successful imitation of their
pnusic, and were coming down in full
pry upon him.
In an instant hp realized bis position
an 4 peril. From the sounds he knew
that the wolves were coming down on
either side of the path he had just trav
eled, and, therefore, the nearest point
of safety was his own clearing, more
than a mile away.
All this passed through his mind like
flash, and then, calling all his energies
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VOL. IV—NO. HI.
into play, he dashed down the path
with scarcely less speed and terror than
had Uncle Tom Rarry himself. Peter
was a famous runner, and had come off
victor in many a trial of speed when
the people had come together for a log
rolling, but this was no holiday game.
He was not taxing his muscle to win
the applause of admiring frieuds, or to i
gratify an ambition to excel.
The race was for life.
Down the long slope that led to Pil
kin’s Hollow, and up the ascent be
yond, fled Peter, while hardly a hun
dred yards behind came A yelping,
snarling pack hungry and fierce. The
life of an unarmed man would not be
worth a minute's purchase, could they
once surround him. This Peter ac
knowledged to himself, as a thought
entered his mind of standing on the
defensive, so he abandoned the thought,
before it was fully formed, and braced
himself anew for flight.
Down another long slope, across a
broad sheet of ice at its foot, and Letli
erbee’s Hill, with its long, steep ascent,
lay before him. He shuddered as he
glanced up at its rugged side, for be
felt that bis strength would scarcely
suffice to carry him to the top.
Still lie kept on, it seemed
madness to hope, for his pursuers had
gained upon him fearfully ; he knew it
by the beating of their footsteps, but,
with energies inspired by mortal terror,
he ran on, hoping only to gain the brow
of the hill, for there the ground became
more open, and his own cabin was but
a few yards beyond. He felt sure that
his pursuers would not follow him be
yond the summit; but could he reach
it before they would close upon him ?
No not by his own exertions, for just
as the thought passed through his mind
his foot Caught Under a gnarled root
that extended across the way, and he
fell heavily forward, his head struck the
frozen ground, and lie lay senseless.
When Peter recovered consciousness
he found himself hanging over the
broad shoulders of his brother John,
and about to enter his own door. Here
he soon collected his scattered senses,
and was able to listen intelligently to
his brother's account of his rescue.
Uncle Tom Rarry, in his flight, had
stopped at the cabin long enough to
shout through the window that the
wolves were out, and then hurried on.
John, who lived with his brother, know
ing that Peter must come the same
path, took his gun and walked out to
the edge of the forest, where he halted
to listen. But a short time elapsed be
fore he heard the sound of the pursued
and pursuers, and rushing down the
hill, lie arrived upon the scene just in
time to leap between Peter’s prostrate
form and the wolves, the foremost of
which was less titan ten feet distant.
Taking steady aim, he sent a bullet in
to the creature’s brain, and then, while
the pack were fighting over the dead
body of their comrade, he slung Peter
over his back, and gained the open
ground in safety.
Peter frankly told the whole trutli
about the affair from beginning to end,
and concluded the story with the em
phatic assertion that as long as he
lived he would never be guilty of an
other practical joke, a vow which he
faithfully kept.
A Conscientious Man.
The other day, over at the Alameda
baths, a timid and retiring-looking man
waited until the superintendent was
disengaged, and then said to him : “ I
do hate to give any one trouble, but
have you got along stick or pole of any
kind you could lend me ?” No, sir ; I
told you so ten minutes ago,” snapped
the overdriven official. “So you did,”
replied the man, “butl thought I’d ask
you just once more. I guess now I’ve
done my duty in the matter. Don’t
you think so ?” “ What matter ? What
on earth are you talking about ?” Why,
you see, my mother-in-law dived off
down there at the deep end about half
an hour ago, and as she hasn’t come up
yet, I thought I’d like to tell my wife
that I had sorter jabbed round on the
bottom for her awhile, anyway ; but if
I can’t, why I suppose I can’t, that’s
all,” And pensively writing her ad
dress on a tag, to he tied to the old
ladv when she came up, the conscien
tious man walked thoughtfully away.
HARTWELL. GA., WEDNESDAY. MARCH 31. 1880.
Col. Seaborn Beese.
Sparta lthmarhtr
We publish below an extract from an
editorial letter which appeared in the
Columbian. Col. Ifcese is, in sb’far as
we know, not a candidate for any olficc
in the gift of the people, lie is not a
seeker, inf tUo anxious acceptation of
the term, nor in any sense that implies
desire on his part, to hold office. He be
lieves in the old doctrine that office
should seek the man, and we trust that
it will seek him early and find him:
ness in visiting the place, we ascertain
ed the fact incidentally that there is
some dissatisfaction injregard to’the at
titude recently assumed by Mr. Steph
ens. In view of this faherculean
eflTorts will be made to send a man to
Congress in bis stead whose Democra
cy is unquestioned. Col. Seaborn
Iteese, the efficient Solicitor General of
that circuit, son of Judge Augustus
Reese, of Madison, has been selected
as a suitable person to go before the
nominating convention. This is the
course mapped out by the young men
of that section ;weknow not if it meets
tig: approval of the older heads, and we
may as well remark, parenthetically
that it seems to be a matter of little
concern to the young men whether it
does or not. Col. Reese, with cliarac
acteristic modesty. Is backward about
letting his name go before the conven
tion as a competitor against the great
statesman, but his friends ftre deter
mined. Foreseeing the urgent neces
sity fof a yottng and active man to rep
resent the Bth district, every efTort will
lie put forth to have Col. Reese nomi
nated. Perhaps no young man in the
State lias become so popular in so short
a time* As Solicitor, we learn lie has
given universal satisfaction, and stands
deservedly high. Wherever lie goes he
inak fMvorahl- and his
friends are mn\\”
Ten Reasons Against Swearing.
1. It is mean. A man of high-toned
morals would as soon steal a sheep.
2. It is vulgar. Altogether too low
for a noble character.
3. It is ungentlemanly. A gentle
man, according to Webster, is a genteel
man ; well-bred ; refined. Such a man
would sooner make mud pies in the
street than swear.
4. It is indecent. Offensive to del
icacy, and unfit for human ears.
5. It is foolish. All other sins, like
theft, have momentary benefits. Rut
this has none. The swearer bites Sa
tan’s bare hook.
6. It is abusive. To the one who
conceives the oath, the tongue that ut
ters it, and the person at whom it is
aimed.
7. It is venomous. The swearer’s
heart is like a nest of vipers; when he
swears one sticks out its head,
8. It is contemptible. It forfeits the
respect of all the truly wise and good.
9. It is wicked. Violating the law
and provoking the displeasure of Jeho
vah.
10. It is cowardly. Implying a fear
of not being believed or obeyed.
How Coffee Came to be Used.
It is somewhat singular to trace the
manner in which arose the use of the
common beverage of coffee, without
which few persons, in any half or fully
civilized country in the world, make
breakfast. At the time Columbus dis
covered America, it had never been
known or used. It grew only in Ara
bia and Upper Ethiopia. The discov
ery of its use as a beverage is ascribed
to the Superior of a monastery in Ara
bia, who, desirous of preventing the
monks from sleeping at their nocturnal
services, made them drink the infusion
of coffee upon the reports of shepherds,
who observed that their flocks were
more lively after browsing on the fruit
of that plant. Its reputation spread
through the adjacent countries, and in
two hundred years it reached Paris. A
single plant brought therein 1714, be
came the parent stock of all the French
coffee plantations in the West Indies.
The Dutch iutroduced it into Java and
the East Indies. The extent of the con
sumption now can scarcely be realized.
The United States alone annually con
sume it at the cost, at its landing, of
from 9 15,000,000 to 9 16,000,000.
Devoted to Hart County.
One H*jr to Catch Will Duck,
I have seen in India, writes a trav
eler, native fishermen catch wild dnek
and tenl in an ingenious manner. Say
that there is a Urge, deep, tank, with a
reedy in.WgiiV, and that In the center of
this tank there is n flock of wiMfbwl.
The fisherman stealthily approaches
the reeds and lets himself down into
the witter. He brings with him a cou
ple of logs of wood, sufficient to float
him ; a very large earthen’ pot. into the
sides of which numerous holes have
been drilled ; some twine and two or
three tame ducks; and having these,
he now proceeds to out some of the
tank-side rushes.
After this, he goes on to put his head
inside the inverted earthenware pot,
around which lie artfully disposes the
rushes. He goes on then to fasten the
pot to his shoulders, and to tie the
tame ducks to the logs of wood, by
slack strings a few feet long, and next
ventures out of the rushes, and paddles
noiselessly off to the flock of wild-fowl
in the centre of the tank. These only
sec a heap of rushes, an inverted earth
enware pot, and a couple of logs of
wood floating toward them. Whatever
suspicions they may be apt to enter
tain, are quickly dispelled by the sight
of the tame ducks swimming about the
pot, logs and rushes.
The fisherman at length gets into the
center of the flock, and it is at once at
his mercy. All he has to do is quietly
to stretch out his hand under water,
and pull suddenly down by tiie legs
the nearest wild-fowl. He does this
with a jerk—there is no noise and no
flutter—and the moment he has the
wild-fowl he has captured fairly down,
he wrings its neck and attaches it to
the twine about his person. Half an
hour is quite sufficient for him to kill a
hundred wild-fowl; but he prefers a
load to carry to his neighboring
village, so he satisfies himself with, say
a score, and floats away with his tame
ducks round him just in the manner he
came.
Killed at tho Marriage Altar.
In the midst of the great events of
the war, such incidents as the following
were comparatively unnoticed, and left
to be long afterward related in print:
Miss Annie Pickens, daughter of the
Governor of South Carolina, was to be
married April 22, 1863, in Charleston,
to Lieutenant Andrew de Rochelle.
The wedding party was assembled iu
the Pickens residence, and the clergy
man was asking the bride if she was
ready, when a shell from a Union gun
in the harbor broke into the room and
burst. Nine persons were hurt, but
only Miss I’icken’s wound proved fatal.
She bore the pain with wonderful forti
tude, and was unmoved when informed
that she had only an hour or two to
live. De Rochelle said that he would
like to have her die his wife, and the
poor girl smiled sadly in assent. The
guest remembered the scene as far
more pitiful than they can describe.
The bride lay on a sofa, her white dress
dabbled in blood and her hair dishevell
ed, while her pallid face was so wrung
with agony that her efforts to smile be
came futile. The ceremony was hur
riedly performed, though the bride's
“ Yes" was in a faint, labored whisper,
and her lips hardly moved in response
to her husband’s kiss. She died imme
diately afterward.
He Drinks.
Talmagt.
Tell me a young man drinks and I
know the rest. Let him become cap
tive of the wine cup and he is the cap
tive of all other vices. No man ever
runs drunkenness alone. That is one
of the crows that goes in a;
flock. If that beak is ahead, you may
know the other beaks follow. In other
words, strong drink unbalances and de
thrones, and makes him the prey of all
appetites that choose to alight upon
his soul. There is not a piece of sin
upon this continent but finds its chief
abettor in the places of inebriety.
There is a drinking place before it, or
behind it. or a bar over it. “You see
how they escape legal penalty; they
are licensed to sell liquor.” Then I
thought within myself, the court which
licenses the sale of intoxicating liquor,
licenses gambling bouses, licenses dis-
51.50 Per Annum.
eases, licenses death, all crimes, ail suf
fering, all disasters, all woes. It is the
Legislature and courts who swing wide
open this grinding, roaring, stupendous
gate of the lost.
The (fame of Fifteen rs. Twenty.
Ihlrmt /> I'rtai.
“What is this puzzle of “fifteen”
they are all talking about?" asked Mrs.
Melrose, ns her husband dropped into
his easy chair the other evening.
“ Well, I'll explain the principle of
it,” lie replied. ‘‘Suppose, now, you
ask me for sls to buy a bonnet?"
“,Yes, that would.buy a common bon
net.”
“ I gite you the Money.”
‘‘Oh, yes ! very much you do! I’d
like to see myself get sls out of you for
any such thing. You'd have about a
thousand excuses, keep me waiting a
month nnd thenTgivc me about $7 to
buy a bonnet and a ton of coal together."
“As I I give you that
$15,” he went on, u shade of sadness
crossing his face,
“ Yes, in your mind.”
‘‘ Now the game is to make that fls
| get 15 different articles, instead of one.
You could buy me three white shirts,
five collars, a pair of socks, a silk hand
kerchief, audit ncwpijie, making eleven
articles. Your bonnet would make
twelve, aud/the other three articles
could be shoes for the children. Thou
sands of loving wives arc playing the
game.”
“ They are, elt! Well, let ’em play !
When I get my hands on sls of your
money I’ll march down and play the
game of twenty.”
“ What’s that, dear?”
‘‘ Why, I’ll pay out all I've got and
run you in debt $5 more !”
A Lawyer bulldozed.
A Pittahnror h.wver had a ease on his
docket in which, umong other things.
lie wished to prove that his client had
no money, and to that end he cross
questioned one of the opponent’s wit
nesses as follows:
“ You asked my client for money,
did you not ?”
“ Well—yes, sir.”
“ Answer promptly’, sir. Let us have
no hesitation. You asked him for
money —now what was his answer ?”
“ I don't know as I can tell.”
“ Rut surely you remember.”
“ Yes, sir.”
“ Then out with it. What was his
answer ?’’
“ I'd rather not tell.”
“ 110 ! ho ! You are on the tack, are
you? You won't tell ?”
“ I should rather not, sir.”
“But I should rather you would. So,
sir, if you do not answer my questions
promptly and truthfully, I'll call upon
the court to commit you for contempt.”
“ Well, if I must tell talcs out of
school, here you have it. I asked him
yesterday’ if he could lend me half a
dollar, and he told me he could not.”
“ And you believed him, did you
not ?”
“Yes, sir; for he said you had rob
bed him of every cent of his ready
money, and if he didn't get out of
your hands pretty soon, his wife and
little ones would come to—”
“ That will, do sir; you can step
down off the stand.”
Strongest Man In the World.
The strongest man in the world is
an Italian named Angelo Cardela, who
lives in Reno, Nevada. He is five feet
ten inches high, weighs 190 pounds, is
a day laborer, of temperate habits, has
a broad, heavy, good-natured face, an
extraordinary development of chest,
and large, fleshy hands. When stripped,
his most remarkable feature is his
spinal column, which seems double,
and is twice the usual width, while all
his bones and joints are very large. He
can lift, and has repeatedly lifted,
with one finger—the third of his right
hand —men weighing from 150 to 200
pounds, by placing bis finger under the
hollow of one of their feet, and so car
rying them around a room. lie can
strike a blow with his fist with a power
of 500 pounds, as measured on a regis
ter. Like roost very muscular men, be
is amiable of disposition, quiet in man
ner and particularly fond of peace.
WHOLE NO. IST.
A UTTER OF BABIES.
n tl(Srl t o Sk Fr mm U Mrs
VroM.
Unrt/urd IX inm.
Wa are indebted to Constable Pbelpm
of this city for a copy of the Colonial
Standard, published at Picton, Nova
Scotia, containing *iv account of fWa
babies at one birth. Mr. Phelps, who*
was on a visit to Nova Scotia, saw the
babies after death. The Standard says ;
(* Siwatay morning lust, February
15, l>r, William Fraser, of New Gins
gow, was smTHWoned to a ease of tant
wifery *C the residence of Mr. Adam
Murray, in the aettFeroent called Egypt,
about four miles from New Glasgow,,
on the Gfetvfnlloch rood. Mr. Murray's
family, at the time of ilic doctor's ar-
I rival, consisted of flve children, Hires
girls awl Iwolmys, nil perfectly form
ed but very miniature specimens of Im
munity. Three of the children were
reported dead osi Ihe evening of thw
first day. and on Monday a fourth. A
large number of people have gone to
see the most woisivrlVrl progeny. (>i*
Monday the fonr dead ones were laid
side by side in a neat rosewood casket,
part of a series of gifts from man}' of
the townspeople. The following is a
statement of the respective lengths uud
weights of the little cherubs (we take
the undertaker’s fibres as to dimen
sions, ns ho has assured us that lie
measured with great exactness) •
I.natfth. Wright,
Longnit M IntTir* 3 lb*. 14 minor*
Srronil I.'ik hirlir*. J 11m. 0 au* mm
Til ini 154 liarhim. 3 llm. 4 ounce*
Fourlli , MS Inchon. :111m. • oimrr*
KilUi. Lt| iuctitv* *A Hm touiKW
The last mentioned, the .smallest, a girl,
was the first-horn of the quintuple* and
is the one that has survived. The dead
ones were to have hern lmriod Wed'*
nesday afternoon. On Tuesday Mr. J.
R. 1\ Frazier, photographer, took a
number of good negatives of the chil
dren, living and dead, and will shortly
publish their picture* which he intend*
to have copyrighted. The mother, who
lias doubtless rendered this province
famous by an event that has only one
or two counterparts in history, is a
strong, healthy woman of a little over
30 years of age. She has seventeen
brothers and sisters, her mother, who is
living, giving birth to eighteen chil
dren, twins three times.
The father is an ordinury-looking
sample of physical development; in
A **‘ 1 • 1 *• • alntilf*
and bodily proportions. Persons who
have seen the children describe them
as postively beautiful, the dead ones
more resembling works of art in wax
than natural-horn members of our race.
All the children are now dead, tho
last one dying on Wednesday last.
The remains were visited by hundred*
of people, who left with the parent*
substantial tokens of their visits.
A Model Letter.
The following is an exact copy of a
letter on file in the postoffice depart
ment. It was received in obedience to
orders to postmasters to make qunrterly
reports of the condition of their offices.
The record mils to disclose what became
of the postmaster after writing this let
ter. It is supposed tho effort killed him.
fulton Cos ills
.July the i) 1857.
mister jntnes buckanin, president ot
United States Deer Hur Bean required
by the instructions of the post office to
report qunrtly i now foolfil 1 that plcasiu
duty l>v reportiti as follows. The Har
vestin lias been gnin on petty, and most
of the imbors have got their cutlin
abought dun corn is yellowish and wont
turn out more than Ten to fifteen boosh
ilsto the aker tlieheulth of the coin uni*
tie is only Tolerbly meesils and colery
have brok outin about 2 and a half
miles from here, thair air a powerful
uwakeniu on the subjecof religuu in the
putts naborhood, and meny souls arc be
ing made to knew there sins furgivin
miss nancy Smith a neer nabor had
twins day before yisterday one of them
is supposed to be a seven mouther is a
a ponr scraggy thing and wont live half
itsdav this is about awl i know and have
to report the presseut quarter giv my re
specks to Mrs Buckcannin and subscrib
miself yoors Trooley
Abigal jenkins
p. m. at fulton Cos ills
In order to grow in grace, we must
be much alone. It is not in society
even Christian society- that the soul
grows most vigorously. In one single
quiet liour of prayer, it will often make
more progress than in days of company
with others. It is in the desert that the
dew falls freshest and the air is purest.
IIOKATIO BONAH.
A certain bald-headed man had a
large spider painted on the top of his
head in fly-time, and the first day it
scared his wife into a fit, and he was
knocked out of his chair three times
by people who wanted to kill the poi
soning insect, without alarming the old
gentleman by telling him it was there