Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

REMARKABLE SHOOTINCh, . . roar Caribou. Oat of Fire at Lon* »BU»« instance*. . _ rtv of four of us left Bath for the A ?7 a rt <rf Maine few a four days’ opP !; I1 ,* trip. There was one man among Richardson, U. S. a Fort Popham, Me., still in the A*< Q n the third morning three of sergeant, another and myself— ’*Tllfnn together in search of game, ■ mow filing thick, but calm; no th ®d had not 80110 moro than a from camp when we saw on the ridge (a hillside) five caribous | Ending in BQob an open P lace that Sag alniost impossible to get nearer to them without being seen. After a wait L, some time for them to change their I nosition, that we might advance and get « shot of more certainty, our silence _ aa broken by the sergeant’s remark that he had killed deer as far away as that, and thought he could kill one of fe We all agreed to let him take a shot ,Dd estimated the distance at 500 yards. When he got in his position, which he calls the Texas grip, and ejecting the one on the right told ns to look out for him, at the crack of his rifle, to my great surprise, down came tbe animal with his back broken. The others, being bewildered, ran in a circle like, coming to a standstill somewhat nearer to us— nil hands estimated 450 yards Again he selected the one on the right, and at the crack of the gun again the animal dropped, shot through the heart The other three leaned off in another direc tion, as we estimated, 600 yards. Then the sergeant adjusted hia sights to that distance, and to my great surprise he killed the third one. The other two sep arated and one of them came back near to the first one that was shot, when he stood broadside to us, and the sergeant . fired, but shot low and broke both front legs just above the knee. After a little skirmishing about in the brush We found him, and one more shot from the old springfield rifle, with tbe sergeant behind it, gave us four out of five cari bous and only five shots fired, and by only one man at that. We went into camp with flying colors and were the center of attraction th*at evening. One of the party inquired of the ser geant where he had obtained such profi ciency in marksmanship, when he pulled his coat open and exhibited a splendid gold badge from the army, a distin guished marksman’s medal, won by him in 1889 in the division competition of the army, department of the east. Our party were on this hunt for several days and killed six deer, two elks and four caribous, of which Sergeant Bich * ardson killed four caribous, three deer and one elk, and he killed them all over 800 yards, except one deer, which he shot on the run and about 150 yards’ distance, breaking its neck.—J. 8. Jones, U. 8. A., Retired, in Army and Navy Journal. ELEPHANT CURIOSITY. Aa Animal Which Standi With It* F*e« Imbedded In Rock*. On the Miles Wilbur farm, less than two miles from PAlmyra, Wia, nearly midway between Bald bluff and the Curelian spring, on a wild, rooky hill side of the Kettle range of bluffs, may be found a huge rook known far and near as the “stone elephant.” It is annually visited by large num bers of people, some of whom pronounce it a petrified elephant of monster size, but the theory most generally believed is that it was hewed out of the solid rock in whioh it seemed imbedded cen turies ago by some prehistoric race. ' As if to substantiate this latter theory, from time to time many valuable tools, relics and implements unknown to the people of this age have been found about its base and in that immediate vicinity. It is about 20 feet long, 6 or 8 feet high, of a dark gray color and weighs hun dreds of tons. The body only is above the level of the ground, its legs being deeply sunk below, holding it firmly in a standing position. A tradition believed by many is that around this huge stone the Indians gathered to offer sacrifice to the Great Spirit and burn their prisoners at the stake or make them the victims of slow torture known only to the Indians. It is a long established and generally be lieved theory that in this immediate vi cinity and about Bald bluff and the big spring were some of their most famous battlefields and hunting ground*—Bos ton Transcript. Hi* Furlough. “What is a furlough?” asked a Co lumbus (O.) teacher. “It means a mule, ” was the reply of Mary. “Oh, no/’ replied the teacher, “it doesn’t mean a mule. ” “Indeed, it does,” said Mary. “I have a book at home that says so.” “Well, ” said the teacher, now thor oughly interested, “you may bring the book to school, and we’ll see about it.” The next day Mary brought the book, and in some triumph opened to a page where there was a picture of a soldier standing beside a mule. Below the pic ture were the words, “Going Home on His Furlough. ” —Exchange. Isaac Bromley** Wit. One evening Isaao Bromley was at a billiard room, accompanied by a friend. An accomplished amateur was display ing marvelous skill at the game. At Ike’s request the friend introduced him to the player. “Mr. Squat,” said Ike, “really you are one of the most remark able players I ever met. ” “Scott,” said the player and the friend simultaneous ly. “No,” said Ike gravely and firmly, “a man who can play billiards like that must spell his name with a q. ” Exchange. A Chance For Inventor*. Johnny Hay—What kinds of engage ment ring d’ye sell? Polite Jeweler—All kinds. Johnny Hay—Well, I want one a girl can’t sneak out of.—Jewelers’ Weakly. ■ t vi A FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPHER. Mrs. Cameren, Who Was a Friend of Hinehel and Tennyson. In The Century V. O. Scott O’Con nor has an article on “Mrs. Cameron. Her Friends and Her Photographs. ** Mr. O’Connor says: A feature of her personality whioh lay at the root of her great success as a photographer was her love of all that was beautiful. * * She was always took by a face, ” as an old woman in Freshwater who remembers hertout it to me. Charles Turner said tire same thing in poet’s language when he told her, in the sonnet he addressed to her on leaving the isle of Wight after a visit, that she “loved all loveliness.” In obedience to this Impulse she invariably stopped and spoke to any one, however unknown, whether in a great London thoroughfare or a village lane, whose beauty attracted her. “I am Mrs. Cameron, ” she would say. “Perhaps you have heard of me. You would oblige me very much if you would let me photograph you. Will you let me do so?” And by such bold and unconventional means she prevailed on many, absolute strangers though they were, to sit to her. One of her models captured in this way was a young. lady come.as a sum mervisitor to Freshwater. Mrs. Camer on, engrossed at that time in some re markably fine studies illustrative of the -‘ldylls of the King, ” was at a loss for a model for Queen Guinevere. But the advent of the fair stranger settled all her doubts Here was a beauty suited to her purpose, and within the hour she had carried her off to lunch and subse quent photography.- i-; ' The lady proved a most kind and in defatigable model. The village postman had already been secured for King Ar thur. and Mrs Cameron’s picture of him in this character is one of the best things in the collection. A friend, going one day to Dimbola, found the young lady looking rather fatigued. ‘‘Oh,’’she said, with an expressive gesture, “l am so tired. ” ; Supposing her fatigue was the result of a long walk on a midsummer day, my friend made some suitable reference to the matter, but the young lady an swered with a smile: “Oh, no. I have not been for a walk. I have been lying on the floor for the last two hours, clutching the postman’s ankle. ” Mrs. Cameron, ever kind and un selfish, possessed the faculty of bringing out such qualities in others. In 1879 she died, a few months after Tier last re turn to Ceylon. - “As the day died, ” her sons wrote to Lord Tennyson, “as the day died on Sunday, January the 26th, the sweet,- tender, gracious spirit of our beloved mother passed away in peace.” No death could have been more calm, more beautiful, than hers Lincoln’* “Selfishness.** Mr. Lincoln once remarked to a fellow passenger on the old time mud wagon coach on the corduroy road which ante dated railroads that all men were prompted by selfishness in doing good or evil. His fellow passenger was an tagonizing his position, when they were passing over a corduroy bridge that spanned a slough. As they crossed this bridge and the mud wagon was shaking like • Sucker with chills, they espied an old razorbacked sow on the bank of the slough, making a terrible noise be cause her pigs had got into the slough and were unable to get out and In dan ger of drowning. As the old coach be gan to climb the hillside Mr. Lincoln called out, “Driver, can’t you stop just a moment?” The driver replied, “If the other feller don’t object” Tne “other feller” —who was no less a personage than at that time Colonel E. D. Baker, the gallant general who gave his life in defense of Old Glory at Ball’s Bluff—did not “object, ” when Mr. Lincoln jumped out, ran back to the slough and began to lift the little pigsout of the mud and water and place them on the bank. When he returned, Colonel Baker re marked, “Now, Abe, wheredoes selfish ness come in on this little episode?” “Why, bless you soul, Ed, that was the very essence of selfishness. I would have had.no peace of mind all day had I gone on and left that suffering old sow worrying over those pigs. I did it to get peace of mind, don’t you see?”—Spring field (Ills.) Monitor. Payin* tbe Cook. In old times to dine with a nobleman cost more in tips to the servants than a club dinner. James Payn relates that Lord Poor, a well named Irish peer, ex cused himself from dining with the Duke of Ormond upon the ground that he could not afford it. "If you will give me the guinea I have to pay your cook (fancy!), I will come as often as you choose to ask me," which was ao oordingly done. The duke, however, had not the pluck to rtop tbe practice. Lord Taafe, a general officer in the Austrian service, did what he could. He always attended his guests to the door. When they put their hands into their pockets, he said: “No. If you do give it, give it to me, for it was I who paid for your dinner- ” To Sir Timothy Waldo must be given the credit of putting an end to the monstrous practice. After dinner with the Duke of Newcastle he put a crown into the cook’s hand. It was re jected. “I do not take silver, sir.” “Very good, and I do not give gold." This courageous rejoinder “caught on,” and the day of vails to cooks was over. A Shrewd Cyclist. An eminent queen’s counsel is said to take his bicycle exercise in the fol lowing fashion: He goes out every night, but he always rides before the wind, and consequently the direction of. his ride depends upon the wind. He al ways comes back by train.—London Telegraph. Early Training. “It seems strange that they should make such a vulgar display of their wealth." “Oh, I don’t know—be started as a window dresser. ’’—Chicago Journal >«* • - CATNIP AT THE ZOO. Tigers oa« Jaguar* Q.t Their First Taste of the Food. An armful of fresh grocn catnip was plucked from thj golf grounds of the Ex moorclub at Highland park. It was taken to Lincoln park and permission was asked Os Animal Keeper De Vry to try the effects of the green stuff on the feline member* of his family. This herb, which does not grow, so far as is known, in the haunt* of the cousins to the cats, created a great sen sation at the zoo. Perhaps the most aston ishing incident connected with the tour of the cages happened just as the visitor with his big bundle of catnip left the office of the keeper tn the animal house. The scent of the plant filled the whole place, and as> soon as it had reached the parrots’ earner the two gaudily attired macaws set up a noise that drowned thought and made for the side of the cage, poking,, their beaks and claws through When the catnip was brought near them, they became nearly frantic. They were given some and de voured it, stem, leaf and blossom, with an avidity commensurate with the noise of 'their voices. The keeper and the catnip carrier then made for the cage of Billy, the African leopard. Now, Billy, so far as is known, had never before smelled or seen a leaf of the plant. Before the front of his cage was reached he had bounded from the shelf whereon he lay apparently asleep and stood expectant, alert and with brightened eyes at the bars of his cage. This African ex otic went simply insane. The man with the catnip purposely waited for a few min utes before he poked any of the green leaves and yellowish white flowers of the plant through to the big cat. Finally a double handful of catnip was passed through to the floor of the den. Never was the prey of this African dweller in his wild state pounced upon more rap idly or with more absolutely savage enjoy ment. First Billy ate a mouthful of the catnip, then he lay fiat on his back and wriggled his sinuous length through the green mass until his black spotted, yellow hide was permeated with the odor of the plant from shoulders to tall tip. Then Billy sat on a bunch of tho catnip, caught a leaf laden stem up in either paw and rubbed his cheeks, chin, nose, eyes and head. Heated with his exertions he exuded catnip at every pore. He ate an additional mouthful or two of the stuff and then jumped back to his shelf, where he lay the very picture of satiety and contentment In the tigers’ cage there is a young but full grown animal captured within 18 months in the jungles of India. Helsa powerful brute and one with whom even the keepers do not seek a close acquaint ance. When this great, surly beast in haled the first sniff of the catnip, he began to mew like a kitten. Prior to this the softest note of his voice had been one which put the roar of the big maned South African lion to shame. That vicious tiger and his kindly dlspositioned old mate fair ly reveled in the liberal allowance of the plant which was thrust into their cage. They rolled about in it and played together like 6-week-old kittens. They mewed and purred, evidently discussing the question as to what this strange plant was which gave them a variety of pleasure never be fore experienced. They tossed it about, ate of it and after getting about as liberal a dose as had Billy the leopard they like wise leaped to their respective shelves and blinked lazily at the sun. The big lion Major was cither too dig nified or too lazy to pay more than passing attention to the bunch of catnip which fell to his lot He ate a mouthful or two of it and then licked his chops' in a “that’s not half bad” way, and then went back to his nap. The three baby lions quarreled over their allowance and ate it every bit, but they could not be beguiled, despite their tender years, into frolicking over the presence of the plant.—Chicago Times- Herald. ■ Photograph of Cape Horn. Ever since Cape Horn’s existence has been known efforts have been made to get a picture of it. Artists have gone down there and some have been fortunate enough to secure a few rough sketches, but an actual reproduction of the spot did not ex ist until a few days ago. This was when a negative made by Captain Rivers of the ship A. J. Ropes was developed. The southernmost point of South Amer ica is, for a piece of barren land, the best known in all the world. Everybody who can read knows of Cape Horn and for some mysterious reason takes an Interest in it. Os course the great writers of sea stories have done their share to make the spot famous, but there seems to be some reason deeper than all this. Why would ft not be an easy matter to make a picture of Cape Horn? There are a dozen reasons outside of the photographic ones, and they alone are enough to deter the camera op erator from attempting it. In the first place, it is not always possi ble to see Cape Horn even though the ship is only a few miles away. Storms nearly always prevail at that end of the world, and the atmosphere is likely to be hazy. When the water is comparatively calm, there 18 likely to be a fog. During the sea sons of the heavy, dry winds and clear weather no ship would dare venture with in sight of the Horn. At other times the light is likely to be poor and so make a picture impossible. And then, when all conditions are favorable, tbe chances are there will bo no camera aboard the ship that happens to be there at the opportune time. Photographically, the principal difficulty would be lack of light and contrast. Un der ordinary conditions a plate exposed on Cape Horn would lyveal very little, if in deed it gave so much as an outline. The chances are that the water in the fore ground would show and tho distance ap pear only as a line of fog.—San Francisco Call. Taking No Chance*. A citizen of a small town on the line of the Illinois Central railroad in Mississippi was in the railroad station a day or two since when the operator received a tele gram from this city intended for a mer chant of the Mississippi town. “The yellow fever seems to be getting ahead nicely, ” remarked the operator. •“How’s that?” inquired the citizen. “Just got a telegram from New Orleans, and it”— “Is that telegram from New Orleans?’ “Yes. Why?” ’ “Never mind why. You just keep away from. ma I don’t want to got near that there yaller paper. That’s why. And look here, young feller, if you take any more of them things, you’ll get run out of town, and don’t you forget it I’m going to re port you to the board, you see if I don’t” And away went the panic stricken inno cent posthaste to sound the direful alarm. —New Orleans Times-Democrat. Another Trial. Tramp—Try me onct more, jedge. Judge—That’s about what I’m doing.— A BULLET IN HIS HEART. Chari** N.lton Has Thu* Lived filno* July 1, and He May Becover. Charles Neluon’a heart will carry weight to the end of its race with time. An ounce of lead is tbe handicap, and the most dar ing <* surgeons would shake his head if the South Side cyclist were to ask to be relieved of his burden and allowed to run tut his race like other men. If three skiagraph* of the injured man’s chest can be trusted, the bullet which pierced his breast on the night of July 1 in Washington park lodged in the septum of his heart—the fourfold partition of muscular fiber that divides the Interior of that organ into auricles and ventricles, right and left. There it throbs up and down 100,000 times a day, bidding defi ance with every pulsation to the law made of doctors that tbe touch of hoetile metal to a man’s heart brings death. For Nel son has gone back to his boarding house, and except for tho pain attendant upon the healing of the wound in the outer wall of his thorax, he has nothing to remind him of his excursion up to the gates of death. Tho three negatives all show the same dense, blaok spot, whioh, according to Dr. Otto Schmidt, who made them, marks tho location of the bullet which crashed full into the sternum and loot itself in the masses of muscle that lie just beneath. The spot is not sharply defined and clear in outline as are the shadow records usual ly made by bits of metal when subjected to tbe X rays. The irregularity, experts say, is certain evidence that tbe leaden pellet is imbedded in muscular tissue, whose movements blurred the image. In two of the skiagraphs, the front view and the back view, the shadow of the bullet falls in tbe same place—almost exactly in the center of the thorax and almost mid way between the ends of the fourth pair of ribs. 'ln the profile view of Nelson’s thorax the location of the black spot shows that the bullet penetrated 2X inches of cartilage and muscle before it was stopped. Where it entered the thorax, the pericardium, which incloses the heart, touches the sternum, itself less than an inch in thickness. The only conclusion that can be drawn, the surgeons say, is that the other inch and a half of its path was plowed through the fibers of the heart. The extreme thickness of the ventricular walls of the heart is one half inch, while the walls of the auricles are even thinner, so that unless it lodged in the fibers of the heart it would be impossible, the surgeons say, for the lead to plunge forward an inch and a half without puncturing one of the cavities of the heart. That it did puncture the wall of the heart at any point in its flight Dr. Hall of the Chicago hospital thinks unlikely because of the relatively small hemorrhage Nelson suf fered after the shooting and because of the position of the bullet In the skiagraphs—a little above a lateral line drawn through the heart. , The theory that the bullet lodged in the pericardium is equally untenable. Dr. Hall thinks—and tbe fact that the bullet did not puncture either of the lungs, which approach within an inch of the hole in the sternum, proves—that it did not encounter either of the side walls. About the only place that it could have pushed even an inch into tbe organ without rupturing the wall beyond repair is at the junction of the septa which separate the four chambers, and this Dr. R. H. Babcock, the heart spe cialist, is inclined to regard as the proba ble point where tbe bullet lodged. In the normal heart the point where tbe septa join usually flutters up and down midway between tbe ends’of the fourth pair of ribs, just where tbe bullet plunged into Nel son’s chest. Dr. D. J. Hamilton, the Scotch surgeon and pathologist, cites more than 60 cases where rupture of the heart walla did not result (n Immediate death. The most re markable of all and the one that approaches nearest to Nelson’s case is that of the prize fighter Poole, who was shot in the heart in New Jersey while battling with Baker in 1866. He recovered, to all appearances, in four days and wanted to finish the in terrupted contest, but 12 days later he col lapsed suddenly and died without recover ing consciousness.—Chicago Record. The Union Jack. Hoisted at the mizzentop of a ship at the same time as the flag of the lord high admiral at the fore, it signifies that the sovereign is aboard, while an admiral of the fleet hoists it at the main. It is then properly called tbe great union, as also when displayed ashore. When flown from a staff (hence called tbe jackstaff), it be comes tho union jack, a name under which the great uniop often passes. Again it forms tbe jack of tbe seamen, which Is a flag bearingthe colors of the union sur rounded by a border of white, one-fifth tbe breadth of the flag, and which, hoisted at the fore, becomes a signal for a pilot, and hence is often called the pilot jack. Tbe origin of tbe word “jack” is un known. The meaning, as understood to day, is “something shown,” and in this sense the application of the word is now limited to the union flag. Some have supposed it to be derived from tbe jack or jaoque, the tunic worn in early time by men at arms, those of Englishmen being decorated with tbe cross ot St George, which jackets, when not in use, were hung in rows, side by ride, thus displaying tbe blood red cross which was at once their banner and their shield. Others regard the name as coming from that of the sov ereign Japae* (Jacobus or Jacques), who was the first to hoist it as a national em blem. Whatever its derivation, its mean ing remains.—Good Words. The Marechai Kiel Rom. -- The Empress Eugenie gave the name Marechai Niel to tbe lovely rose which is so called. When General Niel returned from the Franoo-Prutrian war, where be had signally distinguished himself, a poor man presented him with a basket of lovely yellow roses. To perpetuate their beauty the general had a cutting struck from one of the blooms, and when a rose tree had grown from this be presented it to tbe Empress Eugenie. She was delighted with the dainty gift, but was much sur prised to learn that tbe rose was known by no distinctive name. “Ab,” she said, “I will give it a name. It shall be the Marechai Niel. ” Thus tbeempress achiev ed two ends—named the flower and ac quainted the general with tbe fact that be had been raised to tbe coveted office of marshal of France.—Philadelphia Ledger. The Smiling Book Salesman. A customer dropped into a bookseller’s the other day and asked for a copy of “Tbe Lady of the Aroostook.” The clerk seemed to be In some doubt about the title, but after a moment’s consultation with an other salesman be came forward and said blandly, “So sorry we haven’t got‘The Lady or tbe Rooster,’ but we can give you ‘The Lady or the liger ’ ’’—Bookman ___ ■ ) „ I 1 ■■■ | WkM I ■■■■/ I ■ SMB I K I I ■ fk To MOTHERS. WK ARB ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD ”C ASTORIA,” AND CASTORIA,” AS OUR TRADE MARK. /, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER. 0/ Ugannit, Massachusetts, ttas the originator of •• PITCHER’S CASTORIA.” the tame that has borne and does now yjMs on wer y bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. 1 This is the original M PITCHER'S CASTORIA/’ which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty gears. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought on and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is BvsidenL z? > March 8,1897. Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo” (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in gredients of which even he does not know. “The Kind You Have Always Bought” BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE Or Insist on Having , ' . The Kind That Never Failed low THE eKNTAUM OOWFANY* TV MVRMAV •VRSST. NSW tOM 1 »» m •*' ’• ** -• «' p ** ‘ • ■ ; • * ' * '■ '*- ' j. - ' „'- '■ » - i .> ; y SicOy •• '' —GET YOUB — JOB PRINTING DONE AJT ' The Morning Call Office. We have just supplied our Job Office with a cvE-jltU Lus o, i.ULoaa»i • kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in the way o/ LITTER HEADS, BILL HEADS" STATEMENTS, IRCULARB" •. • ! ENVELOPES, ,z NOTES, MORTGAGES, ... PROGRA JARDB, POBTERSR I ’ ■ -••■' * *''.i> ■' DODGERS, ETC., ETU We c*rry Us 'xet ine of FNVEJZTES yw ifrst : this trade. > * ! An atlracdvt POSTER cf aay size can be issued on short notion i . .•■;■'• t' . Our prices for work of all kinds will compare ffivorably with those obtained ro» ) . any office in the state. When yon want Job printing of; any dtrcripticn <|ne re • ■■ call Satisfaction guaranteed. 1 I 1— , - ) r ALL WOBK DONE I : I With Neatness and Dispatch. I a fr ■■■. ~.■ . 1 „ ll! . l .,s ? Out of town orders will receive ; prompt attention. I mhn ‘ - s* J. P. & S B. Sajvtell. 1 • .• ■ .if -Jp