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VOLUME IV
DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE.
SANDERSVTLLE, GA„ TUESDAY. SEPTEMBER 25, 1883.
MEADOWS OF GOLD,
Meadows of gold—
Rolling and rco'ing a-wost 1
Vo clasp and hold
The milk of tho world In your breast.
Yc aro tho nursrs who clutch
Tho ladicn of life, and touch
Tho lips thnt famish and burn,
let agony cruel and stern.
Meadows of gold—
Reaching and running away I
Shod with tho mould,
And crowned with the light of the day.
Ye arc tho chomiBts of earth,
Tho wizards who waken to birth;
Tho violets bluo, and buttercups, too,
Under lliodark an l tho dew.
Meadows of gold—
Winding and wending along—
fair to behold,
And morry and mellow with song.
Yo aro tho poets whoso rhimes
Aro rung by (he reapers, whoso rhyme*
Aro written in windrows of grass,
By musical BicklcB lint pass.
Meadows of gold—
Laughing and leaping afar I
fast in your fold,
Forovcr tho beautiful are.
Yc aro tho Hches who dip,
And lift front Iholoatn to the lip
Dio nectar, whoso plethoric flood
Is tinted and turned into blood.
J. N. Matthew*.
“It is My Heart.”
Tint BURUOMASTEIt’8 ADOPTED SON,
A IVny They Hay© in Russia.
The St. Petersburg Herald relates
„ la recently in a south Russian villago
, Peasant was accused of a theft. The
prit kopt out of tho way, but sout an
< 'ocutc to plead his cause beforo the
“in JuJicinl magnate. The lawyer cm-
I .Yea nil his eloquence to convince the
i!’ 1 e .° t ' mt ' his client was innocent, but
■ clever appeal had no offect upon the
i ,R 18 trato. who knew tho nccused, and
l, nL I Jn bal , ,1 y condemned him before he
tlm ' '! ! details of the case. Ho gave
Ber *tence—five and twenty blows
inf,, 1 ..' 1 ^' 10 village Solomon was
foun( l ] Ued *ha,t tho criminal could not bo
m„cM VOr mind >” he observed, “Jnstice
is • 0 ltH conrso - As the criminal
nrl,.. 1 \ U °’, lr hands, we deoree that his
m . n s ! la il reoeivo the flogging. The
raRcni' i° bas *'* 1Q ^ ttC0 to defend snob a
Th ! les , e , rveB t0 he punished.”
auninor’ii esB law yer in vnin protested
nttcr 1^-^“ illegality, absurdity sud
Tim ,"i” 5 heo°f the notorious sentence.
contm.T ? 1 ’ s hme and his fees, ho
PuniKi,' fi< ’i. wou ^d he quite sufficient
ti()lrmirl ll0nt- . hut tho stiff old Russian
Wnu ” " a8 inexorable, and the lawyer
the hvmlt •fi Beize< U hound and received
tativa r ,f h ' 1v ,° Btr °kes ns the ropresen-
“hve of the absent criminal.
J"" "hnle thinks itself a big fish, and
e cannot make a good dive without
min 8 up to blow about it.
Tho burgomaster frowned, and knit
his heavy brown; ho was perplexed an
to wlmt should lie dono wit n tho little
figure before him. There he stood in
his wooden sabots and rough peasant’s
clothes, lint in lmnd, and under nun an,,
tho precious possession of Lis life—a lit
tle black fiddle.
Tho child’s faco was what nnr.elod the
burgomaster metro than the rfmplo
question of what ho should do. When
tho boy looked up with his eager, earn
est eyes, it somehow seemed to him
strangely familiar.
Where had ho seen it lieforo?
There was no fear in his manner, only
a restless movement of the hand holding
the cap showed him to ho ill nt case.
Tho week boforo ho lmd como into town
with his little old fiddle and strange ac
cent, and until to-day had been un
molested.
Now, for what reason ho could not
guess, ho had been seiz 'd upon sudden
ly by tho town authorities and brought
before tho burgomaster. A pnrt only
could ho mako out of what was suid, for
his own languago sounded queer on
these strange tongues; and os to the ex
planations offered, they had seemed a
perfect jargon to tho townspeople; there
fore tho burgomaster, being a learned
man and versed iu tlio patois spoken in
various sections of tho countiy, tho lad
was brought to him.
Their duty, at all events, had lieen ac
complished. They had explained how
day utter day tho child pursued no call
ing—-attempted no trade—but snt on a
bench or by the rood, with tho children
clustering about, ploying his fiddlo,
content if in return they somolimcs
shared with him thoir huge slices of
bread.
It wns a vagrnnt life, and would
tenoh their bwn littlo ones bad habits,
therefore must be stopped. Either lie
must leavo the place, or go among the
town poor peoplo and learn an honest
trade. The burgomaster, n stout, red-
hieod man, had long ago done with sen
timent- -therefore small leniency was to
bo looked for from him.
So Oarl was brought, and now, all
alone, stood before the magistrate.
What ho had done or what was to be
done with him, he did not know.
After a silence, seeing the burgomaster
looking at him, Carl camo a step for
ward, and, with his impetuous manner,
exclaimed:
"Wlmtis it I have dono? Naught
hut play upon my fiddle to tho children.
It did no harm, and they liked it. Is it
an offense to mako musio? In other
places, I and my fiddle havo made friends
with the townsfolk.”
Tho shaggy brows knit closer, and
away down in tho burgomaster’s heart
stirred a chord that for long yenrs had
lain so quiet its existence had well nigh
been forgotten.
Understand what the boy said ? At
the sound of that imtois, so. strange to
tho ignorant townspeople, there came to
him visions of his youth, and a long hol
iday in the far-off sunny hamlet where
this dialect to him had grown the swcot-
rst musio in the world ns it fell in liquid,
guttural notes from the lips of a young
peasant maid.
Ho well the memory came—so fresh,
It seemed but yesterday—when, over
worked with studies, ho had gone from
home to gain health and strength, and
leave learning for awhilo to its own do-
vices. Well had his father’s injunction
been carried out in all save tho lost,
and that truly had been through no spirit
of disobedience. It wns no lore gained
from books; it sprang up in his heart,
and not unlil tho lesson had been learned
too thoroughly ever to forgot, did lie
oven guess of its existence.
“Come, lad,” ho says kindly, and nt
the sound the boy’s heart rejoices, for
ho hears his own tongue, a littlo strange
from disuse, yet perfectly intelligible.
‘They say thou must give up thy lidcllo
if ever thou wouldst thrive.”
‘■Ah, noin, nein—it is my heart! —
clasping it closer. .
“Thy heart? Then, lad, it shall not
go; yet first let’s hear what thou canst
firing from it.”
For a moment Carl looks thoughtfully
into tho burgomaster’s face; then says:
“Thenshalt hoar what the com sings
when it is growing, and the trees whis
per when tho breeze touches them at
night. In tho times when I have lain
upon tho hillsides, watching sheep, mv
fiddle and I heard it over and over.’
Tho lnd's quaint imaginings touoh the
burgomaster’s heart, and smiling, he
nods his head to tho boy. Slowly the
old fiddle is taken out, the strings tight
ened; then, resting his chin upon it,
lightly he draws tho how across. J Ho
burgomaster stnrts; he had thought to
hour some cfculdiflh BtnunBj yet tuene
notes the lioy brings forth from tho old
hlnek fiddlo IntVe ill them all tlie power
of a master baud.
The picture comes lieroro him of tho
quiet liight, the restful fthi'ej) huddled
together on tlm hillside, tho breeze ns il
goee sweeping by moaning through the
trexw, the gentle rustle of the distant
grain growing i„ l.ho darkness, and tho
lonely little figure of tho Watchful hid
gathering theso wounds and Loaning
them nn in life henrt Until they tremble
forth nt his touch Upon the Vibrntinc
strings, 6
Hark 1 The darkness moves away.
In tho cast tho sun cotnon flushing up,
and all tho air is suddenly pulsing with
tho singing of tho dawn-birds,
Ah, Curl, Carl!—lad, with thy heaven
born gift, thou hast won tho stem old
“ And tho wind Is never weary,” vpns
written by Longfellow whilo a s’poctntnt
at a political convention,
heart beforo tlico. Thou hast saved thy
self a world of wandering, and gained n
life of ease.
The ono green spot In ihb ffiftgiinte’s
heart holdB n iweMOt'y Which Carl’s play
ing bus brought to life. Again lie ‘is
young— a student—and in the twilight
Mauds Waiting for Ihe Bring rif lllo young
peasant coming home from her ‘work.
The SOUg oomes naaror, and when into
her pathway ho steps with outstretched
arms, ho laughs Joyously to see the lisp-
iness slH'tug up in her eyes,
Yot fate had come between, It Was
not fit that tho only Ron ol rich old Bur
gomaster Van Gruisen should wed with
ft peasant; so ho had coble ttWftV (it his
fat bet’s bidding, loaVing behind his henrt
among the gl'eon country lanes where
dwelt Iho impetuous littlo sold through
whose.veins rnr. tho fire of the South.
Ah, God, how ho had suffered I Suf
fered As his father, with his phlegmatic
temperament, could not oven drealn,
Ho had pined so that Ills studies and
wliolo life RfoW distasteful; then, nt
tonglh, the father had relented, Consented
grudgingly to his son’s WRnrilig the
littlo field flower where he had hoped to
place a rare exotic.
Not Waiting for wight beyond a bare
consent, tho boh started forth, cngcr to
gain that so long denied. Alas, lie came
too late, Elspetb had boon but a foolish
irmid, the neighbors said, to lovo the
burgomaster’* sou—a foolish maid to
havo naught to any to tho village lads ;
and when the young stranger left, just
seemed to lose all heart, and One day
came homo ill with a fever.
So while the stern old man debated,
Dentil stopped in and gathered tho w.ld
daisy of Ins hoii’b heart; and when lie
came the grass wns already green on her
grave, mid lie could blit take away with
him the memory of what had been, and
the knowledge that of the two hearts
thus sundered, one hod broken,
Long yonrs went by, and the old bur
gomaster died. When his sou succeeded
him, ho had married a boxtim. unim
pressionable dame, who brought with
her a dowor of gold and linen.
She ruled life house, nttendod to his
wants, and of the two daughters born of
tho marriage, had seen that they both
were well versed in those things n good
housewife should know.
They were too much like their mother
ever to interest him mucu, and his heart
sometimes yearned for a sou to bear his
name, but none had come.
Carl littlo guessed, ns ho ended life
playing, of nil tho thoughts ho had con-
jured up iu tho burgomaster’s brain.
“Well, lad, thou linst a gift, tlico and
thy fiddlo, of bringing old-time music
into my heart. Thou hast a name. What
is it ?”
‘Carl Muellor; and I havo noithci
homo nor friends, savo thoso we win to
gether, my fiddle and I.”
“Thou hast not? So much tho hotter,
for now thou canst have both. Wilt
thou ho a son to me? Thou shnlt he
taught, and if thou art elevor, as I take
thee to ho, one day from out thy little
black fiddlo thou shnlt draw music that
will mako all hearts thine.”
Could Curl believe his own senses?
lie hardly knew wlmt to say. What
was this life promised him? No more
wandering, sleeping where ho might,
tired, and often supporless. Tho tears
stood in life oyes, then quickly seizing
the burgomaster’s hand, ho kissed it.
Yes, tho fiddle; the littlo old black
thing so contemptuously spoken of by
the townsfolk, hud gained for Carl what
money could never havo done—a place
in tho burgomaster’s heart.
At first tho little peasant lad, with his
strange tongue and odd ways, had been
a sore trial to tho burgomaster’s wife ;
yet tho lad, being gontlo and lovable,
lmd won a place for himself in the
household; and when, after life day’s
studies were over, ho sat back in a cor
ner softly playing the melodies as they
sprang up in his heart, tho activo hands
would drop their knitting, and tho glit
tering needles lay quiet in the lap of the
busy housewife.
So time went by, and tho little lad was
sent up to ono of tho great city conser
vatories to follow his calling.
Ho had not been idle; even tho dull
est parts of his studies were a pleasure,
uud (lay after day ho worked away
through very lovo of his art. and tlint
tho dear old burgomaster might see his
kindness lind not been misplaced.
Thus Carl grew, until when, at length,
having wrought out all the themes of
the great mnstera, ho bado the place
adieu, carrying with him only the block
fiddle.
Of how ho went from city to oity and
land to land, swaying with his magic
touch of tho bow the throngs who camo
to hear, I cannot tell you.
Yet to-day there is not a crowned head
in Europe who has not listened to the
little pnsants’ playing, and showered
ui)on him gifts and medals. Through it
nil, Carl’s heart is true to tho memory
of the white-haired old man infar-ofl
Germany, who calls him his son, and
who, almost ns much as tho lad himself,
prizes tho old black fiddlo which has
won for him all this honor.
As there comes to him in loving lan
guage nows of each frerh triumph, tears
dim his eyes, and his mind recalls the
time when the townsfolk had said the
stranger lad must part with his fiddle,
and ho, clasping it the closer, cried out:
“Nein, nein; it is my heart
BEN BUTLER’S SPOONS*
tMlfeKWrM'B Afctminl Bl tlio Origin ||, r
rHIttnH* Mtttry Hint Nn* Been ati Oltea
Told. |
Settalolrttefiki bf tfentficl»y ( itelfigr very
illuIMfe with Oen. Butler ifekon the
latter onto day Iho origin df iho Silver
spoon ScAndAl. ....
*’White i WAS in New Orleans;’ 1 replied
Butler, “there Weto a piuhboi 1 of com
plaints brought to mo of private Ilbilses
being entered Wr Aoldleftl itnfl JJltlnflcml
of Ditty junto, pictures and any other
valuable Adornments that steiibk the
fanny of tho iharnltdeiB; .1 ioffetred
those dbtopialhIA tri A Jrbttng bflftef bn
111,V Stall With orders to investigate them
strictly. Ho reported to mo that the
complaints were greatly exaggerated,
and mid bHglndifel frdnt lllq ifilpUrtenco
and trwl'ifest's bt |iriVato Soldiers. (Jom-
plftilits continued to Como in. and on in
vestigation We to similarly disponed of.
One day, while I Wife jfl rt fnUiht bad
11ilttibl', A jlfoinlnetil Citizen of New
Orlenns e.nme lo my offieo nnd ronowed
tho old cry. His house lmd been invn-
ded nnd stripped of alt its valuable nr-
nnrtirint*, Hhu ho tiAffie toifio Ip tohovor
tlielhi “If thb United tilntes,’ Anid lie,
‘has sbnt An army of robbers down here,
and robbery is their object, very well; 1
can put up with it; hut if robbery is not
authorized, then I want my property re-
stored! 1
“llelng dill of tchlpor I answered him
rather gruffly, nnd told him I did not
bulieto a Word df his fltoryj llirtt 1 had
lind nttmetotts Bases investigated With
out finding any truth in tho reports
nnd that I thought it was a system oi
lies to Annoy the Union fOtfceS nnd nt-
teffipt to AWdkuti sympathy, In Consul
ernblo passion I tlieti ordered him away,
and said I did not want to hoar any
more snch tales. To my surprise lie
said ho dill nbt onro Who I was or wlmt
l thought! that his valuables lmd been
stolon and he intended to Complain
whohever it Was lu CessnrY, Ho Was s>
much iu earnest that a thought struck
mo, and I concluded to test him to the
utmost.
1 ‘Get out of my office,’ sniil I, in
feigned passion, ‘And stop thoso lying
omplniuts or I’ll hate you taken out
nnd shot,’
‘ ‘You may shoot mo And bo hanged,’
responded the indignant Creole; hut 1
shall complain ns long ns a lmnd of rob
bers and thieves plunder me, ’
“ ‘Orderly !’ I cried, nnd nn office]
appeared. ‘Take a file of men and shoot
this rebel immediately.’
“Tho orderly went out and sowi re
turned with a tile of men. In tho mean
time the Creole was expressing his opinion
of tho Government, its troops and my
self in language no earnest nnd sincere
that I could not doubt the truth of his
complaint. Ho continued it oven after
the orderly lind roughly seized him ami
wns pushing him along to execution
At that moment I oallcd him hack, dis
missed tlio file, nnd, explaining the in.-
turo of the preceding investigations,
asked him for minute details as to the
robbery of his house ami told him 1
would investigate it myself.
“He identified the linckman who had
brought tho robbers to life residence
and removed tho booty, and, acting on
this clue, I soon found the hnckmnn
and compelled him to tell tho whole
truth. Ho admitted tlint ho had driven
the officer and soldiers to a number of
houses on similar orrands, nnd finally
took me to a house where tho plunder
was stored. It was overflowing with
duo pictures, pinto, silver spoons, valu
able ornaments nud brio-n-brac. He
t hen told mo who tho plundering officer
was, and to my surprise it was the young
staff officer to whom I had intrusted the
investigations and iu whom, up to that
moment, I had imposed every couth
donee. He wns the son of n mini I
knew well. I had the plunder removed
to my warehouse until it could be
ulaimed nnd restored. Then the staff
(fleer wns arrested, tried, sentenced and
shot. I never sent any word homo ns
to the manner of his death, and his
family thought he had died or was
lulled in service, ”
“Why nave von never told this story
before and cleared yourself of tho offen
sive charges ?” asked Senntor Beck.
“Oh,” said Butler, relapsing into his
usual humor, “they would get up some
other lie on mo if I did.”
The Romance of a Tardon.
James McDougall, who was sontenccd
to imprisonment in tho Auburn, N. Y.,
Prison for ten years in October, 1877,
for burglary in the first degree, lias been
pardoned. The Governor gives the fol
lowing excellent reasons for his action :
“Tho wifo of tho convict left him and
for some time ho could not discover her
whereabouts. He learned that sho was
living with another man, ostensibly ns a
domestic, but, ns it now seems to be con
ceded, actually in a very different rela
tion. The husband’s repented requests
that sho should return to him and restore
his child, which she had taken with her,
were refused and his efforts in that di
rection were resented by the man with
whom she was living. The crime of
which the prisoner was convicted con
sisted in his bnrsting into the house
where his wife had taken up her abode
in the night, apparently with the idea of
reclaiming her and his child. He was
confronted by tho man who had alien
ated and was liarboring his wife and
was by him shot and nearly killed. As
soon as he had sufficiently recovered ol
his wounds to appear in court ho was
convicted of burglary in the first degree
and sentenced to prison for ton years.
Neurlv six years of his term of imprison
ment having expired I had but, bttlo dif
ficulty in agreeing with the judge who
sentenced him nud the attorney who
prosecuted the indictment in their opin
ion that he should be released. ”
“How is it,” asked Mrs. Fogg, “that
you take so much interest in other
women’s faces and dress and none in any
thing that belongs to me?” “When
you go to a stange city,” replied Fogg,
“you run about to Bee all tho placeB of
interest, but you never think of visiting
the lions of your native town.”
Sam TiiiURN is now accused of having
•mid turnips for horse-radish when ahoy.
A greater insult could not he offered-
(Some Good Advice. '
in iilb (ilidiesft llt'iotb (Go $ isconsin j
Editorial Association, Colohel N. Hniitli,
of the Janbsvillo Gazette, gavo the fol
lowing excellent advice:
Tii SptKkltig ktrid wrifilS of the ponplo
it Is bettbr to Bit on tho siito of dlrtvity
thAu to fill tho pnp'et with criminal gusli,
C<V lb s’tiish a human spirit, tir t6 dis
honor a home. It ihlAfofttln** strikes a
inrtii dotrii, Although ho rnay not bo
wlihllj ttffloCcnt, do not kick him because
lie is down, Din rfttlief it♦ t« lift him np.
If slnnder, a thing which never slumbers
nor sleeps, should hunt a woman, r>-
roeittbbfr llip.ct'owd that Was dispersed
by tne chilling fouiiltD b! the Master.
“Ho that fe without sin nmong you, let
him cast the first stone.”
Give young men, who ore industrious
nbd Wofthy, nud who aro struggling
llrtrd for suCfioffs in life* thn Influence of
ybut positions, and when a kind ffibhl In
pHtit will ciVo them oncourngefhent nnd
pWmtftu tlieit ttclfrtro, cheerfully and
generously help fchetii.
Deni heavy blows in discussing Ihhpof-
tnnt questions when heavy blows aro
just; and above all things have tho eour-
ngfi bf ♦Blit sober, conviction, but never
be iinrsn in your judgmohf; ftor unmanly
toward your brethren, nor unfair tciwnri]
tho publio over remembering that a truo
scholar and n renl gentleman can no
tnriro ho n blackguard in print than out
of it. Let tls do theso things and the
prefis of Wisconsin,shall bo elinlted in
tone; strengthened in iiiiluonCo, and in
creased in pawef.
My brethren of tho press, It is doubt
less tlio experience of rnnny of you, es
pecially of thoso who lmvo boon in
editorial work for years, thnt your writ
ings becottlC tfioro justly and wisely
tempered under tlio soltenlug influence
of time. When tho years take us to tlio
topmost hill in life, and wo begin to
tread tho downward side—Our faces
toward tho sotting sun—wo feel more
than over beforo tlio weight of tho re
sponsibility resting Upon us. Herlons
reflection then ndinoninlics tis that wo
shall bo iii earnest, that conscience shall
ho our guide, and tlint honor shall ho tlio
touchstone of all our motives, so thnt
when tho flnnl shadow shall lmvo crossed
OUT path, Aiid life hits Vanished, no influ
ence shall bo left behind tls thnt it is
not just to ourselves and a benefit to
mankind.
A IMcflsniil Visitor.
A New Orleans pnpor says :—Those
very serious nuisances that afflicted and
. roiililed us so much a few years ago.
he rphemeridro. or, as they aro popu
nrly culled, tho blind mosquito, have
.igiin put in their appearance. At about
ri o’clock Inst night, just as the steam, r
New Cornelia reached tho landing nf
Milueburg, a cloud of theso mosquitoes
put in their nppcnrnnce on tho wharf
near Trisooni’s, absolutely cutting off
(lie exoursionists from tho ears. The
visitation was fur more serious nnd
tr ublesomo t^nn any that 1ms ever nf-
tlieled Now Orleans before, and it is im
possible for any ono who was not present
to oonccivo of ilro billions on billions ol
the.se littlo insects hovering in tho nil'
or circling in a dense cloud. Tlio firnt
idea of tho looker-on was that Trisconi's
was on fire, aud it did seem as if n heavy,
dense, black smoko was pouring from
tho building, but n closer inspection
showed that it was only an almost solid
mass of mosquitoes. The crowd stopped
niul hesitated, nnd then ono more adven
turous man, shutting his eyes, closing his
mouth, nnd concoulmg his face, dashed
through tho mosquitoes. Tlio whole
crowd followed, and without serious loss,
but shouting and laughing, dashed
safely through tho worst of tho cloud
and reached tlio ears in safety, with a
very earnest prayer thnt this blind mos
quito epidemic would not last long. It
is generally of very short duration—not
over two weeks or so, aud even shorter,
if a north wind comes up and sottles or
raises tho lake.
A White Mountain Runaway.
$1. .’>() per Annum.
NUMBER 23.
Tim rower of Water.
Tho Reno (Nev.) Gazette sayfll The
pfbporiii'* of water are only partially un
derstood l)> t>>'.)*« Who have never seen
it under high prosdfiftfi The Virginia
City (Nov.) Water Company gets its
supply from Marietta Lake, on I lie
Tulitfo side of the mountain. It gels il
through by A long tttunc), is then nil the
cresfof it high mountttlff wjrposifo Mount
Davidson, with Washoe \ allry fuel ween.
To cross this valley by a flume would bo
almost impossible, SO tho Wnfef is carried
down the mountain siilo to the bottom,
aud crosses under tho V. and T. Railroad
track, on tho divide between Washoe
nnd Eagle valleys, then up again to tho
featured height in iron pipes. Tho. de
pression created ill tlio lino of carriage
Is 1,720 feet, and Hid pressure on tho
pipes is eight hundred pounds to the
square inch. One pipo is cloven inches
in diameter, and is quarter-inch iron,
i.-ipWelded. and eighteen feet long, with
screw joints, Tliefo is littlo trouble
from it; b«t the other, which is twelve
inehCa in diameter and is riveted pipo,
makes fitoris or less trouble all tho time.
Tho pipe Is laid With tjio seam down,
nnd whenever a crack t* mftfte by tho
frost or sun warping it, or imy
oilier cause, tho strenm pours forth with
tremendous fotce, If tlio joint is broken
open, of course tho whole fttream is loose
and goes tenriug down tho mountain,
but usually tho csonpo is very small.
A lirertk recently wns less than five-
eighths of an Inch in diameter, aud yet
tho water ill tho flume wife lowered nn
inch and n lmlf by it, and tlio pressnro
went down fifteen of twenty pounds.
Fifty iuChos of water was snfil to havo
went through it, It has been probably
a year in cutting otlt, and was made liy
n stream hardly visible t(J tho naked
eye that escaped through a joint nnd
struck tlio pipe two or three foot off,
eating away tho iron until tho pressure
inside broke it through. When such a
break occurs tho noiso can ho hoard for
half n mile, aud tho earth shakes for
hundreds of feet around. A break the
size of n knitting needle will cut a hole
in tho pipo in half an hour. Such
breaks nro repaired by putting a bnnd
around the pipe, pouring in molten lend,
nud tamping it in. Such a strenm boros
through a rook liken sand blast. The
flying wntcr is as hard ns iron, anil feels
rough like a lllu lo the touch. It is im
possible to turn it with tho lmnd, ns it
tears tho flesh off the hones, and if tho
fingers aro stuck into tho strenm, with
tho point up, tho nails nro instantly
turned back and sometimes torn loose
from tho tloBh.
A Great Cranberry Patch.
A. J. JERNIGAN,
yiOnilTOl AND FDILUIMi
fiabscrlptlon.
..I1JI pet Yew
T1IE BATTLE OF 8T0NINGT0N.
I wns riding to Bethlehem ono pay,
says a White Mountain correspondent,
when I camo opposite a plnco wltero two
roads met, nnd whero tlio inferior roiul
camo out there was n rock opposite.
“Here,” said the driver, “is whero we
lind tho big upset nino years ago. It
killed four peoplo.”
“How did it happen?” saidl.
“Well, sir, one of the best drivers in
tho mountains had one of the bigConcord
coaches, with four or six horses to it. It
was packed with people, and they were
thick on tho roof, too. Coming down
the hill at a pretty rapid run, the driver’s
foot slipped from the brake and the
conch struck on tho horses and somo of
the breeching broko and then there was
a runaway. As tho stago came around
this turn it upset from ton-henviness
nnd killed one passenger on tlio spot nnd
mortally wounded tliroo others. They
were thrown from that height against
t.hfe big rock you see here, and of courso
Micro was no clinnco for them;’’
‘ ‘What became of the driver ?” I
nsked.
“Why, he crawled along tho tongue
and got to tho mouths of tho horses and
liung on to thorn and saved them and
himself. Ho didn’t drive for years after
that, feeling distressed, though lie lind
dono everything a man could do for the
passengers, bat ho was a conscientious
man and his pride was hurt. However,
ho is driving again now.”
Rifles Bought by Chinn.
Five hundred cases of ammunition and
arms were 3ent on tho Pacific Mail
Steamship Comstock, for San Fran
cisco, their destination being China.
The ammunition cases had the brand
“U. S. Government; 45 calibre,” and
all the cases were from Springfield,
Mass. It is now assorted that during
the past eighteen months regular ship
ments on an extensive scnlo have been
mado toO. Schmidt, Shanghai During
that period 240,000 Springfield rifles and
25,000,000 cartridges in all havo been
forwarded, besides from 500 to 800 bales
of cotton dnek suitable for tents, by ex
press by each steamer, for Chinn, The
total value of the war material approxi
mates $5,000,000.
r.tdirr thousand acres in Pennsylvania
TO JIB ntJOIiAIMKD AND CULTIVATED.
Within tho Inst mouth a largo tract of
upland, forest and swamp, about 8,000
acres, lying in tho towns of Shoholn nnd
Hlooming Grove, Pa., has been sold to
11. Herbert Thompson, nf New York,
by Wm. H. Kempt. Mr. Thompson
lias mado n thorough examination of
tho traot and will at onoo begin opera
tions for its improvement. Tlio land ad
joins tho celebrated park of tlio Bloom-,
ing Grove Association on ono siilenud the
KilgoUr Bluo Stone Company on the
otiior. Included ill the trnct arc the fa
mous Shoholn Fulls, ono of the most
picturesque of Pike county’s many line
scones, and tho Shoholn Creek. The
purchaser intends to drain tho swamp
that supplies tho creek with water. The
plan proposed is to cut down tho crest
of tho falls and deepen tlio channel above
the precipice for somo distance.
Tho wettest portions of tlio tract, nftor
tho drainngo is completed, will ho used
for a largo cranberry marsh. Tho bog
and soil are particularly well fitted for tho
growing of this berry, which is nlroody
found in considerable abundance on the
land. Many hundreds of acres, now
too wet for tillage, will bo made dry,
and tho deposits of loaves and sedges
for hundreds of yonrs have turned into
tho richest plant food that can bo im
agined. When drained aud turned up
to the sun it will make a perfect soil
for tho growth of onions and potatoes,
tho fertility of which will not ho ex
hausted by many successive years of
tillage.
Tlio cranberries raised on theso lands
will find a ready snloiti Philadelphia and
New York. Mnoli valuable onk anil pine
timber now out. of roach in tho depths
of the bogs will bo secured for mnrket,
thus insuring tho buyer another and cer
tain source of revonuo. The streams
aud lakos in tho vicinity aro full of fish
and in the swamps and forests there are
plenty of deer and other gumo. Phila
delphia and New York capitalists linve
looked ovor the higher portions of Pike
comity to find suitable locations for ac
commodation of persons who aro afflicted
with hay fever, as a largo portion of
Piko county is 1,700 feet, nbovo tho sen
level, and tho upland plains aro swept
by winds laden with the balsam of pine,-
spruce and hemlock. It is an ideal sec
tion for persons troubled with catarrh oi
pulmonary complaints.
A Mixed Case.
A peculiar legal ease 1ms arisen in
Chenango county, N. Y. A resident of
the county, who drinks very freely, was
arrested in life native village for drunk
enness aud pnid a fine of $5. The next
day ho was again taken m by the police,
im’il the court again imposed a linelif $5.
This lie was unable to pay, and so the
court sentenced him to jail for 80 days,
The man now is preparing to bring a
suit, against tho conrt for false imprison
ment. His complaint, is that the last
arrest and imprisonment was for “the
same old drunk,” thnt is, the ono for
which lie was arrested on one day and
paid a fine of $5 on the following day.
Having settled for that drunk ho con
tends that ho had a right to enjoy ail
the benefits, privileges, and immunities
which tho payment was supposed to
have seoured him. It is n singular case,
and is exciting considerable merriment
ns well ns some downright earnest think
ing over the peculiar attitude of the
court. _
TnE most an Arctio explorer can do
now is to follow in the tracks of those
who went before him, freeze his feet and
write a book.
low llio American Army wzaSmlM will
Moll,I Mho! to 1814.
On tho nftetnown of Aug. 9,1814, fotti
war vessels of tho llritieh fleet, which
had boon gnllantly repulsed from the
J rot on const the preceding jmt bjr
‘Mother Dailey” nnd her flannel “petti
coat,” were seen to leave their anobar-
ngo nnd proceed down Fisher’s Islhlld
Sound. It wns at first thought tlmt tho
object of their attack wns to oe Njwpait,
but they came to nnehor off StoinjMn
harbor nnd n boat was sent to MtW 8
under a flag of truco. Tho people were
notified that tlio place was about to bo
shelled. The bombardment was delayed
until 8 o’clock In tho evening, wham a
bomb wns sent into tbe streets. From
llint time until midnight the firing was
continued, and was replied to by a small
company of volunteers behind a breast
work on shore, who worked a couple of
iS-pounders for all tho cannon were
worth. Next morning the artillery prac
tice wns resumed nnd continued all dqy,
except when tho besiegers were sending
polite communications to the Warden
and Burgesses, asking pardon for tflo
impertinence of shelling them. To three
messages the Worden and Burgesses re
plied that thoy appreciated the stern re
gencies of the occasion, but insisted
that they continuo tho bombardment,
which bad entertained tho villagers aipd
dono no damage. Thu shelling was ac
cordingly renewed for n few hours, and
then another boat-load of emisssifcs
were sent to the Burgesses kindly ask
ing permission to withdraw their vessels
from tho harbor. To this request a
rigorous refusal wns returned, sad tho
bombardment wns resumed.
By this time portions ol several vol
unteer regiments had reached Stoning-
ton, nnd n polite notice was forwarded
to the Onptain of one of the war vereels
Id send a delegation ashore. He com
plied with courteous alacrity, while tho
volunteers, who had spiked their can
non once unit afterword drilled oat the
vsnts, rattled the two 18-poundara
through the streets to greet the visitow.
As soon ns tho approaching boat got
within range it halted till tho volnnteere
could take steady aim at it. They fired
nnd missed ana the boat obligingly
moved over to another point of the vil
lage, from which it was thonght the sol
diers on land would have a better range.
The 18-poundera were drawn hastily to
the point, nnd by the careful connivance
of tho hostile parties a solid shot was
plunged directly through the middle
of the boat, sinking it. The Stoning-
tou men then went ont in boats and
helped save the enemy from s watery
gravo.
After this incident the bombardment
wns resumed and continued at the rare
intervals when the hostilcs were not ex
changing compliments, until the next
day, when the fleet, contrary to all tbe
rules of international courtesy, sailed
nway without n word of explanation to
tho Warden and Burgesses. At this
time the village of Stonington consisted
of 600 houses, aud 60 tons of metal were
fired into tho place; yet so careful and
accurate was the aim of tho British gun
ners that they managed to miss all but
three or four dwellings. Tho only loaa
of life was tho killing of a goose and of
a soldier, who was blown np at Westerly
while celebrating the event several weeks
afterward. The goose was a pot and its
owner was highly incensed. Ho inquired
with pardonable surpriso and profanity:
“What tho British Government meant
by sending ft squadron 3,000miles to kill
Ins poultry ?” Tlio shot wore gathered
up and turned over to the troops.
his roam.
Bayard Taylor never fully reconciled
himself to the vocation of a proso writer.
Ho believed that the world should have
demanded nothing of him but poetry.
Concerning this ho used to tell a good
story at nis own expense. During
his last lecturing hip through the West
ern States he was tho guest, in a small
oity, of tho chairman of the leoture com
mittee, a self-satisfied and prosperous
citizen, who met Taylor at the train, and
carried him home to his own smartly
furnished house. While waiting for the
evening repast the well-fed ohairman
said, with manifest pride, that probably
Mr. Taylor did notiemembor him. No,
Mr. Taylor did not “Why,” said tho
chairman, “you were here in this town
ten years ago this very winter, this very
month, and stopped with mo, os yon are
stopping now.” Mr. Taylor professed
his interest in the important fact. The
chairman, glancing around on the
chromos. the new carpets, and the glit
tering white walls of his home, said,
“Yes, you see I have been prospering
since then. Yes, tho world has been a
pretty good place for me. It has for
you too, Mr. Taylor. I have watched
your course ever since I got acquainted
with you, ton years ago, and I suppose
I am one of the few people who havo
read everything you have wrote. ”
“What,” said Taylor, “everything?”
_ “Yes, Bir, everything I could lay my
hands on.”
“Then,” said Taylor, “perhaps you
will tell me what you think of my new
poem, ‘Lars’?”
“Gosh I” said the man, “do you write
poetry ?”—Harper's Drawer.
Steamboats.
There is something beyond calcula
tion in the speed of steamers, according
to one of John Roach’s experts. Two
boats may be built simultaneously from
the same model, with every effort to
make them precise duplicates as to shape
and machinery, and yet one will prove
faster than the other. Why this is so
no man eon tell. The Mary Powell has
for fifteen years been the swiftest on the
Hudson River. During all that time
she never has been beaten. Time and
again an exaot counterpart bos been
built, with everything o pied as nearly
as)the best mechanics and facilities could
do it, bnt none of these has turned ont
as good os the original. As the reputa
tion of unrivalled speediness is a valu
able advertisement for a passenger boat,
yon eon see the object in trying to build
a second Mary Powell. Experience has
been the same with ynohtsmen. They
erder copies of the swiftest craft, or
combine the supposed good points of
several, and nine times ont of ten are
disappointed in the result.