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vol * xin.
Eveu the misnamed trial by jury
which prevails in Russia now was uu
kno\f*i there untiT 1866.
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From the records ot the Madras
High Court it appears that the prac¬
tice of ottering human sacrifices to
idols is increasing in Southern India.
In the thirty.eighth annual report of
tlio Itegisrtur-GeueraJ for Scotland,
issued recently, it Is stated that the
middle of the year under review’ (1892)
the estimated populutiou-of Scotlaud
was 4,068,452. Of tliosc 1,961,401
were males and 2.102,051 females.
Professor Dolboar of Tufts College
thinks thero can be no doubt that
telegraphing without the use of wires
is near at hand. There is good reason
to believe that wires will not be neces*
sary eveu for commercial purposes.
He declares there is no doubt that
within a year electrical trains will
run at tlio rate of 120 miles an hour.
In England there is an organization
known as the Rural District Nursing
Association. The nurses are in train¬
ing two years at a cost of §250. Each
nurse lias a salary of $125 to $150,
with board and lodging, and a donkey
cart in which to go the rounds of a
district of 2000 to 3000 inhabitants.
Which, adds tlio Now York Times, is
carrying export service where it is
painfully needed.
Says the New York Witness: “If
the manuscript of the four Gospels
( which Professor Fcndel Harris has
just discovered in tho cordon' on
Moii^S;,Sinai, fem shall really prove to be
older any of tho manuscripts of
the Gospels previously discovered,
and to be in the dialect in which they
were originally written, it will be a
treasure of arfedess value as an aid
to the puvificAImaoi moiiorn versions
from such errors as may have crept
into them.”
A physicians little child swallowed
oxatic acid. lief father looked about
for an alkaline antidote,hastily scraped
some lime into his hand from tlio
whitewashed wail ami administered it
in some water with a successful re¬
sult. The instance is a notable one,
thinks the New York Sun, of the sav¬
ing common sense that distinguishes
the born physician from the mere
school product. Doctor Sterling of
Sag Harbor, N. J., with his feminine
quickness of wit, is an ornament to
his profession.
It is stated that the proportion of
physicians to population, in the
United Slates, is one in 600. In Eng¬
land the ratio is one in 1000,in France
one in 2600, and in Germany one in
2800. It is probable, suggests tho
the New York News, that the dis- j
crepancy may be accounted for in the i
fact that medical practice is a more j
profitable business in the United
States than any other country on earth.
The average Gorman physician, for
instance, would bo glad to get half the
rates for his practice that the New
York physician of even grade enjoys.
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The Chicago Herald observes:
The population of Massachusetts is
rapidly becoming conglomerate. Bos
ton is one of the great Irish cities of
the world. There are already several
hundred thousand Frcnch-Cauadians
and a large number of other Canadians
in the state. The Greek colony of
Boston has become so large that a
Greek paper has been started in that
city, and a riot tho other day in
Worcester between Armenians and
Moliamedans calls attention to the
presence of Asiatic races in the state.
Tiie old Bunker Hill monument is wit¬
nessing remarkable changes in the
character of the population.
The New York Tribune gives the
following quotations of the prices of
foreign titles for American girls:
German barons, $17,000; French
counts, $50,000 to $200,000, according
to family, place, etc. Iii Italian
princes the stock is very speculative,
the title sometimes going as high as
$300,000, and at other seasons falling
to a rediculously low figure. Iu fact,
all the continental patents of nobility
may be said to have fictitious value
and fluctuate considerably, but for
Bolid investment there is nothing like
English titles. These have increased
in value enormously of late years, and
it now takes $500,000 to $1,000,000 to
buy a nobleman of high rank.
SPRING PLACE, MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY, JULY 15, 1893.
Turning- the Clock’s Hauds.
I found young Shorten* standing there
On tiptoe on the highest chair,
Turning the hahds upon the clock
** Des fas’ as I can make ’em walk.”
“ Why, naughty Sbortem,” I protest,
“ Up to the clock you should not climb.”
“ I fought,” saidf Shortem, ”;t was best
To turn it rotiu’ to suppe’f time.”
And then young Shortem danced away
A'nd went unchided to his play,*
For do we not all love to climb
And turn the laggard hands of time,
And whirl the.slow-paced hours away
To some far, beatific day?
Up to the clock that ticks bur doom
We, all like Shortfm love to climb,
And pass frolh this ‘‘between meal’,
glooni
And turn It round to supper time.
— [Sam Walter Foss, iu Yankee Blade.
The Bravest Deed I Ever Saw
BY CAl’TAIX CHARLES KINO, I). S. A.
It was a wretched morning—wot,
dripping, with misty wreaths hanging
low over every butte and crag. For
days wo lmd been marching with
starving horses over rolling prairies
from which tho Indians had burned
every blade of buffalo grass. Not a
tent had we in the entire command;
not a change of clothing, and—since
wo crossed tho Little Missouri and
struck the head waters of Heart River
—not a full stomach.
Rations were well nigh exhausted.
We were living on “quarter portions”
of bacon, hardtack and sugarless
coffee.
It was the summer of tho terrible
Custer Massacro (1876), and night
and day wo were pursuing tho Sioux,
hoping to overtake ami punish them.
But they seem to have scattered over
the face of the earth.
Silting Bull, with a great follow¬
ing, had crossed the Yellowstone and
gone north. Crazy Horse, with^^host ^brilliant
and daring lea r, of
Ogallallas and was
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-irni^^^^^Biiica a^H^Pforco
of regulars, as well as
of scouts, packers and otliers^^*
Our command consisted of the en¬
tire third cavalry, most of the fifth, a
battalion—four troops—of tho second
cavalry, and a detachment of infantry
chosen from three regiments. We
had men enough to overcome all the
Indians in Dakota; but with starving
horses and half-starving soldiers little
can be done in the way of aggressive
warfare.
Our rations practically gave out on
the sixlh of September. For several
days we lived on horse meat. The
choice was between that or our boots,
and as we had been scouting, tramp
ing and campaigning ever since the
spring, our boots were worn as thin
as our beasts.
About 7 o’clock in the morning of
September ninth the news flew down
the column like a flash, “Sioux village
—big one—fifteen miles ahead!”
Colonel Mills, then a senior captain
serving with the third cavalry, had
been sent forward by General Crook
two nights before with orders to push
through to the Black Hills With liis
command—150 picked horses and men
and a pack train—load up with all the
provisions lie could buy, and hasten
1 back to meet This very morning
us.
at daybreak he hail dashed into the
! village which his scouts “located”
j during the night, and was now
“hanging on” to his prizo until we
could reach him.
Well, we got there pushing ahead
throug mud, mist and rain. Being
adjutant, I happened to ride at head
of column as we neared the scene, and
1 obtained capital view and last
so a a
ing impression of the situation.
j For the time being there was a lull
j in the fight. I orty-one big lodges
; were scattered about the ravines in a
deep ampitlieatre of the craggy hills
j known the as Slim Indians Buttes. just Mills at dawn, had scat¬
tered cap¬
tured a herd of four hundred ponies,
found several seventh cavalry horses,
one of Custer’s beautiful silken
guidons, Captain Myles Keogh’s gaunt¬
lets, and other trophies which proved
that these follows had been concerned
iu the massacre, and that they must
be part of Crazy Horse’s big band.
Therefore their friends could not be
far away.
Late that afternoon the whole party
wane-— Crazy Horse witli hundreds of
“ TELL THE TRUTH ”
his warriors—and a lively fight v e
had with them; but meantime oc¬
curred what seems to mo perhaps tl.s
bravest thing lever saw in / India,
warfare.
“Look out for that ravine!” «t/l
Colonel Mills to me, as I w«?
rilling in among the lodges. “There i
a wounded Iudian in there, atui be has
killed one of my men.”
Sure enough 1 Out on the slope \
near tho deep, brush-hidden depths of
the little gorge a cavalry soldier, Woi“
zel, was toppled forward ou hi:
knees, stone dead, and Sergeant Has
had just got a bullet through tho arm
It was plain that there must be trior
than one Indian iu there, for tty
quick shots suddenly rang out, and ;
couple of scouts crossing the lo\viaud
near the mouth of the gully ducked
their My beach* orders and required ran for shelter. to place the £
me
fifth cavalry in position faciug the
hluils to the southeast and south o,f tho
captured village. After tins duty was
performed, and I had seen the various
troop commanders and given them the
colonel’s instructions, I had leisure to!
look about me. I did not dream whajt
a living volcano there was at the head
of that little ravine.
I had found a little patch of grass
down in a sheltered nook and liaii\ \
thero picketed my poor old troop
horse and was coming back afoot tow¬
ard tiie big “Jodgo” of skins beside
which the colouol had unsaddled,
when I caught sight of throe or four
scouts anil troopers crawling toward
the opening of the ravine, evidently
bent on getting a shot at tho occu¬
pants,
Iu a moment those fellows were
flattened out ou the ground like it
hunted sqnirrel on tho trank of a tree,
and the moisture-laidcn air rang with
shots as the lead whizzed over tlieiij
heads.
Every one seemed to wake up all atl
onco to the realization that there was a
nost . of - redskins ... up at , the head , . of the
gully. Presently a concerted
was made to fetch tl.mri out.
Half a dozen officers and several
dozen soldiers and scouts took part
and, as though by common consent,
the leadership devoiveil ou one of tho
bravest, manliest cavalryqjen it was
ever my lot to know—Philo Clark,
then lieutenant and aide-de-camp to
General Crook.
I remember him vividly as lie looked
that day, the broad brim of his scout,
ing hat tossed back from his forehead,
the collar of his buckskin hunting
shirt loosely faslened at the throat—
no sign of uniform about him, for in
those days we rarely wore the army
bine on Indian campaigns.
He came striding forward, rifle in
hand, anil waving the men to “go in’’
along tho slopes to the right and left
of the ravine. . He himself, to my
horror, coolly pushed straight for¬
ward into what might bo called the
mouth of (lie gully—straight on past
the point where the venturesome
troopers had been flattened out so
short a time before.
In an instant, it seemed to me, the
clump of bushes at tho upper end
began to spit fire like a Fourth of July
mine. A blue cloud of sulphur smoke
hung over the Indian burrow. The
clatter of rifle shots was like that of
a Gatling gun. Several soldiers
dropped in their tracks along the
grassy slopes.
Jim White, one of our best scouts
and a great friend of Buffalo Bill’s,
gave one ghastly cry, “O my God,
hoys!” clasped his hands to liis heart
anil plunged forward on his face,
stone dead.
Reeling back from tho sudden shock
our men at tho moment scattered right
ami left, for we had struck a formida¬
ble ambush. Not a vestige of an In¬
dian could we see, yet that scooped
out shelter of theirs was evidently
crammed with them,
I myself was over on tho right bank
at the time, and ducked with amazing
promptitude when that storm of liro
and lead burst on us. My next thought
when I found myself unhurt was for
Clark. Wo had been warm friends
from our cadet days at West Point)
and my heart was in my mouth with
fear for him.
There ho stood, just where I had
seeii him the instant before, with the
same quiet smile on ilia face, never
bonding, never swerving, if anything
rising higher on tiptoe, as though
striving to peer into that dark, fire
flashing depths up the gully.
Mechanically he was thrusting an¬
other cartridge into the breech of his
rifle. Bang I bang! wont tlio Indian
guns. Whiz! zip! spat the bullets.
“Down, Clark! Down!” shouted
dozens of voices in tones of agonized
dread.
“Como out of that, Philo, for
heaven’s sake!” yelled a second caval¬
ryman close beside me. But just as
placidly and unconcernedly as lie
would have 6lrolieil into liis troop
stables, smiling the while at the con¬
sternation he was creating, even find¬
ing time for a half-laughing rejoinder
to the appeal of a comrade from our
side, Clark pushed ahead until he
could peer in through the veil of
smoke, raised his rifle, aimed and
fired.
Then as coolly, lie motioned, “Como
oni Conic on t"
It was too much for the crowd.
Everybody seemed to make a simul¬
taneous flash then. In vain the hid¬
den Indians fired and strove to sweep
the ravine.
A moment more and brave old Cap¬
tain Munson bad leaped iu from one
side and was half-drugging, half-lift¬
ing out some terrible squaws. Other
willing hands were passing out some
screaming little Indian children, so as
to get the women and papooses out of
harm’s way before closing accounts
With the warriors.
•• Then finding tljoir “non combat¬
ants” kindly treated, instead of being
slaughtered, as would have been the
case bad we been the besieged, tho
Sioux called out for quarter and eur
rendered. One old villain who went
by the name of American Horse was
already shot through the body and past
praying for. Another fellow, who
called himself Charging Bear, subse¬
quently became an Iudian scout iu our
service, and behaved very’ well. Tho
others were kept as prisoners until wo
got to tho agency at Red Cloud.
I had seen some Indian fighting
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, , 0 " 1a ... * alr and . . have bs ° a
’
but |
recall no piece of individual daring]
and bravery and consummate coolness
under fire to eclipse Philo Clark’s ex¬
ploit at Slim Buttes in 187 6.
Gallant fellow! He became a cap¬
tain a few years later, and was serv¬
ing in Washington City on the stall
of Lieutenanl-General Sheridan, who
thought the world of him, when
death, which had spared him a hun¬
dred times over in Indian warfare,
cut him down in the midst of peace,
security, anil in the very prime of a
vigorous life.—[Youth’s Companion.
Fooled" by an Artist.
Ernest I’. Neville tells this good
story of au artist’s prank at tho Na¬
tional Academy of Design iu New
York Life:
Jones was sauntering about and
chanced to meet a friehd, a deaf
mute, who was conversing with a
companion in sign language. Greeting
Jones cordially, the deaf mute drew
out a note book and pencil, and, after
a brief pencil anil paper conversation,
introduced his companion by tbe same
means, and shortly after withdrew.
Jones and the stranger discussed (lie
pictures pleasantly for twenty minutes
or more, meanwhile covering the
backs of sundry envelopes and scraps
of paper with their penciliugs, when
a fourth character in this little drama
came upon the scene—a friend of
Jones’ new made acquaintance.
i • Helio, George!” said the dumb
man to the newcomer, familiarly;
“how do you like the pictures this
year?”
“By Jove!” exclaimed Jones in sur¬
prise; “can yCu talk?”
“Well, I should smile,” said the
gentleman, equally surprised, as he
hastily put away pencil and paper.
“Aren’t you deaf anil dumb?”
v “Not by a big sight,” Jones replied,
thrusting into bis pocket an. envelopo
nearly covered with pencil marks;
“but I’ll kill Dummy next time I see
him!”
A Tender Spot
Mrs. Sereleaf—Go away l I give
nothing to tramps.
Tramp (wiping away a shimmering
tear)—All, lady! I once had a wife
as good looking as you are, but —
Mrs. Sereleaf (affected)—Go around
to the kitchen, poor fellow, and while
you eat dinner, I’ll listen to your sad
story.— [Puck.
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