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Bi banana peel. i— .itPin gold _ “ '’nersun; ■ .A. wrench, J think 1 can throw -■ a ton. SATURDAY.DEC 1 11,* 1 , So ar not to be in the In l "’ rn ’ Like the flo* Ail].-tlie\ieid va.n man Goeth forth at the break of day. But when he shall feel my grip on his heel Like the stubble he fadeth away; Fori lift him high up in the air. With his heels where his head ouvht to he: With a down-coming crash he maketh his mash. And I know he’s clear gone upon me. I am scorned by the man who buys me; I am modest, and quiet, and meek; Though my talents are few, yet the work that Ido Has oft made the cellar doors creak. I’m a blood-red republican bom. And a Nihilist fearless I be; Though the head wear a crown, I would bring its pride down. - L s I* heel upon mo, —Robert J. Bu-.iielU. <n Harper's Afayartne. MONETA’S gratitude. An Incident of Victorio's I laid, If you ever visit Presidio County, Tok., you will be sure to hear of Ixmet 'ottnn wood Ranch and its hospitable owner Mr. James Daulton. It is mom than likely that some one will tell you t i story, for it is a favorite tale on the. frontier, and has been re sted around tl e camp-tire a hundred times bv all sorts of trontier people —soldiers, Mexi cans, hunters, Indians, cowboys,'miner and contrabandists Presidio is a great stock county—the second largest in the State. Thousands of ca'tle. sheep and goats roam about its fertile canyons and broad llanos. Two years ago there we *e not more than fifty people in Presidio livingoutside of tort Davis, the county seat and military post. Several attempts were made to settle this rich country, but the Indians were hostile, and the adventurous pioneers were cither mur deied or driven back to the post In the winter of 1X79 a company of ran >cr ■ were sent to Presidio County, and they began to drive out t ie predatory bund of red men. The presence of the rangers emboldened several reckless spirits to again attempt t e settlement of the country. James Daulton "ns one of those pioneers. Accompanied by his wife, a black herder, two Mexicans and his nine ciiildren, he drove Jiis cattle and sheep into the < anyon of the Lone Cottonwo d, about ten miles south o tort Davis, and made camp neara large water-hole. He saw no sign of Indians and was not molested by thehostiles for several weeks. He held his cattle an I sheep near camp. Game was abundant Above the water-hole was a large bog Jthickly covered with high reeds "Along a little “branch” orcreek which bisected the cane-brake, there grew great bunche s of water-cress. Although forbidden to stray far from camp, the little Daulton children used to go up this branch and pick water-cress. The branch had its source at a spring on the side of the mountain. Near the spring was an ol ! Indian trail going up the clitj’. One morning two of the children started up the branch. Alice, the bide t, was seven, and she held her young brother, Willy, by the hand. Will, was the baby and just three years old. He was petted by the whole camp, and was the particular favorite of one of th ■ rangers, a famous scout and Indian fighter, known along the frontier by the notn de guerre of “Apache George.” For a while the children busied them selves picking cress. Suddenly, with a shout of delight, Alice dropped her little brother's hand and started in pursuit <>. a butterfly. Willy soon lost sight of her. The chase was a fruitless onej and when the bright-winged insect roe high above her head Alice gave a little sigh of disappointment ami turned to hunt up her brother. Not tinding him alon ’ the branch she got frightened and !><"■ ffan to cry, at the same time callin'’ Olldlv: ’•Willy! Willy!” The cliffs threw back the sound of her voice as if in mockery. There wn > response from the lost child. The lit t e girl's frantic cries were heard in camp, and natehing up his Winchester h r brother Jack ran up the creek. When he reached a point where the tall reeds nearly met over the bed of the branch ho gave a sharp cry and cocked his Win chester. Before him. in the soft mud, was the print of a moccasin side by side with the tiny tracks of baby Willy. The moccasin trail turned into the cam brake, and Jack, his heart in his mouth, followed it. Near the seepage spring he lost the trail and hurried back to camp to get assistance. Alice reached the camp before him, and her incoher ent and tearful story started everybody out in quest of the lost child. Jack met the search party. In a few words he made known his discovery, and led the party to the seepage spring. His father examined the trail carefully. ••This trail goes up the cliff,” he said, and started toward the top of the mountain A few yards back from the edge of the cliff they found “horse sign.” The ground was trampled as though by the noofs of a score of ponies. The top of the mountain was rough and .rocky. The search-party, led by the father of the lost child, took up the trril of the ponies and followed it for several miles. The country grew rougher and rougher, and it was a difficult matter to follow the trail. Finally Mr. Daulton, practiced frontiersman that he was, was obliged to stop. “1 can follow the trail no farther, men,” he said. ••Poor little Willy.” He sank down upon a rock and buried his face in his hands. He was a strong, brave man. who never quailed in the face of danger. Now the thought of his little son. in the hands of ruthless and bloodthirsty savages, completely unnerved him, and he groaned aloud in his agony. ••I tell you what, Cap’n Jim,” said the black herder Madison, “ dat yer chihl is sure miff los’. Dere's only one man kin fin’ him —” “And that man?” cried the father, starting up. “Speak! Who’can find him?” “Dat yere ranger man, ’Pache George!” The words of the black man and his confidence in the ability of Apache George to find little Willy put new life into the whole ; arty. ‘‘Madison is right, father.” cried Jack. ‘‘Apache George can follow the trail over hard rock as easily m we can through a bog.” “Run back to camp, son, ns fast as you can,” commanded Mr. Daulton, and Jack started. “Hold on one minute.” continued his father, and the impetuous boy stopped. "Saddle the gray pony and go to the ranger camp. Tell Captain Nevill what has occurred, and then hur ry back.” “ All right!” cried Jack, and he again started on a run. The remainder of the party went more slowly. It was a hard matter to com fort the grief-stricken mother, mourn ing for the loss of her baby. All had confidence in Apache George’s ability to follow up the Indian trail and re cover the stolen child—All but the moth er. Her grief Whs poignant and unrea sonable. It seemed hours before Jack returned, but it was hardly yet noon when he rode into camp in company with Apache George. The scout, from long expe rience among lust such troubles as drove everybody in the Daulton camp nearly crazy, was cool and seemingly unmoved. Ho did not dismount, cut asked several questions from the sad dle. A great black dog, the properly of the scout, and his inseparable corn paniOn, ran about the camp and whined. Apache George noticed the dog’s agitation. “Buster misses him,” he said. “I reckon between him and me and Cou gar,” and he patted his horse’s neck, “we can find him ” “You will not go alone?” asked Mr. Daulton. "Yes. Victorio’s been seen out to ward the Gaudaloupes at the head of two hundred and fifty warriors. He’s headed this way. Our com pany start on a scout this even ing. The Captain could only spare me. 1 reckon this was part of Victorio’s band. I’ll follow the trail and do the best I can. You had better ‘ round Up.’ and go back to the post Going to be hot limes hero directly. If I discover anything, will send you word. Come Buster. Adois!” And before any one could Ask an. more questions, Or ofler any sugges tions, Apache George had dashed into the cane-brako. They saw him again as he mounted the cliff. He looked back, waved his hand, and disappeared on the top of the mountain. Mr. Daulton profited by tho Advice of the scout and returned to Fori Davis with his flocks And fAmily. Two days after he left Victorio camped at the wa ter-hole in the canyon of tho Lone Cot tonwood. Every one knows the history of that daring chief’s reOkloss and bril liant dash Along the frontier, his pur suit into Mexico by the rangers, and his death and the dispersion of his hand by General Terrassas and a brigade of Mexcan soldiers. Those of his band who escaped returned to Toxas. They were under tho leadership of Nnna, Ju and Black Wolf, throe of Victorio’s field chiefs. The bands under the two former chiefs got back to the reserva tion in safety. Black Wolf had a small party, and tho rangers pressed him c ose. In a rugged canyon deep in the Sierra Diablo he turned at bay. There was a sharp fight. Black Wolf, five of his warriors, two squaws and a papoose were killed, two squaws and three pa pooses captured, several were wounded and tho rest put to flight. When the rangers, returning, reached Fort Davis they were received with open arms. In the crowd collected to welcome the brave scouts was Mr. James Daulton. “Where is Apache George?” he asked. “That’s what no fellow can find out,” answered one of the rangers, “at least no fellow in the outfit, lie was with us in the tight and captured a squaw and papoose. We camped that night about a mile from where we had the fight, and next morning George and the squaw and papoose were missing.” Several of the rangers corroborated this story, and Mr. Daulton was forced to return to his sorrowing wife with the sad intelligence that nothing had been heard from their missing child, and that the only one who seemed able to give them information had mysteriously dis appeared. The rangers talked a deal among themselves about the desertion of their comrade and the escape of the prisoners. “There’s something behind it all,” said one of them, sagely, "for it was my guard; and when 1 reported to the Captain he said nothing, asked no ques tions, ami didn't even send a scout out after George.” “Hell turn up again, never fear!” said another, and sure enough he did turn up about two months after the re turn of the rangers. In the meantime Mr. James Daulton hail returned to the canyon of the Lone Cottonwood, and erected an adobe ranch-house. He saw the Captain of the rangers a few days after the latter's re turn from the Sierra Diablo scout, and since the interview his face looked brighter and he took a mon- cheerful view of life. His wife, however, mourned daily for the lost one. One evening, late in the month of July, 1H«O. Mr. Dau ton was busily co gaged about his ranch, superintending the erection of a corral. He saw a horseman coming up the canyon, but thought the rider one of his herders and turned again to his work. Suddenly a piercing scream, and then loud crie< fell upon his ears and he hastened to ward the ranch house. As he entered the hall by a rear door his eyes fell on a picture that caused his heart to leap with joy. In the middle of the hall was his wife on her knees and holding in her arms the lost Willy. The joy-crazed mother was smothering the little fellow with kisses. The other children were clustered around and Apache George stood in the doorway, leaning on his rifle. It was an hour before the people at Lone Cottonwood ranch sobered down sufficiently to hear the scout's story. He told it modestly and lacon ically. I have heard him relate it a dozen times, and give nearly his own words. It was of little interest up to the time of the fight in Sierra Diablo He followed the trail leading out of the cane-brake until it was lost in the broad road made by Victorio’s warriors. He joined his company and was with them down to the night of the Sierra Diablo fight. “I reckon I did my share of the fight Khe said: “The Indians made but resistance. I took after a buck and a squaw who had a papoose in her •rmz. My first shot brought down the buck. I fired at the squaw, but the shot was a bad one. It struck her hands and wounded the papoose in tho feet She ropped the cnild and ran into a little motto of timber. The papoose was tcreaming at the top of his voice. Ho was a little bit of a fellow, and for an Indian, pretty. He had on a bright cab ico dress, and was about two years old. I reckon. When I got close to him I tallied out my six-shooter to kill him le looked at me sort of pitiful as I pulled down and my heart failed me. I 6ut back my pistol And picked him tip- [is feet were bleeding, and I wrapped ’em up in my hahdkerehief. Then I took after the squaw. She had hidden herself Under a ledge 6f rock. I sat down the papoose and pulled her out I was just about to draw my knife across her yellow throat when the papoose began to bellow. She jumped up ami ran toward it. The little devil held oUt its Arms ah i shfe caught it up, and began to cry and kiss and hug it. That touched ttie right herd,” and the Scout laid his hand on his heart “I speak Apache tolerable well, and I told her that she And the kid shouldn’t be harmed—that they Were prisoners. She seemed grateful, that is if an Indian can be grateful, and 1 took her back to where the outfit rendezvoused. The boys made furt of mk for being so ten der hearted, but I didn't mind that 1 wouldn’t have killed that squaw and papoose fora million dollars. She knew that her buck ha I bfeen killed, And that night after we made camp she asked me for a knife to cut oft’ her hair. The Indian women do that as a sign of wi 1- owhoo I. 1 choppe 1 off her hair, an I said something about the papoose being pretty. She kissed the kill and replied “ Yes, and you are good. Moneta is glad.’ Moneta washer name, I reckon. Moneta will remember. When I go back to my people 1 will tell them the White Wizard is good- and the young men will not try td kill hirti.’~ The Mescaleros call me the White Wizard. “Well, what she said set me to think ing. and 1 began to talk to her. Finally I asked her it she would like to go back to her people. “ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Nana is mv father. He will be head chief now. Victorio is dead. Rain Cloud will bo big chief, too.’ She coddled up the kid, and I judged from that that his name was Rain Cloud. “I told htji- then that the tahget's would carry her back to Fort Davis, and would not let her go back to her people; but that I could get the head chief (meaning the Captain) to let her go back if she wottld tell me what her people did with a little boy whom they stole fronl camp in the canyon of the LoneCotton m ood. “•I will tell you.’ she said. ‘Before we went to the Great River (meaning 11 io Grande) some of my people went back to the reservation. They were sick or old. Sortie Wefe vVothetl. Tbriy car ried the white boy. I saw him. He had blue eyes and cried 1 felt sorry for him Yes, I know The wife of Bitter Water hail him. Her husband was killed. He was with Victorio. If you will talk to the great chief good tor me, i will help you get back the white bov. Take me back to my peop.e Aly father will give me the white bey, and 1 will give him to you. I know the agent and the great chief of the soldiers at Fort Sill. 1 will stay at the fort and they shall watch me that I don’t run away. When I give you the white boy 1 can' go back to my people. W hat \ou say ?’ "I told the Captain what she said, and he gave me permission to lake her back. 1 waited until the moon came up that niojht and then woke her up and told her what lie said. She was might} glad and helped me saddle the ponies. We slipped oit of camp, and I don’t think the guard even noticed us leave. When we got to Fort Sill she sent out word to the reservation by an Indian runner, and three days after ward an old squaw came, into the fort with Willv in her arms 1 turned Moneta loose and started the same evening for Fort Davis. lle:e lam.” Little Willy was treated very kindly by the Indians and was beginning to ;et used to his new life when” the widow of Bitter Water carried him into Fort Sill and turned him over to Apache George. “I knew my old friend George, mamma,” he said, as the scout finished jis story, “and 1 hollored loud, for ! vnew he had come to take me back to i’O". ” —G. IE Symonds, in Detroit Free Press. Testing a Trotting Team. An Appleton business man wanted a •pan of horses, and he wanted pretty fast ones, but he didn’t know much about that kind of stock. A horse dealer had a team that was reported pretty fast, which he would sell cheap. The merchant took the team to drive a little, and got a friend in with him. and they \vent up to the track, and the friend drove the team around the track while the merchant stood on the judges’ stand and timed them. The team went around pretty good, and the merchant looked at his watch and got in the wagon. The friend asked him what time they made, but he said “never mind. He drove down to the horse dealer and paid him the money for the horses and drove off with his friend, and when they turned a corner and <r ot out o sight of the horse dealer, the merchant said to his friend: “That’s the best barga n that was ever made in this State, on a pair of horses.” The friend looked astonished and asked: hat time did they make, honestly?” The merchant said: “'They trotted in three minutes without a break.” The friend looked as though he was not much surprised, and finally said: “That is not so bad, but it isn't fast. That is at the rate of a mile in six min utes.’" The merchant turned pale and said “Why, how’s that?” “Oh,” says the friend, with a yawn, “it is a half mde track, you know.” The friend had to hold the merchant in the buggy seat, he was so faint, and he offered all sorts of ehromos if the friend would never say anything about it, and we pre sume he has not The team is deliver- 1 ing groceries now. and hauling slabs from a mill. Peck's Sun —The London l ancet says that peo ple who sneeze often are the healthiest. A sneeze sets the blood circulating and throws off a cold which is trying to set- —The estimated wealth of the State of New X'otk if put at $7,009,000,000. Mr. Nye’s After-Election Reflections. We have toot the enemy and we are his’ n. We have made our remarks, and we are now ready to listen to the gen tleman from New York. We could ha e dug out. perhaps, and explained about New York, but when almost every State in the Union rose up and made certain statements, yesterday, we found that the job of explain ng this matter thor oughly would be wearisome and require a great deal of time. We do not I lame the Democracy tot this. We are a little surprised, howev er. and grieved. It will mt it ere with our wardr be this winter. With an overcoat on Wyoming, a plug hat on lowa, a pair Os pantaloons on 1 enn sylvania and boots on the general re sult. it 1< oks now as though we would prol ably go through the winter wrapped in a bed qu It and profound meditation. We intended to publish an extra this mornino-. bu the news was of such a character that We thought we would get along without it. What was the use pub! shing an extra with a Republican ma’or.ty only in Red But es? 'fh < :.U eOf this great Democratic freshet in New Yor.< yesterday—but why go into details, we all have an idea whv it was so The number of votes would seem to indicate that there was a tendency toWiu d Democracy throughout the S a'e. -sni^ n v Now, in lennsylvania, ifyouwh. *°o over the returns carefully—but why should we take tipybbr valuable time ottering an explanation of & political mat er of the past? Under the circumstances some would go and \ ie’.d up to the soothing influ ences Os lite maddening bowl, but we do not advise th ;t. It ivOuld only furnish t mporary relief, and the recoil Wotild be unpleasant. We resume our arduous duties with a feeling of extreme ennui, and with that sense of stlfprise and astonishment that a man does who has had a large brick block fall on him when he was lidt ex pecting it. Although we feel a little lonely to-day—having met but few Re pubiiciliis oh the street, who were obliged to come otlt And do their marketing we still hope for the future. 'Die grand old Republican party But that’s what we said last week. It sounds hollow, now, and meaning less; sotnehoW; because our voice is a little iioarSe, find wg are snowed under so deep that it is difficult for us to enunciate. Now. about those bets. It the parties to whom we owe bets—and we owe most everybody will just agree to take the stakes, and not go’ liitd details; not stop to ask us about the state of b'uf mind, and talk about how it was done, we don't care. We don’t wish to have this thing explained at all. We are not of an inquiring turn of mind. Just plaitl facts are good enough for u», without any liaFfotvirlg details; In the meantime we are going to wofk tb earn some more money to bet on the election, .fudge Folger and others, come over and see us, when you have time, and we will talk ths matter over. Mr. B. Butler, we wish we hiid yOur longevity. With a robust constitution, we find that most any man can wear out cruel fate and get there at last. We do not feet so angry as we do grieved and sur pr'sed We are pained to see the American people thus betray our con fidence and throw a large wardrobe in to the hands of the relentless foe,— Ni/e's Boomerang. _______ Frightened. Stage-drivers among the Rockies and Sierras learn to be as peremptory as they are daring—and probably from the same necessity They will have their orders obeyed. This is notsaying that in the instance here told the Jehu might not have built his scarecrow story on some bit of fact. A correspondent of the San Francisco Post relates the following incident of a stage ride through the mountains: We Were going to say that on this particu lar trip we passengers were exceedingly annoyed by the persistence with which young Foss (the driver) demanded that stage doors be kept closed, particularly when their being opened caused an ap preciable circulation of air. Just as we were rounding a particu larly narrow turn in the face of the cliff, Foss noticed that the inside door, so to speak, was being held a ar. Promptly putting on the brakes and bringing his horses to a halt, he descend ed. “Do you see that rock?” he said, pointing to a huge bowlder ahead that barely left room for the stage to pass. “What of it?” "Only this. Last season a stage was parsing that rock when somebody opened the door. The door caught on the rock, and as it opened further just pried the whole business over the cli ft. I’hat little speck way down there is one of the hind wheels caught on a tree. Now will you keep that door shut?” It took half an hour to get that door opened when we got to Calistoga, every individual on board having separately tied it shut with his handkerchief. “The Vacuum Gun of ’82.” The General Superintendent of the Lite-Saving Service is continually in re ceipt of new schemes, patents and de vices from all parts of the country, and from all classes of persons, who urge the adoption of their often crank views and machines for the rescue of mariners from wrecked vessels. The latest device comes from an English man named Fox, who is now a resident of Ohio. It consists of a catapult, similar to those used in circuses for throwing acrobats into the air, and is called by its inventor “The Vacuum t-un of ’82.” The projectile to be fired out of the gun to the stranded or sink ’n£ \ essel °° n ' ist3 of a relief boat, folded umbrella-like, which contains a human be.ng, one of the life-saving crew. This man goes in the canoe? closes all the apertures, and surrounds himself by rubber air-bags. He is not to be fired in a sitting position, but is supposed to be flat, with his leet to the stern. The idea is for the man when the canoe-projectile reaches the water to raise himself up and scatter life preservers and air-bags to the drowning persons. —During the past summer the hay used at the front of the Northern Pacific Railroad cost, in some instances, as high aa eighty dollars a ton. Oats retailed as high as six dollars a hundred pounds. WM. A. MILLER, C. T, CARGILL MILLER & CARGILL, WHOLESALE Q U E;EXS!W AH E No. 184 Market Street, CTTA-TTJLISrOOG-JL. TZELTSTTST. .. Refined Petroleum and Lubricating Oils |sep3 6m | THE “WHITE” SEWING MACHINE, The Ladies’ Favorite! 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A WRENCH, Publ sher. Reviving Drowned Persons. Dr. A. Voisin communicated to the Rochelle Congress the satisfactory re sults which have attended the great ef forts made for some years past bv the Paris Municipality to improve the treat ment of drowned persons in that capital —efforts which Dr. Voisin has been the chief instrument in carrying out. He now reports the results which have been obtained: 1. The almost absolute cer tainty of restoring life to persons who have remained under water, or “be tween two waters,” for a period varying from a few seconds to five minutes, no one formerly having been saved after three minutes’ submersion. 2. He has succeeded in restoring to life persons who have remained under water from five to twenty minutes. 3. These re sults have been obtained in individuals not merely in a state of syncope, but in an asphyxiated state, as shown by their violaceous face and lips, their open mouth, and flaccid masseters. 4. These results have been gained in consequence of the excellent arrangements made for the rigorous carrying out of Silvester’s method; the effectual application of warmth to the whole surface of the body by calorific generators; the ready access to warm baths and cold douches • the keeping the patient quietlv in bed for some hours after his restoration; the whole system being administered by a well-trained and disciplined staff, which is kept in constant readiness.— Medical Times and Gazette. —Negro minstrels claim that they get a majority of their jokes from the news, papers. This is rather rough on the press but if the public can stand it, we can.— N. Y. Advertiser. —A book agent wandered into a Bow ery museum the other day, and talked, to a wax figure of General Jackson three hours, trying to induce him to subscribe for a work in one hundred and forty two parts, price fifty cents each —no subscription taken for less than the en tire work. “Well,” he said, as he turned to go, “if you didn’t want it, why d.dn’tyou say so two hours ago?” N. Y. Mail. ; —The process of whitening sugar with clay was discovered by a hen go ing into a sugar house after wading through a clay puddle. Wherever she left her tracks on the sugar the sac charine stuff whitened. How the pro cess of “improving” sugar by mixing it with sand and adulterating it with glu cose was discovered, has never been sat isfactorily explained: but it is safe to say that the party who found the se cret was “no chicken.”— Norristown Herald. —The proorietor ot the White Horse Hotel at Milton, Australia, announces that “you can procure English Beer, ® eer » and also Scotch Beer. Port Wine, Sherry Wine, Elderberry Wine and Rhubarb Wine. No. 2 Moselle, Roderer, Freminet and l uel’s < harlons S Marne Squat Hock, fit for the Squat ocracy. But we’ll whhe more about it. I ry Rhapsodia, Nerve an<l Brain Tonic, Sparkling Phospbated. I was suffering With a Pimpleum beside my Phenurn culum: by taking a course of the above 1 stopped it from spreading over the whole region of the human archipel* ago. ’ Detroit Free Press. —Josh Billings' advice: “Mi deaf boy, selekt your buzzem friend with grate caushun; once selekted, indorse him with yure bottom dollar.”