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THEN TON, GEOIIGIA.
Down at Panama coffins arc hired, and
graves too. The latter cost §l2 for
eighteen months, and in case of non
payment the body is thrown out of the
grave. Co.fins can be hired for §7.
The number of students who are study
ing in the five law colleges in Tokio,
Japan, at present is upward of 28,004,
showing an increase of about 1000 in
comparison with the same period last
year.
The Jacksonville Times-Union notes
an order from Paris to a Florida grower
for several boxes of oranges. The citrus
fruits of this country can compete with
the Mediterranean fruits in their own
territory.
Death by decapitation is still recom
mended by the French medical jurists,
lu all other procedures, says Dr. Loye, a
famous scientist, and in death by elec
tricity in particular, the simulation of
Vmtk is possible.
A big struggle ten years ago, with re
eults of such a sweeping character that
«. partial disarmament could have fol
lowed, would have been infinitely cheaper
and better for Europe, avers the New
York Time*, than this long nightmare of
dread and ruinous preparation.
It is estimated that the present popu
lation of the United States is (14,000,000.
The total increase is said to be 100,000 a
month, exclusive of immigration, and
last year the increase by immigration
was 318,000. At this rate the next cen
sus, which will be taken in IS'JO, will
show about 07,000,000.
What wc want mostly', in the opinion
of the New York Times , is not so much
an extended market for disposing of our
surplus crops, but cheaper methods of
production. If our vast crop of corn
can be grown one cent a bushel cheaper
than it now is we should save $20,000,-
000, or the value of 50,000,000 bushels
of grain.
It is suggested that as “Pa.” is some
times used as an abbreviation of Penn
sylvania, “Ma.” might be used as an ab
breviation for Montana. A good abbre
viation for the State of Washington—if
it retains that name—will be hard to find;
for the obvious “Wash.” is too sugges
tive of a laundry to be considered for a
moment. This fact alone, declares the
New York Tribune, ought to rule out
that name for the new State.
An incident occurred at Queen Vic
toria’s last drawing-room which has ex
cited a great deal of comment. As W.
H. White, Secretary of the American
Legation, approached her Majesty a por
tion of her head-dress, including the
diminutive crown she wore, fell to the
floor. For a full minute no one seemed
to know what to da The ornament was
Bnally replaced, but the superstitious
ones seemed to regard it as a bad omen.
Which of our great men is it that says
nothing is ever lost or can be lost? The
saying finds a notable"exemplification in
the big mills of George Sibley, at Salem,
Mass., where new cotton rags and rem
nants are cut up into all manner of stay
sg, lining, binding, tips and so on, for
«se of other artisans. Buffs, that is,
long cylinders of round pieces strung
together and used for polishing brass,
gold or silver goods, are also turned out
by the firm.
Judge Blodgett’s late decision that an
employer is not responsible for the negli
gence or incompetency of an employe,
unless the person injured by such negli
gence or incompetence gives written
notice of suit inside of thirty days from
date of injury will, if sustained, pre
dicts the New York Commercial Adver
tiser, work a mighty upsetting of the
old common law doctrine, that he who
doe 3 a thing by the agency of another
person does it by himself.
The total tobacco consumption of Eu
rope, according to the Uhlands Woch cn
idirijt, is about 2| pounds by each in
habitant. In the Netherlands the pro
portion is a little over seven pounds to
Och inhabitant, in Austria-Hungary,
v li pounds; in Germany, 8 pounds; in
France, 2.1 pounds; in Great Britain
»nd Ireland, 1.34 pounds; in Italy, 1.23
pounds, and in Russia, 1.2 pounds. In
the United States the proportion is said
to be pounds per inhabitant.
Application for a patent for an elec
tric light method of instant photogra
phy has been made by two gentlemen
of Dubuque, la. The application is de
signed especially for the detection of
burglars. The apparatus can be so ar
ranged that a burglar in entering a
bank, office, or dwelling, will, in his op
erations, touch sojnetliing which will
cause a flash, and the result will be his
photograph left indelibly on the plate.
A number of cameras may be placed in
the room and a variety of views token
simultaneously. The telltale wire can
be fastened to' the knob of the safe or
door so that life cannot avoid touching it,
thus disclosing his identity.
There were 52,762 arrests for intoxication
and disorderly conduct in New York city in
1886.
THE LONG AGO.
Do you think of the long ago, sweet wife.
As we sit by the old brook’s side,
While the woodbird sings and the linden
flings
Its shadow over the tide?
Do you think of the bright time gone,
When we sat by this twinkling stream,
Dreaming for hours ’mid its gay wild flowers
As only youth can dream?
You remember the hawthorn hedge Lioyond,
Where the thrushes came to sing
When the sky was blue and each gi'een leaf
new
In the fresh and joyful spring.
Blue violets bowed beneath.
And winds low answers gave.
While rich and bright the trembling light
Lay on the silver wave.
You were scarcely a woman then, dear wife,
But a youug girl, sweet and fair,
A maiden meek with each soft round cheek
Half-hidden ’neath waving hair;
And flushed to the hue of an opening rose
When my heart poured out its tale,
While the trees around made a whispering
sound
At the soft kiss of the gale.
My own! you have borne some sorrow since,
There are shadows on your brow;
Eyes which were bright as the stars of night
Are dim and sorrowful now.
You have folded two dimpled hands
O’er a little child’s white breast,
And laid her to sleep in a grave dug deep,
But no sound can break that rest.
We have only each other left to love
As we sit by the old brook's side,
While the woodbird sings and the linden
fling 3
Its shadow ovfir the tide.
You wonder how much the heart can bear,
And your silent t3ardrops flow
Let the joy of life return, sweet wife,
For the sake of our long ago.
—K Matheson, in Once a Week.
A DESPERATE ESCAPE.
TSY FKANK W. CALKIN'S,
The dreadful Indian massacre of ’S3
depopulated whole counties of newly
settled terr.tory in a single day—the
1 th of August—and drove from the
Minnesota frontiers thousands of people
in a few days’ Fmc.
During this eventful period there were
many thrilling and desperate adventures
and hairb:eadth escapes. The local
historians who published narratives
gathered at haphazard at the time did
all they could to cover the ground of in
cident. The main facts and causes of
the bloody uprising have been compiled
and preserved in several volumes pub
lished in St. Peter and St. Paul.
In one of these several paragraphs are
devoted to the murder of the men in
charge of the stores at the isolated trad
ing post on the eastern shore of Big
Stone Lake. This account briefly relates
the desperate escape of a Freuch and
Indian boy, Baptiste or “Bat” Gubeau—
as this common name amongthe Canadian
French is frequently abbreviated.
In the Minnesota massacre it was Lit
tle Crow’s ruthless policy to exterminate
all the whites west of the Mississippi.
Every one with white blood in his veins
who could not or would not take part
against the settlers was to be killed.
Contrary to the usual rule in Indian wars
the fur-trader, from the very circum
stance that he fancied he was safe, fell a
swift and easy victim to the rifle and
hatchet of the Sioux.
All the employes of the four stores and
warehouses at Big Stone, Myrick’s,
Forbes’s, Koberts’s, Pratt & Co.’s were
either French habitans or half and
ouarter bloods of that extraction.
Among those of mixed blood was the
“warehouse boy,” Bat Gubeau.
“~n the 21st day of August four of
Poberts’s men, Bat and three Canadians,
Patnode, Laundre and Pachette, were
cutting hay on a marsh near fho lake
shore below the post. They were at
work in their loose shirt and leggings,
mowing with scythes, one following the
other. Without a second’s warning a
party of “B anket” Sioux came up out
of the tall grass a few rods distant and
began flriag upon them. Patnode,
Pachette and Laundre, who were ahead
of Bat and most exposed to the Indian
fire, were kill d almost at the first shot.
Young Gubeau saved his life from
their fire by quick-wittedly throwing
himself forward upon his face* as though
shot, lying across the swath and blade
of his scythe.
The Indians scalped his comrades and
stripped them of their hats and Shoes;
then several of them came to him and
turned him over. He knew his captures
well and could understand their language
almost as well patois of his Cana
dian parents.
“Don’t kill me,” said he. “Why did
you shoot those men they were always
your friends.”
“We killed them,” one replied, with
black looks, “because all whites and fur
men have always cheated and lied to the
Indians, and we’ll kill you because you
are a dog of a mixed blood. We shall
kill you when the sun goes down, after
a scalp-dance and after the squaws have
burned the Indian blood out of your
body with brands from their tires.”
This is, in elfect, what tho savages
said as near as Baptiste could interpret
it in his broken English.
The speaker was a Wapekutu medi
cine man, well-known at the trading post
as a malignant hater of the white men
and a constant fomenter of bad feeling
among his own people.
While two of the Indians were tying
Bat’s hands behind him with strips of
buckskin, the medicine man began
prancing around and telling, in a boast
ful chant, the murders which had been
committed upon the white settlers at the
Lower Agency, at Beaver Creek and
Birch Coolie, He sang boastfully that
but two suns more would pass before
every white man west of Minnehaha
would die. The Sioux nation, possessed
of the guns and ammunition taken from
the dead settlers and soldiers could hold
its country and beat back the white peo
ple always. Then he warmed up and
began recounting, after the whooping,
singsong fashion of his kind, the cx-
Eloits of himself and the others with
im.
The possession of a prisoner who could
understand their peculiar chants and
the braggings in which they so like to
indulge wa3 unusual good fortune. The
vauntings of the medicine man seemod
to act upon the savages like the baneful
charm some reptiles are said to exeicise.
One by one they threw aside their weap
ons and joined the medicine man in his
weird leaps and chantings about the
prisoner.
Bat said not a word, but sat quietly,
his shrewd eye< watching for a chance
to break through the ring and escape.
He was strong, lithe, and a swift run
ner, and a plan of action soon came to
him. He felt that it wa3 desperate
enough but it was his only chance.
A bayou or narrow bay ran up from
the lake into (he marsh upon which he
and his companions had been cutting
hay, and the head of it was distant not
more than a ten minutes’ run. This
strip of water was grown thickly about
with rushes, and was from four to six
feet deep.
If he could break away, escape his
pursuers’ shots and outrun them, ho
thought he might find a hiding place
among the rushes until night should
come on.
About the time he had canvassed the
chances of this plan, the Indians about
him had begun to wind up their dano
ing, with a peculiar gyrating movement
known among them as the Moon Dance.
In it the dancers wheel slowly about
bow-leggedly, tetering first upon one
foot ai d then upon the other, and
swaying the body from the hips in a
snake-liko movement. The head is
idled in imitation of a lolling bear and
the arms are worked writhingly, while
the wriggling savage sings, in a most
lugubrious, grunting tone: “E-yungh,
b-ytingh! Hi-yee, hi-yer! E-yongh,
e-yongli!”
The prisoner kept his eyes upon one
of the Indians, whom he knew—for he
knew them all well—to be the best run
ner among them. As this one swung
around between himself and the line of
retreat he had marked out, Bat sprang
up and with an agile jump planted both
heels of the army shoes he wore in the
“small” of the dancer’s back.
The Indian went down with a screech
of pain and surprise, as the keen-witted
Canadian passed over him and shot
away toward the lake.
Certain that he had disabled their
swiftest runner, Bat felt chiefly con
cerned for the moment in dodging bul
lets and arrows. He sprang this way
and that at as sharp angles as he could,
and at the same time nmke good head
way.
The Indians caught up their guns in
stantly upon seeing what had happened,
but luckily only a few of their arms had
been reloaded, and the shots aimed by
Indians, breathless with the exertion of
a shrieking dance, missed their target.
Throwing down their guns, the whole
party gave chase, yelling frightfully, as
is their fashion.
Bat glanced backward, and saw them
spreading out in pursuit, the swiftest
runnprs heading straight for the bayou
on either side. As there was no longer
any danger from bullets, the boy put
himself down to his utmost speed, and
beat his head toward the nearest noint
of rushes. He was hampered by having
liis hands tied behind, and the triumph
ant yells, which sounded a little louder
at each passing minute, caused him to
fear greatly that they would overtake
him.
Over mowed ground, through tall
grass for he ran like an
antelope. He flP'gained a number of
rods the start of the Indians while they
were picking up their guns and firing,
and this juivantage was what saved his
life. the low bank of the
inlt^M^i vance foremost Sioux,
butKear weru®Ay that, as he plunged
amolßpthe rushes, a hatchet thrown by
one swished past his head, and
dropped into the water in front.
He threw himself headlong into the
water, and dived amid the rushes. Theu
he pushed himself along by kicking in
the mud at the bottom. When his
breath gave out, he raised his head out
long enough to get a fresh breath, then
ducked it and shoved ahead.
In thi9 way he was speedily out of
sight and reach of the Sioux, who did
not follow him into the rushes. His
pursuers spread out, and hurriedly sur
rounded the bayou in the hope, no
doubt, to catch him in the grass as he
attempted to crawl out upon the other
side.
But Bat had no notion of going out of
the bayou at present. He found bottom
shallow enough to stand upon, and then
began working his wrists out of the
thongs which bound them. This he
was soon able to do, as the water-soaked
buckskin stretched at every strain.
He then waited and listened. Soon
he heard Indians talking upon the bank
of the bayou opposite his entrance. They
were looking for his traiFat the edge of
the water, and asking each other if he
had crossed, and which way he would
go. Finally one of them said, “No, he
is in there; the dog will not come out.”
Then all was quiet.
Bat would not stir again, for fear he
should be discovered by the rattling of
the rushes. The time wore on heavily.
Toward night mosquitoes rose out of the
water, and pestered him frightfully.
He dared not thresh about, for fear his
whereabouts should be discovered and
fired upon by lurking Indians. Bullets
and buckshot were to be dreaded, even
though rushes enough intervened to hide
him completely, although the bank was
only a few rods distant on either side.
As the vicious insects alighted upon
his face and neck in swarms, he discov
ered a method of alleviating his sulfer
ings. Every few seconds, as his face
became black with them, and their
stings began to make him wince, he
would quickly and softly lower his head
under water, and hold it there as long
as he could keep his breath. The cool
water soothed the irritation of their
bites, and gave him refuge from them a
good part of the time.
Darkness came at last, and with it a
breeze which rustled the rushes, so that
he could stir about without attracting
attention by noise. He now speedily
made use of his legs and arms in work
ing his way down nearer the lake, where,
in a thicket of tall cornstalk grass, he
crawled out of the bayou, feeling still
and water-logged.
He lay in the grass resting and listening
for an hour or so, and then, bending low
in the grass, made his way to the high
land prairie, a mile or more distant.
Not daring to attempt to reach Fort
Bidgely through the country which he
had learned from his captors was over
run by the Sioux, he set out for St.
Cloud, nearly two hundred miles distant
on the Mississippi.
lie traveled three days and nights,
occasionally dodging war parties of
Sioux. During that time he lived upon
roots and grass; these he chewed aad
swallowed the juice. At length he
walked into the streets of tit. Cloud.
There was a large gathering of settlers
there, and the buildings, mostly of logs,
j had been fortified and put in a state of
defence.
There was a crowd of men in front of
the first store he reached on entering the
village. Faint and exhausted, Bat
pushed through them, and asked inside
for something to eat. A number ol
settlers and others immediately caine in
side, and in rough tones asked him what
he, a half-breed—he wa3 a quarter-blood
—yras doing among the whites?
Bat told his story in broken English,
but the crowd, incensed at the hundreds
of murders committed, ar.d the loss oi
friends and relatives, were jn a frenzied
state of fury at the sight of one belong
ing to the race which had committed
such ravages.
“lie’s a miserable spy!’’shouted one
of them. “A sneakin’ Sioux, come
among us to see how many there is uv
us 1 Let’s hang him 1”
Beardless,more than nnturally swarthy
from exposure, haggard and ugly in
countenance from hunger and fatigue,
Bat’s appearance was against him. The
crowd fiercely took up the cry: “Hang
him!”
The nearest men sprang forward and
secured the unfortunate fellow. His
hands were speedily tied with cord;
from the stock of goods a rope was pro
cured. and ho was hustled out of the
store by the incensed settlers, who de
clared their intention of stringing him
to the first tree on the river bank. It
was useless to plead or struggle, and
despairingly the poor exhausted youth
allowed himself to be dragged along the
street. But a villager, who had the year
before lived at Big Stone, pushed into
the crowd to have a look at the prisoner,
and fortunately recognized Bat at once.
“Hullo!” he shouted. “Stop this,
men! I know that boy. He’s one of
Robert's men at Big Stone.”
This, of course, put an immediate end
to the proceedings. An innocent life
had nearly been sacrificed to the intense
feeling wrought up over the treacherous
and wholesale murders so recently com
mitted by Indians and half-breeds all
about them.
It is hardly necessary to add that the
men were sorry enough of their conduct
when they learned of Bat’s innocence,
and that they treated him afterward
with all the kindness of which they wero
capable. Youth's Companion.
Somethin? Electricity Is Doing.
Under the title “Something Elefe
tricity is Doing,” Charles Barnard writes
in the Century :
To the student of social science the
electric motor is full of suggestions for
the future. If power can be subdivided
and conveyed to a distance, why may
not our present factory system of labor
be ultimately completely changed? Peo
ple are huddled together under one roof
because belts and shafts are so pitiably
short. If power may traverse a wire,
why net take the power to the people’s
homes, or to smaller and more healthful
shops in pleasanter places? To-day we
find sewing women crowded in a hot,
stuffy room, close to the noise, smell,
dust, and terrible heat of some little
steam engine at one end of the room.
The place must be on a lower floor be
cause of the weight of the engine and
the cost of carrying coal upstairs. Let
us see how the work may be done with
motors. We may take the elevator in a
wholesale clothing warehouse ou
Bleecker street and pass through the
salesrooms to the top floor. The build
ing is lofty and of light construction,
and yet we find in the bright and pleasant
atic above the housetops a hundred girls,
each using power. They are seated at
long tables, each one having a sewing
machine, and secured to the under side
of the tabic is a small electric motor,
one to each machine. The operator has
only to touch a foot pedal and the motor
about one-tenth of ahorse
power, at very high speed. If the speed
is too fast it can be regulated at will by
the pressure of the foot on the treadle.
There is no heat, no dust or ill-smelling
oil, and only a slight humming sound,
the sewing machine itself making more
noise than the motor. The room is
sweet, clean, and light, and it is in every
respect a healthful workroom. If we
look out of the window we see two in
sulated wires passing under the sash
down to the electric light wires on the
poles below. There are peopie who cry
out against the overhead wires, and
would pull them all down. Some day
they will be buried underground. Mean
while, is it not an immense gain for
these working girls to be placed in a
quiet, sunny room, far from the madden
ing engine? In another shop on Broad
way we may see a different arrangement.
A two-horse power motor takes its cur
rent from an electric light wire in the
street, and redistributes its power to
shafting placed under the work tables.
Each operator with a touch of her foot
throws her machine into gear, and takes
her share of the two-horse power.
Tracing the Streams of Immigration.
The tides of immigration during the
past few years have been shifting. The
rapid settlement of the unoccupied
lands of the United States has served
to deter many thousands from leaving
their homes in Europe to come here.
Still the volume of immigration has been
larger than ever. What it would have
been can only be conjectured, for immi
gration obeys to a considerable degree
the laws of geometrical progression.
But Mexico has afforded homes for thou
sands of European peasantry during the
past year, while the various Africau
colonies are growing decidedly by immi
gration.. The different South American
countries have been receiving large ac
cessions of population from across the
Atlantic. A few weeks ago a shipload
of Irish emigrants sailed for the Argen
tine Republic. In the last three years
Argentine has welcomed upward of 350,-
000 European immigrants. Chili has
now become a bidder for the surplus
humanity of Europe and is sending her
immigration agents abroad. For the
United States these conditions are salu
tary. The time has come for a period
of assimilation of the millions of foreign
born population lately arrived, and it
may not be a bad thing to have a small
portion of the European overflow
diverted elsewhere for a while. Wash
ington Star.
• ■ —...
The total number of United States
pensioners of all classes receiving money
from the Government at the close of the
fiscal yea;-, June 30, 1688. w w 452.557.
ORISKANY.
MOST SANGUINARY CONFLICT
OF THE REVOLUTION.
The Desperate Valor of the Old Con
tinentals Foils an Amhnscade
—lndomitable Herkimer—
The First Starry Banner.
About two miles west of Oriskany, N.
Y., writes John Fiske in the Atlantic
Monthly , the road was crossed by a deep
semi-circular ravite, concave toward the
east. The bottom of this ravine was a
swamp, across which the road was car
ried by a causewav of logs, and the steep
banks on either side were thicklwcovered
with trees and underbrush. The prac
ticed eye of Thayendanegea at once per
ceived the rare advantage of such a
position, and an ambuscade was soon
prepared with a skill as deadly as that
which once had wrecked the proud army
of Braddock. * But this time it was a
meeting of Greek with Greek, and the
wiles of the savage chief were foiled by
a desperate valor which nothing could
overcome. By ten o’clock the main
body of Herkimer’s army had descended
into the ravine, followed by the wagons,
while the rear guard was still ou the ris
ing ground behind. At this moment
they were greeted by a murderous volley
from either side, while Johnson’s Greens
“came charging down upon them in front,
and the Indians, with frightful yells,
swarmed in behind and cut off the rear
guard, which was thus obliged to retreat
to save itself. For a moment the main
body was thrown into confusion, but it
soon rallied and formed itself in a cir
cle, which neither bayonet charges nor
musket fire could break nor penetrate.
The scene that ensued was one of the
most infernal that the history of savage
warfare has ever witnessed. The dark,
ravine was filled with a mass of fifteen
hundred human beings, screaming and
cursing, slipping in the mire, pushing
and struggling, seizing each other’s
throats, stabbing, shooting and dashing
out brains. Bodies of neighbors were
afterward found lying iu the bog, where
they had gone down in a death grapple,
their cold hands still grasping the knive3
plunged iu each other’s hearts.
Early in the fight a musket-ball slew
Herkimer’s horse, and shattered his own
leg just below the knee; but the old
hero, nothing daunted, and bating noth
ing of his coolness in the midst of the
horrid struggle, had the saddle taken
from his dead horse and placed at the
foot of a great beech tree, where, taking
his seat and lighting his pipe, he con
tinued shouting his orders iu a stentorian
voice and directing the progress of the
battle. Nature presently enhanced the
lurid horror of the scene. The heat of
the August morning had been intoler
able, and black thunder clouds, over
hanging the deep ravine at the begin
ning of the action, had enveloped it in a
darkness like that of night. Now the
rain came pouring in torrents, while
gusts of wind howled through the tree
tops, and sheets of lightning flashed in
i quick succession, with a continuous
roar of thunder that drowned the noise
of the fray. The wet rifles could no
longer be fired, but hatchet, kifife and
bayonet carried on the work of butchery,
until, after more than five hundred men
had been killqd or wounded, the Indians
gave way and fled in all directions, and
the Tory soldiers, disconcerted, began
to retreat up the western road, while the
patriot army, remaining in possession of
the hard-won field, felt itself too weak
to pursue them.
At this moment, as the storm cleared
away, and long rays of sunshine began
flickering through the wet leaves, the
sound of the three signal-guns came
booming through the air, and presently
a sharp crackling of musketry was heard
from the direction of Fort Stanwix.
Startled by this omninous sound, tho
Tories made all possible haste to join
their own army, while the patriots, bear
ing their wounded ou litters of green
boughs, returned in sad procession to
Oriskany. With their commander help
less and more than one-third of their
number slain or disabled, they were in
no condition to engage in a fresh con
flict, and unwillingly confessed that tho
garrison of Fort Stanwix must be left to
do its part of the work alone. Upon the
arrival of the messengers, Colonel Ganse
voort had at once taken in the whole sit
uation. He understood the mysterious
firing in the forest, saw that Herkimer
must have been prematurely attacked,
and ordered his sortie instantly, to serve
as a diversion. The sortie was a brill
ant success. Sir John Johnson, with
his Tories and Indians, was completely
routed and driven across the river.
Colonel Marinas Willett took possession
of his camp, and held it while seven
wagons were three times unloaded in the
fort. Among all this spoil, together
with abundance of food and drink,
blankets and clothes, tools and ammuni
tion, the victors captured five British
standards, and all Johnson’s papers,
maps, and memoranda, containing full
instructions for the proje ted campaign.
After this useful exploit, Colonel Wil
lett returned to the fort and hoisted the
captured British standards, while over
them he raised an uncouth flag, intended
to represent the American stars and
stripes, which Congress had adopted in
June as the national banner. This rude
flag, hastily extemporized out of white
ihirt, an old blue jacket, and some strips
of red cloth from the petticoat of a sol
dier's wife, was the first American flag
with stars and stripes that was ever
hoisted, and it was first flung to the
breeze on the memorable day of Oris
kany, August 8, 1777.
Of all the battles of the Revolution,
this was perhaps the most obstinate and
murderous. Each side seems to have
lost not less than one-third of its whole
number; and of those lost, nearly all
were killed, as it was largely a hand to
hand struggle, like the battles of ancient
times, and no quarter was giver on either
side. The number of surviving
who were carried back to Oriskany*
does not seem to have exceeded forty.
Among these was the indomitable Herki
mer, whose shattered leg was so unskill
fully treated that he died a few days
later, sitting in bed propped by pillows,
calmly smoking his Dutch pipe and
reading his Bible at the thirty-eighth
Psalm.
Bedford College, London, the oldest
of the ladies’ colleges, is to be extended,
owing to the increased demand for
practical science teaching. The im
provements will cost about $15,000.
YESTERDAY -TO - DAY TO - MOR
ROW.
A blood-red rose for yesterday
A lily for to morrow 1
Alas! to-day
Is bare and gray,
It fain must beg or borrow.
To-day must beg of yesterday sweet memo
ries as token
That once my rose blushed red for joy, tho
now its heart is broken.
And of the wondrous coming day—tho
lookod-for, fair to-morrow—
To-day, from out the lily’s bud, a dream of
hope must borrow.
—Julie M. Lippmann, in Once a Wee’:.
PITH ANB POINT.
Bachelor of hearts—Cupid.
The candle wick is up to snuff.
An informer —A hotel architect.
A hand-book —A work on palmistry.
A man who drives away customers—
jthe cabman.
1 A girl in the bloom of youth is gen
erally a bud.
1 Sago advice to a cook cannot go much
beyond turkey stuffing.
“As green as grass” does not apply to
tho “hey day” of youth.
* All waiters die rich—that is, if success
comes to those who wait.
One may screw up his courage and
have his attention riveted.
There is a great deal’ of the spice of
life in the work of the pastry cook.
Why should oil producers ever grumble?
They live on the fat of the land.—Sift
ings.
A soldier, who can only afford a pipe
of clay, looks with envy on the sailor’s
hornpipe.
Mrs. Langtry, the actress, says she
never carries any money, but she draws
lots of it.
A glass eye has one compensation—
everybody else <au see through the de
vice, if the wearer can’t.— Life.
When a visiting nobleman signs him
self “M. P.” it generally means “Mar
riageable Peer.”— New York Sun.
A man escapes death by shear luck when
the Fates who hold the thread of life
find their scissors too dull to cut it.
New York Siln.
A Texas editor sends a free paper to
the banker of his village, in order that
he can tell his friends he is going down
to ‘ ‘meet his paper” at the bank.—Sift
ings.
First Shopping Fiend—“ Madam,
that’s my muff!” Second Shopping
Fiend—“ Why, how inexcusably stupid
of me to pick up an imitation monkey
skin 1”
What nonsense it is for men in the
shipping interests to talk of dull times,
when it is so well known that there is
always a boom in shipping.— New York
News. •
Jones—“ Say, how much did Packer
clear by that last speculation of hist”
Smith—“ Cleared out all his relatives
and most of his friends, and now he has
cleared the town.”
And it is true that while kisses are
more plentiful than diamonds or rubies,
man will often deny himself more to se
cure the former than a gem of purest ray
serene.— New York Herald.
The “confidence lay” is to winningly speak,
The “lay” of the tramp is to beg,
The “lay” of the thief is tho “jimmy” or
i *SD6Q.k
Tho “lay” of the hen is the egg.
—Merchant Traveler.
Mrs. Her way—“ Dear me, I’m getting
bo stout. Do you think I could manage
a tricycle, Charley?* Mr. Ilerway (mar
ried three years)—“Manage a tricycle,
my love? You can manage anything.”
Miss Caterer—“ Mr. Sheer, you seem
to he in a very solemn mood this morn
ing.” Mr. Slicer (dissecting an alleged
sirloin) —“Yes’m! My mind is wander
ing back to the days of the Christian
martyrs; I am recalling all their suffer
ings at the stake.”
When the receiver of stolen goods
was brought before the court, he as
sured the Judge that the reception was
entirely informal. His honor accepted
the explanation with true courtesy, and
informed the receiver that his scntcnco
of five years in the State Prison was a
mere matter of routine.— Boston Tran
script.
She was seven, I was nine,
I loved her madly—and she know it;
I knelt and begged her to be m ne,
She said she really couldn’t do it.
At thirty-eight her hair is gray.
Her roses brighter bloom than ever;
To-morrow is our weddin j day;
—’Xis late, but better lata than never.
— Munseij's Weekly.
An Englishman named St. John has
been traveling in tho West. lie got so
tired explaining to every one that his
name was pronounced “Sinjun” that he
finally hired a man to do it for him, and
at lost accounts the man had got into
six fights with groveling hotel clerks,
who tried to persuade him that ha
didn’t know how to pronounce his em
ployer’s name.— New York Tribune.
He was a bagger all the time,
As he his way was pegging;
The cops thought he might do some crime,
bo, took him up for begging.
The Judge then took him down a peg
With, "I’ll send you to work hard, John ”
The beggar then continued to beg ’
Baying, “Judge, I bag your pardon/’
—Goodall's Sun.
Why tho Tooth Chatter.
It i 3 through the skin, and only
rnrough the skin, that we receive sensa
lions of temperature. The chattering of
the teeth from the feeling of cold is
caused by what is termed reflex action
3i the muscles of the jaw. When au
impression is made on the sensitive
rnrface of the skin it is conveyed by qn
sxcitor nerve to the spinal cord, and is
-hero reflected back on the muscles by a
corresponding motor nerve, the action
being involuntary, like that of anv other
mechanism. Chattering of the teeth, as
tvell as shivering and sneezing, is nature’s
suort to restore the circulation of tho
blood which lias accumulated ia tho
larger near the heart.
An Innkeeper Victimized.
The publican who had tho following
for a sign;
“Try my dinners; they can’t be beat,”
victimized by a customer, who evi
dently did not relish them, for by wip
!aff ou £ the initial of the final word ho
made the annoucement read:
“Try ay dioners; they can’t bo oat’* i