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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS
J. D. COLLEY & CO.,
VOL. I.
WASHINGTON ADVERTISEMENTS.
LORENZO SMITH & BRO,,
-OF
WASHINGTON, GA.,
ABE OITEBTNG FOB THE T AT.T. XBASE
CincinnatiBuggies
AT $50 TO $75.
Columbus Buggies
AT $100 TO $160.
Buggies and Carriages of other makes and
grades at various prices. Also
STUDEBAKER WAGONS
At $65 and $70.
TENNESSEE WAGONS
At $60 and $65
WEBSTER WAGONS
@60 to $75.
THREE 3-4 WAGONS
■A.T $55.
Ortra Wan, il Seal,
Own Make, at $40.
KEMP’S MANURE SPREADERS, GRAIN
DRILLS, ALBION SPRING TOOTH
HARROWS, WINDMILLS,
And a General Assortment of
Agricultural Implements
Also Single Harness from $9 up. Double Spokes
Harness, parts of Harness, Hubs,
and Rims.
& Good Buggy &Harnessfor $80.
Our prices are guaranteed to be as low as
any similar house in the South. Give us a
call. Correspondence solicited.
CL M. MAY,
WASHINGTON, GA.,
GROCER f
AflD DEALER IN
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The liberal patronage which I have ob¬
tained from the people of Wilkes and adjoin¬
ing counties, I intend to hold by continuing
to sell my goods at the very lowest prices,
and by fair dealing in all things. Also
G. M. MAY & CO.
Will carry on a.General Mercantile business
at Double Branches, Lincoln Co., Ga.
ERCIER’S STORE
A First-Class Store In Every
Respect.
A full stock of General Merchandise always
on hand.
J. N, Mercier.
T. H. REMSEN’S
STORE 1
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FINE WINES arf WHISKIES.
GENUINE MONOGRAM.
THE ATJGrtJBTA, ELBERTON AIND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
ESTABLISHED 1872.
LOWE & BRO.,
RETAIL DEALERS IN
FINE LIQUORS
or ALL SORTS.,
AGENTS FOR THE SALE OF
NORTH CAROLINA CORK WHISK!
APPLE AND PEACH BRANDY, FINE
WINES, RUM, GIN, ALE, BEER,
ETC., ETC, ETC., ETC.
TOBACCO AND CIGARS.
WASHINGTON. CA.
AUGUSTA ADVERTISEMENTS.
BOBT. H. MAT. A. B. GOODYEAR
ROOT H. MAY & C0.’S
GRAND EXHIBITION
OF
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And PLANTATION WAGONS.
ALL SIZES.
The largest and most complete assortment
of One and Two-Horse Vehicles ever shown
in this section. All first-class work, and will
be offered for the next sixty days at prices
way below their value and lower than can be
duplicated.
Do not lose this opportunity. On exami¬
nation thiB work will prove to yon that it
cannot be purchased elsewhere at the prices
we offer.
Harness, Also, a Umbrellas, large stock of Saddles, Bridles
Oalf Skins, Sole Lap Harness Robes, Leather, Blankets,
and Rub¬
ber and Leather Belting, Trunks, Bags,
Hubs, Harness, Spokes, Wagon Reins, Harness, Axles, Trace Lowest Chains,
Cash Pbices. etc., at
THE ROAD CART
PATENTED.)
The safest, lightest and most easy riding
two-wheeled vehicle ever produced. Of all
the road carts made, use and experience has
demonstrated these to be the best. The
Adjustable Balance is a most valuable fea
ture of our Road Carts. Buy no other. Price
$50.
N. B.—'We warrant all the vehicles we sell.
Remember our prices are the lowest.
ROB’T H. MAY & GO.,
BROAD STREET,
Opposite Georgia R. R. Bank
AWUSTA, GA.
ORDER YOUR
Saw Mills, Cane Mills
Grist Mills,
And Plantation and Mill Machinery
Engines and Boilers, Hangers, Cotton Screws,
Shafting, Boxes, Mill Pulleys, Journal
Gearing, Gudgeons,
Turbine Water Wheels,
Gin Gearing, Judson’s Governors, Diss
ton’B Circular Saws, Gummers and
Files, Belting and Babbit Metal
and Brass Fittings, Globe
and Check Valves and
Whistles,
Gnages, Iron Fronts, Iron and Balconies Brass Castings, Gin Ribs,
and Fence Rail¬
ing.
Geo. R. Lombard & Co.,
FOREST CITY
Foundry and Machine Works,
NEAR THE WATER TOWER,
1014 to 1026 Fenwick Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
(^“Repairing promptly done at Lowes
prices.
CENTRAL HOTEL,
AUGUSTA, CA.
MRS. W. M. THOMAS, Pbohubtress
This hotel, so well known to the citizens of
Lincoln and adjoining connties, is located
in the center of the business portion of
Augusta. Convenient to Fostoffloe, Tele¬
graph office and Depot, and other induce¬
ments to the public such as only first-class
hotels can afford.
LINCOLNTON, GA. V FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1883.
Two TrtUno,
L
Throw open wide the throttle-valve,
Your train seems but to stand;
Go swifter, swarthy engineer,
Down to the Southern land.
The fairest girl abideth there
That Nature everplanned;
You cannot go too fast for me
Down to the Southern land.
n.
I held her to my heart awhile’,
I pressed her dainty hand,
Then turned my moistened eyes again
Back to the Northern land.
How slowly does the glass of time
Ponr ont its grosser sand!
0 engineer, too fast yon go
Back to the Northern land!
A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.
New Jersey, as well as New York,
was originally settled by colonists from
Holland, and although the English at
one time got possession of the terri¬
tory, the Dutch regained it and held it
under the name of Achter Kol, until
1673.
Among the early emigrants from
Holland was a family by the name of
Kovenhoven, who took up lands in
what is now Monmouth county, near
the present village of Eatontown.
Their descendants, under the anglicized
name of Conover, live in the same
regions to this day.
In 1777-78 this family had a farm on
the ocean shore, probably within the
present limits of Long Rranch. At
that time the men folks were all away
with the Continental army, under
General Washington. The family left
at home consisted of the mother, a
daughter of eighteen or twenty years,
a son of sixteen years, and another of
ten. These contrived to support them¬
selves on the farm, and also to contri¬
bute liberally to the Continental
cause.
Notwithstanding the defenceless
condition of the place, with the enemy.
in possession of the country, the Ko¬
venhoven homestead was an important
post in a line of secret communication
kept up between the parties of New
York and the East, and their friends
beyond the Delaware.
The elder of the Kovenhoven boys,
though only a growing lad, was a
trusted messenger in this “grape-vine”
postal service, and by his skill and dar¬
ing in working through the British
lines had already w r on the name of Kalte
Kovenhoven, or, as we would say now,
Cool Conover.
Early in the summer of 1778, w T hen
General Clinton was preparing to aban
ion the line of the Delaware and fall
oack on the Hudson river, a body of
Hessian troops was sent through the
lerseys to open the way to Sandy
Hook, where the army was to embark
‘‘or New York.
The Hessians harried the country to
(ome extent, foraging as they advanced,
md making special efforts to break up
die secret postal service know T n to be
maintained in spite of their utmost
vigilance. The line was kept running
fit that time, as may readily be sup¬
posed, with redoubled activity, and the
messengers spared neither risk nor
hardship to get their dispatches
through. The service was all the
harder as the activity of the enemy
forced them to seek roundabout ways
and travel long distances. The route
was turned down through the pines, an
unbroken wilderness extending, at that
time, nearly across the South Jerseys.
One night in J une young Conover
returned home from a trip into the
pines weary and worn. He had ridden
many a long mile through the soft
sands of the forest without daring to
wait for rest and refreshment.
Stopping at the bars and turning his
tired mare into the salt meadow, he
shouldered the saddle and carried it up
to the barn. He had an important
dispatch with him, fastened under his
arm in a waterproof cover. Worn out
with hard riding from early morning
till after midnight, and with the con¬
stant strain of anxious watchfulness,
he felt relieved and thankful to get
home in safety.
Sitting down on a heap of straw, he
took off his heavy riding-boots, and
unbuttoned his shirt to remove the
precious package, and then, in an in¬
stant, the reaction from over-exertion
conquered him, and he dropped into a
deep sleep.
lie slept heavily until the first beams
of daylight began to shine through the
cracks in the barn. Then he was sud¬
denly awakened by a tremendous
thumping close by him. As he sprang
up the butt of a musket broke through
the door, and instinctively he realized
that for once he had been caught nap¬
ping. It was his way to face danger
when he could not avoid it; so he sprang
to the door, feeling for his package and
finding it safe under his arm, at the
same moment.
Six men stood outside, and in the dim
morning light he recognized them as a
detail from a detachment of Hessians
whom he had been dodging all the
previous afternoon. They addressed
him roughly, and one of them, in broken
English, commanded him to find forage
for their horses.
“Und, yunker,” he added, “rouse der
hause and get right away preakfast.”
The boy brought out hay and grain
in abundance for the horses, and then.
led the way to the house. His sister,
Katie, was already astir, and immediate¬
ly comprehending the situation, she
set about preparing a good breakfast,
without any fuss or hesitation.
The meal passed off quietly, the
family keeping in the background as
much as possible, and the troopers
showing no disposition to make trouble.
The corporal in charge of the detail,
after partaking mostly heartily of the
good things of the table, seemed in¬
clined to be quite friendly.
“Und what your name ist, mein
kindt?” he said to his hostess.
“Katie, sir,” replied the girl.
“Ya, woll, Katrina. Du bist liebes
rnadchen—good girl. Und der bruder?”
“My brother? His name is Ned—
Edward, I mean.”
“So, Etouart, ya! Und der fader, wo
ist?”
At this moment “Etouart” came to
the door leading the corporal’s horse.
“I’ve watered him,” he said, “and
rubbed him down as well as I could in
a hurry.”
Ya, woll, schoener keril. Now we
go about mit,” and the dangerous ques¬
tion as to the fathers’s whereabouts
was not answered.
On inquiring the way to Shrewsbury,
the corporal decided that Etouart must
accompany the party a mile or two up
the shore to point out the road. The
boy did not dare to object under the
circumstances, and was the less unwill¬
ing to go, as in w r alking up the beach,
he might meet Dennis Hendrickson,
the messenger expected to take the dis¬
patch and carry it forward. He there¬
fore led the way down to the shore
striding along by the corporal’s horse,
explaining to that worthy the state of
the tide, and the necessity of making
some haste to avoid the rising water.
The Kovenhovens still spake Hol¬
land Dutch at home, had Etouart un¬
derstood nearly everything the Hessians
said to each other, but he was careful
not to permit any sign of intelligence
to escape him. To his surprise and
consternation he foimd that one object
of their raid ’longshore was to capture
himself. They were bound for Sandy
Hook, and had instructions to pick
him up on the way, though they had
but dim ideas as to what he would be
like or where they would come up with
Edward had taken the precaution on
leaving the house to make an excuse
for handing liis sister the spyglass,
The quick-witted girl had caught the
hint to keep watch of the party, and
he knew she would do so.
After following the beach for nearly
a mile, and finding the Hessians hadn’t
a shade of suspicion in their minds as
to who he was, he was just congrat¬
ulating himself on getting out of a
dangerous predicament in safety, when
out of the very lane the soldiers were
turning into there came the last man
in the world he wanted to see. This
was a shoemaker by the name of San¬
borne, whom everybody in the neigh¬
borhood disliked and distrusted. He
evaded his duty as a patriot, and was
believed to be a traitor at heart.
Coming upon each other at right an¬
gles, Sanborne and Edward met almost
within arms’ length. No sooner did
the shoemaker see the troopers than
he threw up his hat, and loudly cried
out:
“ Kalt Kovenhoven caught, by
George! So they’ve got you at last,
you young rebel!”
Edward tried his best to make San¬
borne understand that he was not a
prisoner and that the Hessians did not
know him; but the man would not
heed his signals.
“You needn’t make signs to me,” he
said. “I don’t know any of your signs,
and I am sure I don’t want to.”
“ Kalte Kovenhoven ?” queried the
amazed corporal, looking all about
him in confusion. “A\ r o ist Koven¬
hoven ?”
“ This is him! ” exclaimed Sanborne
—“this is the little sand-snipe that has
made you more trouble than a hull
regiment o’ ragged Continentals.”
“ Du Kleiner Spitzbube!” cried the
corporal, not without amused interest.
“ Ist dot so.”
The soldiers drew their horses
around him, and, incited by Sanborne,
two of them loosened their halters to
secure him with them. If they once
confined him they would be very likely
to search him, and then they would
get possession of the dispatch. He had
no great fear as to his own fate, even
if made a prisoner; but the dispatch
they must not get hold of. Such were
the thoughts that flashed through the
boy’s mind and prompted a desperate
resort.
Dropping to the ground as one of
the troopers reached out to lay-hands
onhim, Cool Conover darted out from
between the horses and sprang across
the beach. Tearing off his coat as he
ran, he leaped into the surf, and deve
through the breakers that were rolling
and roaring from four to six feet high
over the bar.
“Fire!—fire!” screamed Sanhome.
“He’ll get away from you!”
But the stolid German soldiers were
not given to firing without orders, and
the corporal, completely bewildered
could only remark:
“ Dot poy will go trownt.”
“Etouart,” however, had no inks*
tion of drowning. Clearing the line of
breakers, he struck out straight off
shore, and, although several shots were
fired at him, he was not hit, and soon
he was out of musket range. The
tide, running flood, carried him up the
beach, and the soldiers followed along
after him, expecting him soon to grow
weary and to see him sink under the
waves.
Katie Conover watched the depar¬
ture of the soldiers with a long sigh of
relief, and the moment they were out
of earshot called to her mother that
they were fairly off. She followed
their movements until they turned to¬
ward the lane, and then dropped the
glass, satisfied that all was well. Some¬
thing, however, prompted her to take
another look after Ned, and while try¬
ing to make him out, she saw a figure
dash across the beach and into the surf,
A moment’s reflection told her what
had occurred. She understood that
Ned had met with some sudden peril,
and rather than risk the loss of the
dispatch, he had plunged through the
surf and was swimming out into the
ocean.
“Now,” she reasoned with herself,
“he doesn’t expect to swim across the
Atlantic, and he can’t stay in the water
all day, hoping to be picked up by a
coaster. What he thinks of is that
maybe I’ll see him, and try to pick him
up with the surf-skiff; and so I will.’’
Calling her younger brother, the
brave girl ran down to the shore, and
with the child's help dragged the surf
skiff across the beach.
A Jersey surf-skiff is a very light
boat of cedar, thin as a shell and easily
handled. To launch the little craft
through the breakers and jump into it
without upsetting, required a good deal
of skill and a good deal of pluck beside.
Katie was not a novice in such things
and in a few minutes she was pulling
a strong, steady stroke up the beach
heading a point or two off shore.
She could not see her brother in the
water, but after rowing, as it seemed
to her, a very long time, she saw the
soldiers on the sand, and judged that
Ned must be somewhere in line with
them. Pulling on until she came
abreast of them, she stood up and
looked about her. She found she was
at least a mile off shore, and two miles
up the beach from home.
Ned was nowhere to be seen, and
after scanning the sea in every direc¬
tion, she sank back with a sickening
fear that he had gone down. At that
moment she heard a faint call, and ris
ng again, could plainly distinguish a
distant hail. She could not see any¬
thing at first, but pulled rapidly in the
direction of the sound, with her head
over her shoulder ; she was presently
gladdened by a glimpse of something
yet a long way off.
Bowing for dear life, she soon made
out her brother’s arm occasionally ap¬
pearing on a rising wave. He was
floating almost under water, and was
very nearly exhausted. Kate had to
give him the oars to rest on, and help
support him as best she could for some
time before he was able to scramble
into the skiff.
The girl had done her best, but with
all her speed he had been an hour in
the water when she reached him. The
loss of a few moments might have lost
his life. With Ned lying in the bottom
of the skiff limp and faint, Katie pulled
away for home with a glad heart, and
if she cried a little, it was for joy as
much as anything.
They found Hendrickson waiting for
Katie’s return, thinking she might pos¬
sibly have the dispatch, though he little
expected to see Ned with her.
The Hessimis had watched their es¬
caping prisoner until almost out of
sight, and then they saw him throw up
his arms and disappear. When Katie
came along in her boat they supposed
her search would be useless, and had
turned into a lane leading inland. On
reaching their rendezvous at Sandy
Hook they reported that the boy had
been drowned and his body carried out
to sea.
Sanborne hastened to spread the same
report through the neighborhood, and
his friends thought they had lost Mas¬
ter Ned, and great was the rejoicing
when he reappeared the next day sound
and well, and everybody said:
“Isn’t that just like Kate Koyeii
hoven?”
LADIES’ DEPARTMENT.
Fb.hion Note*.
Feather fans are fashionable.
Brasses are again revived in brie-fr
brae and objects of art.
Black dresses are in favor and are
often made of two materials. *
Nonpareil velveteen is a desirable
material for ladies’ and childrens’
dresses.
Plaids are fashionable made up with
plain goods matching or harmonizing
in color.
Koman gold is fashionable in jewelry
and the demand is for light, graceful
patterns.
Cashmere is worn in all plain shades
of color, and also brocaded in small de¬
signs.
Very pretty frames for photographs
are worked on linen in outline stitch,
fruit and flower designs being generally
used.
Clocks introduced in pottery plaques
and hung upon the wall are counted
with passing fancies.
There are revolving fire-screens
which produce fine efforts of color in
stained and decorated glass.
Velvet, Ottoman repped silks, bro¬
caded satins and silks, with large
figures, and sometimes brightened with
gold threads, and plain satins and plain
silks are the stuffs used for the richest
evening dresses.
Bright bows and loops of soft,
lustrous Ottoman ribbons are placed
among the falls of lace neck bows when
lace is used for this purpose; but ribbon
alone forms the greater number of
bows for the neck.
Basques, with a sharply pointed
front, short on the hips and postilion
backs, are much worn, with narrow
box pleatings being placed around the
bottom and terminating under the
postilions in the back.
F or dancing toilets are imported very
beautiful transparent silk muslins of
exquisite texture and finish, with single
large flowers, such as roses and
carnations, dropped upon pale-tinted
grounds. Onepattem in these fabrics
shows a pale tea-rose, yellow ground
brocaded with pale pink azaleas and
foliage, and a second pattern, already
made up in Watteau style, has a
ground-work on pale blue, scattered
over with blush roses and sweet-pea
blossoms.
Served Him RUrht.
Middy Morgan, the woman stock-re¬
porter of a New York paper, taught an
insolent policeman a valuable lesson
the other day. This . fellow mistook
her for a wanderer from the backwoods
as she was walking on a wharf near
the Battery recently, and loudly ad¬
vised her to “walk overboard.” She
quietly took his number, reported him
at his station, identified him when he
appeared at the end of bis watch, and
had him suspended for two weeks with¬
out pay. The astounded rough tried
to beg off, and his fellow-officer shut
him up with the remard, “Served ye
right.”
New York’s Boarding School Girls.
Did you ever see such pretty things
as the boarding-school girls of New
York? says a writer in a city paper.
They sally out to walk every after¬
noon, rosy with the strong airs of this
low gneiss island; demure as nuns and
representative of all places, but the
native New York type prevails with its
brunette skin, gray eyes, height of
figure, almost manly countenance and
carriage, and well-turned feet. The
Philadelphia girls have gentler, more
submissive faces, the Boston girls have
more beans in their skin and culture in
their scrawn, the Baltimore girls have
ost their old reputation and prettier
faces are now seen in Washington,
beauty in the AYest is very poorly or¬
ganized, and too corn-fed, but there is
a thing called “style” about these
Manhattan belles which makes every
one of them the model for a carved
Goddess of Liberty.
A Woman Kescaes a Boy in Mid-Ocean.
A Sydney (Australia) paper says :
A short time ago, Mrs. G. A. D. Mc¬
Arthur Campbell, formerly a resident
of Coonamble, distinguished herself by
a deed of admirable bravery. Mrs.
Campbell was a passenger in a steamer
from Hong Kong to one of the northern
ports of Queensland, and one day a
little boy aliout four years of age, to
whom the lady was much attached,
fell overboard, the accident occurring
through a sudden lurch of the vessel.
AVith the exception of Mrs. Campbell
and the man at the wheel all the pas¬
sengers and erew were at dinner.
AVithout waiting for a life buoy or
divesting herself of any clothing, and
simply saying to the man at the wheel;
“Don’t tell the child’s mother,” Mrs.
Campbell plunged into the water, swam
to the boy, and held him up till both
were rescued, the steamer having been
promptly stopped and a boat lowered.
Neither the lady nor the boy weremuch
the worse for the immersion.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 16.
OUt Low*.
I met her; she was thin amroIET;
She stooped, and trod with tottering fiwti
The hair was gray that once was gold,
The voice was harsh that once was sweet;
Her hands were wrinkled and her eyes,
Robbed of the girlish light of joy,
Were dim. I felt a sad surprise
That I had loved her when a boy.
Gut yet a something in her air
Restored me to the vanished time;
My heart grew young and seemed to wear
The brightness of my youthful prime.
I took her withered hand in mine,
Its touch recalled a ghost of joy;
I kissed it with a reverent sigh,
For I had loved her when a boy.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
None have less praise than those who
hunt for it.
No star ever rose and set witboat in¬
fluence somewheru.
Do good with what thou hast, or it
will do thee no goe&
It is weak and vicious people who
cast the blame on fate.
There is a long and wearisome step
between admiration and imitation.
A large charity is the growth. «f
years, the last result of many trials.
The love of glory can only create a
hero ; the contempt or It creates a wae
mas.
You cannot dream yourself into a
character; you must hammer and forge
yourself one.
Modesty is to worth what shadows
are in a painting; she gives to it
strength and relief.
A sound discretion is not so much
indicated by never making a mistake
as by never repeating it.
Language is the amber in which a
thousand precious thoughts have been
safely imbedded mid preserved.
Good breeding consists in having no
particular mark of any profession, bat
a general elegance of manners*
~
Mary B. Whiting says in the Chri*
tian Union: “About our home is a
hedge of Norway spruces, planted
forty years ago, and now r e a ching ,
green, brave and tall up* toward the
cold New England sky. From early .
spring until late fall, warblers, fly- -
catchers and sparrows of every variety
seen in the Eastern States, visit the
larch and spruce trees, apparently to
eat the seeds and gum. Here the
finches and cedar-birds are at home,
and chick-a-dees are always to be found. ’
in the winter. Catbirds and robins
build in the spruces. I can think now
of eight robins’ nests built in the hedge
during the past year, but the building
of a robin in any tree does not prove
that they are particularly partial to it.
They have a nest apiece in a crab
apple, a maple, a tulip, and a pear tree.
That in the crab-apple is four feet from
the earth, that in the tulip is forty.
Year after year a pair of Baltimore
orioles come to our willow tree and
build, choosing it in preference to sur
rounding elms. In a neighbor’s yard
there is a genuine Baltimore oriole’s
nest in a fork of a maple. The bird .
was weaving her pretty home in the
uthodox way—pendent from an .elm
branch—when she became entangled
in the warp and woof of the fabric,
and was cut out, after vigorous pro¬
tests by our kind neighbor. For last
spring, at least, she chose to* frame a
j simpler, more stable nest. The orioles
are particularly fond of the blossoms
of the pirus japoniea, and of the wis¬
taria. Every morning last spring they
gathered in a vine trained over my
window, and awoke me by their short
conversational notes, as they shook off
the blossoms.
The creepers and woodpeckers
throng to the chestnuts and oaks and
visit the pear trees. The humming
birds may be seen from o o’clock in the
morning to late twilight hovering about
the larch trees, often alighting to
plume themselves among the cones,
which they closely resemble in size.
These birds always come to dwarf
horse-chestnut trees when they are in
blossom, and I have noticed that year
after year the tiny thrush explores
the roots of these shrubs, apparently
searching for seme grub peculiar to
the tree. In the Spanish horse-chest¬
nut trees the white-eyed vireos build,
though they seem more partial to
alders. That the crow builds in the
maple and the bluebird in the apple,
every one knows, but the larch and
spruce trees certainly attract the greats
est variety of interesting birds of any
trees in this vicinity.
But let him who owns spruce trees
beware of striped red squirrels. The
little rogues eat the cones and all the
young tips of the branches, then build
in the evergreen tops and store their
nests with every pear and nut they
can steal. Every spring they chucker
at the robins, it is whispered that they
rob red-breasts’ nests, and the old ad¬
ored factotum gets his gun in order to
shoot them : but the winter snow*
show just s many tiny tracks under the
spruces , which say, plainly and defl
antly, “Red Bimnie: his mark."