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THE INCOLNTON NEWS.
J. D. COLLEY & GO.,
YOL. I.
MACHINERY DEPOT.
W. J. POLLARD,
MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT.
OF
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everything specialty. Tools can of be all used kinds, on Hancock or about machinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a
the machine business complete Inspirators, and will etc. Finally, I desire to
make a success, guarantee to furnish
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as any house in the country. My stock is the largest and most varied of any
house South. My connection with some of the largest manufactories in the
United States gives me superior advantages for furnishing the best and most
reliable work found anywhere. Be certain to call on
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AUGUSTA, GEORGIA
IN
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All the Latest Styles and Prices Chevper
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Our New Catalogue -will be Ready in Tei
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717 AND 839 BROAD STREET,
AUGUSTA, CA.
JAMES HINES,
SUCCESSOR TO
P. H. NOROTN,
"Washington - - Ga.,
—DEALl.f IN—
Groceries* aiii Potation Supplies,
Bagging and Ties, Meat and
Lard, Flour of the Best Grade.
ron, Plows, &c., Salt, Leather,
&e., Provisions of all Sorts.
The Reputation of the Houoe shall be
Maintained. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest
Living Rates.”
At Mrs. N. Brum Clark’s
Ladies will find New and Stylish Nhok
weab. Rook at the Febne Laces. They
must be seen to be appreciated.
The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬
ceived weekb during the season.
Our Mourning Bonnets and Crepe Veils
are unsurpassed in quality and price. We
keep New best EngtishCrepes, new Lisse Rnching,
Ribbons—every width, color and qual
Jty.
Black Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬
dren’s Hosiery in excellent quality—some
New Styles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts, Tour
mures. Bridal Veiling and Gloves; all kinds
of kinds. Veiling, Brunei's Nets; Nets of all
Great -variety of Laces—B lack, White and
Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting
Silk, New Jewelry, Sewing Silk, Lusterless Buttons in latest styles,
Fins, Jet Bracelets, Ear¬
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JLace new; Material forFdncy
Work, Hair Pillow Shams, Splashers, Ac.
New Goods-pretty and becoming
styles. “ Polo” Caps, “Fez”Caps,
ter” Caps—in the “TamO’Shan
Hand-Knitted new colors for Children.
Goods for Infants, Infants’
Gaps in Lace, Goods Velvet and Satin. Our Stock
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We are prepared to furniBh anything in
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promptly. tended to Orders from the country at¬
as roon as received. We never
Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent coun¬
ties will find it to their interest to send to us.
We will make any purchases for them in the
city free oi commission.
we Broad guarantee Prices and Quality.
819 Stkeet is the place to obtain
Stylish Give Articles call. for a Lady’s Toilet.
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THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON A-TNI> CHICAGO RAILROAD.
SAMUEL H. MYERS,
SUCCESSOR T
MYERS & MARCUS,
838 & 840 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS, NO.
TIONS, SHOES, HATS ANO CLOTHING.
J. M. ANDERSON,
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
Commission Merchant,
—AT THE—
Old Stand of R. A. Fleming,
903 Reynolds Street, Augusta, Ga'
^Personal attention given to all business
T. Lovo Fuller, so w ell known in Lincoln,
and who for many years has been with
Young & Hack, is in charge, and will be glad
to see hi s many friends.
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Murphey, Harmon & Co.,
NOOLIVTON, GA.,
TOMBSTONES, MONUMENTS
PUT UP TO LAST.
Work Guaranteed,
Hefer to their work throughout Lincoln
county.
Prices Very Low.
P. HANSBERGER,
-MANUFACTURER OF—
CIGARS,
-AND DEALER IN—
Tobacco, Pipes and
Smokers’ Articles.
Cigarettes Ellis to the trade Fireworks a specialty. Mann,
factory on street. by whole¬
sale.
706 Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA.
W. N. MERCIER,
COTTON FACTOR AND
Beni emission Merchant J
No.3 Warren Block,
Augusta, 6a.
Will give personal and undivided atten¬
tion to the Weighing and Selling of Cotton
Liberal Cash Advances made on Consign
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LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 29, 1883.
Go Away.
■With a humpy swish and a curdled roar,
Sweet Mary’s churn goes drumming,
Young Reuben leans on the low, half dooi
And hopes that the butter’s coming;
Then sighs and sighs, and drops bis eyes—
What words can his feelings utter ?
“O drop me down in the churn,” he cries,
"And make me into butter.”
She rests her hands, and gazing stands
At sound of his words vagary,
Then plies her Btaft, with lightsome laugh,
"0, go away!" says Mary.
If a maiden’s word means aught, they say,
The opposite sense is in it,
So Reuben finds in her “Go away !”
A “just come in a minute.”
"I hope,” says he, “I may make so free,”
With a grin and a nervous stutter.
•‘My answer should be to your cars,” says she,
“If I could but leave the butter.”
His arm on the shelf that holds the delf,
He looks across the dairy;
“Shall I go to her side? Shall I dare her pride?”
“0, go away!” says Maiy.
He takes the hint, and he takes a kiss,
With fears and inward quaking;
She does not take what he gives amiss,
Nor seem in an awlul taking.
Sweet kisses he takes so loud and fast
That he takes her breath completely;
He takes her tight in his arms at last.
And still she takes it swcelly!
The l<eait of the boy is wild with >- ;
He has won her—his bird, his fa*ry;
“I’ll U*out right lor the ring to-night!”
“O, go away!” says Mary.
THE SAME HAND.
The ranch of Senor Diaz was on a
charming slope overlooking the broad,
smooth waters of one of the tributa¬
ries to the Parana, on whose opposite
shore the rank grass grew ten and
twelve feet high. The house itself
had a tropical character; it was Span
ish-American, with a cool, shady
veranda, a long, low front,painted walls,
and latticed windows, a spacious court,
and a flat roof provided with a para¬
pet, which g»ve the structure the sem¬
blance of a fort. Many zeres of cul¬
tivated land showed long lines of
sugar-cane and tall trees laden with
bananas, in surprising contrast to the
dark, impenetrable mass of wild bush
which surrounded the settlement in
the further distance.
Senora Diaz was one of the tropical
beauties of whom Murillo dreamed.
“I am going to test your gallantry”
she said, coming out on the veranda
where I sat, “ by asking you to help
me water my flowers, for, with my
lame hand, it is not easy for me to lift
the heavy watering pot.”
“I am at your service, but allow
tae—am I wrong?—to remind you
that you promised me the story of
how your hand was lamed.”
“ Certainly. As soon as the flowers
are watered we will have coffee on the
veranda, and you shall hear ail about
it.”
Accordingly, I was soon sipping
coffee with the little Lolita, my host’s
only daughter, and my pet, beside me,
while her mother rolled a cigarette
lighted it, and began as follows :
“When we first came here, years
ago, it was a very different looking
place. The wild bushland reached to
the edge of the water, and was such a
dark wilderness of thorns, brambles,
palms, wild fig-trees and other tropical
vegetation that I did not dare venture
into its depths. But my husband and
his workmen went manfully to work,
felled trees, uprooted stumps, made
hedges and ditches all day long, except
in the severest heat, and I often saw
them come home so wearied that they
would fall asleep where they stood,and
first think of food tlv.ee or four hours
later, when they awo.V.
“After a while thsy got a portion
of the ground under subjection, but
after the acres were cleared and we
began to plant, we had a throng of
foes to combat. The worst were the
ants, which, watched for.on account of
their depredations on plantations, have
a way of making underground pas¬
sages until they undermine the whole
surface of a field, and it falls in like
the crust of a cake. Just north of us
is a great gap in the ground, full of
bushes and wild grass, with here and
there some rotten timber, where a
whole settlement sank from the ants
undermining the foundations. From
this comes the saying we have in
Paraguay that our worst enemies are
the Indian braves and the Indian ants.
“Luckily, the only Indians were
friendly ones who exchanged all kinds
of provisions, especially dried meats,
for knives and brandy. We poisoned
the ants, dug up their nests, flooded
their passage ways with boiling water
and so, in a great measure, were free
from them, .although they now some¬
times come from the woods to attack
the plantation.
“But after them came another
plague—snakes. For a long time I
though it was hopeless. My husband
used to call them the tax collectors,
and they did come just as regularly.
No day passed without our finding one
or more in the house. And once—Oh,
heaven 1 —what a fright I had! When
Lolita was a baby,my husband and his
men had gone off one morning as
usual, and the child was asleep on a
mat at the end of the room. Sudden¬
ly I saw on the floor the skin of a
mouse from which the whole body had
been sucked as from an orange.
1 knew at once that a snake must be
near, for they feed on mice and eat
them in this fashion; but much as I
looked around, I could see no snake,
till all at once it occurred to me, per¬
haps it was under the baby’s mat. I
snatched the child up and placed her
i * safety. Then I softly lifted a part
of the mat, and there it was, the long,
slimy, green and gold reptile, coiled up
and fast asleep. Ah ! how I jumped !
I ran out in the court to call help.
Luckily our man, Jose, was there, and
he killed it. But as we cleared more
acres, the snakes left us to hide in the
forest. I began to hope our cares
were ended, but they were only just
begun. Wild beasts now first appear¬
ed upon the scene.
“ One at irning, just as we were at
breakfast, oae of our herdsmen brought
the news that our cattle, which grazed
in the tall grass on the other side of
the river, had been attacked by a
jaguar, that had killed one of the bulls.
The man who told us escaped with his
life, yet he would scarcely done so had
he not misled the beast, or had there
not been a fat ox there.
“A week passed without a new
alarm, and we had come to think less
about it, when suddenly three or four
Indians rushed to tell us how a great
jaguar had broken into their camp and
killed a woman and one of their dogs.
When my husband heard the story he
concluded that it was the same ani¬
mal that had attacked our bull, for the
Indians described the creature as of a
singular color, far lighter than any they
had seen about there, so they had
named it * The White Death.’ We all
thought it now time to do something,
and my husband called his people to¬
gether to go out and hunt it.
“ I remember that morning distinct¬
ly. They went away cheerfully
enough, each man with his gun and
hunting-knife, and Moro, the blood¬
hound, was with them. My husband
turned round just as he entered the
wood and kissed his hand to me.
Then they vanished in the forest.
“ When I found myself with Lolita
alone in the house and thought of
what might happen if they met that
terrible wild animal, such anxiety
seized me (although I never thought I
could be in danger) that I could not
be contented till I had locked every
door in the house ; and then I seated
myself in the great sitting-room, took
Lolita on my lap, and tried to tell her
a story.
“ Suddenly I heard a scratching
along the roof, and then a dull thud, as
if something heavy had fallen. Anx¬
ious and nervous, I had no presenti¬
ment what it was. The next moment
I heard just over me a sound which I
could not mistake—a long, passionate
roar that I often heard from the woods
at night, and never without feeling as
if my heart stood still. The thought
rushed through my mind, ‘ Oh, heaven,
the jaguar !’
“ I shall never forget that moment.
One minute I was quite rigid and help¬
less, as if life had departed, and then
a thought flashed upon me—the jaguar
was not to be kept off if he penetrated
here from the roof, for the most of the
inner doorways had only draperies
In my dining-room was a great wood¬
en meal-chest, nearly empty and large
enough to hold six or seven persons at
once. If Lolita and I can get there, I
thought, we are saved.
“ I seized the child, ran with her into
the dining-room, and crept into the
chest. Unfortunately, it had a spring
lock, so that I was forced to hold the
lid open with one hand to guard
against its locking and immediately
stifling us ; but it had more than an
inch of outer rim, which completely
hid my fingers.
“It was not a moment too soon.
We were scarcely hidden when I heard
the great claws scratching along the
floor, and the hungry sniffing of the
jaguar showed me that he was in
search of food. He came straight to
the chest, and then paused a moment
as if he feared a trap. Then he put
his head close to the small opening, so
that I could feel his hot breath. He
sniffed a while, and then tried to raise
the cover with his paw.
“ How I trembled! But, thank God
the great paw would not go in the
narrow crevice, and I held the cover
fast by clinging to the inner part of
the lock with all the strength of des¬
peration. All he could do was to
stretoh out his tongue and lick my fin¬
gers until they bled as if they had been
scratched by a saw. And then, as he
tasted blood, and heard Lolita cry—for
my poor darlifig was just as frighten¬
ed as I was—his eagerness increased
and he began to make piercing yells,
which sent icy chills over me.
“I wonder why the fright did not
kill me; but the touch of Lolita’s lit
tie arm around my neck seemed U j
keep up my courage. j
“Still, the worst was yet to come, i
When the jaguar found he could not
reach me from below he sprang upon
the chest. His huge weight crushed !
my fingers between the two parts oi
the lock. Then I thought all was over
and shrieked so that it rang through
the whole house.
“But my cries were answered by a
sound which made my heart throb
with joy—answered by the barking of
our bloodhound. The jaguar heard it
too, for he sprang down, and stood for
a moment listening, and tlw. ran tv
the door as if to flee.
“Again came the*ound of the dog’s
bark—this time nearer—and at tht
same time the voices of men calling to
each other. Contrary to expectation
they were already coming back.
Meanwhile the jaguar seemed to be be¬
wildered, and ran wildly to and fro.
Suddenly a loud cry came from one of
the windows, and then two shots and
a fearful howl; then my husband’s
voice anxiously called:
M t Cachita, where are you f
“ I could just get out of the chest,
drag myself to the door, and let my
husband in. Then I swooned away.
“ They told me afterward that our
bloodhound found the jaguar’s trail
leading straight back to the house, and
they all hurried home like mad fearing
that harm would come to me.
“ My husband and Jose came ahead,
and shot the jaguar through the win¬
dow ; but my husband told me that
when he saw the jaguar in the house
he felt as if stifled.
“I could not move a joint of the
hand for many weeks afterward. The
Indians gave me medicine to heal it,
and they say that after a while I can
use it again. I did not need this inju¬
ry to make me remember that day. If
I were to live a thousand years I could
not forget the terrible moments I spent
in that chest.”— Argonaut.
J Remarkable Bool
The following letter from a well
known lady in Florence, says the
Boston Advertiser, describes a remarO
able book, made and decorated by a
Boston lady: I am sure you and many
Bostonians will be glad to hear of
Miss Alexander’s book,recently bought
by Buskin, for his Sheffield museum,
and for which he paid $3000.
It is a large quarto, and text, music,
and pictures are done by her own
hand in pen and ink. It has taken
her four years to do it. Buskin saw it
but once, and the next day wrote to
her mother a most flattering letter, and
offered more than her price which she
would not take. It is the folklore of
the Tuscan contadini, and often taken
down from their own lips. Many
pages are headed by a few bars of
music, giving the air for the legend,
The text is like copper-plate, and writ
ten in Italian and English verses, side
by side on the same page; the verses
framed or separated by exquisite draw
ings of beautiful mountain plants in
digenous to the region. It would be
vain to attempt a description of the
beauty of the faces in the pictures.
She says they are portraits, and she
no doubt thinks she has faithfully
copied the men, women and babies
that she lives among every summer,
and that she has glorified and immor¬
talized as Madonnas, Josephs, and
Christ childs; but I see in them that
inspiration that quite unconsciously
works through and above one's model
to one’s ideal; and they are more beau
tiful, more holy, and more refined than
the old master’s ideals, The first
picture is the view from her home here
in town in Prazza Santa Maria Novella,
and takes in the beautiful arches of
the cloisters of that church. Some
are mountains that are the home of the
legends, and some have even idealized
cows and asses in the pictured Christ
story. Miss Alexander is a Boston
woman, and says she never took a
lesson in her life. She, as you know,
is daughter of a portrait-painter, well
known there years ago, and one of
whom we are all proud. The book is
unique and it is a rare treat to look it
over. The peasant woman who turns
the leaves and shows the book, and
who has lived twenty years with her
mistress, and loves her, is a study.
She does it with a reverence and appre<
ciation charming to see.
The book has made such a stir here
that names are down for several
weeks to see it, as only four can look
comfortably at it at once, and then it
goes to England.
There is a dark red line on the mat¬
ting of the House of Commons about a
pace from the benches. It was origi¬
nally intended to prevent members
drawing their swords on each other,
and it is to-day considered out of order
for a member, when debating, to out¬
step it by more than six inches.
The Teachability of Oysters
^ common to quote the oyster as
the lowest example of stupidity, or ab
sence anything mental, and, as it i
a beadless creature, the accusation
m '8bt not seem wholly unfounded,
^et ^be oyster is not such a fool but
^bat it can learn by experience, for
Dicquemase asserts that, if it be taken
from a depth never uncovered by the
sea, it opens its shell, loses the water
within, and perishes. But oysters
taken from the same depth, if kept in
reservoirs where they are occasionally
left uncovered for a short time, learn
to keep their shells closed, and then
live for a much longer time when
taken out of the water.
This fact is also stated by Bingley,
and is now turned to practical account
in the so-called “oyster-schools” of
France. The distance from the coast
to Paris being too great for the newly
dredged oysters to travel without op¬
ening their shells, they are first taught
in the schools to bear a longer and long¬
er exposure to the air without gaping,
and when their education in this re¬
spect is completed, they are sent on
their journey to the metropolis, where
they arrive with closed shells and in a
healthy condition .—Popular Science
Monthly.
A Remedy for a Troubled Mind
A bachelor who had been paying his
attentions to a farmer’s family, in
which were four daughters, all of
whom had placed their husbands under
wooden monuments in the cemetery,
had struck up an acquaintance with a
wheat “corner” during a visit to Chi.
cago, and returned home a very sad
man.
The evening of his arrival home
found the young man at the farmer’s
house, and together with the widows
and old man was seated on the steps of
the family mansion. The young man
was unusually cast down, and the
farmer, noticing his dejected appear,
ance, and attributing it to a desire to
relieve his mind of the load, thought
he would assist him in unloading. So,
taking him by the arm, he led him
down to the gate, thinking to give him
an opportunity to free liis mind, and
also himself from an incumbrance of
at least one daughter.
The young man, who was constantly
thinking of the large amount of money
he had lost while in Chicago, quietly
observed: “Farmer Jenks, what might
be a remedy for a troubled mind?”
“Well,” replied the farmer, “I reckon
a widow mite.”
The young man took a tumble and
took the mite prescribed .—Carl Pret
zel's Weekly.
Ancestral Resemblances.
A recent writer on heredity points
out the fact that resemblances will
cro P out in families after centuries
have elapsed. There is a picture of
Governor Winthrop hanging up in the
Massachusetts State house. Ex-Speaker
Winthrop not long since took his seat
under the portrait, and every one was
astonished at the resemblance, between
the old Puritan and his living descend
ant in our day. The Hapsburgs, the
reigning family of Austria, have a
series of family portraits extending
back six hundred years. The likenesses
are extraordinary, and all, or nearly all
the mouths have a peculiarly-shaped
under lip. Henry of Navarre, the
French monarch, assassinated by a
priest, is reproduced in form and fea
ture by his descendant, the Due de
Nemours. The Jewish race is another
instance of a certain type of form and
feature maintaining its uniformity
over eighteen hundred years. This ex’
traordinary people have been scattered
over the earth, and subjected to every
variety of climatic and local conditions;
yet in Russ'ia, Arabia, Morocco, Ger¬
many, England, or the United States,
there is a family resemblance which
cannot be mistaken.— Demorest.
Woman as a Counselor.
A woman's advice is generally worth
having; so, if you are in any trouble,
tell your mother, or your wife, or your
sister all about it. Be assured that
light will flash upon your darkness.
Women are too commonly judged ver¬
dant in all but purely womanish af¬
fairs. No philosophical students of
the sex thus judge them. Their intu¬
itions or insight are most subtle, and
if they cannot see a cat in the meal
there is no cat there. I advise a man to
keep none of his affairs from his wife.
Many a home has been saved and
many a fortune retrieved by a man’s
confidence in his wife. Woman is far
more a seer and a prophet than a man,
if she be given a fair chance. As a
general rule the wives confide the mi¬
nutest of their plans and thoughts to
their husbands. Why not reciprocate,
if but for the pleasure of meeting con¬
fidence with confidence ? The men
who succeed best in life are those who,
make confidants of their wives.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 37.
ntJioROua.
The good dye young when their new
mustaches come out red.
There’s a skeleton in every closet
and old pieces of rusty wire in every
back yard.
A modern philosopher thinks that
early rising is well enough as far as
bread is concerned.
“What made the mule kick you?"
“Do you think I was fool enough to
go back and ask him?”
How rapidly a man loses all interest
in politics and national finances when
he shuts the door on his own thumb.
“Oh. Mabel dear, you act so queer,
what makes you act so forlorn ?” “Oh
John—boo—boo! you’d act so too, if
you had such a corn.” /
A Hew York druggist is going to
open twenty-four soda fountains in
London. His scheme will result in a
fortune or a grand fizz.
Professor Huxley says that the pres¬
ence of a rat in the house always in¬
dicates a connection with a sewer.
This will surprise many people who
don’t five within ten miles of a sewer
and are troubled with rats.
An English servant girl, who had
returned from the United States to
visit her friends at home, was told that
she “looked really aristocratic.” To
which she responded: “Yes, in
America all of us domestics belong to
the hire class.”
A boy of eight years was asked by
his teacher where the zenith was.
He replied: “The spot in the heavens
directly over one’s head.” To test his
knowledge further the teacher asked:
“Can two persons have the same zenith
at the same time?” “They can.”
“How ?” “If one should stand on the
other’s head.”
“How many races are there?” was
asked by a Kentucky school-ma’am.
Up sprang a shock-headed youngster
with a yard-wide smile on his face and
exclaimed: “Three, the spring meet¬
ing, mid-summer speeding and fall
fairs!” The teacher promptly called
the principal of the school to the
stand, and after a short but eartjfst
conference, the embryonic Ten Broeck.
was “ruled off.”
“ THE MAGBAEEXA.”
A Wonderful Formation of • in
New Mexico.
A New Mexico correspondent writes.
Did you ever hear of the “Sphynx” of
the Sierras, “The Magdalena.” About
five miles below here one of the range
separates itself from the chain, and
stands out boldly and alone, rising from
the valley abruptly and grandly. On
one side, formed partly by the shape
of the rocky ledge and partly by lich¬
ens and shrubs, is the most remarkable
profile of a woman's head and bust
that I ever saw. Gigantic in size, per¬
fect in outline, wonderful in expres¬
sion, is “The Magdalena,” the eye, the
brow,*even the eylashes, not a feature
is lacking, even to the arrangement of
the hair and the turn of the neck, as
with head slightly inclined she gazes
down into the lovely valley below.
Think of the ages that have passed
and the everchanging panorama of
human events gazed upon by this won¬
derful face. The remarkable b;md of
adventurers under Cortez passed in re¬
view before her, followed in turn by
the Jesuit priests, who took up the un¬
finished work of their predecessors and
carried it to a conclusion by establish¬
ing their mission through all this
broad frontiers. Next came the valor¬
ous band of American troops who
made their way on foot from the Mis¬
souri riner across mountain range and
plain until they knocked at the gates
of the Montezumas. Then comes the
equally valiaht prospector, who in
spite of Apaches, in spite of all the
necessaries even, of life, which he has
had to leave behind him, with a pick
in one hand and a Winchester rifle in
the other, searches for the hidden
wealth of the country; as a result come
railroads, towns, schools, churches and
a host of people, who finally complete
the task begun centuries ago, and the
wilderness blossoms with all that
makes life worth living. All these
events has the “Magdalena” seen, and
still looks down calmly and serene,
waiting for the future. This is a
wonderful country, the air is mild and
balmy, like your best April weather*
the sky is blue overhead, and the grass
under foot golden, sprinkled here and
there with clumps of the evergreen
Spanish dagger, with its long, straight
blades and sharp points, which the
horses won’t touch with their feet if
they can help it, as they know by ex¬
perience how keenly they penetrate.
The solitude is grand, but oppressive,
and the valleys almost level, miles in
breadth, but hemmed in by mountain
peaks on every hand of enormous size
»mt hisirf' If it were not for the
tnaltiierous Apaches it would be a
paradise on earth.