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LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 27, 1883.
IVhere the Feme a rote.
In quiet nooks,
Where flows the Bummer brooks,
Or in the forests at the green trees* feet—
A sweet retreat—
Grow the ferns.
In cool, /lurk caves,
'Wlioso walls the streamlet laves,
Even where the giant rocks ara towering
steepest
And glooming deepest,
Grow the ferns.
Where no one sees
rhem bending to tlio breeze,
Sheltered by some old ruin grim and lioary,
In summer glory
Grow the ferns.
A Mining Story.
“ ‘Eureka gold mining company.’
Don’t it look important on paper? I
tell you, boys, we’ve got a good thing,
but we must work!” said Tim Flynn,
glancing at the piece of paper in his
hand.
“Yes,” replied Joe Bagly with a
sleepy vawnT “bat let’s go to roost
now. We can’t do anything more to¬
night.”
The men, eight in number, had been
sitting -around a camp fire discussing
their prosp ects. The Eureka mine
originally belonged to a party of East¬
ern capitalists, who, having worked it
for a short time and finding it did not
“pan out” according to expectations,
sold their interest to the men who had
just taken possession of the property,
Which they firmly believed would prove
an El Dorado. They were poor in
purse, for they had had invested their
all in the new venture, but were rich
in hope and courage.
“It is a well-known fact,” Flynn
would assert twenty times a day, “that
the Eureka is on a range with the
famous Empire, which yields as high as
thirty thousand per ton, and we are
sure to strike the same vein. Some
day we will wake up to find ourselves
millionaires. It is only a question of
time.”
The next morning seven of the men,
who were the actual owners, began
work, leaving Si Reed, whom they
termed silent partner, to do the chores
about the camp. Reed was pale and
thin and had an anxious, expectant
look upon his face. He seldom spoke
to anyone, which fact had gained him
the soubriquet of Silent or Si Reed.
He was devotedly attached to Flynn,
who had befriended him while in
Sacramento, and exhibited such sincere
grief when he heard of his intended
departure for the mines, that Flynn
Invited him to join the party.
The miners worked like beavers,
delving down into the earth that each
felt certain held in her virgin bosom
the gold which would enrich them.
They began their labors at the first
streak of dawn, toiling unceasingly
through the entire day, each dreaming
his own dream of future greatness.
Weeks sped by; pan after pan was
washed, the contents examined, then
thrown aside. But they were not dis¬
heartened. The gold was there. The
next blow of the pick might reveal it.
One evening, after supper, Joe Bagly
said;
“How’s the fodder,SI? Last another
week, eh?”
“No, hardly enough for another
week.**
“You must put us on low rations
then. What d’ye say, boys ?”
“Agreed,” they answered In chorus.
The next day, when Si gave each
man his portion, they laughingly de¬
clared that Flynn had received the
lion’s share—which was true; for
Reed had robbed himself in order that
his friend should have his usual supply,
albeit no one suspected the bit of self
sacrifice. The week was stealing away
and they had not “struck it.” The
hearts of the miners were growing
heavy with dread. Yet they dared not
give vent to their fears. Each felt
that success depended upon his indi¬
vidual courage, and no one was will¬
ing to dampen the ardor of the others
by expressing doubts of their ultimate
triumph.
One day, while seated on the ground
eating their midday meal, a little girl
appeared before them.
“Hello!" cried Flynn, springing to
his feet, “where did you come from?
“Please, sir, I’ve bin walking ever
so far. Ma saw yer camp-fire las ’
night, and told me how to get here.
6he couldn’t come herself, ’cause
Freddie’s sick. May I sit down ? I’m
awful tired.”
She glanced timidly at the men, then
at the empty pot in which the dinner
of beans and bacon had been cooked.
“Where does your ma live ?” inquired
Bagly.
“She doesn’t live nowhere. We’re a
hunting for pa.”
"Did you expect to find ’im here?”
“No, sir; but we’re hungry, and ma
thought you’d give us somethin’ to
eat.”
The men roared with laughter.
Something to eat, when they had just
devoured their last cut of bacon.
“Not another mouthful, boys. We
must give the chick what’s left,” said
Bagly, scraping the remains of each
dinner into his own tin plate. “Here,
little ’un, eat this, and when you’ve
satisfied the cravin’s, ye can tell us
where ye come from.”
“Please, I’d rather take it to Freddie,
pleaded the child, “’cause he’s little an’
sick.” .
“Ye ain’t bigger’n a pint of cider
yerself,” laughed IJaglv. “Eat it, an
we’ll give ye some for the others.”
The promise satisfied the child, who
quickly devoured the contents of the
dish.
“Been on low rations, too, I reckon,”
chuckled one of the men.
“Now tell us about yoiu mother.
Where is she, and whose trail is she
on ?” said Flynn.
“She’s ’way down there in an old
log-house where nobody lives. We
was going to Kiwanna camp, ’cause
we heard pa was there, but Freddie
took sick, and ma’s afraid he’ll die; so
if ye’ll please give me some wittles
I’ll go back, ’cause she’s alone.”
“What’ll we do, boys?” asked Bagly.
“We can’t leave the critters there;
some of us must go with the chick and
bring them here.”
“Reed can be spared,” suggested one
of the men.
“Bah!” interrupted Ben Skinner, a
surly, ill-natured fellow—“Reed, with
his white face, that grows whiter every
day! If the woman saw him she’d
think death had come for the young¬
ster, sure.”
The men glanced toward Si, who
w*as leaning against a tree, apparently
oblivious of what was going on around
him, and evidently did not hear the
unfeeling remark.
“Look here, boys,” remarked Flynn,
gravely, “our larder is about empty,
and we must replenish it. Let’s draw
lots to decide w r ho will ride into town
for provender. We are out of funds,
but this,” taking a valuable watch
from his pocket, “can be left as secu¬
rity.”
“And this can keep it company,”
said Bagly, producing a handsome pis
tol.
Skinner drew the slip of paper upon
which the word “go” was written.
“The little gal can sit before ye, and
ye can stop at the cabin and give this,
the last of our hard tack, to the
woman,” said Bagly.
Fleetwood, their only horse, was
quickly saddled, and Skinner started on
his errand.
“Tell yer ma to fight her luck a few
hours longer, and when supplies come
we’ll give ye a rousing supper,” shout¬
ed Bagly, as they rode away.
When some distance from the hut
Skinner put the girl down; gave her
the biscuit and resumed his journey.
In the evening Flynn and Bagly
went over to the hut, intending to
bring the woman and her children up
to camp.
“Skinner will get back about eight
o’clock. I guess the sick boy only
wants a little feeding up to make him
all right,” remarked Flynn as they ap.
proached the hut.
They found the woman seated on
the rough floor with the boy on her lap,
and Maggie, their, late visitor, at her
side sound asleep. With tearless sobs
she related her sad story. About five
years before, or when Freddie was
only a few weeks old, her husband left
her to join a party of prospectors who
were going to the Sierra Nevada re¬
gion, and she had never heard from or
seen him since. She waited until her
funds were nearly exhausted ; then
made her way to Sacramento. While
supporting her children as best she
could, she learned that the party had
broken camp; her husband had been
brought to Sacramento and placed in a
hospital, where he remained a long
time seriously ill with brain fever. She
traced him to the hospital, only to find
that he had gone away again; no one
could tell whither. Recently she learned
that a man answering his description,
and bearing the same name, was work¬
ing in the Kiwanna mines, and she was
on her way them He had always been
a fond husband and father, and she
believed he had searched for her also,
but they had missed each other.
The two men were deeply moved as
they listened to the story of her suffer¬
ings, and, after much persuasion, in¬
duced her to return to camp with them;
promising|thatone of the miners .would
go the following day to Kiwanna, about
ten miles distant, and make inquiries
concerning the person she supposed
was her husband. Without further
ceremony Flynn wrapped the boy in
the blanket he had brought for the
purpose, and Bagly trudged along with
Maggie in his arms.
When the party reached camp it was
past the time set for Skinner’s return,
but he had not arrived. A bed of
brushwood covered with a blanket was
arranged for the guests, and after they
had lain down the men lighted their
pipes and gathered around the fire >
conversing in low whispers and listen¬
ing eagerly for the sound of the,horse'3
footsteps.
“He oughter bin here long afore
this,” said Hagly, rousing himself from
a brown study. “Boys, he’s scooted.”
The suggestion fell like a bombshell;
no one spoke for a moment, then Bag
ly resumed:
“He’s got your watch, Flynn—my
pistol and Fleetfoot. He’s gone sure
as shootin’. I saw the cussedness a
shinin’ in his eyes when he drew the
slip.”
The others were loth to accept their
comrade’s suggestion, but all crept to
their resting-places with heavy hearts
“We kin live on bean3,” muttered
Bagly, “but what will become of the
woman an’ her kids ?”
In the morning there was consider¬
able excitement in Eureka camp. Two
of the men, Bagly and Reed, were mis¬
sing. After a protracted search the
latter was found near a clump of
bushes some distance away in an un¬
conscious state, having apparently fal¬
len in a fit. They carried him back to
camp, laid the limp form on a bramble
bed and gazed at each other in blank
dismay.
“Call the woman; p’raps she’ll know
what to do,” advised Tom Knowles.
The woman did not wait to be called.
Seeing that something was amiss she
approached the group. The next mom.
ent a heartrending cry burst from her
lips. Failing upon her knees she threw
her arms around the sick man and
kissed his still, white face in a wild,
distracted way. A slight tremor passed
over Reed’s frame. He opened his eyes,
looked wistfully at the woman bending
over him. Then a gleam of intelligence
illuminated his countenance; he recog¬
nized the faithful wife from whom he
had been so long separated by a singu¬
lar freak of fate. For one brief mo¬
ment soul met soul. He raised bis hand
heavenward, murmured faintly, “Up
there, Maggie,” then earned his soubri¬
of Silent Reed.
A solemn stillness prevailed around
Eureka camp when Flynn and his com¬
rades returned from their unsuccessful
search for Bagly. The remainder of
the party were sitting around in des¬
pondent attitudes, while Mrs. Reed,
with the sick child on her knees and
one hand fondly resting on the dead
man’s face, looked the very embodi¬
ment of inconsolable grief. Flynn—
tender-hearted Tom Flynn—how his
burly frame shook with sobs as the
touching death scene was described to
him.
“Boys,” he said huskily, “we must
face our hard luck like heroes. I have
insisted all along that the Eureka held
a fortune for each of us, because I be¬
lieved it. But—” it cost him a strug¬
gle to utter the next words, which were
the extinguishment of the hope that
had enabled them to endure privation
and hunger without a murmur. “But,”
he went on, “I was mistaken. After
that poor creature has grown accus¬
tomed to her sorrow we will bury
poor Si and pull up stakes. We won’t
abandon them, boys. For his sake we
must protect those lie loved.”
The others heartily agreed to the
last clause. While arranging their
plans for the future, little Maggie
bounded down the hillside, singing
blithely, unconscious of the bereave¬
ment that had befallen her.
“Look!” she shouted gleefully, “what
nice stones I have found. Full of
bright specks jes like eyes.”
Flynn took the stone she held to¬
ward him. Ilis face, rough and weather¬
beaten, grew pallid with sudden joy.
“Boys,” he whispered, in a tone of
suppressed excitement, “she has ‘struck
it.’ Where did you find this, Maggie ?”
“Way up there, past the big hole,”
she replied, vaguely wondering at his
white face.
In a moment the men fell into line,
Maggie leading the way to the spot
where she found the precious stone.
As they passed the mouth of the pit,
the scene of their fruitless labors,
Flynn stopped to get a shovel. The
others followed his example, carrying
with them the implements they had
cast down in a hopeless way the night
previous. They set to work silently,
being too much excited to speak. If
disappointment awaited them now !
No, two or three blows, such as had
never been dealt before, told them
that they had “struck it” at last. They
paused, looked at each other for a mo¬
ment, then the hills echoed and re¬
echoed with the shout of triumph that
burst simultaneously from their lips.
They returned to camp, Flynn carry,
ing Maggie on his shoulder, just as
Bagly appeared in sight with a bag of
provisions on his back. In a few words
he explained how, before daylight, he
had started for Kiwanna to beg food
for the woman and her children. After
a hasty dinner some of the men went
to select a pleasant spot in which to
lay the remains of their comrade, and
Flvnn set out for town to mako ar-
rangements about having the camp
supplied with provisions.
Several hours later he returned in
high spirits and related how he had
encountered Skinner in a tavern, and
demanded the return of the horse,
watch and pistol that had been entrus¬
ted to him. He blustered and swore for
a while, and finally agreed to sell hi 3
claim for the articles he had already
appropriated to his ow*n use. Flynn
did not apprise him of the lucky turn
of Fortune’s wheel, but took precau¬
tions to have the exchange legally
drawn up and signed.
“He played us a mean trick,” con¬
cluded Flynn, “but I got the best of
him, and now* I propose to transfer his
share to the orphans and widow of our
old friend.”
No dissenting voice was raised against
the proposition; furthermore, they all
declared that Maggie should henceforth
be called the Ward of the Eureka Min¬
ing Company.
The next day Si was buried, and a
week later, when the success of the
mine had become an established fact,
Mrs. Reed and her children were taken
back to Sacramento. The sudden
change of fortune, coupled with the
death of her husband, proved too much
for the poor woman, and the two -or¬
phans became the actual wards of the
Eureka Mining Company.
A Fine City
Canton is one of the finest Chinese
cities, and is superior to any I have
yet seen in cleanliness and good order.
The people are intelligent, active and
business-like; and its narrow streets
are filled with a stream of men
and women, as unceasing as the stream
that flows over London bridge daily.
As I pass along the streets in a chair,
it is one continuous fight for passage
room; and the various collisions that
occur provoke groans on both sides
from the chair-bearers and carriers of
goods. Now a great basket of green s
bumps against the sides, and now a
pig inclosed in a basket is brought up
against the chair, to the mutual alarm
of pig and passenger. Presently,
another chair comes down in the
opposite direction, and perhaps con¬
tains a portly mandarin in official garb.
Then, a great shouting ensues on both
sides, and a tangle, in which the man.
darin makes the most of the opportun¬
ity to look at the foreign lady. Then
the chairs extricate themselves, and on
patter the bearers. Crash goes the
chair against a child’s head, but the
head seems used to such treatment;
and, while I involuntarily cry out and
raise my hands, the child makes no
sound. And the men rush on, pro¬
voking it may be, in their hot haste,
the occasional unfriendly sound of
“Frankeie” (foreign devil).
The streets present a very curious
appearance, being hung with long,
colored signboards, which have the ap¬
pearance of banners streaming. Among
these, glinting out brightly in the sun¬
light, are gorgeous lanterns and colored
lamps, so that the streets present a
festive aspect even on ordinary occa¬
sions. The names of the streets are
characteristic of Chinese inflation of
style. I am staying in the street of
Benevolence and Love. One street is
called Street of Everlasting Love;
another, Street of Refreshing Breezes;
another, Street of a Thousand Beauti
tudes; another. Street of a Thousand
Grandsons. Perhaps grandmothers at
home would feel that these two streets
mean one and the same thing, and I
suppose the Chinese 'grandmammas
would be quite willing to indorse that
sentiment.— National Baptist.
Relation of lYintls to Health.
The results of careful and protracted
meteorological observations by Dr.
Prestel, the German physicist, shows
that it is possible to discover the origi¬
nal cause of diseases that are depen¬
dent upon the climate and the
weather, by a proper study of the
winds as observed at that place—in
fact,that the climatic character of any
region is exactly represented by the
nature of the winds, and from their
nature at different places their salu¬
brity can be determined with much
safety. Again, he finds that the winds
and the character of the weather are
ident ical with each other for any given
month, the sickness, however, depend¬
ing rather upon the climate of the
preceding month, evidently because in
it began the sickness which appears
recorded, perhaps, in the statistical
tables of the succeeding weeks and
months. Dr. Prestel remarks that the
most unfavorable condition of the
atmosphere is a long period of prevail¬
ing calm, or very slight breezes; thus,
in many climatic diseases, as malaria,
yellow fever, etc., it appears that when
they become epidemic there has pre¬
ceded that time a long period of calm
weather, the lowest stratum of air
resting quietly upon the earth.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 41.
HVBOROV8.
There Is nothing slow about a bur¬
glar. He works pry.
The cork is the article that always
gets in a tight place.
“Seats in the Chicago produce ex¬
change are quoted at about 15000.’'
No, thank you, we are not tired. We
prefer to stand.
A case is on record where a barber
and his victim were both happy. The
former talked on without interruption
and the latter was deaf.
A poet asks: “Where are the
springs of long ago?” The probabili¬
ties are that they have followed the
winters of the tenth century.
A Chicago exchange has a long
article on “Stocking Ponds.” Are we
to understand that Chicago girls rent
their cast-off hose for reservoirs ?
Husband—I want to tell you some
good news. I have just had my life
insured.” Wife—“Your life! That’s
just the way with you selfish men.
You would never think of having my
life insured.”
A book just published is entitled
“How to Make $500 Yearly Profit with
Twelve Hens.” We have read the
book, but we suppose the author’s
receipt is to sell the corn they would
annually eat and then kill the hens.
“I notice one thing about this hotel,
said one drummer to another as the
pair were seated at dinner; “the people
here understand the art of bread-mak¬
ing.” “So they do,” was the response^
“but they can’t help it you see; it is
inn-bread.”
“Dear me!” cried Mrs. Blossom, as
she laid down the paper, “It does seem
to me as if those state militia fellows
are always in trouble. Here’s an
account of a recent inspection where
the company turned out 58 men.
Too bad, ain’t it?”
Bote to Act in a Tornado.
Sergeant John P. Finley, Signal-Ser¬
vice officer at Kansas City, Missouri,
has published, in a pamphlet on torna¬
does, some useful directions concern¬
ing the course to be taken to escape
jthe dangers of those terrible forces.;
The inhabitant of a tornado-frequented'
district must be watchful in the season 1
^of visitations, for he can never know
when the destruction will come upon
him. On the first sign of the approach¬
ing vortex he must run—always to the
north, unless by going in that direction’
he will have to cross the entire path of
the storm. If he is nearer to the south¬
ern edge than to the center of the prob¬
able path, he may go south, bearing
slightly east; but in no event should'
he ever run directly to the east or north¬
east. It is impossible to save any
building that may lie in the path of
the tornado, or any property that can
not be got out of its way. No mate¬
rial, no method of construction can be
competent to resist the raging destruc¬
tion. Nothing rising above the ground
can escape it. The most practicable
measure of precaution is to construct
a “dug-out” at some suitable point
within easy distance from the house, to
serve as a place of refuge or shelter
The retreat should be entirely under¬
ground, with a roof at least three feet
thick, not rising above the surface of
the earth, and entered from the north¬
ern or eastern side. A “ cellar-cave ”
may be constructed from the cellar, if
the house has one, to serve as a sub¬
stitute for the “dug-out.” It should
be excavated from the west wall of
the cellar, toward the west, and should
be made as complete and secure as the
“dug-out.” If, however, the storm
can not be escaped, if no refuge is at
hand, or there is not time to get to it,
the safest thing to do is to place one’s
self against the west wall of the cel¬
lar, face forward, or against the south
wall, as near the southwest corner as
possible. The northeast quarter is in
any case a fatal position, and should
always be avoided. If one is actually
overtaken by the tornado, his only re.
source is to cast himself face down,
ward upon the ground, with his head
to the east and his arms thrown over
his head to protect it. If a stump or
large stone, or anything heavy that the
wind will not blow over, is near, he
may get a trifle of protection by throw¬
ing himself to the eastward of it. If
in a house with no cellar, he should
get into the west room, on the ground
floor if possible, and away from all
stoves and heavy furniture. The peo¬
ple of towns might find it to their ad¬
vantage to provide for having a watch,
to be on duty on all days when the air
bears the premonitory symptoms of a
violent wind storm, to give a signal to
the whole population on the appear
ance of the first real threatening signs.
The signs of the formation and ap¬
proach of a tornado cloud are distinct
and sufficiently suggestive to afford
opportunity for timely and concerted
action .—Popular Science Monthly.