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VOL. II.
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LINCOLNTDN, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1883.
The Thanksgiving Turkey.
“My son,” said Mialrese Fox,
"You’re clumsy as an ox,
Tis now Thanksgiving lime,
The merry bells will chime;
But we may starve,
While Dobbs will carve
A fine lat turkey on his table;
Go bring that bird, if you are able.
You’re so lazy,
For play so crazy;
No gafleyou over brought,
No chicken ever caught,
For a time o 1 true Thanksgiving,
Or for our daily living.”
Young Foxy felt quite sad,
When called a clumsy lad,
And just at night,
With all hi, might,
Ho ran to Farmer Dobbs's yard,
And found the turkey off his guard.
Without a word,
He choked the bird;
Then proudly slung him on his back,
ADd tookior home the shortest track.
“Good boy, my son! You are no ox;
I’m proud of you,” said Mistress Fox.
“01 name and fame you are the winner,
And we have got Thanksgiving dinner;
M idle Farmer Dobbs and his three men
M ist dine upon an ancient hen.”
BEHIND THE CHIMNEY.
A THANKSGIVING STORY.
It was Thanksgiving forenoon, and
can it be? Yes, it was thirty years
ggo! Lou Hempstead and I had visit¬
ed the pantry to see the pies which
had been baked the day before in the
big stone oven.
.“There’s mince, apple, and pump¬
kin!” said Lou, in a voice full of relish
“And two little turnovers!” I ex¬
claimed, quite sure in my own mind
who would eat them.
Then we came back in time to watch
grandmother as she turned the turkey
before the fire. The fireplace was
built of great stones, and was so deep
and broad that many a time I had sat
in one corner of it on a little stool
watching the logs burn and crumble
into coals. But this day the fire was
too big and hot, and ’ the long
crane
held three or four iron pots, all bub¬
bling and steaming, ready to cook the
vegetables for dinner. There was a
tin “baker” before the fire, and in that
lay the turkey in a pan, slowly brown¬
ing, and smelling so good, we little girls
thought.
Father and mother had gone to
meeting to hear the Thanksgiving ser¬
mon, and Aunt Ann was busy setting
the table in the “keeping-room.”
Lou and I stood by the fire - till our
cheeks grew too red and hot to bear it
any longer, and then we ran off to
play. There was a tall chest of
drawers in the keeping-room, and in it
was one little square drawer whicli
had lost its brass handle. This had a
fascination for us because it was hard
to open, and because it held odds and
ends. After several trials we got it
open, and rummaged among the but¬
tons and spools and things, till we
came across a wooden ball, carved
with a jack-knife, and inside it a
second ball partly done.
“Oh, how pretty!” I cried. “May I
have it. Aunt Ann ?”
She looked at the ball and shook her
head.
“Put it hack, Maidie,” she said,
“Your grandmother thinks all the
world of that. Giles began it before
he went to sea.”
I could remember my Uncle Giles, a
tall, strong boy of seventeen when he
went to sea. That was more than
two years before, and they had not
heard from him for a year. I knew
grandmother felt anxious about him,
and that tears came into her eyes when
he was mentioned, but I was a
thoughtless child, and had not taken it
, to heart myself.
“When he comes home he can make
another,” I said.
“I'd put it right back, Maidie,” said
Aunt Ann, as she turned away to get
out the best spoons.
But I thought I would play with it
a little while first, and 1 kept it in my
hand when we shut the drawer.
Then Lou and I went up garret to
find the kittens. There they were,
little heaps of fur, asleep in the dusty
sunshine. 4Ve roused them up for a
frolic, and made them beg and hold
out their paws. Then we wanted
something they could roll about, and I
put the little carved wooden hall down
on the floor, only meaning to leave it
there a minute till Lou got a spool out
of her pocket.
But the kittens were so full of play,
they sprang at it as quick as a flash,
and rolled it along the floor towards
the hoard partition. I ran after them,
and caught them both, hut I could not
find the hall.
“It’s gone through that hole in the
hoards,” said Lou, when we had search¬
ed behind boxes and barrels in vain.
“Let’s go around and get it,” I re¬
plied.
The board partition separated the
great dark space which was nearly all
occupied by the chimney, built of huge
rough stoi mndation rest
below, hut
Hn size to-
wards the top, was still so large there
by the garret stairs that it seemed like
a stone tower. On either side,. be¬
tween the chimney and the garret par¬
titions, was a dark, narrow, cavernous
space, where ihe projecting stones
made a foothold, and where broken
chairs had been stowed away, making
a sort of barricade. The darkness
was almost blackness as we looked in
from the tcp of the stairs.
“Your aunt Ann will scold if you
lose _
that ball,” said Lou Hempstead.
“You don’t know. She isn’t your
aunt; you’re only third cousin!”’ Ire
plied on the defensive, but secretly
uneasy.
I peered into the dark opening until
my eyes became used to the gloom, and
I could see, past the broken chairs, two
or three pieces of board resting on the
stones, and at the very farthest part al¬
most was something that might be the
ball.
“I see it! I’m going in after it!” I
exclaimed.
“Don’t you do it! You’ll get killed I"
said Lou.
“But I pushed in by the chairs and
reached the first board safely. There
I stood, leaning against the chimney,
till I could see better, and then I peer¬
ed along orrthe next board Yes, that
surely was the wooden carved ball al¬
most at the end, half under a cobweb.
I took a step or two farther, and set
my foot on the second board. Then I
looked on- and down into what seem
ed an abyss of darkness, but far below
was a little gleam of light. For an
instant I stood wondering what it
could be, and then I took another step
reaching my hand to grasp the ball
The board tilted under my foot. I
felt myself slipping into the horror of
^darkness! I heard Lou scream, and I
clutched despairingly at the rough
stones beside me. In that way I
steadied myself, and then I shut my
eyes till I got confidence enough to
step cautiously backward and recover
my footing on the first plank. It was
such a relief when I felt Lou Hemp¬
stead catch hold of my dress behind.
“I’ll hold on and pull, Maidie!” she
said, in a terror-stricken voice; but by
that time it was easy work to crawl
"past the chairs back to the stair-top
again.
“But the ball is lost forever now!” I
said, ruefully, for even as I slipped, I
had heard it bound oil among the
stones.
“Never mind,” said Lou,comforting,
ly
“But I do mind,” I replied, “for I
shall have to tell grandmother, and
that will make her think of Uncle
Giles, and she’ll cry. Anyway,though,
I won’t tell her till after dinner,” I
added.
Lou smoothed my dress and hair,
and then we went down stairs. No¬
body had missed us, and Aunt Ann
was just setting the chairs around the
“Dinner’s about ready to take up,
grids,” she said, “and, Maidie, there’s
your father and mother coming now.”
The chicken-pie, the biscuits and
butter and jelly, were already on the
table, and we ran to the kitchen to see
Aunt Ann take up the turkey and
grandmother dish the vegetables.
“The turnips are mashed and the
onions are seasoned,” said grand¬
mother. “I’m just going to take up
the potatoes. For mercy’s sake, Ann,
what’s this ?”
“I don’t know,” said Aunt Ann; “it
isn’t a potato!”
We pressed closer.
“Oil! oh! it’s the wooden hall!” I
cried. “It’s the wooden hall! I lost it
down behind the chimney, and it fell
into the potato-pot!”
I looked up and there was a little
open space where the chimney stones
above projected unevenly against the
boards of the kitchen wall. And that
was where the light had crept through.
Grandmother said afterwards that she
left the lid off the potatoes just a mo¬
ment while she went to the dresser to
get some salt to throw in, so they
would boil white.
But at the time of the discovery, all
she said was, “Giles’ ball! Poor hov!
where is he now?” In a trembling
voice.
I was sure she was going to cry, and
I felt so had I ran out past mother,
who was taking her bonnet off,
through the door and down to the
gate. And I leaned against it and
cried myself, for what with the terror
and excitement and reaction of the
whole thing, I was all unnerved. 1
did not hear a quick step that came up
the road, nor see the tall young man in
blue who approached me, till 1 felt his
hand on my shoulder, and looked up
to meet his bright eyes shining down
upon my tearful ones.
“Aren’t you my little niece?” he ask¬
ed, gaily. >
“Oh, Uncle Giles! I knew you
wasn’t drowned!” I exclaimed; and
then he lifted me on his shoulder and
took me to the house in triumph.
Then my dear, precious grandmother
had no need to shed any more tears,
except for pure happiness, and the day
was a. day of thanksgiving indeed.— !
Youth’s' Companion.
A QUEER HABITATION.
An Old Sea Cantaln’a House Built Out
of Shipwrecks.
There is a queer little nook down on
the coast below fcanta Barbara, into
which a reporter found his way a few
days ago. It is the wreck of a vessel,
perched high among the sandhills upon
the Palos Verdes rancho upon the
shores of San Pedro bay. It is the
home of a vivacious, eccentric individ¬
ual, an old salt named Captain J. F.
Janes, who boasts of having met and
vanquished, single-handed, the repre
sentatives of - the most powerful
monopoly on the Pacific coast. “Come ! :
and see my museum,” said Janes to
the reporter, who was weather bound !
on San Pedro wharf, with the mercury !
steadily crawling degree. up above the one I
hundredth “It is a queer
place, but I ain’t ashamed of it, and its !
cooler down here; beside, I want to ;
show you my lawsuits. I have 1
twenty-eight of them, all of them nail- ;
ed upon the wall, and each one repre- j
sents money.” •
The “queer place” was found in a
dry arroyo, or sandy gulch, upon the ;
nbrth side of San Pedro harbor. It is
a handsome, square house, with a
piazza extending all around it and a
flagstaff surmounting the whole. At :
:
a distance it presents the appearance i
of a tasty little hotel, and over the top -
can be seen painted upon the stern of !
some wrecked ship the words “Ocean
Villa.” it is only when one enters j
the neat little enclosure about the
house that its true character is ohserv
able. The house and its whole sur- !
roundings are made up of portions of
wrecks. The garden fence, the plants,
the ornaments all around bear the
signs of the sea. The house is a com
bination of bulwarks, bulkheads, lock
ers and cabins. The principal room
is the cabin of some first-class ship;
the roo.n above it is the cabin of s
bark. Tne kitchen is the galley of a
wrecked merchantman, and each and
all of the many apartments are either
cabins, wheelhouses or cooking galleys
transferred from some dismantled
craft wrecked upon the hay. No two
rooms are alike, ana all are construct
ed so as to preserve their original ap
pearance on the ship they were built
upon. Some are finished in natural
woods and some are ceiled with wood ,
of the most expensive character.
It is, in fact, a house made up of \
wrecks gathered together by Captain
Janes, as a waterman on the sou h
coast during ten years. The principal
portions of the house are from a wreck
of the Adelaide Cooper, which was cast ;
ashore during a southeaster about j
three years ago. The interior walls j
are covered with marine curiosities !
gathered bv sailors in all portions of
the world. The collection of hand- i
work made sailors is .
by perhaps the
best on this coast. The models of
ships and quaint carvings are splendid.
The most remarkable curiosity of all is
a large star formed out of legal docu¬
ments from the courts and sheriff’s
office, and nailed upon the wall.
“Those papers,” said Captain Janes, in
explanation, “are my lawsuits. I keep
them on exhibition like an Indian does
his scalps. Those are suits I have had
brought against me by the Southern
Pacific and by General Phineas Ban¬
ning to drive me away from this spot.
I have defied them all and have
whipped ’em. I am here yet and
there's my boats, those three little
sloops anchored in front of my house,
I oiVn this land and the water front,
and all I have about me is paid for.
When me and my wife came here we
lmd not a dollar, and we lived in a tent
made out of an old sail. Now I am
independent and next month shall
start a newspaper, the San Pedro Ship
ping Gazette. I am no scholar, never
wont to school; I am a sailor, but I
have made up my mind to grow rich
with San Pedro .”—Santa Barbara '
•
(Cal.) Independent.
Position is Everything
“What do you think of my picture?”
asked an amateur of an old artist as he
held it before him.
The old man looked at it a moment
and replied:
“Stand a little further off.” The am¬
ateur backed away with a gratified
look. “A little farther, please.” The
amateur hacked over near the open
door and the old man kept his eye on
the picture. “Still further—another
step or two, please.” By this time the
amateur was out in the hall still holding
up his picture. “Now shut the door.”
The amateur obeyed. “There,” float
ed the voice of the old fellow over the
transom, “it looks better in that posi¬
tion than in any other ; please keep it
so until I get the door locked.” And
the amateur didn’t get down stairs
soon enough not to hear the chuckling
laugh of the old gentleman on the in*
side—- Merchant Traveller.
PEARLS OP TIIOIGRT.
Anger and haste hinder good coun.
sel.
Ridicule dishonors more than dis¬
honor.
No solitude is so solitary as that of
inharmonious companionship.
One ungrateful man does an in
jury to all who stand in need of aid.
Kindness is the only charm permitted
to the aged; it is the coquetry of white
hair.
Experience is a torch lighted in
the ashes of our hopes and delu
sions.
There is no greater delight than to
be conscious of sincerity on self-exami
na ti on ,
Comparison, more than reality,
makeS men happ 7 ’ and can makethem
-
wretched '
should seek more of the practical
realities of everyday life and less of
the ethereaL
We must consider humanity as a
man who continually grows old and
always learns.
Wondrous is the strength of cheer
fulness; altogether endurance. past calculation its
of !
power
It is so easy to meditate on a far-off
heroism, so difficult to cut off a little
self-indulgence quite near at hand !
' Eosing Silver to Find Gold.
She was old and feeble and the con
doctor had almost to lift her into the
car. She hobbled to a seat and depos¬
iting her bundle on the floor, proceeded
to fumble in her pocket for her fare,
After much searching she produced a
quarter, which she handed to the con
ductor. He returned the change to
her trembling fingers, but before she
could put it in her pocket, a piece—
probably a dime—fell to the floor and
was lost between the slats at her feet,
In vain did she try to find it- It pain
ed her to hend so low, and, with a look
of resignation, she gave it up. A tall
man dressed in black, sat facing her,
and watched her intently as she leaned
back in her seat. His hand went to
his pocket, then, stooping forward, he
appeared to be looking for the lost
coin, and with an “Ah, here it is,
madam.” he stretched his hand to the
floor and raising it deposited the
money in her lap. He rose and imme
diately left the car. The old woman
beckoned to the conductor and, show
ing him a five dollar gold piece,
asked if he had not given it to her by
mistake. He assured her he had given
her two dimes. She could not under¬
stand how she came by it, but a few
of the passengers could, and as she put
ber hand to her face to hide the tears
of joy that dimmed her eyes, some one
whispered the stranger’s name. He is
one of the best known philanthropists
in New York, a member of a family
noted for many years far and wide for
its countless good deeds .—A etc York
Tribune.
Composition of the Had stone. \
Several instances of applying the
madstone to poisonous snake bites
have been reported by the Western
newspapers recently, and the testimo¬
ny of the patients is that in every case
the stone has absorbed the poison. It
is a popular belief in some parts of
the country that a person who
possesses one of these stones is armed
against all venomous creatures; hut
the savants agree that the madstone is
nothing more than the concretion
found in the stomach of the deer, and
that it has no medical properties what
ever. Prof. Holmes, the Atlantic
Constitution says, dissected one the
size of a hen’s egg, and found its
nucleus to be a perfect white oak
acorn. It was covered by four layers
of phosphates and carbonate of lime
and iron and some silex. There were
two impressions, apparently made by
the teeth of the deer before swallow
ing the nut. Acorns are a favorite
food of Carolina deer. In another
specimen Prof. Holmes found the
nucleus to be a bullet.
Eroxen Heat.
Meat is now frozen in Sydney and
sent in refrigerated chambers by steam¬
ers to London. The hulk Kica Geno¬
va is fitted up with the freezing appa¬
ratus in Darling harbor and can ac¬
commodate the carcases of 10,000
sheep or 1000 bullocks. The cold is
produced by compressing air, cooling
it, then permitting it to suddenly ex¬
pand. In this way a temperature of i
72 degrees below zero is obtained m a
few seconds. This cold air is then let
into the freezing chamber where the
carcases hang. A sheep is completely
frozen in thirty-six hours, a bullock in
five or six hours. The frozen carcases
are transferred to the freezing rooms
of the Orient steamers and conveyed
to England, at an extra cost for freight
and freezing of 3d. per pound on th#
price of the meat in Sydney.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 11.
STORIES OE FORTUNE.
IIow a Water Well Became an Oil Well
and an Oil Well a Water Well.
“Talk about tumbles in the price of
oil,” said a veteran operator on the
Bradford Petroleum Exchaterr to a
newspaper correspondent the other
day, “nothing like the one of the win
ier of 1860 has been known in the
modern days of the trade. That was
the winter that Jesse Hevdrick put
down the old Farmers’ and Mechanics’
well, or rather the company that he
formed put it down, and that was the
first company ever formed to develop
the oil territory. The well came in good
for about 3000 barrels a day, and half
of it eouldrl - t be taken care of, but ran
down the creek in a regular floo(L 0il
was oil then, and was worth $13 a
barrel. Pittsburg was the only mar
ket - and we had only one way to get
od there > and tka t was by running it
1Q barges down the Alleghany river
f ™m Oil City. Of course it was neces
sar T to have freshets to transport it in
tkls wa -’’ Tb c winter that Heydrick
3truck bis well the river was frozen
°' er ’ but be was bound to get some
° d t0 Pitt5bur g- He succeeded in
V 1 j n ° a ^ a * trough, and ran ten
flat baita down ' IIe sold a11 hls oJ
for $13 a barrel. The next dav ' a thij
set in> and in two davg the riv er bro
up. Then the boats began to run, aH
in a short time the market was ovH
stocked, and in less than a Week AH
was selling at 90 cents a barrel. i l
“The early days of oil production
were attended by many curious incfl
dents. One of the queerest was ■
streak of luck a well owner struck onl
the creek in 1863. He had drilled a i
well down to the third sand, but found
nothing but water, and three days’
continuous pumping failed to bring
anything else to the surface, so he
abandoned the well in disgust. The
next day a neighbor of his, who w as
operating on an adjoining lease, oH C||H
over to see tiie disgusted well
and informed Ixim, with much esH
ment. that since the pumping of wlH
had ceased at his well great trouol
had resulted at the other well,
had yielded thirty- barrels of oil a
as long as the water was being
but upon the stopping of the water
pumping had filled up with water and
produced no more oiL
“The result was that the man who
owned the producing well hired the
less fortunate operator to keep his
pump going, for which he paid him
$40 a week. The producing well was
thus restored to its former condition
and things worked satisfactorily for
six months, when suddenly one day the
well that had been yielding nothing
but .water began pumping oil, and the
one that had yielded oil in turn became
a water well. The changed situation
resulted in a lawsuit, which was won
by the owner of the well that had first
yielded nothing but water.”
Hoie a P'.g Hade a President.
About this time in knots about the
sunny corners and around depots and
hotels, when political stories are in
order, you will occasionally hear some
old stager remark that “a pig once
made Andrew Jackson president.” It
was never my fortune to meet one who
could remember how it came about,
hut in a copy of the American Traveler
for December 19, 1828, being volume
IV., No. 50, I find all the particulars,
which I copy for the benefit of the So¬
ciety for the Perpetuation of Old
Stories.
It appears that away back in the
early dawn of the nineteeenth century,
in the town of Cranston, R. I., Mr.
Somebody’s pig smelt a cabbage in a
neighbor’s garden—he rooted through
the fence and demoralized said garden—
the garden-owner sued the pig proprie¬
tor—James Burrill was the prosecuting
attorney—the prosecuting attorney was
a candidate for the United States
senate— the senator was chosen by the
state legislature—in that body there
was a tie, occasioned by the absence of
one of Burrill’s party, who staid away
on account of lawsuit aforesaid—tfc
said tie was unravelled by the castifll
vote of the speaker in favor of Burrill’s
opponent, Jeremiah B. Howell—Jere¬
miah voted for the war, which James
would not have done—the war was
made by a majority of one in the
national senate—that war made G&ttjt
al Jackson popular—that -BostfSH
gave Jackson the presidency.—
Globe.
Explicit Introduction.
They tell this story of the widow of
President Buchanan’s first Postmaster
General: She had been married before,
and so had Postmaster General Brown,
and each had a daughter left over
from the first marriage. Then they
had another daughter. Mrs. Brown
used to present them at her receptions
in this way: “This is Miss Brown,
Mr. Brown’s daughter by his first
wife; this is Miss Sanders, my daugh¬
ter by my first husband, and this H
Miss Brown, our joint daughter 4