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Tim sun, and the sea. and the wind,
The wave, and the wind aud the sky,
We are off to a magical lnd, and I;
M.y heart, and my soul,
Behind us the isles of despair
And mountains of misery lie,
We’re away, anil anywhere, anywhere,
My heart, my soul, and I.
O islands and mountains of youth,
0 land that lies gleaming before,
Life is Jove, hope and beauty, and truth,—
We will weep o’er the past no more.
Behind, are the bleak fallow years,
Before, are the sea and the sky,
We’re away, with a truce to the tears,
My heart, and my soul, aud I.
,-Bobert Xjovemau, in Frank Leslie’s Pop
uiar Monthly.
A WILD HORSE DxtlVE t
..IN THE.. t
AUSTRALIAN BUSH, t
# #
4 By Col. John F. Hobb3. i*
The waiting stockman had scarcely
passed (ojiad friendly greetings with the
which had ridden up from Emu
Greek, when a cloud of black dust
pushed itself around the bend and
across the road at the turn, and two
,big horses shot out of it into the
straight.
i “It’s a bolt!” shouted some.
“No—it’s a race. Give’m the road!
It’s them two chestnuts settling the
match made up at Carmichael’s,” cried
others. ’
The thump, thump, ,, thump on the .. „
level, black prairie indicated the earn
estness of the contest, and along came
.the two horses like a physical cyclone.
With a snort and whish they shot past
the waiting crowd, who mingled a yell
the dust as they passed.
y The cloud had barely cleared behind
& when the chestnuts cantered
Mi ik .and were joined by the ineongru
hie ot#mckn? themSonts ya. cobs ami pier
L - of all gathered sorts, of the
stockmen for the brumby
drive, at which half the country side
was exacted
“What is the exact nature of a
rum-by drive?” asked Burnaby, a
ewcomer, of one of the older men.
“It’s a sort o’ rough horse frolic for
us bush coves,” the bushman explained
politely, and seeing that the stranger
not understand, he continued:
leased the Range from the
gove’nment. It’s wild crown lands on
th’ maps, an’ them flats an’ scrubs is
full o’ brumbys, which ’re a no-bred
sort o’ wild horses that no one don’t
know how they got here. That ain’t
matter; they’re here, an’ the beg
got to be shifted, or the whole
no food f’r stock breedin*. So
Mac’s goin’ Ground ’em up an’ drive
’em out. That’s th’ meanin’ o’ this
gatherin’ o’ hands at Carmichael’s.
D’ye understand?”
“Are there many to drive out?”
"Many! there’re more ’an a thous
and over there in th’ scrub, an’ Mac
has th’ gov’ment contrac’ t’ scrub up
ib’ lot. We coves'll make a clean job
’f the Goomburra, Joudaryan, an’ Yan
dilla boundary riders come in. An’ ’f
them Gumbungee blokes hear o’ this
drive they’ll muster down there too
with their houn’s, an’ guns well,
there’ll be racin’, an’ shootin’, enough
satisfy even ‘Old Tipperary.’ You
y’r eyes op’u an’ y r mouth shut
’n you’ll have no rows to settle after
wards.”
* Ah hour later the company turned
the southern nose of the mountain and
cantered up to the general meeting
place. From this point they circled
east and west, bending north, because
brumbys come down out of the hills
graze toward the creek in the early
and by one they return to
shades of the dense woods where
they remain during the parching hours
of the afternoon sun.
“Now,” said McCurdy, whom Mein
tyre had engaged to command, “let’s
•ee. There are nearly one hundred of
an’ we should yard a good mob
that lot If they’re down in force,
It’s bean pretty dry, and they’ve got
t’ make th’ creek and back. It’s now
after ten o’clock. It’s a good two miles
Tound t’ Womba paddock, an’ three
t’ th’ range. It’ll take some care
ful ridin’ mates, an’ ticklish work, t’
keep th' mob from breakin’ through,
Hoi’ ’em steady, an’ hoT ’em t’gether.
If they breaks, an’ the leaders ain’t
turned, ‘Old Nick’ ’imself couldn’t stay
th’ break they’ll make for them hills,
th’ jig’ll be up f’r a couplel o’
’ntil th’ scare’s out’r them.”
Jollity had ceased I a dead, earnest
calm settled in its place. The noisy,
hilarious crowd of an hour before had
‘To thine own seif be cruo.aud it will follow, as night. the d '. r.iiou cjiiis’t not then he false to any man. ”
LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, JULY 17. 1902,
settled down into a sober, silent pha
lanx on business intent. The rollick¬
ing bushman had quieted into the
stolid, fearless frontiersman, ready to
throw life and skill into a desperate
encounter with a treacherous foe, for
the Australian wild horse, when press
ed, attacks like a demon—rushes,
rears, kicks, bites and fights doggedly
vicious when retreat is cut off.
In such a hazardous and rapid con
flict his pursuers who do not
down or suffer in the encounter must
be daring and jkccustomed horsemen,
As the Line of mounted men strung
around ^fhe base of the mountain to
the northeastern extremity, the trained
bush eye could discern a big forest ris
mg on the horizon miles away towards
the treeless creek.
‘‘There they are, watering, as I
said,” observed McCurdy, pointing to
the north. Taking his nickel-plated
watch from its leather pocket at his
side on his waiststrap and looking at
it, he continued, “and it’s 10:15. Them
coves’ll be in coo-ee in another quar
Bail up a minute, mates,” the
leader-called to the line behind him
Z' 1 don 1 anything, said the
Granger, withdrawing his tired eyes
™ the shimmering main except
the lak > « out therc and the forest be '
J on 1
A burst of laughter about him
greeted this observation.
The merriment was understood by
the visitor when a drover said:
“You ain t used t’ dry plains much,
mate. Old-timers don’t hunt water no
more whan they sees a glass face like
’ 11 Z ney ’ y
sel ?• “ s beel! , bushed ia , r dry s f „
r country an strike a glace
awa 1 lke tbab °f, l.T’ Y J
°°‘ s , rou “ 1 s c c y p c.ce t ,r le in,
“/T” ,
epi apil ‘
“ Tl, at white glimmer is not water;
L . Ls^ike hot air, and the eV3.Dorji.tjpn
Lo It .‘"tfr. It. is
everywhere the same. See?”
"lean see the shadows of the trees
.
reflected in the water beneath them,
replled the vlsltor > With tbe persls -
fence of a jackaroo and a growing
suspicion that he was being made a
butt of by the mischievous stockmen
“You see reflections, it is irue nut
those are not trees, and that is not
water, said McIntyre. rhat decep
tooled tion which many you a new are settler, poking and at has led
him on from hope to hope into drier
Plain* with no chance of getting water
and finally to die of thirst. Old hands
like us now know better. What you
see before you is what the books
would call a land mirage, or optical de
Vision, and is peculiarly cnaracleristic
°f Austraiia.
Tom McCurdy drew the crowd back
into . its ousmess mood by yelling:
"? H T 00 ' e f m ey ’7° L m ? „„ asl d McIntyre
3al ' <f
’ '
“Yes - ot tne corner
The call sounded again and the echo
came louder along the bluff,
“Move down a stretch, an’s soon’s
Fisher’s line roun’s th’ point ’n line
0 -f£ ; dash at the beggars out there with
a yell; get ’em frightened, get ’em on
th - go> a n’ keep ’em at it ’ntil they
ca n a halt on us . Then, look out!”
Carl Fisher’s squad cantered over
the wooden mound, down the rubble
slope at the gap and strung out along
the pa ij sa de of the abrupt face of the
mountain, and then swung out into the
pra ine facing the miraged brumbys
at a lively canter.
McCurdy’s men loped leisurely out
to line off from Fisher’s end. The
long cavalcade of horsemen then gal
loped abreast over the undulating
plain as quietly as the dull tliump of
the speeding animals would permit
them to.
When the nearer beat of the gallop
ing horses started the grazing brum
bys and they threw up their heads,
McCurdy knew the time had come.
“Giv’m a dash, a whoop, an’ a roun’
«P for'd,” he commanded, giving his
steed more rein. With a terrific
yell the drivers dashed in upon the
affrighted wild animals; the dogs
rounding the ends, and turning the
scattering ones to the center,
The startled horses bunched, hud
died m undecided confusion, made a
momentary stand, and then a spas
modic lunge against the whooping yel
lers, who beat against the circling
maze of agitated wild animals to break
the corral, and head out a leader for
a drive forward.
Burnaby never saw a livelier or a
noisier piece of work than this reck
less charge and manipulation of an
untamed mob of bush horses by these
daring frontiersmen. Men rode around
and fought the snapping, pawing
brutes, fencing hoofs a^d gnashing
teeth with their stock bu£ ts as though
it were athletic play. inally, Tom
McCurdy into the mass, and big and Bill kfieadja Lindsay through wedged
to
the opposite side, when a furious stal¬
lion gave them chase, f
j
This made an opewffig. With anoth
er shoving whoon/ and the flurry of
the big stalli(i,fr<s chase, and the dogs
nagging li/their heels, the disconcert
buyjff, headed out after Tom and
the"'pursuing steed. The riders in the
rear kept up a fearful din of yells,
which, with charges and clubbing,
soon stampeded the lot toward the
creek.
It was now a pell-mell chase—fleet,
unhampered steeds of nature, against
the hardened weight-bearing horses of
industry.
Carl Fisher rode at the head of the
right wing, Tom McCurdy and Bill
Lindsay in the lead, while McIntyre
guided the left, riding wide, in a kind
of a how, so that the extreme ends
would easily cover the flanks of the
pursued mob. Tbe drive was held
well in hand, until the creeks was
reached. Here they balked and made
trouble. McCurdy took one ford while
Lindsay took the other. The wild
horses divided also.
As McCurdy leaped down the steep
embankment, the stallion tore a patch
of hair from his half-breed’s tail, and
rflued around up the incline, turned at
bay with several others, and gave bat¬
tle against the high banks, while the
great bulk of the mob pushed and
crowded themselves into the ravines of
the beaten trail and crossed.
•‘Come on, lads,” McCurdy called
back across the stream,, “there^s no
time t’ divide or stop. Keep th’ beg¬
gars ’r movin’.”
Small bunches were broke abandoned through,i^nd there
and there as they
pursuit forced after the main bod} 1
.
By good generalship, hard rjfc ng.
and jrith the aid ftfsSfa of dogs tfcol'g tips Em.
‘Srumbys were tip
the muster yard, before they hailed
in their eight-mile race across the
prairie into the friendly forest which
they felt sure would shelter them.
So long as this delusion lasted it
lent speed to their heels, but when it
was dispelled the leaders, feeling the
strong panels of the narrowing wings
of the muster yard, showed disposition
to jib and contest tho ground. The
forward ones being blocked by the in¬
creasing jam, the rear ones were left
to battle. The stockmen pressed for¬
ward and precipitated the fray by at¬
tacking the stubborn ones, which were
rapidly worked into a mood for any
sort of encounter.
In less than ten minutes from the
first halt and onslaught, a terrific bat¬
tle was being fought in which brumby
assaulted and fought horse and rider.
The prairie-bush steeds hit, kicked,
stood upon their hind legs and with
their front feet pawed with a deter¬
mination and intelligence which seem¬
ed human. These were critical times
which imperiled the lives of the at¬
tacking party, hut after an hour of
this mixed combat, the bulk of the
fractious quadrupeds were crowded in¬
to the stockpen and safely yarded.
“Three hundred and forty-two,” an¬
nounced Tom McCurdy and he stood
on his saddle and counted the herd.
Then .he company took stock of
accidents and bruises. Elsas Sawyer
had a fractured thigh; three horses
were injured about the neck and shoul¬
ders, and one dog—a worthless cur
trampled beyond recovery, Minor
bruises and sprained limbs made up
the remainder of the casualties, save
for a piece which a fighting horse
had bitten from the muscles of Sim
Wilson’s shoulder.—Outing Magazine.
Th© Philosophy of Itches.
If the right hand itches you are to
shake hands with a friend, but if the
left hand should itch you are to get
money from an unexpected source.
The old saw runs:
“The nearer the thumb sooner money
will come;
Rub it on wood bo ’twill turn out
good.”
If the upper lip ItcheB a kiss Is
coming to you. There is a kiss, too,
in the itching of the nose, for in that
case you will “kiss a fool, meet a
stranger, fall in love or be in danger.”
An itching of tbe right eyelid indi¬
cates that you will see some one you
care for; the opposite may be ex¬
pected after an itching of the left
eyelid.
If the right foot itches you are go¬
ing to a place where you will be wel¬
comed, but an itching of the left foot
denotes that you are to walk on
strange ground.
The Bump of Locality.
Why is it that a woman’s bump of
locality is so much more feebly de¬
veloped than man’s? Put a man down
on a country road and the probabili¬
ties are that he will find his way
wherever he wishes to go without hav¬
ing to ask at nearby farm houses for
directions, fnstinct seems to guide
him. Put a woman in the same posi¬
tion and she will irretrievably lose
herself in ten minutes, and have to be
sought for by resolute men for hours
before she is finally brought back to
civilization.
Perhaps it is that the - weaker sex
is unobservant. Even fn cities many
of its members do not notice buildings
closely enough to permit them to find
their way about, and certainly they
would not notice In the country the
big gum tree that they pass here nor
the haw bush that marks the inter¬
section of two roads there. With the
sun low in the west there are numbers
of women who can’t tell the points
of the compass, and if they could
would not know in which direction
their homes lay. When it comes to
noting the details of a costume few
feminines fail to observe even the
tiniest hit of braid or the smallest
bow, but trees and houses are differ¬
ent and less interesting things, and
so in a strange town or in the w r oods
the fair travelers lose themselves in
no time, and have to be rescued and
set again upon the path by some one
with a better sense of location than
they can boast.—Baltimore News.
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Wm W- m Hotter Bargains and Better
'r'y ■■■A than
m? Shoes ever was
E. G. TARVER, Manage* Before.
Our One Dollar Brogan is better. Our One Dollar and Twenty-five
Dents Brogan beats the world.
Our One Dollar and Fifty Cents Shoes are simply superb. Dollar and
Our Two Dollar Vici Kid Shoes a big value. Our Two
Fifty Cents Hand-sewed Slices are the best on the market.
We can give you Ladies Shoes at 75c, but the Shoes we want to sell
rou are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1-50
Ladies Dress Slices. They are RE1) HOT BARGAINS and don t you
forget it. Now our $2.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody s $3.00
Shoes. this line of Shoes this
We never forget the Children and Babies and
leason is better than ever before.
HATS! HATS! HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simply Tornado Swept. We give yon Boyf
Hats 10c, a real good Hat 25c. Men's Felt Hats 05c, Men’s Extra Good
Felt Hats $1.00, and so on to the end. within mile of this^ in
We don’t expect any one to come a us season
Price and Quality. 'When in the city be sure to Call and Examine and be
Convinced.
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907 Broad Street, Augusta, Ga.
Profit in Forestry.
When forestry becomes a trade we
shall find honorable employment for
many thousands of bright young men.
Much may be learned from the little
kingdom of Saxony, not a great deal
larger than Connecticut, as it pos¬
sesses probably the best-regulated
system of forestry in the world. Grad
nates of Tharandt supervise the tim¬
bered land, and not only give the state
a substantial revenue, nut add a thou¬
sandfold to the beauty of the scenery,
thus attracting many tourists. It Is
estimated that the forests are worth
in round numbers $90,000,000. By pre¬
serving them an annual revenue of
nearly $3,250,000 5s derived. After all
expenses are deducted the state gets
$2,250,000. Young foresters are edu¬
cated in chemistry, physics, minerol
ogy, zoology, mechanics, geology.
mathematics, botany, surveying, for¬
estry in all its different phases and
game and fish laws.—New York Press.
Such has been the increase of popu¬
lation ip civilized countries that the
space occupied by one person a cen¬
tury ago must now contain three.
NO. 7.
BE COMPLIMENTED THE CZARINA.
JLord Tennyson Records a Rather
Humorous Experience.
Lord Tennyson once told Captain
McCabe the following story as one re¬
sult of his defective eyesight: “Hallam
and I went with Mr. Gladstone as Sir
Donald Currie’s guests on a cruise in
, the Pembroke Castle among the He¬
brides and thence on to Denmark.
While lying in the harbor of Copen¬
hagen we were invited to dine at
Fredensborg with the king and queen
of Denmark, and the next day the
whole royal party came on board to
luncheon. There were the king and
queen, the princess, the czar and
czarina and their attendant ladies
and gentlemen. After luncheon the
princess asked me to read one of my
poems and some one fetched the book.
I sat on a sofa in the smoking room
next the princess and another lady
came and sat beside me on the other
Side. The czar stood up just in front
of me. When I had finished reading,
this lady said something very civil,
and I thought she was Andrew Clark’s
daughter, so 1 patted her on the shoul¬
der very affectionately and said, ‘My
dear girl, that’s very kind of you, very
kind.’ I heard the czar chuckling
mightily to himself, so I looked more
nearly at her, and God bless me! it was
the czarina herself. I fancy that was
the first time that august lady had
been patted on the back and called a
‘dear girl’ since she had left the nurs¬
ery.”
Stopped Flowing Until the Quarrel Ce»s«8
A man from Washington county
says that six years ago a dispute arose
between neighbors, Byron Hart and
Dempsy Armour, over a spring that
was on the line between them. The^
each claimed the spring and each for-*
bade the other getting water there.
The two families came to be enemies. 1
A lawsuit was talked resulted. of by While Armou^ tho
and a fist fight
trouble was hottest the spring, that
had always furnished plenty of water,
even to the traveling public, for it
was near the public road, went dry}
and so remained until Armour moved
to Missouri five weeks ago, when as
suddenly as it quit it began to flow
again, furnishing as much water as
it ever had and has continued to do
so to this time. The oldest Inhabitant
never knew the spring to go dry be¬
fore the time mentioned.—Cincinnati
Enquirer.
It is estimated that the cost of the
ceremony of the coronation of King
Edward will he about $4,160 a minute.
This will be even worse than grand
opera with all the stars In the cast.