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THREE DOLLARS A YEAR,] FOR THE DISSEMINATION OF USEFUL INTELLIGENCE. [INVARIABLY IN ADVAYCE. VOLY. WEDNESDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 22, 1869. NO. 37. ThE HERALD IS PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING, At Newberry C. H., 2y T8o& . a R. H. o8E8aEE. Editors and Proprietors. TERMS, $8 PER ANNUZ, IN CURRENCY OR PROVISIONS. Paymentrequired invariably in advance. Marriage Notices, Funeral Invitations, Obit nsries, and Communications subserving private into .arn charged as advertiments. LE?NORA BROWN. TUrMEW ADVENTURE OF A MIN :NESOTA GIRL WITH INDIANS. On the border of Green Lake, in Minnesota, there lived a sturdy, white-haired frontiersman named Walter -Brown. He was one of those:adventurous spirits ever to be foun&oi the van of advancing civilization-always courting the free, wild air of the prairie, and rejoicingin the profound depths of uninhabited forests. But the country grew more and more thickly settled, and Walter Brown became uneasy. His wife bad bord him a daughter, the third or fogrth year of their residence at the bead waters of the St. Croix, whom-he called Leonora. She was i good girl, and the idol of her father. He purchased a rifle for .i-. when she was but twelve years of age, and took the utmost pains in teaching her the use of it. She was brave, and steady of n,rre,:and very soon acquired won def!l. skill as a shot; and the amber.of :prairie chickens, par :idgeb,-and wild water-fowls and other small game, she managed to shoot each day, was really large. Occasionally she would shoot a deer, and one eventful morning, by a lucky sot through_ the eye sweesseerat~ stikeled a bear. _: nheal he -hoi it itb ' the news, her father could scarce ly credit her; but knowing her perfectly truthful nature, he danced about the house for joy, and seizing the sturdy little maid, he mounted her upon his shoulders and insisted upon carry ing her all the way to the spot where the dead bruin lay. Thicker and thicker flowed the tide of immigration into Minneso ta and Wisconsin-,following the navigable rivers as a matter of course-and more uneasy and "crowded" felt Walter Brown. At length his wife died. Leonora was then sixteen, and engaged to be married to a handsome young trapper by the name of Watson, who had joined her father in busi ziess. *The death of the mother made it necessary to postpone the wed ding; in the interim old Walter * decided to move into North-west ern Minnesota. Neighbors were settling too near, and hunting and trapping were bad. As the young ma d proved up, pre-empted an i"rod ,~rter section of J#'4 near Taylor's FaIls, s'; -- ginning to grow rapidly, he did pot wish either to abandon or sell it just then, and, persuading Leo nora to agree to write to him when she got settled, he bade her an af fectionate good-bye. Brown lived at his new home for three or four years in peace . and gaiet, ending good trapping and hunting groneids, when all at once younig Watson arrived and renewed the proposal of marriage witlj Leonora. The old man .had determined to move no more, h-~ad accordingly located and pi-mpted several thousand acres 01 land about him, and learning from Watson that he had money enough to do likewise, proposed that he should go down to St. Paail and buy land warrants with his money, and take up all the laud around he could "swing," and he might then marry Leonora, and they too would go to work, and after building plenty of sta bling, etc., would get on a good stock of cattle and sheep, and try and lead a quiet pastoral life for the rest of their days. To this proposition the young man heartily assented, and after returning from St. Paul, he and old Walter took their axes and went bravely at work in the woods, felling trees for building purposes. It was agreed at first that they should build a new hewed log house for the united family, as Walter had only put up a smnall single-roomed cabin ; and then the wedding was to take place, and the two men were to resume their work. While thus busily engaged, the Sioux war broke out. It was the every morning and shoot prairie chickens for the table, while her lover and father were hard at work on the new house. Watson had brought her, as a present from St. Paul, a light and handsome re volving rifle, of which she was im mensely fond, and with which she became so expert that she could shoot a duck or prairie chicken on the wing with almost absolute certainty. One morning as she was stroll ing about the lake, rifle in hand, she noticed three canoe loads of Indians paddling along the oppo site side of the water, steadily and stealthily approaching the spot where her father and lover were at work. She did not immediate ly apprehend any tragedy, but some unaccountable way, she felt impelled to remain and watch their motions. She-therefore con cealed herself behind the top of a fallen tree, and observed their movements, which grew more and more suspicious. There were two Indians in each canoe, and after they had paddled steadily to a point where a thick, over-hanging birch tree afforded concealment for their canoes, they disembarked, and crept carefully and noiselessly forward until they were within a few feet of where the two unsus pecting men were chopping. Sud denly, with a yell which made the forests ring, and which echoed and re-echoed across the broad, still lake, they sprang upon their vic tims and bore them to the earth. Leonora, trembling with excite ment and apprehension, expecting nothing less than to witness the horrible butchery of her father and lover at once. But this did not seem to be the purpose of the Indians; for, tying the arms of the captives behind them, they took them to the ca noes, where, taking the old man into one and the young man into another, they shoved boldly out n-the lake and paddled rapidly lown toward where the house stood. Leonora divined their in tent instantly. "Ha !" she said to herself, "they design capturing me, to. They deem that an easy job, perhaps !" and her eyes danced and her face flushed with anger. "See! there is a third canoe, which they no doubt suppose will contain me. This villianous work has been care filly calculated; but you bad sav ages, you have mistaken your girl this time! Nora Brown has been taught more things than to cook venison steak ! Oh, dear, dear, ather, your Nora will soon show ou how bravely she can succor ou, and and how your instruct ng her in the use of the rifle has saved you this day. And you, too, arling Harry Watson, have won a longer lease of your precious life y presenting me this splendid re olving rifle. Six bullets for six rufians! Miss one of them?i Ah, if I should, there is my knifeo! No, Nora, you must, will not miss one f theIg." The girl now stealthily crept hrough the underbrush up the ank to the prairie above. She ne ta." to reach the house, the ndians would have to .ass across broad, flat field where there wz2. o shelter for their persons. She lid not think they would hesitate to do this, because, having the two en, they would hardly expect re sistance from a single girl. A bout thirty rods to the right of the path, a cattle-yard had been erect d by her father, and in one cor ner of the fence stood an immense lm tree. Inside of this yard climbed Leonora, and behind the big elm she concealed herself. A few minutes more proved she was right in her conjectures. The ndians, after having tied stout rawide thongs around the feet of their prisoners, laid therm down in the bottom of their canoes, and taking tbeir guns with them, strode gaily and laughingly along to ward the house, without attempt at con ealment. Leonora's heart grew as hard as a 'tone, and her nerves, which ha. fluttered a little before, now grew as firm as steel. She had put fresh water-proof caps upon each nipple of her rifle, and, rest ing thie barrel upon a rail of the fence, she drew a sharp bead upon the foremost one ; but, as her fin ger curved to press the trigger, she heard what actually seemed to be a voice whisper: "Not yet, Nora." She paused, -and then, as by in spiration, flashed this thought into her mind: "Wait till they get nearer the house, then shoot the hindmost one first." She obeyed the impression, and let them come on a few yards nearer. Suddenly, the thought came again: "Now's your time 1" Clapping her face to the rifle breech, she trained the death tell ing tube steadily upon the chest of the rearmost Indian for an in stant, and fired. The ball sped true to its mark, and the burly Indian merely threw up his arms and fell dead-the rifle ball having gone directly through his heart. A clap of thunder from a clear sky could not have so utterly as tounded the remaining Indians. Wildly they looked in every di rect on, to see from whence came the fatal shot, and the next in stant bang went Leonora's rifle again, and another of their num ber dropped dead. But they saw the smoke of the last shot and caught a glimpse of the shooter. At once they com prehended their peril. They could not hide, and their only show for life was in rushing to the tree and tomahawking their presumptuous foe on the spot. Instantly sound ing the war-whoop, they bounded forward ; but with notes half ut tered, another of their number bounded into the air, and fell back to rise no more. Leonora had fired again. The remaining three rushed on, but again the brave girl's rifle rang like the knell of doom, and a fourth savage fell headlong to the ground. The terror of the re maining two was painful to behold. They stopped short in their on ward course, and, uttering the most fearful screams, discharging their rifles at the tree in the wild est and most unavailing manner. Again that relentless rifle blazed, and another of the remaining two sank to the ground as the bullet went crashing through his brain. Immediately the one left threw down hie gun anteried out: "No shoot me! No shoot me ! M? give up!" Leonora had drawn a bead on him, but now tbat he seen ed so perfectly in her power she low ered hertifle, and, stepping from behind the tree, climbed the fence briskly, and commenced approach ing the savage. The surprise and indignation of the Indian at the sight of the girl was intense; and forgetting his supplicating cry, he put his hand behind him and drew forth his tomahawk to throw at her. Leonora's eyes were sharp as an eagle's. She saw the treacher us move, and just as the bright blade of thbe hatchet gleamed for the throw, she raised her rifle and shot the faithless scoundrel dead in his tracks. With the speed of the deer she now bound forward to the lake. Harry W atson shouted "Glory hallelujah ! I knew it was Nora," and the father cried for joy, as her little form ap peared on the bluff, rifle in hand. Quickly she desnended to the ca oes and unbound the two men, who embraced her and cried over -er, in the most extravagant man er.. But they felt that they had no time'to lose ; and hastily gearing p their teams, and loading up bei'g valuables, they set out for ineapolis, where they arrived safely, and where J.- Brown and HIarry Watson were imm&d tely made one flesh. Old Walter Brown and Harry Watson both did good service in the Indian battles which followed ; and, when the savages were finally ex terminated, they all went back to their old homes on Green Lake, where they now live. They have one of the largest stock farms in the State ; and Nora, though a happy wife and mother, clings to her revolving rifle and yet oc asionally uses it to keep herself in practice. Where there is a will, there is a way. A Frenchman writing a letter in English to a friend, and looking in the dictionary for the word -preserves," and finding it meant to pickle, wrote as follows : "May you and your family be pickled to all eternity." A coarse, ill-natured fellow, died one day, and his friends as sembled at his funeral, but no one had a good word to say about the deceased. Even .at the grave all sere silent. At length a good hearted Germian as he turned to go home, said : "V'ell, he vas a goot schmoker" A young snob at Saratoga is said to have paid ten dollars to a colored waiter for a hairpin which had dropped from the hair of his charmer. Erin Mavourneen. A PLEASANT PICTURE OF THE IRISH PEASANTRY. A felicitous writer in the Cin cinnati Daily Gazette, who is now traveling in Ireland, furnishes the subjoined pleasing sketch of cer tain clasess of the Irish peasan try: As for their picturesquenss, they get it from their landscape. Ire land is one uninterrupted but ever varying scene of natural beauty. And people assimilate the land scape. Hills have poetic power. Why does Mary Ann pick out three colors from the pile on the shop counter? Why not one only? The infallible hills propel her clumsy fingers. The land scape dresses the peasant. Na ture is the servant of human na ture. And the Queen's maids of honor do not array her in half the fascination with which brook and bog, and heather-crowned hill adorn the tidy Mary Ann for chapel of a Sunday morning. She. in her white frilled cap, and check apron, and blue cloak, and red petticoat, and bare feet, is apicture. But there is one who has got a little above her class, and she has on the fashionable mode of attire -wee bonnet, with flowers, Paisley shawls and shoes. She is neat and prim, and also stiff and common place; while the other is a picture, [say, easy and pleasing and grace rul, charmingly dashed with the unconscious picturesque. And as For young Mollie, who has a cap to "set," she sets herselfthroughout and all the young Pats stare with will when her bare ankles and red petticoat and blue cloak, with ts hood hanging carelessly away rom the brown face and blue eyes, pass over the threshold of the ,hapel. These_p^.pleaJ" -kindling, expressive blue eyes. 3o have the children, who are re narkably good.looking, I am sur rised at the glow of their com )lexion, and the grace of their physique. Some of them are of are and captivating beauty. Some who have run by the side of the ar, imploring a penny or offering stokings for sale, went to my eart. Their teeth were perfect, ,heir eyes sparkled with blue )rilliance. their forms were little Lnd compact. their countenances )f a rare formation. One little girl particaiarly, Oh, th:lt face of pensive sweetness comes to me aow. It was a face to be caught p and carried away by angels to heir homes in the blue, quiet sky. [t was torment, indeed, to leave the pretty little Irish cherub sit ing to rest on the roadside after tier long run We descended the ill, and she passed from sight, sitting, resting on the roadside, in the restless land, in the restless, troublous world. Oh, I am sure I shall be follo wed for a long while by these children >f the "unhappy country." At times the darkness is bright with their bright eyes, and their faces beam upon one with their pensive beauty. I am sure I never saw more beautiful children anywhere t,ban I have seen in the Highlands of Ireland. Nor have I ever seen more mod esty of behavior in women, or more quietnessof demeanorini men. I have yet to see the first act of immdesty in all the poverty and degradation I have witnessed in Ireland, and I certainly have wit nessed a good deal of pov erty and deg'radation. On the otber hand I have seen con rict of downright and upright delicacy! Clothed as scantily as she may be, the irish peasant girl never, by word, or act, offends against the most fastidious sense o~ prop)riety. There is not a more chaste class in the world than the peasan try of Ireland. As we approach the town of Donegal the wilder features of the landscape disappear, and the country becomes more thrift and crimpt. The people get more tidy ; flowers bloom about the doorsteps of the cabins, and a green vine clambers around the window. The frequent marriage of widows seems to have been always fiiore or less discouraged, men being allowed in this respect much greater liberty ; but St. Jerome mentioned a widow who mar ri~d her twenty-second husband, ho in his turn being married to twenty suc cessive wives. The champion ship ap pears, however, to belong to a Harlem woman spoken of by Evelyn in his diary, whose propensity for m:rrying had to be checked by law: "She had been married to her twenty-fifth husband, and being now a widows was probibited to marry in the future." rifrai cotton is the latest. [From the .ansas City Times, August 27.] A Mystery of the Missouri. A BOTTLE FOUND IN THE RIVER,, CONTAINING AN EPISTLE FROM A i WOMAN CONTEMPLATING SUI. 1 CIDE. Yesterday morning a bottle was fished from the Missouri riv er, a short distance above the bridge, by a young man named Henry Hulet, who resides on Wyandotte street, near Fifth. The bottle was tightly corked and was floating down the stream I when first observed by Hulet, who was on the water in a skiff. Impelled by curiosity, he at once secured the bottle, within which was visible a small roll of appar ntly blank note paper. Think ing he would open the float.ine bottle and ascertain its contents at his leisure, he placed it at the bottom of the boat and continued :m to shore. Here he broke the glass vessel nd discovered in the roll of paper i letter written in a lady's neat chirography, a letter breathing a spirit of utter despair, no relief rom which was apparent this ide of the valley of death. That the unhappy author thereof lives to-day in the land of spirits, free I ron the gloom that hung like a all of death over her life here, rom the spirit of utter desolation tnd determination the letter con :ains, we are led to believe is a -eality. The Illowing is the letter which Hulet has handed us for )ublication : f LEAVENWORTH, KANSAS, August i 8, 1869.-When this note is found, f [ will be at rest forever. My life das been bitterly wretched for e our years. The world is dark tnd gloomy. I have no friends t ere. Disappointment and wretch des is my ot.. Tiere is noth ng in life for me to live for.- i Bread turns to ashes at my touch. Priends become enemies in a day. e [ have sold my virtue for a morsel r )f bread. I have lost my happi- c iess to keep up life. Poverty, 3 starvation or the life of a woman e )f the town stares me in the face. reatGod! why am I thus afflicted?i ih ! but there is a home over the f xay. There is life in death.- e sorrows must come. Darkness must fall into the hearts of some. 'What is, is right," perhaps.! Portune is not a god of justice. some revel in ease ; others grope t heir way in wretchedness and a c ifetime of misery. Well, I shall o longer linger where the sun- a shine of happiness can never i gain cross my pathway. Set orever are my hopes. He whom c [ once believed so constaint, de erted me months ago. May God orgive him and me. We have e both sinned. Farewell, earth- I arth, that vale where the shad- i ws of trouble are more common a than the sunshine of joy. My < body will sleep where no one can Ed it. A stone is tied to my f neck. Good-by to all that is mor tal. Welcome sleep-death-rest -a grave beneath the waters. Farewell! JENNIE WILLIAMs. Nothing further. No home des ignated in her last words. No parents, no name, except her own.] The writer used good language in ber letter. Evidently she hade been a lady of culture and refine-j ment. The remarkable sermon of the enerable Father Hyacinth, and fr the delivery of which he has been summoned to Rome, concludes with the following sentences: 'Do you not know the way Prus sia triumphed in the field of bat Le? 'Twas not because there was lack of bravery on their side; it was not the effectof that wondI-< rous weapon, for the acquisition >fwhich men are now so eager; but it was because the assailant was better educated than the as ailed, and had a superior religious rainil ; it was because every Prussian soldier had a-Bible in his< :ap or helmet. In other places.I l bave asserted, and I assert it agamin ere, that which constitutes the strength of Protes.tant nations is,: that wheni the people come from: their work, they enter the family: ircle, and sitting by their hearths, 1 read the Bible and the national1 poetry. We are behind-hand withb Protetant nations, and especially with those that dwell beyond the1 Atlantic and the Straits of Dover. I have trodden English soil on two occasions, and have come to the conviction that the strength of that country is from the Bible." Anna Dickinson visited the Yoso mite Valley a few c'ays ago, in a full' Bloomer suit, with both sides of a man 's saddle occupied in the true masculine A Gentle Reproof. One day as Zachariah Hodgson vas going to his daily avocations ifter breakfast, he purchased a ine large codfish, and sent him ome, with directions to his wife o have it cooked for dinner. As io particular mode of cooking it vas prescribed, the good woman eil knew that whethershe boiled t or made it into a chowder, her zusband would scold her when he >ame home. But she resolved ' to )lease him once, if possible, and herefore cooked portions of it in lifferent ways. She, also, with nine little difficulty, procured an mphibious animal from a brook ack of the house, and plumped it uto the pot. In due time her usband came home; some cov red dishes were placed on the able, and with a frowning, fault inding look, the moody man com nenced the conversation "Well, wife, did you get the fish bought ?" "Yes, my dear." "I should like to know how you ave cooked it. I will bet any hing that you have spoilt it for niy eating. (Taking off the cover). thought so. What in creation ossessed you to fry it? I would ,s leave eat a boiled frog." "Why, my dear, 1 thought you oved it best fried." "You did'nt think any such hing. You knew better-I never oved fried fish-why did'nt you oil it?" "My dear, the last time we had resh fish you know I boiled it, ,nd you said you liked it best ied. But I have boiled some." So saying, she lifted a cover, nd lo I the shoulders of the cod iicely boiled, were neatly deposi ed in a dish, a sight of which vould have made an epicure ,re oiee,but wb m..only added to the Il-nature of her husband. "A pretty dish, this I" exclaim d he, "Boiled fish ? chips and por idge! If you had not been one f the most stupid of womankind, -on would have made it into a howder." HiApatient wife, with a smile, rnmediately placed a turene be ore him containing an excellent howder. "Mv dear said she, "I was re olved to please you. There is -our favorite dish." "Favorite dish, indeed," gram pled the discomfitted husband, "I tare say it isan unpalatable wishy vashy mess. I would rather have eboiled frog than the whole of This was a common expression f his, and had been anticipated y his wife, who, as soon as the reference was expressed uncov red a large dish near her hus and, and there was a large BULL ROG, of portentions dimensions, ,nd pugnacious aspect, stretched t at full length I Zachariah prung from his chair, not a little rig~htened at the unexpected ap >arition. "My dear," said his wife, in a ind, entreating tone, "I hope r'ou will at length be able to make dinner." Zachariah could not stand tbis. Tis 'surly mood was finally over :ome, and he burst into a hearty augh. He acknowledged that mis wife was right and that he was rong; and declarcd that she ould never again have occasion ,o read him such another lesson ; td he was as good as his word. THE MOsT EXCELLENT SAUCES. -A prince was overtaken in his alk by a shower, and 'sought ~helter in the nearest cottage. The children happened to be ~itting at the table, with a great lish full of oatmeal porridge laced before them. They were dI eating it with a right good ap etite, and looked moreover, as resh and ruddy as roses. "How is it possible," said the rince to the mother, "that they an eat such coarse food with such wident pleasure, and look BO ealthy and blooming withel ?" The mother answered "It is on ccount of three kinds of sauces ~vhich I put on the food. First, [let the children earn their din er by work ; secondly, I give hem nothing to eat out of meal time, that they may bring appetite with them to the table ; thirdly, I ring them up i-n the habit of con entment, as I keep them alto ~ether ignorant of dainties and weetmeats. "Seek fkr and w4ide, no better sauci you'll fad Than hunger, work, and a contented mind." There are two hundred and sixty pu. pls in tbe Peabody School, at Green* rille, S. C. Judge Chase announces himnself out of th nolitical ring. A Wedded Couple Surprised. A few weeks since, there was a wedding on Baronne street, New Orleans, celebrated with eclat, and the newly-married set out at once on a bridal tour. The ceremony took place at four o'clock in the afternoon, and at five o'clock they were on board a splendid steamer bound for Up per Mississippi. As soon as the vessel was under way the passengers crowded the saloon, and mirth and revelry be gan to hold a festival. A dance was improvised, and joy and merriment were protract ed into the "wee small hours." Now, it so happened that the berth, next to our newly-married friend, was occupied by a lively little matron and her infant. . Wishing to enjoy as much pleasure as possible, she had en trusted her babe to a servant, with instructions to put it to bed as soon as it Went to sleep, while she herself joined in the dance. By a strange mistake the ser. vant mistook the state-room, and deposited the rosy infant in the bridal couch. Now, when the hour for retir ing came, the groom led his blush ing bride to the door, and modest ly waited outside for her to dis robe and retire. One can very readily imagine his astonishment, therefore, when the next instant he heard his name called frantically, and in so cents of surprise and distress. Opening the door he looked in dubiously. "What's the matter my love?" "Oh, Henry, look here I" "Why, bless me, it's a baby !" "Yes, but oh. Henry, how did it come here-do you think it's ours ?" aWel, no-I" replied Henry, sol emnly, "I think it almost=too soon." "Oh, it certainly is, but then what shall we do?" Just then the anxious voice of the mother was heard inquiring for the baby, and it was restored to her, very much to the relief of the young people. GRAMMAR IN KHYMI.-We ad, vise every little grammarian just entering on the study, to commit to memory the following linee, and then they never need mistake a part of speech. The author, whoever. he is, deserves immortali tv. With but one exception 'Thirty days hath September," it is the most poetical effusion we have ever met with' 1. Three little words you often see, Are articles, a, an and the. 2. A ~Noun's the name of sny thing, As school or garden, koop or swing. 3. Adjectives teli the kind of Noun, As great, small, pretty, white or brown. 4. Instead of Nouns the Prououue stand, Her head, his face, your arin, my hand. 5. Verbs tell of somethiug to be done To read, covnt, sing, laugh, jttsp, or run. . How things are done the Ad verbs tell, As slowly, quiky, ill, or aoel, 7. Conjunctions join the words to gether, As men and women, wind or weather. . The Preposition stands before A Noun, as of or' through a door. 9. The Intejection shows sur prise. As Ah! how pretty-Ok! how wise. The whole are called Nine Parts of Speech, Which reading, writing, speak' ing teach. The venerable Dr. Curry, senior editor of the Christian Advocate, has recorded his dissent trorn that article in the Meth odist Discipline relating to the reception of members into full connection which pledges candidates to a pecuniary sop port of the Church as a 'endition of membersbip, "The Church," he argues, "i not at liberty to refuse to any per son of proper character and lire a place in its communion ; and white a right use of money is a high Christian duty, it, is one for which the individual is responsible only to God, who searches the hearL. It is dangerous for the Church, even in the most remote degree, to set a money val uation upon its privileges, or to require a pecuniary pledge as a condition _pre cedent for admission to its communson. The author of "Beulah," "St. 11.o," and so forth, is out with atil anoth~er story. Great 'Evans! Thirty thousand fresh Spanish troeps fr Cunha.