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. M ! I ! mi mill II mil ill will I ml Mil ? " r . ,,,,, iimbiiiiiii mi i imi lev^is m. grist, proprietor.! %n Inbepenbent Jfamtlg ^tchjspaper: Jfor fire $ramation of tjje political, facial, ^jriraltaral anb Commercial Interests of % Sont|. | TERMS?$3.00 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. VOL 24. YORKYILLE, S. O., THURSDAY, OCTOBER lO, 1878. NO. 41. Jelrcted ffletfg. THE FUTURE TELEPHONE. A startling fact will yet appear, That motion in our atmosphere, However slight the moving cause, Must from fixed accoustic laws Continue ever to decrease, But never can entirely cease. The cannon's roar, the infant's sigh, The thunders of Mount Sinai, The gentle hum of Eden bees, The voice of God among the trees, Abel's groans, the curse of Cain, The babbling sounds on Shinar's plain, The prattling of the infant God, While yet Judea's hills He trod. From God or man, beast or bird, By lapse of time have fainter grown, But by some future telephone Will yet ring out, distinct and clear, As words just spoken in the ear. Cosmopolitb. Gainesville, August 12, 1878. Ibe icUer. THE MAN WITH THE RED EYE. About eight years ago, when I had not railroaded it as long as I have now, I was eraployed as a messenger on a western railway. I don't know as it is necessary for me to say what line it was, but I will call it the B. T. <fe G. R. R!t to save myself the trouble of pronouncing the whole name. I had not run on the road more than a month previous to the date of the occurrence of which I am going to tell you. I had been running on a branch route for more than a year, aud I might have staid there a good deal longer, if I had not been chosen to take Paxton's place, when he went off". You see, two or three attempts had been made to rob the express car, and, at last, at the end of a loug run, Paxton was found dead, in the car, with a bullet hole in his head. But the safe was closed tight and secure, though an attempt had been made to blow it open, which proved ineffectual. But the strangest part of it all was that the key was missing from Paxton's pocket, aud it was not found till a good six weeks afterward. Then it was discovered at the side of the track, with a card tied to it, on which it was written that the robbers were in the car, and he expected they would murder him if he refused to give up the key. He was true to the last. Well, you may suppose that I felt just a little bit squeamish about accepting such an uninviting berth ; but the superintendent gave me orders, and I meant to do my duty, however disagreeable it might be. Then the pay was larger than I had ever received before; and I was acquainted with a good girl who was ready to help me inhabit a house whenever I should be able to own one, and that was quite an object to me, I can assure you. Well, everything passed ott smoothly enough for several weeks, and I had become accustomed to the route, aud made a dozen or so of very pleasant acquaintances, and was growing to be pretty well contented with my life. I had almost begun to thiuk the robbers, whoever they might be, had given up all thoughts of ever making anything out of my car, and had sought another held of operations. One day I was informed by the agent at R , that some time, within a week, I would have to take charge of about $80,000 in specie, in its transit over our road. The officers of the express company had been advised of this intended important shipment, in order that they might exercise redoubled vigilance iu view of the great risk incurred in the transportation of such a valuable consignment. The evening after my conversation with the agent, he called me into the office, and told me the specie was to go over the road the next day, but oue. He produced an envelope and handed it to me, saying as he did so: "There, Bill, are your orders, direct from the superintendent, with his own signature attached. Read tbem carefully and obey them to the letter, for a little mismove might cause a great loss to the company, and cost you your position." "I shall do my duty to the very letter," I replied. "I am sure you mean to do so," said the ageut, "but you cannot be too careful. Some of the members of the light-6ngered profession are smart as lightning. The plans they can't devise ain't worth thinking of, and they are as fertile in expedients as the evil oue himself. I thought I'd just put you on your guard, in a friendly way, aud?" There was a slight sound at the door. If ' J ^ I 1 ? I J ._ J w me uepoi naau i oeeu ueseneu uy cvciy uuc except us two, and the switch engine hadn't been up at the end of the yard, where we could hear its incessant puffiog, I don't believe we could have heard the souud at all. But we both noticed it at once, and as I looked out of the office into the large room beyond, I saw a man standing just inside the outer door, with his head inclined toward us, as if be was trying to overhear our conversation. He saw me about the time I first noticed him. ^ I knew it from the little start of surprise he gave as his eyes met mine. He was all over bis surprise in a minute, for he drew his face down to an expression of the utmost unconcern, and came boldly forward to the window of the office, through which the agent always transacted any business he might have with persons without. He was a very fair appearing man, apparently about forty, though he might have been a little older. He was dressed in black, and, wearing a high hat, he might have passed very well for one of the cloth, if his nose had not been just a trifle luminous. The other peculiarity I noticed about the roan was that he had a queer sort of a red-looking eye. It appeared fixed and staring, and as he came nearer I concluded it was glass. It was so strange and unnatural in its expression, that I thought I should know it if I should see it peering at me over a wall of China. "Is there a small package here for Isaac G. Van Scoter," he asked, in a business-like way, in answer to the inquiring glance of the agent. The agent referred to one of the big registers on the desk, and answered in the negative. "Queer," said the man with the red eye. "It ought to have come yesterday. Have you read the Evening Chronicle /" And after this abrupt interrogation, the stranger stood quite motionless, eyeiug the agent intently for as much as a miuute. We both answered "No." The man took a paper out of his pocket, and spreading it open before us, put one of his sleuder fingers upon the fullowing paragraph : Fatal Accident.?This afternoon, as two men, named respectively Henry Van Scoter and C. H. Griggs, were at work chopping timber in the pineries, near Scranton, a tree fell upon them, killing Van Scoter instantly, and inflicting injuries upon the person of Griggs, from which he died in less than an hour. They are residents of G , and it is understood their remains will be taken to that place for burial. "Henry VaD Scoter was ray only brother? my twin-brother?who resembles me very much, and' Charley Griggs was ray sister's husband. It's a sad blow! a sad blow I I don't know how ray poor sister will bear it. It's about this sad affair that I earae here chiefly. I waut to send the bodies through to G , by express, Thursday, by the 11:40 train. What will be the charges?" "The charge will be twenty-five dollars," I answered the agent. The stranger bowed solemnly in recognition of the reply. Then he was silent for a minute or two, during which time he appeared to be struggling with his grief. "The bodies will he here Thursday morning," he said. "I hope you will make all arrangements to prevent any delay. I guess my package won't come this week." The agent assured him that there would be no delay, and he might depend on having the i bodies go through to G , with the greatest ! possible expedition. The man bowed again politely, and then he said : "Is the telegraph office near ? I must send the sorrowful news to my poor sister, I suppose, though it is anything but a pleasant ' duty." I told him how to reach the place he sought, ' and with a polite "thank you," the sad man ! with the red eye walked out of the office, and j in a couple of minutes the sounds of his footsteps died away in the distance. "A queer sort of chap," I said. "Suppose you go to the telegraph office and see what kind of a message he sends," suggested the agent. No sooner said than done. I hastened around to the telegraph office, and as I went in the man came out. He didn't seem to recognize me?at least, he didn't look at me? and I thought it prudent not to notice him. "Did that preacher-looking fellow send a message to G ?" I asked of the operator, when I had gone in aod closed the door after me. "Yes. Why do you ask ?" "Oh! only out of curiosity," I replied. "Was it anything of importance? The man said that his brother and brother-in-law were both killed this afternoon." The operator took the copy of the message from the file on the table, and laid it before me. It was addressed to Mrs. C. H. Griggs, G , and signed Isaac G. Van Scoter. It read : "Henry and Charles are both dead. They will be sent home Thursday." Everything seemed consistent, and any doubts I had entertained of the good intentions of the stranger were speedily dissolved. I didn't go back to the office, but turned my steps toward my boarding place, thinking, as I walked along, that Thursday would be an uncommon day with me, with two corpses and $80,000 in specie in my car. The money was safely deposited in the car an hour before the time for the train to leave, Thursday morning. It was securely locked in two strong, iron-bound chests, and when they were stowed away in the large safe, and the heavy doors made fast; I thought everything was pretty well fixed. A few minutes before we pulled out, two wagons passed by the car, one of them containing two coffins, and the other, six men, who were evidently acting as pall-bearers. I looked around for the bereaved brother with the peculiar eye, but he was nowhere to be seen. I thought it a little strange that he should be absent at such a time, but I forgot all about it in a moment. The coffins were placed in one end of the car, and after it had been arranged that one of the men should come into the car and take a look at the bodies when we arrived at Redwood, he shook hands with the others and entered one of the coaches. As the door closed on him, the bell rang and we went stearaiug away. I was pretty busy for an hour or more, and we had passed three or four stations before I had time to cast more than a casual glance toward the quiet passengers at the end of the car. But after a little, when I had more leisure, an uncontrollable wish took possession of me to look at the faces of the two dead men. | It wasn't mere morbid curiosity, and I can't describe it in any way better than to say it was a sort of vague desire which I could not quiet without satisfying it. I noticed that the lids were not fastened down. My next discovery was that the screws were gone. This struck me as strange, for I was sure I had noticed them when the coffins were lifted into the car. I remembered that I had given the attendants permission to arrange the caskets to their own satisfaction, and that they had been a long time doing it. If they had removed the screws, unobserved, at that time, what possible object could they have had iu doing so? With this question in my mind, I raised the upper portion of the lid of the coffin nearest me and took a look at the face of the occupant. He was a young man with a full face and square features. His cheeks were not Bunken, and he had a decidedly fresh appearance for a young man ; who had been dead for nearly two days, I j thought. Replacing the lid, I passed away to the j other coffin. Here a new and startling surprise met me. The man in the coffin was the j man I had seen at the express office. Tha* | red eye was staring straight at me ; and 1 was not mistaken. For a momeut my consterna-! tion was too great for words. I could not j have uttered a sound had my life depended ! on it. The man who was alive after the accident, j which the paper said caused the death of Van j Scoter and Griggs, and who had made arrangements for the transportation of their remains, was now here in this coffin, to all appearance j ^oo() Tkon T romomhpppH that thp hprpftUPfl stranger had said that his dead brother resembled him very closely. But two brothers are not apt to have red glass-eyes. Such a coincidence as this was beyond the pale of reasonable probabilities. While yet I gazed at the supposed corpse, the other eye opened a little, and I was sure it was looking at me. I was convinced that | there was fraud here, but to show that I had j discovered it, might cost me ray life. So I j very quietly replaced the lid of the coffin, j and took a moment's time to think the matter over. I remembered ray conversation with the I j express agent, which I feared had been overj heard by the clerical looking stranger, and j ! could only come to the conclusion that the ; whole thing was a deliberate plan to murder j me and gain possession of the 880,000 in ray i charge. There was no denying that the man i with the red eye was alive, and I had no i doubt that the other man was also. Kneeling j down, I placed my ear close to the side of the ! coffin, and could hear him breathe quite dis- j ! tinctly. I remembered that the attendant ; who had boarded the train intended to enter j j the car at Redwood, ostensibly for the pur- J ] pose of seeing the bodies ; and I could not; ' doubt that the three men intended to attack I me after the train pulled out from the station, | and rob the car before our arrival at the next j stopping place. There was but one station between us and Redwood, and I knew we 1 would be there in ten minutes more. I had i no time for hesitation. Instant action was 1 my only chance for safety. If I could secure ' myself against an attack until we reached the I next station, I felt that all would be well. In ! one instant I bad decided upon a plan of action. As quickly as possible, I piled several heavy boxes of merchandise on top of the two coffins, and then I knew I was safe, i Scarcely was this accomplished when we rau l into the station. I immediately found two or three officers. ; First, the man in the coach was secured. He was highly indignant that he should be disi turbed on such a solemn mission. But it was i no go. He was handcuffed in less than two minutes and marched out on the platform. It was an easy matter to secure the two quondam dead men. They were taken greatly at a disadvantage, and were deprived of all power to resist almost before they became aware bow their nice little scheme had terminated. All three had been well armed. Bound and guarded, the three miscreants were taken to Redwood and lodged in the county jail. Before I left I took a look at thera through the grated doors of their cell. When I paid my respects to the man with the red eye, he smiled a little and remarked patronizingly : "You're a pretty sharp young man. It ! takes a middling keen boy to outwit us." I "Permit me to sympathize with you in your j sorrow at the loss of your dear brother, just ; a little," I replied. | WORKING* BOTH WAYS. When Horatio Flipper and his bosom friend, Josiah Clemmens, on the same day, in j the same church, married Augusta Lawton ! and her dearest friend, Anathusia Meakim, a I contract was made between the two couples? i a contract entirely independent of that which ; in the eye of the law they had made whcD j each answered "I, will," in reply to the somej what inquisitive question put by the clergy man in regard to tneir iuture idwdmuus a? uu supporting, loving, and honoring each other. It was this : They bound themselves that if one family had a son and the other a daughter, that son and daughter, when they arrived at a proper age, should become man and wife. There was nothing so novel or original iin such an agreement; if there had been, the parties to the coutract never would have made it, for they were neither uovel or original in any thing?they were simply maudliu with romance, and this covenant was merely the effect of which a 6trict attention to novels, love tales aud plays was the cause. So much by way of prologue. Now for our story. Flipper and Clemmens had died full of years and gout and rheumatism, and left each a large fortune to his wife. They had each left, as well a child?Flippers a daughter named Kitty; Clemens a son named Richard, otherwise Dick. The old men had forgotten, long before their deaths, all about their agreement on their wedding-day, but not so with the mothers. They had been in correspondence for the last 6ve years about nothing else. The children had now reached their majority, and their mothers were anxious for the consummation of the plan. "Mother," said Dick, at the breakfast ta[ ble, "there is no use in urging that girl Kitty's j suit, for I will never marry her." "How do you know, my son? You have not seen her for twelve years, and you might be delighted with her," returned Mrs. Clemmens, coaxingly. "I know I shouldn't," Dick said. "She was a red-headed abomination when she was a child, and I'm certain she's the same now." [ "0, Richard!" "Even if she was as handsome as Hebe, I wouldn't marry her. I'd feel disgusted the moment I met her, and so would she, if she had any sense. We'd be introduced, we'd look at each other, and say toourselves, 'Aud this is the person I've got to marry, and then we would bate each other." "Well, it seems to me, Dick, that you might as well wait until you do see each other, before you make up your mind. This is too bad," whined Mrs. Clemmens, wiping her eyes with a napkin, and not discovering her mistake until she had rubbed some mustard into her blue orbs, which occasioned the use of her handkerchief in good earnest?"just when I thought I had such good news for you." Wkuf 10 tKa noa7Q " TT UUU CO bUV UVIIWi "She's coming here." "Who, Kitty Flipper?" "Yes. I received a letter this morning from her mother saying Kitty would start i n a day or two." "Oh, my!" groaned Dick. "You must stop her," he said, seriously. "If she comes, I go. I know what she'll be; a little stuck-u p minx, full of the French airs she acquired by studying abroad for twelve years. She'll say, 'Mou Dieu,' and 'ma foi,' and she'll talk about her naivete and her gaucherie and ber chic; she'll speak bad French in the present tense, indicative mood, of the first conjugation, and she'll commence all her questions with 'Esker,' and then stick like the young man in the Veneerings' party. I shall not see her, that's settled. Write to Mrs. Flipper (mellifluous appellation !) and say we are going on a visit, and we don't know when we will return; or, better, go to town, see Mrs. F., explain openly that I will never marry a Frenchified wax-doll, but that I want a wife who knows how to keep a house in order, can cook, preserve, sew, sweep, bake, darn, mend, dust, and, as the advertisement says, make herself generally useful. In short, a woman like my respected ma; and, so that you may kill two birds with one stone, find a cook who can cook, aud fetch her back with you." An idea seemed to strike Mrs. Clemmens, and she answered, gaily, "Well, Dick, every thing is for the best. If you won't marry her, you won't, so I'll do as you say." After breakfast she made a hurried toilet, and took the first train for the city. Toward evening she returned with as pretty a little piece of femininity as Dick bad ever seen withal. The dainty, curly-headed little woman went straightway to the kitchen, and then Mrs. Clemmens informed her son that she had made matters all right with Mrs. Flipper, and that the pretty conglomeration of muslin, curls, pink and white was a new ol%A knrl onrrorrnrl VUWfi. one uau VU5U5VU* "Ah!" cries the intelligent reader, "you can't deceive us; the pink and white little cook is Kitty Flipper, and the three women have formed a plan to catch Dick unawares." And the intelligent readers are correct, but we vow and declare that we never had any intention of shrouding the dear girl in mystery and practicing deception. If we had?but this is egotism, and we digress. With the advent of the new cook, came luxuries such as had never been seen on the Clemmens' table before. The cuisine (as Dick's Kitty Flipper might say) was perfect. Richard's stockings were mended so neatly that an old pair of socks were better than anew pair. His shirts, too, were washed and ironed so perfectly that their whiteness and gloss caused envy in the bosoms of his male friends. But another change had been effected by the cook. The pink and-white young lady, whom the hottest fire never made red and white, was accustomed to take a seat in the sitting room in the evening and attend to her sewing?the kitchen being locked up?to save gas, Mrs. C. said, and Dick remained home at nights, something unusual for him. In fact, Dick was in love with the cook, and he found a hundred excuses a day to go to the kitchen and have a word or two with the curly-headed little woman. At first she was very cold to him, but gradually, as she saw his respect increase with his love, the ice of her reserve began to melt under the warmth of his passion, and the young , man was correspondingly happy. ! Perhaps there were no conferences, with | comparing of notes, between the cook and ! her mistress when our gentleman took his af- j I ternoon walk. 0, no?of course not?why j should there be? At length Dick found himself so entangled | in the net of love that nothing but marriage j would free him, so he entered the kitchen one afternoon, aud, with a preamable, proposed ! marriage. And here is where we triumph over the ia- ; telligent reader, who says, "I knew how it j would be?she accepted him, they were mar-1 1 ried, the fraud was exposed, aud they lived J ; happily evermore. Wrong, 0, intelligent reader! "Will you marry me ?" said he. "No, I will, not," she answered, j "Why?" "I am a cook aud you are a gentleman." "You are a lady as well as a cook, and fit I to be a gentleman's wife." "I dare say I am, but I don't want to be a cook all ray life." "Then marry me." "And work to support you I" "Why, my dear, I'm rich I" "You mean your mother is." "Well, she would deny me nothing." "I don't know about that. You don't know how she'd act if you married her cook. Besides, I've no fancy for a man who can't support himself and his wife, without help from his mother. I understand you, Dick, and I admit that I love you." "My darling!" he cried, embracing her. "There, now, stop. You wouldn't marry a wax-doll of a girl who couldn't keep a house in order, cook, carve, preserve, darn, mend, sew, dust and sweep. I heard you say so." "That is true," ruefully remarked Dick. "Well, I will not marry a man who cannot support me by his own labor. I don't want ; a club-house swell or a lardy-tardy man of society for a husband ; I want a real man, a hard-fisted workman, who can knock down a giant if be insults me. A good honest son of toil, one whom I'll be proud to point out as I my husband, and on whose Bhoulder I can lean my head, and, confident of his strong t 1 * !- 1J lOVe, Know do iear iu me worm. "What do you want me to do, my darling ?" "Learn a trade; be a man, an independent man. When you have earned money enough to buy a set of furniture and can show me that you are able to support me, I'll say, 'Dick, my boy, I'm yours.' " "I'll do it," cried Dick. Next day, without a word of opposition from bis mother, which he thought rather strange, he left home, went to the city, and made arrangements with a friend of his, a carpenter and builder, to learn a trade. Dick was a natural mechanic. No workman was ever needed at home ; he mended everything. There was no tool ho couldn't use, and therefore at the end of six months there was not a journeyman in the shop that could compare with him for elegant work. Then be rented a little shop, and set up for himself. Strange to say, his first order came from the Widow Flipper, to thoroughly repair three of her new houses. Of course little pink-andwhite had nothing to do with this. Mrs. Flipper recommended him to all her property-owning friends. His business increased wonderfully. Item: His work was always well done. At the end of a year he had really a good busiuess. Then he went home one Saturday night, with a bank book and a plain gold ring in his pocket. He went in the kitchen way ; there was no one there. On his way up stairs he met bis mother. Embraces followed, and then he asked : "Where's Kate?" We have hitherto neglected to mention that the cook's name was Kate. "Not in," answered Mrs. Clemraens; "but Kitty Flipper is up stairs; come up and be presented." Hang Kitty Flipper !" said he. "TUown naa/i Ko nn cmKo rrflQQmnnf T)inlf JL 1IC2I C UUIuU UU uu VU4 VU1 ftMvw?Mvuv| J she's engaged." "0, she is, eh? Well, come along," said he. "Miss Flipper, my son," said Mrs. Clemmens, presenting him. Dick looked up. "What!" he yelled, looking at the lady. "Kate, by Jupiter ! what does this mean ?" "I'm Kitty Flipper and Kate the cook, too. I tried you, my dear, and you stood the test nobly. You've proved yourself my ideal of a man. Take me, if you wish, my darling." And he did take her, while the old lady discreetly looked out of the window and thought of her youth. "And you were all in the plot against me, eh ?" asked he. "Yes," exclaimed the ladies, half frightened now that they were found out. "Well, I'm glad of it. Kate, you've made a man of me. I insisted on my wife being a worker, and it's a poor rule that don't work both ways." Three days after, the little village churchbut pshaw! the intelligent reader can guess the rest. The Flight of Birds.?In the time of Henry the Fourth King of France, there was a famous falcon?a species of hawk?that was trained to fly from Fontainbleau to Malta, a distance of 1,350 miles, in the short time of twenty-four hours. Other birds have even greater power to sustain themselves for long periods in the air. Thus the frigate or manof-war bird, i3 sometimes found on the Atlantic, a thousand miles from the shore, flying in various directions in search of food, so that he must have flown much more than a thousand miles in getting there, and probably flies much farther in getting back ; making, probably, a journey of four or five thousand miles without any rest. It ha9 been said of this bird that it never . i .*i. visits the snore except auring me season ui no hatching, and that it sleeps while posing itself on its wings at a great height. Besides all these various arrangements that keep the bird long on the wing, there is still another of a rereraarkablv interesting character. You know how a fire balloon is made to rise by heating the air with a small piece of sponge filled with alcohol, and set on fire so that the heated air is ever rising under it and lifting it higher and higher in the air. The air thus heated is expauded and made lighter in tbe balloon, so that it is crowded up by the colder air always getting beneath it. Now, there is something like this in every bird that flies. The natural heat of the bird'3 body is greater than that of a man. For instance, the heat of the human body is ordinarily about 90 degrees, while that of flying birds is from 106 to 112 degrees. Now this great heat of the bird's body expands the air in the lungs, the bones, the quills and feathers and air sacs, so that it makes it easy to keep afloat in the higher regions ; and eagles, hawks and other birds of prey eat animals alone, and as this has more heating properties than vegetable food, the bodies of such birds have a higher temperature, and so are able to keep longer on the wing th an those birds that live entirely on seeds. Hence we never see those seed eating birds flying so high, and remaining so long in the air, as those that eat flesh. ??The Benefit of Laughing.?Dr. Green, in his "Problem of Health," says that there is not the remotest corner or inlet of the minute blood vessels of tbe human body, that does j not teel some waver irom cne convulsion uu- i casioned by good hearty laughter. The life principle, or the inward man, is shaken to its innermost depths, sending new tides of life and strength to the surface, thus materially tending to insure good health to the persons who moderately indulge therein. The blood moves more rapidlj' and conveys different impressions to all the organs of the body as it visits them on that particular journey when the man is laughing, from what it does at other times. For this reason, every good hearty laugh in which a person indulges, tends to lengthen his life, eonveying, as it does, new and distinct stimulus to the vital forces. Doubtless the time will come when physicians, conceding more importance than they do now to the influence of the mind upon the vital forces of the body, will make their prescriptions more with reference to the condition of the mind, and drugs for the body ; and in so doing will find the best and most effective methods of producing the required effeol upon the patient. IpsttUatMflujs grading. Correspondence Jacksonville (Ala.) Republican. A TERRIBLE STORY. HOW TWO CONFEDERATE SOLDIERS WERE BURIED ALIVE. In your issue of the 17th instant, I notice I an article, the first sentence of which asks: | "Can a person's hair turn white within a short time?" Having seen such an instance, and one that can be authenticated beyond all cavil by persons now living, I will give you and your readers the circumstances as they occurred, when, where, and whom they are. When Grant sprang the "mine," or "blowup," as many call it, in front of Petersburg, VaM at twilight on the morning of the 30th of July, 1864, the point immediately over it was occupied by a Virginia battery. The ditches on the right, immediately next to the battery, were occupied by the Twenty-second South Carolina Volunteers, Colonel Fleming. On the left of the battery the ditches were occupied by the Eighteenth South Carolina, Colonel W. H. Wallace (now Judge Wallace, of South Carolina,) of which regiment I was surgeon. All along our lines our soldiers had dug out small bomb-proofs, as they called them. These bomb-proofs were generally about four feet broad, three feet high, and seven feet long?large enough for two or three men to crawl into and sleep with comparative comfort and safety, which they did when off duty, during that never-to-be-forgotten siege by every man who participated therein. In one of the bomb-proofs on the extreme right of the Eighteenth South Carolina Volunteers, and just to the left of the mine, Lieutenant Willard Hill, Company E, and Sergeant Greer, Company A, Eigteenth South Carolina Volunteers, having been relieved from duty an hour before, were sleeping. The first they realized of it was the shock, then a deep darkness, and then a consciousness that the mine had been sprung, and that they had been buried, how deep they could not imagine. Their first impulse was a deep, indescribable despair?heartsickening, heart rending, hopelessness, that left them almost powerless for a time. But what could they do? They had nothing to dig out with bat a bayonet that Sergeant ; Greer had in his belt, and there was but a canteen of water in the cell. But what was J going on about them ? Grant had consummated that most diabolical of all the deeds of a terrible war. I was within 180 yards of it on my morning visit to my regimen!:, and it was just at that time of day?twilight? that even trees can look like ghosts, and that added to the weird scene of death. Simultaneous with the deep, dead sound, and the quiver of the earth, there arose in the > air a cloud of dust and smoke, and timbers, men and muskets, and all manner of shapes and fragments, were flying in every direction, and then for a moment a stillness, and it seemed as if every cannon on the whole Fed- J eral line was turned loose upon our lines. Shells shrieked through the air?musket bails : and fragments of shells fell in every direction, plowing up the earth and cutting off limbs from the few trees that the relentless hand of , war had spared. Then came the charge, j Negro troops in front with splendidly capar- ] isoned troops of the Federal army behind, ( driving them, as it were, to the front, like ( sheep to the slaughter, with the battle cry of ( "Remember Fort Pillow," and the few?the i very few?that survived no doubt remember the crater of Grant full as well. High above all the confusion and smoke ( and dust and groans of the wounded, could be , heard the battle-cry of the Federals, and the words of encouragement of gallant officers? the few that are left of the Eighteenth and ( Twenty-Second South Carolina Volunteers, j and those brave Virginians whose battery was . buried in a common grave with nearly every soldier who manned it. But the Confed- 1 erate lines were broken in twain. Federals . and negroes had made breastworks of the boulders that were blown up by the explosion. 1 But they were not to stay there. Soon came . General Mahone, with reinforcements, and, 1 after one of the most gallant fights of all the ( . 1 I J.t ? war, ne carried tne woiks, ana me craier i . turned to a grave for its captors. I bad heard | of pools of blood?it was there that I saw ( them. Then silence reigned, that painful si- 1 lence which always follows on the battle-held ' after death has held high carnival. Then came the sad duty of counting up the cost. My brigade had suffered severely? ! the Twenty-second South Carolina had lost its gallant Colonel, Fleming, and many a brave , soldier. My regiment had lost one hundred and sixty-three men. Two whole companies, ' A and G, Eighteenth Sonth Carolina, had J not a man left, who was on duty, to tell the tale. One hundred and one of my men, including Captains McCormick aud Birdgis, 8 were dead?buried in the crater or scattered along the works?and sixty-two missing. Among the missing were Lieutenant Hill 8 and Sergeant Greer. We left them in their almost living grave ; Greer digging with his 8 bayonet, while Hill passed back the dirt with [ all the desperation of despair. They hear 4 not, heed not the battle that is raging above them, out toil on. Often hope would spring up in their hearts to give way only to despair. Hill has often told me how, when he awoke 1 to a consciousness of his condition, the thought ^ flashed through his brain like lightning; how 1 he thought if he could only see one ray of ? light, or breathe the fresh air once again, that 1 if he could only let his wife know how and where he died, that death would be a relief 1 to him. Almost suffocated for want of fresh J air, they worked on. At last it seemed to them that something had crushed them ; they 1 had dug through the loose boulders, and the ? light burst upon them. Then both, overcome ' with the sudden transition from their suffoca- s tion and despair to light and hope, fainted. ? How long they remained there they know not. ' When they awoke from their swoon, the first sound that broke on their ears was the 1 clash of arms, and the quick rolling roar of 1 the battle as it raged around and above. Al- ( most in stupor, trying to realize that they 1 u .1-- i:_l. i - l l f COUJO again see me ugnt ui neavcu auu ucai the voice of a living creature, they lay still ' until they recovered their minds enough to * know what was going on. Hill has often ' told me that when he knew and realized that I it was a battle, the sound was the sweetest music that had ever greeted his ears. At f last the cry of victory ruse high above every- r thing else. They knew that somebody had ) been vanquished, and that somebody was J victor; who, they knew not. They emerged from their awful retreat, weak, worn in body, and with minds crazed. They knew not how long they had been there; they did not even s know their old comrades. Nor could they c realize that it was the same day that they c were buried. 1 They were brought back to me at the field \ hospital, more dead than alive; for, strange as t it may seem, they were the most sadly-chang- c ed men that I ever beheld. Both were fine- s looking soldiers before ; now they were weak, t with sunken cheeks and eyes. Lieutenant t Hill, whose hair, twenty-four hours before was ? black, without a single gray hair in it (as he c was only thirty years old,) was now almost as ? white as snow. Whether it turned from horror at his condition, or the deathly heat of I his subterranean bed, or both, I do not pre- i tend to say. I simply give the facts, not as e I heard, but as I saw them, and he still lives c to verify that this is no romance, but one of [ my experiences in a war whose first gun J ? heard fired, and the last gun of which soundthe requiem of the lost cause when I was at my post of duty. Hugh Toland, M. D. THE HOT SPRINGS, ARKANSAS. At the foot of the mountain, rising 1,060 feet below the tide-water at the Gulf, on whose sides the springs gush forth, lies the town of Hot Springs, following the windings of the narrow rocky valley of the Hot Springs creek. It consists of one long, irregular Street called Valley street, which crosses and recrosses the little stream. The valley of the latter runs almost due north and south, the Hot Springs mountain rising to the east, and more thickly wooded hills to the north and west. At one part the picturesque little valley is so narrow that the street takes up most of the level, the houses on one side being built over the creek and almost into the mountain side, which in many places has been cut into and blasted away to make room for the buildings and other improvements. The town broadens out considerably on the more level country at the south, towards the Ouachita river, and at the other end the houses are scattered for some little distance up the valleys of the two streams, which, joining at the northern end of the town, together with the waters from the mountain-side, form the Hot Springs creek. This stream, after passing over its rock bed in the valley, flows due south for some six miles to where it joins the historic Uuacbita. There are some fifty-six springs in all, said by some to be one spring with this number of outlets, ranging in temperature from 63 degrees to as high as 148 degrees, and situated at different elevations on the Hot Springs mountain, and in the valley of the creek below, the highest issuing 190 feet above the HotSprings creek, and rising within a space of 1,200 feet long by 200 wide. The majority of the springs are situated well up the mountain-side, a few are distributed along the base, while others rise on the banks of tbe creek, and one springs from the bottom. The hot waters rise to the surface through a formation of milk-white novaculite rock, on top of which they have deposited a layer of calcareous tufa, in some places of very considerable thickness. They are supposed to derive their high temperature directly from the interior heat of the earth, either by passing over and through heated rock formations, or by thorough permeation with heated gas and vapors, rising far below from the molten sublerrene. The springs rising on the mountain are those used for bathing purposes, and are mostly covered over to prevent any pollution at the fountain-head, as well as to preserve, as much as possible, all the properties of the water until it is brought into use. The waters are carried by a system of wooden pipes to the tanks above the different bath-houses. They are still so hot on reaching tbe bathingtubs, that cold water has to be added. Together these springs discharge some 344 gal ions per minute, or nearly ouu.uuu ganons 01 hot water daily, having an average temperature, of 135 degrees Fahrenheit?certainly plentiful and hot enough for any number of invalids. Hot vapor rises continually from the limpid waters, while carbonic acid gas bubbles to the rnrface. In the colder months the vapor, becoming visible, rises in such clouds that it looks like a fog hanging over the mountainside. Day by day the springs are depositing the tufa, which forms incrusted basins for the clear sparkling waters. This is also found as i coating on the pipes and troughs, in the receiving tanks, and, in fact, wherever the waters pass. At the base of the mountain the ridge formed by the tufa hangs over the hot waters of the creek. The diseases notably benefited, and in many cases cured, by the use of the water of the Arkansas Betbesda, are those of the skin and dood, nervous affections, rheumatism and liudred disease, and the various diseases of women. In the case of acute and inflamma;ory diseases, especially those of the heart, ungs, and brain, the use of the waters is inju-ious, and in many cases very dangerous. The treatment is by drinking and bathing n the waters and in their steam, producing in each case a profuse perspiration, which is an ictive agent in the elimination of the disease jy natural channels. The advice of a physician who has well studied the effect of the waters on the system is necessary, during heir use, as they, if rashly used, are as powerful in breaking down the constitution as ;hey are io building up. In many cases the lystem has to be prepared for the treatment cy a course of medicine. The hot baths are usually taken once a day 'or three weeks, when a rest is necessary, the catient probably spending a week at the jeighboring sulphur spring, near the Ouachita river. A second three weeks' course is then aken, followed again by an abstinence of lome days from bathing. The duration of he treatment depends, of course, upon the cature of the complaint aud its degree of leverity. The usual stay at the springs is 'rom one to three months, but many invalids tay a year aod longer, and, in fact, some setle there.?A. Van Cleej in Harper's Maga:ine. THE SILK WORM. It is generally believed that silk was spun n China so long ago as 2,500 years B. C. For a long time the Chinese kept the secret ? A-1- ? ? ? 1 ?? * L.mi n 4 ?? <\ 4 UrtHnO tTAflKQ ,0 MJtillJSeivc?, uui auuut trvu luuuoauu jcoio ifter the discovery, the process of manufac,ure began to be known elsewhere. The eggs of the silk-worm are just about .he size of mustard seeds. Before the silk time :oraes the insect passes through five stages. The final stage lasts about nine days, and du ing this time the little fellows eat like mad. [f you were in a large silk-work establishnent you would think there was a thunderihower without the thunder, the worms make 10 much noise as their little jaws crunch the nulberry leaves. The owners have to be very careful with he eggs, for they must be kept on sheets of japer in a warm room, but where no sunlight :an fall upon them. When the worms are eady to come out, nets are placed over the iggs, and on these nets mulberry boughs are aid. Then the worms crawl up on the green ranches and are fed with leaves cut up into ittle bits of pieces?because they are babies, rou know. How these little things will eat 1 Why, they have to feed them from the very irst, seven or eight times a day. After each noulting time, fresh leaves are given to the vorms, and they are given sprigs of heather, nto which they climb and spin the cocoons, rhis happens about thirty-six days after the iggs are hatched. The worm spins its cocoon from threads of ilk which come from large glands in the un* lerlip. The length of this thread is about >ne thousand yards, and it is spun, without a >reak, in four days. Inside of this cocoon, the vorm becomes pefectly white. By and by his white skin is pushed off, and in sixteen lays the moth appears. But he finds himelf a prisoner inside of the cocoon. He is howsver, furnished with a liquid, and he uses this o ettect bis escape, ne wets tne silken prison it one end, so that the threads separate with>ut breaking, and out flies the moth into free lir. But only a sufficient number for breeding iurposes are allowed to escape, because it njures the cocoons to have the threads moistmed; so, as soon as the covering is spun, the ihrysalis inside is destroyed by steam which lasses through wicker baskets. The cocoons ire then sold to the silk-spinners who put them into hot water to wash off the gum whick sticks the threads together, and who then beat them gently with a tiny broom. The threads get caught on the end of the broom and can thus be separated and then wound on wheels in strands of any strength desired. This, as you can imagine, is a very delicate process. Indeed the whole business requires the greatest care, for silk-worms are often attacked with diseases which will sometimes carry off whole establishments. Men have tried to make silk directly from the mulberry tree, but with no success at all. Tbey also took the sticky matter which the worm secretes and tried that in connection with the leaves ; and although the result was a lit tie more satisfactory, still it wouldn't answer the purpose, and it proved that not only must the worm manufacture the silk, but also spin it itself before the perfect thread can be produced. And yet men call themselves "lords of creation 1" A NATIVE'S RAILWAYEXPEBIENCE. A correspondent of the Church Missionary Intelligencer gives this graphic and amusing description of a railway locomotive in India, as related by a native who bad visited Calcutta, and on his return to his home, explained to his friends the wonderful sights he had witnessed: "I had to go to Calcutta, and, as I heard much about the iron way, I was anxious to know how the English had constructed it. I therefore set off for Raniganj, and pictured to myself what kind of a road was necessary to enable bullocks to draw carts without slipping. On reaching Raniganj, I looked on all sides for the iron road, but could see none. On inquiry, I was directed to a very, very long building, in which I saw two thin iron rods running along on the earth, and a long line of carriages joined together by huge iron chains. How the Sahib Log (the Europeans) could train horses or oxen to run on those thin iron rods, laid down as far as the eye could see, in a straight line, was more than I could conceive, for I was sure my pony would never walk on them. As I was calculating Kaw mono noira nf ovnn ?aii1/) Ko womiiwoi) fn uun luuuj ^aiio ui uauu nuuiu uv ivvjuuwu vv draw this multitude of large carriages, I was terrified by the suortiug and roariog of a dreadful monster, which camealongat a fearful rate, and stopped near the carriages, giving, at the same time, a tremendous kick, which shook all the carriages. No rakshas could look more terrible than this being. Well, that awful and terrible creature was to be harnessed, and was, after all, more docile than many a horse of ours, for it stood very quietly while it was being fastened to the carriages by a mighty chain. We were then ordered to enter the carriages, a bell giving the sign. 'What,' said I, 'with such a monster to draw us ?' 'Yes,' was the reply. I could not make up my mind; but those who, like myself, hesitated to enter the carriages, received a kick or two, and so in we went. I trembled from head to foot, and gave myself up for lost; yet what could I do ? The carriage was closed. At last, the bell rang a second time, a second squeal was heard, like the voices of a hundred elephants, and off we started. No sooner had we gone a little way than the anger of the creature that drew as subsided, and it went on dragging us as if we were nothing. Thus we went quietly on until we reached another station; but no sooner did we stop than the creature again became furious. This time, however, it seemed to be thirsty; for the coachman unharnessed it and took it to a high tower, where it drank I cannot tell how many maunda of water, (a maund or mun is eighty pounds). It then received a feed of some black stuff, and, having well eaten and drunk, it went on again?yes, on, on, on, the creature seeming never to get tired. We reached Cal cutta in no time." The man looked proudly around the circle of his hearers, and they looked with astonishment at a man of such experience. ? A Tremendous Cave?Some time ago, a Mr. NefF, residing near Alexandria, Huntingdon county, Pennsylvania, went to his well to get a drink and found it dry. He then went down into the well to make repairs, and was much surprised to find not a pint of water and the bottom fallen out. A cool breeze blew up strong enough to rustle the leaves of a tree standing near. He tied a lantern to a rope one hundred feet long and let it down, and as the lantern still burned, he rightly concluded that the air was pure. He then procured a spliced rope, three hundred feet in length, and to the end attached a basket containing a lantern, a dog and a cat. He let them down, striking bottom at two hundred I and ninety-one feet. At the end of six hours the basket was brought up. The lantern was still burning, and the only visible effect on the dog and cat was chilliness. The next day the owner of the well, accompanied by a trusty neighbor, Mr. Lefford, descended to the bottom. What was their surprise to find an immense cave, stretching miles in every direction. Stalagmites and stalactites of magnificent gorgeousness lent beauty and variety to the otherwise tomblike scene. Here and there a flowing stream of water rippled over stony beds, while thousands and thousands of bats fluttered their clammy wings, surprised at the intrusion of man. Petrified sea shells, of a hundred varieties, strewed the floors and protruded from the strata. After spending ten or twelve hours of continuous wandering, during which time they penetrated beneath and beyond Alexandria, and discovered a vein of nickel ore, and a nugget of metal resembling antimony, they returned to the surface, where their fear-stricken wives clasped them to their bosoms, thinking they had been lost. It is supposed that this cave is connected with those at Warrior Ridge and Sinking Valley, only a few miles away. Specimens of the nickel ore have been sent to Philadelphia and analyzed, and pronounced superior to the nickel of either Lancaster or Germany, the only two places on the globe where it is mined. Harrisburg Patriot. True as Gospel.?Idleness is the mother of vice, and a boy who is allowed to grow up in idleness is pretty sure to be a vicious man. The parents of such boys have a fearful responsibility resting upon them, when they let their sons run about at late hours of the night instead of keeping them at home reading good newspapers and books, and training them into moral habits so as to become respectable men instead of idlers, rum drinkers, gamblers and loafers, which is sure to be the case with the night runners and day idlers, then the responsibility is inoreased. Give the boys plenty to do, and you will preserve their morals. Better a tired boy than a vitiated mind. Education.?Accustom a child, as soon as he can speak, to narrate his little experiences, bis chapter of accidents, his griefs, his fears, his hopes; to communicate what he has noticed in the world without, and what he feels struggling in the world within. Anxious to have something to narrate, he will be induced to give attention to objects around him, and what is passing in the sphere of his observation, and to observe and note events will become one of his first pleasures ; and this is the ground-work of the thoughtful character. JfiT No trait of character is more valuable than the possession of a good temper. Home can never be made happy without it. It is like flowers springing up in our pathway reviving and cheering us. Kind words and looks are the outward demonstrations; patience and forbearance are^he sentiments within. \0.