Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, February 06, 1914, Image 1

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?^???? ???^^?i ??-^?? ^ ISSOTCP SEliEI-WBElgl^^^ l.k. grist's sons. publishers. J % 4amilS jpetcspapei;: jjor ih$ jpromofion oflh? ^political, gonial, ^griiulfurnl and (Tomintrtial Jntcrcsis of th<p?opI<. | - ESTABLISHED I855T" Y~Q RK VILLETp.'C.. P'RI O A?y7 KEBRU ARY iT, 19141 " . ? N'oTll. r 9SEVEN 1 . n I BY | . EARL DERR BIOOERS Copyright, 1013, by the Bebbe-Merrill Company CHAPTER II. Alone on Baldpate Mountain. "This ain't exactly?regular," Mr. T Quimhoy protested. "No, it ain't what you might call a frequent occurrence. I'm glad to do anything I can for ^ young Mr. Bentley, but I can't help 3 ? 1 * WI? + trill QflV wonaenng wnm ma iamvi ..... . ^. And there's a lot of things you haven't took into consideration." "There certainly is, young man," remarked Mrs. Quimby, bustling forward. "How are you going to keep warm in that big barn of a place?" "The suits on the second floor," said * Mr. Mage'.-, "are I hear, equipped with lireplaces. Mr. Quimby will keep me supplied with fuel from the forest primeval, for which service he will receive >20 a week." * "And light?" asked Mrs. Quimby. "For the present, candles. I have forty in that package. Later, perhaps, you can llnd me an oil lamp. Oh, everything will be provided for." "Well," remarked Mr. Quimby, looking in a dazed fashion at his wife. "I'll reckon Til have to talk it over with ma." The two retired to the next room, and Mr. Magee fixed his eyes on a "Ood Bless Our Home" motto while he. :??,i thai, return Presently they I A uwoiiru iu\n .v...... reappeared. "Was you thinking of ea'ting?" inquired Mrs. Quimby sarcastically, "while you stayed up there?" "I certainly was," smiled Mr. Ma^ gee. "For the most part I will prepare my own meals from cans and?er? jars?and such pagan sources. But now and then you. Mrs. Quimbly, are j going to send me something cooked as ' no other woman in the county can j cook it. I can see it in your eyes. In my poor way I shall to repay you." ^ He continued to smile into Mrs. Quimbys broad, cheerful face. Mr. .Vlagee had the type of smile that I moves men to part with ten until Saturday and women to close their eyes and dream of Sir Launcelot. ^ ?ft'swl! fiwedr' he cried. "We'll get on splendidly. And now?for Baldpate inn." "Not just yet." said Mrs. Quimbey. "I ain't one to let anybody go up to Paldgate inn unfed. I 'spose we're sort o' responsible for you while you're up here. You just set right down and %I'll have your supper hot and smoking on the table in no time." Mr. Magee entered into no dispute on this point, and for half an hour he was the pleased recipient of advice, philosophy and food. When he had 4 assured Mrs. Quimby that he had eaten enough to last him the entire two months he intended spending at the inn. Mr. Quimby came inh, attired in a huge "before th? war" ulster and carrying a lighted lantern. "So you're going to sit up there and write things." he commented. "Well. I reckon you'll be left to yourself, all right." | Jr "I hope so," responded Mr. Magee. | "I want to be so lonesome I'll sob myself to sleep every night. It's the only road to immortality. Goodbye, Mrs. Quimby. In my fortress on the ^ mountain I shall expect an occasional ^ culinary message from you." He took her plump hand. This motherly little woman seemed the last link binding him to the world of reality. "Goodby," smiled Mrs. Quimby. "Be careful of matches." Mr. Quimby led the way with the lantern, and presently they stepped out upon the road. #"Py the way, yummy, remameu Mr. Magee, "is there a girl in your town who has blue eyes, light hair and the general air of a queen out shopping?" "Light hair!" repeated Quimby. "There's Sally Perry. She teaches in the Methodist Sunday school." -v "No," said Mr. Magee. "My de>>*** script ion was poor, I'm afraid. This one I refer to. when she weeps, gives the general effect of mist on the sea at dawn. The Methodists do not monopolize her." "I read books, and I read newspapers," said Mr. Quimby. "but a lot of your talk 1 don't understand." ? "The critics," replied Rill Magee. "could explain. My stuff is only for low brows. Lead on. Mr. Quimby." Baldpate inn did not stand tiptoe on the misty mountain top. Instead it clung with grim determination to ^ the side of Paid pate, about halfway up. much as a city man clings to the running board of an open street car. This was the comparison Mr. Magee made, and even as he made it he knew that atmospheric conditions rendered it questionable. Fur an open street car suggests summer and the ball park: Ealdpate inn. as it shouldered darkly into Mr. Magee's ken. suggested winter at its most wintery. About the great black shape that was the inn. like arms, stretched broad verandas. Mr. Magee remarked # upon them to his companion. "Those porches and balconies and things," he said, "will come in handy in cooling the fevered brow of genius." "There ain't much fever in this locality." the practical Quimby assured him. "especially not in winter." r Silenced, Mr. Magee followed the lantern of Quimby over the snow of the broad steps, and up to the great front door. There Magee produced from beneath his coat an impressive Jv key. Mr. Quimby made as though to JI9 assist, but was waved aside. w~~ "This is a ceremony," Mr. Magee told him. "some day Sunday newspa-! per stories will be written about it. Baldpate inn opening its doors to the great American novel!" I He placed the key in the lock, turn KEYS TO BALDPME f A nio V u? IE, 1 ed it, and the door swung open. The coldest blast of air Mr. Magee had ever encountered swept out from the dark interior. "Whew," he cried, "we've discovered another pole!" "It's stale air," remarked Quimby "You mean the polar atmosphere," replied Magee. "Yes, it is pretty stale. Jack London and Dr. Cook have worked it to death." "I mean," said Quimby, "this air has been in here alone too long. It's as stale as last week's newspaper. We couldn't heat it with a million fires. We'll have to let in some warm air from outside first." "Warm air?humph!" remarked Mr. Magee. "Well, live and learn." The two stood together in a great bare room. When they stepped forward the sound of their shoes on the hard wood seemed the boom that should wake the dead. "This is the hotel office," explained Mr. Quimby. At the left of the door was the clerk's desk. Behind it loomed a great safe and a series of pigeonholes for the mail of the guests. Opposite the front door a wide stairway led to a landing halfway up. where the stairs were divorced and went to the right and left in search of the floor above. Mr. Magee surveyed the stairway critically. "A great place," he remarked, "to show off the talents of your dressmaker, eh, Quimtfy? Can't you just see the stunning gowns coming down that stair in state and young men below here agitated in their bosoms?" "No, I can't." said Mr. Quimby frankly. "I can't either, to tell the truth," 1 M| wouldn't wandor round none," he advised. "You might fall down something?or something." laughed Billy Magee. He turned up i?"Tt'o libn Alptnrinc n slim HIS t'Uliai. 11 o i?rw^ ."O mer girl sitting on an iceberg and swinging her openwork hosiery over the edge. I don't suppose it's necessary to register. I'll go right up and select my apartments." It was upon a suit of rooms that bore the number seven on their door that Mr. Magee's choice fell. A large parlor with a fireplace that a few blazing logs would cheer, a bedroom, whose bed was destitute of all save mattress and springs, and a bathroom comprised his kingdom. Mr. Magee inspected his apartment. The windows were all of the low French variety and opened out upon a broad snow covered balcony which was in reality the roof of the first floor veranda. On this balcony Magee stood a moment, watching the trees on Bald pate wave their black arms in the wind and the lights of Upper Asquewan Falls wink knowingly up at him. Then he came inside, and his investigations brought him presently to the tub in the bathroom. "Fine," he cried?"a cold plunge in the morning before the daily struggle for immortality begins!" He turned the spigot. Nothing happened. "I reckon," drawled Mr. Quimby from the bedroom, "you'll carry your _ i-? - i e .u. ,.f com piuugc up irvm nir ??-n w.n r? the inn before you plunge into it. The water's turned off. We can't take chances with busted pipes." "Of course," replied Magee less blithly. His ardor was somewhat dampened?a paradox?by the failure of the spigot to gush forth a response. "There's nothing I'd enjoy more than carrying eight pails of water upstairs every morning to get up an appetite for?what? Oh, well, the Lord will provide. If we propose to heat up the great American outdoors. Quimby. I think it's time we had a fire." Soon Quimby came back with kindling and logs, and subsequently a noisy tire roared in the grate. "1 wouldn't wander round none," he advised. "You might fall down someI where?or something. I been living in j these parts off and on for sixty years and more, and nothing like this ever J came under my observation before. Howsomever, I guess it's all right if Mr. Pentley says so. I'll come up in | the morning and see you down to the train." | "What train?" inquired Mr. Magee. "Your train back to New York city." replied Mr. Quimby. "Don't try to start back in the night. There ain't no train till morning." "Ah. Quimby." laughed Mr. Magee, "you taunt me. "You think I won't stick it out. But I'll show you. I tell you I'm hungry for solitude." "That's all right," Mr. Quimby responded. "You can't make three square meals a day off solitude." "I'm desperate," said Magee. "Henry Cabot Lodge must come to me, I say, with tears in his eyes. Ever see the senator that way? No? It's going to be an easy job. I must put it over. I must go deep into the hearts of men up here and write what I find. No more snots in me nigni. just me adventure of soul and soul. Do you see? By the way, here's $20, your first week's pay as caretaker of a New York Quixote." "What's that?" asked Quimby. "Quixote." explained Mr. Magee, "was a Spanish lad who was a little confused in his mind and went about the country putting up at summer resorts in midwinter." "I'd expect it of a Spaniard," Quimby said. "Be careful of (hat fire. I'll be up in the morning." He stowed away the bill Mr. Magee had given him. "I guess nothing will Interfere with your lonesomeness. Leastwise I hope it won't. Good night." Mr. Magee bade the man good night and listened to the thump of his boots and the closing of the great front door. From his windows he watched the caretaker move down the road without looking back, to disappear at last in the white night. inrowing uu nis gretii tutu., iui. magee noisily attacked the fire. The blaze flared red on his strong, humorous mouth, in his smiling eyes. Next, in the flickering half light of suit 7, he distributed the contents of his traveling bags about. On the table he placed a number of new magazines and a few books. Then Mr. Magee sat down in the big leather chair before the fire and caught his breath. Yes, here he was. and here was the solitude he had come to find. Mr. Magee looked nervously about, and the smile died out of his gray eyes. For the first time misgivings smote him. Might one not have too much of a good thing? A silence like that of the tomb had descended. He recalled sto ries 01 men wno wem mau irum loneliness. What place lonller than this? The wind howled along the balcony; it rattled the windows. Outside his door lay a great black cave, In summer gay with men and maids, now like Crusoe's island before the old man landed. "Alone, alone; all, all alone," quoted Mr. Magee. "If I can't think here it will be because I'm not equipped with the apparatus. I will. I'll show the gloomy old critics! I wonder what's doing in New York?" New York! Mr. Magee looked at his watch. Eight o'clock. The great street was ablaze. The crowds were parading from the restaurants to the theatres. The electric signs were pasting lurid legends on a long suffering sky; the taxis were spraying throats with gasoline; the traffic cop at Broadway and Forty-second street was mad ly earning nis pay. .ur, iTiagec "p and walked the floor. New York! Probably the telephone In his rooms was jangling, vainly calling forth to sport with Amaryllis in the shade of the rubber trees, Billy Magee?Billy Magee, who sat alone in the silence on Baldpate mountain. Few knew of his departure. This was the night of that stupid attempt at theatricals at the Plaza, stupid in itself, but gay,- almost giddy, since Helen Faulkner was to be there. This was the night of the dinner to Carey at the club. This was the night?of many diverting things. He strode to the window and looked down at the few dim lights that proclaimed the existence of Upper Asquewan Falls. Somewhere down there was the Commercial House; somewhere the girl who had wept so bitterly in that gloomy little waiting room. She was only three miles away, and the thought cheered Mr. Magee. After all, he was not on adesert is iauu. And yet, he was alone, intensely, almost painfully, alone?alone in a vast moaning house that must be his only home until be could go.back to the gay city with his masterpieces. What a masterpiece! As though with a surgeon's knife it would lay bare the hearts of men. No tricks of plot, no? (To be Continued.) Measuring a River.?An engineer found himself summoned one day into the presence of his commander. Napoleon stood on the bank of a wide river gazing across to where the enemy had planted batteries, which he desired to attack with artillery. "How wide is that river?" was the question put to the engineer. "L<ei me get my insirumnim, v??r> the reply as he turned to go for them. "I must know at once," the emperoir insisted. The engineer went down to the level bank of the river, and. standing erect, gradually bent his head forward till the edge of his hat brim just touched the line from his eyes to the water line at the opposite bank of the river. Then, keeping his head bent as it was, he wheeled a quarter turn till his eyes looked along the hat brim and met the land at a point on the same side of the river on which he stood. Here he noted a rock or tree near the point at which his eyes met the ground, and, calling a soldier, directed that a stake be driven near that point, as he should direct. Then by noticing just where to drive the stake, he fixed the point at which the line from hat brim and eye reached the bank. Turning to the emperor, "Your majesty," said he. the distance from where I stand to the stake is the width of the river." And so it was. as you can readily see. If the emperor did not promote that officer?why, then the story does not end as it should.?St Nicholas. Insufficient Inducement.?Symthe?1 dropped a penny in front of a blind beggar today to see if he'd pick it up. Tompkins?Well, did he? Symthe?No; he said, "Make it a sixpence, mister, and I'll forget myself." FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS As Traced In Early Files of The Yorkvllle Enquirer NEWS AND VIEWS OF YESTERDAY Bringing Up Records of the Part and Giving the Younger Readers of Today a Pretty Comprehensive Knowl edge of the Things that Most Concerned Generations that Have Gone Before. The first installment of the notes appearing under this heading was published in our issue of November 14, 1913. The notes are being prepared by the editor as time and opportunity rermit. Their purpose is to bring into review the events cf the past for the pleasure and satisfaction of the older people and for the entertainment and instruction of the present generation. Having commenced with the year 1866. it is the desire of the editor to present from the records, a truthful and accurate picture of conditions as they existed immediately preceedlng the Civil war. This will be followed by a review of the war period, including the names of York county soldiers who went io the war singly and in companies, and then will follow the events of the re-construction period and the doings of the Ku-Klux. All along the editor will keep in mind incidents of personal interest, marriages and deaths of well known people weather events and general happenings out of the ordinary. In the mean .!??!-? 'ime persons who may uwire iu?mc> information about matters that may have been only briefly mentioned are invited to call at the office of the editor and examine the original records. TWENTY-THIRD INSTALLMENT Thursday, August 19, 1858.?Married on Tuesday, 10th instant, by Rev. R. Y. Russell, Mr. J. A. Lockhart and Miss Nancy Thomas, all of this district. In this district on the 22d ultimo by William McGill, Esq., Mr. Jonathan J. Hayes and Miss Nancy Cobb, both of Cleveland county, N. C. On the 12th instant by William McGill, Esq., Mr. John B. Cook and Miss Elizabeth E. Foy, both of Gaston, N. C. Road Work?All persons who wish to commute with the town council in lieu of six days' road and street work can do so by calling on J. A. McLean and paying two dollars, on or before Monday next, 23d instant. R. Hare, Intendent. Thursday Morning, August 26, 1858. ?On the 19th instant by Rev. S. L. Watson, Mr. J. J. Howe, and Miss Araminta M. Quinn, all of this district. Thursday Morning, September 2, 1500.?Mctrneu?in ^iieoivi uu cue &iwu ultimcf, by Rev. L. C. Hinton, Capt. W. H. Gill and Miss Margaret, daughter of the late W. D. Henry. On the 27th ultimo, by L. C. Hinton, Mr. Turner Barber of Chester district and Miss P. E. Kee, daughter of Capt. C. J. Kee, of York. The Atlantic Telegraph. The first dispatches by the Atlantic sub marine telegraph are published in another column verbatim. They reached Columbia in less than twenty-four hours after leaving London. It is a co-incidence worthy of mention that these first dispatches should announce to the world an event surpassing in its influence in the world's progress, even this wonderful teleuranhic achievement. For centuries China has been to the world a "sealed book," locking up immense resources of wealth and treasure, and hiding in darkness, the elements of a magnificant civilization. Now the clasp has been unlocked?broken if you will; and across the wilds of a hitherto trackless ocean flashes the startling intelligence that another and another wonder has been done?another and another mighty bound has been achieved toward the goal of universal peace and prosperity. For the south these great events will work the most beneficial results. Besides opening a great market for her staples, old intermediate speculation must be checked, giving to the planter the true value of his products, and at the same time enhancing that value to an untold extent. But we must wait. * London, August 27. The treaty between China and France and England stipulates? I. That the Chinese empire shall be open to the trade of all nations. II. That the Christian religion shall be allowed throughout the country. III. That the foreign diplomatic agents shall be admitted into the empire. IV. Full indemnity is accorded to France and England, but nothing is said of the United States. * We are fast becoming a musical people?cultivating especially those soul stirring influences which the "heavenly maid" lends to the "tented field." Already our district has four bands in full blast?some of them vieing with the best trained musicars in the state, and we have now the pleasure of recording the organization of another company, numbering ten, having its headquarters at Olivet church under the command of Capt. John W. Lindsay. The members are: James Farley, R. M. Burris, William Moore, John B. McLure, Thomas Howe, William Lindsay, H. Owinn, S. Pres-sly and James Gourley. It will be called the "Turkey Creek Brass band," and under the tuition of Capt. Lucas will soon be ready to compete for the prize which the crowds are always prompt to award for first rate music. We wish the Turkey Creek-ers a steady progress. a--- O * U A 10CO lllUISUU), OCpLCIIiMtri lOtiO. iUUVH of the paper for several issues has been taken up with controversies on theological subjects and the dancing question. * * The following legislative candidates are announced: John B. Nesbitt, J. Newman McElwee, J. Bolton Smith, Wm. C. Black, Edward Moore, A. S. Wallace, Daniel Williams. Thursday, September 23, 1858.?Married?On Tuesday, 14th instant, by Hugh Simpson, Esq., Mr. James W. Collins and Miss Elizabeth Cathcart, all of this district. On the 20th instant, by S; G. Brown, Esq., Mr. Wm. M. Dover and Miss Nancy J. Hartness, oil of this district. In this district on the 14th instant, by Rev. S. L. Watson, Thomas H. Grier, Esq., of Mecklenburg county, N. C., and Miss Catharine Barnett, of York district. We have an interesting communication from Maj. B. F. Perry, giving additional particulars about the life of Judge Wm. H. Smith. Maj. Perry says that Judge Smith did not leave the state for political considerations; but rather in pursuance of a plan he had bad under consideration for a number of years. He had entertained the idea tiince 1826, and in cai*rying out the purpose, sold his entire estate?including the magnificent residence in our town, erected by him, and the beautiful jrrounds, which residence and grounds sire now owned by Col. McCaw. Thursday Morning, September 30, 1858.?Messrs. Meacham & Wheeler )io va nnariA<1 Atit a oTAPnrv at npo npq P the depot. Married?In Yorkville, S. C., on Tuesday evening, the 28th instant, by Itev. R. A. Ross, John G. Enloe, Esq., t.nd Miss Mary Ann, eldest daughter of the late Wm. R. Alexander, Esq., all of this place. Thursday Morning, October 14, 1868. ?An election was held in this district on Monday and Tuesday last for four representatives in the legislature and live commissioners of the poor. The following were elected: Representatives in the legislature?Messrs. Williams, Moore, Black and Wallace. Commissioners of the Poor?Wm. P. Thomasson, J. B. Partlow, R. S. Moore. M. Wallace, E. G. Buyers. * Married?In Yorkville, on Thursday last, 7th iri3tant, by Rev. J. If. H. Adt.ms, Mr. E. Peyton Moore, and Miss Lizzie Neely, all of this place. Thursday Morning, Oct. 21, 1858.? Correspondents will address Col. R. G. McCaw our senator, and Messrs. Edward Moore and A. S. Wallace at Yorkville; Daniel Williams at Rock HU1, and William C. Black at Harmony. Adam Ivy agent for the Catawba Indians, makes the following report to Ihe court of common pleas: "I beg leave to report that the Catawba Indians now number about seventy in all. I cannot discover any improvement in their moral condition or habits in general. They are fond of spirituous liquors, and as there are now two distilleries near them, when they earn a little money by hire, or raise a little corn, they will spend it for whisirv onH cot rtmnk and sometimes do mischief. Last winter, (as I understood it), as they returned from one of those distilleries, in a high state of intoxication they got into an affray, which resulted in the killing of two Indians and the wounding of one horse. Now after due reflection, I am hound to believe that such traffic and conduct as that above stated is a sad nuisance in any civil community, and 1 hope the proper authorities will consider this matter and remove that which annoys. I have had but little conversation with the Indians this year about removing to the west; but so far as I hawe learned, they are still willing to be removed." In making up the election returns last week we omitted to state the vote cast for our representative in congress, TT TTr rtr T! 7? kmrn oinno QQ. nun. w. vy. dujic, t"c nu.?v Blow ? certained the number, and out of 1,855 votes polled, he received 1,289. There being no opposition many voters neglected to extend the "well-done" which all in sentiment heartily accord him. (To Be Continued). WILL AID THE WORLD What Noted European Expert Thinks of Our Currency Bill. Moreton Frewen, a writer on economic problems, tariff and the exchanges, said in an interview with the correspondent of the Sun recently: "At the close of 1913 the city opinion nere anticipated a bank rate on discounts of six per cent. It has fallen m a fortnight from Jive to three per cent. Why? Why have consols jumped five points? The answer is the new American currency act. Here is Uncle Sam with the power of a hundred Morgans entering the bill discounting K,.o:r.Aoo nronnrpii to do the world's business. Therefore, every banker knows that stringency and contraction have disappeared and that a new day has dawned. This act is a ( bigger thing byall odds for the world's trade than the Panama Canal." In reply to the question, "Is the bill : safe and sound," Mr. Frewen said: , "It is safe if only the American people do not become frightened. If the j shipment of large sums of gold during the year creates alarm then Americans 1 might forfeit their share in the feast of fat things at. hand. Make up your minds to lose perhaps $300,000,000 or $400,000,000 of gold in the next two < years and that the export of this pre- i clous metal will greatly strengthen your export trades. i "If you accept the bill in that spirit great good will result. New issues of i paper and great expansion of bank credits will advance your prices. Your steel, cotton, wool and leather industries will boom. It will be an antidote to the new tariff and will greatly confuse the two economic problems, but i you may be quite sure that you will lose much gold Tho ,.rntaf>tinni?is in America (and I am a protectionist) will declare that this loss is the result of the new tariff. On the contrary, it will be the result of your new vast currency issues.'' Mr. Frewen continued: "Could there be anything more striking to show the internationality of i these money problems than that a local act should have restored confidence and vigor to every bourse in [Europe? What was done Christmas j week will make money cheap here and ' business will expand for a long time. It will have an effect for at least four years. "The passage of the American currency act was a greater discovery than half a dozen new African gold fields. Four or five years hence we may all have to walk warily. Meantime let us thank Washington l'or the Santa Claus visit to millions of anxious bedsides.*' ?London Dispatch to New York Sun. BATTLE OF LITTLE BIG HORN Where Brave Custer and His Men Fought, to the Death AGAINST SITTING BULL'S WILD HORDE Yorkville Man Who Know Many of the Bravo Soldier*, and Who Has Since Visited the Scene of the Fighting Tells Interesting 8tory of the Historic Event. At the request of friends, Prof* Robert J. Herndon, of Yorkville, has written an account of the famous battle in which the brave General Custer was wiped out by Sitting Bull, and has kindly placed the manuscript at the disposal of The Enquirer. It is with much pleasure that we give it to our readers. When I was a very small boy during the Ku Klux trouble, quite a lafge ? .. ? 1 TT O W.A.A .tnfUw _ Iiuxuucr UL U. O. DU1U1CI O YYCIC OLUkiUUed in Yorkville, and among them were some who went to their death in the battle of the Little Big Horn, June 26th, 1876. These soldiers with many others were sent to the far northwest to "whip into line" many roving bands of wild, recalcitrant Indians of the Sioux nation who had committed many depredations and would not live at the Agencies provided for them. On August 14th, 1913, I visited the Custer battlefield on the Little Big Horn river in southern Montana. This battlefield is two and a half miles from Crow Agency, a station on the Burlington Route (C. B. & Q. R. R.), and about one mile from the road's nearest point. The Little Big Horn river ("Greasy Grass." the Indians call it), is a branch of the Big Horn which in turn is a branch of the Yellowstone, and from the Custer Battlefield it flows in a northwesterly direction to its confluence with the Big Horn river. Between the Little Big Horn and Big Horn lies some of the prettiest farming land I saw throughout my trip. Beautiful, level lands of wheat, oats and alfalfa just ripening; for remember, crops mature in that high country much later than with us. The country to the northeast is rough and much broken when approaching the Little Chetish (or Wolf) mountains. Below the foothills where the battle was fought, runs the Little Big Horn river, very tortuous and swift but through pretty and level fields such as we would call a pretty river "bottom" here. It was in this beautiful valley and on the banks of the pretty little river that the Indians were discovered in camp. Forty "Rickaree" Indian scouts accompanied the expedition and these with some twelve or fifteen Crow Indian scouts had found the Sioux Indians under the leadership of Sitting Bull. The Sioux Indian nation was composed of a number of different tribes who in turn had their chiefs. At this battle they consisted of the Cheyennes, Brules, Ogalallas, Minneconjous, San Arcs and Uncpapas. Sitting Bull was an Uncpapa Indian and during the battle he remained in camp "making medicine," that is taking care ( No. 1. He is described as a heavy set, muscular man about 5 feet 9 inches in height and was at the time of the battle forty-two years of age. He died about four years ago if I remember correctly. His views had great weight at all of the Indian councils, and he was a great "medicine" man. His voice and vote equalled that of the other chiefs. He had predicted that the soldiers would attack them and that the soldiers would be killed. He was regarded personally as a great coward and a very great liar, "a man with a big head and a little heart." Among the principal warrior chiefs were "Chief Gall" and "Crow King," Uncpapa Sioux; "Crazy Horse," "Low Dog" ana "tug Koaa, ugumim oiuua, "Spotted Eagle," a Sans Arc Sioux; "Hump," a Minneconoju Sioux and "White Bull," a Cheyenne Sioux. It was these chiefs who conducted the battle, the main honor resting on Chief Gall, whose picture I have. I have also a picture of Sitting Bull and "Curley" the scout, the sole survivor of the battle. He is a Crow Indian and lives in a little hut on the Little Big Horn river in sight of the battlefield, the government having allotted a small acreage to him for services with the Custer expedition and during the battle. At the time of the battle there did not exist a ranch west of Bismarck, North Dakota, nor east of Bozeman, Montana. Today the country seems well settled and at Crow Agency quite a nice town stands surrounded by the Crow Indian reservation where 1,700 Crow Indians live. I was told that the government guards very carefully the conduct of these Indians and settlers who live on the reservation, and it is a penitentiary offense to be caught with anv intoxicating drink thereon. These Crows have ever been friendly to the white man and this same Indian scout "Curley" bested Custer to let him show him (Custer) a way of escape when he plainly saw that the soldiers would all be killed. It was these Crow scouts with some of the "Rees" who succeeded in finally locating the hostile Indians. They told of the immense camp; of the great herds of ponies and the fighting ability of these Sioux as some of them had had previous fighting experience with the Sioux. It has been said that for two or three days before the battle. Gen. Custer appeared much disturbed in mind and just after a "talk" with his officers one night Lieut, (afterwards Captain) Wallace said to Capt. Godfrey as they walked to their bivouac: 'Godfrey, I believe Gen. Custer is going to be killed and I think he believes it also for I never heard him talk as subdued and conciliating as he did tonight." Custer is described as an officer whose manner was "brusque and aggressive." This same night the Indian scouts with their half-breed interpreter were having their "talk" also and when an officer passed the interpreter asked him if he knew how many Indians were in front of them. The officer answered "twelve to fifteen hundred I guess," whereupon the scout said: "Well, you will find about 5,000 and we are going to have a h?11 of a big fight." So it proved. The scouts had discovered the entire Indian force immediately over the hills and had come in to report. Gen. Custer it seems, was so anxious to "bag" the Indians that he sent Capt. Benteen to the left, Maj. Reno took the center while he took the hills and was seen when well up on them to wave his hat and cheer during the battle between Reno's command and a part of the Indians. He was not seen alive after that. Benteen made an efTort to assist Reno in the first attack, but was held in check by the heavy force of Indians while Custer had taken his command (260 men), further up the slope and probably two and a half miles away believing that Reno and Benteen would drive the Indians down the river where he could finish them all. Reno retreated across the river and found refuge in the high hills where the Indians had him almost surrounded and where every officer and private fully expected to meet his death when suddenly "the Indians ceased action. Words flew for it was at this Juncture that Custer had been discovered; they did not know of his presence and thought they had to die only with Maj. Reno's command. At this time "Iron Cedar" an Important warrior, excitedly sought out Chief Oall and told him of Custer's approach. The Indians in a body left Reno and went to attack Custer. Chief Gall had ordered the heavy force of Indians to completely surround Custer and I saw the ravine where he personally led a large force to the top of the bluff. It was here that Custer was attacked and man after man went down fighting until the entire command of 260 men was exterminated. In our boyhood days we remember reading the account of the battle of Balaklava with its heroisms, of the "Charge of the Six Hundred" against the Russian batteries where "someone had blundered" and one-half returned unscathed. But no trooper of Custer's 260 men remained to tell the tale. None wounded; none missing; all killed. 'Tla said here that the Indian scout "Curley" made his escape early in the battle by dressing in the clothes of a dead Sioux warrior. While the battle was progressing there arose from out the tall grass and under the hills, a thousand fierce Cheyennes with the demoniacal Rain in-the-Faoe as leader. This same Indian was noted among many of the Indians as a fearless lighter and a "pale-face" hater. To attest his strength and Impress the Indians with his indifference to death it is said that he hung for three hours in the sun by deer thongs fastened into holes cut through the flesh under the shoulder blades. He had been imprisoned at one time at one of the Agencies by Capt. Tom Custer (Gen. Custer's brother), for promoting some trouble among his bloodthirsty Cheyennes. He threatened to eat Tom Custer's heart which threat he made good, for when the battle ended he sought out Tom Custer, ripped opened his body, and tore out the reeking heart before the eyes of the exultant savages. The dead soldiers were mutilated and hacked in a most horrible manner. No one knows the length of the battle. One Indian told that it "lasted as long as it took a candle to burn onefourth of an Inch;" another said that it lasted as long as it "took a hungry Indian to eat his dinner." Presumably the awful work was done in thirty minutes. Report has it that part of the command purposely failed Custer and was afraid to send assistance, but this is disclaimed in that it was utterly impossible for them to reach Custer as the Indians were between the two forces. At least a few of the soldiers who were in Yorkville were with this expedition. Many times I have heard Trumpeter Penwell give his calls; he was orderly to Capt. Godfrey during the battle, but being in Reno's command he escaped. Another soldier I remember well, was named Clair. Sometime after the expedition left the mouth of the Rosebud on the Yellowstone, Clair approached Capt. Godfrey and said: "Captain, I am going to be killed and I have a sum of money that I want you to take." Capt. Godfrey remonstrated with him for being un duly frightened out ciair inaiaieu ?u strongly and repeatedly that Godfrey took the money. It was somewhat known that Clair enlisted in the army under an assumed name and so reported to Captain Godfrey. When he asked Clair what he should do with the money in case he (Clair) was killed, Clair only answered: "You hold to the money." Clair was killed; I saw his grave and recognized the name at once on his tombstone. Capt. Godfrey turned the money over to the war department where I suppose it lies today. Just after the battle it is said that the Indian boys tilled the dead bodies of the soldiers with arrows and otherwise mutilated them making recognition in many cases almost impossible. The Indians did no more shooting than was necessary as they did not want to wound or kill the horses which they coveted much. During the earlier engagement with Reno's troops, they were dismounted and the horses left with a few soldiers as caretakers. A large number of these horses were stampeded by the Indians by waiving blankets in front of the horses and by their ferocious yells. These horses were afterwards caught by the squaws and boys. I have traveled across many of these pathless and seemingly endless plains with nothing in sight except sage brush and the sky overhead; not a tree to be seen. The Indian is noted as a great economizer of wood?no wonder! However, along the banks of the Little Big Horn river grow to a considerable size quite a number of trees which I took to be cottonwoods. That night after the battle the Indians did not stint themselves; they had many bonfires and pandemonium reigned in their camps until far into the night. Whooping, yelling, dancing, singing, beating their tom-toms and discharging firearms, many of which were taken from dead soldiers together with what ammunition was left by Custer's command. Nearly all of the dead soldiers were stripped of their clothing and nearly every man was scalped; many faces that were recognizable in death wore a pained expression. General Godfrey, with whom I have had some correspondence, ?<?s!s of an Irish trooper under him whom he had promoted on the battlefield to be a sergeant for gallantry in the earlier or Reno engagement. This trooper was very fond of "bug-juice," but had had no chance for months to obtain any. During the fight this fellow was badly wounded in the leg necessitating amputation and after the operation the surgeon gave him two good, stilt drinks of whisky, when the Irishman smacked his lips and said: "Me-um, doctor, cut off me other leg." Some may ask, "Why was Custer defeated?" It is a fact that 26 soldiers have been known to whip and frighten away 250 Indians, but in this battle the Indians were estimated in numbers at nearly 5,000, and were overpowlng; Custer was simply overwhelmed. The Indians have said that if the command had held its place in the valley that they would have been compelled to divide their strength for at the discovery of Custer's command coming up they were actually preparing to break camp and move their villages. The squaws had already started with their Immense pony herds, but were ordered back after the massacre. The Custer battlefield is now a national cemetery enclosed as a square, one mile each way by a substantial fence. A keeper with his wife and son lives there in a pretty, roomy house erected by the government, and the flag waves over what remains of the 260 soldiers. Many officers other than those who fell in that battle together with wives and children of some other officers lie burled there. I noticed the grave of one officer who had died in the Philippines. In this part of the cemetery the stones are most beautifully aligned, but a hundred yards away where the soldiers were nearly all shot down, the stones are somewhat scattering, and erected at about where each fell. The battlefield is now easy enough to approach, being two and a half miles from the station; but surely it must have been a lonely, barren place before the railroad was built! Even on the August day that I visited it, I experienced a strange, mysterious feeling creep over me in that far off great sea of grass and loneliness. R. J. Herndon. Feb. 2nd, 1914. NO MILLIONAIRES OR 8LUM8 Conditions and Reforms in New Zealand Told by an American. "Americans are not particularly popular in New Zealand, but it is certainly a land of opportunity," said Charles Newton, a New York business man, who spent a year traveling in Australia and the smaller islands in that part of the world. "There is practically no poverty in New Zealand, which is not the result of laziness or drink. There are no millionaires and no slums. New Zealand is two-thirds /v# If Vtno o U* lists* luc ax ca ui vauxui mcu u uao a x^ui upean population of 1,000,000, almost wholly of British descent, and a Maori population of about 40,000. "The laws of this island have become known throughout the world because of the advanced refonps they are supposed to promote. Primary education is free, secular and compulsory up to a prescribed standard, with free books, free travel on the railways for the children attending school, and where there is no railway, an allowance for conveyance by vehicle of ferry or for board of pupils near the school. "Lives of infants are protected by taking them from hard and unnatural conditions and placing them with approved private families. There is a national endowment of nine million acres for education and old age pensions, besides two million for special purposes of various educational institutions. "Public utilities are either nationalized or municipalized, including railways, harbors, postal and telegraph service, parcel post, postal savings banks, street cars, telephones, gas, electricity,'1 water and other things. There are nearly three thousand miles of railway, and only twenty-nine miles are owned privately. "Chinese are tabooed. To land in New Zealand the Chinaman has to read a printed passage of not less than one hundred words in the English language and pay a poll tax of $500. All these laws necessarily result in a complicated system of government, but it is working out well, and is certainly raising the standard of living."* ?Washington Post. FREAK8 OF THE TIDE The Caldron of the Spotted 8eas and the Amazon River Bore. To the ordinary lay mind the tides along our. coast are most puzzling. He knows that the tides rise and fall twice in twenty-four hours and that this depends in some mysterious way upon the moon. But if in his travels he sees a spot along the shore where there is no tide he is at a loss to account for it. To be exact there is only one ocean in the world where the tides follow Jhe moon with regularity, and this is the great Antarctic basin. And the reason is that there is the only place a sweep of water Is to be found that is entirely uninterrupted by land. The enormous waves caused by the moon's attraction course round the world south of Cape Horn and the Cape of Good Hope, with absolutely nothing to break them. Hence in our northern hemisphere great masses of land interrupt the tidal waves and, combineJ with the shallowness of the inland seas, cause them to perform antics which seem most strange. The depth of the water has much to do with the tidal irregularities. Out in the open ocean, where the tide is abnormal?about 5,000 fathoms?the speed of the waves is amazing. When the depth decreases to live fathoms the tide cannot, travel more than fifteen miles an hour. In England, for example, which is surrounded by narrow, land broken seas, the result is that they get some of the most dangerous tidal races and currents to be found. The most formidable of these is the whirlpool between the islands of Jura and Scarba, on the west coast of Scotland. This is known as the "Caldron of the Spotted Seas." There the current runs at times at the rate of more than twelve miles an hour, and the force of a heavy tidal current rushing up to the wide mouthed river forms what is called a "bore." A most striking example of this tidal feature is often seen on the Amazon when a moving wall of water, reaching from bank to bank and to a height of more than twenty feet, will rush inland.?New York Sun.