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We also sell the Mishawaka Sulky and Walking Turn Plows in all sizes, The best Chewing Tobacco in the market, made by 8. W- Venable, of Petersburg, Va., embracing the celebrated brands of "Blue Jeans," "Rapidan," "True Blue" and **Florimel." A trial asked?a good chew guaranteed. Other makes and grades also on hand, i McCULLY, CATHCART & CO. Anderson, S. C, April 30, 1885 FISHING TACKLE, HOOKS and LINES OF ALL KINDS AT SIMPSON, REID & CO.'S DRUG STORE, House Corner, Anderson, S. C. April 22,1885 il GRANT'S HISTOY OF THE WAR, Kxtraets From His Forthcoming JBook of Recollections. New York Herald. The "Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grunt" will soon be published by Messrs. Charles L. Webster & Co. It will be a book in two volumes, containing about five hundred pages each, and it is safe to say that no publication of late yeare has created so much curiosity and such vast interest as to its scope and contents. The book will be dedicated "to the American soldier and sailor." It will contain portraits, maps, plans and other illustrations. In the opening chapters General Grant settles all speculations as to his origin by declaring that he is of the eighth gene? ration from Matthew Grant, who settled in Dorchester, Mass., in the year 1630. His grandfather Noah served in the war of the Revolution and was present at the battle of Bunker Hill. LIFE AT WEBT POINT. Geueral Grant thus tells the story of some of the notable instance of his ex? perience at West Point :? My father received a letter from the Hon. Thomas Morris, then United States Senator from Ohio. When he read it he said to me, "Ulysses, I believe you are going to receive the appointment." "Whatappointment?" I inquired. "To West Point; I have applied for it." "But I won't go," I said. He said he thought I would, and I thought so too, if he did. I really had no objection to going to West Point, except that I had a very exalted idea of the requirements necessary "to get through. I did not believe I possessed them, and could not bear the idea of failing. There had been four boys from our village or its immedi? ate neighborhood who had graduated, and never a failure of. any one appoiuted from Georgetown, except in the case of the one whose place I was to take. He was the son of Dr. Bailey, our nearest and most intimate neighbor. Young Bailey had been appointed in 1837. Finding before the January examination following that he could not pass, he resigned and went to a private school, and remained there until the following year, when he was re-appointed. But before the next examination he was dis? missed. Dr. Bailey was a proud and sensitive man and felt the failure of his son so keenly that he forbade his return home. During my first year's 'encampment Geueral Scott visited West Point and reviewed the cadets. With bis command? ing figure, his quite colossal size and showy uniform, 1 thought him the finest specimen of manhood my eyes had ever beheld and the most to be envied. I could never resemble him in appearance, but I believe I did have a presentiment for a moment that some, day I should occupy his place on review, although I had no intention then of remaining in the army. But my experience in a horse trade ten years before and the ridicule it caused me were too fresh in my mind for me to communicate this presentiment to even my most intimate chum. The next Summer Martin Van Buren, President of the United States, visited West Point and reviewed the cadets. But he did not impress me with the awe that Scott in? spired. In fact I regarded General Scott and Captain C. F. Smith, the comman? dant of cadets, as the two men most to be envied by the nation. I wa^ impa? tient, to get on my uniform and see how it looked, besides probably wanting my old schoolmates, particularly the girls, to see me in it. But the conceit was knock? ed out'of me by two little circumstances that happened soon after the arrival of the clothes, and which gave me a distaste for military uniform that I never recov? ered from. TWO GENERALS CONTRASTED; That General Grant was always a keen observer is' illustrated by his sketch of the marked differences between General Taylor and General Scott:? I had now been in battle with the two leading commanders conducting armies in a foreign land. The contrast between the two was very marked. General Tay? lor never wore uniform, but dressed himself entirely for comfort. He moved about the field in which he was operating to see through his own eyes the situation. Often he would be without staff officers, and when he was accompanied by them there was no prescribed order in which they followed. He was very much given to sit on his horse sideways?with both feet on one side?particularly on the battlefield. General Scott was the reverse in all these particulars. Ho always wore all the uniform prescribed or allowed by law; when he inspected his lines word would be sent to all division and brigade commanders in advance, notifying them of the hour when the commanding gene? ral might be expected. This was done so that all the army might be under arms to salute their chief as he passed. On these occasions he wore hD dress uniform, cocked hat, aguillettes, sabre and spurs. His staff proper, besides all officers con? structively on his staff?engineers, in? spectors, quartermasters, &c,?followed, also in uniform and in prescribed order. Orders were prepared with great care, and evidently with the view that they should be a history of what followed. I saw a good deal of General Taylor during my service^ with the State. On one occasion he said to mo that I ought to go into the United States service. I told him I intended to do so if there was a war. He spoke of his acquaintance with the public men of the State, aud said he could get them to recommend me for a position, and that be would do all ho could for me. I declined to receive indorsements for permission to fight for my country. GRANT AND LINCOLN. The General's account of his first in? terview with Lincoln is full of inter? est:? Although hailing from Illinois myself, the State of the President, I had never met Mr. Lincoln until called to the capi? tal to receive my commission as Lieuten? ant General. I knew him, however, very well, and favorably, from the accounts given by officers under me at the West, who had known him all their lives. I had also read the remarkable course of debates between Lincoln and Douglas a few years before, when they were rival candidates for the United States Senate. I was then a resident of Missouri, and by no means a "Lincoln man" in that con? test. But I recognized then his great ability. In my first interview with Mr. Lincoln alone he stated to me that he had never professed to be a military man, or to know how campaigns should be conduct? ed, and never wanted to interfere in them, but that ptocrastination on the part of commanders and the pressure of the people at the North, aud of Congress, which, like the poor, he "had always with him," had forced him into 'usuing his well-known series of "Executive Orders." Ho did not know but they were all wrong, and did not know that some of them were. All he wanted, or had ever wanted, he said, was that some one would take the responsibility and act, and call on him for all the assistance needed. TUE BATTLE OF SHILOH. ! General Grant does not believe tbat General Beauregard deserved nil the blame he got for his conduct at the battle j of Shiloh :? At the battle of Shiloh, when all reinforcements arrived, I expected to take the initiative by marching on Corinth, and had no expectation of needing forti? fications. But this subject was taken into consideration. McPherson, my only military engineer, was directed to lay out a line to intrench. He did so, but reported that it would have to be made in the rear of the line of encampment as it then ran. The new line, while it would be nearer the river, was yet too far away from the Tennessee or even from the creeks to be ea?ily supplied with water, and in case of attack these creeks would be in the hands of the enemy. Tbe fact is, I regarded the campaign we were engaged in as an offensive one, and bad no idea tbat the enemy would leave strong intrench men to to take tbe initiative when he knew he would be attacked where he was if he remained. This view, however, did not prevent every precaution being taken and every effort made to keep advised of all movements of tbe enemy. Johnston's cavalry meanwhile had been well out toward our front, and occasional encounters occurred between it and our outposts. On the 1st of April this caval? ry became bold and approached our lines, snowing that an advance of some kind was contemplated. On the 2d Johnston left Corinth in force to attack my army. General Beauregard was next in rank to Johnston, and succeeded to the command, which he retained to the close of the battle and during the subsequent retreat on Corinth, as well as in tbe siege of tbat place. His tactics have been severely criticised by Confederate writers, but I do not believe his fallen chief could have done any better under the circumstances. Some of these critics claim that Shiloh was won when Johnston fell, and that if he had not fallen the army under me would have been annihilated or captured. "Ifs" defeated the Confederates at Shiloh. There is little doubt that wo should have been disgracefully beaten if all the shells and bullets fired by us had passed harm? lessly over the enemy, and if all of theirs had taken effect. GENERAL BRAGG. Among the anecdotes and stories, with which the book is plentiful by interspersed, is the following told at the expense of General Bragg :? I have beard a story in tbe old army very characteristic of Bragg. On one occasion, when stationed at a post of sev? eral companies, commanded by a field officer, be was himself commanding one of the companies, and at tbe same time acting post quartermaster and commissary. He was a first lieutenant at tbe time; but his captain was detached on other duty. As commander of the company he made a requisition upon the quarter? master?himself?-for something he want? ed. As quartermaster he declined to fill tho requisition, and indorsed on the back of it his reason for bo doing. As company commander he responded to this, urging that his requisition called for nothing but what be was entitled to, and that it was the duty of th? quartermaster to fill it. Tbe quarterm. .er still persisted that he .was right. In this condition of affairs Bragg referred tbe whole matter to the commanding officer. The latter, when he saw the nature of the matter referred, exclaimed, ''My God, Mr. Bragg, you have quarrelled with every officer in the army, and now you are quarrelling with yourself." Longstreet was an entirely different man. ^ the SURRENDER OF LEE. Of great value also is the General's recollection of the surrender of Lee :? I found General Lee bad been brought into "ur lines and conducted to a house belonging to a Mr. McLean, and was there with one of bis staff officers wait? ing my arrival. The head of his column was occupying a hill, a portion of which was an apple orchard, across the little valley from the court house. Sheridan's forces were drawn up in line of battle on the crest of the hill on the South side of the same valley. Before stating what took place between General Lee and my? self i will give all there is of the narra? tive of General Lee and the famous apple tree. Wars produce many stories of fiction, some of which are told until they are believed. The war of the rebell? ion was fruitful in the same way. The story of the apple tree is one of those fictions, with a slight foundation of fact. As I have said, there was an apple orchard on the side of the hill occupied by the Confederate forces. Running diagonally ug the hill was a'wagon road which at one point ran very near one of the trees, so that the wheels on that side had cut off the roois of the tree, which made a little embankment. General Babcock reported to me that when .he first met General Lee, he was Bitting upon this embankment, with his feet in the road and leaning against the tree. It was then tbat Loe was conducted into the house where I first met him. I had known General Leo in the old army and had served with him in the Mexican war, but did not suppose, owing to the difference in our ages and rank, that he would probably remember.me, while I would remember him more dis? tinctly because be was the chief engineer on the staff of General Scott in tbe Mex? ican war. When I had left camp that morning I had not expected the result so soon that then was taking place, and consequently was in rough garb, and, I believe, without a sword, as I usually was when on horseback on tbe field, wearing a soldier's blouse for a coat, with shoulder straps of my rank to indicate who I wns to the army. When I went into the house I found General Lee. We greeted each other, and after shaking hands took our seats. What his feelings were I do not know. Being a man of much diguity and with an impenetrable face, it was impossible to say whether he felt inwardly glad that the end had final? ly come, or whether he felt sadly oyer tho result, and was too manly to show it. Whatever his feelings were, they woro entirely concealed from observation; but my own feelings, which had been, quite apparent on tho receipt of his letter, were sad and depressed. I felt like any? thing rather than rejoicing at the down? fall of a foe, that had fought so long and gallantly, and had suffered so much for a cause which I believed to be one of the worst for which a people ever fought, and for which there was not the least pretext. I do not question, however, the sincerity of the great mas3 of those who were opposed to u?. General Lee was dressed in full uniform, entirely new, aud wearing a sword of considerable value, very like likely the sword that had been presented by the State of Vir? ginia ; at all events, it was an entirely different sword from the one that would ordinarily be worn in the field. In my rough travelling auit, which was the uni? form of a private, with the straps of a General, I must have contrasted vory strangely with a man so handsomely dressed, six feet high, and of faultless form. But this was not a matter th&t I thought of until afterward. General Lee and I soon fell into a con? versation about old army times. Ho remarked that he remembered me very well in the old array, and T told him, as a matter of course, I remembered him perfectly, but owing to the difference in years?there being about sixteen years' difference in our ages? and our rank I thought it very likely I had not attracted his attention sufficiently to be remember? ed after such a long period. Our conver? sation grew so pleasant that I almost forgot the object of our meeting. Gen? eral Lee at that time was accompanied by one of his staff officers, a Colonel Marshall. I had all my start with me, a good portion of whom were in the room during the whole of the interview. CRUSHING THE WORM. Sam Jones Thro'tlng the Whiskey Stills. Atlanta Constitution. The greatest temperance rally probably ever seen in the city was that at the opera house last night, under the auspices of the Convention. The house was filled to its utmost ca? pacity and the enthusiasm was high. It was largely due, however, to the remark? able speech which was delivered by the Rev. Sam Jone3, the famous revivalist. His striking originality and his strong powers of expression were brought out into effective play and almost every mo? ment during the hour which he occu? pied :n his remarks he was interrupted by the applause or the laughter or his hearers. Mr. Jones handled whiskey in a way that showed his complete detesta tation of it and his sentiments were made magnetic by the manner of their expression. He said: "I believe liquor is a good thing in its place, and I believe its place is in hell. [Applause.] If I was in hell I might drink it, but so help me God I never will on this earth drink it again." Speaking of the good that could be ac? complished by prohibition and the diffi? culties that stood in the way of obtain? ing it, he said: "The main trouble is with these little politicians. They say it won't do to bring this question into politics. They say it will hurt your party. If your party has got to ride into power on a whiskey barrel, then I say it ought to be hurt. [Applause.] I am a Democrat. I was born a Democrat, but if you make Democracy mean opposition to sumptuary laws and friendship to liquor, then I am anything but a Demo? crat, [Great cheering.] After all, this thing of politics is just a question of the "ins" and "outs." If the Radicals get in four years from now they will adopt the good old Democracy. "Turn the rascals out." [Laughter.] Some fellows say don't mix politics and religion. When you bear a fellow talk that way you may know he hasn't got any religion to mix. [Laughter.] I would mix re? ligion with politics, out not politics with religion. A little religion will help politics. It will make it clean and decent. [Laughter.] We want truth, justice and temperance mixed with poli? tics in this State. [Applause.] I spoke to the Legislature of Tennessee on this subject the other day. They are talking about a constitutional amendment on the liquor question up there. We want this question cleared up beyond the reach of these little cross-roads judges who hop up every now and then and say something is unconstitutional. [Laugh? ter.] We want to do away with such judges and put decent men of brains and character in their places. You can't re? form a Stale with a swill tub for Gover? nor and a lot of old wash tubs sitting on the bench. [Applause and laughter.] You can't reform a State until you send good men to the Legislature. Some men come to every Legislature that meets in Georgia that ain't fit to go to the chain gang. [Great laughter and applause.] An old skunk of a thing staggering around on both sides of the streets at once is a beautiful representative." [Laughter.] There is not a purer, nobler man in Georgia than your Gover? nor. [Cheers.] There are no better men ? in Georgia than your Supreme Court Judges [Applause.] I told them in Tennessee, the other day, that you had for a Chief Justice in Georgia a man who would sit up all night talking to a penitent at the altar. Georgia is all right at the top and at the bottom. We want to get all right in the middle, [ap? plause,] and if you refuse to help sup? press the infamous wrong that is being done by whiskey, you are rotten your? self. [Laughter.] Some of you here don't know me. I speak plainly. I use words you can understand. Now you can take the Latin word decayed and it won't phase a fellow. If you take the good old Anglo-Saxon word "rotten" you can cut his head off. [Laughter.] You see, I choose my words. [Laughter.] Of course there are always some little spelling book critics sitting around, who will go back on a fellow's grammar. I wouldn't mind being swallowed by a whale, but I would hate to be nibbled to death by minnows. [Laughter and cheers.] You have a hundred counties in Geor? gia where the liquor traffic is crippled. In eighty counties there is prohibition. I say look out for your drug stores. Lookout for your little simlin-headed doctors. [Laughter.] Some of them fill their saddle-bags with liquor and become travelling bar-rooms. [Laugh? ter.] God pity a doctor that will pre? scribe liquor for a man ! I might pre? scribe it for a poor, dying woman, but I would not give it to a man until he was dead. [Applause.] Whiskey is not good for one thing in this world for which there is something else that is bet? ter. [Applause.] If the time ever comes when they say to me, "You'll die if you don't drink whiskey," I will say, "Get ray shroud ready." [Applause.] I mean to die sober. If a fellow gets so low that nothing but liquor will save him, I am ready to preach his funeral. [Applause.] And I have a text that I'll make him hope on. [Laughter.] I didn't mean to talk here more than half an hour. If any of you fellows get tired you know the way home. We wouldn't have missed you if you hadn't come at all. I rejoice to-night that in more than two-thirds of the counties of this State whiskey can't be sold at all. [Applause.] I am glad the Legislature is going to give us a general local option law. [Ap? plause.] If wo don't turn whiskey out of every county in this State at the first election we will try it again. [Cheers.] I had a great trial not long ago. I have been a poor man all my life, and when friends iu Nashville offered me a house, and offered to stand by me and back me up, it was a great temptation; but I looked down here and saw my old moth? er, Georgia. I never loved her so in all my life before. I said: "Brethren, no; I can't take it. Not that I love you less, but I love Georgia more." [Cheers.] When I die I want to die iu Georgia, and before I die I want to see every inch of her soil rid of the curse of whiskey. [Cheers.] I am not mad with the men who sell whiskey. I am not mad with the mm who make it. I am mad with whiskey. [Cheers.] I am mad with demijohns. I am glad they haven't got legs. [Laughter.] Those that have wicker-work around them haven't got legs, but there are plenty of old red-noned demijohns walking around Atlanta. [Laughter.] Ain't you sorry for a poor woman who, every time she goes to church, has to put her tender arm in the hands of an old demijohn? [Laughter.] I put it in this way: The liquor traffic ought to be made so odious that nobody but an infernal scoundrel will sell it and nobody but an infernal fool will drink it. [Cheers.] Separate these liquor dealers from their liquor and they will be all right. The church that will house a man who sells whiskey is a detestable fraud. [Applause.] The church that will bouse a man who rents a bouse to sell liquor in is a hateful hypocrite. [Applause.] Some of these churches in Atlanta are doing just that thing. [Laughter here.] If there is in this vast audience one man or woman who never had a relative or loved one hurt or ruined by whiskey, I want him or her to stand up right now. You have all had a brother, or a son, or a father, or a son-in law, ruined by whiskey. My goodness, these sons-in-law I I'd rather have a boa-constrictor around my neck than to have a drunken son-in-law. [Laughter.] The devil can't do any worse than that. [Laughter.] Some of you old hypocrites that are dilly-dallying with the whiskey question are going to get caught just that way. The devil is going to slip up on you with a drunken son-in-law and I'll bet he will make you a Prohibitionist with a vengeance. [Laughter.] I look around your city and see the barrooms as thick as stars in the heavens. Each one of the three hundred bars in Atlanta represents at least ten confirmed drunkards. Three thousand men in At? lanta across the line and gone to ruin! You can stop it if you want to. There are church members enough in this town to turn out any day and vote liquor out of it. [Cheers.] Yfiix are afraid to do it. You will let some barkeeper with an old rusty pistol cuss and rear around the polls and scare you home. You don't want to have a fuss. [Laughter.] Well, I'll tell you every good man dreads a fuss, but he don't fear anything that walks on the earth. [Cheers.] The church lays hack on tho idea that it must have peace. Old Joshua went out one day and fought all day long. He was crowding the enemy when he looked up and saw the sun going down. He said: "Lord, if you will just give me three or four more hours of sunshine, I'll clean these fellows up off of the face of the earth." And the Lord just made that old sun rack back on the dial, and Joshua won a victory the fame of which has lasted until this day. [Great cheering.] God despises a coward. I had rather die at the mouth of a cannon doiog my duty than to run away from it because I was afraid. God entrusts all the noble causes on this earth to men who are game. [Cheers.] One enthusiastic, brave man in each county in this State can carry prohibi? tion in Georgia. If you haven't got one in your county import one. [Applause.] Talk about high license for whiskey I I'd as soon have high license for small pox. [Laughter.] I don't waut liquor at any price. [Cheers.] If you fatners who have boos who are your pride and your country's hope, will give your en? thusiasm, your money into this cause tbe day will soou come when a mother can kiss her boy ivben he leaves her side in the morning and know tbat he is safe. [Applause.] I want to see the good people of Atlanta go to the polls and work as they did in Cartersville and this blighting curse will be lifted from your fair city." [Long and continued ap plause.] At tbe conclusion of Mr. Jones' speech there were loud calls for Judge George N. Lester. The judge rose ana returned thanks for the compliment, but said tbat little could be added to the speech that had already been delivered. Tbe quiet crowd then adjourned. Two Sorts of Courage. Commodore Garrison was once captain of a steamboat on the Mississippi, and while selling tickets one day happened to rouse the ire of a passionate old man, who drew his pistol, and presenting it at the narrow window, full in the captain's face, fired. The cap snapped. He tried a second time, and again failed. Garrison's own pistol lay within reach, but instead of taking it up, he quietly opened a drawer, took out a box of percussion caps, ana handing it to his would-be murderer said : "Take a new cap; yours don't work well." Tbe furious man stared at him a mo? ment, then burst into a laugh and held out his band. Another kind of courage is exemplified in a story told of a young New York inventor, who, about twenty yeare ago, spent every dollar he was worth in an experiment which, if successful, would introduce, his invention to public notice and insure bis fortune and?what he valued more?his usefulness. It failed. The next morning the daily papers heaped unsparing ridicule on him. Hope for the future seemed vain. He looked around the shabby room, where his wife, a delicate little woman, was preparing breakfast. He was without a penny. He seemed like a fool in his own eyes; all these years of hard work were wasted. If he were out of the way, she could return to her friends. Ho went into his chamber, sat down and buried his face in his bands, with a des? perate resolve to end it all. Then, with a fiery heat passing through his body, ho stood erect. "It shall succeed," he said, shutting bis teeth. His wife was crying over the papers when he went back. "They are very cruel," she said. "They don't understand. I'll make them understand," he replied cheerfully. "It was a fight for six years, he said afterwards. "Poverty and sickness aud contempt followed me. I had nothing > left but the dogged determination that it should succeed." It did succeed. The inventor is now a prosperous aud happy man. "Be sure you're right" ho says to younger men, "then never give up."? Youth's Companion. ? The fame of the Mason Cotton Harvesting Machine has spread far be? yond the limits of this country, and its success is eagerly awaited not only by the cotton planters of America but by cotton cultivators in foreign countries. The Cotton Harvester Company of this city has received a letter from Mr. Fred Lenick, the Secretary of the South Af? rican Exhibition, requesting the company to place one of its harvesters on exliibi- i tion at Port Elizabeth, Cape of Good Hope, in December next, when tho South African Exposition will be opened. Mr. Lenick says that in view of the ex? tension of cotton growing in the colony the Mason machine would be esteemed a very valuable exhibit. The Harvester Company has patents on the harvester for Cape Colony and the Cape of Good Hope.?Netvt and Courier. ? The other day two prisoners stripped stark naked, lathered themselves with soap, and slipped through the bars of the Birmingham, Ala., prison. ? The age at which many marry?the 1 parson-age. TAR AND FEATHERS. Recollection of n Cold Night in a Colorado Camp. Special Corrcipondcnce of Glol'C'Democrat. I was seated in the corridor of a hotel this evening, when a gentleman read aloud to a group of friends a telegraphic account of the tarring and feathering of Roy S. Hathaway, the editor of the To? ledo Sunday Dispatch. I observed that they all laughed and seemed to con? sider the thiDg exquisitely funny.? The fact is, tarring and feathering, as far as sympathy goes, is placed iu a good deal the same category as having a tooth pulled, or falling down on a banana skin. I used to laugh at it myself, but I altered my opinion two years ago last Fall. This change of heart did not come about through my being tarred andfeath 1 ered myself, but through an episode of which I was a spectator. It was in 1882, and took place at a little Colorado min? ing camp called Carbonville. TAR AND FEATHERS IN COLORADO. Carbonville lies just over the conti? nental divide on the Pacific side,in Lake County, about twelve miles from Lead ville as the crow flies. It was a mush? room city, and at that time was in the hectic heyday of its prosperity. ItB business portion was made up largely of saloons and faro banks, and the fact that its population was mainly gentlemen ex? iled for various offenses from Leadville will give an idea of its moral status. One of the very few "respectable" wo? men in the camp was a Mrs. Jake Gory, who ran a little lunch room and restau? rant. She was sweet-faced and sweet tempered, and had an abiding fund of patience, that enabled her to put up with vagaries of one of the worst husbands in the world. We in the camp thought that Jake Gory was absolutely the worst on the face of the earth. He was a drunken, foul mouthed, brutal Scandina? vian, who divided his time between the gambling houses- and worse resorts. At these places ho spent every dollar his wife earned and all he could borrow on her good name. He once went so far as to pawn her furniture down to the cook? ing stove over which she supported him. I mention these things to show that the sequel was not altogether unprovoked. F?R STRIKING A WOMAN. One evening Gory came into the res? taurant drunk and struck his wife sav? agely in the face. He escaped through the back door of the kitchen, and she came in, scared and bleeding, and told the story to some of the boarders. An impromptu indignation meeting was held among the "boys" and it was decided to tar and feather the fellow and run him out of town. The phrase sounded well in the mouth of the man who suggested it, and everybody agreed that it was the correct thing to do. No time was lost. A couple of men ran over to the refining works and got a big iron bucket of pitch, and others pro? cured an old feather tick from a lodging house. Then a committee started out to get Gory. They found him asleep in a saloon and hustled him over to a vacant lot in the rear of some buildings. He was half dazed and confused with drink, and thought the affair was a joke, until the men began to strip off his clothes. Then he fought like a madman?in truth, I be? lieve he was mad with terror. His shirt and underclothes had to be literally torn off of him, and it was a good fifteen minutes' work before he stood, shivering and stark naked in the moonlight. APPLYING THE TAR. I can see him now?his bleared eyes dilated and his shock of yellow hair bristling on his head. Hi? nude body stood out in bold relief against the ground that surrounded him, and the chill, pen? etrating air must have struck the wretch to the bone. At any rate, he crouched down and somebody called out: "Give it to him now !" At the instant the bucket of tar was lifted, and about a gallon thrown wih a swash over his bare shoul? ders. Ho sprang erect at the cold touch of the pitch, and whirled around just in time to receive the rest of it on the head, face and chest. For a moment he stood petrified, the black stuff trickling down his body and legs, and uniting with a great puddle of it on the ground. Then he slowly raised his hands to his eyes and tried .to brush them clear, but as his fingers had receiv? ed a good share of the pitch, he only made matters worse, and dropped his arms again. He did not seem to be able to realize what had happened, and flagged his head blindly from side to side. As he stood thus, one of the men took the upper edge of the tick and inverted it over him. I suppose it was as com? plete a job of the sort as was ever under? taken ; at least, nothing was overlooked to make it a success. Gory looked like nothing human, but some strange species of monster blotched all over with fluffy white. His head seemed about the size and shape of a bushel basket, and fea? tures were obliterated in the general blackness IT WAS A COLD NIGHT. When the work was done he was given fifteen minutes to get out of camp. He was made to understand with difficulty, but was finally started on the trail and the crowd dispersed. Early next morning some miners, going to work, found Gory back of a building lying on the ground aud moaning. The tar had by this time rubbed all over him and partly solidified. As it grew bard it contracted, and every contraction had dragged with it the thousands of micro? scopic hairs with which the body is cov? ered. In places it had broken the skin, and the men who carried him into a shed found blood on their hands. A physi? cian, then located there and now living at Greely, Col., was called iu and at? tempted to remove the stuff with benzine. It was an utter failure, as was everything else he tried, from grease to ammonia. I saw him in the course of the morn? ing. The lower portion of his body was covered with a blanket, but his face was a spectable not easily forgotten. The hard pitch was cracked all over it, like alligator skin, and caked so solidly around one eye it was impossible to re? move it. The other eye was opened, but dreadfully inflamed and suppurating. At places over the surface were sodden splotches of feathers. Business called me away from Carbon? ville for about two weeks, and a few days after I returned Gory died. Meantime mo3t of the tar had been removed by successive washes, but his skin was cov? ered by minute black specks like the shaven chin of a mau who has a heavy beard. They were the choked up pores of the skin, and this was probably the real cause of the death. A short time after the punishment he had been taken with a raging fever, and then symptoms of a singular blood disorder set in. The bkin over the chest, neck, cheeks and out? side of the arms rose in hard ridges, totally devoid of feeling. These rapidly sloughed off, leaving open ulcers. I shall not enlarge upon these details, which would only perhaps interest a medical man, further than to say that the symp? toms were in all save one reBpect identi cal with leprosy. This sole difference was the frightful rapidity of their devel? opment. The distorted remains were hurried into a coffin and hurried into the ground. the cause of death. A wise physician of Denver told mo afterward that this closing up of the pores prevented the system from throwing off its impurities, and when the poison that every instant escapes in perspiration is held back or driven inward the blood is vitiated with inconceivable swiftness. He took down a book and showed me a case quoted from a French government report of 1862, where the college of surgeons, as an experiment, covered a boy with gold leaf. In six hours he was seized with a fever, then a torpor, and then died. The principle, ho said, was identical. A man could no more live with his pores closed than be could with his mouth and nostrils hermetically seal? ed, and if any considerable number were stopped up blood disorders of the most dreadful character were absolutely certain to ensue. I had seen enough, however, without the aid of science or history, to tell mo that covering a man with tar was one of the most horrible punishments that cru? elty has ever devised. I have no impulse to laugh when I hear of a case of it, but rather to walk away with a picture float? ing before my eyes of a hideously grotesque figure shivering in the cold night air and a bloated corpse in a rough pine coffin. John Bex. Fast Trains, Three of the oldest and most compe? tent engineers to whom was committed the running of the fast trains, not long since asked relief at the hands of the Superintendent of the road. They had found that the mental and nervous strain which came upon them while urging their locomotives at this high rate of speed was so great that they found them? selves unable to bear it. One of these men, an acquaintance of our informant, was a few months before a stalwart man, with a nervous organization which seem? ed capable of bearing anything that could be put upon it. He now had rown thin and haggard, while his rawny hand was trembling as if an in? cipient palsy had stricken him. He had been compelled to say to the manage? ment : "You must give me a slow freight train upon which I can have an opportu? nity to recover myself, or I shall be com? pelled to resign my position in order to save my health, and even my life." To these men, the excitement, coupled with responsibility, great enough at ordinary times, becomes simply unbearable when their engine was rushing over the rails at a speed of fifty or sixty miles an hour. These men were trained men, schooled to calmness and alertness combined, and had years of experience, but this excess? ive demand was too much for them. There is something pathetic in this statement. It is well known that the relatve cost of running a railroad train at a high speed is vastly more than run? ning the same train at a lower rate, and the wear and tear of locomotive, rail and road-bed are so much greater, but we do not remember to have seen any facts ex? hibited as to the enhanced loss of nerve and vital power taken from the men who control these material forces. That does not, as far as wo know, ever appear in any annual report of the directors of a railroad. Possibly it has never been taken into the accouut or had a thought. The passenger sits calmly enjoying the gentle sway or the glide as the telegraph poles Hit by him, and steps from the car with an exultant remark about the less than two hours between the cities nearly a hundred miles apart, but gives never a thought to the man in front who, with strained eye, and hand on the lever, was all the time giving literally, moment by moment, a part of his life for those whose safety depended upon the touch of his hand upon the polished bar.?Chris? tian Union. Woman's Strength. The strength of women lies in their hearts. It shows itself in their strong love and instinctive perception of right and wrong. Intellectual courage is rare? ly one of their virtues. As a rule they are inclined to be restless and excitable, allowing their judgment to be swayed by quick emotions of all kinds; but above all, it is in their hopefulness and endu? rance that they find their chief powers. Who is the last person to give up hope in the case of a member of the family who has apparently gone altogether to tho bad? What mother or sister with deep and ardent love for such, will eyer cease to cherish hope or endure suffering on their account? The patience of women is proverbial, and their whole lives are bound up in their affections. Few people will deny that love, intone form or another, makes up the beauty of life of a woman. It enters into all she does. Any work outside of her immedi? ate circle is undertaken, most often, from a pure desire to help some one else to know something of the mysterious hap? piness of love. Unlike men, v amen chiefly look for personal intercourse with those for whom they are working. If their interest lies among the poor, they are desirou3 of sympathetic personal ac? quaintance with them, aud very little work of a lasting kind has been done by women without their own influence of love being brought to bear on the indi? vidual case. ? The Abbeville Press and Banner says: "The work of harvesting the crops has been commenced, and the oat crop, though exceedingly small, is much better than our farmers at one time thought it would be. Wheat is good enough. Corn is as good as possible, and the area is much larger than usual. There never was a year when more labor or energy was expended on the farm? than this year, and there never was a time when the prospect was more encour? aging." ? A couple of Mormon elders recent? ly appeared in Polk County, N. C, and began to hold meetings. They were waited upon by about twenty-five citizens who invited them to leave the country, and gave them some not very gentle hints a3 to tho treatment they might expect in case they should choo30 to remain. The elders chose the safer alternative and departed. ? Among the Buddhists the popular explanation of earthquakes is as follows Once a great man dared to say in public that he wi.; not afraid of the power of tho gods. The gods held a convention, and decided to make the man hold up tho universe. Naturally be gets tired, and shifting his burden from one shoulder to the other cracks the earth. ? The little town of Lafayette; Cham? bers County, Ala., is taking on airs, say3 the Columbus (Ga.) Enquirer. A horn is blown at 6 o'clock in the afternoon as a signal for the closing of stores, and a few minutes thereafter scarcely a soul is seen on the streets. Tho boys play base ball from 6 o'clock until dark. ? Avoid temptation, you may flOt ' withstand it,