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BY E. B. MURRAY & CO. ANDERSON, S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 20, 1836. VOLUME XXL- -NO.-45. T^?he}i$' Column. G. CLINKSCALES, Editob. We give below a problem which the teachers may show to their pupils: Oat of the ten digits, 0,1, 2, 3,4, 5,6,7,8,9, how many integral numbers,"each con? sisting of two figures, can be formed ? The teachers of the Townville School had their examination a week earlier than they anticipated, Mr. Thornton be? ing called to leave the school for a few weeks. Messrs. Boleman and Thornton, having had a flourishing school this year, we are sure their well-advanced classes stood a very creditable examination. We are sorry that our circumstances would not permit us to be with them on that day. We heard, however, that it was well attended by the patrons of the school. _ The people of the State have at last realized the worth of education for the masses. Both Rich Hill and Westminis . ter are building public school houses, to cost $2,000 each, and last week Green? ville elected a Board of Directors for a free-school system in that city. We are gradually laying aside all our old preju? dices.?Carolina Spartan. EEADIHG AS HOTO A DAT. There was a lad who, at 14, was an ap? prentice to a soap-boiler. One of his resolutions was to read an hour a day, or at that rate; and he timed himself by an old silver watch-, left him by his uncle. He stayed seven years with his master; and, when he was 21, he knew as much as the young squire. Now, let us see how much time he had to read in seven years, at the rate of one hour each day. It would be 2,555 hours, which, at the rate of eight hours per day, would be equal to forty-five weeks, or eleven months?nearly a year's read? ing. That time spent in treasuring up useful knowledge would pile up a very large store. I am sure it is w^rth trying for. Begin now. Do what yon can. In after years yon will look back upon the task as the most pleasant and profitable you ever performed.?Naiad. WHY! " "Ohl I hate Latin I Why need I study Latin?" " That is a fair question, "Why ?" There ought to be a reason why Latin is studied; there must be a reason why time and labor are expended on this lan? guage; and there is a reason. This study gives the mind strength; and more, it aids one to understand English ; for you must remember that the English language is made up of other languages. A study of Latin helps to strengthen both the memory and the judgment in a wonderful way. This fact leads teachers to recommend it; and parents who want their children to have well trained minds insist on their studying it. John Adams, the second President of the United States, used to tell this inter? esting story of bis early experience in studying Latin: When I was boy, I had to study the Latin grammar; but I was |dull, and I hated it. My father was anxious to send me to college; and therefore I studied the grammar till I could bear it no longer; and, going to my father, I told him I did not like the study, and asked for some other employment. It was opposing his wishes, and he was quick in his answer: "Well, John, if Latin grammar does not suit you, you may try ditching; perhaps that will! -My meadow yonder needs a ditch, and you may put by Latin, and try that." This seemed a delightful change, and to the meadow I went. But I soon found ditching harder than Latin; and the first forenoon was the hardest I ever experi? enced. That day I ate the bread of labor, and glad was I when night came on. That night I made some comparison between Latin grammar aud ditching, but said not a word about it. I dug next forenoon, and wanted to return to Latin at dinner; but it was humiliating, and I could not do it. At night, toil con? quered pride; and, though it was one of the severest trials I ever had in my life, I told my father that, if he chose, I would go back to Latin grammar. Latin grammar, hard and dry as it -was, made him President of the United States.?Exchange. BEADING. Not long ago the writer was asked how he wished reading taught.- The question was proposed by a young teacher who had just been appointed to take charge of a primary class. The answer was that all the rules for reading were to be joined Into one. Viz: "Read as you talk." Require just as much thinking on the part of the pupils in the reading class as in any other. Too much thoughtless reading is done in our schools. This is often caused by the teacher. Many teachers correct errors in reading by first reading a sentence right, after which they call on the pupil to read the sen? tence as he has heard it read. The pupil then reads, and, no doubt, reads it right, but he has done no thinking; he has simply imitated or aped hia teacher, and, of course, he learns nothing by such aping except io the sense that a parrot learns. Because a parrot can be taught to say "Polly want a cracker," we must not conclude that he is any nearer a hu? man being; for he is no nearer than the crow which flies through the air with his "Caw-Caw." So with the child who is taught by the parrot methods. He is not helped any nor is he brought any nearer the development required by his Creator. Did you ever think, young teachers, what the work is that you are doing? Some one has beautifully said : "What considerate man can enter a school, and not reflect with awe that it is a seminary where immortal minds are traiuing for eternity." We do not agree with some teachers that it is the much reading that is the best. We think more of the quality than of the quantity of the reading. We liave heard very interesting reading lessons in which the pupils were called on to read less than a dozen words. More thinking, however, was required than is often called for in a dozen pages. Let us sup? pose we have a class before us. We write the word "sir" on the blackboard, and ask the pupils to read it, which they do in an ordinary tone of voice. We look at them, and say: "Class." "Sir" say they, when we repeat with slight emphasis: "Class." "Sir," is repeated by the class. Again we say: "Class," when they repeat: "Sie." In a haughty manner we say: "Get out of my way," when the class, in a tone of contempt, read: "Sir!" Next we write the word "What" on the board, and again say: "Class." "What," answers the class. "Class," by us; "What," by the class. "Class," with a 'Cross tone, by us; "Who-at," is answered in the same tone, with no hint from the teacher. "May Rash has.run away with John Badsome," we say, and at once the class answers: "W-h-A-t!" Everything so far has been read right; because the children have the thought, and nature has taken its course. Next we write: "I can hear a gun." The pupils are told to read it. They do in in a conversational tone. We then ask: "Who can hear a gun 1" when the sen? tence is read, "Jean hear a gun." "No, you cannot hear a gun," we answer; when the sentence is read. "I can hear a gun." "Oh, no," we say, "you can see a gun"; when the sentence is read, "I can hear a gun." "You can hear a drum," by us. "I can hear a gun" by the class. Now we ask : "Who can use the same words and ask a question with them? George may do so." George reads: "Can I hear a gun ?" George has never learned the rule, "Direct questions that can be answered by yes or no, require the rising inflection." Still he makes no mistake in his inflections. "Good," we say, and write George's sentence and place a period after it. At once up go all the hands, and we ask: "Why, what is the trouble ?" "0, you have put a period where there should be a question mark," they all cry, and perhaps some of them raise right out of their seats, and do you believe it, my dear reader, we do not think to give them a disorder mark, and, strange to say, the roof does not fall because we have thoughtlessly (?) worked in a little language lesson during the reading period!! When quiet is re? stored, we write the question mark in place of the period, and ask, "Who can read the sentence so that we will know who it is that desires to hear the gun?" Mary is named and at once reads: "Can /hear the gun ?" "Good," we say, "and now who can read it so that we will know what the questioner wishes to hear?" John is called and reads: "Can I hear the gun?" So we continue the exercise, and at its close, which is a little before the pupils wish it, all are full of animation, and we feel that it was no such lesson that suggested to Edmund Burke the following lines written by him : "To read without reflecting, Is like eating without digesting." ? Wm. M. Griffin, A. M.. in Practical Teacher. A Tornado In Missouri. Kansas City, Mo., May 12.?A fear? ful storm of wind and rain swept over this city to-day, continuing from II o'clock till noon. The court house on Second street was totally demolished above the second story. The Lathrop school building on Eighth street was partially wrecked and many children caught in the ruins. An overall factory on Second street was blown down. The old waf * works building near the court house was blown down. At the Western Union telegraph office but one wire is working out of the city. .Communica? tion has been established with St. Louis over that wire by way of Dallas, Galves ton, New Orleans and Memphis. One span at the North end of the railroad bridge across tbe Missouri River was blown into the river, blocking the Han? nibal and St. Joseph, Rock Island, Wa bash and Kansas City, St. Joe and Coun? cil Bluffs Roads. Eight girls have been taken out of the overall factory, four of whom are dead ; many others are in the ruins, but there is scarcely a hope for their lives. In tbe confusion it is im? possible to ascertain definitely the extent of the calamity, but it is said that over twenty employees are imprisoned in the basement of the factory. The disastrous fury of the storm was confined to the North eud of the city except in the de? struction of the Lathrope school build? ing on Eighth street. The buildings generally excepting those mentioned withstood the fury of the storm. At 3 p. m., as nearly as can be learned amid tho intense excitement and confu? sion, about twenty persons are known to be dead. At the Lathrope school eleven children are reported dead. Of the four buildings wrecked all were more or less unsound. The school building has been twice condemned and the court house by many was considered unsafe. No one killed except in these four houses. The storm, although entailing such heavy loss of life, was nothing of the nature of the tornado that visited the city three years ago. It was a violent wind, accompanied by a flood of water and heavy hail, which turned many streets into rivers. Signs, shutters, chimneys, etc., were blown with the gale and a number of vehicles were overturned in the streets. The black clouds that rolled over the city created almost the darkness of night and made timid ones crouch in terror in cellars. Tbe streets were entirely de? serted, and in some instances horses were seen wandering about attached to ve? hicles and seeking refuge from the pelt? ing storm. ? "Isn't my photograph excellent? =uid a young wife to her husband, "Well, my dear," replied he, "I think that there is a little too much repose about the mouth." ? Mr. Wbiltier is said to have lent a work of Plato to a Connecticut farmer, who returned it, saying: "I like him first-rate. I sec he's got hold of some of my ideas." ? A yonng gentleman at Kansas City sent seventy-live cents to New York, for a method of writing without pen or ink. He received the following inscription on a card: "Write with a pencil." BILL ART. Mr. Arn Visits Atlanta and Sees the Ex Fresldant and Hears tho Rebel Yell. Atlanta Constitution. We are even now and a little ahead. There's nobody hurl on our side, and I hope we haven't trod on anybody's toes. Our brethren up North have had many a jubilee at our expense, and we looked on with a sad good will and said nothing. In fact, some of our people joined them in paying tribute to their heroes. I couldent do that. I reckon I lacked philosophy or policy or something. When a rooster fights aud gets whipped and has to run, he is not going to crow for the bird that whipped him, but if he crows at all he will get over the fence and flap his wings and crow for himself on the sly. Just after the war our people were terribly hacked, and went about whispering and wondering what was to come next. We were a used up commu? nity for we had fought out of vittles and clothes and everything, and had nothing to get nothing with. Our land was deso? late, our women were sad and our chil? dren hungry, and the prospect before us was gloomy, indeed. Confiscation and expatriation and foul domination brood? ed over us, and so one day when I couldn't stand it any longer, I ventured to crow and wrote a letter of defiance to Artemus Ward, aod told him I was just obliged to say something or bust. Well, I felt better after I had given them fellows a piece of my mind, and just so the South feels better now that she has had her jubilee, and I think we will all behave ourselves, and be calm and serene for the next five years. We just wanted a chance to flap our wings and crow once more, and we have done it. The sight of Jeff Davis was enough to make an old rebel crow, and the sight of Miss Winnie enough to make all the young rebels crow, and so we all crowed together. I thought that our old boys had forgotten the rebel yell, but they haven't. I never saw as many big mouths open at one time in my life as I saw iu Atlanta. Dr. Hillyer told me that the Southern boys bad bigger windpipes than the Northerners, and they learned to yell from hollering at the dogs when they were hunting coons and possums. Maybe so. But I do know that they can make an awful fuss when they aro ex? cited. These demonstrations come so sudden? ly upon us th'4: nobody had time to think about what would be a becoming beha? vior for a subjugated people, and so they just let the spirit move them. When we heard that Mr. Davis had consented to go to Montgomery, we thought that there would be nothing unusual and that the old rebs would weep a little as they took him by the hand, or looked upon his noble, patriotic face, but nobody anticipated such an ovation, such a love feast, such a campmeeting revival. It swelled and expounded all along the line and filled the air and enthused the people everywhere, and by the time it got to Atlanta the magnetism was irre? sistible, and I say now with all sincerity that if our worst enemies at the North had been there they would have caught the wild enthusiasm that was in the atmosphere and opened one side of their mouths if not the other. I wish that Whitelaw Reid and Murat Halstead had been '.here. The patriotic scene would have made Christians of them for that day certain. Sometimes when I read the lies iu their papers I wish that I was away off on an uninhabited island with them one at a time. I would reason and preach and exhort with him about bis sins and his slanders and his unbelief for about two hours, and then if be diden't recant and repent I would, as a last resort, maul the grace into his unbeliev? ing soul and send him home a reformed man. The love of country that dwells in the hearts of a homogeneous people is a beautiful and wonderful thing. It is to be nourished and encouraged and never scorned. It is founded upon the love of home, its sacredness, its shelter and its charms. I wish everybody had a home, not simply a habitation, but a home. I belive that it would be the strongest safe-guard of liberty aud the bulwark of law and justice in the land. "This is my home, my fortress, my castle," would be the talisman that would make patri? ots. But when a poor man is knocked about from place to place and his humble wife has no flowers or vines or fruits that she can call her own, and the life of the family is but one monotonous struggle from day to day and year to year to get bread and meat and clothing, how can we expect them to feel an interest in our country or its laws. The government has done a great wrong to our people. There were lands, millions of acres, that would have been homes for the millions, but they have been squandered. They have enriched people already rich, and even foreigners, yes foreign nobility, have been permitted to buy up millions of acres in the West and now they hold them for speculation. General Longstreet was an actor in the great drama that has just passed. With pride and gratification our people looked upon the old veterau as he sat like a martial chieftain upon his horse. I heard many an old soldier say : "God bless him ; I wish I could take him by the hand." 1 have never ceased lo hon? or and to love him. We thought he had left us, but no?his heart was all the while with his people, and it is with them now. The watery glisten was in his eye when I met him at the Markham, and he said : "This day has renewed my youth for a season, and I feel well?exceedingly well." Well, I dout want to read anything now about our jubilee unless a friendly pen has written it. I want to feel calm and serene. Why, even our negroes had to exult and shout, and wave their hats and handkerchiefs. They know who are the friends. They dident know?that is, they dident feel sure?hut they do now and are happy. I was amused, the other day, at an old dingy darkey, who drove me from Abbeville In Due West, in South Carolina. T encouraged him to talk and he talked: He said it took him about ten years to find out that them yankecs was fool in' him about them forty acres of land and dat mule, and dat ever since den he had looked to de white folks for friendship. "No, sir," said he, "I tell you what, boss, I will take a white man before a yankee eberytime." He complimented the drummers that perambulated the couniryj and *aid he drove 'era about and about so much be could tell whar they come from without axing. Said he, Boss, if a drum? mer come from away up yander he hardly ever give me a dime?most generally a nickle. I save one from gettin drowned one time when the creek was up and the buggy turn over and he give me a quarter. But dese here drummers from Souf Cal lina and Georgy dey always gives me a quarter and sometimes a half a dollar. Boss you is from Georgy, ain't you ? The old rat knew very well I was and was feeding me on taffy. But he was mistak? en about some of the Northern drummers, for that very day three very nice and manly drummers introduced themselves to me on the car and said they had read about the poor boy at Fairburn who wanted a roller chair, and so they handed me three dollars for a start. That was oOod, wasent it ? One of them was from Cincinnati, and one from South Carolina, and one from Georgia. Wheu I got home I found five dollars there from a good man in Atlanta. I never felt more loving to a stra?g?r^anJdid to that Northern gentleman who escorted IhaTpooT-wmr"1 to Dr. Calhoun's office in Atlanta that the Constitution told about. He was one of nature's noblemen, I don't care where he lived. And now the next big thing on hand is to make a governor, and I find myself in my usual dilemma. I wish all three of the candidates could have the office, and seme of the dark horses too. I fear there is going to be a bitter contest that will alienate friends, and leave a sting behind. Paul said he wouldent eat meat if it offended a brother, and Sam Jones quit chewing tobacco to please the Chi? cago women ; and just so I wouldent run for Governor if it was going to get up fussing and fighting among friends. Gentlemen, one and all, let us resolve to attend to our business in a kind and considerate way and bring no shame upon our State or ourselves. Bill Ar p. Do Animals Think ? A great deal has been written to show that animals think and reason, just as man does, though in a lower degree. Perhaps some of our readers may notice things in animals which show that they have a great deal of intelligence, even if they do not reason. Mr. Paul Brocca, the French author, devoted much atten? tion to this subject. It has been said of animals, writes Mr. Brocca, that their actions are mechanical and without method. This may be true of domestic pets, who are influenced almost entirely by the human being, around them, but does not the beaver change his plans, acting now aa builder, now as miner according to circumstances? Besid/s this, every one knows that the bee fre? quently substitutes pentagonal, or five side, for hexagonal, or six-sided cells, and that alteration in the work is made only when necessary. It has also been said that animals do not reason. What then is done by the foxes, which in Thrace are driven on to the ice to test its strength ? These animals step carefully and lightly, with their heads inclined, and suddenly directly they discover by tbe sound of the ice cracking that it is not safe to proceed farther. A dog, which, in following a scent, arrives at a cross road is seen to stop, consider for a moment, then plunge along one of the roads, sniffing cautiously, turn back and try another road in the same manner, and finally dart unhesitatingly down the third. It is evident that his logic tells him that as his prey has not taken one of the first two roads examined, it must necessarily have taken the third road, so he does not waste time in further inves? tigation. That this is not mere instinct is shown by the fact that a dog sometimes makes a mistake in such a case, and that when the fact becomes evident he slinks out of sight of tbe hunters, looking a picture of shame and humiliation. Foresight is a quality the possession of which no one will deny to ants and bees, and the former certainly have a sense of compassion. This is displayed in the tender care bestowed on the wounded during the terrible battles fought be? tween different tribes of ants. The suffering and helpless ones are not left to perish, but are carried off the battle? field by a regular "ambulance." No one doubts the existence of memory in ani? mals, and as to ambition, is it necessary to recount the pitched battles which take place in bee hives between the different candidates for royalty? How can one pretend that man only has the gift of language! Ho must be blind indeed who does not see that all animals have some means of communication with each other. To give only one example: there is no possible doubt that ants make themselves understood by their fellows, by means of the touch of their delicate, sensitive antena? or feelers. Before the war a council is held, and messengers hurry about. Scouts or spies are sent out, and the attack is hastened or post? poned, according to their reports. All this could not be done without a very complete method of communication, for the giving and receiving of orders, etc. Moreover, if animals had no language, how could they teach their young? That they do teach them is evident from the fact of young foxe3 in countries where the animals are hunted being infinitely more wary than full grown ones in other lands! How else are we to account for this than by saying the parent foxes tell their children of the danger, and how to avoid it??American Agriculturist. ? The New York World notes that General Longstreet, althought a good Republican since the war, took part in the Atlanta ovation to Jefferson Davis last Week in full Confederate uniform. His reconciliation with Mr. Davis was complete and cordial. Negro field hands saluted the train bearing the ex-Confed? erate Chieftain as he swept from Mont? gomery to Atlanta, and whito militia companies marched behind negro hands in doing honor to the old gentleman. "Wc arc a long distance from 18G1, af.er all." A Plain Talk About Girls. A busy, bustling, fussy woman, that stirs around in a very energetic aud dis? orderly way, from morning until night, is not a most admirable companion, or neighbor. Nor is that one altogether lovely, that has house-cleaning on the brain, and whose soul is weighed down if their is a speck of dust on tho furniture, or a book or paper out of place. Such women have only one idea, or frequently no idea. They fall far short of the ideal woman. Bnt it ia not my purpose, at this busy season of the year, to write about these two classes. They can goon with their unnecessary rubbing and scrubbing, and scolding and dusting, and if husbands and brothers can stand it, or dodge it, all right. There is another class whose lot is to be pitied. They have nothing to do, and if chance should demand work at their hands, they could not do it for want of training and experi* ence. Some women are born lazy, others acquire it, while many have it thrust on them. It is the latter class I shall speak a few words to this week. They are found in town and country, in the homes of the rich and the poor. They are taught by fond and foolish parents that they are a little too good for ordinary household work, and often the mother self-reliant and conscious of her own Prower, distrusts the ability of her daugh? ters. " She ciiidders them "good for noth? ings" and does not perurit-them to have that training that develops the "hand 25. well as the mind. If girls with such training become negligent and permit dirt and disorder to rule in wardrobe, par? lor and kitchen, they may be said to have laziness thrust upon them. It is well said that boys from twelve to twenty years old, who having nothing to do, are the successful candidates for the Mayor's Courts, prisons and penitentiaries. When a young man says he has nothing to do for five or six months in the year, he admits that he is lazy and worthless, or else vicious and degraded. In this world, where life and action and eternal motion prevail, a man with nothing to do, and who would do no work if it was offered to him, is ready to walk in every evil way. Not so, however, with the girls. Home and society throw certain restraints around them which prevent them from becoming very bad. But while they are not exposed to the same dangers that threaten their brother, they have no "primrose path" to tread. Without reg? ular and methodical work, girls never learn to be neat and attractive in person. They may look well enough on dress parade and Bbow up all right at ball or party ; but if you could only get a peep into their rooms at morning, noon or night, you would find dirt; disorder pre? vailing. I know this is the case in some rooms, for have I not seem them ? Such girls grow up devoid of strength and character. In fact many of them are without character; neither good nor bad, ready to go along with the multitude in this direction to-day; in another, to morrow They sleep late, because there is no reason why they should get up; they dawdle through the morning hours in a listless way. Now they are not much to blame for this. Their training, or rather want of il, has been such as to produce this very result. There is a very common opinion prevailing, that there is no field for our girls to labor in. The avocations now open to women, de? mand very few. The multitude have to look to home life for work, study, the development of character and habits of industry. Wise is the mother who can make ample provision for the training of her daughter so that she can prepare a good meal if necessary, or do shopping in a business way, or clean the house from cellar to garret. While all this work is going on, let the mind keep pace with the body. As the arm becomes strong and the fingers deft, let the girls have books and papers. Let there be a school in each home, so that they may know something and be somebody. All education is not obtained in the school room, however good the training there maybe. The girl who studies well and is considered a fine pupil, will be educated only on one aide, if she does not have her school work supplemented by that training and development which can only be secured at home. They are comple? ments of each other. On the other hand the girl brought up at home and not per? mitted to mingle in school and social gathering with her neighbors, however much she may know, is ouly half educat? ed. Then let mothers trust their daugh? ters and give them work suitable to their years. Even if a servant is hired for certain duties, a little methodical work, rigorously required, will help to develop the independence and womanhood of our girls. Teach them to do things. You may expect blunders and many of them, just as you made when young. Encour? age them to habits of iudustry and clean? liness and they will be more contented with home life. Fermit them to have hours for study and conversation on 1 subjects read, and arouse them to think? ing and having opinions of their own. Then instead of lazy, un-tidy girls, we will have systematic, industrious capable women with well trained hands, hearts and minds.?From the Spartanburg Spar? tan. Shall wc Let tho Negro Go? Washington-, May 12.?Southern and Western Congressmen are constantly receiving petitions from their constituents praying for the passage of a bill appro? priating not exceeding $100 per capita, to be expended under direction of the American Colonization Society, in paying the expenses of colored persons desiring to emigrate to Liberia and the providing there of six months' shelter and support of said emigrants and their families Senator Brown but recently presented a petition representing 117 families residing in Whitefield, Ga. The average number of each family is five, thus establishing at once .1 colony of 585 persons. There is but small prospect of a hi'! for this purpose passing Congress during the present session, although there is a growing sentiment in behalf of granting (ho request of these petitioners. ?.Dispatch In the New- tint f'onrh'r. ? If, is thought thai this year will sr-o ?1,000 miles of new railroad built. THE FIGHT WITH STONES. A Federal Soldier's Story of the Second Battle of Mantissas. Suddenly the cannonading over our heads from the Union guns ceased, and we were ordered to move on at double quick. Bounding over the fence into the clear ground we were halted again for the line to get straightened, and for the first time I discovered the object of our attack, and laughed outright at what seemed a comical sight. At a distance of thirty or forty rods from me was a railroad grade, perhaps a dozen feet high on our side, at the highest point, and at the top of that grade was an incessant kaleidoscopic popping up of slouch hats and muskets, the latter of which were all successively withdrawn as fast as din charged. It did not seem possible that any of us could be hit by such firing as that, and altogether looked ridiculous. My first perception of its being otherwise was in looking along the line aud seeing a blue blouse fall forward or backward to the ground, or reel and stagger from the rank. By that time we were once more in motion, and I experienced what is probably the purely animal sensation of ?bloodthirstiness. Loading and firing a9 we ran toward the embankment, I suc? cessively shouted, screamed, laughed, swore, stamped and whooped, although commonly one of the most quiet and undemonstrative of youths. To see one . of my comrades fall made me a3 angry at him as at the enemy, for he seemed to be deserting us at the very point where his assistance was needed. Before we reached the railroad grade, we had to face grape and canister as well as mus? ketry; but three of us arrived there to? gether. Farther back the field was strewn with wounded men and corpses, and along the "railroad cut," at our left, the men of Porter's corps were contend? ing desperately with their almost invisi? ble, though deadly, foe. THE INFERNAL REGIONS BROKEN LOOSE, My backward glance which revealed these things was taken in the hope of discovering the approach of our follow? ing lines, but they were still in the woods behind. Tbe sight of the demolished regiments in their front caused the second line to hesitate, and in the mean? time the few of us who had reached the grade crawled to near the top of it and loaded as we lay close to its side, lifting our pieces above our beads and firing over the embankment as well as we could without special aim. Then came the charge of our second line toward us, and it seemed as though the infernal regions had broken loose. The noise was bo tremendous that we could not hear our own voices. Of course our troops were repulsed to the woods again, where they stopped and commenced firing at the enemy, who were only separated from ourselves by a few feet of broken rock and earth. Still, my companions and myself stayed on tbe embankment, partly because it wa3 most dangerous to recross the field, and partly in the hope that another line would soon get up to us. Our ammunition failed, and we lay with our backs against the embankment, as near tbe top as we dared venture, throwing large stones over our heads backwark as forcibly as we could among the enemy. I can not now tell which side began this method of fighting, but I remember distinctly that we very soon got the worst of it. The big jagged pieces of blasted rock kept falling about us, and some of them took effect, to our sorrow. I was myself hit three times, as I find by a letter written to my parents a few days afterward. But our side of the fight there was conducted under most terrible disadvantages. Bullets from our own troops in the woods were striking around us, and both my immediate companions were soon fatally wounded from that di? rection. My own haversack and canteen were destroyed by a fragment of shell and a bullet respectively, and looking along the side of the embankment, in both directions, I could see no active participant in the fight. The men of the First Louisiana were invisible to us, aod they had no means of knowing that the force opposed to them consisted of one man not seriously wounded, with perhaps a dozen others so sorely struck that none of them could have aimed a musket or thrown a missile to accomplish any object. PERSONAL INTERVIEW WITH THE FOE. The groaus and complaints of my wounded friends at the fall of stones upon them finally decided my action, and I concluded to stop that danger and an? noyance to them by a personal interview with the gentlemen on the other side of the work. My appearance at the time could not have been prepossessing. Grimed with dirt and powder, and wear? ing neither hat nor shirt?I had given the latter garment to a wounded comrade from whom I had cut his own in order to examine his hurt?my blouse was insuffi? cient to hide the deshabille entirely. By way of introduction, however, 1 lifted the butt of my musket into the air, pitched it forward on to the top of the grade, and presently, drawing an anx? iously long breath, followed my piece. I looked down from the top upon the bayouets and into the muzzles of the muskets of Company E, Montgomery guards, of the First Louisiana. Tbe noise of the battle was still so great that they could not hear my request to be allowed to jump down among them, but after an apparently interminable instant or two, they understood my 9igns, made an opening in the line of bayonet points, and received me with honor and welcome. The occasion not being adapted for extensive exchanges of the civilities of social life, I was ordered to step down into the ditch, out of the way. Here were a few Confederate soldiers, woun? ded about the head and arms, for whose comfort I did what I could while the battle progressed. Stonewall Jackson rode along the lino close to us, and the cheering "Montgomery Guards" lifted me into their ranks for a view of "the greatest general of the world," as they called him. But with Jackson came the order to move forward, and T, :i>: a prisoner, was sent with a guard to a ren? dezvous on Cross' farm, a mile or two more to the rear. On returning to my regiment a few months subsequently, after being ex? changed, I found myself advanced from a junior corporal to orderly sergeant, with a second lieutenant's commission in the course of preparation for me. The cap? tain had been killed, the first lieutenant disabled and all the sergeants and cor? porals in the battle, down to myself, killed or injured for lifo. On the day after the battle my company mustered one officer and four men for duty out of nearly fifty present two days previously. ?T. W. Haight in Yenoniae's News. North Carolina Laying Claim to South Carolina Territory. Captain S. B. Alexander of Charlotte, North Carolina, was one of the visitors ;. at the Secretary of State's office yester? day. He was examining various mapB and surveys with a view to ascertaining some thing about the boundary line be? tween Mecklenburg County in North Carolina and portions of York and Lan? caster Counf'es iu Sauth Carolina. The fact is known that the Old North State has for a long time had her eye on some of the desirable territory of South Carolina, and recently she has been tak? ing steps towards asserting her claims to portions of York and Lancaster Counties. North Carolina has from time immemorial claimed that the boundary line was inaccurate and that South Caro? lina was in possession of territory that rightfully belonged to North Carolina. This claim, ou the part of North Carolina dates away back, and is the only ground upon which North Carolina has claimed Andrew Jackson as having been born on her soil. Old Hickory., it is true, was born near the disputed line,-but he was born just far enough over in South Caro? lina lo keep from being a Tar Heel. It is probably with a view of robbing South Carolina of this honor that North Caro? lina has got this territorial aggrandize? ment into her head. All this aside, however, the fact is that the territory claimed by North Carolina is no small slice of our territory. If we mistake not, it embraces the whole of Fort Mill Township in York County?a large, fer? tile and prosperous section, lying on the East side of the Catawba River and wat? ered by Steel and Sugar Creeks and their tributaries. North Carolina doubtless wants to scoop in all the South Carolina territory lying on that side of the river f.nd is bent on making the river the North Carolina boundary as far down as the confluence of Sugar Creek and the Catawba, several miles below the bridge of the Charlotte, Columbia and Augusta Railroad beyond Rock Hill. Captain Alexander, who was in our city yesterday examining into this matter was recently appointed by Governor Scales of North Carolina to act in the capacity of a commissioner on behalf of that State in settling the dispute. The Governor of North Carolina in? vited the Governor of South Carolina to ??to appoint a commissioner on behalf of South Carolina, but Goveruor Thompson has replied to Governor Scales setting forth that no authority lies in him to make such appointment. During Gov? eruor' Hagood's administration a com? missioner was appointed on behalf of South Carolina and a survey was made, but there the matter seems to have rested. The Raleigh Observer says in this con? nection : "Mr. Arthur Winslow went to Char? lotte on Monday to run the boundary fine between North Carolina and South Carolina, on the border of Mecklenburg. If a map of this State is examined it will I be noticed that a very queer little angle in South Carolina projects into this State like a spear head, as if it intended to pierce North Carolina. It is said that this little angle, which is really Dot very small, of right is North Carolina territory. The survey, a very careful one, is to be made under the supervision of commiss? ioners representing North Carolina and South Carolina. It looks very probable thit Mecklenburg County will get a good slice of York County, S. C."? Columbia Register, IZth. A Modern Monte Cristo. The most successful effort at escape from prison walls in the face of seeming? ly iusurmountable obstacles, since the days of the renowned Jack Sheppard, waa made last night by Louis Yian, the coc.vict of St. Vincent de Paul, in Mon? treal, who led the revolt of that Peniten? tiary on April 24th. He is a man of medium height, wiry and tough, and ca? pable of great endurance and pluck, as wa3 proven in his fight with the prison officials a short time ago when being searched. After the revolt he was put in the dungeon on bread and water. He, in nome way, secured a knife and made a saw with it. He had also a piece of pail handle and a fragment of stone. With the3e he tunneled a wall three feet thick, built of stones and bricks. This brought him to the corridor, where he tunneled another wall, this time of brick. There was. still another heavy wall between him and. the outer air of the prison yard. By the dim light of a coal oil lamp he did the work of tunneling this latter ob? stacle, leaving the rubbish in the inner passage. He had very little to do now in the way of tunneling, but had to scale walls twenty-two feet high. Workmen had been using a derrick with which they were erecting a new wing. Climb? ing like a cat on this derrick, Vian cut one of the ropes. He then with th6 aid of the rope climbed from the new wing to the roof of the main building. Here he was seen by the guard. "Go back there or I'll fire," shouted the guard, a dead shot. The desperate convict dodged back, ran along a wall, dropped into a garden on the other side and dashed through the village, having just three hours of darkness to aid him in his escape. The Montreal city police are searching for nim now. ? A gentleman rode up to a public house in the country and asked : "Who is the master of this house?" "I am, sir," replied the landlord, "my wife ha3 been d d about three weeks." ? Forty thou and dollars' worth of chewing gum is ^ttliered annually in the Slate of Maine. Co? ?m6t Dic?es. Bob Wilkina was one of the most pop? ular young men in Canton, Miss., and was a clerk in one of the largest stores in town. His employers did a fine busi? ness, not only in Madison county, but also in the counties of Scott and Keake, lying east of Pearl ri7er. Bob was fre? quently sent out by his emplorers to visit their customers, to get orders, to collect bills and to keep them posted in regard to the condition of crops on which they had made advances. One of the cus? tomers was a well-to do, thrifty farmer and had unlimited credit with bis mer? chants. This farmer lived in Scott county three miles from the river, on tbe main road, and about fifteen miles from Canton. He had a sweet, interesting daughter of some 17 summers, and whenever Bob crossed the river on one of his business trips he invariably made it convenient to stop at Farmer Moore's house, where he always met with a hearty welcome, for he was bright and intelligent, and kept well posted with the current news of the day, politics, etc., The old man enjoyed Bob's company on this account especially and then, Bob always carried with him the latest newspapers and was sure to leave them with his friend, Mr. Moore. Then he would not forget Mrs. Moore and tbe daughter, for he always had some interesting periodical that was sure to please them. He was not long in gain I ing the good will of the entire family; but he longed for a closer relationship, and, finally, when be proposed to Miss Sallie, she hung her dear little head, twisted her pocket handkerchief and said: "Ask pa." Bob was rejoiced, and told her that he would do it tbe next time he came, and beggeaTber .in the meantime to feel the old folks on" ths subject and ascertain their views. She agreed"t^do so, and when Bob took his departure it wtessith the understanding that he was to return to the Moore homestead the following Sat? urday night, one week, and spend the Sabbath with them and attend church, as a big time was expected, it being "quar? terly meeting." Tbe ten days intervening went on sluggish wheels, and notwithstanding Bob worked hard in the store every day, hoping that the time thus employed would pass more quickly, be thought the day of his departure for Scott county would never arrive. The anxiously looked for Saturday came however; but it was an unusually busy one, and it was quite late in tbe afternoon before Bob could get off. While be was making his toilet he dispatched the porter to the livery stable for the best saddlehorse there, and just as the lamps were being lighted in the stores be mounted, and went galloping out of town. He reached the river, twelve miles distant, in about two hours, and then he rode down the bank to the ferry landing. To his great disappointment, tbe ferry?a flat-boat, which was propelled by a wire rope stretched across the river?was not on his side of the river. By straining his eyes be could see, through the darkness, that the boat was moored on the Scott county side, some two hundred yards dis? tant. He knew that old "Ike," the negro ferryman, had a cabin on that side about a quarter of a mile distant, and that it was frequently the custom of travelers to hallo to him to come down and put them across. So Bob commenced calling: "Uncle Ike! oh, Uncle Ike!" But he got no answer, though be called time and again, even until bis voice was hoarse and his throat sore. What was he to do ? He was bound to see his sweetheart, and there was no use of thinking about returning to Canton, and, then, it was fully five miles back, through a dismal swamp, to the first house, and it was doubtful about his getting lodgings there. To remain where he was until morning was death almost from mosqui? toes and sand flies, and those pests had already commenced their attacks upon him. Finally he thought if Lean? der could swim the Hellespont for his lady love, why could not he swim Pearl river for the girl be loved ?. He was not long in putting tbe thought into practical effects, and procuring a stout cane, the butt end of an old fishing pole, he spliced it from the saddle girth to the pommel of the saddle; then he stripped his clothes and making them up securely into a bundle, tied them to the top of the pole. Everything being ready he led Boan down to the water's brink, and heading him for the opposite shore struck him a lick and ordered him to "go along." The horse seemed to divine what was intend? ed for him to do aud was soon swimming with Bob holding on to his tail. The passage across the river was successfully made, but the current being quite swift the two voyagers were carried down below the usual place of landing, some one hundred yards or more, where the bank was quite precipitous and covered with reeds, brambles and briars. Old Roan came up out of the water snorting and blowing and mounted the bank, Bob still holding on to his tail. The strain, however, was too much for Bob, and then the briars and brambles bad such fair play at his naked skin he was obliged to turn loose his hold and scramble out the best way he could. Whea at last safely on the top of the bank he could see nothing of his horse and clothes, yet he could hear the former moving through tho woods and com? menced calling to him. "Cope, Roan," "Cope, Roan." Then he heard him nicker and then he felt better, for the noise came from the direction of the ferry road,-and he knew that the horse was going the right way and hoped he would stop when he reached tbe road. After twisting and turning and enduring many ugly and painful scratch? es and bruises, Bob arrived at the road himself, but there was no horse there. He stopped to listen, then he began call? ing again. "Cope, Roan," "Cope, Roan." And again he heard a nicker, several hundred yards up the road and in the direction of Farmer Moore's house. Bob struck a trot and soon got a view of the horse, which was leisurely walking along the road. When old Roan saw Bob in a run he, too, struck a trot and was soon out of sight again. The two kept up fully a half hour, Bob having in :ht meantime fallen down in the dust t njf \ dirt two or three tiroes, and Eav' ; and fretted himself into a profuse ration. ? Finally, Bob emerged-from the vroioB and swamp and had just entered the li ne leading up to Farmer Moore's'house when he saw old Roan, several hundred yards M ahead of him, turning into thegbig gate of the pasture in front of the home. Bob entered by the gate, and had almost overtaken his horse, when the latter jumped over the low fence that sur? rounded the houseyard. This aroused the dogs and in another moment a lot of curs and hounds came bounding toward the fence. Bob bad but a moment to think, and in that short time revolved a great many things in his mind. To sbiy there was to be cbawed and in a ogled by the yelping pack of dogs. To reach the pasture gate was his only hope, so, witir^"" out further ado, he faced about and p jfc out at the top of his speed. In the . meantime the dogs had cleared the gar den fence and were tearing toward hin, yelping and howling?and were only a few feet from him when he reached tie big gate, which was still open. Poor Beb was almost out of breath, but he manag? ed to mount the fence and climbed to tie top of one of the gate posts, were hii, with great difficulty steadied bimse f . while he halloed at the dogs: "Get down! keep back I" Presently, amid the noise made by the dogs, he could hear voices in the yari, y and at the door of the house, then some? body cried out. "Hallo! Who's that? Whatdoyoi want?" Then he heard some one call, VYoji Tige! j ou B?se! Come here, sir!" But Tige and Bose and all the rest of the dogs kept up their racket at the pas* ture gate, leaping up and snapping a; poor Bob, who with great difficulty heUI b'i position on top of the gate post. After awhile Bob saw parties with i. pfirs^torch coming toward him, and h<> soon recrjgaized oid Mr. Moore, and made known fcr^im who be was and begged him to get the dogs away. Thit j was done with some difficulty, and Bojjgg got down. He bad a kind and sympa? thizing friend in bis host, who conducted him into the house by the side door, where Bob was not long in telling the . whole story of his mishap. The old far? mer could not keep from laughing, and : repeatedly apologized, but Bob took it all in good part, and at times, laughed 9 heartily himself. Water was brought, and while Bob was cleansing himself of the dirt and perspiration, the old man went out to look for the horse and-get the bundle of clothes. He found old Roan quietly grazing in the yard, but there was no bundle of clothes attached to the saddle. This information almost killed Bob, but the oid man, who bad left the room, soon returned, bringing a complete outfit of bis own clothing. They would have answered very well if Bob had not been very slender and almost six feet tall, while Mr. Moore was very corpulent and hardly more than five feet two. ? i It wq8 the best that could be done, so Bob put them od, and there was another hearty laugh. It being quite late, and Mr. Moore knowing that Bob must be very tired, ho proposed to him to retire, and bade him good-night, telling him that he would start two of his negro servants by day light down to the river in search of his lost clothes. Bob thanked him, but had made a mental resolve himself to go on the same errand. The thought of those terrible dogs in the yard, however, deter? red him, and he concluded to trust to tho services of the two negros. He went to bed and was soon asleep, and when he awoke in the morning it was to answer the call of "Mose," who was knocking at the door and calling: '?Mars' Bob, Mars' Bob, here's them clo's of yourn." Bob bounced out of bed and admitted his sable visitor, who entered the room followed by his fellow-servant, Joe. : The bundle was intact, just as Bob had i tired it to the saddle?not a thing miss- | ing. The men had found it suspended to the limb of a tree a few yards from where the horse had ascended the bank. When Bob bad dressed himself he compensated the servants liberally, and promised to remember them still further when they came to town in the fall with their coF~ ton. Mr. Mooro entered tot room about this time atd announced that breakfast was ready?when Bob remarked : "If you haven't told the ladies of my adventure, don't, if you please." "Well," said the ole gentleman, "I never keep anything from my wife, in fact, I told her about ic last night, and what do you suppose she said ?" "I am sure I don't know, Mr. Moore." "Well," she said, "don't tell Sallie anythiLg about it," aud she made me promise that I wouldn't. Come, let us go to breakfast," said Mr. Moore, and tho two adjourned to the diDing-room where Bob met Mrs. Moore, all smiles and hospitality and Miss Sallie prettier and sweeter looking, he thought, than be had ever before seen her. All hands attended church, Bob accompanying Mies Sallie, who rode horseback. Returning from church Miss Sallie told Bob that "ma was willing, and that ma's word was the law in the family and that he need have no fears of an unfavorable answer." * So that afternoon when the old man asked | Bob to walk with him to the barn to see his shorthorns and Holsteins. Bob was even too anxious to get the old man all to himself, notwithstanding be had to leave Miss Sallie to entertain a young preacher who had accompanied the fami? ly from church to dinner. Bob thought the old man would never get through expatiating on the merits of registered and improved stock so as to give him an opportunity to ask for Miss Sallie's hand. Finally, when the old man remarked that he greatly regretted having no sons to take an iuterest in his affairs, Bob suggested that "probably the next best thing was a son-in-law," and offered him? self in that capacity. The old man grasped his hand and remarked: "Boy, you can have Sallie on one con? dition, and that is you are not to take her ' away from us as long as the old woman and myself live." Bob agreed to this, and before he left for town that cvouiug the day for the wedding was fixed; and last week the Canton Mail contained the notice of the marriage of the happy pair.