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VOLUME XXXVII. . CAMDEN, S. C., DECEMBER 19, 1878. NUMBER 23.
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THE CAMDEN JOURNAL.
Published Every Thursday
At
CAMDEN, S. C.,
by
G. G. ALEXANDER.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND
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H Q i AtD.n al U J ?i
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Copying and enlarging also done in the
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He has on hand a splendid assortment ef
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atn prepared to receive transient aud permanent j
hoarders.
Good accommodations at reasonable rates.
Stables and Lots free to drovers.
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heavy baggage, will be conveyed to and
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street, at 25 cents.
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elas? Bar, which is located separately from
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flj^Conreyances supplied io guests on
liberal terms, either for city or country use.
jan8-ly 8. B. LATHAM, Proprietor, j
r9Wntehfif3tot7. Ucrol vrrx^_fl?CL
\fy\ *2.50. Over 100 latest NowttiM
A4 U noud. Sc.8uppljC?.N*?hvlUl,Tefca^^^r
BOOTS, SHOES, *C.j
The undersigned respectfully informs bis
friends and the public generally that lie J
may still be found at his shop, one door
west of the postoffice, where he is prepared
? roeute nromDtlvand in the most stylish
and durable maimer all jobs that may be
given him. He will also make or repair
harness, or in fact anything else in his
line. He only solicits a call.
* ISAAC YOUNG.
Aug- 6?tf
^Twolfe,
CHEAP DRY GOODS STORE.
ALSO,
Buys and pays the highest market price
for green and dry cow hides, sheep, fox,
otter, mink, raccoon and raftbit skins.
Also, rags, wool, tallow, beeswax, old iron,
brass, copper, Ac. janltf
Wstpr-Piirifvinff Chain Pumo
*? w* J
Acknowledged to be superior to any other
pump known. No valves to get out of or
der. Bucket and chains made of galvanized
maleable iron. The foulest water
made pure by the use of this pump.- 10
feet or lfess. $1(H each additloua! foot, 50
cents. This pump may be examined at the
Latham House.
jan8-tf LATHM & PERKINS.
**AAm tut A xr*i*b
JBUUi XU.ilIVillxv,
W. C. Young, having opened a shop on Bron'i
Street, one door below K. J. McCreight k SoreGin
Factorv, in Mr. G. S. Douglas' old store,
8oectfiUJv solicits the patronage of the jyiblic.
will makew Pf > ?*.-? ,v *
Boots, Shoes, Harness &c.j
On the shortest nolibe aad in tiie most durable
anuer. _
July ts^Sta
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NOW.
I Rise! For the day is passing
While you be dreaming on,
The others bare buckled their armor.
Aud forth to the field hare gone;
A place in the rank awaits yon,
Each man has some part to play,
The pastand the future are nothing
In the face of the stern to-day.
Rise from yonr dreams of the future,
Of gaining some hard fought field,
Of storming some airy fortress,
Or bidding some giant yield;
Your future has deeds of glory,
Of honor (God grant it may !)
But your arm will never be stronger
Nor the need so great as to-day.
RiBe! if the past detains you;
Kcr sunshine and storms forget;
No chains so unworthy to ho'd you
As those of a vain regret;
Sad or bright, she is lifeless ever,
Cast her phantom arms away
Nor look back save to learn the lesson
Of a nobler strife to-day.
Rise! for the day is passing;
The low sound that you scarcely hear,
Is the enemy marching to battle?
Arise, for the foe is here.
Stay not to sharpen yorr weapons
Or the hourtfill atrilTe' atlast^
When Jfrom drains of coming battle.
You may wake to find it past.
Adeladt A tine Proctor.
A Middle-aged Love Story.
They Had come, a littlo group of
friendly facep, to watch uie off, with waving
handkerchiefs and kindly good-bjs;
and I stood on the stern, sodding and
waviog back, till the steamer 6wept
down the river out of their sight.
' I kuevr that P should have their
prayers that the great sea might be
gentle with me; I knew they would
watch the weather, and look for the telegram
of the arrival of our ship; yet I
knew I was taKing nothing from their
lives, and that they each would go home
naraiv missmj; ui^, w <*
great wrench of heart that I saw the
pilot put off froui us, and took the last
look at tny native shores.
During most of the passage I was just
comfortably aea-sick, so I sat all the daylong
tm a chair on deck. watching the
white caps on the purple and green
and blue waves that mounted and fell,
down and up, Rway out to the horizon.
I saw the shining nautiluses float by,
and now and then a whale, or a shoal
of porpoises, or a sail, speeding white
and full across the water.
I saw many good other things nearer
by; for 1 didn't put ray eyes in my
pocket along with ray shortsighted
glflBSre; ot?d nobodj was "*"ery tikely ro j
mind a middle aged woman in hood and
water proof.
The first thing I saw was a young
girl, with dark -ayes and brown hair that,
rippled itself into a tangle of rough
curls wh'-n she took off her net. She
wigs, ;not very pretty, nor so very brilliant;
but there was a piquant charm
about her that attracted half the passcngers
before the first day was over.
By the end of the second day, everybody.
from the captain to the ship's
surgeon, and from the cabin boy, was
eager to show her attention; and everybody
was met with the same smile and
Jively retort.
She won her way at once into my
heart by the kindly thought that led
her to bring me little r?*li-hes from the
tabic to tempt my sickly appetite, and
to soothe my forehead with bay water
and gentle louehes of hpr shapely brown
hands, where a great emerald glittered,
encircled by dinmo"ds. Very soon she
got iDto the habit of drnwing h?T nig
beside my chair, and sitting on the
deck leaning against me, so that I might
"pet her," as she said.
This is how it happened that my
quiet comer came to be the centre of
life and gayety and romance of the
whole shipboard.
Tt seemed this young girl, Rose Armour,
was an only child and an orphan,
going to an udcIc in Germany, her marest
of kin.
" T?onr heart! T hope her uncle will be
wise as well as loving," said I to myself
very often; for she seemed too fragile
a bubble of humanity to drift on
through life aloDe.
I The tips of her brown curls were
lighter thau the rest; and here and
j there were little bright touches all over
I her, as though the sun wre shir.ing in
| spots on it One morning I sat coiling
I these gleams of sunshine through my
fingers, and watching a flock of Mother
Carey's chickens skim restlessly ovpr
the water, thinking these thoughts about
Rosa, and having her soft presence alone
to myself a few moments. Not many,
* "inn nn came a New
folding the wrap over the two. ! nevei
saw so rough a sea as this a!] the vrtt)
fr<?m Honolulu to ^an Francisco,' said
he, loojtjnjr upon the pontic sm< ll of th<
lazily-ni"Httj ippr wavps.
Mlnngh !l-eria<i M:s? Arm ur. 'T an
| aur.' the ocean i? as smooth as a uiit
i pond !'
f-j Oh ! r nrjipt as eon pared with thi
Paeiiic? p? .oftVi. T: w.-,> rjphtly named
' We have Vol su -is. ii that a
j! swc< p on lii-: Atlantic, but. on'y th<
>1 troot est wt'SivTlV Breezes. It: N w Z^a
J laud,' bo went on, 'we arc never tuo bo
nowever; iui uw? _r
Zeslander?of course there wo3 a New
Zealander, or an Australian on our boat.
'You are very lovely, Miss Armour,
snid he. 'Let me bring you a chair.'
'Thank you; I prefer to sit here on
my rug and have Miss Wells pet me,'
replied Rosa, turning -p . her eyes languidly.
'The deck is my favcrite seat,
if I cart only have an excuse to sit on it.'
"l* * ---J c-vm.if hin<? over vou,'
'J5UC you ncvu cv?- f,
persisted the New Z*rlander, gnine
j away and coming hack directly with his
! own heavy gray wrap. Then lie seated
! himself od a low camp stool beside her
. T
and never too cold. In fact, we never
think of the weather. And the soil is
the most fertile in the world.'
'Pity it is such an out of-the-way
part of the earth that no body can live
there,'said Miss Armour.
your pardon, miss; there arc
several English towns of thirty thousand
inhabitants each, and we never think of
ourselves as being out-of-the-way, but
rather feel sorry for those who live so
far off,' returned the other, bending his
tall 6gure earnestly forward.
Rosa leaned her nrettv hand towards
kim in a confiding attitude of interest,
and laughed.
'Oh, so you are the people, and wis
dom is going to die with you,' said she.
'Hut what do you do out there in the
heart of the universe ?' ,
'We dig gold for one thing, and raise
sheep for auothei'?millions and millions
of them. From thirty to forty vessels or?
constantly plying to England with the
tallow and pressed wool.'
'What do you do w;tl all that mut-"
ton ?' asked Rosa, looking idly at the
light in the speaker's eyes.
"v 'We use what we cau.' was the reply,
'and sometimes, I am sorry to say, we
bury the flesh?not usually; but sometimes
an order, will come to one furmer
| for; a thousand sheep,Jif you please; and |
all 'be can do is to clip ot the woo/, get
out the fat and bury the carcasses.' \ '
Just then along came tho ship's surgeon,
a blonde youth in uniform, with
his' hair parted in the middle.
'Miss Armour,' said he, 'the gun is to
be fired.off at the bow; will you come
and see it done ?'
Miss Armour started upat once,[turning
the same half confiding glance and
ready ernilc upon him she bad been giv
ingi us.
'I am going to leare my rug with you;
I shall couie back,' said she, beaming
over her,shoulder upon mc as she took
the surgeon's arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her,
tried to console himself by drawing his
wrap in another fold across his knees,
did'not succeed, and finally got up and
werjt away. Of course it was not worth
hisjwhile to make himself agreeable to a
middle-aged woman in hood and waterproof.
So I sat and looked at the like.
nes? of a lake among the clouds, and
tried to decide whether I had better
take oat meal gruel or biscuit tea for my
! suppei; wondering the while, half unj
consciously, about the old chord in my
i memory that was always being struck by
J a certain musical ring in the New ZealanderVvoice.
After 7T0 -frtmr or co tko gun t
fired; and presently Miss Armour came
back, with the disorder of the strong
sea-wind in her hair, and its freshness
in her pretty pink cheeks.
I Tve come as I said,' she murmured,
dropping at my feet again, and 6miling
up, as though she had got where she
best loved to be, just such a smile as she
would have given to the stokprs down
in the engine room, or to the ship'e cat.
i Hut it was lovely to look upon while it
lasted; and wc middle-aged people have
learned to warm ourselves io any chance
ray of sunlight, without stopping to
consider whether it is likely to be perpetual.
This time tho bit of sunshine did not
stay long, for there came up an artist
with bis sketch book; and when Miss
a l .j v>;?
Armour nan tjuuiuieuiiy auuunu
graphic pcnciliogs of the captain and
the quartermaster, and the seasick occu
pant of the upper berth, it was time to
throw the lead; and so he bore I er off,
to find out with her own 03*66 whether
we were actually going at the rate of
thirteen knots, or only twelve and a
half.
That was how the days went. The
passengers read and paced the deck,
played games and guessed riddles, and
were always liUDgrv; the pilot stood
steady and firm at the wheel; the sailors
ran up and down about the rigging like
overgrown spiders, aDd were forever
scouring and scrubbing, tying and untying,
drawing up and letting down.
Thus at last we hud come safely almost
to our desired haven; with fair sailing,
we were just one day out frotn port, and
fond as we had been of each other, we
were getting impatient to port.
Miss Armour, during the whole voy
age, had kept on as sbe began, Deguniug
every oue with her trick of lip and
eye. They ran after her like boya at
the string of a kite. Well, they had
nothing better to do just then;, and
when she had faded out as the rainbow
fades, I had do doubt she would bo as
easily forgotteu, or only as a midsummer's
duy dream, by all, unless it misiht
be a solitary warm-hearted man like
the New Zealander. To tell the truth,
I was a little sorry for him. Evidently,
life had Dot brought him all it might,
and he was hungry for the love and
confidence that had never been his. So
J was afraid he would miss the little
I sparkle of girlhood and warm youth,
I and find tli? void deeper when it had
gone out.
To the very last day. Rosa kept her
place by ray chair; and to the very last
i the New Zealander kept his place by
[ her, when no one younger stepped in to
, take her off, which was sure to be
pretty often. Then, he always quietly
r went away himself, with a kind of grave
I regret on his fpcc. On this last room*
? in?r. Miss Armour had just, left us along
wiih a yonnu lawyer, to drop oranges
1 : u<I Vmons anion:: th- -t-oniiro passen
I rs, * lt*n 1 nutic' d the N> w Ze-lander
looking after her with a .sadder ree
gr<t than usual?almost a pain?in his
. eyes! 1 P'-dH ace that without my
9 jrla.-se'.
e 'N'nw ' aid I to myself, 'I hope ho
- sn - j??ir ir to tret 6ofi?a sensible, ge:;?
t iloujanly, ugfocubleTDao Hire bit^pv&Dti
quite old enough to be her father!"
An so I looked at him to see if he
was, when suddenly he turned upon
me. ^
'At least you might have written,
Agatha Wells !' said he sharply.
I started, as you may think, to hear
my own name epokeu aj^familiarly by a
stranger; when, looking again, behold !
I saw beneath the btfcnre, and under
wrinkles and behind thi-beard, a face
that twenty years before was the dearest
in the world to me^?the face of
Duncan Ashley. We parted one day
expecting to meet the next; but that
evening he was called awav. and wrote
iostcad of coining. In a letter he said,
what he said before with hi.i eyes?yes,
those same beautiful eyes?that I was
the choice of his heart and the desire of
his life.
'Answer me,'said be,-'I cannot wait
till I see you.'
So I answered?a long, foolish letter,
though tliere was to need of writine;
for he had read all I could say
long before,. with those eyes of his.
Then I watched and ^waited for him;
but never saw hipa or fveard one word
more. If yottlaro yqnng, you can imagine
the slow dying 6f hope and expectation.
And if yooTar'e old you know
how such things can be'lived over, and
hidden in secret graves.
But no'w as though' the graves had
been opened, and the judgment set,
cliluc mis buuueu repjruvtumui ijucbiiuu
\ip from the buried past. I fairly
caught u?y breath, as I tinned back my
eyes, and looked him iu the iaco
agaio. _ e .
'Forgive me/ said he directly, in a
gentler tone, 'I did not mean to speak.
You brought it out 'with your eyes;
that questioning turn was so familiar.
Of course you were right, and I never
blamed you. I never meant you to see
me again; but the temptation to feel
myself beside you, only to be in the
soothing charm of your presence, was
too great. It has been u blessiDg that
I shall carry with me all the rest of my
life.'
He was rising to go awa^, But I put
out my hand.
'I did write, Duncan Ashley/ said
I; 'the letter must have.gone wrong.'
'You did ! you wrote!' he cried
sinking back in his chair again, and
looking.at me eagerly. 'What did you
say ?' f
'There was only one thing I could
say; and I said that, I aDswer?d, blushing
os thougl} I had just written the
letter. "
A o.i**rfTe-?sr?d woman in hood and
waterproof! But, dear mo ! it was only
my face was middle-aged, after all; my
heart is as young and silly as ever.
And as for Duncan's face, the marks of
care and thought and time fell off,
leaving it only the eternal youth of
love.
Tt was the old story of a lost letter,
and the older story of a proud man
helievinr' himself fo be reiected and
humiliated, und fleeing to the ends of
the earth with his pain.
'Twenty precious years of n>y life
wasted!' said my New Zealander..
;Wo will not be separated another day
while we both live. There is a clergyman
among our passengers; and we will
be married this very hour.
This was so like his headlong decisions
! C"rtainly he did need a sober
second-thought like me for a bal
last,
'That cannot be!' I cried. 'The
ceremony wouldn't be legal without a
license or something And I would
by no means do anything so sensational
and conspicuous, .1
But bless your heart! I might as
well have tried to wipe up the Atlantic
with my pocket-handkerchief. He was
so grieved, and so impatient (and, indeed,
when one comes to think of it,
twenty years is long enongh for an engagement,)
that I finally dropped of my
water-proof and sea sickness, and
stood up behiod the biunaclc, and was
married before eight bells that very
morning?ring and all. Duncan pro*
duced it from a small casket, where he
had carried it in his waistcoat pocket
for the whole twenty years.
'I never could bear to put the little
thing away,' said he, looking at it tenderlv.
Thonext day we came into port, with
the sun shiniDg and our flags flying.
There was a flurry of good-bys, a hoistiog
of trucks, a welcoming of friends
on the shore, and a glad hurrying to and
fro.
Among thereat was an instant's nestling
of Miss Armour's lips on my check
and a little cling of her hand in mine,
the vanishing of a smile, and she was
gone, like the flash of a fire-fly, out of
sight forever. But whereeyer she is
and however she fares, she has the
daily blessing of two middle-aged
hearts, whose way to each other she unconsciously
lighted.
A Marc Jumps Twenty-Three Feet.
On Friday night the sorrell mare
Maud and a two-year old bay mare,
owned by Mr. George Leiper, of Leipersvillc,
Cheater county, broke loose'
from their pasture and got upoD the
Philadeldhia, Wilmington & Baltimore
Railroad track at Eddyatone. An up
freight train overtook them near Patter?on's
culvert, just below drum Creek.
The colt was killed this side of the culvert.
The mure Maud jumped the culvert.
whjgh is twenty-three leet wide,
but for all this nob!" act was struck and
killed. Maud was th > fastest oorsoin
Delaware county, having a record of
1:58. Mr. Leip-r refused an offer of
8500 for her last week?Heading
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Colonel Crockett.
"I never but once, said tbe Colonel,
was in what I call a genuine quandary.
Tt was during my electioneering for
Congress, at which time I strolled
about in the woods so particularly pcff?
tered by politics that I forgot my rifle.
Any man may forget bis rifle, you
know; but it isn't every man who can
make amends for his forgetfulness by
his faculties. I guess. It chanced that
I was strolling along, considerably d*-cp
in congressional; the first thing that
took my fancy was the snarling of some
i young bears, which|proceded from the
hollow of a tree; but I soon found that
I could not reach the cubs with my
hands nn T wcnl feet fnrnninst tn sec if
I could draw them up by the toes. I
hung on the top of the hole, straining
with all might to reach them, until at
last my hands slipped, and down I went
more than twenty feet to the bottom of
that hole', and there I found myself almost
hip deep in a family of fine young
bears. I soon found that I might as
well undertake to climb up the greasiest
part of a rainbow as to get back?the
hole in tree being so large, and its sides
so smuoth and slippery from the rain.
Now this was a real, genuine, regular
quandary. If so be I was to shout, it
would have been doubtful whether they
would hear mo at the settlement, and
if they did hear me, the story would
ruin my election; for they were a quality
too cute to vole for a man that ventured
into a place that he couldn't get
himself out of. "Well, now, while I
was calculating whether it was best to
shout for help, or to wait in the bole
until after election, I heard a kind of
grumbling and growling overhead; and
looking up, I saw the old bear coming
down stern foremost upon mc. My
motto is always 'go ahead !' and as soon
as she lowered herself within my reach,
I got a tight grip of her tail on my loft
hand, and with my buck-bafted penknifoin
the other, I commenced spurring
her forward. I'll be shot if ever a
member of Congress rose quicker in the
world than I did! She took me out
in the shake of lamb's tail."?Frontier
Life.
Under a Spell.
The following school boy's composition
has fallen into our hands, and we
print it for the amusement of our younger
readers. It was evidently written
under a spell :
Woman, the fairest and most perfect
of God's Creation, was the means tjirquii-h
the sentt'ot-nf *?*a? Ao'wobi^-t
work or God God and his descendants
into nn inextricable gulf of ruio.
But although she by means of b'*r
temptation ruined man,?yet what
roniilrl hf> rmr Viplnlpss nnd lfirp
ly condition if it were not for woman's
cheery smiles and comforting
presence, Our world would then truly
be "A world of weeping and of woe."
Women are gifted by the Almighty to
relieve man's loneliness, and are as
blessed help-meets to him in time of
trouble ar.d affliction. She is a ministaring
angel sent by God to minister to
the wants of the guilty sons of a fullr ti
race. Some say that women are not
calculated to fill places ot honor and
trust, but we see this nowhere verified in
the past history of the world. Women
have ruled the mightiest empires wi'li
better ability than ever shown by man,
and if her mental abilities are not so
great, if her strength of resolution aiol
power of will arc not so great as man's
-1? ? i? J? ..u _ .* i ,?ir
tiicii, v> ujr uuco one uu^iiit iit-1ac11 o\f
honorably whenever tried ? We noewer
because she never if ever reeeiv. s
the education man does and for this
reason superior to him. What would
man be without woman is a question
too hard for me, but if treated right and
used well she is truly "Heaven's hist
and best gift to mnn."?Exchange.
A Professional Tiger-Slayer.
D'Harnacourt, the great professional
tiger-slayer, who is employed by Gr. at
Britain, through the government of
Singapore, to exercise his specialty, is a
native of the United States, though of
French extraction. His father havine
been taken prisoner while with Napoleon
in the Moscow campaigo, he waa sent to
Siberia, whence he escaped and came to
this country. The son was born on the
plains of the far West, and early became
a hunter, ranging in search of
game over an immense territory. De?
sirous to see the world, he went to s< a;
was wrecked off Formosa, and badly
treated by the natives of that islar d.
An English captain induced him to
visit Singapore, where he got his engagement,
his price beiDg $50 per he-id
for tigers. D'Harnacourt is saving
money to go to Algeria, where he will he
under French authority, and where ho
can kill lions instead of tigers, as he
covets the fame of a lion-slayer, and is
desirous to rival Girard. The American
Gaul is said to be not only fearless, but
reckless, and has had many desperate
encounters, from which good luck alone
bas delivered him. He is ioclined to
intemperance also, and it is not unlike
Iv that some tiger will ere long hunt
him with fatal success, and save him
the trouble of a journey to Africa,
A gentleman entered a grocery store
at North Vernon, Ind., the other day
and n*ked for a gallon of molasses. Rnvint:
drawn it, the store-keeper asl
him what he won Id rake it home o.
"In ? y hat," promptly replied the c -e
tomer, calmly holding out a uew s ik
hat, into which the grocer, not to ie.
ourdone in King ft - id. poured the flu :!.
Then the customer jammed the hat <n
the grocer's head, and. having thus t ?.
cupied his attention, took what mou-y
there wus'io the till rod departed.
Bridging the Bloody Ohasm.
A touching scene was witnessed at
this place on last Wednesday while
Judge Marks was speaking. Referring
to the war he said: "I see before tne
my gallant friend, Col. Byrd. During
the late unhappy rebellion he was on
one side, fiirhtiner for what he thoueht
to be right; I was on the other, fighting
for what I thought to be right.
This calls to my mind an old man in
Virginia who had two boys. The elder
fell marching beneath the Stars and
Stripes, the youuger battling for the
Lost Cause. After the war the old
man gathered up their bones, brought
them home and laid them s.de by side
in one grave. Above them he erected
a single shaft, on one side of which
was inscribed, 'Sacred to the memory
of my eldest son who fell fighting for
the stars and Stripes.' On the opposite
side was inscribed, 'Sacred to the memory
of my youngest son who fell fight*
ing for the Lost Cause.' Higher up in
the centre, in bold characters, was the
inscription, 'God knows who was right.'
That old man there erected a platform
1 1- 1 A L t*-- it*
long enougn, oroau euuugu iur *uc
whole American people, both North aud
South, to stand upon. And upon this
platform to-day, Ool.Byrd, (advanoing
toward him), forgetting the past, allow
me to ,shake you by tbo hand as a
brother.' Col. Byrd here aroso and
advanced to meet him, and the two
brave soldiers joined hands amid the
deafening applause of the spectators.?
Sparta, Ga., Index. .
Punishment for Crime.
Ex-Governor Seymour believes that,
as nothing can be worse than our present
laws for the punisbmont of crime,
there is no barm in trying new plans.
TTn advocate* in Warner'* Maaazine..
th? empowering of judges to imposo
"punishments other than sending the
offenders to common schools of vice."
While Governor he learned that the
suffering for crime generally fell not so
much on the offender as on bis family,
and he was led to fancy the following
as an appropriate title for the criminal
laws: "Acts to Punish Wives and
Children of Criminals." Punishments
ought not to be restricted to fines and
imprisonments, he thinks, but this'is
the nearest that he comes to explaining
his plan : "There is no danger in giving
magistrates the power over habitual
offenders which parents and guardians
have over minors?that of making them
, UI DinUIU#:LTTPm^nf nlr>nL-_
ing them up; and, in case of children,
having them chustised rather than sent
to jails. There is a reason to fear that
this punishment will be used too often
or too harshly. It would rarely be applied,
but should not be made illegal, as
it would give magistrates great control,
and would do much to put an end to
the bravado and swagger of disorderly
boys which are so much admired by
their youthful companions.
Kidnapped by Savages.
A correspondent of the hJImira Advertiser
relates the following: George
Simons a well known resident of Towando
township, and at one time an
employee of the Pennsylvania and New
York Canal and Railroad Company,
went West last spring to prepare a home
for himself and family. His wife with
their four children, joined him in the
9ummer. He had settled within four
miles of Kansas city, Mo. A short time
sinco the Indians made a raid into the
neighborhood, destroyed his crops and
burned the buildings he had erected.
Two of his boys got on a horse and attempted
to escape. The savages shot
the horse, and in the fall the arm of
one of the lads wa9 broken.' However,
all succeeded in getting away except
Dora Simons, a girl of eleven years,
whom the Indians captured and carried
away with them. The agonized father,
fearing for hear a fate far worse than
death, pursued her brutal captors ;n
company with six or seven of his neighbors.
At last accounts he had followed
the Indian trail for two hundred miles
westward from Kansas Oity. Part of
the little party of men who had started
with him in pursuit had returned.
Grave fears are entertained that the
remnant of the number have been captured
and killed by the savages.
The Champion.
"Tho laaicst duffer I ever seed," remarked
Jim Blodgers, "were a man tbat
the boys used to call Old Laydown.
They couldn't find out his fust name,
cause he was too lazy to recollect it.
He b'longed to the same sekr't society
as roe, and we paid him $10 'a weeksick
benefits for three weeks. Said he
i hurt his lee. Found afterward by the
doctor and a dozen eye witnesses, that
ho had injured his shins by walkin' up
agin a cobweb. Fact. Lazy? You
bet he was easy goin'. One evening he
fainted and was brought home to bed.
We weren't to be catched this time on
benefits. Said ho had fainted from loss
of blood. Doctor examined him aud
found a musqnito bite under his left
ear. Fact. You bet he took things
comfortably. He used to lure a small
boy in warm weather to hold his straw
for him while he sucked his sherry
cobbler Axed me one day .if there
werent some cheap way of wrrrklnsr a
i t?'ofh brush bv machinery. Sai l he
: wish d he could eat without workiug
ms jaws? leurTi tney a wear out too
I soon. Fact. Well. T don't mind if T
do." ? Vtnjuoa City Chronicle.
None bur. the rich can read their title
clear. Most of thcua have put' it in
J tbeir wife's name., .
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A Lake Covered with Duoke.
Many of our readers, says the Reno
(Nev.) Journal, have often heard of
Duck Lake. We saw it for the first
J time last Sunday. It is situated just west
of the Pyramid lake Indian reservation,
and immediately south of the Pyramid
lake, the two being divided by a strip
I of land something over half a mile in
width. They have no connection-with
each other unless subterranean, and
passing entirely around the lake, we
I omiU "?'(* m o for fl AU'?
WUUIU Otu UU UlllVI UVVSJ Ul ??uwt uv '?
iDg into it. The mouth of the Truck*e
was a mile off, but it splits, one part
goiog into Pyramid and the other going
into Mud lake to the right aud only
separated from Pyramifl by a range of
mountains. Dack lake, we should
judge, was a body of water two miles
wide and five iu length It derives its
name from the ducks, which make it
their headquartersi Its surface, the
daj we saw it, was almost entirely covered.
Snch a sight we never saw before,
or expect to see again.
Josh Billings' Philosophy.
I have objecsbuo to a mans parting
his hair in the middle, but I shall always
insist upun his finishing up the
job bi wearing a short gown and a pettikoat.
I respekt a corpse, but a ded and
alive man i despise for the space ovone
minitt, and pity bim for another minitfc
and then forget him for evermore?
amen. Det
iz bondage into which a man sells
him8elfand pays 7 per cent for the
privilege.
Tbar iz such a thiog az too much en*
ergy. I haz eeen those like a young
houDd in the chase ihey git away ahcid
the fox.
The fust thibg that presents itself to
our coDshienco is the truth; we lie upon
reflexshun.
There are a great meuoy roads that
lead to Heaven, but after you get there,
only one gateway to enter.
An old legend asserts that the great
Gothic cathedral of Cologne, of which
the devil, it says, furnished the plan
will never be completed. The great
advances toward completion which have
been made daring the past forty years
bave unsettled somewhat the old belief
in the legend. This, however, bas of
late been revived by the assertion, of
Prof. Helm of the University of Zurich,
that the blocks of stone, taken
pioyecf^or the foundation and pillars,
are fast undergoing a chemical decomposition,
and that probably before this
century closes the edifico may fall to
the ground. Another fact which has
excited superstition is that the new
clock, constructed from the cannon taken
from the French, has not been in
working order for a year, and that all
efforts hitherto to render it serviceable
have proved abortive.
How She Saw the Runaway,
" Oh, it was a terrible runaway! You
see an umbrella was carrying a man and
it frightened a buggy, and it started
to run off with the horse, they ran over
a lamp post and knocked the sidewalk
down, and upset a little baby who gwos
carryiog its mother in her arms, and
struck some apples, and knocked all the
apple women out of the peanut stand,
aud then they went down the lightniDg
like a street, and knocked three spokes
out of the horses hind legs and took the
hide of the wheel, and I fell out and
run a mud puddle into my head clear
up to my shoulders, and the mud got
full of my mouth and ears and eyes,
and I'll never get over it, and it's awful,
ain't it ?
Bill Arp on Steera
1 never liked steers as a model of
blooded stock, nor as a motive power,
but my nabor Freeman says they make
the best plow nags in the world, that
they go slow, but they'll go all day constant
and keep the furrer and never
break nothin' nor run away, and if
they plow up a yaller jacket's nest and
get stung all over, it only peertens 'em
up a little?nothin more. But it seems
that nothin in the world would be more
monotonous than to foller 'em around.
I'd rutber work a mule any time and
have him run away or kick the back
band in the top of a tree once or twice
in a while. Wouldn't you ?
"They are But Seven."
What a change ! A few years ago
the white members of the General Assembly
of the Stato of South Carolina
appeared in that body like white spots
on the dark ground of a "polka cravat."
The present body contains but seven
of the "back ground," which aro classified
as follows . Democrats, 4; Radicals,
3?with every indication that one
of the latter will lose his seat, he not
having been in the past as good as ho
might have been. The jig is up; the
old order of things will never exist in
South Carolina ngaiu while the sun
rises and sets.? Columbia Register.
Vermont is, by law, the most barbarous
State in the Union. When she
finds one of her citizens guilty of murder,
she does not execute him at once,
as in other civilized communities, but
sends him to the penitentiary for two
years, and uf ihe expiration of tlat
time hangs Mm. it has aiwavsi>e<n
thought t' at tin* death penally 'I1?
most severe that could be inflicted, but
Vermont adds two years in the penis
tentlary at hard labor. The stato of
1 A . I & .L t U A ffTA
\? ?.;
mind 01 tnc wrcicnca uunug uic. m*,
years preceding the conclusion of their
punishment may bo imagined. <