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VOL. XLIX. CAMDEN, S. C., THURSDAY, JULY 3, 1890.. . N0> L
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RAINBOW LAND.
From the valley of morn, where teardrops
hung. . j
The glittering bow of promise sprung,
Bo near it was plain to the dullest sight.
Bo distant no ban 1 could reach it quite;
And over the hills and far away
It stretched where the heights untrodden
lay;
But Fancy, truer of eye than truth.
Could see Rainbow Laud from the plains of
youth.
There was gold uncounted in that fair land.
There were shining laurels and honors
grand.
There was love undying and friendship t*.:e,
Over the mountaias bright and blue.
But rough and hard was the upward climb
On the treacherous slope of the hills of time.
The laurels we saw from the plain below
We missed ere we reached the line of snow,
And the gold for which we greedily wrought,
If we found at all, it was dearly bought.
Few are the eyes that are blest to find.
The road to the land where all are blind.
Where the happiest one is he who lives
Alone for the happiness he gives.
And the only poor is the wretch whose alms
Go begging in vain for needy palms.
God set its bounds His realm above?
* For Rainbow Land is the land of love.
?James J. Roche, in Boston Pilot.
TIE BLUEJ3UTTERFLY.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
"Backward, turn backward, oh, Time,
in thy flight!" gayly sang Marcus Oftiey.
"The wiseacres say that this is an impossibility;
but I have this day proved
them all wrong. The last ten years of
my life are nothing but a dream, and I
ain a racketing schoolboy again, with my
bag of books slung over my shoulder and
a tish-hne hid away in my pocket.
There's the very closet AuDt Zillah used to
lock rnc up in when she caught rac stealing
blackberry jam?the same window,
with the same mended pane of glass in
the left hand corner, under which I listened,
nights, when the bachelor school
teacher used to come and see her, and
reproduce him at the breakfast table
next morning, to Gran'ther Biggins's
great delight! New York is the figment
of a night's sleep. I haven't grown a
day older?and?"
"It's a shame," cried Rebecca, gnashing
her small white teeth together.
"You've had every chance, and I've just
stood still. You've worked your way
up in that great newspaper office, and
I've done housework and been to weekly
singing school! Why is it that a man
has so much better opportunities than a
woman, I'd like to know? ListeD,
Marcus. Aunt Zillah i&?"i even willing
to let m?, take lessous of the new pro
lessor, wno is coming to estaonsn a conservatory
at Dingford. She says it costs
60 much. Aud I've got a voice?I know
I've got a voice?aud, if only I had a
chance to cultivate it, I might earn a
hundred dollars u year singing in the
choir, as well as Emily Elmer."
"Not a bad idea," said Marcus,
thoughtfully regarding her.
How she had shot up in his absence,
like one of the tall, red lilies in the garden,
or the flower-deluces under the
window?this solemn-eyed, olive-skioned
young cousin of his! Rather pretty,too;
though in that outlandish, calico dress,
no one could tell what there was of her.
"Sing sometimes for me, Beck. Let's
hear what you can do."
Rebecca Higgins leaned back against
the rude wooden column of the portico,
a trail of creamy honeysuckle flowers almost
touching her braids of ink-black
hair a1 she stood, and burst out into one
of the triumphaut hymns which, in their
church music, had most struck her
fancv? s
"Awake, my sou!, stretch every nerve!"
And sang it through to the last word of
the last verse.
"Well," said she, as the perfumed
summer sileuce succeeded her lay?and
she spoke as if the vocal organ belonged
to some one else, "what do you think of
it?"
"As clear as a flute," said Marcus,
"and as sweet as a thrush! I heard Miss
' Floretta Foliati sing a solo at St. Eurydice's
last Easter Sunday?when 1 went
there to report for the Daily Omnium?
that "wasn't so much better than that, although,
of course, there was no end of
trills and flourishes and that sort of vocal
gymnastics about it."
Rebecca's eyes glistened.
"Do you reallv think so, Mark? Then
if "
At that moment Aunt Zillah's voice
was heard calling loudly:
"Marcus! Marcus! come in to your
dinner! Rebecca, why aren't you here
to dish up the stewed chicken and green
peas?"
"Hello!" said Mr. Offley, as he passed
through the stuffy little parlor, "how's
the entomological collection? Oh. vou
have a beauty here! I say, Aunt Zillab,
can I have that blue fellow for ray
friend. Professor Kapparee? He's fairly
cracked ou butterflies!"
"Certainly you cap!" said Aunt Zillah,
with emphasis. "That blue butterfly
is worth t(n dollars, the parson says."
"Ten dollars would just pay the price
of ten lessons at 3Ir. Meriam's new conservatory,"
murmured Rebecca.
"Mr. Merium's conservatory, indeed!"
snapped Aunt Zillah. "I wonder if
you'd be so anxious to go tagging to a
conservatory where they taught weaving
rag-carpets and darning stockings? Go
and look after the dinner at once, while
I show your Cousin Marcus my collection
of moths and butterflies. But the bluewinged
one is the gem of the lot. You
are right there. There ain't a dozen
specimens like it in the coimtry, the parson
tells me. There's a collector in Boston
would be willing to pny most any
sum for it. I'm credibly informed. But,"
and sbe chuckled gleefully, "poor as I
am. there's some things money can't buy
from me."
"Well, if it was mine, I should sell it
quicker than lightning!" observed Mr.
Offley, standing iti front of the glasscase,
with nis hands in his pockets. "I can't
understand the spell that has bewitched
Rapparec and all those other bug mani
?cor A live butterfly, now, flying abrJt
in the sunshine?one could appreciate'
that.- But a dead mummy, stuck up be- j
hind :\ glass box, with a pin thrust
through it?faugh!"
Aunt Zillah laughed again.
"Come to dinner, said she. "You're
a regular Philistine, Mark, and always
was!"
"But I say, Aunt Zillah," broke out
| the young man, after the apple-pie and
J cream syllabubs had bceu duly discussed,
I "why don't you let. Beck have a chance
at cultivating that sweet little pipe of
hers?"
"Rebecca can sing well enough now."
"But a little culture?"
"Pshaw!" said Aunt Zillah.
I "Those city choir-singers?"
"We ain't the city!" pronounced the
j old lady. "And I can't afford to throw
I good money down Rebecca's throat, and
I need all her time and strength to help
me with the housework; so let there be
j an end of the matter."
The shadow of the old traditions lingered
above Marcus Offlev yet, grown man
though he was, ancl figuring nis way in
the world.
When AuntZillah said, "Let theTe be
an end cf the matter!" in that autocratic
niaunc-, he felt exactly as he had when
she boxed his teu-year-old cars and sent
I him to school. J
"It's quite true what Beck says," ob|
served he, pulling tho tortoise-colored
cat's tail. "A man dogs have a better j
chance in this world than a woman."
"Beck says some very foolish things,"
remarked Aunt Zillah. "And they're
most of 'em put in her head at the parsonage.
I've most u mind to forbid her
going there so much. But come, Mark
?get your hat. I want you to go outand
see the new Alderney calf. It's as
pretty as a picture!"
The temporary ripple produced in the
dead calm of D:ngford life by the brief
visit of Mr. Offley, the New York journalist,
had subsided, and Mr. Villars, the
village clergyman, was sitting in his
stud)-, cutting the leaves of a new theological
review, when the door opened
and in flew a dark-haired, olive-com
plexioned maid, closely followed by his
own youngest daughter, Selinda.
"Please, Mr. Villars," panted Rebecca
Biggins, "what is to become of me?"
Mr. Villars laid down his review and
looked hard at her.
"My dear,"said he, "you seem to have
been walking rapidly. Sit down and
rest."
"Walking!" she echoed. "I've run
every step of the way! I've run away
from Aunt Zillab. She says I'm a thief?
that I've stoleu her blue butterfly, and
sold it; else, she says, can I have
got the money to take that first lesson at
the conservatory? And she won't believe
that I earned every cent of it by picking
wild strawberries for the hotel people to
preserve; and she says I'm a thief,and?
and?"
"This is very rernarMfcde," said the
parson. "My child, 'don t cry. You are
quite welcome to lemain here until you
can settle this strange misunderstanding
in some way." I
"I told her so, papa," said Belinda.
"But the blue butterfly?" resumed the
parson. "Do I understand?"
"It's gone,", exclaimed Rebecca?
"gone out of the case entirely. Seme one
has stolen it!"
* "This is most remarkable," said Mr.
Villars, getting up and beginning to pace
the room.
"It must be a burglar," said Belinda.
"Burglars are not, as a rule, interested
in entomological collections," said the
parson.
"Besides," added Rebecca, "nothing
else is missing. It certainly is unaccountable.
And oh, to be called athief.
I couldn't endure it; I had to run away
with both hands over my e?rs!"
"Your good aunt, my dear forgets that
you are eighteen," said Mr. Villars.
1;And she is a rather imperious woman
and masterful iu her way."
*\DUL iiu 5CU -1CS pelting &*** uu cudure
an insult like that," suid Selinda,
the champion.
"No," faltered Rebecca, "I couldn't.
And so I didu't know where else to go,
and I came here."
"You darling!" said Selinda; "you
came to exactly the right place. And
Randolph will be so glad when he hears
of it!"
"Don't Selinda," said Rebecca, coloring
very red.
At the old Biggins farmhouse, Aunt
Zillah hSd reached down her old dusty
glass ink-bottle and the cedar stick penhandle,
to which a steel pen was carefully
tied with a piece of sewing silk,and
was laboifously concocting a letter to
Marcus Ofhey, in New York, relating the
sad story of Rebecca's guilt.
Now and then, as she wrote, a tear
dropped down on the page?for in her
heart the sharp-tongued, domineering
old lady had been very fond of her
niece.
"I don't want to be ui.iust to anybody,"
wrote Aunt Zillah, "but s.nce I can no longer
place any confidence in the child, I would
like to have your advice as to where I can
provide tor l^r; ami whether, at some
asylum or fold in that great city where you
are, you can get me a good, smart, stirring
girl to?"
"What next?" eaid she. "Be I bewitched?
What is Marcus Offley writin'
to me about?"
The message was very tJricf.
"My Dear Aunt," it said, "pardon mo
/or the little trick I have played you; but I
was so auxious to have Rapparee see this
specimen, and I knew it wouldn't be hurt in
the least. He says it's the finest this side of
the Rockies, and you are a lucky woman to
own it; and any time you want to sell it,
he'll give you twenty-five dollars for it. I
hope you haven't missed it, and been annoyed.
Love to Beck. Ever your affectionate
nephew, M. 0."
"Well, I never," said Aunt Zillah, divided
between rage and exultation. "If
I could just get hold of that boy's ears!
'Hopes I haven't been annoyed!' And
poor, dear Becky! I must go after her
at once, and beg her pardon! Bless
me, it makes my blood run chill to think
what a lot o' names I called her, and she
as innocent the whole time as that white
Brahma chicken in the grass! Where's I
my bonnet?"
Rebecca returned to the farmhouse.
There was no * resisting Aunt Zillah's
frank penitence and genuine regret lor
all the.t had passed.
"Marcus is a scamp!" said Aunt Zillah.
'It's all his fault. But he's right about
one thing. Your voice ought t o be cultivated.
And I won't say anotuer word
of objection about the conservatory, Rebecca."
. "Thank you, Aunt Zillah," said Beck.
"Because really, you knew, a thorough
knowledge of music?church music, I
mean?is almost indispensable to a i
minister's wife, some day!" hiding her)
face behind the veil of honeysuckle I
blooms as she murmured the words.
"Oh!" said Aunt Zilluh. "Randolph
Villars, eh?"
"Please don't tell anybody, Aunt Zil- i
lah," said Beck, "It's a great secret at 1
present. We are both so very young, I
you see. But, oh," with a long breath j
of surprise, "what have you done with
the blue butterfly?"
"I'vesent it back to New York,"said
Aunt Zillah. "I'm going to sell it to
ATutv*iic''c nrofpscor for twp.ntv-fiT'ft dollars
? * t? ? J I
And I shall take the money toward a |
new parlor organ for you, on the instalment
principle."
"Oh, Aunt Zillah! The blue butterfly
that you thought so much-of!" cried
conscience-stricken Rebecca, clasping hei J
hands.
"I did set a deal of store by it," said !
Aunt Zillah, slowly. "But I ain't sartin,
Rebecca, that I don't set more store by
you, for all I'm cross and crabbed sometimes."
With tears in her eyes, Rebecca went
up to her aunt and kissed her.
The blue butterfly certainly couldn't
have done that!?Saturday Night.
- Ice 80,000 Years Old.
The altitude of the Stevens mine on
Mount McClellan, Cal., is 2500 feet. At
the depth of from sixty to 200 feet tht
crevice matter, consisting of silica,
calcite and ore, together with the surrounding
wall rock, is a solid frozen
mucc Arrniellon ie nno of th? hiorhpqi
eastern spurs of the snowy range. Il
has the form of a horseshoe, with a bold
escarpment of feldsparic rock nearlj
2000 feet high, which in some places is
nearly perpendicular.
In decending into the mine nothing
unusual occurs until a depth of eighty or
ninety feet is reached, when the frozen
territory begins and continues for over
2000 feet. There are no indications of a
thaw summer or winter.
The whole of the 2000 feet of frozen
walls is surrounded by massive rocks.
The miners, being unable to excavate
the frozen material with pick and drill
in the usual way, found that the only
way to mine in this peculiar lode was to
kindle a huge fire against the ''face" of
the tunnel, and in the morning take out
the ore that had been thawed loose during
the night.
In fact, this was the only mode of
raining used when going through the
frozen belt some ten or fifteen years
since. The tunnel is now many hundred
feet deep, and still there is no
diminution of the frost. There is,so far
as can be seen, no opening or channel
through which the frost could possibly
have reached such a depth from the surface.
Besides this, there arc many other
mines in the same vicinity in a like frozen
state.
XT iL.i. At. - J -
Here the silk-tied pen fell down, scattering
n cascade of little drops of ink.
Some one had come knocking violently
at the door.
"A passel for you, raarm, come by express,"'
said Abraham Scraggs, the village
scapegrace, who did all sorts of errands
wheu lie didn't forget them.
"Paid!"
"La, mc!*' said Aunt Zillah. "What
can it possibly be?"
But she did not open it until she she
had interposed the solid bulwark of the
cherry wood door between herself and
tut: very eviueut curiosity 01 Aorauarn.
"A wooden box," said she to herself.
"And a paper box inside of that. And
?why, b!e?s and save us, if it ain't?nay
?blue?butterfly!"
She stood staring down at the insect
specimen so intently that she did not at
first perceive the little note that had
fallen from the outer wrappings of the
dox at her feet.
I When at last it caught her orderly
j eye, an oblong blotch on the carpet, she
| made au instinctive dive at it,
iiiu meury is iirau tuu TUUK. was ueposited
in glacial times, when there was
cold enough to freeze the very earth's
heart. In that case the mine is an icehouse,
whose stores have remained unthawed
for at least 80,000 years.
The phenomenon is not uncommon or
inexplicable when openings can be found
through which a current of air can pass,
but cases which, like the Stevens mine,
show no opening for air currents must be
referred to imbedded icebergs of the
glacial period.?Troy (N. Y.) Times.
The Healthful Fast.
Weeks before the appearance of more
alarming symptoms dyspepsia for instance
announces its approach by an unmistakable
want of appetite. That demand for
a temporary suspension of the alimentary
process asserts itself on various occasions,
but never without due cause. In
th&crisis of certain diseases it means
that the organism needs all its available
strength for a process of reconstruction,
as a general would recal his foraging
parties on the eve of a decisive battle.
Id sultry weather it means that one of
the functions of alimentation, viz., the
development of heat, has already been
overdone by other agencies. During the
enforced indoor life of rainy seasons it
means that for want of exercise the digestive
organs have become clogged as a
mill with grist and cannot take any more
contracts until the arrears of former engagements
have been settled. One fast
day would generally suffice to set matters
aright, and it is a good plan to devote
such days to occupations that will
help to divert the mind from the suggestions
of the meal hour. At night fatigue
will negotiate another eight hours'
respite, and the next morning the stomach
as well as its owner will be ready for
breakfast. The ancient lawgivers who
went so far as to make a periodical fast
day a religious duty knew what they
were about.? American Jittral Some.
SAVAGE ARMS.
SHIELDS AND ARMOR USED BT
VARIOUS TRIBES.
CocoanufcCaira6S of South Pacific Islanders?Thick
Corean Armor?
A Body Fence of Sticks
?Some- Shields.
To those whoso acquaintance with
armor is confined to that of the times of
Richard Cceur dc Lion, the primitive
suits in the National Museum at "Washington
would prove a surprise. There
have been knights of all nations and
times; the first 6word was a blade of
clipped flint, the first spear a five-pointed
6tick, the first shield and body armor of
thick skin of wild animals..
Those were the humble bfeginners of
the famous swords, shields and harness
celebrated in song and romance. They
were the equipment of the brave knights
iuvou uauj^^ ?*i \? *41**
JAPANESE WABIUOKS.
Defense and offense are the two great
ideas along which weapons have grown;
nature began it in the conflicts of the
armored slow and the unarmored active
animals, which we seejrepeated between
the ships of to-day. When missiles become
more penetrating the armor must
be made thicker, and: so this fight has
ucl'u ?ai^cu ?iiu vaijry^ ouui^coo iu un
world's history*. }
The suggestion of the use of body
armor nt the present any would recall
the amusing adventurfia of D'on Quixote,
and less than twenty ye^rs ago the Uhlans
of the Franco-Prussian j war were clad in
cuirasses and helmets Jof steel. These
were tested before being issued by rifle
fire nt a certain :range. 11t is just this
sort of armor of different materials that
some barbarous tribes iced up to a few
years sgo.
ESKIMO WAR RIO ft.
Some of the best-armored warriors
that have been met with by '.later travelers
were found by Captain Charles Wilkes,
U. S. Nm in the Kingsmill Islands in the
South Pacific. They wore a heavy cuirass
of cocoanut, woven over a b amboo framework
resembling a barrel chair. Besides
this they inclosed their limbs in a cocoanut
network like chain armor. The helmet
was of the skin of the sea hedgehog.
The suit is admirably fitted to tear out
the jagged shark's teeth set into the
edges of the murderous wooden swords
and spears of these islands. The Kingsmill
natives acted on the belief that
their mail wa3 impregnable until Captain
Wilkes thought it advisable to hang
a suit in the rigging and riddle it with
bullets.
Japanese differs from European armor
by not being closely fitting. It seems to
be rather low in the scale, as it i9 composed
of overlapping plates, a method
that is frequently followed in the beginning
of the making of armor.
CORE AN WARRIOR. _
Numerous attachments were made by
the Japanese armorer 1o the original coat
of mail or cuirass, covering the trunk
and protecting the vital organs. In feudal
times in Japan, th3 daimios.or lorc^,
possessed splendid and serviceable Tiarness,
which was often so heavy as to
hamper the movement!!. The helmet was
generally shallow,with a mask before the
face, made to look as gruesome as possible?looks
are considerably more than
half the Oriental battle.
T? n tV ?
Ill VsUrCall al UlUI tvvouc auutuu maiviiui
used for defence. The ancient Corean
soldier wore a coat of great weight and1
thickness, made up of thirty-two layers i
of course cotton cloth. Tho helmet is.
padded and iron bound, Ontbc outside
> '
of the front and rear pads forming the
coat arc painted protecting sentences!
from Buddhist prayer books. This kind
uf armor was probably introduced from,
China. Cortes, in the Conquest, fought,
against Mexican soldiers equipped in
coats padded with cotton or stuffed with
salt. The Borneo African soldiers also^
wear quilted armor, and protect their
horses with the same material.
.Primitive urmor only protected the
body; the legs are left free to run and
dance about in the skirmish fighting of
wild tribes. The "Romans of Call
fornia," as theHupa and Klamath Indians
were called, wore an armor of wooden
aiats woven' together, fitted around the
arms and neck and fastened over thoj
shoulders with bands of buckskin. A;
stone-headed arrow like these people(
hsed a few years ago would be harmless
against this fence of hard wood sticks.
They also made odd-looking coats or
thick elkskin almost capable of stopping,
a bullet at medium range. Further north'
fhia vnrip.tv nf Rkin-armor is minted with1
grotesque Alaskan figures in glaring col-'
ore.
The Alaskan helmet is also a strikingly
carved and colored object.
.in Aleutian skin coat in the National
Museum shows a curious combination o^
ornament and protection. It is covered,
over with brass Chinese coin called
"cash," sewed on with sinew cord. P]
would be interesting to know how the
Aleutian acquired Chinese money.
V
KINGSMILL ISLANDER. ALASKAN WARRIOR j
It seems strange that the Esquimau:)
high up in Behring Strait should feel the
need of armor. With plates cut frorq
walrus tusk he makes mail put together
like that of the Japanese that are marvels
of patience. When barrel hopes were to
be had he sometimes used these instead
of ivory.
The Churkchies, on the Siberian sidq
of BehriDg Strait, had an armor made of
bands of sealskin that telescoped like a
tourist's drinking-cup. They had a shielq
attachment protecting the sides of the
face, also a square breastpiece hinged dn
with leather thongs.
A shield la detached or mtfvaOIO.aTniOr7,~
While it is tolerably easy to pick out all.
the tribes that have advanced to the use
of a protection worn on the body, all the
barbarian world use shields. Happy was
the Indian that had a "medicine" shield;
no bullet or arrow could hurt him, and,
summit of Indian felicity, it was reputed
to make him successful in battle and
horse-stealing. The Indian buffalo-hide
shield was generally showily decorated
in colors and trapped with red flannel,
scalps, horse-hair and eaglo featherp.
Sometimes the designs relate the exploits
nf t.Vip nwnpr. nr are his own dream de
vice, a kind of cont-of-arms.
African shields compare favorably in
point of area with a whole suit of armor.
They aie made of raw hide, wood or
basket and slat work. The latter are as
pretty weaving as can be found. The
Congo negroes trusted their shields
against bullets lor a time. One of basketwork
in the National Museum has a hole
made by a rifle ball that killed the man
that carried it.
The large round Siamese shields are
neatly woven of split rattan. Long
wooden shields covered with tufts of
hair are found among the head-hunting
Dyaks of Borneo. The New Guinea
shields are of wood, partly covered with
finely woven basket-work.
The most wonderful shield in the
world is that used by some Australian
tribes. It is really a sort of parrying
stick. With it the native turns aside
any spear or other throwing missile sent
against him. An Australian gave an exhibition
of its use to the Prince of Wales
in London some years ago. He parried
with ease soears that were thrown full
force at him from a distance of fifteen
paces.?New York World.
I Electricity Direct From Heat.
For fifty years electricians have been
trying to discover a method of converting
heat directly into electricity, says the
Hartford (Conn.) Courant, but until recently
no results of commercial value
have been obtained. Such a method
now, however, seems to have been discovered
by H. B. Cox, a young man from
Maine, at present living in Hartford.
He claims to have invented an apparatus
for converting heat directly into
electricity, which is so simple in construction
that he does not dignify it by
the name of machine.
By Mr. Cox's method heat is changed
to electricity as simply as water is
changed to steam. His furnace is all
that may be seen. From glowing coals
comes the subtle current, without the aid
of boiler, engine or dynamo. A jet of gas
can be made to run a dental maciiine, a
sewing machine, and anything which requires
no more power than these. No
power has ever been discovered that is
half so cheap as will be electricity obtained
by this new process.
While at his home in Maine he had a
rtmall furnace, which supplied the electricity
for several lights, and all of his
experiments have been successful.
A Wonderfnl African Mountain.
The top of Kiliiua Njaro, the wonderful
mountain lyiug almost under the
equator in Central Africa, lias been
reached by Dr. Meyer. Several ascents
were made to both the Ivibo and the 3fawenzi
summits, the party remaining s xteen
days above a height of 13,000 feet,
and finding the snow-eucircled Kibo
crater 65 00 feet in diameter and 050 feet
! deep. A height of 19,0S0 feet?the
highest point in German territory?was
' reached,-^Trenton (JV. J.) American,
/
Triplet Steers.
The interestiug picture given Below.-of
triplet calves is copied fromihe &:ral
New Yorker. The steers belong to Josiah
8. Kenerson, of Barnet, Vt. Mr. Kenerson
writes of the animals:
"The mother of the steers is a nineyear-old
high grade Shorthorn cow which
had always dropped single calves until
May 3, 1889, when she gave birth to
these triplets. Their sire was a very fine
full blooded Shorthorn bull, which, so
far as I have heard, had always begot
single calves until this case. The steers
were castrated when a few weeks old.
They were born May 3. I bought them;
on August 12. They were allowed toj
suckle the dam until I look them on.'
August 14. I then tried to teach them!
to drink new milk as taken from the cow,,
but they would not touch it. I fed!
j
8HEM, HAM AJfD JAPHETH.
them on hay, ground oats and wheat
bran, and after a few days began to give
them ears of eorn left from the table in
the boiliug season. They relished the
green ears very much.
As the corn matured I put them on
the hard corn, giving them two or three
ears each now and then. They are now
eating about three quarts of bran apiece
each day, and also, first, a handful of
oats, then two or three ears of corn andj
afterward a few roots?beets or carrots.)
They have gained very finely.
They are colored exactly alike and.
marked rouiy alike, except that Shem
has a star on his forehead. No person'
can tell which is the tallest. A farmerl
called to see them this week and I
asked him to select the largest one; he
looked them over and carefully made nis
selection. I then "mixed them up'' and'
asked him to tell me the smallest. He1
made his selection, and, to his surprise,*
he had picked the sume steer.
Willing to Ohllge.
I nr. 1S11QKS?"IjOt a splinter iu yuui~.
foot, eh? Put it up here eo that I can
see it." 1
Billy the Tumbler?"Suttingly, boss."
?Muntey's Weekly. >
The Barber Polo and Basin.
The sign of the striped pole, which can
be seeD at the door of every barbershop,
was adopted as emblematical of the pro
cess of blood-letting, which practice was
a common remedy for nearly all diseases
until about fifty years ago. The patient's
arm, usually the left, was made bare, he
was then given a short round stick tc
grasp in his hand, the arm was then
tightly wrapped with a narrow bandage
or tape to the elbow. This was done in
order to get all the blood above the point
where the lancet was to be inserted. The
red stripe on the pole is symbolical of the
arterial blood, the blue stripe of theveiDS
or venous circulation and the white of
the arm. The brass basin sometimes suspended
from the barber's pole (quite
common in Europe, though rarely 6een
in this country) was anciently one of the
utensils of the barber. It resembles a
tin pie plate with a semi-circular gap in
one side to encompass the throat and so
prevent the lather from soiling vhe clothes.
This was found necessary, as the party
being shaved was compelled to sit in an
upright position. It will be remembered
A _
tnat "uon Quixote assunjeu u wiuci a
basin as a hemlet.
It was not until the reign of George II,
about 1757, that the barber ceased to bo
anything but a barber, as we now understand
the term. During the fifth and
sixth centuries the custom of shaving was
nearly obsolete. It was not revived in
Europe until the seventeenth century.
During the reigns of Louis XIII and XVI
of France, both of whom ascended the
throne in boyhood, the fashionable people
soon began to make free use of the
razor that they might resemble their
youthful sovereigns. It will be observed
that the desire to imitate great men did
not originate with the present generation
j and, it is safe to predict, will not die
with it.?Washington Star.
,
The country lost, by fire Jast yea
$123,000,000 wortfc^of property.
QUIET LIVES.
Like the quiet flow of a summer stream^
Or the peaceful tenor of a poet's dream
In starry nights,
With the stellar gleams in whirl o'erhead, "
And the laugh o' the moon on the river shod
In shaded lights? - . And
ghostly sylphs, with their tread of air,
Flitting about to the music fair?
These quiet hours
Of a life secluded from the busy mart
Of the world's great, longing, restless heart
And nervous powers?
Delight the soul?that happy soul
That knows the continent control
Of a simple mind * * *
Of a heart and brain that know no longing,
Of a soul that knows no wrong, nor wrong'
ing
His human kind;
Among his store of timo-stain'd books,
Who for his daily pleasure looks,
\ And asks no more.
Whose mind to all the world is kind,
To grosser passions, evils?hlind;
And from whose door
The beggar never turns in vain
f/wl r\r> ehalfor frnm t.hft Pflifl
And cheering smile.
********
Blesfc, thrice blest?lives like these?they
spring
In sheltered corners of the world?and bring
An increase with them?like the lowly flowers
That bloom in woodland byways, stayed by
showers
Of night-kiss'd dew (that falls when angels
weep),
And all the world is wrapt in mystic sleep.
?Philadelphia Ledger. '
PITH AND_ POINT.
A rope gets tight because that's the
way it is taut.?Statesman. '
The man who has to fight single
habded generally doe3 it double fisted.?
Statesman.
In the matter of breathing, one air is
just as good as a millionaire.?Binghamton
liepublican.
Law is dry because all acts are gen-?
erally cut and dried belore ttiey Decome
laws.?Picayune.
The wise employe always laughs
promptly when the proprietor maks3 a
joke.?Somerville Journal.
A man never knows how much he can
do till he trie3?nor how bady he can do
it. either.? Washington Post.
With a good many young men, love is
a matter of losing the head rather than
the heart.?Burlington Free Press.
<(This is a hard set," as the hen said
when she was trying to hatch a porcelain
exx?Boston Commercial _ - ' It
is "Women in Medicine" now.
When delicate health was fashionable it
was medicine in women.?Texas Siftings.
"There is a good deal of mud slinging
in politics just now." "There is that.
It's a regular rain of terra."?New York
Herald.
"Why, Tennyson, what ia all this
broken glass here on the floor?" "Oh, it's
a little thing I dashed off a few minutes
nrrn " 'PnrJc.
A Nevada forest is said to be so vast
and impenetrable that many travelers ^
have been lost in mere contemplation of
it .?^American Grocer.
Point for Barnum?Always engage a
squint-eyed man for a lion tamer, because
he can fix two beasts at once vrth his x
eyes.?Fliegende Blatter.
"At the North Pole, Hans, they have >
nights six months long." "Oh, but,
father, just think of the pooi watchmen."?jFliegende
Blatter.
Brown?"Did the dog cat up much
when he got into the pantry?" Sfre.
Brown?"Yes; everything but the dogbiscuit."?Harper's
Bazar.
"Was there any applause at the close
of your lecture?" "No; the ^dience
were so sorry that I was throug they
couldn't applaud."?Harper's Bat \ f
He told her all the jokes he knew.
'Twas thus she 6poke when he got throughj
"Vau ?n<rVif. trt hour TTrnnlf fiimnkins tell
Those stories. My! He does them well."
( ?Washington Post.
It is altogether wrong and improp^ry
besides being impolite, for any one to
speak of the doctor's servant as the valet
of the shadow of death.?Somen ilia
i' Journal.
> "Time will prove my client innocent!"
" cried Squiljig. "Your argument carries
1 some wait with it," observed tho
1 court. And Squiljig laughed so heartily
1 that he won his case.?Harper's Bazar.
"Well, who are you?" asked Fangle
of a man he met in his hall with his
hands full of silverware. "I'm the
Chairman of the Appropriation Committee,"
replied the burglar.?Munsey's
Weekly. ' - ??;
Teacher?' 'How many of you can tell
me something about grass? Well, Johnny,
what do you know about it?" Johnny?"Please,
ma'am, it is something you
always have to keep off'n."?TimesDemocrat.
Shoe Dealer (to young widow, who is 7
>m?ilrnfr nver a nile of ladies' slippers)?
"Arc you lookiDg for No. 2, ma'am?"
Young Widow (blushing)?"Yes, sir.
Are you an unmarried man?"?Burlington
Free Prm.
"You never saw such a dog as my Nero! 7"
The other day a friend borrowed him to
go shooting with. He didn't havo any
luck, and when they came back Nero
actually dragged him to the stand of a
game dealer."?Fliegende Blatter.
Tramp?"Madatn, I'm weary and discouraged,
can I go out in the barn and
- die?" Lady of the House?"Poor man!
I'm sorry for you. But you'll have to
come soine other time. We're going to
' J ?i )) rr__
Dave a uauce uut tuuic iv-ui^ut. ?juurpcr's
Bazar.
A lecturer on physical beauty says
"holding one's hands up makes the veins
swell and induces a large, coarse development.''
Train robbers, who order
their victims to "throw up your hands,"
should be informed of this fact.?Norrtitown
Herald. , ' dg
1 There are said to be thirtj-two
sand j2romifie3 in the Bible. . - HB