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VOL. V. NO. 41
Bennington.
[Read at the Centennial celebration of the
battle of Bennington, at Bennington, Vt,
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On this fair valley's verdant breast
The calm sweet ravs of summer rest
And dove-like peace benignly broods
On its smooth lawns and solemn woods.
A century since, in flame and smoke,
The storm of battle o'er it broke,
And, ere the invader turned and fled,
These pleasant fields were strewn with dead. ;
Stark, quick to act and bold to dare,
And Warner's mountain band were there.
And Allen, who had flung the pen
Aside to lead the Berkshire men.
With fiery onset, blow for blow,
They rushed upon the embattled foe,
And swept his squadron from the vale,
Like leaves before the autumn gale.
Oh! never may the purple stain
Of combat blot these fields again,
Nor this fair valley ever cease
To wear the placid smile of peace.
Yet here, beside that battle-field,
We plight the vow that, ere we yield
The rights for which our fathers bled
Our blood shall steep the ground we tread.
? William Cullen Bryant.
APPLES. j
Miulame sat in the sunny window sewing.
The needle twinkled in her rapid
fingers, ^nd the 6carlet stuff she stitched,
glittering in tne snmignt, snea a re- j
llected luster on her black hair, her j
tintless face, the bits of coral in her j
well-set cars.
Madame prefers to be on the top story, !
she says. One is there away from the
dust and noise of the street. Also, it :
costs le38. Also, she will tell you gaily, |
she can sec the tops of the sails, and the
sun-lit masts of the ships that come and
go at the wharves. toward which this j
dingy street looks down. The shipR
bring wealth and plenty to somebody, i
Some of them come from France. Ah, ;
beautiful France ! It is like being a !
poet, or having a fine imagination, to '
own a window one can see the world :
out of. 9
Should any oue pity madame or
officiously offer her sympathy, she will
shrug her shoulders magnificently,
spread out her hands, and say : " Whatwill
yon ?" glancing toward her window
as though the world were at her feet.
Has she not her sunshine, her sewing, j
and her little Fitine, who flits np and J
down the ladder-like stairs like a bntter- :
fly ? Fifine has black eyes and a danc- }
ing smile. Fifiue is madame's poem, !
hor princess; she does not know poverty, j
They had been poor in Paris, but Fifine j
had never-gone hungry; they had wanted
many things in Paris, but Fifine had al- !
ways her gay frilles dresses and her tiny j
polished slippers. Was not her father j
a professor ? was not her mother a lady ? !
Should they, then, associate on equal j
terms with that degraded and degrading '
thing called poverty ? Nay ^indeed ! it |
might own the house, but it'should not i
sit at the board.
It was poverty that had driven this
family* thoughtlessly thoughtful, to
America.. Professor Pierre would come
here and teach the people French. It
was a wide country, a roomy country, :
and the people needed education. Pro- i
fessor Pierre set sail, and died on the :
passage.
"Ah, but he was a scholar!" says
Madame, sighing. "If he have live" ;
. (madame'8 English is not quite so perfect
as her French) "we shall by this
time have the little viaison champetre, :
the pretty place in the oountry, and the i
little school, and the garden which we
have talk and dream of so much in Paris.
For there is room in America?ah, so
much of room!"
She looks up, smiling, from her work,
as a light footstep comes flying along the
ladder-like itair.
" So come the angles !" says madame, !
devoutly, as Fiflne dances in. She has
her tiny apron full of red apples, which i
tumble out and roll upon the floor. Tfie
sunshine, gleaming on madame's scarlet
sewing, seems to recognize the ripe
round fruit, and glows anew as having
mei lb eisewnere m uweei iamiuur t
orchards and on sunny slopes of far-away 1
hills.
"All for you, maman," cries Fifine,
look;ng down on the treasure. "And 1
oh, maman, he will give me a ride in the
great wagon out to the beautiful country
and the little old mother!"
Madame's cheeks flush, her eyes scin- ,
tillate with an angry light..
"What is it you say, Fifine? And i who
gave you these ?"
But the child only answered breathlessly
and confusedly. The apples were
delicious, and Fifine was happy, but
mad^me did not like strangers nor
strangers' gifts. -She sat anxiously at
the high window next day, looking down
for Fifine as she came from school.
The street was long and winding, i
grimy and decaying; but people swarmed
in it as if life was not undesirable. They
throye in the scents and sounds and stifl- i
ing air; they laugliod, they chatted, they
oongregated in the tumble-down door- ;
ways; and looked their poverty square
in the face, shook hands with it, as it
were.
But the street had its pleasures too, 1
once in awhile, and its pictures. As at'
this instant, when madame, looking down ;
from the high window, saw a wagon-load
of apples come jolting along, ruddy,
nVininnonil mallnn? A Virtn'n ft '
bat and a bine shirt sat in the midst of ?
the heap, and a tall, sunburned young
fellow, with trousers tucked in his boots,
walked alongside, hand in hand with a
child, who danced about him, with her
golden hair flying and her pretty feet
twinkling, as she pointed up laughing to
the far window where madame sat.
In ome sudden moment she saw the
little one caught up, deposited in a halffull
basket, and both, lifted on the young
man's shoulder, disappeared in the
house.
Up stairs they came, tramping, laugh- :
ing and Fifiue, eager, jovfnl and breathless,
was deposited at the door.
44 Oh, mamma!" she cried, clapping
her hands, 44 see what we have brought !
you ! And here is Monsieur Jack."
Outside, abashed, blushing, stood the j
oung man with the basket, Madam 1
i BE
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appearing on the threshold put him to
utter confusion. She had tne bearing
of a duchess.
"What will you?" queried she,
haughtily.
"Excuse me, ma'am," was the stammering
reply, as the intruder doffed his
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great straw nat. "x uieau?x tuu uui i
mean?that is, I promised the little one i
a ride."
"And?" said madam, sternly.
" And," answered the youth, gathering
up oourage, his honest, kindly eye
looking straight into hers, " she needs a
little change; a ride would not harm
her, madam."
"It is a liberty unpardonable. In
my country it is not known that a vendor?a
street vendor?will intrude himself
on a lady's apartment. People
know their place, and "?
"I beg your pardon, madam. You
are right," interrupted the stranger, his
eheeks flushing hotly. "But this is
America, not Paris. Good-day."
He was gone. The place was blank
and desolate. The apples lay on the
floor. The sunlight had faded from the
window. Fifine set up a frightful cry
of disappointment. Ah! no ride, no
pleasure, no delights in prospect now.
She did not go dancing off to school
next day, singing as she went. She
came back with a headache, carrying it
gloomily up to the top floor and the
waiting mother.
Two days, three passed. Fifine was
really ill. She chatted incessantly of
the ride and the beautiful country. She
cried to see Monsieur Jack, as she had
named her friend.
One day madam slipped down stairs
to buy some apples. It was the day for
Monsieur Jack's appearance. The young
man bowed when he caught sight of
this princess from the top floor. Sliould
he carry the apples up stairs for her ?
Little Fifine, sitting flushed and feverish
among a heap of pillows, lit up radiantly
at sight of the sunburned face
and great straw liat.
"Ah! mamma," she cried, clapping
her hands, "now we shall go in the
country!"
But Fifine was ill. Not for a dav nor
a week, but for a long, wearv month, the
little creature pined and sickened in the
upper story of the tenement-house.
And it fell out that nearly every day the
young man's step sounded on the stair,
and Monsieur Jack's face became familiar
to all the neighbors as he made his way
to the topmost floor.
He petted Fifine, he chatted to her,
and chajmed madam by stepping softly
in spite of his big boots. Fifine watched
hungrily for his ooming, and thus it was,
doubtless, that madam also found herself
sometimes listening for his footstep on
the stair. . . /
One sunny afternoon she stood smooth- |
ing her glossy hair in the cracked looking-glass.
The day was a hopeful one.
The air was clear, the sun shone, Fifine
was better. Madam's eyes brightened
as she stood at the glass. She adjusted
her knot oL ribbon, she touched up the
white ruffle about her shapely throat.
Without, there wan a creaking of the
rickety stair. The eyes shone brighter
in the dim little mirror. Madam stopped
in her toilet suddenly, seeing their expectant
visitor.
" Can it be possible ?" she said to her
self. " Have I come to this?to sewing
in a garret, to starving, to begging
almost, for Fifine, and to looking forward
every day to the visit of a young
man who is an apple vendor ? Paul?
Professor Paul, was I ever worthy of
thee ?"
But when she opened the door, and
Monsieur Jack stood modestly on the
threshold, madam's eyes did not lose
their sparkle. He brought a bunch of
pinks for Fifine.
"Ah!" cried Fifine, clapping her
hands, "they came from the country
When shall we go?ob, when shall we
go, mama?"
The mother looked at her tenderly,
pitifully. The child had grown so thin
with long illness.
"My little one," she said, "I wish I
was back with thee in my beautiful
Paris, where we should have music and,
flowers and parks, and "?
" You can have them all here," interrupted
Monsieur Jack, quietly.
There were tears in Madam's eyes, but
she turned upon him hotly.
" What will you ?" she said. " Shall
I take shame to myself that I am poor ?
I was poor in Paris, but I named it not
so. In my own country I have pleasant,
gentle life. My Paul is very wise, very
quiet. He will not have touch himself
with what is rude and rough. I have
my pot of flowers ; I have my fete days.
It costs but a few sous to be happy.
Ah ! why did we ever come away, my
petite, to be reminded that we are beg
gars!"
Madam caught up her white handkerchief
and wipe,1 her eyes. There was
an awkward pause. Monsieur Jack
played with Fifine's long locks, looking
down 6ilent and reproved.
Fifine, not knowing what was the matter,
began to cry.
" Ah, yes," said madam, excitedly,
seeing the child's tears. It is no fault of
mine, monsieur, that my little Filine is
ill and pining. I cannot advertise that
I must have her helped; and I am poor!
I am poor! I am poor!''
Tf to be a relief to madam's
mind that this well-kept secret was out
at last.
"Madam," said the visitor, rising, "I
also am poor."
"Excuse me, I pray you," said
madam, her face paling suddenly; "I
have talk much?it is weak. I ask your
pardon."
" When shall we go?when shall we
go in the country ?" asked Fifine, seeing
a pause.
"Thou canst not alone, lit le one,"
said the mother, smiling, and rallying
her spirit.
"She need not go alone, madam,"
suggested Monsieur Jack, patting the
child on the head?" not if you will go
with her. *
Ah ! what can poor people do ? Was
not madam the wife of a professor, and
was not her pride [very great therefor ?
Could she go out riding with an apple
vendor ?
"When?" repeated the tiny invalid,
imperatively.
And the mother, driven into a corner, i
answered : "To-morrow."
*****
There was a little ojd woman in a yel-1
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low gown stepping quickly about the i
farm-house kitchen. She was making
fine biscuit, her brisk, hordy hands I
molding them deftly and quickly. She |
has set out a round table with a white
cloth, taking down the shining dishes ;
from the old-fashioned dresser.
" They will soon be here, I think,"
she says, ever and anon looking from the |
great door, of which the upper half;
swings in, after the manner of old Dutch
farm-houses.
She comes out presently, smiling and i
courtesyiDg to a party who drive up in
a neat little one-horse wagon. "This
is my mother," says the young man wno |
drives the equipage. He lifts down j
Fifine ; he helps madam to alight.
Fifine's face is shining like that of a i
cherub new fledged in paradise. She !
kisses the little old mother, and they are J
friends instantly.
After that rare, that delicious lunch j
in the old kitchen, they went wandering
about the place?to the old hen barn, to !
the pasture, where two cows stood pa- j
tiently and stupidly looking through the
bars. "They are tame!" said Fifine,
who had once been to a menagerie.
The little old mother laughed, and the
two prattled gayly along hand in hand.
Madam, with a wild rose in her hair,
strolled ahead with the elate Monsieur
1 Jack. Round them rolled the billowy
hills, a faint autumnal haze floating at
their low summits, and the smoke from
there and then a farm-house wreathing
up to the sunlight. Some birds twittered
softly in the copse, scarcely distributing,
the silence and sweetness of
the summer time hush. A tiny brook
running along the hedge glittering with
cardinal flowers. Her companion gath-?
ered a handful of the flaming spikes
for madam.
"Ah, how beautiful they are!" she
cried. "How beautiful it all is here!
One could, indeed, live here forever-"
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She glanced about at tne purpie nms,
the fields, the peace and plenty everywhere.
44 How can you have all these glories,
and be poor?" she asked. "In my
country a peasant would call himself
rich with all these. He will have manv
friends, and his wife will wear a silk
gown. He will not traffic in the city with
the canaille."
A deep flush rose to the young man's
[ cheek. He did nst reply at once.
"Madam," said he, at length, "in
this country there are no peasants. We
are all free, and we do not care for trifles.
A man who owns his little farm is independent;
he can make his own market if
lie chooses. That is enterprise; that
is what keeps the fences trim, and the
little old mother stirring. I buy and sell
where I can. I have no wife to object,"
he added, laughing; " and for the rest, I
am, after all, a poor i^an."
" Such poverty !" cried madam, lifting
her hands. 4 4 Here, I repeat, I could stay
forever, my friend."
44 And w;ll you ?" said Monsieur Jack,,
turning his sunburned face suddenly
upon her. 44 See, madam, how happily
we have spent the day together. Let us
have many such."
Fifinecame flitting up the path, laughing
and singing.
44 Oh, stay! oh, stay, maman !" she
cried; 44 the dear old mother will not let
us go away"
441 shall buy my wife a silk gown
whispered Monsier Jack, mischievously.
44 Say yes, maman," cried Fiflne.
And madam, blushing and smiling,
looked down at the cardinal flowers and
said 44 Yes. "?Harpers Weekly.
Sunday in the Black Hills.
A correspondent, writing from Deadwood
in the Black Hills says : On the
Sabbath day the streets present a perfect
Babel of confusion. Ox trains and
r?nlo bom# Klrvk f.hft stroets. their
drivers shouting and cursing in a vain
attempt to unravel the tangled teams.
Auctioneers strain their throats, while
the eating-house keepers add to the
clamor by inviting with bells and gongs
the poorly-fed miners to walk in and get
a square meal. The sidewalks are
crowded, and locomotion is difficult.
Bootblacks invite the passers-by to take
seats in their comfortable booths on the
edge of the walks, while the newsboys
lift their shrill voices and announce the
latest news from the strikers, the
Indians, or the road agents. While the
city is thus in the possession of people
from outside camps, hundreds of those
who can get away roam through the
country, and the roads in every direction
are lively with pedestrians who are
visiting the various mines, or going to
see how their own ventures are progressing,
for nearly everybody has a
claim of some sort, and all expect to
realize a fortune. A ride through the
country is refreshing, indeed, after one
has tired of the confusion in the city on
a Sunday. The greater portion of the
cabins are of course closed and locked,
as their proprietors are "seeing life,"
but occasionally one is found where the
inmates are more frugal. Some are
reading, some playing cards, some resume
practice on their fiddle and accordeon,
and some are busy in pounding
rocks, snxious to find colors. Once in a
while you will come across a cabin
which is distinguished from the others
by an air of neatness and taste. The
path before the door has been swept.
The window has a curtain and perhaps a
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lew plants, ana a iitue ueu ui vegeuiuies
is visible. If the door is open, yon will
see a clean floor with perhaps a strip of
carpet on it, and a rude bedstead with
snowy sheets and pillow slips. Look
carefully, and you are sure to find a
woman and probably a baby. When
you discover such a habitation, if you
will examine those immediately about it
you are certain to find a comparative
degree of neatness prevailing, although
they are inhabited by men alone, for
one woman has a refining effect on a
whole neighborhood, and the rough,
lonesome bachelor miners are ashamed
to live in dirt while their neighbor's
woman can see it.
The young ladies in Upper Sandusky,
O., are aiding the Murphy temperance
movement in the following manner:
When a young man calls upon one of
them with matrimonial intentions, he
finds a Murphy badge ou one corner of
the center table, and on the opposite
corner the representation of a mitten,
nud he is asked to decide which corner
he accepts.
FOR'
ROYAL CC
, THURSDAY, SEP
LUNG-SING AND THE INDIANS.
11* . a Chinese Miner Held the Fort Against !
a Hand of Sionx?Chased from Boston |
Town, He Strikes It Rich In Baked Po- j
tato-A Cave with Ontlets~Sle?e of j
Chln.Lnnv, and How It was Raised.
When Boston Town, in the Black
Hills, and about thirty miles from Deadwood,
woke up one morning, and found
a Chinaman walking with his kit on his
shoulder, every old miner was dumbfounded.
It had been given out, and
was generally understood, that Boston
Town wouldn't wait a minute before
shooting the first Chinaman who dared
to show his head in camp, and this '
traveler ought to have been posted. He !
coolly walked about trying to discover
whether the diggings werd rich or poor,
and nodding familiarly to every miner >
who showed his head. It took the camp
just four minutes to realize the situation,
blow the rallying horn, and resolve:
"Thatthere is one of them blamed
Chinese in camp, and it is our duty to
teach him a great moral lesson."
Lung-Sing went out o' there like a
tornado, his sheet-iron frying pan banging
the back of his head at every jump,
and his heels digging up a perfect
shower of gravel. None of the bullets
fired at him took effect, and breakfast
was hardly eaten before tne incident was
forgotten. The Chinaman was out there
to make a stake. He knew all about the
Indians, but when chased out of Boston
Town, he pushed right ahead over the
frontier and up the hills, and when he
"struck yellow " he was four miles in
advance of any camp. Lung-Sing wasn't
one of your dirt washers or gravel pawers,
but he struck for quartz rock, and
lie kept a loose eve squinting around for
nuggets. He halted where he did, because
it was far enough from white
miners, near enough to the Indians, and
the place offered a secure retreat. It
woo a narra crf-Amlinc into the hill Or
rooge since christened Baked Potato.
The hole was large enough for three
men to enter abreast, and the cave was
cut up in curious shape. Back twenty
feet from its mouth it split into three
caves, each winding around in a half
circle, and after a short time Lung-Sing
discovered that each of the three had an
outlet on the hill, but not within half a
mile of each other." "Alle light," he
mused, as he made ready to take possession
in the name of the Celestial Empire,
" alle light; Injun man come if he
wan tee, Lung-Sing no flaid."
There was rich quartz rock in the cave.
In one month after being occupied by a
party of six white men it panned out
$17,000. Lung-Sing knew that he had
struck a big thing, and his mind was
made up to stay there, Indians .or no Indians.
In the afternoon of the second
day after he began work the Chinaman,
who was working by torchlight, felt a
twist at his pig-tail, and he glanced
around to discover an Indian warrior beside
him. Some Chinamen would have
"played calf at once," but Lung-Sing
was working for $200 per day. At the
second jerk on his queue he seized his
torch, and thrust it in the face of his captor.
The next instant he was rattling
hie canoe-toed shoes down the dark passage
with a noise Mke a horse galloping on
a plank sidewalk. When he climbed out
on the hillside and looked down, he saw
a score of Indians around the mouth of
the cave, and one of them was hopping
around, as if he didn't feel well. LungSing
sat there behind a bush and chuckled
and grinned for an hour, and when
the redskins departed he went back to
his work, sagely musing:
"If Injun manee flink I'm a fool he
find outee."
They were certain to come again. He
had no arms except a light shot gun and
a hatchet, but he had come to stay. The
idea of his dusting out of that just because
a few hundred Indians might object
to his presence was too absurd to
contemplate. He stretched a score of
bark strings across the mouth of the cave,
aud then connected them with a single
string running back to his work. This
last string ran along the roof and over a
stone splinter, and held up a stone which
mnaf. fall tn tlia floor if anv one attemDt- I
ed to displace the strings across the
month of the cave. When he had finished
this work and satisfied himself that it
could be depended on, the heathen drew
down his left eye, slanted his hat over
his left ear, and quoted Confucius.
The redskins weren't at all pleased at
the way they had been cheated, and next
jporning a whole car load of them returned
to the cave, having torches to explore
it. When they saw the bark
strings across its mouth they suspected
a trap, and fooled around for two or
three hours. Meanwhile Lung-Sing was
plying hammer and pick, bringing down
ninety per cent, of gold with every ten
per cent, of stone. He had struck it
rich. "Spat!" came the stone .which
he had fixed up for a signal bell, and
the long-eyed heathen scored for a start
and get away in fine style. The Indians
halted in the mouth of the cave to -peer
around and light their torches, and during
this delay Lung-Sing wasn't stopping
to play marbles on the floor of the cave.
He emerged from the same cavity as
before, a little damp under the collar,
but in prime condition. He was making
his left eye wink cutely at his right, and
figuring up the profits of his morning's
work, wh?n he heard the Indians coming.
They had divided into three bands and
followed the three passages. He got.
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Instead of mating ior xkjbiuu iuwu ur
Measles City, he slid down the mountain
side and entered the cave by the front
door. The Indians had brought along
almost a wagon load of dry grass and
weeds, expecting to have to smoke him
out. There was a strong draft through
the cave, and when the heithen discovered
the grass, and that none of the
savages had remained behind, he nearly
wrenched himself to pieces to carry out
a suddenly conceived plan. In the
course of seven or eight nlinutes he had
carried the grass to the point where the
cave split, and he choked each passage
as far as the material would go. Then
he pulled out his match box and listened
and waited. He reasoned that the Indians
would return by the same routes,
and he was right. He heard them in the
three passages almost at the same time,
and when the foremost was not more
than forty feet away the match was
lighted. The grass was like tinder, and
the draft drew the roaring flames into
the passages in an instant. Three grand
yells from the three bands reached
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Lung-Sing at once, and lie put his finger
on his nose and softly said: " LungSing
somebody's flool, maybe."
The redskins got a terrible roasting. '
It has been twice stated by members of .
the same band that not a savage escaped
injury, and it is certain that more than
a dozen cooked and charred bodies were
found in the passages weeks afterward
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Dy wniie men. xnose wuu^ui out wwo ;
terribly burned, and several died at
their village. As the redskins had found
no one in the cave the fire appealed to
their superstition. They believed the
place to be occupied bv the spirit of
some outlawed warrior; he had kindled
the flames in revenge on them for daring
to intrude. None of them had ever
been near the cave again up to six weeks
ago.
Lung-Sing, rearranged his signal, and
returned to his work. In the gray of
morning, six weeks after he had been
driven out of Boston Town, an early
riser caught sight of him again. He
was trotting along at the head of four
pack males and a dozen Chinamen, all
loaded down, but he hadn't time to stop
and explain whether they carried goods
to set up an " original dollar store " in
the Hills, or had the material which
yellow-boys are made of. The miners
nad their own ideas about that, and after
a close search they discovered the cave
and its great riches.
Girls Attacked by a Buck,
Jennie Moigan, Kittie Vail and Gertrude
Dykman, aged eighteen, seventeen
and fifteen, respectively, all of Brooklyn,
N. Y., came to spend a brief vacation
with some relatives who dwell near the
Blooming Grove (Pa.) Park association's
pond. A fishing excursion was arranged
lor them, and they took an old boat and
rowed out into the water and anchored.
They fished for several hours, and then
rowed once or twice arouhd the pond,
and then started to row across to the
point from which they started. Near
the center of the pond the head of a
buck hove in sight. The maidens took
the situation as coolly as the circumsfflTifPR
would admit, and betran to nad
die with a will Bat the animal gained
upon them, and seeing that further efforts
to reach the shore would bo futile,
they stopped paddling and prepared for
an attack. And their preparations were
not in vain ; for, slashing and plunging,
and with eyes like balls of fire, the buck
bore down upon them. When he was
within a few feet of the boat, one with a
piece of a seat, and the others each with
one of the oars, made a thrust at the
buck's head. The blows sent him under
the water, but in an instant it shot up,
and the buck planted his fore feet into
the side of the boat, nearly capsizing it,
and throwing Miss Dvknian and Miss
Morgan out into the pond. Miss Vail
seized the opposite side of the boat and
saved herself. The two girls now, each
with one hand, seized the buck by the
antlers, and clung to the boat witn the
other. Miss Vail began to bring heavy
blows to bear upon the buck's head, but
with little effect. The snorting monete*
swayed and pluuged, yet the plucky girls
maintained their hold, and screamed.
Within a few rods of the pond lives a
German, who, hearing their cries,
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Hastened to me pouu wiwi ms nue. iuc
girls still clinging to tlie l>oat, which
was about five hundred yards from the
shore, the buck had freed itself, and was
swimming for the opposite shore. Getting
into an old scow, the German paddled
out to a good range and shot the
buck dead. After the Germali liad landed
the maidens, Miss Dykman and Miss
Morgan fainted. They were cared for in
a farm house near by. The clothing of
the two girls who had been in the water
was nearly torn from them, and they
were considerably scratched and bruised
by the deer's antlers. The deer was
brought to the shore, and when dressed
weighed over two hundred pounds.
How Some English Girls Many.
According to an Euglish paper, the
richest heiress nowr on the engaged list
is Miss Crawsbay, the daughter of the
Vulcan of the Hills in South Wales. Her
dowry is said to be ?500,000, and she is
about to bestow this with her hand and
heart upon a briefless barrister on the
South Wales circuit. I should be very
happy to take her sister upon the same
terms, if I felt inclined to marry?for
money. These iron masters' daughters
have a very considerate way of selecting
poor men for their husbands, for Sir
George Elliott's daughter married one of
the special correspondents of the Daily
News, and a few days ago the heiress of
a Durham colliery proprietor bolted with
the editor of a north country newspaper.
It is said of one of these ladies, perhaps
it would be cruel to say which?for the
manoeuvre after all was innocent enough
?that meeting with a gentleman onboard
a steamer which was engaged in laying a
deep sea cable in the Atlantic, they very
naturally took to flirting on the quarter
deck. The lady was all alone except
with papa. The gentleman made himself
agreeable, and, being tall and handsome
of course soon ingratiated himself
with the iron-king's daughter. One day,
finding himself alone, he proposed there
and then. "Hush!" said the lady,
" papa is asleep on the sofa and might
hear you. Let us take a stroll on deck."
" i am very sorry," said the lady, resuming
the conversation on deck, "but,
of course, you did not know when you
were talking to me below that I was engaged.
But I have a sister at home who
is exactly like me; you would not know
us apart, and when you return home I
will introduce you to her." The introduction
followed in due course, and the
marriage within six months. The court- j
ship all took place by proxy.
Lake Superior.
There are few persons in this country,
and still less in the old world, who have
anything like an adequate conception of
the immense extent of this great inland
sea. To the lakes of Europe it bears
about the same relative comparison in
point of size as the Missouri and Mississippi
bear to the European rivers. The
lakes of England and Scotland are mere
puddles compared with this leviathan.
Lake Superior is 500 miles long,, and its
greatest breadth is 100. Its circumference
is about 1700 miles, or about half
the distance from Boston to Liverpool.
Lake Superior contains one island nearly
as large as Scotland ! and has si^vernl
as large as Rhode Island and Dela^re.
RIBI
$2.00 per i
THE COTTON GIN.
ilintory of the Invention?Culture of Cotton
?The Old method of Cleaning.
The cotton gin was invented in 1793. j
The cultnre of cotton was begun in the i
Southern colonies in 1770. It was an
experiment for which the older nations ,
of the world were not prepared, and was j
suited only to a bold and adventurous i
people. In 1784, the year after the I
close of the Revolutionary war, a vessel
from this country, that had carried to
Liverpool eight bales of cotton, was
seized in that port upon the suspicious
charge of illicit trade, grounded on the ;
nrflRnmntinn that so larare a ouantity of '
cotton oould not possibly have been the i
production of the United States. Eleven j
years later than this, in 1795, when the '
commercial treaty which bears the name !
of Mr. Jay was negotiated between the '
United States and Great Britain, one j
article of the treaty, as it originally i
stood, prohibited the exportation from !
this country, in American vessels, of;
such articles as Great Britain had previously
imported from the West Indies.
Mr. Jay was surprised to learn subsequentlv
that cotton was included in this
prohibition, and still more surprised to j
be 'made acquainted with the fact, of 1
which he was till then wholly unaware,
that cotton was becoming an article of
export from the United States. The culture
was continued, amid difficulties and
embarrassments which constantly threatened
its abandonment, till in 1791 the
whole amount of cotton exported from
the United States was but 189,316
pounds. The next year, that preceding
the invention of the cotton gin, the
amount exported was diminished 50,900
pounds. There was, in fact, from the
incipiency of the culture to the period
of this invention, no indication of any
tendency to an increase of the produc*
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tion. Tlie cmei aimcuiiy m iue pn?ccation
of the enterprise had been found
to be the extremely slow and laborious
processof cleaning the green-seed cotton,
or separating it from the seed; and so
serious had this embanjhssment come to
be regarded that the cultivators were
generally inclined to yield to it as an insuperable
objection to what had been
the grand design of the undertaking,
namely, the raising of cotton for the
European market.
The green seed cotton is that which is
commonly known as the upland or bowed
Georgia cotton, by which name it is distinguished
from that produced in the
island and low districts near the shore,
called sea island, or black seed cotton.
The latter is the finest kind, and derives
its name from the circumstance of its
having been the first cultivated in this
country in the low sandy islands on the
coast of South Carolina. It will not
flourish at a distance from the sea, and
its qualify gradually deteriorates as it is
removed from "the salutary action of
the ocean's spray." It has a longer
fiber than other cottons, and is of a
peculiarly even and silky texture, which
qualities give it its superior market
value. The expression " bowed," which
is applied to the upland cotton, is
descriptive of the means that were employed
for cleaning it, or loosening the
filament from the seed, previous to the
invention of the cotton gins. The process
was similar to that employed by hatters
for beating up wool to the proper
consistency for felting. Strings, attached
to a bow, were brought in contact with
a heap of uncleaned cotton and struck so
as to cause violent vibrations, and thus
to open the locks of cotton and permit
the easy separation of the seed from the
fiber. The cleaning was likewise done
wholly by hand, the work of the bowstrings
being scarcely more efficient than
that accomplished by the fingers of the
slaves. In either case the process was
disconragingly tedious and slow. Whitnev's
cotton-gin overcame all this difficulty
and furnished the means of separating
the seed and cleaning the cotton
with such economy of labor and time as
at once to give a spring to the agricul4
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rnrai industry oi uic ouuui, ouu au ....
petus io what in a few years, comparatively,
became one of the most important
branches of the commerce and manufactures
of the world.
Japanese Grog-Shops.
The grog-shops of Japan are neither
more nor less than tea-shops. All along
the public roads, at frequent distances,
are planted pleasant tea-houses. The
" tea," according to a correspondent,
when they must stop by the wayside,
and in such little bits of cups that one
could drink the contents ot twenty of
them, and then want more. Pretty teagirls
stand by the entrance, and (their
teeth not yet blackened) with pretty
ways and courtesies so fascinating that
tea even without sugar or milk becomes
agreeable. On pretty lacquered waiters
the tea-girls hand you little tiny cups
with a mouthful in them, and you squat
down on the nice clean mats, if squat
you can, and you sip, and sip, and sip I
this mouthful of hot tea, as if the gods' j
nectar was going down their throat in
infinitesimal drops of microscopic in-:
visibility. The keeper of a Japan tea-1
house picks out as pretty a place for a !
tea-house as he or she can get. The
keeper covets, if possible, a view of and ;
the air of the Bay of Yeddo, along which
il? ? wo it Vioro rnnH fcllfi i
tliC illUOb Ui vuvy nwj uv*v ??? ?_ ^
Tocaido. The grand tea-house is cut up j
into numerous little rooms, with paper ;
partitions to part them, running on
slides, but all removable at will, to restore
the whole to one grand room.
Cakes, sweetmeats and candies are
brought in with the tea, all put on the ,
clean matted floor (there are no seats) and
all squat or stretch out on the floor.
Window Glass.
There are seventy establishments in
the United States devoted to the production
of window glass. Twenty-seven
of these are in New Jersey ; the others
are scattered through New England, New
York, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Ohio
and elsewhere in the West The capital
invested in the industry is about$6,000,
000 in New Jersey alone, while the annual
production'of that State is between
2,000,000 and 3,000,000 boxes of the
various qualities and sizes of glass. The
window glass manufacturing interest is
now one of the principal industries of
this country, and is destined to check
the importation of glass to America ; in
fact, many of the American manufacturers
are now exporting large quantities of
glass and glassware.
7NE
lira, Single Copy 5 Cents.
Items of Interest.
Some men are good because goodness
pays; some are good for nothing.
Cuban money is coming up a little.
Thirty dollars now buys a cheap pair of
boots.
" Where are the great men?" asks an
exchange. Perhaps they are at fat me?io'
picnics.
Between 8,000 and 10,000 glass eyes
are sold annually in thj United States.
An eyemaker gives one in 125 as the
proportion of one-eyed people.
It is estimated that Louisiana this year
will make about 4UU,UUU Daies 01 couuu,
200,000 hogsheads of sugar, 300,000 barrels
of molasses and 150,000 pounds of
rice.
From many of the larger places in Connecticut
there is reported a large increase
in beer drinking within a year or two,
and a corresponding decrease in the use
of spirits.
Tweed's daughter, who married Magin
nis in 1870, and whose wedding presents
cost $60,000, is now living in ab- .
solute poverty, the bridal presents and
finery having all been sent to the pawn*
shops.
Swearing on the Bible was first introduced
into judicial proceedings by the
Saxons about A. D. 600. It was called
a corporeal oath because the witness with
his hand touched some part of the holy
scripture. , >1
Fifty thousand shirts, on whi^h are
printed extracts from the Koran in blot
characters and as many woolen waistcoats,
whereon is emblazoned the prophet's
seal, are being manufactured in
Paris for the Turkish soldiers.
Her majesty Queen Victoria has been .
.pleased to appoint Lady Elizabeth
Phillippa Biddulph extra woman of the
bedchamber. And they say it fa beautiful
to see her take a pillowcase between
her teeth and slip the pillow in.
"I want five cents worth of starch,"
said a little girl to a grocer's clerk. The
clerk wishing to tease the child^ asked:
" What do you want five cents' worth of
starch for?' "Why, for five cents, of
course," she answered, and the clnrk
concluded to attend to his own business;
In the cemetery of Pere la Chaise, in.
Paris, there is a grave from which rises
a woman's arm, beautifully chiseled in '
marble. The hand is clasped by another,
evidently a man's, that comes from an
adjoining grave. It was the fancy of a
young husband who did not long survive
his bride.
/
A New Hampshire register of deeds
recently traced the name of Rollins back1 - A?
1?Uo rbncovered that
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within that period the spelling had been
changed nine times, as follows: Bowlings,
Rawhngs, Balins, Ballins, Rolins, Ralings,
Ballings, Boilings, Rollins.
Did it occnr to von," said he, timidly
leaning aronnd the doorpost, "that a
steam engine and a trained clam are not
wholly unlike?" Mingled with, the
racket produced by an office chair violently
hurled after his vanishing form,
came certain oonfused sounds which resembled:
"Because, you see, they are
both controlled bivalves."
Why she wouldn't: A young lady was
at a party during which quarrels between
man and wife were discussed. '' [ think,"
said an unmarried older sod, "that the
proper thing is for the husband to nave
it out at once, and thus avoid quarrels
for the future. I would light a cigar in
the carriage after the wedding breakfast,
'" <
and settle tne smo&ujg ijuconvu
" I would knock the cigar oat of your
mouth," iuterrnpted the belle. "Do
you know, I don't think you would be
there," he remarked.
Oh, the flies! the horrible flies !
Buzzing around like election lies :
Dodging abont like a maniac's dream,
Over the bntter and into the cream ;
Holding conventions all over the bread,
Biting your ears and tickling yoor head ;
Crawling, *
Buzzing,
Too busy to die,
Begone, thou buzzing, pestiferous fly f
?
Words of Wisdom.
Envy shooteth at others and woundeth
herself.
Most of our misfortunes are more supportable
than the comments of our
friends upon them.
One ungrateful man does an injury to
all who are wretched.
Frowns blight young children as
frosty nights blight young plants.
A cheerful face is nearly as good for
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an invalid as netuuijr *c<?uu?*.
Be not hasty to cast off every aspersion
that is cast upon yon. Let them
alone for a while, and then like mud on
clothes, thev will rnb off of themselves.
The memory of an eye is the most,
deathless of memories, because there, if
anywhere, yon catch a glimpse of the
visible soul as it sits by the window.
No charity should be extended to
those who are not as willing to do justice
as they are to receive it.
The wealth of a man is the number of
things which he loves and blesses, and
which he is loved and blessed by.
True happiness is of a retired nature,
and is an enemy to pomp and noise. * It
arises, in the hist place, from the enjoyRplf
and in the next, from
mcuv v/a vmw w 7 _
the friendship and conversation of a few
select companions.
The willow that bends to the tempest
often escapes better than the oak which
resists it, and so in great calamities it
sometimes happens that light and
frivolous spirits recover their elasticity
and presence of mind sooner than those
of a loftier character.
Turkish Proverbs.
Rival; don't envy.
Sow wroug: reap remorse.
Envy is a sickness never cured.
Poverty is the companion of ambitiou.
Multiply your children: add to your
cares.
A stone from a friend's hand is worth
i an apple.
Dear things are cheap, if you don't
i recall the day you bought them.
' The word yon hold back is your slave,
l the word you say is your mast r.
Make yonr equal your crony, aud be
I thick with him who kuew your father
! and grandfather.
Rendering good for good, lie is most
I generous who begins; rendering evil for
J evil, he is most unjust who begins.