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THE LEDGER: OAFFNEV, S. C., AUGUST 1!>, 1807 3 FELLS THE NEWS. i rho "Oulyoot" Andy Lucaa p Kis Prayers. ays »nKi* of ffo<*U.v Creek Talk* kluhtty of h I'.'imotm Moonlight lliiKO' Hide ^vltk the “tiny un<l tior- neon* \\ i€l^le^. ,, "You know too blasted mmdi, Kufc, iud you love to tell it forth to the (Tenoral public too in fernal well to Mlit me. If you are bound tosinjT a littlesonrr in ^ A t U /-r\ regards to that fa mous mcor.lirrht ride ; vJ y siiifr it soft and low, •: JW Kuf«-, - 'ir.'T it- soft S.'' and low." 'i’hus anil Andy Ltteas, the horse up his so natural-corn trader, lifted voiee unto j'.ie and spoke with fear and tremblin. Andy’s horse was standin hitehed to the rack in front of our house foefore sunrise that mornin and me and him had st ra^u ii (1 down there under the hill, where the old spriayr bubbled uji and the wild llowcrs lifted thrir bright and bannered la soms to the f i:n. Ttie Out;■*•*< *loonliKht Itl»le. "You have already took your seat with pen in hand, as it were, and w rit tip the roarin biy meetia whielv 1 .lev Seroprins bruny on with the whiner, Dolly May Held, and them thr> ■ love let ters down at old Sweet Water .nat Sun- «!ay evenin," Andy went on, prowin |,alc and trembly. "Ihit in reyards to that onlyest moonliyht buyyy ti«io waieli me and the widder took—1 do hope and trust and pray you willsiny the soi.y soft and low. Mind you now, there ain’t a blame thinir touchin that moonliyht buyyy ride which lam sorry about and woukl ruthor take baek. At 1 what little you and JHov know about it—all that the people around Sweet Water have heard or said or thouyht or now think they know— would never make me lose narry lick of •sleep nor miss a meal of victuals. “But, Bute. Sanders, women are tre- meadius jealous thing®. Boor as 1 am ic my own and native land. Every hill and ris k and valley—every cow park timl every piy trail fer miles and miles around is dear to tny eyesight and fa- milious to my wayward fe<*t. Here is , where I was horned and bred and bruny up, and here 1 hope to find a lit- ; tie patch of earth w herein to lay m" dow n to sleep when the boot money is I all spent and the natural-born horse j trader turns his toes up to the hoy weeds | and the daisies. But in the inaintilne I if nothin else wiil do but you must give the names and tell the story of that moonlight buggy ride tlie show i» now ant and the monkey is dead. This country will soon be too crowded like and hot to retain my manly form and nigged presence. Then the foxes would have holes to hide in when the pack were in full cry, and even the ruin frog could find a hollow tree to build his home anil sing his songs in, but An- i drew Jaeksou Bueus—the grandson of old man Hiram l.uea.s—would have no- , wheres to set his foot orient his In ad in pi aee. Mind von that, Kufus. Think I * about the little home over there across the creek, where i git my board and clothes and have my washin done — wh re everything from the baby in his cradle to the nurses in the stables ' knows my voice and lo»)ks to mo for the j wherewithals of life. Bememher the widders and the orphants, Bufus. Be- im inber. tixi, that fair female women i are trememlius jealous things, and i don’t tell anything for certain about that moonlight buggy ride." totheextent cf four bits, fine was wiilln to open up the future hereafter for t.> and take money or old clothes for her pay. But 1 told her from judyin the future by the past, I woukl nitliernoi know anything about it. Aad besides that the dry drouth had p’.uyen ruina tion w ith the crop's and the committed on appropriations was for retrench ment and reform. But I then went on to teii her if it w as clothes she wanted she ought to go on over the creek and stop by at the Bedmun place. Miss Bithy Bedu ati is the ncsi fixvest old maid in the set- las but ms VERSION OF IT. Arp Corrects Statements Regard ing Indian MUuiouarioa Stor>' of Dr. Under nml AVIfe—'tinin ter \\ as \ot 'i nUrn to T.IIJIeiJae- ville with Mope Around Ills Neck. !:mes s!h tie,meet. Two or three thought she would get that was all. Sc me how her weih cake never would cook right done, a it is all dough till yet. Yet in the ma j That is a pretty and pathetic story that my young friend Bred Bovan w rote | ahout flic missionary, Dr. Butler, and - his wife. No doubt but that it is found ed on fact. Ui.d he. probably got hi. data 'lr<:n seme verv old imui who * ! still lives near Coosaviile, a lit tle village Ik’ miles below B .me. had the most serious troubles, and thetr ' eomplieatious brought jn Presidents ) Adams and Jackson, John Marshall, j Joseph Story, William Wirt. John Bor- sythe, Andrew Pickens, Ben. Scott and Ben. Baines—all of whom took an uc- ti\c part in the negotiation®. ThisBen. Baines was a friend and military com panion of Ben. Andrew Jackson in the i Indian wars, and was the husband of j Myra Clark Baines, who had the long i land famous lawsuit against the city | 1 of New Orleans. Burt B lines in Beoryia ; 1 was named for him. and I suppose that ! Bainesviile was also. 1 Then there were many notable In- ' dians and halfbreeds. siudi as John Bfi^s and Alex MeBillivray, William Me- Intosh, t hilly Melnto-h. all of . v '' oteh MOXSOX’S COLD NERVE. An Incidont lhat Will Llvo Lon* In Dakota History. How n IMiieky Mnn Captured. Slnale- linmled, ’IA% o DeMperatc Oat laws nnd Afterward I’roteeteH Them from n Mob. 11 me Site ;n. ha.i yet till* e otl.es to ])!lt on—suus and satins, and n uslir.s and [roker dots, and ribbons and laces till vou can’t rest for the flnerv—elothrs it A ores led in the story i descent. The desceiulants of tlie Bof--; famih ami the McIntosh f.imilv are I was i because whin 1 was a lad that same Dr. Butler was imprison.si in the connty jail in i.aw retieeviiie. w here my father lived. Another missionary, by enottgli to makr her wt ddin grirnu r.tr. j tlie nat'.te of Woreestc.r, was imprisoned nr.d keep her Sunday appearments for L’O years to come. So the old fortune teller woman I din a t <lo a h m down the road a hing but amble ■ d across the creek to the Bedman ])Inee. 1'rota ore of tin* boys that night I found out that she ‘ h.’.d told Miss Bithy’s for ne and gol a full el.iinye of clothes. "Bin me your alapaca dn 1 i with them, and their i.lVi i'se was their ! refusal to take the oath of allegiance, to the state of Bcorgi.t or otherwise to leave the Cherokee nation. Tlwy were suspected i f using their influence to rei ih r the Indians dissatisfiix! with tin* treaty that mjuirod tln'T’.i to g - o we. t. John Howard Pavne, the author of I Now under the general eircumfer- i enei of the Mirroumlin eireu: ,a tanees I didirt make no promise nor ]>ass inyf 1 word to Andy as to W’hether 1 would or I 1 w hether 1 wouldn’t. I have no earthly j doubt*; but what you mought maybe : love to hear the news touchin that j onlyest moonlight buggy ride. And dor.t I vou beiieve but w hat 1 would love the t * j best in the world to turn loose and tell j the. story. Every time I think about j it I have got to do one of three things— | bust, or die, or laugh—and 1 do mortal- , ly hate to go out to the lot or slip oil ; down in the woods paster and do all ! the laughin by my lone self. I Hut for the sake of the widders and . the orphants—and in remembrance of 1 j thei i brighter and better davs which (good as now) and I will tell you v.l. ihcr any I man person throws liis shadow across | your future path,” says the fortune j teller woman. I The naked thoughts of a man pvr- son jmt Miss Bithy into a hi( h ffutter •ome f >rth with tin alapaca and sin d ress. "1 see tin* shadow of a mar. perron i across your path." says the fortune , teller woman. "Bhome your .Sunday j shots and let. me tell you whether he | will ever come nml pepthequrst on.” I The dim vision of such a thing as a -with her own li: v self And it fe ehed with the long drv drouth on hand 1 n-** and Andy have spent together—so and nothin hut hard times ahead—1 wouldn’t have the news of that moon light buggy ride reported baek in full here in the Hooky Creek .settlement for the best young mulo in the country. Don’t sing that song any at all scarcely, Bute, if you can keep from it long as life shall last I will never writ' and tell a dad blame thing about that onlyest moonlight buggy ride. In Cyclunp Streak. This time last w eek I didn’t know a —-bDt at ! blessed bit more than you about what was goin on over there in that rugged strip of country which they* call Cyclone Streak. But soon Friday mornin little Bunk Weatherford rid by to tell us that they would have a big picnic and public speakin m Cyclone Streak that day. Nothin must do but what I must go, and so consequentially I went with him. Well, llrst and last, I have lived a long time, been about considerable and seen a heap of sights. But that was the. gonebyest, hottest day, and the blam- dest, most hottest place I have ever driv into, I do believe. White people, if dirk knives and six-shooters don’t grow on the trees iu that country Bll be essentially llimflamed if I can toll where they come from in such alarm in I have no doubts but what he | I>b‘nty. And bless the heavens if it my rates, sing it soft and low I could slu t one eye and see that my j fellow servant and side partner was in a peek of troutnle and so bad rattled tiil I he didn’t hardly know his own name ! for certain. But I told him that I went ) down to the Sw eet Water meet in pur- j posely to hear the news and spread it abroad. That was meat and breed ntfid plain business with me. 1 had writ \ij> Blev Scroggins and the gay and gorgeous widder, them magmlions love letters and the stormy session of the committee which they brung on, and I didn’t raley see how I could leave out the moonlight buggy ride and save my self. ' And yet still that want all. Andy Lucas is my friend in a feeble, general way. i weddin match ! as tin* b’ushin bride—a , plenty for Miss Bithy. , thorn Sunday shoes. "I see him eontin down the path”— says tin* fortune teller woman—‘‘a i spare made, dark-compleetcd man, and ! he limps a little with his left foot.” That was a good description of Squire Noogin—w hich the squire’s W ife died last year and they tell me Miss Bithy has had her line out and the hook well baited to catch him. I have noearthlji doubtsbut whattheloncly old tiling was all but ready then to go c 17 In a dead faint. "He will pop the question," the for- I tune teller woman went on. "Now i gimme your new Sunday hut and let ! me tell you when you two will be one.” And that didn’t fail to fetch the hat. i Then the fortune teller woman told j Miss Bithy that she would git married ' and mate off w ith the dark-complected man in the year 1S89. If she had but only thoughralwmt it in time and fixed the weddin day along in the eomin fall. I’ll bet by gracious she could of got every blame female garment on the j ‘Tl mic, Sw eet. Heine.” was also a sus;- pei t, and was arrested and taken to Milledgcvilli* tobeexamined. Thosewere , hot times in Beorgia, especially north i Beorgia, for Bwinnett w.i« a bonier j county, and we children <•< uhl almost see Indians squatted among the ohin- j quapin bushes or behind the trees on the road to the mill. \Ye knew they were just over the Chattahoochee river, and that some white people over there had been murdered by them. Indians were as much a terror to us as ghosts and runaway negroes, "j he new gran ite jail had just been completed, and nine Indians were the first pr;.‘:i ners. They all escaped w ithin a week. They domii iled i i the Cherokee nation and j still are leaders of the tribes. They are i all well t-bleated, and 1 am not afraid | to say that the. McIntosh girls are the j most beautiful specimens of womau- , kind I ever saw, that is to say except ! some. Moore’s Balia Hookh was not to 1 l>c compared to them. They are the j only haf-breed children 1 met in the nation who did not have an excess of 1 ■ high cheekbones. 1 Now, alt hough these Cherokees, 1.’,- | OIKl in number, went west against their ; w ill, and t.OOD of them died on the way, i yet it was a good move for them, and ; they made a good trade—$3,000,000 and 7,000,001) acres of land—the finest lands on. the continent, beautifully wooded and watered, and, what is worth still more, they live in peace with theout.d le ; world. Here they were always in con- | fliot, not only with the whites, but with thems Ives, for they had two chiefs w ho | did not work in hannony, for one was a Scotchman and the other was not. Sidney Smith said that Scotchmen were generally right, but w hen wrong were the wrongest people in the world, and no argument could turn them. The s a b’essed i Took up a stone in the Hour and bur- j word "scotch,” “scotch the wagon. rowed out like moles or rabbits. { I inner heard until Govuu wrote it that Butler was dragged to Milledgi- ville with a rope around his neck, nor , am I prepared to believe that much of tin* story. lie and Worcester were ar rested iu New Eehota (in Bordon coun ty) and brought mounted to I.av.renee- ^ ii 1 le and tried before Judge Clayton, | who was Mrs. Henry Brady s grandfa ther. A learned, humane and incor ruptible judge. They had the best of I local counsel, Elisha Chester, also a native of Connecticut, and they had the I renowned William Wirt as adviser, and came from their stubborn ness. Butth.iy w ere true to faith and principle. Every signer of the Mecklenburg declaration of independence in 1773 was a Scotch man, or. as they are now generally railed, "Scotch-Irish,” that is, Scotch men who •removed to the north of Ire land. It is very strange that so many of them came to this wild country and mingled with the Indians and married their daughters. There were the Bog- ers brothers on the Chattahoochee who took Indian wives. They were good men, good citizens and well educated. My wife, when a girl, used to visit their The nerviest man in the northwest was Sheriff Orren T. Mox-on, a slight ly built man w ith a woman’s mild blue eyes, who dressed as an ordinary citi zen and wore n derby hat. In his day the job of sheriff w as not a sinecure, as the two score notches on his gun at tested. lie was never given to boast ing of bis eventful life; but stories of his wonderful nerve arc told to-day by the old fellows who helped settle the tw in Dakotas. The most remarkable feat of his career was the capture, single-handed, of "Stub” Shay and Tom Quinn, two notorious horse thieves and all-round desperadoes, who made miserable f’lic lives of the settlers who lived near the Cannon Ball in Hettin ger am! Alorton counties. A series of minor depredations cul minated in a ’bold raid, on the ”J-7” ranch, in which the outlaws got away with the choicest bunch of horses. Moxson, accompanied by three cow punchers, started in pursuit the follow ing day. The trail followed the north bank of the Cannon Ball through Het tinger and Morton counties, until it turned abruptly t*> the northwest at the intersection of the North Fork. It was evident that the outlaws were making for the bottom lands of the Missouri river. Once lost in tie maze of cottonwoods the pursuit would have to be abandoned. Having traveled 12.» miles in less than two days, the horses* were jaded, but they responded to the promptings of the spurs, and before ' sunset of the second day they gal- ! loped through Deer pass and halted at the edge of the bottom lands. There was a loud repoid, nnd a bullet whizz* d above their heads. Not 300 yards away was the outlaws’ camp, and in front of the small fire were Shay and Adams, on their side. John Marshal the chief justice of the supreme court, issued his mandamus to compel Judge Clayton to release the prisoners, but he refused, and a collision seemed inevi table between the United States and the state of Beorgia. I think that Mr. Bovnn's informant is mistaken, for But ler lind lots of friends—powerful friends—and John Boss, the chief of tin; Cherokees, w as backing him. Doubt- Bedman place. As it was the fortune i less he was a good man, but he was they had the president, John Quincy I girls, and was fond of them. You can thinks more of me than any livin man person in the round discovered wo 1—• except!n Andy Lucas. But with him. in a trade, a horse is a horse and a man is u man. If he didn’t swap the socks olTen his own dear father and brother j driv ll I» t,iat a,ld they had already it would' be from the fact that he never opened the performance. But in the got a good chance, nnd dadblnrne him i maintime it would seem like they had he has jest naturally burnt me up in 1 don’t look to me like you could tnki and saw up the rotten logs over there and squeeze out moonshine whisky by the gallon. It was ruther late when me and Bunk a trade more than onest. It was now my time of year to (bring the gifted grand son of old Hiram Lucas down to rook bottom, and he couldn’t do a conti nental thing but stand still and swal low the medicine. I had the delegates by a whalin big majority. 1 had the under holt and the dead lock. It was Charlie at the rat hole and Katy by the door. So I could only look up through the trees and smile and shake my head. With that Andy come and laid Ins long bony arm on my shoulder and iaiil his prayers like a little man. The Horse Trniler's I'rnyer. “You can tell everything you know and give out all the scundulatious re ports you ever heard eoueernin me up to the time we went down to the Sweet Water meetin, and if 1 live long enough 1 will weep great gobs of grief w hen you die and plant some flow ers on your grave to keep in mind them golden, hap py days which me and you have spent together. But if you love me like I love you, Bufus, 1 ruther think you will leave out that famous moonlight buggy ride, or sing the song mighty soft and low. If you had any kind and tender regards left for the widders and the orphants 1 rnl«*y don’t believe you would sing that song at all. If you had married one of these little pearl-mo tioned women, with black and llashy got. up a red-hot disputation, and some of the delegates had bolted the con vention, One half of thivi rowd want ed to put up six of their’moit ablest young men—three to the side—anil debate the great question as to who discovered America, whilst the other side wanted to hire a pair of fiddlers am! adapt a platform in favor cY a free and unlimited good time. That was the snag on which they first tore the blanket, and all but tore up the besom of mother earth with a iinoir.au.us re port in favor of a free light. When we driv up the fiddlers were play iu little patches of some lively old tunes like “Cotton-Eyed Joe,” and "Mollie But the Kettle On,” ami "Soapsuds Over the Bence,” whilst one-half of the crowd w ent on with the dance. Cla d by Bus Harkinshadclum into a wagon, opened tin* debate ai d was hcldin forth on the 1 teller woman come prancin by our home the next mornin with Miss Bithy’s Sundayest clothes on. and the laces and the ribbons fiyin in the air. And as for Miss Bithy—well, she is still single, but still silly and still hope ful. RUFFS SANDBRS. THE SEA IN FLAMES. for n mainest question: "Who discovered Ainci icu ( In istophc-l' B'■ orge Washington.V" As time were on the dancing waxed fast and furious, and the speakin waxed loud ami louder. It was then four bits with one and a) reals with the other us to which could 1 ick up the most fuss—two fiddlers w ith their lid- dles or Bus Harkins with his mouth. By and by the thing got so salfurious hot till somethin had to blaze. T*e fire broke loose out in the edge of the crowd, and when, the dust liz am! the Xiature’M lirnnil Hliiiuliintion llusKlun GriiixJ Duke. When a few years ago some of the Bussiun grand dukes honond Baker, a town on the Caspian, with their pres ence, the governor had naphtha thinly )K>urcd over the surface of the sea for a very considerable distance. At about nine o’clock in the even ing the inflammatory subst:inee was ignited ami a bluish conflagration spread itself over the waves of the mighty deep. 'Bo inerease the splendor of the scene a slight breeze arose, the sea became agitated and the billows majestically heaved without any too violent eommo- I tlon. Such a matrimonial alliance, if 1 may use the term, of fire and water i wixs (perhaps never before witnessed. The flumes literally danced on the waves, blending all their magic beauty with the splashing restlessness of their limpid antagonist. The dark green color of the Caspian shone by the reflection of the subdued light riding boldly on the very foam of the surface. At length the gale in creased, the naphtha covering became more and more broken, and tin* glow- boiumbus or j ir.g carpet extended over a great tlis- I lance of the sea, gradually asRumiag the aspect of so many jack-o'-lanterns. A mazy ballet of gradually extin guishing will-o'-the-wisps closed the wonderful spectacle. One hour after its eoaimeneemenL | stubborn and fanatical, and declared he. j ow ed no allegiance except to the Amer- j lean board of foreign missions and to ; Boil—that it wa.s hi® duty to teach Christianity to the Indian®, and ho would continue to do so. Both these men were convicted and sentenced to the penitentiary for four years. When they arrived at Milleilge- ville Bov. Lumpkin kindly advised them to take the oath or agree to leave the state, and if they would do either he would at once pardon them. They re fused and wrote to the board of mis sions for advice. That board commend ed their refusal and again urged Wirt ami Sargeant to resort to the supreme court. But these eminent lawyers nd- | vised an, aiecptajvee of Bov. Lumpkin’s , offer. So they accepted and were par- j doned—and my father always said they ( returned to Connecticut. He knew i ihem and had many conversations with i them and gave them good advice, for ! he, too, was a New Englamd man. And j hence 1 am surprised to learn from Mr. Bovan that Butler returned to his mis sionary work and died near Corsaville ami was buried by the side of his wife. In fact, I never knew before that he i had a wife; but of course the inscrip- i tion on her tombstone settles that, i Mr. Bovan gives Butler the Christian | name of Elonez, but the records in the sHite archives show his name, as he ; himself signed it, to be Elizur. It is, however, an interesting and pathetic story and very great men fig ured in it, both state and national. The j conflicts between the state and the I Cherokees and the United States con tinued for 12 years and ended only with the exodus of HS3S. Several trea- : lie® were made—made only to be broken. Boss uml Bidpv, the two chiefs, could never agree upon term®, and they I had their followers. When Beorgia tel! a Scotchman as far as you can see them, for they all have auburn or light hair and blue eyes and florid complex- | ions, ami are generally tall and J straight. I don’t believe that George j Adair is full-blood on both sides, though he lias all their good qualities, except ! their religion. I am only a half-breed i myself, which is all the better for my j wife, for as it is, she can make me do j as she. pleases, and I can make her do she pleases, too, so it’s all right, ami peace reigns in the household.—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution. GBEELY ON ANDREE’S TRIP. eyes, I know most hellatious wed tou nm) ) u . cleared awav there waswound- wouldu’t. For women are trememlius jealous things, Bufus. "Onest upon a time me and you wera dirty little shirt-waist boys together, Bufe,” and with that by gmcious 1 could see the saltwater baek up into Andy’s eyes. "Many and many’s the day that we have ranged the woods and fields together, and stole watermelons, or maybe slipped oil to the mill pond and went in swimmln—me ami you to gether. We have built flutter mills in the same old spring branch, made frog houses and cut summerset® in the same sand beds, ami went to school together to the same Mehoolhouse, and fell iu love with the same girls, and courted and carried on, and missed our lessons am! took our lickins—me and you together. Many and many’s the dost place l have pulled you through. Many ami many’s the bud and seamlalutioua scrape 1 have caught you in and nerer made a newpnper outen my mouth to Apreiyl the news abroad. "Itehnember these little thing®, Bu- fus. Bemembcr likewise, also, that this cd—C; dead'—0; badly skeered—217. When Bunk Weatherford come by that mornin be fetched the new® t?;at they would have dinner on the ground. But 1 didn’t see no sign® of kitchen physio. All I eould see was people and empty bottles and six-shooter®. Consequentially when I conn* to think about it, if I had nuy business to tem> to it was hen* at hone, and I hadn't lost nothin over there in Cyclone ritreak. When me and Bunk hocked up nml driv off they hadn't yet settled the great quest ion as to who discovered America. But Bunk lowed it didn’t make a durn bit of difference with him whether it was Christopher Columbus or George Washington or Andy Jack- son. He was In favor of the resolution to return back home. And I come u ith him. She Got the Clothes. On® of these old female fortune tell ers come through the settlement tho other day end tried her very levelest the watery element had resumed' its , , ,, , . , „ • . .i ceded Alabama and Mississippi to the swav, and the sea again lay ctnelopeu ' . .* , i l ulted Mates in lh02, the consideration in durkncK®.—< lucngo Inter Ocean. | was that 1 he l nited States should ex tinguish the Indians* title and remove them beyond the Mississippi river. The federal government w as so slow in try ing to do this that after waiting and urging and entreating for 20 years tin* state got impatient and demu:Med ac tion. The Boss party declared they would not go at all, but finally agreed to cede their lands for $2»',00(),00o and 7,000,000 acres of land. This price was considered beyond reason, and the Ridge party finally reduced it to $3,00 >,- COO and 7,000,000 acres ami $000,000 for expenses in breaking up and trans porting 4heir very limited household goods. It Is astonishing how many notable men it took to effect the re moval of ihe Creeks nnd Cherokees from Georgia. In looking over the rec ords we find that Gov. James Jack- son had trouble with the Creek®, who after they hud made a treaty contin ued their depredation®, and he up braided them and brought forward u long list of damage®, amounting to $110,000, which he said they must pay. "Give me some paper,” said the chief, “ami I will make a longer account r.galn*t your people than that.” But Guv®. Troup and Gilmer and Lumpkin Hard to I'lemo*. The son of a well-known Providence lawyer came home at the end of his first term iu college exulting in the fact that he stood next to the head of his class, says an exchange. His father was less easily satisfied. "What! Next to the head?” he exclaimed. "What do you mean, sir? I’d like to know what you think I send you to college for! Next to the head, indeed! Humph! I’d like to know w hy you aren’t at the head, where you ought to be!” The ! young man was naturally crestfallen, 1 but upon his return to college lie went ; about hi® work with such ambition that 1 the end of the term found him in the ) coveted place. He went home very | _ \ indeed. It was great news. The lawyer contemplated his son fora few moments in silence; then, with a i shrug of his shoulders, he remarked: ; “At the liond of the class, eh? Humph! Tliut’s a fine commentary on Brown university!”—St. Louis Republic. Well Dried Out. “Smith ha* considerable dry burner In him." "It ought to be. It*® old enough.”— Philadelphia North American. He Sn.v* the PoKslbllltlcn of III® Sue- eesn Are Small. Nearly all officers of the army have some specific scientific subject that they follow so closely as to amount almost to a "hobby.” Some of the brightest scientists of the country are to be found in the army, and while as a rule their study does not follow n general course, yet it is the specialists that are the moving element in the world of thought whatever the subject may be. At the present time the offi cers of the army are watching with more interest than one would imagine they would the outcome of Prof. Au- dree’s efforts to fathom the mysteries of the north in a balloon. A few days ago the Evening Star, of this city, printed a letter from Gen. Brcely on this subject. Ben. Greely is of course considered an authority on the sub ject of Arctic exploration, and his let ter tor that reason will be read with no small amount of interest, says the Washington correspondent of the. Mil itary Gazette. His letter is as follows: It is possible that Prof. Aiulreemay have reached the north pole or its vi cinity. Telegraphic reports, es far as I have scan, state that he started with a south wind of 22 miles an hour. Tli" chances of such a wind blowing <>i)0 miles straight to the north pole are. however, very small, as it would bean extraordinary meteorologiesl phenom enon such ns has never n<*eoinpanieil any storm. My opinion on Amlree’s projected expedition and his probable return were expressed at the sixth in ternational geographical congress in July, in London, where I debated the subject publicly' with Prof. Andree and also discussed the chances with him privately, lb* admitted the ex treme hazard of the project, which 1 strongly outlined. I jKilnted out that, even should he reach the pole, hu could hardly ex pect to find his south wind continuing across the pole for a thousand miles, as a north wind. I urged that his chances of attain ing the North American <*oost were in finitely small, as the observations at Lady Franklin bay. Grinnell Lund and Point Barrow, Alaska, showed that the winds were almost constantly from the south, while strong north winds were almost unknown. Andree replied: "Then I shall expect to land somewhere on the Siberian coast.” lie also ex pressed again his determination to go. and his «*oi)ffdem*e of returning safely. Prof. Ekbohn, who accompanied An- ifree In his unsuccessful attempt of Inst summer, declined to go thi® year on account of one of the dangers that 1 urged upon Andree—the permcobility of the balloon, which allows ga® to escape constantly, but which Andree claimed to have overcome. While I be lieve that AiulrCe will never return, yet experience teache® us thj(t miraculous thing® occur daily. A. W. GREELY. t TV4j54^’*-.^« k • * “YOU’RE A DEAD MAN.” Quinn, with Winchesters at their shoul ders. Sheriff Moxson did some heavy think ing in the space of a few seconds. It was useless to make a move forward, for they had the “drop” on him, and he did not cure to sacrifice his two com panions needlessly. Finally he un buckled his belt and flung it, with his revolver, to the ground. Dismounting, he tossed the bridle to one of hi® I friends. j "Boys," he said, "you remain here; ; and don’t fire until you see me fall.” | Then whistling softly to himself, ho sauntered toward the camp, apparent- | ly taking no notice of the rifles eoveringy i his heart. j “Fifty feet more, sheriff, and you’re a ' dead man," cried Shay. Moxson hesitated not the fraction of an instant. The 50 feet were covered ! and he walked steadily forward. “For God’s sake, Moxson, go back! i We don’t want to hurt you, but we’ll ; never be taken.” The plucky officer took no notice of the warning. The blue eyes were fixed sternly on Shay's face. Still whistling, he strode straight to tho muzzle of the rifies. brushed them aside as if they had been broomsticks, j anil, in much less time than it takes for the telling, two of the most desperate men that infested the country were iu | irons. It was a marvelous exhibition of pure I nerve, ns well ns an illustration of the 1 potency of the law. As was expected ! in those days, an effort was made to ; lynch the outlaws. Nearly two score i men from neighboring ranges sur- rounded the one-story frame building 1 that did double duty as a jail and a res idence. They made so much noise that it interrupted the poker game between* Moxson and his prisoners. With two revolvers in his hands, he made hisi : appearance at the door and gave them CO seconds to disperse. Then he went baek to his game, and was interrupted* no more that night. Moxson died three years ago. not with his "boots on.” but as peacefully as if his life had been spent ’n a Qu*- ! her settlement, Shay and Quinn uro, ! serving out their sentence in the peui- : tentiarv. New UsjilorntlMn I’nrty. Mr. Morris K. Jessup, of New York, hat furnished funds to defray the ex penses of u systematic exploration of the coasts of Asia ami North America, from the Columbia to the Amoor river., It i® hope*! to nettle the question wheth er Asiatic® came to America by way of Kamchatka and the Aleutian uciinds. Between the Columbia river and Behring strait there ore ten funda mentally different languages, having3T; dialect® mutually unintelligible. On) the side of Asia seven distinct lan guages and ten dialects. The study and Investigation are to be carried on by fh« American museum of natural his tory and will cover a period of aix year®.