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THE DARLINGTON HERALD.
YOL. I.
DARLINGTON, S. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 10, 1891.
NO. 40.
CHUBCHES.
Pbe*bttb»iau Church.—Rev. J. Q.
Law, Paator; Preaching every Sabbath
at Hi a. m. and 8 p. m. Sabbath
School at 10 a. m.. Prayer Meeting every
Wednesday afterno on at 5 o'clock.
Methodist Church. - Rev. J. A. Rice,
Paator; Preaching every Sunday at Hi
a. m. and 8 p. m., Sabbath School at 0
p. m., Prayer Meeting every Thursday
at 8 p. m.
Baptist Church.—Rev. G. B. Moore,
Pastor; Preaching every Sunday at Hi
a. m. and 8:30 p. m., Prayer Meeting
every Tuesday at 8 p. m.
Episcopal Chapel.—Rev. W. A.
iGuerry, Rector; H. T. Thompson, Lay
Reader. Preaching 3rd Sunday at 8:30
p. m„ Lay Reading every Sunday morn
ing at 11 o’clock, Sabbath School every
Sunday afternoon at 5 o’clock.
Macedonia Baptist Church.—Rev
I. P. Breckmgton, Pastor; Preaching
every Sunday at 11 a. m. and 8:30 p. m.
Sabbath School at 8:80 p.m., Flayer
Meeting every Tuesday evening at 8:30
o’clock.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
Sheriff.—W. P. Cole.
Clerk of Court.—W. A. Parro.t
Treasurer.—J. E. Bass.
Auditor.—W. H. Lawrence.
Prorate Judge.—T. H. Spain.
Coroner.—R. G. Parnell.
School Commissioner.—W. H. Evans.
County Commissioners —C. B.King,
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MORNINO.
I feel that every dewdrop has a tone
And sings for ears more sensitive than
mine.
While all the flowers their modest heads
incline.
And list in fragrant reverence. Alone
And mute I stand before the Morning's
throne.
The birds have speech, the breeze, the
rhythmic pine.
Each brings its offering glad unto the
shrine
Of the fair one, and only I bring nonet
Yet, as I feel her breath upon my cheek,
And know there are sweet sounds I cannot
hear,
And lauguages I know not how to speak,
Around me in the dreamy atmosphere—
For what I've not I neither ask nor seek.
And what I have seems every morn more
dear
—Atari/ A. Mason,in Youth's Companion.
Joe Dobbs's Random Shot.
The scene, a box canon in Southerc
Arizona, was lonely enough. The rocky
walls shut out the morning sun rays, and
the only trees in sight were sombre ever
greens and thickets of chaparal. The
aspect of the rugged landscape was sug
gestive of their piimitive inhabitants, the
Apache Indian and the grizzly bear.
Yet in this secluded spot there were
signs of human life and activity in the
shape of a rude miner’s “shack,” open
in front, with three sides formed of up
right poles chinked with mud, aud a roof
of overlapping splints. It stood near a
large freshly dug hole in the canon side.
Picketed by a rope tied to his fore leg
an aged burro was feeding on the dry
herbage of the canon’s bottom. In the
excavation in the mountain side a raw-
looking youth was working very moder
ately, using alternately a pick and a
shovel. A shock of tow hair ran wild
beneath his hat brim,and a stray tuft like
a tassel appeared through n hole in the
crown. This young fellow was Joe
Dobbs, late of Missouri, and the object
of his labors was to develope Peg Leg
Crawford’s newly located mine, Great
Cinch, in Bueno Canon in the Chirica-
hua range.
This miuc was at present in the stage
of a hole in the ground with prospects
ahead; but the indications of mineral
were good aud had grown better as the
digging went on. A good face had been
cleared against the rock, and when the
proprietor—now on a trip to town for
supplies—should return, blasting was to
begin. Joe was not to share in the
profits of the mine’s development. He
was merely a shiftless boy picked up
“dead broke” at Camp Bowie and taken
along by Crawford for the sake of his
work and company at the price of his
“grub” and a shadowy promise of wages
if the mine turned out well. The de
crepit burro hart been turned out to die
by his Mexican owner, and Joe had driv
en him to camp “as a starter foraberd,”
he said.
The shadow of the beetling cliff on the
southeast, which during the first half of
the day lay across the canon's bottom,
slowly shifted eastward until a blaze of
bright sunshine in the mouth of the tun
nel informed Joe Dobbs that “noon
o’clock,” as he termed it, was approach
ing The boy was not fond of labor, and
it did not require many minutes' endur
ance of the hot sun’s rays to convince him
that it was time to stop work and get
something to eat. There is little doubt
that he arrived at this decision fully an
hour in advance of the time it would
have beeu tcachcd had Mr. Crawford
been with him instead of presumably
somewhere on the San Simon plain com
ing back with his burros and supplies.
Having repaired to the shade of the
“shack,” he cut some slices from the
small piece of bacon for his use and raked
together the embers of the camp fire.
There was no wood cut and before set
ting out to get some Joe sat. down to
rest. His eye fell on the large valise
that Peg Leg Crawford always kept care
fully locked and out of the way of harm.
In the hurry of departure the miner had
left the key in the lock, and it occurred
to the boy that it would be a good time
to see what was inside.
Joe turned the key and opened the sa
cred valise. It contained two pairs of
cotton socks, some specimens of ore, and
a bulky package wrapped in a sciap ol
army blanket.
Joe untied the cord that fastened the
parcel and unrolled the covering from a
wooden box that once had held Malaga
raisins. Prying oil the top of the box
with his knife, he saw that it contained
about two dozen of what looked like long
thick candles. Had the youth been
more thoughtful, and known more ol
letters, he would have spelled out ttu
words, “dinumite dangeruss,” written
in blue chalk on the cover, but as it was,
that inscription passed unheeded with all
the warning of risk that it conveyed.
He had beard vaguely of a powerful ex
plosive called dynamite, but knew noth
ing of how it appeared or should be
liandled. The cylindrical objects before
him he half thought might be some form
of candy.
“I don’t see why ole Peg Leg should
be so micrhtv nartiklar 'bout this outfit
o stuff,’ he said to himself, as, picking
up a flake of the substance that had
scaled from one of the pieces, ho put it
in his mouth and tried it with his
tongue. It had a sweetish taste, and he
set his teeth into it.
If Joe had applied his grinders with
f
the force and enthusiasm that he would
have shown in cracking a hickory nut,
there might have been a premature ex
plosion and mystery never has been told ;
but he quickly discovered a caustic oroo-
perty in the substance, and, not liking
the flavor, spit it out. He put the box
on a flat rock that served as a table,
convinced that he wanted nothing of its
contents.
Chancing to glance up the mountain
side, he saw the boughs shaking in a
scrub oak. At the back of the camp
leaned one of those old-style army rifles,
chiefly formidable to the one who fires
them, known as the “Long Tom.” With
more animation than he had shown at
any former time in the day, Joe seized
the firearm and exclaimed •
“I secs yer, and yer my meat; here
goes fur br’ilcd squir’l for dinner,” and
•tarted up the mountain side to secure
the game.
The path which he must take to reach
the place where he had seen the squirrel
was steep and roundabout. When, after
hard scrambling over rocks, he came
near the place where he had seen the
squirrel, that evasive rodent was not to
be found. But, climbing higher aud
looking beyond the summit of the ridge
into a little mountain park, Joe spied a
jacK rabbit feeding in an open space.
As he crept toward the creature, follow
ing its upstartings, short runs and up-
sittings, in the effort to get a chance for
sure shot he saw to the windward among
the pine trees across the valley a red
deer, which ciuscd him to abandon the
rabbit chance at once to pursue the
nobler game.
“Hit’s a great mornin’ fur critters
astir,” said Joe to himself, in high glee.
“Who’d a thunk that triflin’ sguir’l ud a
led up ter a deer. ’N (bar may be sum-
thin’ a heap bigger’u one deer a waitin’
fur me.”
There was something “ a heap biggei
a waitin’.” Crack, crack, crack came
the sharp report of several rifles off on |
his right; there was a singing of bullets
about him so close that one passed
through his hat; and there arose a hideous
yelling outcry, which made his flesh
creep, and for a moment weakened him
so much that he nearly tumbled down
from sheer fright.
The symptoms of returning courage
and presence of mind manifested them
selves first in Joe’s legs, and with no loss
of time be ran away as fast as he could,
making down the valley toward the foot
hills. A shot or two more whistled by
his ears as some Indians, a half dozen or
so in number, leaped up aud started aftu
him as fleet as deer
If Joe had kept on straight down the
valley the Indians would soon have over
taken and killed him. Fortunately, he
had a good start of them and was luckier
still in his knowledge of a narrow path—
stumbled upon during a previous hunt
ing expedition—which followed the bot
tom of a fissure leading up the face of a
cliff on the side of the ridge that sepa
rated this mountain park frem the canon.
The opening to this fissure was hidden
by wild vines; a turn in the winding
valley served to hide his movement from
his pursuers—and as they dashed round
the rocky promontory and kept on down ]
the valley, Joe was crawling sidewise ,
up the narrow cleft, which took him, 1
after much difficult squeeziu:; and climb- |
icg, to a rocky nook near the summit ol 1
the ridge so concealed by evergreens as I
to be wholly out of view of any one a few
feet away. When at last the Indians re
traced their steps he was safely hidden,
although they came so near him that he
could hear their calls as they ran about
the ridge, passing and repassing his re
treat in their search for him.
1 Joe was in no hurry to quit his place
of refuge, but after a time, when all was
quiet, he crept out from his shelter tc
look about and see if the coast was clear.
No Indians were in sight and he crawled
to the summit of the ridse and over the
other side until he leached a point wbicn
commanded a view of the canon and th<
Great Cinch mine. There in full poses-
sion of his camp were seven painted
Apaches, the same ones undoubtedly
that had “jumped" him so receutly.
Joe, who had hoped that his uupleas-
ant visitors had gone away for good, was
far from pleased to sec the mem * estab
lished in his camp. Peering between
the side of a boulder and a Spanish bayo
net plant which effectually screened him,
the Missouri boy watched the perform
ance of the red men, who were making
themselves wholly at home. They had
kiiled his burro, and the choice parts of
its carcass stuck on sticks were roasting
about a tire made of poles torn from the
sides of the shack. They had upset and
overhauled the valise and pretty much
everything eise in camp in search of am
munition, “whisk,” tobacco and lesi
valued articles of plunocr. The dyna
mite they pcihaps deemed “bad medi
cine,” for it lay in the box on the flai
rock where Joe had left it three houn
before when the squirrel had lured hire
from the camp.
What specially grieved Joe’s heart waf
the killing of his burro, the only posses
sion he bad in the world except the tat
tered clothes he wore. Now, that nftci
all the fuss he found himself still alive,
the boy’s courage came back sufficiently
for him to get veiy angry over his loss.
As a relief to his feelings he cocked his
rifle and sighted it at different members
of the group, thinking as he dallied with
the trigger what a pleasure it would give
him to send a bullet among them as i
sauce to their meal. For a youth of Joe’s
capacity for doing the wrong thing this
fooling with the trigger was most unwise,
as was shown presently when he pulled
just a trifle too hard; the hammer lell
and the heavy army piece pointing into
the midst of the Indian group went off
with a louder bang and a more emphatic
rebound—so it seemed to Joe—than ever
before.
The vicious kicking of the gun against
his shoulder, the noise and smoke of its
explosion, and the feeling of astonish
ment at its unexpected performance, oc
cupied Joe’s thoughts for an instant.
Before he had time to be frightened at
what he had done, he was jarred and
shaken as if the mountains were rock
ing, and was stunned by a deafening roar
that rent the air. Loose rocks went
rolling down the slopes, trees were rush
ing to the earth, and Joe saw, as in a
fantastic dream the top of a giant pine
that had overhung the mine high aloft
and still going upward, as if it never
would stop. Everything in the canon
seemed to be in the air flying away from
the spot where the camohad been. After
the dust had somewhat settled Joe,
looking down upon the site of the shack,
could see there only a great hole in the
ground, while a heap of earth had taken
the place of the Great Cinch tunnel. The
saotflred by mistake had missed every
Indian and plumped straight into the
box of dynamite.
At the time when Joe’s shot was fired,
Peg Leg Ciawford, riding a burro and
driving his pack animals before him on
his way back to the the camp, had reached
the mouth of the cauon. Another turn
in the path would bring him in sight of
bis mine. He was speculatingas^o how
tilings had gone on in his absence.
“I wonder what that fool boy Joe’s
been a doin’ while I’ve been gone,” he
soliloquized. “He’s done no work ter
speak of, that’s dead sure, an’ it’s a great
streak o’ mercy if he hain’t been up ter
mischief. If h-j should get ter foolin’
with that dynamite ”
At this point in his reflections Craw
ford found his burro's footing unsteady,
owing to an unexplainable tremor of the
earth. There was a commotion in the air
as if several cyclones were fighting for
the right of way through the canon, and
a great roar came to his ears as if the
thunders of a whole rainy season were
combined in one peal. The next thing
he realized was that he and his burros
were on the ground together in a heap,
where by unanimous consent they waited
until the elements subsided.
When things had quieted down the old
prospector, who was not vory nimble or
his pins, pulled himseli out of the tangle
of burros, got his animals on their feet,
and stumped up the canon to find out
what had happened. He expected to
find the body or some part of the body
of Joe at a distance more or less remote
from the place where the camp had
stood.
When he reached the scene of the ex
plosion he looked for some sign of his as
sistant.
“Joe's gone with the rest, I reckon,’’
he said, with a touch of regret. “I’ll
have a whiff o’ my pipe ’n then take a
look rouu’ for the body ’n’ give it a
Christian burial ’f thar's enough left ter
put in a hole. Hullo! What’s that?
Hain't the stuff got through failin’ yet?”
There was a rattling down the mount
ain side, and looking up to learu the
cause, he saw Joseph Dobbs sliding on
his back down a sloping face of rock.
In making his way to the canon’s bot
tom to investigate matters the bov had
missed his footing in hi§ excitement, and
was coming down by the run much faster
than he liked. He landed at the foot of
the cliff torn as to clothing and scratched
' as to skin, but was regardless of all in
juries in his wonder and pride at his un
expected achievement. He was delighted
to see Crawford, for he was bursting to
brag of his exploit.
“Didu’t I fix up that trap for ’em
slick?” he said, with the air of one who
had carried out a carefully planned pur
pose.
By good luck the picks and ahoyeli
laid where they had escaped injury. So
the work of developing the Great Cinch
mine went forward with no more extra
trouble than the rebuilding ol the shack
and the removing of the earth blown into
the tunnel. To be sure, they had no
dynamite for blasting, but Crawford
1 felt that his explosive had been put to
- good use.
So nigh was Joe raised in the old pros
pector’s estimation that before they sci
to work next day he formally adopted
him as his “pard,” and thereafter that
youth dawddled over the pick aud
shovel with a sense of importance befit
ting the half-proprietor of the true lead,
dips, spurs, angles, and prospectivi
profits of the Great Cinch mine.—Ntu
York Sun.
The New York Worhi soliloquizes:
Count us by progress and America is
old. Compute us by time and every now
and then some fact recalls the newness
of much of our country. Senator Chil
ton, who takes Mr. Reagan's place and
is noted as the first native Texan to oc
cupy a seat in the Senate of the United
States, is only thirty-seven and his State
but eight years oldar.
The llfifl-foot World’s Fair tower will
use 7500 tons of steel, and cost $3,000,-
000.
FUN.
A good razor—Baking powder.
The young fellow in his mad strug
gles with an incipient mustache raises a
terrible fuzz.— Washington Star.
No man knows how desperate a wo
man can look until he has seen her un
dertake to ride a bicycle.—Ham's Horn.
The trouble with thj young is that
they do not do as the old folks advise,
but as they have done.—Atchison Globe.
Doctor—“Well, how do you feel to
day?” Patient—"I feel ns if I had been
dead a week.” Doctor—“Hot—Eh?”
Life-
“A marriage may sometimes be a fail
ure,” remarked old Mrs. Ely, “but a
funeral is always bound to be a success."
—Life.
Young women as pallbearers arc the
latest fad. This is another attempt to
rob death of its terrors.—Philadelphia
Timet.
Probably no one in this wide world is
ever in a state of perfect satisfaction, but
the homely girl with her first engage
ment ring on comes pretty near it.—
Somerville Journal.
If you think nobody cares for yon,
just stand up at the circus. You will be
surprised at finding how many people
will take an interest in your uprising and
downfall.—Texas Siftings.
“That,” said the performer, as he
wheeled around on the piano stool, “is a
posthumous composition. It is quite
probable that the composer never heard
it performed. What do you think of
it?” “I think it shows remarkable good
taste on toe composer’s part.”—Washing
ton Pott.
"Johnny,” said papa, as his eyes filled
up with that same old, faraway, dreamy
light, “there is going to be trouble be
tween us, I fear.” "Oh, that’s all right,
fither,” Johnny replied, cordially. “If
you’ve done anything you are ashamed
of I won’t hold it against you.”—Mil
waukee Sentinel.
A City Lnt ter 1000 Years.
That one of the greatest of all the cities
built by the Buddhists in the East should
have been forgotten and lost in the depths
of a trackless forest for 1000 years is a
curious fact that takes a powerful hold
on the imagination. Readers of Fergu
son and of Sir Emerson Tennent havo
heard something of the architectural « on-
ders of Anuradhapure, the ancient “City
of Granite,” in the island of Ceylon, and
of the unparalleled immunity of its struc
tures and rich monumental remains from
the ravages of the despoiler and the re
ligious fanatic. Since the above authors
wrote great progress has been made m
clearing up the jungle and bringing Anu-
radhapura once more to the light of day.
Mr. Burrows, who visited the city in
1886 and 1887, gave a remarkable ac
count of the progress made in archaeolo
gical discoveries in and around this an
cient buried city during the last ten years.
Readers of this note who care to know
more about this immense lost city, the
limits of which are about six and a half by
four and a half miles, will find the above
mentioned account by Mr. Burrows iu
MaemiUan't Magazine for September,
1887. Since this account was written
the clearings and excavations have yielded
wonderful results. The outline of this
gigantic relic of a past age is that of a
flattened oval. The wonderful palace of
Cingalese, supposed to have been built
about two thousand years ago, aud of
which Mr. Burrows gives an elaborate
description, was only discovered in 1886,
its size and position almost exactly agree
ing with the most authentic account ex
tant from an eye witness of Anuradha-
pura in her glory—that of the Chinese
traveler, Fa Hian, who visited it in the
early part of the fifth century.—St. Louis
Sepuhlic.
Wild Hegs in Arizona.
Roaming over the lands of the Lerdo
colony, seventy miles south of Yuma, arc
droves of wild hogs, variously estimated
at from one to three thousand in num
ber. They are descendants of tame hogs
placed on the ranch when Thomas H.
Blythe was par£_ owner, about, thirteen
years ago. After Blythe’s decease and
subsequent reversion of his interest to
General Andrade, the hogs were turned
loose and allowed to go at will over the
rich bottom lands of the Colorado River.
A few generations transformed them into
savage beasts, who would attack and cat
a man if they had the opportun
ity. They subsist chiefly on the wild
potato, a tuber which grows the size of
a waluut and in great profusion. The
present owner of Lerdo, General An
drade, conceived the idea of having the
hogs caught and the meat cured for the
use of the colonists.
Operations were begun about a year
ago, and though not conducted on a
large scale have proven successful. The
hogs are caught in a circular corral about
thirty feet in diameter, having a trap
door. Plenty of bait in the shape of
corn and potatoes is scattered about the
entrance and also buried in the canal. A
band of hogs are attracted by the bait,
enter the corral, commence rooting for
tho buried corn and potatoes, and when
the right spot is struck by them tho trap
door falls and they are prisoners. The
hogs arc fed a while before slaughtering.
Their meat is of fine quality and the lard
sweet ami delicious.— Yuma (Arizona)
Timet.
FARM AND HOUSEHOLD.
JERUSALEM CORN.
A species of corn especially adapted to
Kansas is being distributed by the United
States experimental grass station in that
State. It is called Jerusalem corn, and
the plant grows to the height of about
three feet and resembles broom corn or
sorghum. The grain is white and an
swers every purpose which is served by
Indian corn. It makes sweeter and bet
ter bread and is delicious when boiled,
after the manner of oat meal. In wet
weather it runs to stalks and grows six
feet high without any grain to speak of.
It produces best when the season is dry,
| and after the plant gets a start it is said
to be absolutely impervious to the in
fluence of drought and hot winds. — Chi
cago Timet.
Chocolate Pudding—Grate two and
one-half squares of chocolate. Heat one
quart of milk scalding hot and pour
over the grated chocolate. Beat the
yolks of five eggs and one cupful of
sugar, aud stir into this mixture. Add
a pinch of salt. Put in custard cups
and bake forty-five minutes. Beat the
whites of the eggs to a stiff froth, add
two tablespoonfuls of sugar, one tea-
spoonful of vanilla. Spread over the
tops of the cups, return to the oven, and
brown slightly.
BEDDING BEGONIAS.
Some remarkable statements hare re
cently appeared in regard to the great
value of tuberous begonias as bedding
plants, the claim being made that they
are equal or even superior to geraniums
for this purpose. Vick says in reference
to the above’ “We cannot but think
that such claim is greatly exaggerated,
if not groundless. All that is needed is
a brief statement of facts. The tuberous
begonias, after several years of trial, both
in this country and iu England, havo
been found unable to staud full exposure
to bright sun lor any length of time, the
sun scalding and burning the foliage and
so checking and stopping the growth of
the plant and rendering it generally un
healthy. In partially shaded places,
where the plants receive the full sun
shine but an hour oi two during the
day, they succeed fairly well.—Netc York
World.
THE WAY TO IMPROVE DAIRY STOCK.
To advise dairymen to raise the heifer
calves from their best cows and thus try
to make a steady improvement in the
quality of their dairy stock is always in
order. Though not universally followed
by this class, we think that the great
majority of the best and most successful
dairymen adopt this course. But there
are times when, though their intentions
are all right, they can accomplish but
little in this direction. Their best cows
persist in dropping bull calves, and so
the theory in which they would like to
work out cannot be followed. A report,
comes from a town in one of the Western
dairy districts, in which out of twenty-
seven calves dropped only five were
heifers, and iu other herds in the vicinity
there has been only about the same pro
portion. This is discouraging to those
who want to raise heifers, but until some
method of controlling sex is discovered
there will occasionally be reasons in which
such untoward conditions will prevail.—
American Dairyman.
FARM AND GARDEN NOTES.
A half-tcaspoonful glaubers salts dis
solved in water is recommended ns a
good cure for cholera among fowls.
The farmers who make the best success
in farming arc those who make the best
use of manures and other fertilizers.
Food has changed the quality of our
breeds iu body and production. It has
much to do with the success of breeding.
AVe must fix the qualities of a breed
by inbreeding; but weak animals should
not be inbred nor those with the same
defects.
Broken grain, like cracked wheat or
corn, millet seed, or something of this
kind, is better and healthier for young
chickens than cornmesl or wheat raid
dlings.
For apple scab,Professor Goff says the
best preventive is ammomacal carbonate
of copper,one ounce of carbonate of cop
per dissolved iu one quart of ammonia,
diluted with ninety parts of water, and
sprayingthe tree and fruit with it before
the scab is too far advanced.
Corn is benefited by all kinds of man
ure. The roots extend quite a distance
and feed over the whole of the surface.
It is a crop that assists iu cleauiug the
soil of weeds, owing to the frequent cul
tivation required, and it thrives best
when the young plants are given a good
start.
RECIPES.
AVhcat Griddle Cakes—Best two eggs
and add a pint of sour milk, two spoon
fuls of cream (either sweet or sour milk
will do), thickc;' with sifted flour, dis
solve one teaspoonful of soda IU hot
water and pour into the batter; bake one
on a hot griddle and if too thin thicken
it; if too thick pour iu a .ittlesour milk;
if the cake tastes sour add a little more
soda.
Potato Balls—Take cold mashed pota
toes, add a little salt if needed, moisten
w ith milk, make into balls with n dipt
of flour on the outside; beat two eggs,
dip each into the egg and then into flue
cracker crumbs; fill the skimmer full of
balls and put into a kettle of hot fat aud
fry brown; drain aud serve on a hot
platter garnished with parsley.
Rich Seed Cake—Ingredients:
pounds flour, one pound each of butter
aud flue granulated (or pulverized! white
sugar, six eggs, two tablespoontuts cara
way seeds, a teaspoonful cinnamon and
a nutmeg. Beat the butter to a cream,
add the sugar and beat. To this add the
whites and yolks of the eggs beaten
separately. Add tho seeds and ipiccr
alternately with handfuls of the sifted
flour. Bake two hours with steady heat.
Paper Made From Logs.
Chauncey M. Depew is such a keen
observer and accurate and able reporter
that, if he were old enough, he might be
suspected of being the bright boy in the
children’s story of “Eyes and No Eves,”
“Growed Up.” He always brings back
lots to talk about from his travels and
voyages, even his little ones. Speaking
the other day about his recent trip over
the Rome and Watertown Road, he said:
“Let me tell you about tlic most in
teresting thing which I saw in my trip.
It illustrates the beneficent power of
invention. It was the manufacture of
wood pu’p in the mills at AVatertown,
aud of wood pulp into paper. I was
familiar with the old paper mill, and its
consumption of rags. Those rags were
gathered from all the hospitals aud pest
houses, slums and reservoirs of misery in
the world. They frequently carried
with them serious epidemics and fatal
plagues, and the paper mill was the last
place that any man would want to take
anybody to, except his creditors, and he
would take them there upon the chance
that he would get rid of part of them
from the diseases which they might con
tract.
“But Yankee genius, accomplishing
the unexpected and utilizing the unfore
seen, put a log, about as big as a good-
sized dude, into a hopper. It comes out
in about two minutes in small chips,
rolls along upon an automatic railway
into a big vat, is reduced by sulphuric
acid to a soft pulb, flattened out by
machinery into long strips about two feet
wide, and cut three feet long, which are
piled in stacks all arouud for use, then
run through other innumerable rollers
until it comes out at the other end, a
prepared and marketable roll of paper
for the press, aud before you are weii
out of the building the log which you
saw enter the hopper is being shipped to
New York to carry the news of the
world, and the intelligent discussion of
every conceivable subject interesting to
humanity, and the education of a first-
class university, upon its face.”—Hew
York Tribune.
Seat Below Oo;an Level.
There are several lakes in the interior
of continents that are below sea level.
The most notable example is the Dead
Sea, in Palestine, whose surface is 1300
feet below the Mediterranean and Red
Seas, from which it is separated. The
Dead Sea is supposed to occupy the sit«
where the ancient Cities of the Plain
were overwhelmed. It is much less in
extent than the Caspian Sea, in Asiatic
Russia, which lies eighty-five feet below
the level of the Black Sea, and is the
greatest body of water in the world lying
below the sea level. It is remarkable
not only for this fact,but for the changes
which have occurred in its level. About
the first century of our era there is no
doubt that the ievel of the sea stood
eighty-five feet, above its present hori
zon, and, of course, spread over a vastly
more extensive area than at present. Ths
Russian Geographical Society has printed
a treatise, written by N. M. Philipol, on
these remarkable changes of level. Since
the early part of the Christian era a gen
eral and gradual decline of the level ol
the sea has taken place. In the eight
eenth century, however, there appear to
have been a few periods when the level
rose. From the begiuniug of the pres
ent century there has been a fall, but
since 1865, judging from recent obser
vations the level has been higher. Lieu
tenant Sokolof, a naval officer while
working in the Caspian region, from
1843 to 1848, collected much informs
tion. He found that in the present cen
tury the level had steadily fallen, just as
in the last century it has risen, causiug
great apprehension among the inhabi
tants of an inundation and giving rise to
a belief in periodical variations every
thirteen years. Lerch, while in Baku,
in 1734 aud 1747, found submerged build
ings which had stood on dry land thir
ty years before and he mentions a saying
of the Persians, that the sea rose and fell
alternately every thirty years. —JVcio Or
leant Picayune.
CHILDREN’S COLUMN.
MORNING.
AVtll there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from I he mountaiu)
If I were as tall as they?
Has It feet like water-lilies?
Has It feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which 1 have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
AA’here llie place called morning lies!
--(Emily Dickinson, in St. Nicholas.
THE MONKEYS BROKE RANKJ*-
Tlie Rev. Robert Collyer tells an
amusing story of a trained troup« of
monkeys he once saw in London on a
stage. They had boon drilled careful
ly to go through a series of military
exercises in uniform, and were mak
ing a line display of their attainments,
'vlien a man iu the gallery threw a
handful of mils on the stage, and the
monkey soldiery at once broke ranks,
threw down their guns and scrambled
for tho hard-shelled dainties.—[New
York Sun.
GAVE A CAT PARTY.
Miss June Osgood, a wealth/ lady
of Norwich, Conn., is very fond of
cats, and iu her luxurious home she
has a lot of them that arc beauties.
Miss Osgood recently gave a cat party,
which was attended by a score of cats,
who brought their owners a!ong. v The
invitations were printed on linen pa
per and there was a picture of a sleek
and beautiful cat at (he head of the
card The cats got acquainted with
each other readily iu half an hour,
and then all had a feast, which com
prised various kinds of fish and other
viands.—[Chicago Herald.
Sparrews Gets Free lunch.
The lazy little English sparrows have
obtained a new method of obtaining
food without hustling for it. and every
morning they noisily put the idea into
execution, being observed by many per- j
sons. When the electri lights are
turned off at daybreak the sparrows
chatter around the globes until they arc
cooled. Then the bothersome scaven
gers slide down into the globes by way
of the barbons and eat the unfortunate
insects attracted by the bright glare dur
ing the night. Usually the sparrows get
a good breakfast of fat flies and bugs,
and often as manv as a half-dozen birds
clamber into one globe. —PittiiirtV Dis
patch.
THE CODFISH WAR.
To be sure there have been riots and
outbreaks iu Holland, as In all other
thickly settled parts of the world—
perhaps more than elsewhere, for
Dutch indignation, though slow in
kindling, makes a prodigious blaze
when once fairly afire. Some of these
disturbances have arisen only after a
long endurance of serious wrongs;
and some seem to have been started at
once by that queer friction match in
human nature, which, if left unguard
ed, is sure to be nibbled at, and so
ignited, by the iirst little mouse of dis
content that finds it.
There was a curious origin to one of
these domestic quarrels. On a certain
occasion a banquet was given, at which
were present two noted Dutch noble
men, rivals in power, who had several
old grudges to settle. The conversa-
tiou turning on the codfishery, one of
the two remarked upon the manner in
which the hook (hoek) took the cod
fish, or kabbeliuauw, as the Dutch call
it.
“The hook take the codfish!” ex-
claimcd the other in uo very civil tone;
“it would be better sense to say that
the codfish takes the hook.”
The grim jest was taken up in bitter
earnest. High words passed, and the
chieftains arose from the table enemies
for life.
They proceeded to organize war
against each other; a bitter war it
proved to Holland, for it lasted one
hundred and fifty years, and was
fought out with all the stubbornness
of family feuds. The opposing par
ties took the names of ‘dioeks” and
“kabbicjnauws,” and men of all classes
enlisted in their respective ranks. In
many instances fathers, brothers, sons
and old-tiinc friends forgot their ties,
and knew each other only as foes. The
fend (being Dutch!) raged hotter ami
stronger in proportion ns men had
lime coolly to consider the question.
A thicket of mutual wrongs, real or
imaginary, sprang up to further en
tangle t!m opposing parties; familie 8
were divided, miles of smiling conn
try laid iu min, and tens of thousand'
of men slain—for what?
Those who fought, and those who
looked on, longing for peace, are
alike silent now. History cannot
quite clear up llio mystery. I know
how hard it must have been to settle
ihe knotty question whether hooks or
codfish can more properly bo said to
be “taken,” and how dangerous the
little thorns of anger and jealousy be
come if not plucked out at the onset.
It is certain, too, that Ihe hocks and
kablicljannws were terribly in enrnesl:
“But what they killed each other for
1 never could make out.”
The kabbeljuainvs had one advan
tage. When a public dinner was
given by their party, the first fish
brought iu by iho sencchal (or stew
ard) was a huge plate of codlUli elab
orately dncoruied with flowers; some
thing not. ornamental only, but sub
stantial and salUfaclury; while the
corresponding dish at a hoek feslival
contained nothing but a gigantic hook
encircled by a flowery wreath.—[8t.
Nicholas.
Queen Victoria has, in the estimatioi
of the New York Press, just done i
prudent thing. She hai ordered hei
agents to use §1,500,000 of the 1m
mense private foitune she has thriftii;
accumulated in paying off the debts c