PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY IX JIUSSER'S BUILDING. Corner of 3f nin nnd Penn Sin., nt SI.OO PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE; Or t1.25 if not j>*id in dv*nr*. Acceptable Correspondence Solicited, t£TAddroet all letters to "MILLHEIM JOURNAL." A Leave-inning. £he will not smile; She will not stirt I marvel while 1 look on her. The ltpe are ohilly And will not speak) The ghost of a lily In either cheek. Her hair—ah me! ller hair —her hair! How helplessly My hands there! But my caresses Meet not hers, 0 golden tresses That thread my team! 1 kiss the eyes On either lid, Where her love lies Forever hid. 1 cease my weeping And smile and say, ] will be sleeping Thus some day! —Jamtt W'hiteomb Riley Among the Buffaloes. Whoever desires to shoot a buffalo on the soil of America must do it very soon. It is said, by good authority, that there are now left on the Contin ent but two large herds. Of course there are a good many scattering groups yet to he found; but the red men are rapidly procuring the best weapons, and the number of English men and Americans who glory in the hunt is increasing with every year, and at the rate at which the lords of the prairies have been slaughtered for some time past, there will scarcely be a buffalo in the country five years hence. State legislatures may do what they please in trying to protect this noble game from destruction, but it will be all in vain. The laws are not enforced, and cannot be enforced without the presence of an army larger than that required to keep the Indians in subjec tion, and to any one at all conversant with the country it seems certain that the poor buffalo "must go." The pursuit of this noble game is most inspiring sport, and a chapter of the actual experiences of a hunting party for a month would prove very attractive reading. It would be sometimes terribly thrilling, and at others indescribably laughable, for both tragedy and comedy have their place in this wild life. Suppose I give a single instance of each ? A few years ago a gentleman from one of the Eastern 6tates spent some weeks in the buffalo country, and dur ing his stay had the following very re markable experience. He had been out one day for several hours without finding game, and, as the weather was excessively hot, had stopped to rest be neath a large cotton-wood tree, which stood on a gently sloping hill about half-way up its side. lie laid his rifle on the beside him, and had near ly fallen asleep, when he was roused by a sound as if an riny were inarch ing past. Accustomed to life on the prairies, ho instantly guessed what it meant, and springing to his feet and glancing in the direction whence the sound came, he saw a herd of a thousand buffaloes pouring over the hill at a terrific pace, and coming directly to ward hirn. Quick as thought he saw what he must do, and in less time than it takes to tell i. he had hidden himself away behind the trunk of t e tree under whOO " --- 3,486 784 401 • 25 >0 ... 847 288 6 9 413 "3<>oo " - - 205 891.132.<'94 649 "3500 " -50 031 545," 98 990 707 " " 39J0 " 4.052 555.153,018 976.237 " Origin of Blizzard. In the North American Review Air. Tucker looks up the origin of several Americanisms, among which is the vig orous newcomer "blizzard." It is hard ly necessary to say that the word bliz zard, as now understood, is a terrific storm, with low barometer, light clouds or none at all, and the air full of parti cles of snow, is the form of dry, sharp crystals, which, driven before the wind, bite and sting like fire. The term is said to have made its first appearance in print about the year 1860, in a news paper called the Northern Yitulicator, published at Estherville, Minn. Its etymology can only be guessed at, but there luis been no lack of guesses. The English word "blister," the French "Ixmilard," the German "blitz," the Spanish "Brisa," the surname "Bliz zard" (said to be common around Bal timore), an unpronounceable Sioux term, and the Scotch verb "blizzen"— all these and other words have been suggested with various degrees of im probability JUS the origin of the term. Mr. Tucker's conjecture is that it is simply an attempt, not wholly unsuc cessful, to represent the whistling and "driving" noise of a terrible storm. Quick as A Wink. When the professor of chemistry at Oxford, Sir Benjamin Brodie, was ex perimenting on a peculiarly explosive fluid of his own discovery, and was holding a small bottle of this fluid be tween his eyes and the light, either through the tremulous motion or the warmth of his hand the fluid exploded with such violence as to blow to pieces —to dust, in fact—the bottle which contained it; and his first thought was, "I am blinded; this glass has been driven into my eyes, and I shall never see again." Upon putting his hand to his eyes, however, ho found that the glass had gone entirely into the outside of his lids, and that his eyes were per fectly safe. Either the flash of light or the explosion (which occurred first is not known) had called forth an in stantaneous respondent muscular movement, which protected his eyes by the closure of his eyelids. Terms, SI.OO Per Year in Advance. WAR'S HORRORS. ▲ Vivid Description of the Bottle of Franklin, It was the 30th of November, 1864. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon the line of battle was formed, Stewart on the right, Cheatham on the left, their right and left flanks, interlocked like Par thian shields, composing the center. General Stephen D. Lee's corps was held in reserve. Cleburne's position was in the center; his division formed in three battle lines, and he at its head. Thus arranged, Ilood's line was nearly two miles long, advancing, curved like a Mussulman's cimeter, with the blade to the foe. But let us follow Cleburne. Bugles were blowing, drums beating, and bands playing. A courier dashed up to Cleburne's presence, and soon the word "Attention!" was given, then "Forward, inarch!" and the column passed over a hill and through the little skirt of woods. Soon they emerged into an open field and steadily they passed on with "proper cadence" to ward blood and death. The Federal batteries began to open. First came solid shot bounding over the earth and tearing crashing through the ranks, the shrieking shells flew through the air on the wings of destruction, burst ing under and above and around the men, and. at every explosion unbinding more evils than ever flew from Pando ra's box. Twilight was coming on. "Forward men!" was repeated all along the line. A living sheet of lire was poured into their ranks. But the men pressed forward until the terrific roar ran from center to flank, from wing to wing. Night came and the two armies fought like two blind giants in despair. Cleburne's old war cry rang out above the din of arms: "Follow me, bo\>!" Once again, and again, and again seven times, Cleburne's division, and, in deed. all of Ilood's army, charged the breastworks. And once again, and again, and again, seven times were they repulsed. Every time they formed and reformed under a in- st galling tire. At one time, just after dusk, Cleburne captured a portion of the works and turned the guns of a Federal battery on their former owners; but it was only for a few moments —a little silver rift in the battle clouds that enveloped him in darkness. It was the hottest fire Cleburne had ever met. It was but one stream of blazing hades. Con federates were on one side of the breast works and Federals on the other. Men fell flat on their faces and fired from behind the bodies of their dead com rades. Dead soldiers filled the intrench ments. Blood made the earth as slip pery as an ice-pond. Thus the firing was kept up until after midnight, and gradually died out. But both armies held their own. The Confederates passed the night where they were, just outside the breastworks. The Feder als, only a few feet off, held their cover until near daybreak, when they quietly marched back to Nashville. But when the morrow's sun began to light up the sky the surviving sol diers looked out upon a sad battlefield. The dead were piled one on top of the other in awful heaps, and wounded seemed thicker than the uncounted stars. Horses, like men, had died game upon the defenses. Cleburne's body lay there on the top of the breast works, ghastly in the sleep of death, pierced with forty-nine bullets, through and through. His mare had her fore feet on top of the works, dead in that position. Not far from where Cleburne lay was seen the dead body of General Adams. His horse had his forefeet on one side of the works and his hindfect on the other, dead. The general seems to have been caught so that he was held to the horse's back, sitting bolt upright in his saddle, as if living, riddled and torn with balls. General Stahl lay by the road-side and his horse by his side, lioth dead, and .all his staff. General Gist from South Carolina was lying with his sword, reaching across the breastworks, still grasped in his hand. He, too, was dead. General Cranberry of Texas and his horse was seen, horse and rider, right on top of the breast works, dead. All dead. Four thou- sand five hundred soldiers all lying side by side in death. Thirteen Con federate generals were killed and wounded. Six brothers, members of a Mississippi regiment, were all dead. "This was the bloodiest picture iu the book of time." Johnny and Tommy were playing out in a street where there was much fast driving, and where they had been forbidden to go. "Hello," said Johnny, "there comes a spanking team." "Where?" replied Tommy. "Right across the street there; it's your mother and mine, and we'd better cut sticks and get out of this," which they did, with their mothers after them. NO. 11. A Spanking Team. NEWSPAPER LAWS- If subscribers order the discontinuation of news]wipers, the publishers may continue to send ihem until i.ll arrearage are paid. If subscribers refuse or nejjleet to take their newspapers from the office to which they are sent, they are held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them dis continued. If subscril>ers move to other places with out informinif th£ publisher, and the news papers are sent to the former place of resi dence, they are then resionsible. AtrVERTISING R ATF.S: I rk. Ilm i. |Bmn 6 mo*. ly*r 1 aqtiare |1 Oil | iOO f1 )4N $ 00 U column SOO I 400 I 4W 10 00 16 00 column 600 j 800 I 13 00 90 00 86 M 1 column 800 I 12 00 | 30 00 Bft 00 80 00 On® incli make* a square. Administrator* and Ex ecutors' Notice* $9.60. Transient advertiaemenla and looala 10 cent* per line for first insertion and 6 cent* per Jlne for each additional insertion. The Silver Lining. © life oould lie in shadow Unless tho world were lljfhtj Were Justice not eternal No deadly wrong could blight. C)n passion's burned-out ashes The purest lieart-plnnts arej Grows peace, to bless us ovci. On the red soil of war. Unto the oldest ruins The greenest mosses cling j n the fierce blast of winter Is felt the breath of spring! —Clarence Boutellc PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. The mother of Josh Billings is nine ty-two years old. She evidently re solved to live until her son learns how to spell. The Cinciunatians call everything that has a noise to it a "musical festi val." from the visitation of a hand orgaD to a witek of grand opera. A correspondent tells an anecdote of an old woman, who when her pastoi said to her, "Heaven has not deserted you in your old age," replied, "No, sir, I have a very great appetite stilL" "Do you realize—have you reflected over it—Angelina?" whispered Clar . cnce to his betrothed. "Only twe weeks more and we shall be one! But remember, darling, I am to be thai one." Some heartless wretch caught twe cats, tied them by the tails, and flung them into the cellar of a church. Th< residents of the vicinity heard the noise the animals made, but thought it was the choir rehearsing. "You make me think," John Wil liams said, dropping upon a sofa besidt a pretty girl one Sunday evening, "ol a bank whereon, the wild thyme grows." "Do I?" she murmured; "it is so nice; but that is pa's step in the hall, and unless you can drop out of the front window before I cease speaking, you'll have a little wild time with liiiu, m> own, for he loves you not," Gamhetta and the Uuitcd States Ex-Governor 11. C. com missioner-general of the United States to the Paris international Exposition of 187S, furnishes This reminiscence of Gambetta: At the distribution of the prizes awarded by the juries at the exposi tion, which took place in October at the old Palace of Inilustrv on the 9 • Champs Elysees, in the presence of 20,000 people, he stood with M. Grevv, (now president of the republic), and the members of the chamber of depu ties upon a platform behind that, occupied by President MeMahon and the foreign princes in attendance. When the soldiers and guards of each country represented at the exposition entered the building in procession, carrying their national flags, Gambetta was among the first to recogni-e the American ensign, and he may be said to have led in the tremendous out burst of applause, unequalcd duri.-g the day, wi h which the va.,t assem blage greet"d the little band of thirty United States marines. So nark'J was his enthusiasm that on the follow ing morning the Figaro , the notorious Bonapartist and sensational journal o" Paris, took him and those of tho deputies who joined him in the de monstration to task, for an ill-timed and uncalled for expression of repuW can sympathy in the presence of the Prince of Wales and the other repre sentatives of royalty. Gambetta wu3 greatly interested in the part taken bj the United States in the exposition, and thought our example would he of much political value to France. K# said, as I wrote in my official report to the secretary of state; "we wanted and were very glad, to show to our people the triumphs of genius and in dustry obtained under your free insti tutions." After the close of the expo sition by invitation, I visited Gambetta in liis private apartment over the office of his daily newspaper, the licpublique Francaise. I asked him when we might expect to see him in the United States. He answered, with a heavy drawn sigh, that lie had long looked with the fondest expectations to such a visit. I told him of the admiration of our peo ple for his sturdy devotion to republi can government and principles, that he was a hero with them, and could be assured of a magnificent reception throughout the States. He answered that he had already received many evidences of the friendship of the Americans, and that it would delight him beyond measure to make a study in person of the "model republic." "But, alas," he added, "a short and hurried visit to so great a country would be unsatisfactory, and I know not when it will be possible for me to command the time for any other. I seem bound by private and official ties which prevent my leaving France evea 1 for recreation."