Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, August 28, 1891, Image 2

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    Bellefonte, Pa., Aug. 28,1891.
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WATCHING FOR THE MORNING.
When the shadows gather,
And the night grows deep,
And the weary eyelids
Cannot close to sleep;
"Mid these hours of sadness,
With their solemn warning,
Comes that song of gladness,
“Watching for the morning.”
‘When the morning clouds spread,
O er the azure sky,
And the howling wild winds
Tell the storm is nigh ;
When the stars all vanish,
Erst the heavens adorning,
Hope the gloom will banish,
“Watching for the morning.”
When disease has stolen
Strength and cheer from thee ;
And the careworn spirit
Writhes in agony ;
In the hour of sorrow,
Startled by its warning,
Comfort thou canst borrow,
“Watching for the morning.”
Years are gliding onward ;
Ah, how fast they fly !
Wasting is life’s fountain,
It will soon run dry.
Death—he cannot harm thee—
Tread on death with scorning;
Brightest visions charm thee,
“Watching for the morning”
Though the shadows gather,
And the night grows deep,
And the weary eyelids,
Close in death’s in] sleep;
Through that night of sadness,
With its solemn warning,
Comes the song of gladness,
“Watching for the morning.”
Watching, watching, watching!
Lord, how long, how long?
When shall break the shadow ?
When burst forth the song?
Haste, O blessed daybreak,
With thy bright adorning ;
Let the joyous lay wake,
“Mornine! Lo! The morning |”
—D. D. T, McLaughlin, in Indepeudent.
TIC TESST.
OLD STOVEPIPES DAUGHTER.
“Look, amigo!” said Tom, hastily
snatching a smoking slice of venison
from the glowing coals. “Look to-
ward the Orient, and tell me the nature
of that little dark object creeping along
the crest of the divide, a movable atom
silhouetted against the blue canopy of
heaven. Name it if you can.”
“What is it, Tom? A bear, or
mountain sheep?”
“Wide of tne mark, as usual. It
looks more like a black ant; but I
venture the opinion that it will soon
resolve into a pony and a man ;and I
will still predict that it will tarn out
to be our old friend “Stovepipe,” on his
way to our camp, prospecting for trilo-
bites and bugs.”
Tom’s keen eyes were as good as a
spyglass. I looked upto him with the
admiration I had always felt since in
our boyhood days he had thrashed the
bully of our village, who attacked me
merely because nature had endowed
him with more muscle than she had
allotted me. Tom sent him howe
blubbering, bidding him remember
that there was no boy so strong but
that there was another stronger. Yes,
we were schoolmates and were gradu-
ated in the same class at college; and
when, after having become a rising
young attorney, Tom suddenly threw
up his profession and started for the
Rocky Mountains, I, of course, did the
same,
I never knew just how Tom came to
take this sudden notion to go West,
but rumor had it that he had been jilt-
ed by some silly girl; silly, I say, tor
what girl of sense could ever hope to
find the peer of Tom Hamilton? If a
sound mind and a sound body ever
dwelt together in harmony, they cer-
tainly didin his person.
Thus we two, destined by over san-
guine parents for future presidents, be-
came simple prospectors, and at the
time my sketch begins, after roughing
it for two years over the wildest and
most remote portions of the great
mountain ocean, had emerged from
our tenderfoot stage and were engaged
in developing a group of claims, which
on’ account of their altitude, we had
yelept “Sky-High!” At this moment
we were in front of our cosy cabin,
cooking and eating our morning meal
almost simultaneously : for venison is
not venison unless served straight from
‘the naked coals.
Old Stovepipe, our prospective visi-
tor, was neither very old nor yet a
stovepipe. He was a famous scientist,
whose devotion to nature's wonders
.often led him through the most rugged
and unexplored regions of our conti-
nent, and whose one eccentricity of
sheltering his brains with the regula-
tion hat of society, had won for him
the odd sobriquet of “Stovepipe.”
Among the ordinary prospectors he was
held in the same esteem as the rest of
the “bug-hunters,” being looked upon
as a man of little account; but with
the more intelligent—of whom there
were many—he passed for what he
was, a brave, highly educated and pol-
ished gentleman.
After breakfast I took my way to our
claims, which lay to the west of our
camp, ard Tom shouldered a Washoe
pick and set forth to examine some
promising croppings several miles to
the east. While skirting along the
further slope of the mountain upon
whose crest the solitary wanderer had
been seen, his attention was attracted
- tosome fragments of paper floating to.
wards him in the light breeze. After
a little skirmishing he secured one of
them and read these startling words:
“Badly hart. Cannot speak. Find
me. Serey Horrann.”
“Good God! Poor fellow,” exclaim-
ed Tom,
Without a moment’s hesitation he
began climbing the steep mountain
side, keeping as near as possible to the
windward. His strong limbs soon
brought him in sight of a dead pony,
and a little further on lay poor Hol-
land, badly hurt and speechless, but
with & look of unutterable gratitude
beaming from his eyes.
Tom took but a moment for reflec-
tion. Stripping himself half naked tor
the purpose, he bandaged the broken
limb so as to prevent it from swaying,
and gently gathering the sufferer in
his arms, began the perilous descent to
camp,
‘| cluding Gulliver's Travels, the New
After hours of herculean effort he de-
posited his helpless burden on a bed of
soft boughs in our eabin. The danger
signal—three rapid shots—rang echo:
ing out among the wild crags, and I
came rushing into camp.
Now, as the little story is about Tom,
and not about myself, I have not pre-
viously mentioned that I had been
launched upon the world as a ‘“medi-
cine man,” and although I had an in-
herent antipathy to drugs, I prided my-
gelf on my surgical skill. I soon found
that the damage to our scientific friend
consisted of a broken leg, fractured be-
low the knee, and some ugly contu-
sions about the neck and jaw, the lat-
terly luckily without fracture, but the
injury was so severe as to cause the
rapid swelling that rendered him for a
time unable to articulate.
In a short time we had the limb set
and the inflammation reduced, and
with the volunteer aid of our few but
whole-souled neighbors a comfortable
room was added to our restricted quar-
ters for the accommodation of the in-
valid. It did our hearts good to hear
the offers of assistance and see the tok-
ens of sympathy and good will that
poured in from the scattered camps.
Venison, elk meat, grouse and trout
were almost daily received, while
newspapers {often of remote date), and
even an incongruous collection of
book were among the donations, in-
Testament and Hayden's Reports.
Thanks to the healthfal surround-
ings and the absence of drugs, our
patient progressed as rapidly as possi-
ble to convalescence, and we felt more
than compensated for our care, in list-
ening to his conversation.
On Sunday a few weeks later, while
sitting in front of our cabin, Holland
having so far recovered as to be able to
recline in a rustic armchair construct-
ed by the combined talent and execu-
tive ability of the firm, we were great-
| ly astonished by the sudden appear-
ance of Lanky Jim, our next neighbor
rushing toward us with mind and body
greatly agitated by some unusual ex-
citement:
Without saying a word, puffing and
blowing from exertion, he seated him-
self on a block. Resting his hands
upon his knees and craning out his
long neck, he at length gave utterance
to this one word :
“Jehosophat !”
“What is it, Jim ? Indians?
“Indians nothing! Je-hos-o-phat?
Wimmen! as I hope to live, and bear-
ing right down on this camp.”
As at that time none of the gentler
sex were known to have penetrated
within a hundred miles of us, we very
nearly shared his astonishment. Neith-
er Tom nor I spoke a word, but I am
ashamed to confess that our first
thoughts were of our shabby costumes,
cleanly, to be sure, but coarse and
fearfully frayed.
“Right from Arkansas, probably,”
remarked Tom, coolly. iE
“Mormons,” I suggested.
“Bet your life, no. Quality folks!”
insisted Jim.
We had no time for further conjec-
ture, for the party, consisting of two
ladies and a gentleman, were now in
sight, and the younger of the ladies
surged ahead of the others and came
down upon us at a dashing gallop. A
girlish figure, at that time and in that
place, she seemed like a vision of celes-
tial beauty, with her golden locks
streaming in the wind, her cheeks
blanched with anxiety and her eager
blue eyes fixed upon the central figure
in our group. Oblivioas of all else,
she sprang unaided from the saddle,
‘and casting her arms around the in-
valid, exclaimed, “Oh, father! father!”
and burst into tears,
“Annette,” said Mr. Holland, look-
ing up to Tom, who stood near him,
“this is Mr. Hamilton, the gentleman
of whom I wrote you, and to whom 'I
think you should show some grati-
tude.” H
“Oh, Mr. Hamilton,” she exclaimed,
“how can I thank you?”
“One deserves no thanks for simply
doing one’s duty,” said Tom.
Annette was of that golden age, halt
child, half woman, and the assurance
that Tom regarded her act as a caprice
of childish gratitude, silenced her own
misgivings.
The elder lady was now introduced
as Holland's widowed sister, and the
young man hastened, with vigorous
handshaking, to introduce himself as
his son, and to declare his everlasting
gratitude to Tom and me.
Mrs. Belden, the widowed sister, a
lady of great intelligence and of that
quiet, self-possessed repose of character
as lovable as it is rare, now explained
their sudden appearance. When they
received her brother's letter announc-
ing the accident they were very much
alarmed, and both Annette and George,
who was home spending his vacation,
were determined to go at once to their
father. They had not telegraphed him
because they knew that it would take
several days for a message to reach
him from the nearest station, and fear- |
ed that he might attempt to move
further east to meet them.
During their short stay Tom and I
did little work. It was our one bright
holiday for years. Always leaving one |
to care for our crippled friend, we took
(the ‘visitors each day to some new
| scene in that grand and romantic re-
{ gion. Now it was a majestic waterfall
| that had sung its weird song for ages
to the rocks and trees of some solitary
gorge ; now a cascade, dashing down
thousands of feet, from rock to rock,
i foaming white as drifted snow ; and
sometimes it was to look dcwn stu.
pendous chasms, or to behold somber
depths of forests, or climb the snow-
seamed summits.
How dream-like wae this episode in
our hard miner's life! But it was
brief ; tor a short time sufficed to make
the invalid sufficiently strong to be re-
moved to his eastern home.
A year passed; a year of hardship
and toil to us. Occasionally a letter
came from, Holland, always referring
to his stay with us, with expressions of
gratitude for our attention, ' At the
close of one letter he wrote:
“Many thanks for the rare specimens
of Pleurotornaria Taggarti received. I
find they are mentioned in Hayden's
report of 1875. Was unable to visit
Colorado this season. Indeed, I do
not know whether I shall ever dare to
visit my old haunts again, unless aec-
companied by my daughter, for since
my unfortunate accident that young
lady seems to thinks that I am not to
be trusted far from home without a
guardian. ;
“By the way, Annette wishes me to
ask Mr. Hamilton if he will be kind
enough to send her a few of those tiny
blue, sweet-scented artic flowers, such
as he gathered for her from the summit
of Bellevue last summer.”
A month later, Tom Hamilton to S.
C. Holland :
“Camp Sky-Hica, Sept. 10.
“Respected Friend—I take the liber-
ty to send you by express the antlers
of an elk, in the velvet, for a specimen
which I remember you expressed a de-
sire when here. The wearer of the
horns was shot by the writer a few
days since in one of the little parks on
the Mount of the Holy Cross,
“I gend the flowers as requested by
Miss Annette. I send also for her ac-
ceplance some specimens of peculiar
rose-colored crystals from Crystal
mountain, near the head of Rock
Creek. These are called amethyst by
the miners, but they are not very vala-
able, being rare only because of their
peculiar tint.
Auother year passed, and it was an
eventful one to us. The great carbon-
ate discoveries had been made and the
mountains were overrun with prespec-
tors, while the mountain villages
swarmed with speculators. We sold
our claims for ten-fold the sum we had
ever hoped to realize. Although neith-
‘er Vanderbilts nor Astors, we still had
capital enough to start an important
business in Denver and looked back to
our years of manual labor 28 prospec-
tors with that true American pride
that regards no honest toil as degrad-
ing.
Meanwhile our friend “Stovepipe”
was back in his old field, and one day
the following letter came :
“EacLE RIVER, Aug. 15, 187—.
“Mr. Thomas Hamilton, Denver,
Col. Dear Friend—My daughter is
expected to arrive in your city the first
of September, en route for Twin Lakes,
where I am to meet her. Will you
kindly see her safely embarked for
that point, and oblige, yours truly,
Horraxp.”
The effect of this letter on Tom was
extraordinary. He was first seized
with a conviction that certain speckled
beauties were swimming about in those
beautiful mountain ponds known as
Twin Lakes that could only be coaxed
ashore by the seductive colors of some
artistic flies of his own skillful prepa-
tion, and he sat up late for several suc-
cessive nights, engaged in their manu-
facture. These preparations conclud-
ed, it occurred to him, that it would
be quite unsafe for Miss Annette to
take her mountain journey alone,
and that as he happened to be
going in precisely the same direction,
there was no reason in the world why
he shouid not make the date of his owa
departure from Denver coincide with
hers.
We met her at the depot. She was
the same little Annette, as beautiful as
ever, but more thoughtful and woman-
ly. She gave me a hearty welcome,
and as she extended her small hand I
noticed on her wrist an elegant gold
bracelet set with rose crystals. She
seemed a little embarrassed as Tom
grasped her hand, and both colored, as
on their first meeting. Perhaps it was
the memory of her rash act then that
suffused her cheeks, and as for Tom—
well, perhaps Tom blushed from sym-
pathy.
The night was calm ana mild, and
mountain and valley were brilliant
under the rays of the full moon as the
coach, fllled with many passengers,
slowly ascended the last rise in the
Park Range, preparatory to descending
into the picturesque valley of the upper
Arkansas, when a sudden halt was
commanded. The driver was ccm-
manded to throw down the cash box,
and the passengers to get out, form a
line and throw up their hands. Under
the persuasive influence of three level-
ed revolvers this request was promptly
complied with.
“The lady can keep her seat,” said
the leader.
But the lady did not chose to keep
her seat, and was already by Tom's
side on the road.
The passengers all submitted without
a murmur to the search for coin, and
the whole affair would have passed
away as quietly as such business tran-
sactions usually do, had not one of the
ruffians, apparently more than half
drunk, made an insulting remark to
Annette.
This was too much for Tom. For-
getting the odds, he dealt the rascal a
blow that seat him reeling (to the
ground. It was a rash act. In an
instant the leader felled Tom by a
crushing blow with his revolver.
Tom’s existence would have ended
then and there, as the first villain had
regained his feet and was bringing a
six shooter to bear upon his chivalrous
head, when like a flash Annette stood
over the prostrate form, her eyes blaz-
ing, her little fists clinched. crying out
in a tone that would have done honor
te 2 Siddans : i
“You villain! I dare you to shoot!’ |
“She's game by —-!" exclaimed
the leader, himself checking the level |
ed pistol. “No shooting, boys. We!
are bound to perdition fast enough |
without that.”
Saying this, he bowed politely and
ordered the passengers to get in and’
move on.
Twin Lakes, Sept. 15, 187—,
“Dear Fred: Ihave had a pretty
tough time of it, old boy. They say I
was delirious for maty days; but as for
me, it seems a long sleep full of troub-
led dreams.
“The awakening was glorious; to
find that she and her father had watch-
ed and cared for me through all those
days and nights of delirium, and to see
the joyous smile that lighted her care-
worn face when assured that all danger
was past—that fully paid for a dozen
broken heads! And when I asked it I
had made a fool of myself in my wan-
derings, she confessed that I had utteg-
ed some very silly words, and she turn-
ed her back to me and looked out of
the window, and I could see that her
ears were pink as sea shells. O, Fred,
she 18 an angel—no, not that! Sheis an
adorable little woman.”
Tom’s next letter was dated some
weeks later, when he had fully recover-
ed his health. He still said nothing
of the piscatorial interests that had |
drawn him thither, and wrote chiefly
on businéss topics. He added a sig-
nificant postscript, however, saying:
“It is all arranged, dear friend. I
am going to introduce a new partner
into the firm. The transaction will be
completed on Christmas Day.”
Annette makes a glorious house-
keeper, and insists that I shall always
make my home with them, declaring
that she will not part two such friends
as Tom and I have been. A happier
couple cannot be found.—-New Orleans
Picayune.
False to Labor.
The Minority Report of Secretary Cuf-
frey of the K. L. Committee.
HARRISBURG, Pa., Aug. 16.—The
report of the Knights of Labor execu-
tive committee recently published by
Messrs. Butler and Wright does not
meet with the favor of P. F. Caffrey,
the secretary-treasurer and third mem-
ber of that committee. When Chair-
man Butler prepared his report to the
Knights of Labor, secretary Caffrey re-
fused to sign it, declaring it to be in-
accurate und biased. To-day Mr. Caf-
frey gave out a statement of his own
which he says he can substantiate by
the official report of the sessions of the
last legislature. He says: “The re-
port of the Knights of Labor investiga-
ting committee, signed by Messrs.
Wright ahd Butler, isso unfair, inac-
curate and incomplete in its treatment
of the subject that, in justice to friends
of labor, to both sides of the house, to
the order and to myself, I propose to
issue a report upon the action taken on
all bills.
The votes published inthe so-called
Butler report contradicts his own com-
ments and conclusions in several in-
stances. Here are a few samples : On
page 16 of that report, the working-
men are told that Senators Robinson,
Gobin, Penrose, Lemon and Lieuten-
ant-Governor Watres were ‘friendly’
on the republican side. The recorded
votes in the appendix to the report show
that Senator Robinson was ‘‘absent and
not voting” upon the anthracite mine
bill and the factory inspection bill. At
a later stage of the proceedings Senator
Robinson moved to indefinitely postpone
the factory bill, using the very expres-
sive appeal to his colleagues : “Let us
butcher this bill,” and they did kill and
bury it without ceremony on the even-
ing of May 27.
“The old Roman,” Senator Brant, is
recorded as voting for all our bills. He
made a gallant ficht for ballot and tax
reform, and yet in the brilliant report
spread broadcast his name does not ap-
pear among those specially and honor-
ably mentioned. Thatis a fair sample
of the whole report.
Senator Gobin, who, according to
this report, was ‘‘friendly,” denounced
ballot reform of every description and
displayed his knowledge of public men
and political events by saying that he
would never accept a system coming
as it had from a “land of convicts” —
Australia.
The report is full of excuses for the
action taken upon the defeated labor
bills. For instance A. C. Robertson
of Pittsburg, who was nota member
of either house or senate, is held re-
sponsible for the failure to secure a
genuine eight-hour law. Whom will
the people hold responsible, these out-
siders or the men who were elected to
represent their rights and interests.
The report says little or nothing about
the house committees on railroads and
corporations which killed Burke’s anti-
Pinkerton bill, Wherry’s safety coupler
bill and the railroad fence bills, general
and local. Itpnames Walter KE. Ritter
among the “uncertain” friends of labor,
yet he is recorded as voting for almost
every measure of reform demanded by
the masses. It does not name the Dem-
ocrats and Republicans who opposed in
the house the amendments intended to
give the mechanics and laborers a lien
for work performed. It fails to fnform
us that the Wherry and Brown consti-
tutional convention bills were the ones
approved by the Knights of Labor, and
it does not give the vote by which eith-
er was defeated ; neither does it tell the
toilers that the minority party in joint
caucus indorsed those bills, calling a
convention of the sovereign people by
direct enactment. It does not give the
vote by which theanti-Standard oil bill
was defeated in the senate and house. It
does not give a record of vote taken on
the anti-discrimination bill. It does not
tell who opposed giving the miners ma-
jority representation on the mine com- |
missions. Tt bas time and :pace to de-
vote to an old omnibus bil which was
defeated in the house, but does nc t give
a letter or word about an infamous meas.
ure, from the labor standpoint—house
bill No. 102—introdnced by a member
from Mercer, which if passed would al-
low the incorporation of numberless
Pinkerton associations,
acter was exposed and denounced by
Messrs. McNilis, Wherry and Ferrell,
and was shorn of its bad features by
amendments. Why was that omitted ?
These are but a few of the report’s
fects, sufficient at this time to ah
t
de
cate reasons for refusing to sigan it.
is unfair, inaccurate and incomplete.
A fall of about thirty feet between
Lake Superior and Lake Huron at Sault
Ste. Marie gives pircbably one of the
greatest water powers in the world. It
is to te utilized on the Canadian side by
a race and on the American side by a
canal 1000 feet wide and giving 236,-
000-horse power of force. Around this
prophetically observes the Boston Culti-
vator, will inevitably grow a great
manufacturing city whenever the coun- | the bench that was almost dyed with .
try arouund is sufficiently settled to
sustain it.
Its bad char-!
A Sheep Parade.
Shearing Scenes on Santa Cruz Island.
Travelers who pass up and down the
| Southern coast of California never fail
to notice with interest the group of is-
| lands to the seaward side of the Santa
‘Barbara channel. Their peculiar out-
lines, theic isolation, and the apparent
absence of human life, render them ob-
jects of curiosity so long as the vessel re-
mains within sight. They are by no
means, however, so desolate and uniin-
habited as one might suppose from a
passing glance. That isabout all, by
the way, the most people are able to ob-
tain. The company that controls the!
largest of the group is very strict in its |
i enforcement of a long-established rule
that strangers shall not land thereon,
while the difficulty of access is such that
few except those who have business
there ever care to undertake the jour-
ney.
The islands of Santa Cruz, Santa Rosa |
and San Miguel are utilized as sheep |
| ranges, and firely adapted for that pur-
| pose are they. There are no coyotes, |
{ licns or other animals which are so de-
structive to sheep on the mainland,
while the cockle burr, which is such a
nuisance and deteriorates the value of |
the wool so largely on the shore ranges,
1s unknown at least on Santa Cruz is-
land. There being no danger from any
source, the sheep on the islands are al-
lowed to wonder at will without herders,
the only care bestowed upon them being
at the semi-annual shearing.
On Santa Cruz island, which, by the
way, is of considerable size, being from
twenty-seven to thirty miles in length |
by about four in width, the sheep.rear- |
ing business is carried on upon an ex- |
tensive and systematic scale, The |
shore line of this island 1s marked by |
ranges of hills, which afford pasturage,
the moist atmosphere ot the ocean pro- |
moting a heavy growth of natural |
grasses and affording an abundance of |
feed, which keeps green much later
than on the main land.
Between these parallel ranges of hills |
is a lovely valley of large extent, where |
| are located the headquartes of the com- |
{ pany, and in which is a large extent of |
arable land upon which hay is raised by !
the thousands of tons for use in periods |
when the natural feed runs short. This |
Lay is stacked up under shelter, and |
sometimes kept for two or three years in
readiness for any demand that may
arise. This idea was evolved years ago
by the occurrence of a season of extra-
ordinary drouth, during which it be-
came necessary to kill thousands of sheep |
for their pelts and the little tallow that
adhered to their attenuated sides.
Although many thousands of sheep
are kepton the island, it is not necessary
to employ one to lock after them, except
during the shearing season. At such |
times a large force of shearers, generally |
native Californians, is brought over
from the mainland. These men are ex-
pert equestrians, as well as knights of tke
shears, aud their first task on reaching
their destination is to round up the!
sheep or at least so many of them as it is
desired to keep in shearing corrals at one
time, These corrals are located pear the |
island headquarters, in the centre of |
two great interior valley.
When everything is in readiness for |
operations to commence, horses are sad-
| dled’ and bright and early in the morn- |
| ing the party of ahundred or more |
| waquera shearsmen starts for one end of
| the island. Arrived there they string
out so as to make a cordon extending
across the island, and then, with much
hallooing and spurring of horses and
scrambling over rough hills and across
rugged barrancas, they work their way
back toward headqnarters, driving the
constantly increasing band of sheep be-
fore them. It is an interesting spectacle
both to watch and to participate in as
the sheep are driven in dozens and hun-
dreds and thousands toward the point
where they are to be shorn of the great
masses of wool which cumber their backs
aod make travel in the hotsun a grievous
task. ‘
Arriving at the great corral the sheep
are driven in, the horses unsaddled and
turned loose and the riders proceed to
the shearing shed, which quickly be-
comes a scene of the greatest animation.
From the great corral open a number of
small pens, and into these are driven
enough sheep to keep the men busy for
an hour or two. The shed is open at
the sides, but as the sun is hot overhead
the dust and odor from the sheep is al-
most stifling. The men strip to the
buff, frequently wearing nothing but a
pair of overalls strapped about the waist
and a hankerchief tied around the head.
Their bodies glisten with perspiration,
and thereis a perfect Babel of talking,
swearing and other noise.
The work is done by the piece, 5
cents being allowed for each sheep. Con-
sequently the men work atthe top of
their speed. A sheep is grasped by the
hind leg, thrown on his back,a firm hold
taken by one and both legs of the shear-
er, and 1n an incredibly short time the
fleece is removed. The writer timed
a number of shearers, and found that
the most expert consumed just four min-
utes and a halfin taking a fleece, while
the average time was about seven min-
utes.
As soon as the fleece was taken off the
sheep was turned into a pen with his
\ shorn mates. The shearer ran with the
fleece to the end of the room, putit on a
bench, called out his name and was giv-
en a brass check representing 5 cents in
value. The tally-keeper also entered a
record apposite the name of each shearer
"as the fleece was deposited.
| Another man seized the fleece, weigh-
. ed it, called out the weight, which was |
| also entered in a book, rolled up the
| wool, tied it up and and tossed it
"into a bin, whence it was removed
| subsequently and packed on the great
{ sacks used on this coast for such pur-
poses.
Through the shearers an overseer
| moved continually, taking note of the
manner in which the work was done. If
any were too careless in thsir haste and
{cut the flesh of the sheep they were
| handling more frequently than was un-
| avoidable they were admonished in
| such language as one may perhaps ima-
| gine but could scarcely be repeated, and
if the warning was not heeded a fine
; them with easy
was imposed, or if the carelessness was |
too gross the shearer was discharged.
Occa sionally a fleece was deposited on
i blo od, und then a volley of profanity
would be hurled at the head of the off.
ender that added materially to the sold-
ity of the atmosphere.
So it went all day long, the men
working on the jump and oniy stopping
when the setting ot the sun and the
coming of night made it impossible to
continue. Then the bell rang for sup-
per, and the shearers, stopping for a
hasty wash, poured into the miesshouse
and devoured a hearty meal, into which
frijoles, chille and ‘‘sneep meat’ largely
entered.
Nosooner was the meal dispatched
and the rough dishes cleared away than
a new feature of the shearers’ existence
was brought to light. Candles were
lighted, greasy decks of cards produced,
and soon two or three monte games were
in progress, As eager asthe men were
to get the pieces of brass during the day
that represented their earnings, they
seemed even more eager now to get rid
of them. No coin is given out until-the
close of the shearing season, and there -
| fore the brass checks are the only cur-
rency that is used meantime on the is-
land. These are piled up on the ta-
ble, and as the game goes on one by
one the players see their stacks dimin-
ish and drop out, until at last all the
checks are in the hands of a few pro-
fessionals and the game sheets down for
the night.
The next day the same operation is
gone through with, and at night the
game goes on again. More than one
of the shearers, when settling time comes
will no have a single brass check to be
«cashed, although he may have sheared
hundreds of sheep and worked as hard as
it was possible. On the other hand
quantities of checks will be cashed for
men who have not touched a sheep but
have put in their days smoking cigar-
etjes and watching their comrades
sweating in the shearing sheds, knowing
full well that they would be able to win
all their earnings over the gambling
table.
The Yellowstone Park Line.
The Northern Pacific Wonderiand
embraces a list of attractions simply un-
equalled. ae
The twin citi@s of St Paul and Min-
neapolis at the head of navigation on
the Mississippi, Duluth, Ashland and
the Superiors at the head of Lake Supe-
rior; to the westward the Lake Park
Region of Minnesota, the Red River
Valley wheat fields, Valley of the Yel-
lowstone, Yellowstone National Park,
Bozeman and the Gallatin Valley, He-
lena and Butte, Missoula and the Bitter
Root Valley, Clarks Fork of the Colum-
bia, Lake Pend d’Greilla and Coeur a’
Alene, Spokane City and Falls,Palouse,
Walla Walla, Big Bend and Yakima
agricultural districts, Mt. Tacoma, Seat-
tle, Puyalluy Valley, Snoqualmie Falls,
Tuget Sound, the Columbia River, Port-
land and the Willamette Valley, Gray’s
Harbor and City, Willapa Harbor and
City of South Bend, Victoria on Van-
couvers Island, Alaska on the north,and
California on the South.
The Northern Pacific runs two daily
express trains with Dinner car and com-
plete Pullman Service between St. Paul
and Tacoma and Portland, via Helena
and Butte with Through Tourist and
Vestibuled Pullman Sleepers from and
to Chicago via the Wisconsin Central,
and first class through sleeping car ser-
| vice in connection with the Chicago,
Milwaukee & St. Paul Ry.
Passengers from the east leaving St.
Louis in the forenoon and Chicago in
the afternoon, will muke close connec-
tions with the morning train out of St.
Paul at 9:00 a. m. following day ; leav-
ing Chicago at night, connection will
be made with Train, No. 1, leaving St.
Paul 4:15 the next atternoon:
Yellowstone Park Season, June 1st
to October 1st.
District Passenger Agents of the
the Northern Pacific Railroad will take
pleasure in supplying information,
rates, maps, time tables, etc or applica-
tion can be made to Chas. S. Fee, G. P.
A. St. Paul, Minn.
Write to above address for the latest
and best map yet published of Alaska
—just out.
01d Sailors Get Sea Sick, Too.
“Seafaring men often suffer from sea-
sickness,” said a retired navy officer.
“I used to get a touch of it every voy-
age. Not the long continued and some-
times deathly illness of the landsmen,
but decidedly uncomfortable, neverthe-
less. It usually lasted a day with me—
sometimes only a few hours. It would
repeatdtself as soon as we left noxt port.
The only time I ever missed it was when
we were chasing a Confederste blockade
runner. I got so excited that I forgot
all about it. Curiously enough when
the excitement was all over I felt a tinge
of it, as usual.
“It is the bilious temperament. I’ve
been so humiliated over it that I could
shed tears. No, I wouldn’t dare go off
the coast fishing because I know I'd be
sick. There is really no sure remedy for
seasickness, though the best precaution
against a violent attack is to go without
eating or drinking on the day you sail.
Most people invite seasickness by over-
loading the stomach with their friends
just before sailing.”’— New York Herald.
——A colony of twenty-five Poles.
sailed from New York recently for their
ofd homes, stating that they were dizap-
pointed with the country. They had
been told that it was studded with gold
mines, and free homes were ready for
ways to make money.
They thought they were coming to a
sort of Eden, where they had only to
pick the fruits. Those who were re-
sponsible for their coming ought to pay
their way back. This country is not
adapted to the easy-going people who do
not know what it aieans to hustle.
The Leprosy Commission in In-
| dia is making some interesting discover-
ies as to the origin of the disease and
methods of suppressing it. In one in-
stance it found a family that had been
leprous for five generations. The females
of the family remain apparently free
from the taint until about fifteen years
of age, and are usually very attractive.
As they get married about twelve the
taint 18 spread to other families, and the
plague has thus been carried through an
extensive district.
Economy : “100 Doses One Dollar.”
Merit: “Peculiar to Itself.”
Purity : Hood’s Sarsaparilla.