Bellefonte, Pa., April 26,1901. -
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THE WIND.
Have you ever heard the wind go *“Y0000000."’
*Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill yon through and through
‘With a strange and speechless fear.
It’s the voice of the night that broods outside
When folks should be asleep.
And many and many’s the time I've cried
To the darkness that brooded far and wide
"Over the land and deep ;
“‘Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?’
Aud the night would say in its ghostly way :
what
here
in.”
“y ! monotony." fidence he admits that h 1d like to d
Yo oo00 1 ‘That won’t be for three months yet.”? “Do you find it So monotonous?" it ones he he One Sine pn
Y0000000.1" “Well, suppose we were to have a row “Not when I’m with you. Bat it makes which he gloats is that he personally has
here, what would you do with the missus? | the moments when I’m not, all the harder killed ten whites in a single battle.
My mother told me long ago You can’t ever tell what these niggers may | to hear.” 1s0 a matter of pride to his old age that h
(When I was a little lad) take i i ’ ; a pride ¢ ag e
e into their heads to do next. They’re| She looked at him tenderly. How he has led forays wherein as many as 500
“That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad :
And then, when Iwas snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
‘With the blankets drawn up round my head
I'd think of what my mother said
And wonder what boy she meant!
And “Who's been bad to-day 2” I'd ask
Of the wind that hoarsely blew,
And the voice would say in its awful way :
of th
their
**¥ooooo00! out hege, but I think that’s a selfish view | smiled at him and touched her pony with
Joo00e0} to take of it.”? the whip.
0000000!"
That this was true I must allow—
You'll not believe it though 1
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;
Suppose when you've been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest—
Suppose you ask “Who has been bad **
And then you'll hear what's true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
*“Y0000000 !
Yo000000!
Yoooo0000!”
was
edge
now.
— Eugene Field.
A WAR TIME CASUALTY.
The Major had received his first commis-
sion from the ranks, for active service
rendered his country. The Captain had
received his first commission from the four
hundred, for active service rendered one of
the country’s representatives. The Major | |
was a gentleman by instinct and inclina-
tion. The Captain was a gentleman by
birth and education. The Major admired
the Captain tremendously, although he
only
ife.
vent
would have been shot before admitting it | tive women did the most beautiful drawn
work
even to himself. He admired his graceful
elegance at official balls, and the careless
ease with which he responded to a toast.
The Major’s wife admired him also. And
that was where all the trouble began.
The Major’s wife was a provincial belle,
the reigning beauty of a middle western
town. She had first met her husband,
when, as a captain he had been sent there
on recruiting service, and she had married
‘him partly throngh flattered vanity, partly
because it is rather nice as one progresses
in married life to speak of one’s husband,
successively as ‘‘the Captain,’ ‘‘the Major’?
*‘the Colonel,” and perhaps ultimately as
“‘the General.” Anybody would have
picked the Major out for a soldier if they
bad seen him masquerading in any costume
under the sun. He hada way of standing
with his weight on both feet, and wearing admi
his chest in front, that was unmistakable.
When he told a person to do a thing, they | 7p,
did it first and questioned it afterwards. kind
His appearance was that of a sinewy old
hound, that still had a few stiff runs left
him. The Major's face was not pretty.
His bair was grizzled and scrubby, with a
cowlick over the occipital bone, his brow
was prominent, his eyebrows a bushy gray
and under them shone a pair of clear gray
eyes. He had a typical Western American
nose, high and acquiline, from the alae of
which there ran deep wrinkles to the cor-
ner of his month. The mouth itself, firm
and concise, was hidden beneath a long
fierce grey moustache, with a corkscrew
twist in it. The Major was a good officer,
. a nervy poker player and drank straight
rye, which never intoxicated him.
The Captain was the kind of a man that
Jou may seein aclub window on Fifth
Avenue between three and five. A pretty
&ood sort, as a rule.
There 1s one particular kind of endurance
requisite in the makeup of a soldier, that
i8 harder to acquire and less anticipated by
the average newly commissioned officer or
enlisted men, than all of the others put to-
gether. That is the endurance of monotony,
Boredom up to a certain point becomes al-
most a dementia. One realizes that if they
don’t get diverted in some way they will
get crazy. ‘When the regiment reached the
hilippines there was a good deal for them
to do for the first six months, and they did
it well. After that, as about twenty per
+ cent of them were on sick report, different
companies were sent around to towns in
the interior for garrison duty. This is not Th
an exacting ocoupation as a rule,
The Major's battalion was sent inland to
a peaceful little village known as Moban.
Yon won’t find it on the map. There are ed to
many things in Filipino campaigning that | the o
are not to be found in pring. Then the Th
Major did * the most foolish thing in his tired
whole military experience. He sent for his
wife. -
In Manila, Mrs. Major was having a
pretty good time. There were many at-
© tractive men, and few American or Euro-
pean women. Balls were frequently given
upon the different Men of War, also at the
~ hotel. Tourists were beginning to arrive
at the ‘‘Diamante’” and “‘Esmerada’ and
every evening she could drive out on the
‘Taneta in her little victoria. This was by
far the most interesting part of the day’s
program. She was living in the Ermita
with a friend, the wife of a Captain man,
and at six o’clock his little Filipino coach-
man would come aronnd, gorgeously array-
~ ed in his white livery, with diminutive 0p | pak
bat and bare brown” legs. Then she and
her friend would drive down around the
~ loop, past the campus, where in the former
days of the Spanish occupation the wealth
and beauty of the city were wont to as-
semble to witness the execution of “los in-
surrectos,’’ then along the south walll of
. the city and back tothe music stand, where
three nights in a week there was a rather
_ good concert given by one of the regimen-
tal bands. After the concert was over ey
would return to their casa and have a
jolly little dinner. Often some of the offi-
silks
upon
room
wind
the i
popu
hard
than
hustl
and
their
them
skin
“did
little
come
on th
she’s
been
cheer
seen
toms
had &
own
were
to t
from
heen
Both
ious.
cers stationed in the neighborhood would th . Th i ing | emphatically, Yes! Twenty dollars a
rio spend the evening. “Yeu, Mim, | uot’) voce it sons Ee aon inking | empl is $1,000 a year. The households
“Major
had a very good time at Manila. In
Moban she only had the Major. When the
- Major told the Doctor that he was going to
send for his wife, the latter looked grave,
‘‘T wouldn’t if I were you Major,”’ he
said. ““A garrison town in this damn coun-
‘try is no place for a woman. She’ll be
little
been
. ‘She needn’s stay if she doesn’t want “you
400," 1 : the Major.
‘‘But this is different*”’ said the Doctor.
“Why man, there isn’t another white wom. p!
an in the place. Women crave women’s
society
don’t you put in for two week’s leave and
run down to Manila. That’sa much bet-
on a hike and raise the deuce around. It’s
all I cando to keep him from starting a war | other. One’s self restraint is weakened in
on his own hook now.’ the tropics. The ten commandments were
‘Well, I don’t believe they’ll leave us
out almost a year now.
dying of dry rot. The old man will surely
call us back before the rainy season sets
just as apt to come down on us some night
as not. The outposts have held up several
“No danger, Doctor, I’m watching ‘em
and if there’s any sign of a muss, I'll send
the missus down to Manila.’’ - :
‘‘Well, have it your own way, old man,
but I’m against it.
cheer us up a lot to have the little woman
“The last letter I got from her,” said the
Major, ‘‘she wanted to come down and see
the place. I think we can manage to give
her a good time.’?
So,
master’s steamer arrived in
Major’s wife and Filipino maid were land-
ed, and the Major met them with an am-
bulance and a mounted escort.
through the palm groves with the knowl-
fusilade from the bamboo thickets. She
had never admired her husband so much as his peace. At last the crisis came.
can charger and twirled his long moustache
as he told stories of the country, and listen-
ed to the latest news from Manila.
For the first two
found much to interest her. They bad
during that time her husband “had been
stationed near a city.
American war, she had
rily to her father’s home; so that this was
her initiation into arm , or rather garrison
horseback ride with one of the officers of
the battalion, always, however, accompan-
ied by an armed escort. There was a con-
of the day was spent in a siesta, on a cane
bottomed conch, which she had drawn out |
President’s house.
noon sun begun to shimmer through the
myriad little square shells that served as
a refreshing bath in a big osier, that was
always kept filled for her use by the chino
2oolies. Then
her many dainty tropical gowns, and stroll
over to the market place and play with the
little brown children. She rather enjoyed
white woman before. Their unrestrained
as pleasant as it was sincere and ingenious.
the poor emaciated fever and dysentery pa-
tients lying uncomplainingly upon ‘their
would forego her siesta
home sick boys or write letters for them to
ized h
humor to be found in only the American
soldier.
Jack,’’ remarked a blonde giant, with a
was readjusting a bandage on his ankle,
women there is jes goin’ to waste, back in
the States?’
“Yes,” replied the other, “an if this yere
readin’ novels. An’ now look at her. Wh
She sez ter Bill this
along the side o’
‘why’ says she, ‘you did have a close shave
didn’t ye 2’
half inch and she’d missed me, and then I
couldn’t a had you dress it.’
tickle her right smart.”
his eyes, waiting to detect the first syp-
first three weeks of garrison life, she seem-
duties in the hospital grew more and more
perfunctory, and as her interest in her sur-
roundings grew less, her interest in the
Captain increased.
woman and had the true Western contempt
and admiration for the more refined pro-
duction of the Eastern States, and the Cap-
tain’s easy assumption of stiperiority an-
noyed and attracted her.
ment arose, his indifferent silence after she
irritating then the repartee of one of her
a ways bevond the outposts, their horses
was intensely hot and the heat from the
ing
timacy had nearly reached its proper limits,
ing of the Captain and herself, and how it
was all to end. She was wondering if it
would not be better
that she was tired of the place, and return
to Manila, rather than let this fast growing
attraction ripen into something more ser-
and wondered if she could not keep things
it would be if he did not have this
the thought of how diverted his friends at
home would be if they knew how he had
vinci fioneiss. him and saw the smil
e glan at him and saw smile.
bored to death.” ‘ “What are you thinking of 2’? she asked,
et
a
a woman's got ey che | in argent dl rt 3
an army man.’’ “What a pr speech; I don’t see where
You § get the inspiration in this stifling
off 1 could always have inspiration so
near me,’”’ he answered, looking at her
more than they do men’s. Why
tenderly, “‘I wonld be. willing to endure
but Ican’t help one any more than the
never intended to apply under twenty de-
grees North. Out here, one is obliged to
modify their daily habits to fit the place.
Why shouldn’ts we modify our code of
ethics as well? Anything, rather than
much longer, anyway. We've been
The men are all
would miss her, she thought. The Captain
sighed deeply.
‘Come,’ he said, ‘it is getting late. The
Major will be worrying about youn.” He
glanced at the watch on his wrist and de-
cided that it would be necessary to push
along if he wanted to mix himself a tepid
drink before retreat.
“Poor fellow,’ she thought. ‘‘He doesn’t
dare trust himself to say much more.’ She
ose gents with the triangle tattooed on
chests lately.”
Of course it would
The Major bad noticed the fast growing
intimacy between his wife and the Captain
and at times a thought would come that
deepened the heavy lines across his cheeks.
Once he glanced at himself furtively in the
little cracked hand glass that hung over his
teak desk. He noticed the scarred weath-
er beaten skin, hacked and crossed with a
thousand little lines, and thonght of the
Captain’s smooth, handsome features.
A few weeks later an ugly story reached
that at any moment one might get a | his ears. Then he overheard a conversa-
tion. The lines.grew deeper, but he held
There
had been a rumor afloat of a possible up-
rising among the natives in the vicinity,
and one night the Major went out in per-
son $o inspect the outposts. As he was re-
turning, he cut across the grass plot behind
the President's house. Suddenly low
voices reached his ear; he paused to listen.
The voices were those of natives and they
were speaking in Spanish. During his serv-
ice upon the Mexican border, the Major
had acquired a knowledge of the Spanish
language that he had later perfected by
practice and study.
“No, Isidro,” said a low voice, that he
recognized as that of his wife's native maid y
‘that is not the way. Kiss me thus, as the
wife of the senior commandante kisses the
handsome Captain.’
“Does she indeed love the Captain? I
do not wonder, for the senior commandante
is old and ugly.” ” S$
‘Yes, caro mio, she loves him madly.
Whenever the senior is away they are to-
gether——"
‘Be off there, damn you.” The Major's
voice cut the soft night air like a rusty
saw, :
Three days later the Major received in-
formation of an armed band of insurgents
who were coming from the North. He left
his wife in the care of the Doctor and or-
dered an advance of two companies. One
of the companies was Captain Morley’s.
The column left Moban about an hour be-
fore dawn. Late in the afternoon they
came upon the enemy, who were strongly
entrenched just outside Loiban. The fol-
lowing morning the Major requested Cap-
tain Morley to ride a little way from: the
lines with him to make a reconnaisance.
He left his orderly behind. "When they
had ridden across the rice paddies and down
into a little hollow that hid them from the
company, the Major turned to the Captain.
“It is a pity, Captain,’ . he said, ‘‘bus
one of us will be killed by the insurgents
today.” :
The Captain looked at him in astonish-
ment, then laughed. ‘“‘Are you a fatalist,
Major ?’’ he asked.
*‘Sometimes,’’ said the Major, grimly.
* 0%
*
The sergeant of the com pany looked after
the disappearing officers with great disap-
proval, as long as they were is sight. Then
he gave a grunt and expectorated upon a
lizard with great accuracy.
“Now that’s a piece of cursed foolish-
ness,’’ he said, to the men around him.
‘How do they know but what these bam-
boo is full er niggers? An they ain’t got
nothin’ but their six shooters,”
Ten minutes passed. Then suddenly two
shots rang cut, followed by a third and a
J | fourth. :
FV) ) : hat’,
Te ee Sh ab St th ye” 2 ie imccmpes
in’ the fellers an’ doin’ no end o’ good. | 38 ie scrambled to his feet. ‘Come along,
oys.
mornin’, when she
; They dashed through the hamboos and
the scar hort Sask mavver Flowad across the rice field, and then they saw the
Y, Major. He was sitting on his pony with a
smoking revolver in his hand.” About
twenty feet from him was the Captain ly-
ing on the ground. Nothing was to be
seen of the enemy, but then, the insurgents
use smokeless powder,
The men approached warily.
“I'm afraid the Captain’s done for,”! said
the Major, gravely. ‘“Sergeant, detail
twenty skirmishers to beat out that thicket.
The rest of you men fall back behind the
rick dike. Steward, carry the Captain to
the rear. Here you,” to a private of the
hospital corps, ‘just throw a bandage
around my arm.” He held out a ;bloody
arm, and the man broke out a first aid
package and hound it as directed. The
hospital steward was leaning over the Cap-
tain. There was a great bloody hole di-
rectly over his heart and his hand still
clatched a smoking revolver.
“Must have been a Remington,”’ said
the ‘‘corps man; ‘too big a hole for a
Mauser.”
A week later some friends of the Captain
were sitting around the fire place of their
club on Fifth Avenue and disoussing his
untimely end.
“Well,” remarked one of them at last,
‘‘its tough luck, but I hope when I go my
finish will be as good a one. Beatum est
pro Patria mori.” By Henry Cottrell Row-
land, M. D.
two weeks later, when the quarter-
the tions
His wife
delighted. It was exciting to ride
He rode along side on the big Ameri-
weeks the Major's wife
been married about three years and
During the Spanish-
returned tempora-
Every morning” she would take a
not far from the post, where the na- Eva,
in pino cloth, and wove exquisite
upon hand made looms. The middle
a tiled veranda, just outside her
8, in the upper story of the former
When the late after-
OW panes, she would get up and take sters.
she would dress in one of
nterest she excited among the native
lation, moss of whom had never seen a
ration of her beautiful golden hair was
en there was the hospital. She was a Sold
hearted little woman, and the sight of
little cots, was more painful to her
to the men themselves, She would
e the hospital coolies out after fruit
cocoanuts, and many an afternoon,
to read to the poor
friends and families. The men idol-
er and would discuss her among
selves with the quaint affectionate
the color of amberoid, to a mate who
you ever think what heaps of good
woman hadn’t married the Major,and
out here she'd probably be jes settin’
e sofy in the parlor eatin’ carmels and
dian,
dark
‘Yes’m,” says Bill. ‘Another
Tt seemed to
e Major watched her with his heart in
of ennui, nor in vain, for after the
fall a victim to the lethargy to which
thers had one by one succumbed.
e:morning rides bored her. She was
of seeing nothing bu natives, and her
She was a Western
When an argn-
1 C neck.
poken her mind was more difficult and
kind. One day, they had ridden quite
walking with drooping heads, for it
ground was almost equal
he radiation of the direct 1ays
over their heads. They had
much together of late and the in-
———
were silent. The woman was think-
The Marriageable Income.
The question asked by one of our corres-
pondents and discussed by others of them,
if an income of $20 a week is enough for a
young man to marry on, is answered by
the great majority of married people in this
city and this country, and the answer is
to tell her husband
She thought how he would miss her
from which proceed the best moral in-
fluences and in which are nurtured and de-
veloped the virtues which keep sweet and
pure and vigorous our American society
are maintained on incomes more often less
than greater. A thousand dollars a year is
a grand foundation for a house and all the
varieties of furniture tha matrimony
brings to it.—N. ¥. Sun
retty
woman toamuse him. He smiled at
looks
dancing attendance on this little pro-
Took pleased.’
tremely. The reason h
a prisoner of war at F
he has to be. He who
est and most blood-thirsty Indian chief
that ever fought the gov
a quiet and peaceful life that is in striking
contrast to the old days.
rather proud of it.
palefaces were slang
set, bred-in-the-bon
Such is Geronimo’s
well to hire an interpre
get an intelligent talk ous of him. Also it
is necessary to hire Geronimo. He does
not talk for nothing, a fact of which the
writer was apprised immediately upon
A dollar bill loosened
the first question asked
how he liked his present position, he gave
answers rather difficult to reconcil
First, he liked the place. Then he said
that the soldiers treated hi
corollary, he added that he
In the subse
questioning him.
his tongue, but to
death crop
out again.
far as winning goes,
unfailing
with skill,
He is a reckless hetter
bluff.
Soldiers and cowb
with the Indians.
One curious trait of the old chief is that
g winning at cards or
has a large sale of trinkets he gives the pro-
dren in camp to spend
Much of his money goes
Eva, and his fa-
The daughter of
from her father.
ed a white man,
in the eyes of the
when he makes a bi
ceeds to the little chil
for school books.
to his favorite daughter,
vcrite squaw, Ketona.
Ketona gets little love
This is because she marri
and what was still worse
father—a cowboy.
Geronimo is said to be 80. He does not:
know his age. He was with Victoria when
that chieftain went against the Mexicans
and later he developed into a leader him-
self. He is a horn leader of redskins for
the reason that he is nos
man but also a medicine m
a man who can talk with unseen beings to
make a really deep impression on the In.
he the privilege.
lives with none:
at home.
to send her to an eastern
months in the year.
Geronimo does not work; that is, such
as raising a crop of corn or millet. He
gets rent free a two-room h
ter plan.” She flushed. ““You shouldn’t say things | all appearances, Geronimo, the famous
|, Yes, and the minute I left Morley | like that.” warrior, is 8 good Indian nowadays, Not
(the Captain) would have the battalion ont ‘‘I shouldr’s feel them either, I suppose | from choice, however, for it bores him ex-
Geronimo is small in stature, possessed
of a keen face and a
lune in his e
color that a
He does his hess
Geronimo In His Old Age.
The Noted Indian Chief a @ood Indian at Fort Sill.
And Yet He is Far from Dead. He Would Like to
do Some More Fighting, but ia the Meantime He is
Getting Many of the White Man’s Dollars. One
Daughter at Eastern School.
Altho
ugh by no means a dead Indian or
a much hotter place than Luzon.” likely to be for a long time to come from
e is good is that, as
ort Sill, Oklahoma,
was once the mean-
ernment, now leads
In fact he is
In moments of con-
htered. He has a deep-
e taste for murder.
English that it is
ter if one desires to
m badly. Asa
wished to die.
quent conversation his allega-
of ill-tregtment and his pining for
ped out with suspicious fre-
quency. It is said by the officers that he
repeats this to all whi
their pity is aroused,
‘beadwork and trinkets
the market rates.
Apparent]
pleasant life.
him with kindness and
lowing him all the.
der the rules
oners of war.
this respect, tha
also a paid emp
draws $35 per month as a scout,
is not permitted to carry a load
has no work to do and ‘spends
time making beadwork
articles to sell to white visitors.
Out of this trade
makes no less than
asked if he bad an
rainy day,
glish :
‘‘Me no save mon
te visitors, whereby
and they buy his
at an advance over
y the old chief bas an easy and
The officers at the fort treat
consideration, al-
privileges possible un-
governingthe conduct of pris-
His position is peculiar in
t although a prisoner he. is
loye of the government. He
though he
ed gun. He
most of his
and other fancy
y the soldiers think, he
$2,000 a year. When
y money laid by for a
be replied in his guttural En-
ey. Me spend it for
squaws and heap gladness. Me like
to have gladness and see fun.”
Eva is his favorite daughter.
he means his wives. In the Ind
ular gladness is synonymous
ling, and a great deal of the
money goes into the game and never comes
He is a very poor gambler, so
but he plays with that
courage which, when coupled
make the most successful game-
By squaws
ian veinac-
with gamb-
old man’s
and runs a strong
He never hesitates about a bet and
if you raise him he will 1
in the eyes and if he thin
will raise you a stiff sum.
read by his face whether or not he has a
good hand. But the weakn
game is that he almost inva
his hand. Poker and mo
vorite games and the Geroni
ook you straight
ks you are bluffing
One can never
ess of his poker
riably overbids
nte are his fa-
mo tepee is the
of many highly exciting sittings.
oys often sit in the games
only a fighting
an, and it takes
piercing eye. The
ye is of that peculiar steely
rouses unpleasant sensations in
the mind, His faceis wrinkled and his
hands are small and rough. His color is a
red. Geronimo smokes cigarettes
these days and would drink fire-water had
He has six wives, but
of them. His favorite
daughter, Eva, lives with him when she is
He gives her sufficient money
school eight
ouse to live in,
bat he keeps his ponies therein and resides,
himself in a tepee.
who are held as priso
All of the Apaches
ners live in tents and
keep their horses in the houses furnished
to them. The Apache vill
plain in sight of Fors Sill.
tepees catch all of the dust and in the win-
ter the ‘snow flurries into the doors. It
would not be a white man’s notion of com-
fort, but the Indians like it.
A few weeks ago Geronimo
Eva was taken ill with some
and was placed at the
at the fort.
age is on an open
In summer the
's daughter
skin disease
government hospital
A large boil appeared on her
Geronimo told the white physician
in charge that it should
white medicine man told
should not.
watching the old warrior
knife and opened the sore.
placed him in the
but the girl im
Among the Apach
excellent doctor and
other.
While little in
civilization,
be opened. The
Geronimo that it
When the doctor was not
pulled out a jack-
The soldiers
guard here for three days,
proved daily thereafter.
es Geronimo is called an
they will’ have no
sympathy with modern
the old chief appreciates one
of its inventions, the camera. He charges
$5 for his picture.
He always looks his toughest in his pic-.
tures. He likes to strike an attitude of
devilish ferocity when being photographed.
The older he grows the greater is his desire
to make a fiendish appearance. Five years
ago, when he first came to Fort Sill, he
was content to wear white men’s clothes
and consented to have h
imself photograph-
ed wearing them.
Now when he poses he
like the old-time redskin of the
Apache tribe. This is because he sees that
his war clothes attract more attention from
white visitors.
them their money’s worth and to
to their expectations. :
In talking about his war experience he
pees —
*‘I do not know how many white men I
have killed. It must be bundreds. I have
killed many women, too. But I never
killed a white baby. I like children. I
will fight some more some day. Iam
for five years more on the battlefield. I
will get ous of this some day and then will
go'back to Arizona and kill some of my
enemies.’’—New York Sun.
Natives Plants of Hawaii.
Sandalwood Once Abounded, But the Supply is
Exhausted by Excessive Cutting.
A description of the native plants of the
Hawaiian Islands is contained in a bulle-
tin in course of preparation by the Depart-
ment of Agriculture, says the Washington
Star. Of these, it is said, the most impor-
tant are the woods of the islands. They
served to make the enormous canoes, in
which the natives crossed from island to isl-
and of the gronp, and occasionally made
voyages to other islands in the South
Pacific. Others were used for outriggers
and masts. Idols were carved from the
softer as well as the hard woods. The
hardest varieties furnished the mallets for
beating kapa cloth. These mallets were
elaborately carved and of a different pat-
tern on each face. They were used in such
a manner as to stamp the pattern upon the
cloth. From the forests came the bark,
leaves and fiber out of which kapa cloth,
mats, fishing lines, nets, ete., were made.
From the various trees came the dyes
which they used in coloring the kapa cloth,
and in tattooing their skins. The materia
medica of the kahunas, or native doctors,
was gathered exclusively from the forests
and fields.
The islands once abounded in sandal-
wood, but the great demand for this wood
in Canton, China, for incense and for the
manufacture cf fancy articles caused a trade
which quickly destroyed the forests of this
tree. Between 1810 and 1825 this trade in
sandalwood was at its height, and while i$
lasted brought great wealth to the King
and chiefs in guns, ammunition, liquors,
boats and small ships, which they received
in exchange. It brought from 6 to 10 cents
per pound. It was the first export that at-
tracted commerce to the island. So great
was the destruction of these trees that it
was found necessary to lay a ‘“‘abu’’ on the
few remaining ones. A great many sandal
trees have since sprung up in the islands,
but nowhere in such quantities as to justify
a revival of the trade. After the sandal-
wood was exhausted there was exported
to China a false sandalwood, called by the
natives naio. The wood and roots of this
tree, when dried, possess a fragrance strong-
ly resembling that of the sandalwood. It
has also good building and excellent burn-
ing qualities, and is used for torches in
fishing.
The ohia-ha is a durable timber, and is
used for railroad ties and. posts, while kela
isa very hard wood, closely resembling
ebony. For fence posts the wood of the
mamame is said to be the most durable,
while it is also a good firewood. The hala-
pepe was once used hy the natives, who
carved their idols out of its soft wood. So,
also, was used the wood of lehua, the most
generally prevailing tree on the islands,
It is very hard, is a good building material
and the best of fuels.
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An Avalanche of Letters.
Prospective Homestead-Seekers Anxious to Settle
Lands.
Not less than 10,000 letters of inquiry
have been received at the interior depart-
ment from persons who want to know about
the opening of the Kiowa and Comanche
Indian reservation. hed .
Secretary Hitchcock gets as many as 75
a day marked ‘‘personal,’”’ many of which
are from old soldiers who wish to learn
whether veterans of the Civil war are to
have special preference over other would-
be settlers. Nearly all inquire whether it
is true that a lottery system ig to be em-
ployed in place of the usual rush.
The reservation will be thrown open to
settlers not later than August 6th, and
some method of admitting settlers other
than the ‘“‘rush’’ will be discovered by the
secretary .of the interior. A number of
plans have been discussed, but none has
appeared entirely satisfactory. ‘As to the
veterans’ preference, he has one under the
law as it stands. He is permitted to make
his original entry by agent, not being re-
quired to enter in person until six months
later. In case of entry by rash, this will
be an advantage to him; but if a system of
drawing lots is adopted, it is thought that
some other regulation onght to be made for
the old soldier. There are to be alloted
14,000 quarter-sections, one to a settler;
but it is certain that the applicants will
number 75,000. ~
When these questions are settled the
President will issue a proclamation setting
forth the terms of entry. Meanwhile the
department is working under pressure to
get the Indians settled as required by the
treaty. There are abdut 5,652 square miles
in the reservation. There is much good
land for agricultural and grazing purposes,
and the report that valuable minerals have
been. found in the neighborhood has at-
tracted many prospectors, some of whom
bave gone upon the reservation without
permission,
Sheep Raising by Electricity.
A machine for aiding in the raising of
sheep is being experimented with at the
agricultural experiment station of Mioh-
igan, at Lansing. Two lambs and part of
the time an old ewe have been Jaeured in
the pen during the summer, e field is
lanted with lucerne, growing thick and
Pn The pen is so arranged that it
crawls the full length of the pasture in one
month, traveling about two feet an hour;
at the end of this time it is switched around
and travels back again. As it moves the
sheep eat every bit of the fodder, eagerly
cropping next the forward side of the pen
as it rans over new ground. A bit of canvas
duck is hung over the corner of the pen, so
that the sheep may he well sheltered, and,
curious as it may seem, they have become
so accustomed to the moving of the pen
that when they lie down to sleep they snug-
gle up close to the forward end of the pen,
so that they may lie as long as possible
without being disturbed by the rear end of
the pen as it creeps toward them. When
the pen has passed, of course, the lucerne
that has been cropped by the sheep imme-
diately grows up again, and by the time
the pen has made its monthly eireunit the
pasture is again in good condition. The
advantages of this electrical pen lie in the
fact that the sheep are kept from running
over, half eating, and tramping down a
large amount of pasture, and it keeps the
sheep quiet, so that they lay on flesh
rapidly.
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The Mighty Pen.
- More steel is used in the manufacture of
pens than in all the sword and gun fac-
tories in the world. A ton of steel produces
about 10,000 gross of pens. Lt,
: os EE ————
spoke in the Apache language to this ef-
ech : !
The Death of a Deer. ~
A Picturesqe Fight Between a Buck and Two Dogs.
A heavy storm swept over the forest,
sifting a new layer of snow upon the frozen
world. After is, the sun peeped out, if
good | grew warmer, and there was a new gurgle
and clinking in the ice-armored ‘brooks.
Listlessly the deer shuffled up and down
the yard, but the warmth had hardly stir-
red them when the wind lifted anew, blow-
ing with a savage bitterness from the
north. At dawn the snow had crusted,
and when the big buck tried to tread down
new paths, he éut himself unmercifully
about the hoofs. With lolling tongue he
was looking out along the forest, debating,
when a wild cry—a sharp querulous howl-
ing—lifted above the murmuring of the
wind among the trees. 000f—000-0000 !
Wooo—o0f—o000 !
Is was a dog. He drew himself together
with a shock. Nearer came the sound.
With wild eyes he looked along his trail.
The dog was in the yard. It was coming !
Turning on his heel, he fled, and at the in-
stant the voice of another hound was added
to the clamor.
The buck shot dewn the open path,stars-
ing the other deer. He dashed among
them, pushing right and lefty agonized in
the effort to escape, yet still intent to lose
his track among theirs. But at that in-
stant a hound appeared in front; there was
a wild babel of dreadful sounds. He saw
the dog spring upon the fawn. It fell,
struggled madly, and then the hound wor.
ried it upon the ground.
Frenzied, the buck turned aside. The
dog was in his path, and one stroke of his
sharpened hoof would have slain the creat-
ure at its work. But his own precious life
was at risk. He fled, and, unconscious of
the cutting crust, crashed through the
forest. Bump—crash—bump—bump ! In
mad terror he raced along. Once he heard
the fawn blat piteously, and the cry quick-
ened him. Bus he had hardly reached the
crest of the slope, when again he heard a
hound give tongue. He was pursued. He
saw the hound leap from the last path in
the yard and come racing after him, some-
times galloping along the crust, and again
breaking through. The buck was almost
spent ; the hound drew nearer, its tongue
hanging from its red and dripping jaws.
As every step it gave tongue ’til the forest
was filled with the sound.
The buck could go no farther. He turned,
his neck ruffled, a red, ugly gleam in his
eyes. He was cornered, driven to his last
stride, and must fight. Boo-00of! roared
the hound. It sprang at his throat, bus
the treacherous crust gave way, and there
it lay at the feet of the buck, wallowing
and defenceless. :
For an instant there was silence. The
dog, bewildered, lay there, the buck loom-
ing above it. Then the deer, lifted both
forefeet together, and: with a powerful,
sweeping stroke, heat it down. Again and
again he struck, furious. The snow grew
red beneath his hoofs, and silently he keps
on—a wild remorseless destroyer. Before
long the huddled bundle of fur beneath his
feet neither moved, nor made sound, yet
still he kept on. He saw nothing, heard
nothing. Fury possessed him.
A man appeared in the brush. He held
a striving hound in leash—the mate of the
one lying dead in the snow. A$ sight of
the stamping buck the man shouted, while
his dog made strenuous efforts to break
away. “Down there!” cried the man
beating the creature about the head, but its
efforts only grew more frantic. It whined,
trembling with eagerness, and then bayed
hoarsely.
At the note the buck halted an instant,
staring about, his awful fear renewed. He
saw the hound break from the leash and
spring toward him. - Then - wheeling, he
fled away again.
His only chance was to regain the yard,
to find the tracks of the other deer- and to
turn the dog upon their trail. But as he
circled down the slope, the inexorable
creature at his heels gaining at every
bound, he felt his strength deserting. He
plunged on, his tongue out and his eyes
wavering. He reached the yard and raced
along the path. At the turn he almost fell
upon the fawn’s inert body. Recoiling in
horror, he turned down another path. I¢
ended against a wall of snow, and the dog
was close at his heels. There was no re-
treat. He leaped again upon the crust,
and wallowed into a nearby path. Down
this he raced, and again it led to the fawn.
He tried another path, yes could not shake
the hound from his heels nor find where
the other deer had left the yard. Once
more he tried and failed—and the hound °
had him by she throat. “Blindly he strog-
gled, striking out with both feet, One
crushing stroke fell upon the dog ; it gave
a long drawn howl and fell before him.
Again he fell upon the enemy, striking and
slashing him with his sharp fore-feet, and
as he stood crushing it beneath him, a rifle
cracked in the woods. Then he died.—
Maximilian Foster in Everybody's Magazine
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Farm Labor in Puerto Rico.
The difference between the daily life of
a farm laborer in Puerto Rico and of one
in the United States is, according to Seec-
retary Wilson, very marked. The usual
hours for work in the field for Puerto Rican
farm hands are from 6a. m. to 7 D. m.
Most of them begin in the morning with-
out having - eaten anything. What's
more remarkable, many of them eat very
little till the close of the day. A few take
early coffee. At 11 o’clock a half hour is
allowed for those who wish to eat break-
fast, and can afford to do so. This meal
consists of rice and beans, bread and ch
or sweet potatoes and fish. Where the
plantation boards the hands, as sometimes
occurs in the sugar-harvesting seasons, the
daily ration consists of one-half pound of
rice and one-fourth pound of beans, or three
pounds of sweet potatoes and a half pound
of dried fish, or one pound of bread and
one-fourth of a pound of cheese. The
laborers on the coffee estates rarely eat
meat, except on Sundays.
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Tragedy at a Wedding.
While One Sister was Being Married Another Lay
Outside Church Dying.
While Miss Lizzie Mitchell, of 112 As-
wood street, was being united in marriage
to Thomas Mee, a well-known man, of the
West End, at St. James’ church, Pittsburg
in Main street, at 8:30 o’clock Tuesday
morning, her sister, Rosie, who was huery-
ing to the wedding, fell. and broke her
neck. The accident ocourred in Mill street
just outside the church.
Persons who saw the woman fall hurried
to her assistance and carried the body into
the home of Mrs. O’Dowed and the doctors
were summoned, who pronounced the young
woman dead. A messenger had been dis-
patched for Father Price, who was perform-
ing the wedding ceremony, to attend the
dying sister. The newly married couple
were not told of the accident until they
had reached the station to take the train
for a wedding trip, which was indefinitely
postponed. Riise Mitohell was 23 years
old and very well known in the West End.
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