Bemworratic: atom Bellefonte, Pa., May 5, 1905. Be——————————————— KEEPERS OF THE GATE. ‘You look as if you really meant to shave this time, Martin,’’ said the House Surgeon. “I’ll bet you don’é finish is. There’s many a slip ’twixt the shave and the very young gentleman on ambulance duty.” The House Surgeon sat on the side of one of the little white iron beds of the in- terns’ quarters playing Set-back with a huge, blue-eyed, red-headed fellow who completely filled the great Morris chair op- posite. As his companion slowly and laboriously dealt, the House Surgeon’s twinkling eye had lighted upon Martin, who, shirtless and belathered, had squared himself before the mirror. Mart tightened his upper lip over his teeth, and with three deft strokes cut a wide path through the foam beneath his nose. ‘“What will you bet, Mr. Senior House ?’’ he said, wheeling round. ‘‘Mart, if you do get a call, go just as you are. Don’t touch yourself, please. Look at him, Shippen. Don’t he look dia- tinguished with those white siders ?”’ Shippen craned in his seat for a second, taking in the quaint figure behind him, then settling back comfortably and taking the cigarette from his mouth, observed in a drawl, “Wonderful, Holmes ! wonderful ! I was quite deceived ! It’s your bid, Buck, what'll you make it ?’ ‘This is my third attempt,’ said Mar- tin, ‘‘and I’m going to finish this time if every citizen of New York is piled in the subway yelling for me.”’ ‘It’s bad enough to attempt to shave at this hour at all,” said the House Surgeon, ‘‘but when n fellow piles on such extrava- gant language as that, he’s courting a veritable disaster. I'll bet supper for the crowd —"’ B-z-2-26—bz-2z-t-bz-z-z-6 |! bnzzed the ‘phone. . “There you go, Martin,’’ said Shippen. ‘All the citizens of New York piled in the subway yelling for youn, old man.” ‘“Well,” said Martin, who hurried to the ‘phone. ‘All right, I’ll be down in a minute.’’ ‘We lost that supper by half a second, Shippen,’’ said the House Surgeon, and then looking restlessly over at Martin, who bad returned to the glass and was making quick angry daehes at his chin, ‘‘Yon had better drop it and hustle, Martin, Curt is in the house. ”’ “I don’t give a rap if the whole Ameri- can Medical Association is in the house. I’m going to finish this shave,’’ retorted Martin. The quavering clang of the ambulance gong rose up from the great stone arch be- low, and the restless stamp of the horse’s feet could be heard on the stone flagging. Martin dropped his razor, equirned into his shirt, and was tussling with his collar when again that impatient gong rang through the corridors. ‘Hustle, Martin, ”’ said the House Surgeon. There was a light knock on the door, and as it opened, Martin dived under the arm of a small clean shaven man who walk- ed into the room. ‘‘Is there no one to receive the patient, doctor ?’’ he said, addressing the House Surgeon who had risen as he entered. ‘‘It’s going out ona call,” replied the House Sargeon, and as.he spoke the amba- lance dashed off beneath the window, its clang rising above the clash and clatter of the street. “I thought I heard it ring twice,” said the newcomer. ‘‘I must speak to them at the office for not ’'phoning you the oall when it came. ’’ ‘‘They did ’phone it, Dr. Curtis, and—?’ ‘Oh, they did!’ interrupted Curtis. ‘‘I hope the patient ie not bleeding ! Meet me in twenty-nine in fifteen minutes. I want to see that wound. And have the things ready to remove the stitches. This is the tenth day.” As the House Surgeon hurried from the room, Dr. Curtis turned to Shippen, who sill lolled in she chair, an interested and amused observer of all that bad trans- pired. ‘What are yon doing now, Doctor ?’ he asked. “I am relieving at the Skin and Cancer for the present, until I get my appoint- ment on the Island,’ replied Shippen. ‘‘I think I'll settle down then—shat is, unless I can get the Contagious.” “I’m afraid you are a contirmed floater, Dr. Shippen,”’ laughed Cartis, as he left the room. When the House Surgeon returned he found Shippen sitting just as he had left him, save that he had lighted a fresh cigarette. ‘‘Well, Buck,’’ he remarked, ‘I'm glad to see your hide is still on. What did Cart bave to say to you ?”’ “Say! Good Lord! didn’t he say enongh in here ? That’s what comes of be- ing too lenient with your subs, darn it ! . but Mars is such a lovable chap that you can’s be hard on him, and he wasn’t more than three or four minutes late.’ ‘What a confounded cold-blooded fish that fellow is, Buck,” drawled Shippen. ‘‘He gives me the creeps. He used to quiz me at the Post-Graduate, and while he is brilliant and all that, I never could tolerate the man.” ‘‘He has few friends, but a hos of ene. mies and admirers,’’ said the House Sur- geon. “‘I never saw a man accomplish so much in a given time, and as an operator be hasn’t a superior in New York. Did you ever watch his hands when he is work- ing ? It’s beautiful. They never stop, they never fumble, they never do anything un- necessary. It's simply beautiful. Look what he’s done for this place. You know what it was before he took hold of it. He started at the bottom, and bammered right ahead ill the whole concern runs like clockwork. He never overlooks a detail, and works harder than any two people in the institution. He is a marvel, Shippen, and yet, as you say, there is something al- most uncanny about him.’’ “I don’t think I could stand that Kitoh- ener manner of his,”’ said Shippen. ‘‘Yon know, Buck, I never was fond of soldiers, and I’m glad I served my term here before the accession of his Majesty. Do yon know, when you were out, he condescend- ed to unbend and actually a pleasan- try with me ? He did me the honor $o say I was a hopeless floater, because I said I was going to the Island. Now—Hullo, it’s seven o'clock. I’m half an hour late. So long, old map,’’ and Shippen in_a halo of smoke sauntered leisurely down the cor- ridor. Half an hour later Dr. Curtis and his staff were gathered round Martin's patient in the ving ward. He was a large, heavy-set man in blue overalls, and still wore the little $ight-fit- sing black cap so common among trainmen. His coat was off, and the left shirt sleeve was split almost to the armpit. The House ‘‘My poor, poor Henry,’ she murmured. ‘‘Ob, Mother, help him—help him to un- derstand!” Though it was quite late when Curtis returned from the hospital, hesaw a light burning in his sister’s room and knew she was waiting for him. ‘*How did you get through?’ she asked. ‘‘Better than I expected. You area prophet, Floy. They say he consented in five minutes after his brother came.” ‘“‘And you think he has a chance?” ‘Yes, a fighting chance. You see, I had to take it off at the shoulder.” *‘Ob, Iam so glad it is all over, Henry,’ putting her arms around his neck. ‘I'am so glad—kiss me.”’ Several days passed, and the engineer continued to improve. On reaching home each evening Curtis was required to ren- der an official report to his sister. She noticed that he wore a small close-fitting bandage about his index finger, but to all of her iuquiries about it he gave some light or evasive reply. This afternoon when she came in she found him asleep on the sofa in the study, and peeping out from under the heavy overcoat that covered him, she saw his right hand muffled in a bandage. As she entered, he turned restlessly, and seeing her, he started to rise. Hurrying to him she made him lie still, and, fixing the pil- low and the covering, took a seat beside him and began stroking his head. ‘‘My boy,’ she raid, ‘you have been sick for days, and you are hiding some- thing from me. Your poor head is hot, and your temples are throbbing dreadfully. What is wrong, Henry? Tell me, won’s you?”’ *I think I must have had a chill, but I’m lots better now, only my head aches pretty badly—that’s it—press hard—your fingers feel so cool.” “But your hand! It’s worse, and you would never even tell me how you hurt is “Oh that will be all right now. I open- ed it this afternoon.’’ ‘Opened it yourself? Ah, Henry!" ‘It’s nothing to worry about, child. It was just a little snip, and it’s much easier since I relieved the tension.” “Henry, tell me when you hurt it. I want to know.” “Floy, you are a regular inquistor. I snagged my finger on one of the trans- fixion pins Thursday night. It was noth- ing but a scratch. It was very clumsy of me. I’m ashamed of is.’’ “You mean when you operated on the engineer?’’ “Yes,” he replied gravely. Got it in- fected, and I'm afraid it’s going to lay me off for a while. Just when I had a pile of work to do.. That's the part that worries me. I don’t mind the pain.” As he raised the band to fix it more com- fortably upon the pillow, she noticed there were little red streaks on the wrist thas seemed to run up the arm. ‘‘Henry, tell me the whole truth. Is it blood poison that you have taken from the engineer?’’ ‘No, no, dear,” he said hurriedly, “it’s not blood poison. It’s just a little local in- fection. I suppose I did ges it from the en- gineer. Atleast that’s when I scratched if, but it will be lots better by morning, 80 don’t worry. The only thing I mind is the time. I haveso many things to do, I just can’t afford to lose is now.’ His sister rose. “Iam going to phone for Dr. Courtnay.”’ “No—come back. Please don’t. He couldn’t do an earthly thing. Just pus that bottle on the mantel in the sancepan, and get it warm and pour some on these dressings. If it’s not a great deal better by morning, we'll call Courtnay and let bim have a look at it, if it will be any comfort to you.’’ Surgeon deftly cut away the temporary dressings and revealed the forearm torn and mangled to the wrists. The raw surface was black with grease and coal dust that was ground into the wound. ‘There is no radial pulse,and both bones are broken in several places,” said the House Surgeon, and as he raised the arm to demonstrate, a low moan escaped the saf- ferer. ‘That will do,”’ said Dr. Curtis, “wrap it up in a bichloride compress. You can’t get that surface olean. It will have to come off above the elbow. Have the operat- ing room ready by nine. He doesn’t seem much shocked. Make the compress rather tight, Doctor, and have a tourniquet ready in case it hleeds. I'll be back at nine. It’s fortunate it’s your left arm,’’ he said, turn. ing to the wounded man. . “Fortunate !"’ cried the sufferer. ‘‘My God, man, that’s my throttle arm ! Which side of a cab do you suppose an engineer sits on ? You needn’t bother about fixing that operating room, Doctor,” he said, ad- dressing the House Surgeon. “We’ll wait and see if something can’t be done to save it. I’ve been on the road a good many years, and I’ve seen some pretty bad breaks get well.” i “It’s not a question of breaks,” said Curtis; ‘‘the arm is mashed to a pulp. I can’t get well. If is practically dead now. If you put it off, blood poison is sure to set in, and then it may be too late. There is nothing to be gained by delay. It will have to come off in the end, and you might as well make up your mind to itnow. Of course, I can’t take it off against your will.” ‘‘No,”” interrupted the engineer, *'I know you can’t. I’m used to running risks, and, besides, I'd just as soon die as lose that arm. It’s my living, man !—I believe you are advising what you think best, bust I can’t make up my mind to let it go, so that ends it.”’ “Very well,” replied Curtis,and he tarn- ed on his heel to leave. “Shall I have the operating room ready at nine, Dootor ?”? asked the House Sur- geon. ‘No, not to-night. Pat him to bed and have him watched closely for bleeding. I'll leave my orders at the desk.’ Three nights later, when Curtis reached home, his sister came to the door to meet | him, ‘‘How is the engineer, Henry?" she asked, as she helped him off with his coat. ‘Oh, the man with the arm ? He’sin a pretty bad way, and as pig-headed as ever,’”’ he replied, leading the way to the dining room. Here she was soon busy with the tea things, while he seated himself comfortably before the fire with the evening paper. They lived alone, these two young people, with only theservants, and a strange con- trast they made to the old house with its quaint antique furnishings. There was, however, an air of sabstantial comfort to the surroundings, and ahove and over all was evidenoe of the touch of the woman. The sister was not a beauty, though her features were clear and regular, and while the resemblance to her brother was mark- ed, all the hard lines were softened in the woman. To-night there was a touch of sadness mingled with the tenderness of her face and voice that a closer observer than her brosh- er must have seen. At the little polished tea-table she again asked abous the engineer. ‘‘Tell meall abous it, Henry. I am more interested in this case than any you ever told me of. Do you think he is going to die 2” : ‘*It looks very much that way. He still refuses to have anything done.”’ ‘Do you think the operation could save him now ?*’ *‘It is doubtful. Secondary hemorrhage has set in and he has lost a good deal of blood. The infection has extended so high that an amputation at the shoulder would be necessary, and I doubt if he has the strength to stand that now. The infection seems a most virulent one. His temperature is over a hundred and four and his hears is racing badly.” ‘‘Have you tried bard to persuade him, Henry ?'’ she asked almos$ pleadingly. *‘I 2—No, I laid the facts before him, and he declined. I’ve lost patience with the fellow. Now that the pain has gripped him, he is calling for morphine all the time.’’ ‘Poor fellow, the suffering must be dreadfal !”’ ‘Yes, of course, it’s bad, bus if a man is bull-headed enough to pit his will against the opinion of people who know, he ought to have the grit to stand it.”’ The look of sadness on the face of the sister deepened into one of positive pain, but with an effort she conquered it. When she spoke again it was in a voice low and plaintive. ‘‘Has he no wile—or—or a sister, Henry, who might persuade him—who might show him it was for the best?’ ‘‘I am told thas he has a wife somewhere, but they have notlived together for sev- eral years. His brother from she Wess will reach here to-night, though I do not think he will accomplish anyshing, for his friends and even high officials of she road have done their best.’ ‘But what does he say, Henry? Why does he refuse this way?” ‘Just what he said from the first. Is’s his throttle hand and he’d be no good in the world without it. That is all the an- Swer you get t0 argument or persnasion.’’ **Is seems an awful thing to think of—a big strong man baving to die when he might be saved. And yet” she contin- ned, ‘‘how could he make a living with just one arm?’? “Make a living!” he exclaimed. ‘‘The Brotherhood would never let him suffer, and the company for that matter would probably give him employments for life.” “But he could never run his engine again with one arm gone,’ she said. ‘No, of course, he could not do that, but they might make him a messenger at the shops, or manager of a section gang, or maybe they would les him keep a gate.” “Keep a gate?’ she repeat slowly, as though she did not quite understand. ‘‘Heory,’”’ and she lifted her great sad eyes as if to receive a blow, ‘‘yon don’s mean one of those men who live in little boxes on the corner—who let down the long bars to keep back the people when the train goes by! Oh, brother! brother!’ she cried, and, burying ber face in her arme, she sobbed as if her heart would break. Curtis looked up for a moment in utter astonishment, then, hurrying to her side, put his arm about her and whispered ten- derly: ‘What is it, Floy? Don’t ory, litsle sister. Please don’t. I am sorry I ever told you anything about it. I never dreamed you would sake it so $o hears.’ ‘‘Henry, you don’t understand,” she cried. ‘You don't understand! Go ‘phone to the hospital, and tell them you will operate whenever he consents. See il the brother is there. Something tells me he will persuade him. Don’t wais—go!” As her brother hurried from she room, she slipped down to the rug .and buried her head in the big cushioned chair. The light burned dimly in the neat litle hospital room that had been Dr. Curtis's home for several days. The door cpened softly, and his sister came in and took a seat beside him. “Would you mind leaving us alone for a while, Miss Carter?’’ asked the sick man. ‘‘My sister will ring if I need any- thing. That’s better, thank you,” as the nurse gently shifted the bandaged arm. When the door closed his sister stooped and kissed him. “You are better now, aren’t you, dear?” she asked. Yes, I am quite easy now. I have tak- en the morphineat last. I held out as long as I could, but I was whipped by the pain. It was stronger than I—oh, Floy — I have been beaten.” . ‘‘Hush, Henry,’ she whispered. ‘Yon mustn’t talk so. You’ll make yourself worse.’’ ‘‘Floy, I must talk—I just must. Court- nay told me all—"’ *‘He promised me—"’ she interrupted. “Don’t blame him, dear. I made him. I swore I'd rip away the bandages and see for myself unless he told me all he had done to me. It’snot his fault—he bad to tell me. I just had to know the truth— I oould not stand it. My work is done, Floy,” he continued. ‘‘The thumb and the index finger are gone, and they have slit the tendon sheaths of the other fingers well up above the wrist—I van never do surgery again. IfI get well I'll have a band like a hooked fork with enly three prongs—oclaw hand we call is.” ‘Oh, Henry, please, please don’t. I'm sure it is not as bad as that. You are juss making yourself worse. Try nos to think ofit any more—there—come closer, and let me rub your head. I’ll have to leave it you talk like that. You don’t want me to leave you, do youn?” He did not answer, bus pressed her band and cuddled closer. ‘‘Floy,’’ he said after a pause, ‘‘it’s the grandest game in the world. There’s nothing to compare with it. It beats war. It makes my blood boil $0 hear them talk about a surgeon loving blood, as if we were a ses of ghouls. Our mission is to stop it. It is the joy of the expert who knows his work and loves is. Just to look about you and see your as- sistants ready, waiting, each in his place, each with his part to play, like regulars at gun drill. Not a word—not a hitch—only the olick of the forceps, or the low cali, ‘Sponge!’ Ob, Floy, it’s beautiful! to feel the ligature tighten and sink home—to see the tied vessel throb, throb, throb, and to know thas is will never slip and bleed—to know that the vessel is closed for all time! And to think I can never operate again— just when I had made a name and won a place in the world! Oh, Floy—it’s hard— hard!” She saw this strong, proud soul like a wounded bird beating at the bars of its cage for the light and air it loved. Though the words were like wounds, she knew that in them was relief, andso did not seek to oheck them, but gently stroked his forehead and waited—waited for the end that she saw was near. When he spoke again, his voice was low and passionless: ‘‘Yes, my work isdone. I can never do surgery again. Iam ordered to the rear. I must fall back and see the men I bave beaten close in and take the place I've won.” i 4 ‘‘But, Henry, there is your writing and leotures.”’ ‘‘Yes,’’ he said eagerly, I can write. Iocan still hold a pen—and my lectures! —but, no, Floy,’’ be said excitedly, ‘I can’t do that. I could not stand it—to stand there before them and lecture abont the things I can no longer do—to tell them how it should be done—and leave it to others to show them! —1I couldn’, Floy—I couldn’t—they’d see ‘my hand!—Ah, my beautiful hands!’ he cried, ‘‘how I have drilled and schooled them —taught them to feel--trained them till they touched and knew like the finger- tips of the blind! And nowIam maim- ed—they have killed my usefulness! What can I do without a hand? Look at that orippled claw!’ he cried, springing bolt upright, and holding the bandaged arm bigh above his head—then turning to his sister with a look of dumb terror: ‘Look, Floy! My band!-—My God!--my throttle band! Maybe they will let me keepa gate!’’ and, burying his face in her lap, he sobbed as though the very fibres of his be- ing were racked and rent. She spoke no word, but touched him with her hands upon the head and upon the shoulders, crooning softly the while as a mother might to her child. When Miss Carter came in she foond him sleeping sweetly, his head still pillowed in ber lap. But she could not understand, for on the sister’s face there was a look of joy and exaltation as though she had fought a great battle and had won. The engineer’s rolling chair was drawn up close to Curtis’s bed. “I didn’t know a word about it till yes- terday,’’ he began falteringly. ‘I asked them why you stopped coming to see me, and they told me you were away. You see, they kept it from me. After I found it ont I couldn’t eat or sleep till they let me come. It’s all my fault, and I can never forgive myself. It I only had listen- ed to you that night!’ ‘Listen to me now,’’ said Curtis gently, laying his band upon the other's knee. “I bave had a pretty hard lesson since that night, but I helieve I have learned is. I have learned that there are other kinds of work in the world besides my own, and that they may be as close to other men as mine is to me. I have fouud out that a man isa man. IfI bad known these things then, you would not have refused. I bave only myself to blame. I didn’t mean to be a brute—and I want to ask you to forgive me!’ The long summer day was drawing to a close. A cool shadow filled all the valley, and the sun was fast climbing up the mountain that bordered the eastern side of the river. Upon a high rock that flanked one of these poole just where the stream rushed in, two men were fishing. One, a tall man reached far out with his rod and drop- ped his bait into an inviting eddy. His companion was busily engaged in captur- ing a minnow from a big green buckes that stood between them. Faroff there came a rumbling sound thas rose above the rush of water. Nearer and nearer it came, rising to a muffled roar, and with a shriek of the whistle an express train burst into sighs. On it rush- ed, the black smoke trailing out behind, rising and nestling in little clouds upon the sides of the mountain. The train heeled gracefully as she took the curve, straightened, heeled again, and disappear- ed around a huge stone cliff. The tall man stood motionless, gazing at the high oliff round which the smoke still bung. He had lost an arm, and an empty sleeve dangled limply at bis side. ‘‘God! ain’ she beautifal!’’ he murmured. His companion had secured his minnow and was gravely contemplating the gasping mite thas lay clutched in a strangely mis- shapen band. Suddenly he reached out over the river, let it fall, and watched the frightened creature as it dashed for the protecting shadow of a friendly rook. When he turned he saw that the other had been watching him. For a moment they looked at one another, saw, and under- stood—these two Keepers of the Gate. Committee Wants Correct Names of Cen tre County Soldiers. In order to secure absolute accuracy in the names and spelling thereof on our sol- diere’ monument, we will publish from time to time the lists of certain companies 80 as to enable those who are interested to suggest changes in initials or spelling, and also to suggest the names of any persons who may have been omitted from the rolls. This is the last opportunity which will be given to our people and to the sarvivors or friends of deceased soldiers who served from Centre county to have these names correcs- ed. The Committee, therefore, appeals very earnestly to all who are interested in the subject to carefully scan all the names to ascertain. 1st, whether any bave been omitted; and 2nd, whether the names of those already contained in the rolls are properly spelled, It is also very important that the names of soldiers who enlisted in organizations outside of the county or State should be secured, in order that they may find their place among the nation’s defenders upon the monument. This is perhaps the most important thing which the Committee bas in charge, the organizations from our own county being already well known. If, therefore, any person, in or out of the coun- | J ty, has knowledge of a citizen of Centre county who enlisted in organizations out- side of the county and State, it is especially important that their names should be as- certained, so that they may find a place among those who enlisted at home. Any communication in regard to these names addressed to Gen. John I. Curtin or William H. Musser, Bellefonte, will re- Li ceive prompt attention. OLD COMPANY “A.” 40th PENNSYLVANIA THREE YEAR REGIMENT Joseph M. Greene, Oaptain. James A. Quigley, Oaptain. Andrew 8. Davidson, 1st. Lieut. ‘Wm. D Harper, 2nd Lieut. Po ee, 1st. Sergt. Ol . ona W. Stephens, 2nd. * jane gbeath, o 28 n 1s% wis T. Wetzler, 2nd. IP m. H. Confer, 38rd. ae Alex W. Duke, 4th. o James Hill, 5th. bo Wi. J. Johnston, 6th, James A. Knoll, 7th. se Daniel Swires, 8th - rege W. Rutton, Musician. Alex Draucher . Clement Murphy, Wagoner. PRIVATES, W. H. Ammerman, Joseph G. McGinley, Silas Allen, David McAfee, Adam Breath, William H, McFarland Elias Bowman, Joseph Mull, Sa John H, Benner, Isaiah Dale, Joseph Eckley, James H. Firon, Matthew W, Owens, Joseph H. Poorman, Israel Potts, John Ricker, Andrew Gregg, Timothy Ryon, James Hughey, Thomas hy . F, Heaton, William Rose, William Hanes, William Rigg, John M. He ler, Jacob Shiver, George Harkless, Lewis Sunday. Robert Hipple, Jeremiah Spiece, Henry P, Jones, liam E. Shope, W. T. Keaton, Jones Spangler, John E. Kunes, Asbery W. Lucas, Andrew Lucas James 8. Lucas, William Lewis, John 8. Myers, Gooree W. Miies. Val. Miller, Andrew J. Moss, Andrew Martin, George W. Miller. Edward McGinley. Wilson Walker, OLD COMPANY “G.” 49th PENNSYLVANIA THREE YEAR REGIMENT, John Boal, Captain. A. Boyd Hutchison, *¢ Matthew B. Sneal, Michael Sennet, John Setzler. William T. Stewart, William Singer, Charles Wolf, Jacob Workman. William Walker, George Witherite, Valentine Williams, David Walker, James T. Stewart, * to Lieut. Col. Christian Dale, i w Irvin. 1st. Lieut. James P. Smith, 1st, Sergt. George Ketner. 5th. * William P. Shope, 1st. Corp. Jerry C. Brown, 2nd. * JohnF. Woods. 3rd. Jacob MeCool, 4th. W. H. H, Musser, 5th. William Youts, 6th. Griffith Lytle. 7th. * John Miller, 8th. ¢ James F. Henderson. Musician, James H. Henderson, id William Shaffer, Wagoner. PRIVATES. Joseph Ammerman, Joseph C. Hess, William Alters, Levi F. Knarr, John Albright, W. H. Kaup, Israel Albright, 6 James Kennelly, Gotlieb Armbruster, Edward C. Koonce, Horatio M. Benner, Peter Koon, Luther Benfer Lot Lowry, William Breyman, William Tiohty, <harles Lawver, Henry E, Lawver, Thomas C. Mayes, William McElhatten, John Musser, Lot Orr. Daniel S. Parker, James A. Patten, James Richter David Raymon. Solomon Raymon, John E. Schriber, James Shorthill, John Berkheymer, Willism Beozer, James T, Brion John D Benner, Edward Y. Bock, David 8. Campbell, William F. Campbell, William Colyer, William Corbin Calvin Cain, John T, Crosthwait. Joseph C. Campbell, J¢ hn N. Dunkle. Juhn M. Duey. Jacob Smith, James Dougan, Thomas Toot, Charles Eekenroth Sootge W. Thompson, John Fulton, WwW. H. Taylor, William Freed, W. N. Toner, James Gilbert, James Wilson David Gilbert, Franklin C. Wolf, Thomas Glenn, Benjamin F, Wagner, John H. Hoy, Samuel K. Working, William P. Hewes, Andrew J. Yeager, John 8. Harper, Israel Young, MISCELLANEOUS LIST OF NAMES IN OTHER COMPANIES OF SAME REGIMENT, Company *C.” Oliver C. Coyle, Private. William H. Gray, Storms'own, os John McQuillen, * Joseph McQuillen, oe Richard McQuillen, sr William IL. Roach, be John Whippo, Graysville, 1 Company “E.” Jacob Barto, Halfmoon, . Charles Frain, Marion, “ John Fravel, ¢ Se George W. Hamer, Stormstown, se James M. Harbaker, Bellefonte, $6 John Holmes.Marion, ‘s William Kaup. Howard, iy Abram Kline, Jacksonville, .6 Levi Knarr, Boalsburg, od John Moyer, Huston, ! or Israel Potter, Liberty. H John Richards, Marion, id John Rickard, Jacksonville, " Samuel Rockey. i $6 John A. Ross, se '" John Ross, Burnside, Homer 8. Smythe, Jacksonville, * Stephen Transion, Marion, : Andrew Walizer, st William Watkins, £8 ss Oliver P. Wilson, Walker. 18 J. Calvin Wing, Marion Li John C, Wise, .Jacksonville, e Gideon Wolf, Marion. “" Jacob Worth, Mijes, s Company *‘F.” a James I. Ooon, Unionville, o" Harlen Gritler, a . Lewis Horry, George M. Knight, * ” Wm. Masterson, 4 e Miller, Boggs Twp.. * John Moyer, Patton Twp. - Joseph Preston, Patton Twp., te George 8S. Whitecraft, Unionville, ** Harry M. Worth, # s6 John 8. Meyers, Co. '‘D.” ge Daniel McGrady * “ Worth Twp, * James W, Sankey, Co. ‘H.” hd COMPANY “Gi.” 518t REGIMENT. Austin B. Snyder, Captain. William H. Blair, * John R. Gilliland. % George B. Campbell. 1st. Lieut, John Gunsalles, ew Curtin B. Stoneroad., 2nd. © George Decker, a George Dumont. Serg't. Edward Shannon, * David Youts, be D. C. Ammerman, id Joseph A. Clark, »8 Louis Cartuyvel, £4 Joseph J. Peter, ** Adam Grassmire’ * Juseph Ammerman, Corporal. John F. Bowes, sc] Jacob Casher. £8 Robert Hinton, " John E. Wil, se James Dowling, s George Armstrong, 3. Hezekinh Dixson, 86 James Holmes, it James Elder, Musician. PRIVATES. Thomas Ammerman, George Larah, J. E. Ammerman, James G. Luoas, Geor| John Allard, Marx A, Loeb, Levi Bowes, Jesse G, Lucas, Reuben Berall, George G Meisse, Jacob 8. Beightol, Thomas Moser. James Bruce, David Mills, John Bowes. Robert Montgomery, William Buoy, Samuel Moore, Philip H. Bratton, William Moore. James Beigbtol. Oalvin L. Morrison, Theophilus Baird, John Miller, Rollatd Bowers, William Mackey, Lewis P, Oayot, Thomas McCafferty, Geo ox, jars Mecllarney, Israel H. Commer. John 8. Noll, Frederick Carson, Patrick Powers, Henry Oramer. Wilson Poorman, James Poorman, Charles Callahan, Henry Poff. John F. Derstine, Miles Dillen, Charles Prescott, Daniel Deckman, James Powers, Edward Downing, August Rolley. James Dolan Geurge Roagdrs, Benjamin J. Etters, Nicholas Rolley. ohn Fie, Charles Ricker. Daniel Frieze, Philip Richards. Andrew Fetzer, Jacob Rapp: David Force. William cides, Archey Frazier Henry A. Roan, Henry D. Showers, Samuel D. Stidinger, Michael Shires, Daniel Sheets, Christian Sheets, Daniel Showers, John J. Fisher, James Gummo, R. C. Bollabaugh, John Hollabaugh, John Heinel, Michael Henning, William P, Hall, William Search, Andrew Hall, James A. Scott, Houston Heichel, Jeremiah Troy, John H. Hoovan, John Troy. bomas Irwin, Aaron Thatcher, rge Johnson, Samuel Troy, art Johnston, William W y Abraham B. King, William Watson, James K. King Hiram Woodring, lames KF. Katon, Newton Whippo, Wesley Katon, William Wenrick, John Kearnes, Lewis A. Wylands. Martin Kearnes, Wallace Wiggins, Samuel Klinger. Jackson Watson, William Young. MISCELLANEOUS NAMES OF THE blst REGIMENT William Allison, (Potter) Co, “H.” Jewett S. Harding, (Miles) © o Samuel 8. McEwen. (Unionville) se Thomas Weaver, (Miles) Co. iss Samuel Myers, (Ferguson Twp) Co. y Jacob H, Myers, ** . : Jackson Myers. (Benner ** ) “ Thomas Troy, (Halfmoon) gece ——Absence from those we love is self from self—a deadly banishment.—Shake- speare. ——Get rich quick schemes are usually the shortest out to poverty. The Vesavius of America. ° Every traveler through Old Mexico hears of one spot which is more attractive to tourists from abroad than any other. This is the volcano of Popocatepetl. Some have called is the ‘‘Vesuvius of America,’’ owing to the frequent eruptions which have marked its history; but unlike Vesuvius, its crater has been entered by man, and, remarkable as it may seem, here has been for centuries the site of a great natural industry. Popocatepetl has been produc- ing sulphar probably for ages, according to the opinion of geologists and other ex- perts who have examined the interior of the crater as far asit has been possible to venture with safety. True, it is by no means an extinct voloano. By day clouds of steam and smoke arise from the saommit of the mountain, and at times in the night the sky above is illuminated by the glow from the fiery mass whose existence is re- vealed through the occasional vent here and there in the temporary bottom of the crater. It is a strange sight to witness human beings toiling in this abyss day after day, extracting the sulphur ore, as it is called, with pick and shovel, and ‘‘pack- ing” it on their backs to the edge of the orater where it is hoisted to the top. Some of the peons have labored in these depths 550 feet beneath the earth’s surface for the greater part of their lives, since sulphar mining, as it is called, has been carried on in the bowels of Popocatepetl for four cen- turies; yet no one knows when an eruption may occur which would destroy every living thing for miles around. From where they toil, the workmen can clearly discern the fissures whence the es- caping sulphur fumes and smoke prove that beneath them there is a furnace of nature; but were it not for the crevices the accamulation of the sulphur deposis would ceage, for they form a porsion of the great natural laboratory in which this material is compounded. The history of Mexico proves the age of this industry, for Cortez obtained sulphur, probably from the sum- mit of the volcano, to use in manufactur- ing gunpowder for his soldiers. Since that time, the substance has been obtained by the natives when the volcano was not in such a state of activity as to keep them from approaching it. For several years recently a considerable quantity has been secured , although by a very crude meth- od. Asalready stated, the beds are work- ed by hand labor, the sulphur being placed in bags containing 25 pounds each. They are placed on the backs of human packers who carry them to the foot of the crater and attach them to a rope suspended from the top. Then each is hoisted singly by means of a windlass. As the top the bags are given to other peons who seat them- selves on straw mats and slide over the snow which covers the outer portion of the mountain to the timber line. A$ this point the sulphur is placed on mules to be transported to the railway station about nine miles distant. Various estimates bave been made of the quantity of sulphur which at present exists in the crater, some figures placing it at folly 100,000,000 tons. Von Humboldt, who made an exbaustive study of the in- terior of the volcano, gave the opinion that the bed is the largest in the world. A commission of experts appointed by the Mexican government, however, made a careful study of the crater and confirm the statements that the quantity of sulphur is undonbtedly enormous. These reports bave led to such an interest being taken in Popocatepet! that it has actvally become American property and she flag of the Uni- ted States is probably ere this floating above its summit, for a company of capitalists from the States have actually purchased this great factory of nature and intend mining the sulphur on an extensive scale. . Consequently the famous mountain has become a subject of more than usual inter- est. As is known, it is one of the highest peaks on the American continent, reaching to a point 17,520 leet abovesea level. The orater itself is somewhat unique, since its present form resembles a bell rather than a oone, to which moss craters bear a simi- larity. The opening is 2,700 feet at its greatest diameter, which is from east to west, while the greatest diameter at right angles to this line is 1,200 feet. The rim of the crater is considerably lower on the side toward the oity of Puebla, which is situated within sight of it. At this point the hoisting windlass has been erected. From the hoisting platform to the floor of the interior, as already stated, is no less than 550 fees, of which 225 feet comprises a wall, which is practically vertical. Fortunately the walls are formed of the trachytio and porphyritic rock, covered as the summit by a lava which bas been thrown out in past eruptions. The lava rock has assumed such a curious shape that the rim near the boisting side is popularly known as the ‘‘Devil’s Spine’’ —a very popular term. That the sulphur is continually being formed is shown by an examivation of the bottom of the crater near the fissures. Here the rocks have been found covered with a layer of powdered sulphur recently deposited. From time to time openings have been made in the mass of debris which bas accumulated in the crater as the resuis of ernptions. These pits have revealed masses of sulphur rang- ing from 6 to 10 feet in depth. The com- mission of Mexican experts has traced the deposits, covering spaces which represent nearly half a mile in area, while borings indicate a depth ranging over a thousand feet. The quantity of sulphur secured during the last thirty years, however, gives possibly the best conception of the extent. of this curious industry, for it amounts to 10,000 tons, although every pound was taken from the deposits and carried away from the mountain by men and ani- mals. When the plans of the new owners are carried into exeontion, the orater will be- come the site of a moss interesting series of operations. Arrangements have been made $0 install pneumatic machinery which will out away all of the rock formation which can be reached. It is then believed that the sulphur can be obtained merely by the use of the pick and shovel, since it exists in such a loose formation. A tramway will be built along the floor of the orater with tracks reaching the principal work- ings. As the sulphur is mined it will he loaded into cars and hauled to the foot ofa cableway consisting of a series of huge buckets, traveling along an endless wire rope. As fast as the buckets are filled with sulphur, they will be hoisted to the edge of the crater, thence carried down the mountain to a refinery whieh is to be built at the foot. Here the impurities will be separated from the sulphur and it will be transported by another cable system to the Interoceanio Railway, whence it will be shipped to the city of Vera Cruz, the near. est seaport. ——A writer in a current medical jour. nal asserts that persons who sleep with their mouths closed enjoy better health than others. But why limit the practice to our sleeping hours ?
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