THE CAMBRIA FKEEMAK A Democratic Weekly Newspaper; Devoted to Politics, News, Literature, Home Interests and General Information. f I HB IS A FBKKBAH WHOM THE TRUTH MAKES FREE, AND ALX, ARB SLAVES BESIDE, ' " "rr"" " ... - . VOLUME 1. EBENSBURG, FA., THURSDAY, JULY 18, 1867. NUMBER 25. t i. r Hi' I ft- -if DE r.4 3, -.cf. ay ,d tl CO Mi' vn. of' ret Ires t 3 aH QUICK SALES, QUICK. SALES, AND SMALL PROFITS, AND SMALL PROFITS, AND SMALL PROFITS, GUELKY'S NEW CHEAP STORE, GCRLEY'S NEW CHEAP STORE, QUBLEY'S NW CHEAP STORE, EBENSBURG, PA. EBENSBURG, PA. EBENSBURG, PA. The Largest Stock of Goods. The Best Belcctd and the Greatest Variety ever brought to Town. LARGEST, CHEAPEST AND BEST, LARGEST, CHEAPEST AND BEST, LARGEST, CHEAPEST AND BEST, GO AND SEE. GO AND SEE. GO AND SEE. The subscriber calls the attention of the public to the fact, that he baa just received aad opened out in his New Store, a large liock of goods, consisting of FLOUR, CORN MEAL, CHOP FEED. Bran. Fish. Bacon and Cheese; Sugar, Cof- Tea, Molas?a. Spices. Tobacco. Cigars. Indies. Soap, Vinegar, &c Jtc. NOTIONS, DRUGS, PERFUMERY. Stuneware and Earthenware. ALSO, a fine wortment of the beat and latest style of HaU. lie always keeps constantly on Land Bologna Sausages, Sardines, Fresh and Spiced Oysters in can, or half cans, and al most everything in the eating or drinking ue. All cf which will be sold at email Ut,U. UUKLEY, Maik Strxet, EbENSBUita, Pa. January 31, 1807. piPORTANT to EVERYBODY. "lEIMMirilESISSSie! JOHN D. THOMAS Takes pleasure in announcing to the citizens J Ebensburg and the north of the county f-tcrrally. that he haa recently added to his iock a large and complete assortment of HOES, BUSKINS, GAITERS, &c, For Ladies and Children's Wear, frcm the celebrated wholesale manufacturing ubli.hrnent ofZiegler& Sutton, Philadel r -'a. This stock comprise everything that desirable aud serviceable In the way of rjUtn-made meed cork, and every article is &rrantd of the bettt material and most per c: manufacture. Iu the sale of these goods a lubscriber pledges himself to repair free .'charge any article that, may give way af r a reasonablo time and reasonable usaee. Jue laaies are specially invited to call ana limine the' stock. f it . l . . The subscriber also keeps on hand and is roared to manufacture to order BOOTS fad SHOES for Gent's and Youth's wear, of M very best material and workmansLip, at ptlces as reasonable as like work can kobtaiued anywhere. Fiench Calf, Com-f-'JD Calf, Morocco and all ether kinds of leather constant! v rn lmnrl. 4 J7" Store on Main street, next door to f.-awford'a Hotel. ffeb21-tf. 0 TIIE LADIES OF EBENS- HTTPl vrvvrntxTTTW it a.. u ivi.t ui . tiaviug re ally arrived from the city with a hand fee assortment of Spring and Summer Mil. -ry and Straw Goo-ls. of the latest styles, uprising Bonnets. Silks and Velvets, fine WrcA Flowers, an assortment of Ribbons, f ' widths and colors. Ladies rilain and fan- h Dress Cups, Infants' Silk and Embroid- f w Laps, together with Hoop Skirts. Cor r Hosiery, Gloves, Ladies' and Gent's -e Lmen Handkerchiefs, &c , we invite the wes of Ekensburg and surrounding dis icU to call aud examine onr 6tock, in the 'r room formerly occupied by E. Hughes, the Mountain House. have a fashionable mil iner of excel taste, who will pay particular attention Mnets to the latest styles. Mrs. J. DOYLE, AFril 25-3m. Miss M. RUSH. JlBVlT CHILD3. . . . IXWBIB CMLD8. I W. O. MOBPUEY. TT CHILDS & CO., rA WhoUiaU Dealers In '"Tn nnnnn itrn nnrn rmimrnn m. mi Mil m mmi 123 WOOD STREET, PITTSBURGH, PA. Agents for the sale of "Hope Mill" Cotton Bags, Batting and Carpet Chain. 1867.-U. GIT WK. WBL8H. AY & WE LTS II , Sacctnort to Gy A Painter, WHOLESALE 'ocera and Commission Elercliants AND DEALERS IN LR, PRODUCE. FISH, SALT, CAE BON OILS, &c, &c, rt penn anj canal Sts., opposite Grain KTBtr lfUool t3;tl.. L U Hi E S II. DAVIS. fB ealr tm 11 ka t W CHERRY & ASH LUMBER, ' Nos. 3H and 316 N. Broad SL, PrTTT.AnE'.TprTTA Budns attended to in EbensWg by HARTFORD Ml STOCK ISSiABEE COMPABY. CASH CAPITAL $500,000. We are now prepared to insure LIVE STOCK against both Death and Theft, in this live and reliable Company. Owners of stocs have now the opportunity, by insur ing with this Company, of obtaining securi ty and remuneration for the loss of their an imals in case of dbatd. or theft. OWNERS OF HORSES, Manufacturers, Farmers, Teamsters, Ex pressmen, Physicians, and in fact all who are to any extent dependant upon the servi ces of their horses in their daily vocations, should insure iu this Company, and thus derive a protection against the Io6s of their animals, which are in many cases the sole means of support to their owners. FARM STOCK. Farmers and others owning cattle should avail themselves of this means of saving the value of their stock, and secure an equiva lent for the loss which would otherwise fall heavily upon them in being deprived of their Cattle, by insuring in this, the PIONEER COMPANY OF AMERICA! By insuring in this Company you ex change a certainty for an uncertainty. No man can tell whether his animals may not be stolen or die through some unfon-ce& calamity. GO Competent Agents wanted, to tohem a liberal compensation will be paid. Apply to KERR & CO., General Agents. April 4, 1867-ly. Altoona. Pa. &y Col. WM. EL. PIPER, Ebensburg. has been appointed local agent for the Hartford Lite Stock Insurance Company. PHOTOGRAPHIC. E. & II. T. AXTUOXY, Bfanmftcturcra of PHOTOGRAPHIC MATERIALS WHOLESALB AND RETAIL. 601 BROADWAY, NEW YORK. In addition to our main business of PHO TOGRAPHIC MATERIALS we are Head quarters for the following, viz : Stereoscopes and Stereoscopic Views of American and Foreign Cities and Laud scapes, Groups, Statuary, &c." STEREOSCOPIC VIEWS OF THE WAR, From negatives made in the various cam paigns, and forming a complete Photo graphic history of the great cootest. STEREOSCOPIC VIEWS ON GLASS, Adapted for either the Magic Lantern or the Stereoscope. Our Catalogue will be sent to any address on receipt of Stamp. PHOTOGRAPHIC ALBUMS. We manufacture more largely than any other house, about 200 varieties, from 60 cents to $60 each. Our ALBUMS have the reputation of being superior in beauty and durability to any others. Card Photograph or Generals, States men, Actors, &c, &c. Our Catalogue embraces over five thous and different subjects, includicg reproduc tions of the most celebrated Engravings, Paintings, Statues, &c. Catalogues sent on receipt of stamp. Photographers and others ordering goods C. O. D., will please remit 25 per cent, of the amount with their crder. OCh The prices and quality of our goods cannot fail to satisfy. - apr25-ly.J PUREIGN SHIPPING EXCHANGE OFFICE. We are now selling Exchange (at New York Rates on England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Germany, Prussia, Austria, Bavaria, Wurtemberg, Baden, I lessen. Saxony, Hanover, Belgium, Switzerland, Holland, Norway and France. And Tickets to and from any Port in England, Ireland, Scotland, Germany, France, California, New South Wales or Australia. KERR & CO. JOHN ROCKETT, - - - - T. 3. STOBM. JJOUSE and SIGN PAINTING. JOII ROCKETT & CO. Desire to inform the public generally that they are now prepared to execnte Hovse, Sign and Ornamental Painting, Glazing, Pa per Hanging. Graining and Calcemining, ei ther in Cambria, Blair or Huntingdon Coun ties, on the shortest notice, in the very best style, and at prices as reasonable as any other firm or individual in the country. Call at their room in Lowther's buildiDg, under Roush's Drag Store, or address John Rockett & Co., Altoona, Pa. April 25, 1867.-6m. JOHN HICKEY, Altoona Pa., Dealer tm all kinds Household Fimuture ! scch as LOUNGES, 1 TABLES. SOFAS, J BUREAUS. CUSHIONED, CANE-BO' BEDSTEADS WHAT-NOTS TOMED AND COMMON CHAIRS, &c NEW FURNITURE WARER00M, JULIA STREET, It EAR HARRIET, Opposite ih ProUsiant Episcopal Church, Mam ?, lfr.-ly. VAST ALTOONA, I0tfs gtprlmcnf. TIIE MEDLEY OF MEDLEYS. As I was going down the street, With Maggie by my side. An old crow sat on a hickory limb Make way for liberty ! he cried. We go for strong, vigorous measures. Said the spider to the fly ; The artful dodger sighed, Good bye, old arm, good bye. Hark from the tombs a doleful pound No Irish need apply ; Listen Lo the gipsy's warning. Don't fly your kite too high. We won't go home till morning What's that to you ? I'm a young man from the country I paddle my own canoe. I spent 6ix weeks in Georgia, With the sword of Bunker Hill j I heard old Abe telling jokes, Methinks I hear him still. Dearest love, do you remember The cottage by the sea ? 'Twas twenty years ago to-day. Beneath the old oak tree. Weep not for me, the veteran cried, . I'm a bachelor forlorn ; I'm going home to die no more, I'll meet you in the morn. A grasshopper sat on a sweet potato vine. With the banjo on his knee ; To arms ! to arms ! he cried. My country, 'tis of thee ! Meet me by moonlight alone. I say to Nellie BIy, Says she to me Joe Bowers, The goose hangs high. We'll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, The Radicals once did avow j Tell me, ye winged winds. Why don't they do so now? Lie up nearer, brother. Picayune Butler's coming to town ; Great God ! she cried, in accents wild, I tremble at his frown. The boy stood on the burning deck. With Bingen on the Rhine; And Noah ha got on a spree. In the days of Auld Lang Syne. There's a good time coming, boys, A hundred years hence j The country's gone to thunder, John, There's a nigger in the fence. Now I lay me down to sleep, Oh, Susannah, don't you cry ; How are you, Horace Greely 1 Tear down the flaunting lie. The poor old slave has gone to rest, But his soul is marching on ; Wake, Betsey wake, my sweet galoot. Who's pin here since ish pin gone 1 Trr '.v . l alts, Shtfcjjts, mhtts, tfx LOST IN THE WOODS. A LEGEND OF VERMONT. About ninety years aero the events of my story commenced. It was in Ver mont, within the limits of the townfdiio of Rockingham or Sorincfield. it is im possible to say which, that the log cabin wiucn was me Dome ot tue nerome stood, surrounded by a forest. The real names of the actors in this tragedy of the woods have passed out of the legend, and I, tnerexorc, suDsutute names which come to my mind. 'I have finished mv SDinnincr. Robert. a CJ 9 and I shall carry the yarn home to-day. I tninK 1 will spend the day with Mrs. Green, and wish vou would come and meet me and bring the baby home," said trie young wire, taking the linen yarn in her apron and the baby on her . arm. "Very well," replied the husband, giv ing his crowing child a kiss, as he started off" with his hoe over his 6houIder for his wheat field. His lot had been burned over and sown with wheat, but the huge 6tumps of the old trees, and the thick un derground roots in the new land, prevented the use of the plow. - . .' All day he worked busily in the fresh soil, . with the strange wood sound about him, eating his lunch at noon from the little basket, until the lengthened shadows of the forest around his clearing betokened sun set. Then he started off to meet his wife. A mile or two in the forest his neighbor Green had made his clearing. He went on, without meeting his wife and baby, until be got to bis neighbor's door. "Why," said Mrs. Green, in answer to bis enquiries, "didn't you meet her ? She hasn't been gone long only a few min utes.' "Can 6he possibly have missed the marked trees T asked Robert Harris, aghast. - "Do not be alarmed, neighbor Harris," said Mr. Green, "I will go along back with you." The Ivro men went together through the foraae, which every mors en t rv darker and drearier. They called Mrs. Harris1 name aloud at intervals, but there came no reply. They kept sayiDg to each other, "We may find her at home," but they were heavy at heart. The log house was reached, but the mother and baby were not there. The cow lowed to be milked, and the pigs jvno ran in me wooas an day and came home at night, clamored for their usual feeding, but the men took no notice of theva. lfcck again through the woods, with a lantern, calling and hallooing. Then they went to the next clearing, and the next. "A woman lost !" What telegram in the exciting days of battle ever fell more thrillingly on human ears than those word, going from mouth to mouth among the home-nests of a new country ? With iron muscles and determined wills the warm-hearted settlers started out. "Wfe will scour the woods ; we will find her, never fear !" According to a custom they had at such times, they blew dinner horns, built fires, and shouted until they were hoarse. No tidings of the lost ones on that night All the next day they searched, and day after day as long as possible. Fires were left smouldering among the trees, men who knew the woods kept resolutely to the search, but the bud ding April forests had its own secrets. - When Mrs. Harris started, with her baby in her arms, from Mrs. Green's, ex pecting momentarily to meet her husband, she went on carelessly, her attention being directed in part to the child, when, sud denly looking up, she discovered no white scar of the axe on any tree in sight. But she fancied she bad only stepped out of the track, and might in a moment regain it. A vain fancy ! She went on, but nothing familiar met her eye. The night came on. The -song birds went to rest, and the owls commenced their doleful hooting. She was alone with her infant in a great sea of forest, where never woodman's axe had echoed. She was lost. She sat down faint and tired, ; and, womanlike, began to cry. Hark ! That was a human shout ! She arose and, holding her course, ran breath lessly toward it. And now she thought she heard it again, farther off. Many hours of the night were spent in running, with hysterical sobs and palpitating heart, towards the voices of her friends, so near that she could hear them, but so far away that no effort of frenzied strength could enable her to reach their protecting pres ence. Towards morning she slept, leaning against a tree, with the baby on her 'uosom. But she started nervously in her dreams, and at the first bird song awoke to full consciousness. With daybreak came a renewal of her courage. She would not weakly give up to die. Her friends would find them. She saw near her some last year's berries, and touch leaves of wintei-green, and a few acorns. A poor breakfast, but she eat whatever she could find, for the sake of her child more than her own. This day also- she ran wildly through the tangle of dead brakes and briers, growing from the decay of cen turies over the gullies and jagged rocks, past rude branches that caught at and rent her dress, till she came to the dying embers of a fire. Here she lingered long. Her friends had been here ; perhaps Kob ert had kindled this fire with his own hands, and for her. Hark, again! the search has commenced this morning. Echoing through the woods comes the pro longed shriek of the dinner horn. She calls with all the desperation of one drown ing ; she rushes forward, but the ground is rough, and, alas 1 how heavy the baby grows! She is giddy from the loss of sleep and the want of food. The baby moans and will not be comforted. In this way she passed the day and another dread ful night. She finds another fire ; she stays by it and keeps it burning through the night, for she is afraid of vrolves. Another morning and she is almost hope less. O, will not heaven pity her? The little one grows weaker ; he cannot hold up his head. Another terrible night; baby moans piteously ; he falls into con vulsions ; the next day he dies. All day she carries the little, lifeless body in her arms, and all night, beneath the unpitying stars, she holds it to her bosom. She carried the little dead burden day after day, until the purple hue of decay was setting rapidly over it, and she felt, with a pane; at her heart, that she must bury it. Then she looked about for a spot where Ehe might dig the tiny grave, so deep that the wildcat and wolf would not scent it out. Weak as she was, this was no easy task, but in htr wanderings she came upon a giant tree, uptora at some former time by a hurricane. In the soft earth where the roots had lain she scooped out the baby's resting place, and, making it soft with mon, covered the cord little form forever from her sight Then she sat down by the grave in a stupor of grief. Hour after hour passed ; how to commence the dreadful pilgrimage 1 Then she noted everything about the spot. Here was a rock, there stood an immense hem lock. Yes, she would know the place. She could find it easily with Robert. Then began again the struggle through the wilderness. Day after day, week after week, she passed on. Her shoes were worn to fragments and fell from her feet Her garments were torn to tatters. But the days grew warmer, and the fever that was burning in her veins made even the soft showers that fell upon her wel come. First she ate the buds of trees and the bark of the birch. Presently she began to find the young checkerberry leaves, and now and then she came upon a partridge's nest, and greedily sucked the eggs. After a time there were red rasp berries and black thimble berries in the woods, and then she knew it was July. The trees had now put on afresh their beautiful garments. But for the delicious poetry one finds in the woods, sauntering out from the busy world for an hour, she cared nothing. She saw nothing but Irees, trees, trees, in interminable succession. It seemed years, yes, ages ago that she wept the hearth with a birch broom, and sung the baby to sleep in Robert's cabin. Her mind grew bewildered, still she went on, on, on. When she came to a large stream she went up towards its source until she could wade across it. So she said ; and she affirmed that she never crossed a stream wider than a brook. She paid no attention to sun and moon as a guide, or indication of the points of the compass, but she must have taken a north westerly direction. There were Black river, Mill river, Waterqueechy, and White Wail's Well, flowing into the Con necticut river from the Vermont side ; but she constantly asserted that she saw none of them. Through July and August there were berries of various kinds, and by means of these she sustained what little life was left. And now the maple bean to take on its gorgeous crimson, and the silver birches to wear their pale gold of September ; the birds were leaving the forsst ; occasionally she had glimpses of a black bear, turned out of the path afraid of the human form; but no human being did she meet And long before human voices had ceased to call her name. Was she alone on earth, and was the earth one vast wilderness withoat outlet, without a clearing or a settlement ? Had God taken all life but that of brutes, and forgotten her, or ordained her to wander forever I Tramping, tramping, with her feet bleeding and cracked at first ; and after calleused ; naked, or nearly so ; knowing nothing of time or place, she was fast becoming idiotic ; when she was hun gry she sought for food, but the great idea lingering in her mind was that of pressing on. Since the luxuriance of summer had filled the forest with ferns and a new growth of brier and underbrush, there was more trouble ef passing through. But she had become quite accustomed to the rough work, and the frenzy at last became a steady, constant habit, almost the labor , of life to her. One day in October the inhabitants of the village of Charleston, N. H., were startled into the wildest excitement by seeing a nearly naked, emaciated woman, with her hair streaming npon her shoul ders, walk with bewildered gaze along their streets, one told them she was; Robert Harris's wife, and that she was lost ".Robert Harris's wife, who disappeared from the opposite side of the river in April I" exclaimed the villagers. "How had she crossed the Connecticut ? Where had she been all this time ?" i But she told them Bhe had never crossed the Connecticut, and that she had been lost in the woods all this time. There was no lack of hospitality ; the wanderer was immediately clad and fed and cared ; for to the utmost. Volunteers went at once and brought her husband, for the i story of his bereavement was well known on the Charleston side of the river. 1 We can only imagine the meeting, and the tears that were shed at the thought of the" little, forsaken grave by the uprooted tree. But it is said that joy bells were rung in the village, and the poor woman. a living skeleton, was nursed and petted -everylxxiy vieuig with her neighbor to lavish every good thing upon her until her weakened mind received its tone again. As she constantly asserted she had never crossed the river, it is supposed she wandered into Canada, and going round the Connecticut at its source, or crossing where it was a brooklet, passed down on the New Hampshire side, until she reached a location just opposite that from which ne vtaxtoo. When she began to grow strong again her mind recurred constantly to the grave in the wilderness. She described to her husband its surroundings, and he went and searched for it, but without success. As soon as she was able, she went out with her husband and other friends, to search, but the baby's grave was never found. It was thought very strange that she, in all her wanderings, never met a roving Indian, but so it was. The Indian tribes had perhaps nearly disappeared from New England since the French and Indian war; but however that may be, the first human being she saw, after the burial of her in fant, was in Charleston. This singular legend has descended to the writer from a descendant of hers, who was the third child born in the town of Rockingham, Vt, and the slory is an un doubted fact. The Latest from the Song Writer. BT TUE "FAT CONTBIBUTOB." The man who "Drempt I dwelt in mar ble hails" has opened a marble quarry there, and is doing a thriving business in getting out grave stones. The author of "Carry me back to Old Virginia" has opened a livery stable and is carreid back in his own conveyance whmaver he wants to be. The man who sang "I am Lonely since my Molher died" is'nt quite so lonely now. The old man married again, and his step mother makes it lively enough for him. The author of "Life on the Ocean Wave" is gratifying his taste for the sea by tending a sawmill. He will be on the water. The one who gave "The Old Folks at Home" to the world has recently taken them to the poor house, as they were get ting troubUaome. The author of Shells of Ocean" is ia the clam business. The man who wanted to "Kiss him for bis Mother" attempted to kiss his mother for him the other day, and him gave him a walloping "for his mother." The one who wailed so plaintively, "Do they miss me at home ?" was missed the other day, together with a neighbor's wife. He is missed by n wife and seven chil dren. The author of "Three blind mice" has started a menagerie with them. The man who wrote "Five o'clock in the morning," found that no saloons wer open at that early hour where he could get his bitters, so he lies abed rather later now. "Give me a cot in the valla v I has got a cot ia the infirmary. Mein Cott ! The man who sighed, "Take roe home to die," took Dr. Kerr's Svstem Rennv. tor, and is now a "Fine ould Irish Gen tleman. "Meet me br moonlight aW left oflf meat, and taken to drink. me author of "Roll on silver moon," has opened a ball alley. Silver mnnn can't roll on his alley without paying for it The disconsolate who sines. "Hava you seen my Maggie V has heard of her. a . r t . . Anotner ielicr informs him through tha music store, that "Maggie's by my side." "I'd offer thee this hand of mine," has been sued for a breach of promise. "Oh! Susanna," settled with her at length, and don't owe Susanna any more. The author of "Old Arm Chair" i m in the furniture business. The one who Dleaded "RnrV mm Sleep, Mother, Rock me to Sleep," has at length been gra tificd. His mother, yield ing to hi3 solicitations, nicked tin a wvlr and rocked him to sleep. He hasn't woka up yet. The one who asked, "Who will Care for Mother now V has finally concluded to take care of the old woman himself, as no one else seems inclined to. This Superintendent of a Sunday School in Hartford, Connecticut, recently mad5 his Annual Report, in which he recom mended that the adult members should go to work and do all in their power to m crease the infant class in his school during the coming year. ' e o In China there are seven grounds for divorce, of which the fourth ia talkative ness in worn an. Ex. paper. " Holy sail or I what's the fare to China V Milttajrt order obeyed by the ladies in wet weather "Dress np in front, and close up in the rear, stand fast in tha centre' Mns. Yeix lately cowbided a Mr. Lay for not performing a promise to marry ber. As he wouldn't make bar Lay, ft made him yelk 1, u 7
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