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BBlnnixlll tlio Wiltiorllog
EARLY one soft, mellow twilight in the
May of 1823, a small birch canoe floated
noiselessly into a little curve of the Clinton
river (it was not the Clinton then, for that
was the Anglo-Saxon christening ; but I
have not been able yet to find for it an
Indian name), and anchored in the forest
valley, at the base of a heavily wooded hill.
One of its occupants—a man of something
more than thirty years, with a face bronzed
by exposure to the wind and sun, but
gleaming all over with the sunshine of a
great, heroic soul—sprang quickly to the
shore, and lifting out a beautiful young
girl, seated her upon the bank, and pro
ceeded to fasten the chain that held the
canoe to the body of a large tree close to
the water's edge. Then he led the little
woman carefully up the hillside. As they
reached the top, they found a large, broad
flat of heavy oaks, and saw that they could
stand upon the verge of the hill and look
through the openings in the wood, far over
the broad, deep, blue stream, that wound
unobstructed by mill-dam or race-course,
along its forest-shaded and hill-guarded
valley bed. Standing there, this sturdy
Englishman exclaimed, "Linda, this is the
spot ! This is our home ! How beautiful
we will make it ! Hoy & gr in hl" i d
noyncron a—mt.= an =tll
suddenly the sweet home-tenderness so
flooded his good, warm heart, that the tears
brimmed his eyes as if it had been indeed
a child; but soon he found her a pleasant,
mossy seat, and saying cheerfully, "Now
rest, while I run down and get our traps,"
he hurried away, returning in a moment
with a small basket of cooking utensils,
and a not very large bundle of clothing,
and a couple of Indian blankets. It re
quired only a short time to kindle a fire
and prepare the supper, and by the time
they had eaten, the moonbeams looked in
upon them, golden and silent, and the
whippoorwills sang all through the long,
deep woodland arches.
These two—this brave Englishman and
his little French wife, scarcely more than
a child—had floated all the way from the
Huron waters, with never the sight of a
white man's face, past the Indian villages
on the banks, stopping at mid-day in a lit
tle bend of the stream, and eating their
lunch of cold fish and hard bread ; camp
ing at twilight by the river side. The
large, white fish that Fred caught in the
river was cooked over the fire, made by a
fallen log; their lodge was entered through
avenues of grand old trees, and roofed with
the clouds and the stars. And now, after
this long, wearisome and yet pleasant wan
dering, Fred Dabyell has found the spot
his heart yearned for—the spot that could
be wrought into the broad fields and the
wooded parks that make the beautiful En
glish homesteads—for Fred Dabyell, in his
thought of home, was English to the heart's
core.
Fred Dabyell was the brother of the he
roic Captain Dabyell, who was killed in
the Pontiac conspiracy. He had been sent
to Detroit on official business before the
war of 1812, and after the ratification of
peace in 1815, he concluded to remain and
try his fortune in the Western World. M.
De La Motte was one of the few white
men who, with the friendly Indians,. es
tablished the French settlement of Detroit
under the direction of Louis Frontenac,
then Governor of all New France; and
here, just eighteen years before our story
opens, was Linda De La Motte born. She
had been reared in a world of danger, but
in a home of love, and believing thorough
ly in Fred Dabyell's protestations of ten
derness, and his promise of fidelity and
protection, she had put her hand in his,
and come away from everything of civili
zed life to found a home in the wilderness.
BUSINESS CARDS,
All night Fred talked in his sleep about
English hedges and English homes to the
Indians and the new country. All night
Linda fancied she heard the light tread of
dark feet as they passed over the fallen
leaves, and saw great, wild eyes looking
down upon her. Towatd morning, Fred
wakened by the barking of a dog. Spring
ing up, he cried, "Linda, that's a white
man's dog ! God has led us to a friend!"
and he dashed down the hill toward the
welcome sound. But Linda called, "0,
Fred ! take me." Then he turned, ran
back and said, with a sort of petting ac
cent, natural to his voice, "Getting a cow
ard, is she ? Well, we will go down to
gether."
LEGAL BLANKS,
PAMPHLETS,
Going down the hill on the further and
southern side from the river over a narrow
level space, and climbing to the top of an
other and higher hill, they saw at a little
distance, a large St. Bernard dog watching
by a rude log chapel. The chapel was
surmounted with a cross, while over it
floated the Fleur de Lis of France, and the
stars and stripes of the new colonies. In
the doorway, just under the cross, stood
an aged Jesuit priest; his hair, parted in
the middle of the broad, deep forehead,
fell away in ripples of snow far down his
shoulders; his face was fair and childishly
innocent, and with the glory of the break
ing dawn upon it, it looked almost divine.
To the little French wife, this chapel in
the wilderness—this Jesuit priest under
the cross—was home, was rest. With a
ghe uoto' Puttr.
The Model Subscriber.
Vhe Acirp-?Elter.
BY MRS. F. W. GILLETTE.
HUNTINGDON, PA., JUNE 19, 1872.
glad cry she ran forward, and kneeling at
his feet reached up her clasped hands for
his benediction. Surprised, as though
some sweet, fair face from the vine-clad
hills of Lorraine had looked up to him at
5 the confessional, he yet, without a word
[ or a hasty gesture, placed both hands on
her bowed head and gave her his blessing;
and as her husband came up and lifted her
to her feet, the priest said, kindly, "Chil
dren, come with me," and he led them to
his own log cabin, not far from the chapel.
Father Mesnard readily prepared a
breakfast of "Sagamittee," a kind of broth,
I made of fish boiled in water, and the flour
of corn. Their drink was clear, cold water
from the woodland spring. As they ate,
' the father told them that he remembered
having seen Fred in Detroit, as he had
been many times there ; and that Linda's
father and mother he had known and bred
in far-away France, so that Fred's words
of the morning seemed to be true, for God
had truly led them to a friend.
Fred wanted the land on the south side
of the river, and that was very easily ar
ranged between him and Father Mesnard
and the Indians; and although they must
meet the "Council" at Detroit, before the
matter could be wholly arranged, enough
could be done so that Fred could select
six hundred acres of unbroken wilderness,
and before noon he had struck his first
blow for a home, on the spot where he
built their camp-fire the night before.
The cabin was built of rough, unhewn
logs, the windows and doors made of twigs
interlaced into a sort of lattice-work, and
fastened to the house by hinges made of
bark. Primitive indeed was this new
home, and primitive too was this beginning
of housekeeping, almost as much so as the
life of Adam and Eve in the Garden of
Eden. And yet, although in the very
heart of the wilderness, separated entirely
from the white race, Linda Dabyell was
very happy during this first summer of
household care. Love brightens everything
it touches, and Linda loved her husband,
and the great wildwood, and all the strange,
new world with bloom and song. She had,
too, a heart so sympathetic, that it gave to
every Indian woman, man, child or baby,
a kind word and a helpful deed; and this
brought her in return much true tender
ness. Then there was the good Jesuit,
always faithful and affectionate and wise.
But this first summer, peaceful and full
of beauty as it was, was also full of fearful
tragedy. The Ojibwa Indians, living and
holding the lands on the north side of the
river, were not as peaceful as the Ottawas.
They were not at peace with them either.
In early summer they were very kind to
Linda, because she nursed their brave
young chief in her own home through an
almost mortal sickness, caused by a fearful
struggle at her own door with a powerful
Ottawa. But toward the autumn they
began to look savagely upon her because
she bestowed the same care upon an Otta
wa youth who had killed an Ojibwa near
her house, and being himself severely
wounded in the deadly strife, had crept,
covered with his own blood and the blood
of his fallen foe, to her threshold where
him up, supposing for many minutes that
he, too, was dead.
This hatred did not break out at once.
But one November evening Linda sat alone
by her hearth, having fastened her door as
firmly as she could against the heavy wind
that had come up at nightfall, and lighted
her pine knots and placed one in each cor
ner of the chimney, wishing their gleam
might go out through the lattice window
and door and beacon her husband home
through the darkness. Fred hal been
gone since morning, a thing so unusual
for him that Linda was nervous with anx
iety. She had said to herself a hundred
times that evening if Father Mesnard
would only come they could certainly find
Fred. But the father did not come; he
had gone on his yearly mission to the up
per lakes, and Linda knew if Fred had lost
his way, or if some calamity had overtaken
him, that she 'was left wholly to the fear
ful mercies of Indians and of wolves. As
she sat in her loneliness and anxiety, the
door burst suddenly open, and the young
Ojibway chief, whom she had so kindly
cared for, took her in his arms, put his
hand over her mouth, and said, in his bro
ken English, as he ran with her to the
chapel, "Hist !youngchief no hurt. Young
chief take care." He carried her into the
chapel, closed the door, and seated her
under the crucifix. Then he stepped back,
crossed his arms over his breast, and look
ing up to the cross, said, "No come here.
White squaw no 'fraid." He went across
the chapel toward Linda's home, and climb
ing up over the logs looked out of a small
opening beneath the roof. Linda heard
footsteps among the fallen, frozen leaves
and branches, and soon the crackle of fire
and the loud wild whoop of the Indians
sounded through the heavy darkness.—
Creeping to the young chief's side, she
saw her home in flames, and several savage
looking Ojibwas dancing and screaming
around it. Suddenly the clouds parted,
and the moonlight broke around them in
full splendor, and as it fell over the shi
ning metal that pointed the cross upon the
top of the chapel, one of the Indians saw
the unusual brightness, and pointing to
ward it he fled down the hill followed by
the others.
As they went, the chief turned toward
her, lifting her with one arm while he low
ered himself with the other and tried to
tell her how he had just got back from a
long journey, and having discovered the
intentions of his tribe or a portion of them
when it was too late to defeat them, he
had come himself to defend her or die in
the attempt. Then he carried her back
to the cross, placed her under it and going
to the door sat down against it as though
he would save her with his life. Toward
morning he went noiselessly out, but Lin
da knew that his Indian ear had caught
the fall of approaching footsteps, and she
was ready to die by those savage hands
when the door again opened and Fred and
Father Mesnard came in, followed by the
faithful chief.
Words could never tell how happy Linda
and Fred were, nor how tender was the
voice of the missionary as before the cross
he offered up his gratitude for his little
wife's safety, nor how the young chief
brightened at the sight of so much joy.
* * * * * *
This was Fred and Linda Dabyell's be
ginning in the great Western wilderness.
Would you know its close ? Not many
years ago, Fred, somewhat bent and fee
ble with his journey of eighty winters, but
young yet with that warm, fresh, stout
heartedness that blessed his early life, and
Linda, many years younger, but with her
hair all silver, and cheeks where life's red
rose had faded to the white—these two
together, as in that early time, stood upon
the broad verandah that encircled their
large stone mansion—built upon the spot
where the first cabin stood—and looked
across to the top of the other hill where
the chapel once was, but where now was a
sunken grave with a white cross at its head,
and down the hillside, over the river, and
across the valley, to a large, flourishing
city, founded upon the land that he, Fred
Dabyell, bought of the Indians on that
long ago May morning. In that city lived
their oldest son—a thriving lawyer, a man
honored and beloved; they spoke of him
as they stood there, and the daughter who,
with her husband and children around her,
kept the care in their own beautiful home
—a home that answered to their early
hopes. They talked about their youngest
and their idol—their brave Mesnard—who,
like the father they both loved, had built
him a rude chapel on the Rocky Mountain
summits and hung above it the flag of his
country and the cross of his Master. And
they remembered, also, that mellow twi
light, when they floated in that little birch
canoe into the river bend below them. As
they stood there, the calm, peaceful joy of
the present enfolding them like softened
sunshine, and the past lying out so brown
and golden to their vision, dear, good
grandpa Dabyell—as we all call him—
reached his feeble hand to his old wife,
and drawing her close to him, said, "We
were climbing the hill then, Linda, love."
And "Linda, love," leaned her pale face,
still beautiful with its sweet tenderness,
against his shoulder, and repeated, in her
low, broken voice :
"And now that we have wandered down,
We'll sleep together at the foot,
John Anderson, my Joe."
fulling for the
American Wild Horses.
Probably all of our little boys and girls
have read about the great herds of wild
horses that are to be found in the south
western parts of tte United States, in
Mexico, and South America; and we pre
sume most of them think that the horse is
a native of our continent, like the grizzly
bear and the buffalo. But in this they
are mistaken. The first horses ever seen
on the American continent were those
brought by the Spanish general Hernando
Cortez, when he came to conquer Mexico
for the Spanish crown.
As soon as you are old enough to read
those delightful books of Mr. Prescott,
"The Conquest of Mexico" and "The Con
quest of Peru," you will see that though
the Aztecs—as the ancient inhabitants of
Mexico were called—were in many res
pects very intelligent people, who knew
how to build fine aqueducts, magnificent
temples, and great cities, and could
write in hieroglyphics (about which we
talked to you lately), they had nev
er seen nor heard of a horse, and
thought that the mounted soldiers of
Cortez were a sort of fighting demons,
against whom it was useless for mere
mortals to contend. This terror made
them an easy prey to the cruel Spaniards,
who soon reduced them to slavery; and by
and by—when it was too late—the poor
human as well as they; and great was
their astonishment when they found, as
they soon did, that they themselves could
mount and control these fleet and wonder
ful animals.
But although horses were not native to
our soil and climate, they seemed to find
the rich grasses of our Southern plains
quite to their liking, and it was not long
before they bad multiplied faster than men
could find use for them, and so little colts
were left to grow wild and shift for them
selves, which it was not difficult for them
to do in a warm climate, with plenty of
good pasturage all about them. Now
there are great herds of fiery wild horses
roaming about at their own free will, over
miles and miles of the unoccupied terri
tory of our continent. But a good many
of the colts are being caught every year,
and tamed, so that the numbers of wild
horses are diminishing, and in time there
may be none left save those that are train
ed for the use of mankind.—Hearth and
Home.
Sewing Machines ,
There are certain women. in this coun
try who are making a prodigious clatter in
speeches, newspaper articles, and by other
means, about what they call their "rights."
A moment's thought, however, will go far
to convince any candid person that the
sewing machine has been a more effectual
aid in giving to women generally their
"rights" than all the clamor made by them
from the days of Xanthippe to the present
time. The back-ache, the round should
ers, the diminished eye-sight, the weaken
ed nerves, which are inevitable attendants
of sewing by the old process, have disap
peared, and with this new domestic dispensa
tion a woman can do the sewing of her
family without injury to her bodly health,
and have time left for other things.
It is interesting, at this time, after the
lapse of a quarter of a century, to notice
the proportions to which the sewing ma
chine business has grown. It appears
from the returns made by the different
companies fbr the year 1871, that the
Singer Sewing Mcahine Company alone
sold 181,260 machines last year. This
was the largest number sold by any one
company, exceeding the next highest num
ber sold by more than fifty thousand, and
the third highest number by more than
one hundred and thirty thousand. The
popularity of the Singer machine is furth
er shown by the fact, that out of 2,944
machines ordered by the Chicago Relief
Committee up to the ninth of the present
month, for the citizens of that city, 2,427
were of the Singer pattern. These enor
mous figures indicate the importance of
the sewing machine business to day, when
it has just passed its majority, and make
it difficult to conjecture what it will be
come in the future.—New York Evening
Yost.
Why Some Are Poor.
Cream is allowed to mould and spoil.—
Silver spoons are used to scrape kettles.
The scrubbing brushes is left in the water.
Nice handled knives are thrown into hot
water. Brooms are never hung up, and
are soon spoiled. Dish cloths are thrown
where mice can destroy them. Tubs are
left out in the sun to dry and fall apart.
Clothes are left on the line to whip to pie
ces by the wind. Pie crust is lett to sour
instead of making a few tarts for tea. Dried
fruit is not taken care of in season, and
booomes wormy. Vegetables are thrown
away that would warm up for breakfast.—
The cork is left out of the sugar jar and
flies take possession. Bits of meat are
thrown out that would make hashed meat
or hash. Coffee, tea, pepper and spices
are left open and lose strength. Pork
spoils for the want of salt, and beef be
cause the brine wants scalding.
Senator Scott and General Gordon
General Gordon Attacks Senator Scott and gets
the Worst of it—Senator Scott Completely
Vindicated—What General Gordon Knows
About Ku-Klux—He Don't Tell all he Knows,
Though Pressed to do so by the Investtga
ting Committee.
[From the Washington Chronicle, May 29th.]
In a letter addressed to Senator Scott,
of Pennsylvahia, by Gen. John B. Gordon,
of Georgia, dated New York, May 30,
1872, and published in the WashingtQn
Dail) Patriot of May 23, he says :
"My attention has been called to some remarks
made by you in the United States Senate. on Fri
day, the 17th instant in which you alledge that
'Gen. John B. Gordon, of Georgia, was among the
organizers and earliest leaders of the Ku Klux."'
General Gordon charges that in this
statement, which he attributes to Senator
Scott, ho (Gordon) has been 'willfully
misrepresented."
Now to the record, and let us see if this
allegation of the General is correct.
In General Gordon's testimony, pages
308 and 321 we find the following:
Question. What do you know of any combina
tions in Georgia known as Ku Klux or any other
name, who have been violating law ?
Answer. I know that an organization did exist
in Georgia at one time. I know that in 1861—
I think that was the time—/ teas approached and
asked to attach myself to a secret organization in
Georgia.
Question. Did those that you knew as mem
bers of this association all belong to one council ?
Answer. No, sir.
Question. .Thoy had different councils?
Answer. Ido not knoy exactly what you mean
by "councils." They had some sort of means of
controlling the organization in the different local-
ities. There were certain men who were selected
to keep the peace in certain neighborhoods.
Question. To control certain localities ?
Answer. Yes, sir, but there was never any ef
fort, within my knowlege, to use it forany political
purpose or to connect it with politics at all. And
while I ant not going to state what se position seas
in that particular organization, I will say that I
certainly would have known if there had been any
such effort or purpose.
There in the testimony of General Gor
don, is the virtual admission of his having
belonged to a select association or brother
hood, organized in the State of Georgia,
as stated by himself : "In 1867 or 1868,
or along there; it may have been in 1866."
- In the views of the minority of the com
mittee, over the signatures of Senators
Blair and Bayard, and Representatives
Cox, Beck, Van Trump, Waddell, Robin
son, and Hanks, is the following :
"Perhaps the men who knew more about the
formation of what has come to befamiliarly known
as the Ku Klux organization than any others were
General N. 13. Forrest, of Tennessee, and General
John B. Gordon, of Georgia."
In answer to Senator Blair, Senator
Scott stated, in substance, that which he
previously said in relation to General Gor
don's connection with "what has come to
be familiarly known as the Ku Klux or
ganization," in the following language :
"Mr. Scott. I had not stated that the minority
of the committee said they were connected with
the outrages. I have said the minority of the com
mittee admit that they know more about the or
ganization of what is known as the Ku Klux than
any other two men. I know that a differeet pur
pose is attributed to these men ; but I point the
public to the fact that both Gordon and Forrest
refused to tell all they knew. Honest men with
honest purposes, associated with: honest fellows,
when a public investigation of this character of
charging these offenses was going on, would not
were atr nasoc ales.
But "who are N. B. Forrest and John
B. Gordon:?"
Senator Scott gives the emphatic an•
ewer to this interrogatory as follows :
"I suppose that for political purposes I could
give them no higher indorsement than to state that
they were both delegates at large from their res
pective States of Tennessee and Georgia, in the
Democratic national convention of 1868, and in
addition to that, J. B. Gordon was the commander
of the left wing of Lee's army at the time of the
surrender."
But there is a second count in General
Gordon's indictment of Senator Scott. He
says :
"You sought, in furtherance of the polities' ob
ject which is apparent throughout, you remarks,
still to impress the idea that General Gordon re
fused to tell all he knew upon the subject."
Let us again to the record, that we may
assert if General Gordon freeley answered
all questions put to him, or whether he
did not successfully evade an answer to
the interrogatory as to his associates in the
secret organization of which he was a
member. The following can be found on
pages 322, 323, 324 and 341 of the Geor
gia testimony.
Question. Can yen give. the names of coin,
men who would belikery to know moreaboutthe or
goal! &lion than you do 7" some men who have been
in their council: ?
Answer. No, sir ; I would not feel at liberty to
do that, though I do not think they would object
in the least.
Question. Why, then, do you not feel at liberty
to do it ?
Answer. I will tell you. My opinion is that
nobody knows anything more about it than I do;
I think I know all about it."
s a
Quostion. You reside in the city of Atlanta ?
Answer. Yes, sir ; just out of the city ; my of
fice is in town.
Question. Do you know of no gentleman whose
name you would feel at liberty to give, who is con
creted with the order in some locality away from
the city!
Answer. No, sir. I would ratker not.
Question.. The organization might not be the
same thing out in the country that it wasjust about
Atlanta ?
Answer. I reckon that it was. 1 had conanuni
catione with persons all about ; I hare talked with
them sinoe, and I did during the existence of the
thing.
The Chairman (Mr. Pool) submitted to
the committee the question whether the
witness should be required to give the
names of other persons whom be knew to
have belonged to the organization ; and
the committee decided that the question
should be answered.
Notwithstanding this decision of the
committee, General Gordon did not give
the name of any one who was known to
him to have been a member of the organi
zation. He evaded answers.
Subsequently to the decision of the com
mittee, that the witness must answer, Gen
eral Gordon attempted to avoid divulging
his own official connection with the organ
ization, as will be perceived from the fol
lowing
Question. In regard to holding what office were
you spoken to ?
Answer. Ido not know that it i• necessary to an
swer that question unless you insist upon ananswer.
Question. I insist upon an answer.
Answer. I teas spoken to as the chief .of the
State. I said very emphatically that upon that
line I could be called on if it was necessary.
Senator Scott, while addressing the
Senate on the oceaqion referred to by Gen
eral Gordon, was interrupted by Senator
Blair, who sought to shield his friend in
this manner :
Mr. Blair. The Senator will oblige me
very much if he will point to that portion
of the testimony in which Gordon declined
to tell all he knew about it, I think he
knew about it. I think he will find no
such thing.
Mr. Scott. I do not propose now to
be diverted from the line of remark I have
adopted, and turn over and find the place
in these eight thousand pages of testimony
where that occurs, but as the Senator de
sires it, at a future time I shall give him
the place, page and substance of the testi
mony of both Forrest and Gordon to show
that they did refuse to tell all they knew.
Mr. Blair. The Senator is somewhat
incorrect in his statement. He says ~he
does not propose to be diverted. He does
not propose to be brought to the proof
which he pretends to present to the Sen
ate.
Mr. Scott. No, Mr. President, I said
that in the testimony of N. B. Forrest and
John B. Gordon it did appear, and it does
appear, that they both refused to answer
questions of the committee. General For
rest was asked to tell the names of the
persons who were associated with him, and
❑e declined. and he was given time to think
of it, and he never would. I was not pre
sent at the examination of Gordon, but I
read his testimony. So far from refusing
to come to the point, I promise the Sena
tor that I will bring here the page and the
book, and show him were both refused to
do so.
Mr. Blair. Let us have it.
Mr. Scott. The Senator shall have it
at the proper time.
Those who have not read the eight
thousand pages of Ku Klux testimony in
detail will see by this that General Gor
don's assertion, in the Patriot letter, that
Senator Scott had misrepresented him
in debate is without foundation whatever.
Outside of the two specific charges here
referred to and refuted, the letter of Gen
eral Gordon is a mere tirade of abuse that
carries with it its own refutation, and is
entirely harmless, so far as Senator Scott
is concerned. If the General is satisfied
with his production, Senator Scott and his
friends should certainly be.
Sleep
Have you ever noticed how thoughts
that are ours last at night, leave their im
press and are with us in a dim, shadowy
way when the morning comes ? How after
a great sorrow, we wake with a dull sense
and dread; after a joy, with a gladness in
our hearts, even before we are wide enough
awake to recognize from what the sensa
tion comes ? How when we go to sleep
praying we are wont to wake praising ?
Dr. Bushnell writes of sleep :
"Having spent our loan of capacity, we
we fall back in God's arms, to be refitted by
Him ; we sleep in His bosom, even as a
child in the bosom of its mother. The
gulf we drop into is deep and wide, but
we go down trustfully, and there we rest,
falling back into God's arms, forgetting
ourselves, and this we do every day, com
ing back as often, new created for life's
purposes." Ah ! if we realized all that
the night holds for us, how differently
our days would dawn. I wonder was it
the feeling of this that first put into
words the little child's simple prayer :
"Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
Why is It ?
That boys worth anything are so hard
to find now-a-days ? Are parents of the
opinion that boys trained in idleness will
make useful men ? Do they think it is
really doing boys justice, to humor their
laziness, and let them grow up with a de
yendant selfishness with no thought be
uue-men' own hidifidifalityl - Yet such
is the case with four boys out of five, as
our own experience can testify. Ira boy is
hiredor bound out, he must not be allowed
to do chores, chop wood, bring a bucket of
water, sweep out a room, or build a fire ;
such work belongs to menials. But where
are the menials to come from ? If a boy
is allowed to think he is "too good" to do
this, that and the other, take our word for
it, he will do things much more disreputa
ble, if he lives to man's estate. In all con
science learn the lads to rough it; it de
velops spirit, energy and self dependance,
enabling them to battle all opposing forces
in life's career, and gain victories as noble
as e'r accorded to earth born heroes. It
makes true, upright, self-reliant men of
them.
Bleeding at the Nose
Some two years ago, while going down
Broadway, New York, blood commenced
running from my nose quite freely. Istep
ped aside and applied my handkerchief,
intending to repair to the next hotel,
when a gentleman accosted me saying :
"Just put a piece of paper in your mouth
and chew it rapidly, and it will stop your
nose bleeding." Thanking him doubtful
ly, I did as he suggested, and the flaw of
blood ceased almost immediately. I have
seen the remedy tried since quite frequently
and always with success. Doubtless almost
any substance would answer as well as
paper, the stoppage of the blood being
caused, no doubt, by the rapid motion of
the jaws, and the counter action of the
muscles and arteries connecting the jaws
and nose. Physicians say that placing a
small roll of paper or muslin above the
front teeth under the upper lip, and pres-
sing hard on the same, will arrest bleeding
at the nose—checking the passage of the
blood through the arteries leading through
the nose.— Country Gent.
Crystals,
During distress God comes ; and when
he comes it is no more distress.—Gallic
Proverb.
What we act has its consequences on
earth ; what we think has its consequen
ces in heaven.
It is one of the beautiful compensations
of this life that no one can sincerely try
to help another without helping himself.
If men would but hate themselves as
they do their neighbors, it would be a
good step toward loving their neighbors
as they do themselves,
It happens often enough when I turn a
thought over suddenly, as you did that five
cent piece the other day, that it reads dif
ferently on its two sides.—O. W. Holmes.
THE world doesn't forgive success; and
the ancients informed us, that even the
gods were envious of happy people. It is
astonishing to see the quantity of very
proper and rational moral reflection that
is excited in the breast of society by any
sort of success in life. How it shows them
the vanity of earthly enjoyments; the im
propriety of setting one's heart on it. How
does a successful married flirt impress all
her friends with the gross impropriety of
having one's head set on gentlemen's at
tentions !
A CLERGYMAN preaching a sermon on
some particular patriarch, was extremely
high in his panegyric, and spoke of him as
far excelling every saint in the calender.
He took a view of the celestial hierarchy,
but in vain; he could not assign to his saint
a place worthy so many virtues as he pos
sessed; every sentence ended thus:
"Where, then, can we place this great
patriarch ?" One of the congregation,
tired at last of the repetition, exclaimed,
"As I am going away you may put him
in my pew."
NO. 25.
Little Potter.
AN INCIDENT OF THE LATE REBELLION,
A short, little, square-built, dark-skin
ned twinkling-eyed young fellow, was
known the regiment over as "Little Pot
ter." The name came from his trade be
fore war times, and from the fact that he
was always talking shop, and examining
clays with all the enthusiasm of a geolo
gist. lie had the faculty of becoming in
terested in anything that any other man
was doing. Standing near the picket fire,
though tthcomfortable, he could always
suggest a way in which to make the coffee
boil, and would gather up little splinters
and pile under or about the little kettle
with the keenest enjoyment, although the
coffee belonged to the most taciturn man
in the company. He showed this kindly
interest in every man's affairs, and of
course was universally liked.
At Shiloh, in the midst of the second
day's battle, Little Potter left the compa
ny to get water for himself and several of
his companions. A quick change of posi
tion, a new line of battle formation, after
his departure, and Little Potter was seen
no more for several days. After the reb
els retreated, he was acting as nurse in the
brigade hospital. He couldn't find the
regiment on his return, but found the hos
pital, and the division surgeon ordered him
on duty, and discovering his excellence as
a nurse, would not let him return to the
company.
Tiler; was a quarrel between the cap
tain and the surgeon, the former seeing
Little Potter as a skulker, and the latter
seeing him as a useful man who bad made
a mistake though no fault of his own.—
The captain reported Potter absent with
out leave, and he was court-martialed.—
_
The sentence was that he should forfeit
six months' pay. The men of the compa
ny were very indignant, but Potter said
nothing. The stoppage of six month's pay
told sorely on him, but he weathered the
storm, and came out as serene as though
he had never been court-martialed.
Much clothing was lost at Shiloh, and a
list was made out of clothing lost in the
battle.
The sergeant would ask :
"Well Blame, what did you lose at,
Shiloh ?"
Answer ; "An overcoat and knapsack."
"What did you lose at Shiloh, Potter ?"
With indescribable drollery, Potter said
with a sort of lisp that was characteristic :
"I lotht theventy-eight dollarth !"
This was the only reference he made to
the court•martial and the six months' pay
until the morning of the terrible Decem
ber 31, at Stone River. In the hurry of
the company formation for battle, Little
Potter was the first man in place, after
the orderly, and though the shortest man
in the company, he held his place there in
face of the rule to the contrary. There
was a sweeping charge. That company
left their dead further to the front than
any other regiment in action that day.
...rcterty astitki,
driven.
Little Potter was a giant in doing. He
kept his place next to the orderly when
the company was broken and scattered.
with a precision that would under other
circumstances have been droll, he formed
on the orderly whenever a charge was
made, and while it was every man for
himself. As he was ramming home a
load, a ball struck him in the fleshy part
of the leg, cutting a great gash and tear
ing his clothes. He was advised to go the
rear. The reply was :
I will show . them who is a coward."
A shot struck him in the left shoulder,
and he became deadly pale. Still with
teeth and right hand he managed to load
his gun and fire. Another shot struck
him in the thigh, and he fell. He was
dragged to a stump and placed so that the
raking fire would not touch him. He de
liberately crawled round and placed him
self so as to face the rebels, and as the
company gave back in one of those almost
hand-to-hand fights. Little Potter kissed
his band to the men nearest him and nest
led down with a sigh of relief.
Days afterwards the sergeant found a
pair of black eyes glistening from festoons
of white sheets, in a hospital at Murfrees
boro. They belonged to Little Potter,
broken-legged, broken-armed and bandag
ed. He could not move and could hardly
speak. But as the tearful men bent over
him, he lisped : "We waxthd them, didn't
we ?"
The rebels found him braced against the
stump punching at them with his gun held
in one hand, as they ran by. He was taken
to the hospital, and here, day after day,
went his old comrades to see him. They
did more; they wrote to General Rose
crass, telling the simple story. They car
ried the letter along the red tape line,
from brigade quarters to division, from
division to corps, from corps to army head
quarters, and returned with an order from
Rosecrans himself, directing that the six
months':pay be returned to Little Potter,
that all charges on record be erased, and
that an order complimenting his gallant
ry be read on dress parade, and that a copy
be sent to the man who behaved so nobly.
The order was read on dress parade, and
the document with all its array of endorse
ments and old Rosa's letter were carried
to Little Potter, by men who could scarce
ly speak. He seemed like one transfigur
ed, as one of his old-time friends read and
re-read the order letter. He had it held
down to his eyes so he could see the red
lines and official signatures. Then came
his first tears.
-Now, boys, I don't care to get well.
It's all wiped out, ain't it ? I was deter
mined to get well to wipe itout, you know.
But now torn up as I am, it is better to
die."
And the next morning, with the order
and old Rosa's letter on his breast, Little
Potter died. And still we can hear the
grizzy old surgeon's words, as he came to
the cot : "Dear ? Why—God bless the
boy."
Quarreling,
If anything in the world will make a
man feel badly, except pinching his fin
gers iu the crack of a door, it is unques
tionably a quarrel. No man fails to think
less of himself after it than before. It de
grades him in the eyes of others, and, what
is worse, blunts his sensibilities on the
one hand, and increases the power of pas
, sionate irritability on the other. The
truth is, the more quietly and peaceably
we get on, the better for our neighbors.
In nine cases out of ten the better course
is, if a man cheats you quit dealing with
him ; if he is abusive quit his company ;
and if he slanders you, take care to live s)
that nobody will believe. Whoever he is
or how he misuses you, the wisest way is
to let him alone ; for there is nothing bet
ter than this cool, calm and quiet way of
dealing with the wrongs we meet.