HENRY A. PARSONB, Jr., Editor and Pcblisuer, VOL. I. RIDGWAY, PA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 4, 1872. NO. U. HARVEST IN THE II1LI, COl'NTKY. Bt MII.L1B W. CiRrENTEIt. TUc dew lies heavy on the uncut gros:i, Aud drips in bright drops from the bending groin, Aud from tlio vines through which the reapers pass With trampling lect along the cool, wet lane, The amaranth lifts its faiut, sweet flush again; Some Indian cresses flourish In the hedge ; The poison-sumac lots its shame bo seen In scarlet letters, where tho wood's brown edge Is brlghteucd with tho hemlock's tender green. These late red currants glow like ruby beads In clusters tempting to thfl robin's tn6to ; The yellow mustard sows its line brown seeds Along the sod in rare excess of waste. Meanwhile, tho reapers to their work make haste, Aud through tho pasture, where the red-oak stands, The Brawl gocswimpling 'mid the grass aud ferns, Where the tired field-boy luves his sun-burnt hands, Or in the shade a line of Homer learns. Here, thou and I, O friend of earlier days ! May sit and listen while tho reapers sing; About our feet the cardinal flowers blaze, And honey bees go by on Bblnlng wing. Out of our listening, music seems to spring; And, floating softly on the clear sunshine, These sweet and alien voices in the coru Recall old tunes that echoed by the Rhine, And jodels heard upon the Mattcrliorn. Not much like these, dear frlcud, were those tlrst days Of freedom, when the wide world seemed our own, And wo went wandering 'long bewildering ways, From Grutll meadow to the Bois Boulogne. Now all that sad, sweet folly Is outgrown : Our work is done. Not much was it? for those Who were so strong, who saw so much to do, Who felt so brave to right a whole world's woes, And tear the mask of vain conceit iu two. The reapers sing'j tho saddened hours creep on ; The grain is garnered, sweot and clean and dry; The long, straight sun-shafts flicker laiut and wan, And primrose clouds slip down the western We talk of common things the corn, tho ryo: You stand betwixt the sunlight, dear, and me, With Bbaded eyes (a pensive, New-World Ruth), And. oh. vour face crows beautiful to see. Crossed with these memories of our vanish ed youth! THE IUCHELOR'S MISTAKE. 1JY AMY RANDOLPH. Squire Pophaui was short and stout, with a shining bald head, and a nose in clined to be rttromte which we take to be the French for pug. All heroes can't be tall, Greek featured, and named Montmorenci : and our hero was mould' ed after an exceedingly every-day sort of pattern : nevertheless, there was no inconsiderable spark of romance in his soul. Forty-five years had the squire dwelt, inateless and forlorn, ia the world ; and now, as he entered upon the forty-sixth, it struck him that he was following up a wrong theory. Some, people wake to the great lnyBtery of their lives through the glance of a soft eye, a beam of moon light, a half-open rose-bud, a bit of ribbon. Squire Pophaui was aroused through the instrumentality of a tooth ache ! " It's all very well for a man to be nn old bachelor as long as he's well and sound," grumbled the squire, dolefully regarding the sold mustard-draughts and clammy hop-plasters that bis land lady had sent up after innumerable de lays and excuses, " but when you begin to get achy and shaky, a married man has tho best of it. I'll be a married man ! Ughl how cold these confounded puddings are ! why couldn't Bhe have, warmed 'em a little V Now the tooth begins to jump why the deuce ain't I a married man, with a little, soft, peachy cheek to lay mine against, and hands that know how to hold a hop-plaster without losing three-fourths out of the other end, right on to a fellow's black velvet vest. I'll go to some watering place or other and get married, as soon ui this swelling goe9 down I will, as sure as my name is Paul Pophaui 1" And that was the way our squire came to contemplate matrimony. The Seaweed hotel was crowded full that season, with old girls, young girls, middle-aged girls, widows, matrons, and old maids; in fact, the very multiplicity of the article puzzled Squire Pophani in making his selection. ' For I can't marry 'em all," argued the squire; "and what between waltz ing aud croquet, end the German, they don't any ot 'em stand still long enough for me to make up my mind. Perpetual motion, indef d ! it's nothing to a live woman I" Now the Seaweed hotel wai a huge brick building, with a colossal wing ex tending out at right angles and enclos ing a sort of court ; and the window of Mr. Pophatn's room, the last in the main building, looking directly into those of Mrs. Martin, who occupied the first ad joining, in the wing. So that, if there is such a thing as having your next door neighbor opposite to you, Squire Pop ham and Mrs. Martin enjoyed that par adoxical felicity. Mrs. Martin was a widow a plump, rosy widow, with red cheeks, pearly teeth, and big blue eyes, full of wicked glauces a widow who liked a joke, and bad, at the same time, an exquisite ap preciation for a bit of whispered senti ment. And one day the business was finished for Squire Pop ham by the deft way in which the charming widow taixed some salad dressing at the din- ' ner-table. " I like that widow," thought the sauire. holding his knife and fork admir ingly in mid air as he watched the skill ful operation. "I'll marry that widow if she'll let me." So that evening the squire sat at his window with the newspaper for a flimsy excuse, and looking unutterable things at tho widow, who, pretending to be en tirely unconscious, hemmed away at ber dainty frills, or road small volumes in red and gold, sending now end then an electrio ray of her blue eyes to keop up the flames in the squire's heart. " I think I'm in lovo," said the squire to himsolf. " I must be in love 1 I never saw such blue eyes in my life ; and as for lobster salad, they couldn't get it up better at Delmonico's. Then again a widow has hd experience she's not like one of those girls who kuow nothing but tho waltz and a pack of Italian songs. I dare say she could mako a delightful mustard-plaster ; and as for watcr-gruel and milk-punch, I Bee 'em in her eyes I Yes, I'm undoubt edly in love." Tho moon a full harvest shield of mellow silver rose. The tquira ctill smoked his cigar and ruminated on the delicious possibilities in store for him, until tho Widow Martin's kerosene lamp glowed into brightness on the table. Through the deceitful screon of the flut tering muslin curtain he could see her moving to and fro like a fair vision of a dream I " I wish I was a good hand at poetry," soliloquized tho squire. " know I could get in something about a star be hind a cloud. Crowd proud loud hang it, they don't hitch at all. 'Star behind the cloud ;' but it isn't midnight. Shroud shroud might as well say skeleton at once and dono with it. Vowed how could a fellow lug in vowed V ' Star behind a midnight cloud, to worship thee I have vowed' some how that eems to go limpety-catch. Shades of the Nine muses ! I hadn't any idea poetry put one into such a per spiration. I think perhaps I wasn't in tended for a poet ; but that idea of the star behind ttie cloud was a pretty one, if I could only have hit upon a rhyme that didn't hobble on three legs ! Hallo 1 hallo ! what's that Bhe has in her arms '(" For through the floating muslin dra pery which the tquire's fancy had iu visted with the poetic fullness of a cloud, he could see the bewitching little widow pacing up and down the floor, her brown ringlets drooping above her face, and her dulcet tones murmuring some sweet lullaby. "'Pon my word!" jiculated the puzzled squire. " It isn't her second hu-sband unless he's a smaller man than the average ; it must be a baby ! Deceitful enchantress, false as fair ! does she intend to ps3 herself off as possess- ing no incumbrance r Doe 3 sue mean to keep the existence of her child a se crt ' Good Cupid, how fortunate I am to have penetrated her treachery before before the fatal word was spoken I Fancy me, Paul Popham, married to a woman with a baby ! I'd rather live on cold mustard-plusters and stewed hops tor the rest ot my lite : Husb-sh-sh ! it is asleep now ! what's that she is call ing it ! Her precious darling, sweet est pet !' Aha ! little does she know who listens to. her honeyed accents! Now she's putting it in its crib a deuced unhealthy place to keep a child, that unventilated closet ; but suppose it would be discovered anywhere else. She must dose it with Duffy's iMixir and boething byrup all day, and it comes out, like a bat, at night! Heavens ; what cold-blooded heartless ness ! Now sho has gone out with a pitcher in her hand the opportunity is here ; I'll investigate this thing, or my name isn't Paul Popham ! Ah, Melissa Martin ! who could ever have dreamed this of thee!" Squire Popham waited until the rus- tie of the widow's half-mourning mus lins had died away in the hall, and then crept softly across the threshold of his own apartment, entering hers with noiseless, slippered tread. The light burned with soft, steady flame on the table ; the dainty, halt hemmed frilling lay beside it, with a tiny pink iionemian vase, in which bquire rophaui recognized a bouquet 01 whit9 roses lie bad that aiternoon presented with a pretty speech to the v. idow. And close beside the big arm chair lay a pair of tiny slippers, rosetted aud buckled, and a white cambric peignoir, enough to melt the heart of any bachelor into whose nature suspicion had not entered with its poisoned dart. But Paul Popham, being forewarned, was consequently forearmed, lie paus ed not to linger round the bewitching insignia of the femalo presence, but stole on tiptoe, with bushed breata and Hps apart, to the closet, where lay perdu the secret ot the Widow Martin s inner lite. Well, there were dresses, and shawls, and round hats with saucy birds' wings in them, and crinolines, and snowy rust ling skirts, and even a twin pair ot In dia rubber boots hanging to a peg but no crio. " Is there a trap doer through which tho the baby has vanished r" the squire asked himself, staring vaguely about the closet. Halloo ! there comes the widow's crinolino down on my head ! and by all the powers, 1 ve kicked over a saucer ot milk I A queer way she Has ot irovis lomng her garrison, and The squire uttered a short, sharp f jac ulation ; in groping round the floor to replace the overturned saucer, his hand came in contact wun souieiuing warm and soft something decidedly alive ! " It's the baby, by Jove!" he exclaim ed, making a rush at it, but the next in stant a short, shrill bark and the agon- iziue sensation of sharp teeth closing to gether over his epidermis dispelled the brief dream of triumph, and a plump little poodle, abandoning the invaded fastness of the basket, rushed past him out of the room and down the stairs, howling at the top of its voice. ' Oulv a puppv-dog 1" reflected the discomfited squire, rubbing bis wounded hand ; " but it is just the season for hy drophobia, and there's no knowing what may happen. Serves me right for not attending to tnv own business. But I'm clad it wasn't a baby, and that Me- lissa isn't a air&u after all. I'll propose to that widow to-morrow morning if I'm not running on all fours and bark ing with hydrophobia 1" As Sauire Pouham formed this men tal resolution he was struggling to free nimseii from the bondage of Mrs. mar tin's crinoline, which clung with almost human malice to his manly form. At the same moment the sound of footsteps reached the car. " Sbo's coming back, as sure as my name is .faul Jopham, she's coming back I" gasped our hero, struggling more wildly than ever, " and here I am in her closet like a caged bear 1 lie shuliled halt way across the oom with the crinoline clinging round his ankles ; but it was too late Mrs. Mar tin was almost on the threshold, and he taggered bock, just regaining the friend ly shelter of the closet as she entered with the villainous little poodle in her arms, and a young ludy following her. " Come in, .Laura, chirpedtbe widow, and then buried her plump cheeks in tho dog's woolly hair. " Poor 'ittle Pet y, did it get frightened and run away t Never mind, its own, own mistress has come back, so sho has. There, ho still on tho cushion, like a darling mousey- kins as it was, and bo good, Hire are the poems, Laura," she added, changing her tone. " O, thank you," said Miss Vernon, whose voice Popham recognizad from his stifling retreat. " By the way, Me lissa, do you know what has become of your tat adorer f 1 haven t fr?en mm on the piazza to-night. " Do you mean that bald-headed old bachelor. I'm sure I don't know, nor care." Squiro Popham broke into a chill perspiration, notwithstanding the fever heat of his hiding place. " Fat adorer!" " Bald-headed old bachelor !" It was enough to set any man's blood circulat ing to hear himself miscalled in tuat ri diculous manner. " The idea of his presuming to ad mire you, Melissa I" laughed Miss Ver non. " Do contrive to secrete me some where when be makes his declaration t will be such fun. How Harry will laugh when ho hears of it. By the way, have you written to Harry to-night '(" " Harry, indeed I gasped bquire fop- ham. "No, I don't think he will laugh not if I know it." Here the bachelor changed his cramp ed position, and two or three pairs of gaiters rattled about his ears, down on the floor. 1 Mercy upon us, what is that ?" bhrieked the widow. " It's PopBy," soothed Miss Vernon. No indeed, it's not Popsy, for he's here on his cushion." " Then it's a ghost I" screamed Laura. "It's a burglar I" shrieked Mrs. Mar tin, and Popsey added to the tumult by barking furiously at the closet door. " Help 1 Murder I Help I Thieves I Help!" shouted Laura at the top of her voice, while the widow clung round hc-r neck cachinnating hysterically. " ladies, allow me to explain, began the squire, opening the door three quarters of an inch, whereupon Popsey redoubled his barks and the widow screamed louder than ever. "Villain! stand back!" commanded Laura, dragging two rocking-chairs and an embroidered foot-stool in front of the door. " Oh, thank goodness, hero is help at last. There, thtre !" she waved her hand tragically toward the closet door, the band ot desperadoes 13 secreted there!" The gentleman boarders gathered round with all the pokers, tongs, pistols, croquet-mallets and rulers they had been ablo to collect at Buch short notice the ladies stood back, shrieking in chorous. ' I'll open the door, Jenks," said the landlord to the head waiter, " and you be ready to collar the first one thii rushes out. One two three and here goes 1 But to tho surprise and to confess tho truth, disappointment of the as sembled boarders, nobody appeared save bquire rophaui, in a flowered dressing- gown and a very red lace, shrinking back among the widow a silk dresses. " Why, bless my soul I" exclaimed the landlord, " it's Mr. Popham ! How came you here, sir f "Its its a mistake, btuttered the miserable bachelor, creeping out with sheepish countenance. " It s a confounded queer-looking mis take," muttered two or three of the more belligerently inclined boarders. But mine host good-naturedly interfered in Air. ropuam s behalf. " I am quite sure Mr. rophaui is no burglar," he said. " Mrs. Martin, you'll bear witness to it's being a mistake, I am sure. And Mrs. Martin, with " Popsey " still barking irrepressibly in her arms, de clared that " she was so sorry such a misunderstanding had taken place." " And 1 am sorry too, madam," Baid the old bachelor, stiffly bowing as he marched out between the lines of Bilent and amazed spectators. " My dear," whispered Laura Vernon, " you may depend he has heard every word we said 1 "But how on earth do you suppose he came in there r " I am sure I haven't tho least idea," said the puzzled young lady. Nor did they ever discover a clue to the mystery. Squire Popham resolutely kept at bay the curiosity of the whole hotel by obstinately reiterating his first statement, " that it was a mistake," and nothing more. And the next morning be packi-d bis valise and lelt the Sea weed House. We are sorry to record the fact that he is an old bachelor still, and likely to remain so, bis first adventure in the ser vice of the little god having proved s disastrous that he will never pluck up courage to hazard another ! Perhaps iiiap year may do something tor mm but it is a forlorn hope, at best 1 This is the era of, taxing luxuries. and the constant demand is to raise the tax on articles of this nature and abol ish it on others. The province of Quebeo responds nobly to this demand- Heretofore the cost of a marriage license in that region has been six dollars, but it is now intended to increase the reve nue from this tax by making it two dollars higher, and the additional sum is to be added to the publio school fund. Truly a wise application of the money, and evidently au appropriate one. Strange Sights nt tho Mc-mion Tuber- nnclo. Tho San Francisco Chronicle says : What a dense mass of humanity is to be seen at the great Mormon Xabernacle on a Sabbath morning 1 ino congrega tions vary from three to ten thousand, according to the bill of fare offered. If Brigham is advertised to speak there is certain to be a full house, and if the times are lively and exciting, standing room will be scarce. Next to Brigham, Elder John Taylor, the best of the Twelve Apostles, draws the best, and then comes George Q. Cannon, another of the Apostles. Orson Hyde aud the Pratts were formerly big guns ; but of late they do not take a very active part in discussions at the Tabernacle. Tho earnest saints in attendance never know who is going to preach, except iu the case of Brigham, and any other brother present may bo called upon to make re marks, which constitute the latter Day Saints' sermon. The old elders and fathers in Israel sit upon the ample plat form specially built for them, aud it is from their ranks that ecclesiastical ora tors mostly come. Tho Mormon preach ers never usa notes, as they consider that " preaching from paper" is a sure sign that a man's religion is his profes sion, not his life. In taking their texts, which they seldom do, the Old and New Testament, the Book of Mormon aud the Doctrine and Covenants aro the sources of inspiration. They open them at any given page by chance, and the text read, they coustrue it in a material sense. The listener, not knowing their style, will be eager to know according to the text, what tho preacher's views are re garding the resurrection of the dead, the immortality of the soul, the attributes of God and the angels, or some other hair-splitting theological problem. But the listener is most gloriously fooled when his ears are burdened with " re marks" about building good roads, and best mode of irrigation.how to herd stock and run saw mills, tho prospects of the cotton and silk trade of Utan, the beau ties of pologamy in household economy, etc.. and " all glory of God," as the preacher enthusiastically exclaims. The audience listeus with reverent attention The sea of upturned faces is a remarka ble sight. Anglo-baxon physiognomies of all shapes and sizes, and expressions, solemn and stolid looking, handsome and homely, young and old, green and withered, are to ba seen. All national ities are represented the English, Welsh and Danes predominating. Nor way and Sweden come next. An occa sional wandering Jew or renegade Celt may bo seen here and there by way 01 variety. The men are mostly clad in homespun, and the women, sme in fine silk and others in coarsj garments. The costumes of the European lower classes, which have not changed in centuries, are to be seen here in all their primitive beauty. Many of the Mormon women are dressed richly, and some of the young 8ainte3ses looks as pretty as peaches. The old elders, who sit on tha platform are a grave, earnest, solid-looking class of men, whose countenances are stamp ed with the mysterious force of fanati cism. Things We Like to See. We like to see young ladies who are bitter enemies kiss each other very affec tionately when they meet. It reminds us of a man named Judas who lived sev eral years ago. We like to see a fashion ably dressed lady promenading the streets wearing a blue silk dress, trailing a yard behind her in the mud it cleans the streets so nicely. We like to Bee young men very polite and obliging to other young ladies, wno are scarcely civil to their sisters at home it proves that the lords of creation are void ot de ception. We like to see little boys come to church in the evening, and amuse themselves by bticking pins in their sleepy neighbors it shows that tbey are not burying their talents in the earth 1 We like to see a man invariably throw his newspaper, boots and hat on tho floor for his tired wife to pick up it is evidence that he remembers the promise to "cherish her!" We like to see the choir spend their time during the divine service in whispering and telling stories it helps us to appreciate the sermon, and convinces us that they are capable of singing " with the spirit and tho un derstanding also !" We like to see young lauies Keep their jaws in constant mo tion, endeavoring to masticate a huge ball of chewing gum it looks so lady like I We like to see a man sporting fast horses, while he owes the printer and gives nothing to the minister it looks honorable I Thera are marry other things which wo would like to see, but we forbear. Death of Two Singular Characters. The Foit Wayne (Ind.i Sentinel nar rates the life and death lately of Archi bald Leroy, who lived a hermit's life for nearly half a century in a rude log cabin in Wayne County, in the heart of the forest. When ne was a youth ot twenty he met a young lady to whom he beoaine ardently attached. They were betrothed, but on the eveuing prior to her marriage she begged him to re lease her from hr pledge, because she did not love him. He complied, and she wedded a lime man of the world, whose money was his only recommenda tion, and whose reputatiou was thatxit a roue. Archibald Leroy thereuppn with drew from society, built the house where he lived, and across whose thresh old he was carried on the Oth inst., iu bis coffin. He was a great student. The walls of hi cabin are lined with standard works, and all these bear the evidence of frequent use. He was also an artist, and iu his portfolio were found a num ber of exquisite sketches of the beauti ful scenery which surrounds his late borne. Ue was in many respects a re markable man, with excellent traits of charaoter. as his neighbors testify, and with a wonderful store of information on every subject, no matter how obstruse or prolouud lis Character. .The Manchester tvt.i journal an nounces the death of Oliver Elmore, the "Hermit of Wanhall River," in that State. He died from the effects of ex posure laBt week, at the foot of Stratton mountain, where he has lived for thirty years in a hole dug in tho hill, with no companion save his dogs and hens. hen a young man ho resided in Con necticut, and was driven to this strange life by the death of the woman whom he loved and was to marry. He had many weatlhy and influential relatives in that State among them a member of Uongress wb have often tried to in duce him to abandon his singular habits, but without avail. Surface Movement of tho Earth. The old geological theory that from time to timo the surface of our earth has been changed by grand catastrophes, which destroying plants and animals, were, on an immense scale, similar to the local catastrophes produced by volcanic eruptions and earthquakes, has been n.hfiiirlnT!i?rl hv ronann nf mir mm-fl p.nr- u 1.. .1 t:jA l -1 . if:..u: l i making for many years. These obser . . - vations have proved that sudden catas trophes aro always merely lecal; but that all the great changes in the surface of our earth, as the upheaval ot moun tain ranges and the depression of val leys and their ultimate change into lakes and oceans, are gradual and go always on, even at the present day. The moun tains bordering the Pacifio Ocaan in fact, the whole coat of California are perpetually rising, and have probably been doing so tar halt a million ot years. while all the land containing in its bosom our great American lakes is slow ly sinking, with a probable correspond ing upheaving ot the state ol Jieatucky, ot southern Indiana and the surround ing countries. Geological investigations prove that once our lakes had their out lets south, till by depression at the north a new outlet was nm formed, about forty thousand years ago, through Niagara to the St. Lawrence River. The division line of the watershed of the lakes and the Mississippi valley has been slowly travelling southward since that time ; and when the city of Chicago re cently turned the waters of Lake Mich igan up the Chicago River into the Mis sissippi valley, she simply re-established the old state of affairs, which, if tho motion in question continues, will be more difficult to maintain in the future that it is now. Fortunately this motion is very Blow, and only a very remote posterity, some thousands ot years hence, will meet with the difficulties we now foresee, when the bed of the Chicago River becomes lower and lower at its junction with Lake Michigan. It ap pears, further, that the state ot iNew Jersey is sinking, and this is even par ticipated in by the city ot JNew York, Brooklyn, Long Island, Sco, at the rate of some sixteen or seventeeu inches per century. This is insignificant, to be sure ; but let it only go on tor a thousand years and it is somo fifteen feet, so that the new stone docks now commenced in New York city at that time will be to tally submerged; but then they will probably not last so long, aud the soil of the lower part of the city may be very easily raised half a foot every thirty years, it is evident that the most cor rect date may be obtained at the sea shore, as the main height ot the ocean possesses a perfect stability. This main height is, ot course, ootaincd by con tinual observation of the tides under different circumstance?, and if anywhere the highest tides reach a higher level than they did one hundred or two hun dred years ago, it is a proot 01 depres sion or sinking of the land. This depression is going on along the coast of Northern France, Belgium, Holland, and northwest Germany, while the cost of Sweden, along the Baltic, is slowly rising, including the capital of Sweden, the oity ot btockholm. The latest scientific journals report two very striking contemporary up heavals in Spain, entirely authentic M. de Botello describes them in detail, and the most curious fact is that the short time of scarcely a quarter of a cen tury was sufficient to produce au effect which has surprised every inhabitant who observed the circumstances former ly, and compared them with the present condition. In the province of Jamora, it is obsarved that from the village of Villar don Diego, it is now possible to see the upper half of tho church-steeplo of Rinsfarze3, in the province of Vaha dolid ; whereas, twenty-three years ago, the summit ot this steeple could only lust be perceived. The same thing oc curs to the same degree ana unaer the same circumstances in the province of Alva, where, from the village of Salva- tierro, the whole ot the village 01 bal- duende can now be seen, while in 1847 the vano of the church steeple could hardly be perceived. These four points are on a line parallel to the s stem of the Sanserrois Mountains, while the ex treme points are one hundred and forty miles apart- All the movements we speak ot here have nothing to do with volcanio erup tions ; they are, of course, caused by changed conditions of the inteior of the earths mass, which by these facts is proved not to be solid, the opinion of some modern geologists uotwithstand ing ; the earth, if not liquid inside, must at least be-soft and plastic, in order to make depressions in one placewith mm- ultaneous elevations in another, One other iuteresting fact we must mention in this connection ; it is that the highest mountains are not the oldest, as one would naturally suppose, but belong to the systems last elevated ; so the high Swiss Alps are much younger than the lower Jura, and the Catskills younger than the lower Shawangunk mountains. 2 he Manufacturer and JJuw iter. A substance called "Xylonite," is coming into use as a substitute for wood, ivory and tin, and is composed of oxide of cine, kneaded up with collodion and camphor, and then forced in a strong press between hot metallio plates, into the desired form. Caution is, however, advised in regard to using this tub- I stance, as it is extremely inflammable. Romance of American History. CHRISTINE OTI3 AND HER COMPANION. Iu the valley of the Merrimao dwelt in early times the Pennacook Indians, who generally cultivated a tnenaiy in tercourse with the whites, even amid troubles which appealed strongly to their feelings as Indians. In Major Waldron, of Cocheoo, they bad great confidence a confidence which he abused cruelly, for, in September, 1676, four hundred men, women, and children, of the Eastern tribes, assembled at Cocheoo to sign a treaty, but were seized, several of the number.hanged, the rest trurried off to Boston, and sold into foreign slavery, sent to toil and die be neath a West India Bun, far from their native homo. The Indiana smothered their resent ment, and awaited the hour when they emild nunish the treacherous act- la 10S8, Andros seized and piunderod tho establishment of Baron de St. Castin, a French nobleman, who had settled on the Penobsoot, and by marrying a diuifrhttr of the Chief Madockawaudo, himaJF unfit 4hA Tnnife.na nt Maino. Tho tribes in Maine flew to arms, but before the news spread some squaws, one stormy night, asked admis sion into the garrison houses at locneco. They wore admitted without distrust ; but at midnight they opened the doors to the braves, and the slaughter com menced. Waldron himself lodged in an inner room, and, wauenea Dy tne noise, ne leaped out of bed, crying, " W hat now I what now I" and seizing only his sword, met the Indians, and, old as he was, with his white wrath blazing loftily over the fierce devils, he drove them be fore him from door to door, till ho had passed the ti-ird. A9 he sprang back then for other weapons, the Indians rushed up behind him and stunned him with their hatcnets, letiea mm, ana dragged him to the hall, where they seated him in an arm-chair, placed on the top of a table, and, tauntingly ask ing him, "Who" shall judge Indians now '" left him to recover his senses while they compelled such of the family as they had spared to prepare them some food. Their hunger being appeased, they returned to Major Waldron, had his books, in which their trade had been registered, and as each Indian s turn came, he Btepped up, crying, " I cress out mv account!" and with bU knife drew a deep gash across the breast of the old man. . It is not recorded that Waldron ut tered a cry of pain or an entreaty for their mercy. " Oh, Lard !" he said, " oh, Lord 1" and, spent with anguish and loss of blood from the shocking mutila tion to which he was further subjected, he fell forward on his sword, which one of the tormentors held ready to receive him, and the vengeance that had brooded and waited thirteen years was satisfied, After setting bra to the mills and houses, the Indians, having killed twenty-two persons, and made prisoners of twenty-nine, retreated by the light of the blaze, so rapidly as to ba beyond dancer before any other settlers were aroused to a sense ot what bad been done. Among the captives of that night was a little granddaugnter 01 .major vraia- ron's. who. having been sent by the In dians, while at their dark work in the garrison-house, to bid forth those hiding in another room, had crept into a bed and drawn the clothes about her ; Bhe had been found again, though, and had been forced to undertake the march with thorn, half-clad and on her little bare feet. Sho was only seven years old, and her trials were bitter. At one time her master made her stand against a tree while he charged bis gun and took aim at her ; again, an Indian girl pushed her off a precipice into the river, and having clambered out, sue dare not ten when questioned, the reason of her be ing so wet ; once the Indians stole off in the morning and lett her, covered oy the buow, alone in the woods with the wild beasts and hunger, and, tracing them by their foot-prints, the poor little thing went crying alter them through the wilderness: aud at another time, building a great tire, they told her she was to be roasted, whereupon, burstm into tears, she ran and threw ber arms round her master's neck, bogging him to save her, which, on the condition that she would behave well, he promised her to do. Another, capture of more subsequent importance was the wife of Richard Otis, the ancestress of Honorable John Wentworth, of Illinois, and of Mr. Charles Tuttle, late of the Cambridge Observatory. The unhappy Mra. Otis had seen her husband killed as he rose in bed, a sou share his father's fate, a daughter's brains beaten out against the stairs, and with, her little daughter Judith, who was subsequently rescued, and her baby of three months old, she was led up through the White .moun tain Natch to Canada. This infant of three months became a personage of great interest in her day. Baptized by the French as Christine, on reaching maturity, Bhe was married to a French man by the name ot Lid rieau, who only lived a few years. Upon her husband death an inex tinguishable desire to see ber native land took control ot her, and not being Eermitted to carry her children with er, she left them iu the hands of friends, upon the liberation of prisoners, and at the losi of all her estate, which was not inconsiderable, as she herself says, jour neyed back to Dover. A few years af terward she returned to Canada, where she appears to have been greatly valued, made an unsuccessful effort to recover her children, and again underwent the hardships of the perilous pilgrimage home. A large Arctic- owl, quite a curiosity, came into the ben-house of a gentleman in Sidney, Me., in broad daylight last week, and, after killing a ben or two was shot dead. The owl measured five feet three inches from tip to tio of wines. and was larger and altogether unlike our native owls. MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS. A new style of shoes for ladies' house wear, are a sort of half-high slipper, and r-re called the Louis Quinze tie. The dreariest prelude to pleasure in human life, it is said, is the interval of waiting before dinner is announced. An uncle of George Trancis Train has made oath that Francis is a lunatic, and has asked to be appoint-d guardian over him. There are 30,000 head of cattle in Solomon Valley, Kansas, and there is not hay enough to winter 10,000. The loss must be very heavy. Miss Elizi Lyman Las contracted to furnish all the lumber of the water tanks and depdt-buildirg of a Vermont railroad. She will " boBs" the job her self. The latest Loudon announcement is a 11039 machine, by which homely noses are pressed into the roost fashionable shape, according to the taste of tho owner. A secret organization of thieves and desperadoes is said to exist in the west ern part of Wright County, Minnesota, aloug tho line ot thebt. raui ana i-acinc Road. In the Tennessee House of Representa tives last week, a bill was introduced providing that " attorneys shall not be allowed to charge in accordance with amounts involved in suits, but be gov erned by services rendered." The New IIven PiOlad'rim mentions this incident : A student in Yale who is just now passing the term examina tion, a few nights since dreanei that ha should be called up the next day upon a certain passage, the dream pointing dis- mctly to the chapter and section. lie thought nothing of the dream until he entered the examination room, and was surprised to find that the passage given him to render was the i.ame precisely as that indicated by the dream. All Yale is now vigorously engaged in dreaming. At Boston, at one of the engine houso wires like bell pulls aro placed in vari ous parts of the building, upstairs and downstairs, connecting with the staoi . When an alarm is sounded, by pulling one of these wires the horsos aro un hitched and the stable doors thrown open. As tbo horses aro trained to start fron their stable at the sound of tho gong, it sometimes occurs that they are in their places at the pole of the engine before any ot the hretnsn can reach tue machine. Railroad companies aro likely to learn after a while that tho travelling publio have some rights that they are bound to respect, and that they will not oe per mitted to confiscate the tickets ot pas sengers who neglect to obey all the re strictions they undertake to impose upon travel. A woman travelling on the Grand Trunk Railroad had a ticket on which was printed, "good only for this train and the day received. Not good to stop over." But she did stop over, and when she attemptsd to resume her journey she was put eff the cars. For this the railroad company has paid tfouu and costs. The latest manifestation of lunacy is a Spiritual Postoflioe, established by a teiiow nameu runt, 111 new xora. xjei tcrs from lunatics in the flesh directed to spirits in heaven or hell as the caso may be, are forward to Mr. Flint's post office in New York, and he sends them by express to their destination, ffnd receives the answer. The postage is rather binding, being two dollars per letter ; but it must be rtmembered that the department is new and the expenses heavy. By and by e. movement will probably be made in the direction of cheap postage, as the facilities for inter communication between the celestial, infernal, and terrestir.l kingdoms are increased. It is common belief that " ballooning" is an exceedingly dangerous busiuet-s. Perhaps this is partly due to the fact that many ascents are " unheralded and unknown," but every accident is record ed and spread abroad with amazing rapidity. At any rate the Londou Telegraph having asserted that one-hdlf of the number of professional aeronauts had been killed in the exercise of thur vocation, Mr Coxwell, an aeronaut, re plied, and denied the fact, asserting tht' of the thirty-five hundred ascents made in Europe and America, lit teen deaths only have been recorded. This exhibit is certainly a more favorable one than the kerosene mortality list. A gentleman visited New York, went to one of the largest hotels, and took a room. On going to bed at night, he locked his door and placed his watch and money under his pillow. It is probable that nine out of every ten strangers who visit New York would do the same thing under like circumstances. On waking in the morning, he discovered that both watch and money bad been stoitn. Thereupon he sued the proprietor of the hotel for fifty dollars, being the amount of money lost, and for the value of the watch, about three hundred and btty dollars. On the trial, evidence was of fered in behalf of the defendant to shaw that the notice had been given which the law required. Th6 plaintiff obtained a verdict in his favor for the full amount demanded, and an appeal was taken from the judgment. When a woman makes up her mind to have anything she is pretty sure to get it. Probably that assertion will not be disputed. At any rate an illustration of its truth comes from Cincinnati The good dame of a citizen of that place could not persuade her spouse to get her a patent clothes-dryer. So -she took the pole out from her old-fashioned line the other evening, and crouching down be hind the fence screamed " murder." In an instant her startled lord came flying out of the house, was caught across the throat by the clothes-line, and before he could recover himself it had nearly sawed his head off. The next morning a sombre-looking individual, with his neck all done up in oloths and bandages, was seen patting up a patent clothes dryer in that yard. How many divorce suits might be saved by a like simple ex- I pedient.
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