HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher.
- NIL, DESPERANDLTM.
Two Dollars per Anpum.
VOL. XII.
Ant.ni
Snm u dead and th otamn winds
weeping,
Wail amid the leaves that laMv VAM nun
And tell how the year is with feeble steps
creeping
To join with the numberless years that
hum been.
When ftie sunshine was bright, and the birds
ouiuy singing,
We dreamed not of cold, or the eky's chill
ing mien ;
We saw not how swiftly the glad hours were
winging;
WeheJ but r.weet Voices with happiness
8n.nmer.is dead, the year', hopes are
"uties that were bright when the
epTing tide was young
'Vher. we each came with eagerness forth to
TK 1 .
With step that was firm and a heart that
wan strong.
And what can we bring as the cause of life's
failing?
Was the daylight too dim and the darkness
Were the storm-waves too wild for the ship's
tuning' ;
Was the helmsman unnerv'd by the winds
" ip-jir wailing?
o
ouinmer ls dea(j , ay bnt Epringti(j8 ig
coming,
And the leaves that are yellow, and brittle,
nnd dead
Will revive once again when the flowers are
bloominp,
And the boughs will wave green once more
over our head.
'till the hopes then revive that are now
swiftly waning?
Will the life come again that is now nearly
spear
briall we hear once again the world's mirth
and complaining?
Ah. that must be loft for death's certain ex
ilniniug.
A BOY'S STORY.
It all came of my having a railway
., nun ucing iiuiuo 10 iaue music lea
sons. "Thompson gave me the kev when
lie was leaving last term, I don't
know how he came by it, or what good
it whs to him, as he never saw a train
except when he went home for the
holidays; but he was always talking of
the convenience of having such a
thing whert you are traveling, and
hinting at the mysterious penalties the
company might inllict if they caught
you using it.
He gave it to me in exchange for a
bit of Letty's hair (she's my sister,
and Thompson was dreadfully in love
with her) and a scrap of the bonnet
trimmings she wore in church. I stole
that, but had to ask her for the hair,
ami she brought out a whole bundle
and said I might trade awav the lot if
I chose. "Hair wasn't worn much
.now."
Music was another thing altogether.
Herr otto Finke was an old friend of
my father's, and lived at Luckboro,'
our market town.
lie took a fancy to me bother me;
and actually persuaded my father and
mother to let me come over to Luck
boro every market day, with my
father, for a lesson in German and
music. I didn't mind dining with him
first (uncommonly oueer hipskps -n
had, and lots of jam with them) but
the music was simply disgusting (in
the holidays, tco!) and the lessons
generally ended by Finke getting to
the niano himself jinrl wnri.iinrr or.-
of his Vaterland by the hour. lie did
so once too often though and now I
have got to my story.
AVo used to come and go between
Mosslands and Luckboro bv omnibus.
There was a Mosslands station on the
line between Luckboro' and London,
but my father never went by it if he
could help it. "When he did, though I
had the key with me I never dare use
it, and began to tliink I had made a
bad bargain witli Thompson.
One Tuesday, however, last winter,
Finke got so carried away by his own
sweet singing that he kept on long
after I ought to have started to meet
my father, and then got so remorseful
that I thought he was going to cry;
or perhaps want to keep me all night.
" Look here," I said, "it doesn't mat
ter. There's a train that gets in as
soon as the 'bus. I can catch it if I
run good-bye !" And off I scudded,
one arm in and one arm out. of mv
top-coat, for I was sure he'd object, or
. . . . ., . T 1 1
w im i, iu nuts mo uu. i uau money, and
there was a train which came up long
before I had seen all I wanted about
the station.
I made a dash at a carriage. It
wasn't locked, as I half hoped it might
be, and in I scrambled, but was nearly
blown out again by a volley of the
strongest language I ever did hear.
The train started and jerked me down
tato a seat before I'd time to get my
breath. I was not used to bad expres
sions, and my fellow-traveler's remarks
made my blood run cold.
There were ladies in the carriage,
but he didn't seem to mind that. He
had a red, scowling face, with heavy
red eyebrows and bloodshot eyes. All
the rest of him was a mass of railway
rugs and wraps. I had tumbled over
his toes into the middle seat opposite,
where I Sat scared and speechless, till
I caught the eyes of the lady next to
him fixed on me.
A Ughl such a bad old face! A tight,
cruel mouth, witli all sorts of coil-lines
about itfcand wicked, sharp gray eyes
that screwed Into one like gimlets. I
didn't care muda for Kedface by this
time. I didn't believe he would "twist
my neck and chuck me out of the
window," as he suggested; but I hated
her all oyer at once, from her sausage
curls grizzly-gray, two on each sid
to her hooked claws of fingers that
were twitching away at her knitting
needles, in and out of a big gray stock
ing. "Hush, Sammy," she said quite
sweetly; "the poor child means no
harm, and he can easily get out at the
?, ""' n nere are yu going to,
I
could onlv
must have thought I was a softy, for
she twisted my ticket clean out of my
hand hpfnrp T .
after "ew wum sue was
"?l0?s?nd9- Vwy good. That's the
"won. see him Bafe ouk
Sammv dour " '
Sammy growled an inarticulate re-
tui irum unuer nis rugs.
The timid nnsspncrpr lmrl
spoken or stirred. She sat on the snme
iuu as me other two, covered With a
big plaid ruff and a. hiiln iru
111 , ' " 'iwilli VCiA
tied over her head. I could make
nothing out except that she seemed to
beasleen in a verv nnmmfnrt.i.u
-j -i.nuiiinjio atti
tude.
I sal In the middle, onnoattn t.ho ri,i
woman. It was so rHs!iiiro!iliU g,i
ing her sharp eyes on mo while her
neeiue clicked on just the same that I
thoUffllt I miffht as well nrptpnrl tn
to sleep too. So I curled myself up
and gave one or two nods, and then
dropped mv face on mv arm nn imt.
she couldn't see it.
Presently I heard the ripprllpa
slower and slower I peeped, and saw
the big bonnet and sausage curls giv
ing a lurch forward and then hnnir-
ward, once, twice; then a big snore;
and then she was off too.
I didn't stir for n. tnlmitn f.r t
that " Sammy" was up to something.
jio u'iuiii lorwaru anu peered at her as
if to make Bure she was ouitn nslppn-
then cautiously groped in the seat be
side ner and named up a little black
batr. He onened it soi'tlv. d rpw nllf n
silver-topped flask, and closed it just
as a jerk of the train roused the old
lady. Sammy dived back in his cor
ner; and she sat bolt upricht. rubbed
her eyes hard, felt siisnipioiisivnrm,ri
till she found the bag, stowed it away
uemno. ner and resumed her knitting.
Only for a few moments, though; with
a weary groan she let stockings, needles
and all iro down witli rnn mi
dropped back sounder asleep than be
fore. Then from Sammy's cornpr ram a n
gnrcle soft and low niiinv titnpa rp-
peated then all was quiet.
iow was my time. I began to look
about and think what I slum 111 ilu
first. "Whether I dared m.fc im nn t.im
seat and see how the communication
with the guard worked and what
would happen if I nulled it. Tf ti o
train stopped I could make off or cay
it was eammy. lie was half r.psv
now and Deoule wouldn't, hpii pvr. In' in
First of all I went to the window to
look out a little. It was Pitch dai-k
outside. and all I could see wna rli.- re
flection of the carriage and of the lady
in the blue woolen veil. She was sit
ting up now and looking intently at
me. n nai an uncomtortable set thev
were, to be sure!
I look round at her direetlv. Sim
was very young younger than Lettv,
and she's just seventeen and pretty
but so thin and frightened-looking that
I felt very unhaunv about her
She fixed her bier, britrht eves on top
and put up her linger. " Don't speak,"
she said, in a clear whisper. "Keep
looiungoui oi the window.
Can you
near what 1 am saying ?"
I nodded, and she went on. looking
at me, and now and then at the old
woman.
" If they get me to London I am a
dead woman. You are my last chance.
"Will you help me?"
I nodded very hard indeed, and
looked at the communication with the
guard, biie shook her head.
"No, that's no good. I must get
away at the next station. He is safe.
Can you stop her from following me?"
I didn't believe I could. I might
have thrown a rug over Sammy and
sat on him for a minute or two, but
that old woman was too much forme.
I felt that directly she woke she'd see
what I was thinking of, and strangle
me before I could stir. The precious
minutes were flying the miles were
hurryinar past us in the outsit crinm.i
the girl's big wof ul eyes were fixed
on me in desperate appeal.
"I have friends who will save me if
I can but get to them," she panted.
"Just one minute's chanci3 onlv
one" J
All at once I had an idea. A splen
did one ! " Look at this," I whispered,
and held up my railway key. " If I
open this door, dare you get out. You
can hold on outside until the train
stops. Eun straight across the down
line. There is only a bank and a hedge
on the top. Lot of gaps in it nearer
the station. There you are on the
Luckboro' road. Do you hear ?"
I was quite hot and out of breath
with whispering all this as plain as I
could. She caught every word as fast
as I could think it, almost.
"What with the feeling of my own
cleverness, hatred of that nasty old
woman and delight in spiting her,
and pity for the poor girl, I felt as
brave as any fellow, however big,
could be, and full of ideas as well.
" Give me that," I said, pointing to
her blue veil. " They won't see you're
gone if I sit here with it tied over my
head."
" Oh, no, no ! They'll kill you."
"Not them! They can't interfere
with me." (I declare, I felt as if
I could fight Sammy and a dozen
old ladies just then.) "Quick, now
or never." I tied tho veil over
my head and lowered the window n
softly as possible. There was no time
to lose, for the train was slack pninrr
speed even then. I unlocked the door.
Nie gave me one look that made me
feel braver than ever, and lnrli npil trt
cry, both at once; and in a second she
was uut uu nio siep. ine train
stopped. I saw her skirt flutter In tlm
stream of light that fell from our open
carriage uoor across me down line 01
rails, and that was all and I was
huddled down under the big plaid rug
with the old woman, wide awake,
standing over rue.
RIDGrWAY, ELK COUNTY, PAM THUBSDAY, OCTOBER 5.
"Drat the boy. Sammy, call the
potter; he's got out at the wrong
" Call-un-yer-self," answered Sammy,
all in one word.
She pulled the door to and tramped
back to her seat, taking no more notice
of me than if I had been tt cushion of
uio parnage: it don't matter if he
has broken his neck either," she mut
tered, "perhaps we'd better make no
mas, j. ue vrain was oir again. I
rlnrprl Tint Inmn nr. 1 i -
the wn.y, and thought I must take my
luauuB hi, wie nexi siauon.
"Oh! mv bones and hndtr!" .1,0
groaned, presently. " Oh, what a time
ltnaa Deeni sammyj"
No answer.
"Sammv " She was nn niroln or.
1 tmnit she hauled him tip and shoo)
him. lor somethinir fpll with a nmuii
like a broken bottle.
' O ti v h V1IWU
" You idiot," she screamed. ""When
you want all the brains you've got
anu more 1001 to play me this trick ?
ofi vt? vou riiriiL 11 i irpr. iir nnri loova
you at the next station utrhl"
O O ' T C
It sounded as if Rhe were banging
..v. n,.iiu.-.i, ng.misi. ino carnage.
That and the fresh nir Rppmprl tn rmioa
him. He got up and put his head out
in mc window lor a snort time, and
then replied, slowly rind 1 lrmrpeai volr
" Now. look here, old woman. Vnno
01 your nonsense. hen he s wanted,
oamuei .ixon is all t hprp. And mi
man alive can say he isn't," he went on
suit-muiy, uoiuing careiuny on to one
in i. -
IHHU LU1 11H AVHS Slirfl ftT T.lio TIDvt
as to tlus business, I ask you is it
mine or is it vours ? Now timn v
" Yours, I should think; as it's your
wife who is giving us all this trouble.
I wish I'd left you to fight it out your
selves." " Stop this," said Sammy, who was
talking mmspit sober and consequently
savage. "I'll not have it nut unon
me. I didn't want to marry her; that
.i3 juur tioing, and 1 don't want to
make away with her; that's your
tioing, and if it's a hanging matter,
1 m not the one to swing for it."
" Heaven forgive you, Sammy," said
the old woman, evidently horribly
scareo. - jon t ye talk that way to
your poor old mother don't. If the
poor creature was only in her right
mum sue u vo 1110 nrst to say her old
nurse was her best fripnil t.h p nnlv fnci
she had in tho world when her pa died
aim leu ner.
Here she sniffled a little. Sammy
gave a sort of derisive growl.
"And as to her marrying you; it
stood to reason that she must marry
somebody, sometime, left all alone in
the world with her good looks and her
fortune; and why not my handsome
son? It was luck for you, Sammy,
though you turn against me now,
There vou were, hist
foreign parts, without a halfpenny in
your pocket or a notion where to find
one; and there 'was she without a re
lation or friend to interfere with you
as simple as a baby not a creature to
stop her doing as she chose with her
self and her money. It would have
been a sin and a shame to lose such a
chance. Of course, I wanted to see
111V liandsomp bid nrnnH n iTontUmon
as the best of them." The old woman
aci-mi-u iu ub laiKing on and on pur
posely, like telling a rigmarole to a
child to keep it quiet. Sammy growled
again in a milder tone.
" Oh, yes. Say it's all my fault, do !
You can talk black white when it
pleases you."
" It was your fault, Sammy. You
might have lived happy and peaceable
if you'd chosen. Haven't I been down
on my bended knees to beg you to let
her alone when you was treating her
that shameful that the whole country
side was ringing with it. You know
it, and others knew it. And I can tell
you what, Mr. Samuel Nixon, if she'd
been found dead in her bed, as I ex
pected every morning of my life to
hear, there wasn't a servant in the
place that wouldn't have spoken up be
fore the coroner and glad to do it.
Who'd have swung for it then, I'd like
IU M1UW
The bruto was mastered. I heard
him shuffling his feet about uneasily;
then, in a maudlin whisper: " It was
drink, nothing else, and her aggrava
ting, winning ways. Don't be hard
on me, old woman, I'm sure I've given
in handsome to all your plans."
"Uecause you couldn't help yourself,
you fool. Now you see what it is to
have your poor old mother to turn to
1 our wife may talk as much as she
pleases now. ho'll believe her when
we've got it written down by two
grand London doctors that she's as
mad as mad can be? "Who's to mind
her talk, or any one else's? Aren't we
taking her up to London just for the
guuu ul ner ueaiui, 10 a nice sate place
where she will be well looked after and
kept from getting herself and the other
folks into any more trouble ? Then
you and me will go back, Sammy, and
live as happy and comfortable as you
please."
" They will treat her like a lady eh,
mother ?"
"Of course they will; a beautiful
place and the best of living. Bless
you, she'll be happy as the day is long.
It does you credit being so tender
hearted, Sammy. I knew you couldn't
abide seeing her storming and raving
as she did last night, so I just gave her
a little sup of something before we
started, and you see she's been sleeping
like a baby ever since. And the gen
tleman where she's going, you know
he gave me this bottle; and when we
get to London I've just to give her a
whiff of it on a handkerchief, and off
she goes as quiet as a lamb. No
screams or tantrums this time; and he
and his nurses will be on the lookout
for us with his carriage, and before she
knows it there she'll be as snug as you
please."
This was awful!
"What shall I do? Were we ever
going to stop? AVas there another
1 tation before London ? Should J be
aniffffed. drajnrea off and made awn
with ? I knew if they found me out
11- was an over witn me. The pattern
of the blue Shetland vpil rt.mppH VinV
my eyes the noise of the train was as
.1... .i . 1 jiii .
vim buuiiu 01 me roar 01 amiiery in my
ears. 1 sat up, reaoy lor a spring and
a struriffle:
A jerk! Another! A stop, and the
uoor iiung open.
" Tickets, please."
1 made one nlunrp: T fi 'n tha rum
.. 1 r 15 - "
Clear OVpr tlin old woman, rlniliprl mv
arm into Sammy's face, and tumbled
1 11 t 11
neuuiong oui into ine arms or the
astonished ticket-collector. I felt him
clutch me, and then the ground rose
up, or 1 went down down into an
unfathomable depth of darkness!
" HulM old fellow. Better now?"
were the llrr.t wnnfn T Vx,nrA rit,nm.
son's Voice! There lie was with a. orlnun
01 water in nis hand, stooping over me
a nuiunson s motner was Kneeling oe
side me, cuddling me up against her
nice, soft sealskin. I was on the wait
ing-room sofa, and about a dozen neo-
nle Were nil Ktundincr staring mnril
hompsoh went and telecranlipd hnmn
wiuu j was saie, anu men ne ana his
mother took me to the hnnap in T.nn
don where they were staying.
1 can t remember much after that
Was ill fnr nmnv wppku T hplipup T
tried to tell people what had happened.
uub no one wouiu iisien. iney try
even now to make me heiieve I dreamt
it in my illness. I've irot it told now
though, and every word is solemn
truth. HpsiilpH didn't. T rpp ami ampll
Letty burning the blue Shetland veil.
I've had no more music lessons
since, that s one good thing.
The railway key? Oh, I left that
sticking in the door.
mat s all. Argosy.
Life In a Montana Frontier Town.
The following amusinrr dpscrintinn
of the mixed life of a frontier town
is from E. V. Smalley's paper on " The
New Northwest." in tlip ('ontiirn
Ine picturesque features of life in a
are best seen as evenincr auuroaches.
Crowds of rouehlv-clad men imther
around the doors of the dnnkinc Ra-
. . . . ,j "... .
oons. A OTOUl) of Indians, who Ii.ivp
been squatting on the sidewalk for
two hours plavinsr some mysterious
same Of cards of their own invpntinn
breaks up. One of the squaws throws
uiu carus into the street, which is
idready decorated from end to end with
similar relics of other frames. An
other swinsrs a babv unon her
back, ties a shawl nrraiml it. nnri
herself, secures the child with a strap
uucKled across her rhpst. nnd strhlpo
off, her moccasined feet toeing inward
in the traditional Indian fashion. She
wears a frown made of a scarlet, rnlirn
bcdnuilt. with leffcincrs of some. Mhp
stuff; but she has somehow managed
to get a civilized dress for the child.
They all tro off to their enmii on the
hill near by. Some blue-coated soldiers
lrom the neichborin!? milit:irv Tinst. pp.
membering tho roll-call at sunset.
swing themselves upon their horses
ind go gallnnins off. a little the worse
for the bad whisky thev Imvn bppn
drinking in tho saloons. A miner
in blue woolen -shirt and brown
canvas trousers, witli a lmt nf ne
tonishing dimensions and a beard of a
rai a gmwui, irois up tne street on a
mule. and. with droll oatha .nml slmf-
fling talk, offers the animal for sale to
11m crown 01 loungers on tho hotel
piazza. No one wants to buy, and,
after provoking a deal of laughter the
miner trives his ultimatum: " I'll hitch
the critter to one of them piazzer
posts, and if he don't pull it down you
may have him." This generous oiler
is declined bv the landlord- nnri tlm
miner rides off, declaring that ho has
not a solitary lour-uit piece to pay for
his supper, and is bound to sell tlm
mule to somebody.
Toward nisrhtfall the whole male
population seems to be in the street.
save the busy Chinamen in the laun
dries, who keep on sprinkling clothes
by blowina1 water out of thpir nmntha
Early or late, you will find these indus
trious little yellow men at work. One
shuffles back and forth frm n tlin 1'
drant, carrying water for the morning
wiixii in old coiu-nii cans hung to a
stick balanced across his nhiililpr
More Indians now a "buck" and
two squaws, leading ponies heavily
laden with tent, clothes .mil lint'.
falo robes. A rone tied nrniimi
a pony's lower jaw is the ordi
nary halter and bridle of the Indians.
These people want to buy some article
at the saddler's shop. They do not go
in, but stare through the windows for
five minutes. The saddler, knowing
the Indian way of dealing, pays no at
tention to them. After a while they
all sit down on the ground in front of
the shop. Perhaps a quarter of an
hour passes before the saddler asks
what they want. If ho had noticed
them at first they would have gone
away without buying.
Earnings and Savings.
According to Mr. Edward Atkinson
but half of the 52,000,000 people of the
United States can be reckoned in the
working force of the nation. The
earnings of this working force, male
and female, cannot pycppiI un ovcmni
of 11 a day each for the 3G5 days of the
Jem, ou uiat me annual income of the
people, in round numbers i fcmnnn
000,000. He estimates that the rhkIa.
nance of our population averages forty
five cents a d:iv fur each mun ,...,.
and child, so that ninety centsof every,
uuuiu ciiruea is consumed, leaving but
ten per cent, of the annual
maintain existing capital and increase
mo uauons weiuiii. jus opinion is
that the increase in wealth ia lpaa than
1500,000,000 annually. His purpose
In this exhibit is to encourage economy.
Learn to work morethoroncrlilv
savingly; to raise as much as possiblo
with as little waste as possible, is his
injunction.
TTISE WORDS.
It is wisdom to think and folly to
sit without thinking.
It is a good rule to be deaf when a
slanderer begins to talk.
Charity gives itself rich, but covet
otisness hoards itself poor.
I! very one of our actions is rewarded
or punished, only we do not admit it.
Life is just long enough for a man
to deckle where he ill spend eternity.
Nature has sometimes made & fool,
but a coxcomb is always of man's own
making.
It is easy enough to forgive your
enemies, if you have not the means to
harm them.
It is a fact worth remembering that
It. does not tnVo half no long to make a
wound as to heal one.
"We should not measure the excel
lence of our work by the trouble that
it has cost to produce it.
"When alone guard your thoughts;
when in the family guard your tem
per; when in company guard your
words.
Foundations are good, and paths are
good; but they are not enough. Foun
dations were made to build on; paths
were made to walk in.
There is no time in a man's life when
he is so great as when he cheerfully
bows to the necessity of his position
and makes the best of it.
The best receipt for going through
life happily is to feel that everybody,
no matter how rich or how poor, needs
all the kindness he can get from others.
This life is not ordained in vain; it
is constituted for a grand purpose, if
through its lessons of experience we
become convinaed that this life is not
all.
"What men want is not talent, it is pur
pose; in other words, not the power to
achieve but will to labor. I believo
that labor judicious and continuously
applied becomes genius. ,
Much talk and much judgment sel
dom go together, for talking and think
ing are two quite different qualities,
and there is commonly more depth
where there is less noise.
HEALTH HINTS.
In cases of fainting lay the person
flat on the back, loose the clothing and
sprinklo cold water on the face. If the
fainting is from exhaustion a few drops
(10 to 30) of aromatic spirits of ammo
nia taken in water will afford a good
stimulant. Dr.Foote's Health Month
ly. In the early stages of typhoid fever
Dr. Guillasse, of the French navy, has
administered coffee with marked suc
ccess. Three tablespoonfuls are given
adults every two hours alternating with
one or two teaspoonfuls of claret or
Burgundy wine. A beneficial result is
immediately apparent. A little lemon
ade or citrate of magnesia is also ad
ministered daily, and after some time
quinine is recommended.
All heat or warmth in the body
comes from food oxidized, slowly
burned in the body, just as much, and
in abcut the same way that heat in tho
stove or furnace conies from fuel oxi
dized or burned there. AVarmth is al
ways escaping from the body, unless it
is an atmosphere nearly up to 100 de
grees of heat. "Warm clothing, warm
hooses, stalls, sheds, that prevent the
rapid escape of heat, save the necesity
of taxing tho stomach to digest an ex
cessive amount of food (fuel)to keep
up the heat of the body, human or
rute.
A Dangerous Bedfellow.
Ferryman Iloppy, of Arena, "Wis.,
recently experienced a fearful sensa
tion on awakening during the night.
He felt something crawling over him,
and knew, when fairly awake, that it
was a snake. He did not know what
to do, but finally took both hands and
threw the bedclothes over it and got
on it with his knees. Tho reptile im
mediately coiled its tail around his
neck, he being on its head. By re
peated efforts ho succeeded in uncoil
ing it, but not before he was nearly
strangled. He gathered up snake and
clothes together, threw them from tho
window that was open near the bed,
and then as quickly as he could get out
of doors caught up a polo and struck
the snake a blow. He could see him
coiled up and could hear the rattle,
showing it to be a very large rattle
snake. As he struck the reptile coiled
around the pole and as he raised the
polo to strike again it sent the snake
away out into tho river. It was a close
call for Mr. Happy. He doesn't like
such bedfellows, and has wire screens
to his windows now.
A Tocm Written on a Grain of Rice.
A Chinese teacher in the colony has
just presented quite a curiosity to the
city hall museum. Many of our read
ers have doubtless seen specimens of
printing compressed within very small
limits, such for instance as the whole
of the Lord's prayer contained within
a circle the size of a finger ring. This,
however, is not a specimen of minutn
typography but of caligraphy, for it
consists or a stanza or poetry, com
posed by the teacher himself, which
contains thirtv-three distinct, nnd wpii
formed Chinese characters written out
in the lull style without any contrac
tions, thouerh the most comnlirntPd
characters are not introduced into this
liliputian poem. It seems almost in
credible, but it is a fact that tho whole
of these thirtv-three characters are. in.
scribed on one grain of unhulled rice.
TAJ- . .
it is oniy another instance or the pa
tient toil which a Chinaman will HnpSid
over apparently unremunerative work.
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About 3G000 barrels or 360 car loads
Of Salt are Weeklv uliinnprl woat rm
Saginaw, Mich. 1 ' i
1882.
Glacier Accidents In Switzerland.
Glacier accidents generally arise
from falls into rifts hidden under a
Layer of snow. In the summer of 1629,
tho day being Tuesday, as three men
of Lenk Jacob Trachsel, Peter Blatter
and another were crossing the "Wild
horngletcher on their way home, Blat
ter had the ill-luck to fall into a con
cealed crevasse, Though not so badly
hurt that he could not call out, he was
too far down to be helped up without
ropes. So it was agreed that Trachsel
should remain by the crevasse, while
the third man, whose name the
record has not reserved, went to
the nearest habitation for ropes
and help. "When he returned Trachsel
had disappeared, and the rift into
whicli Blatter bad fallen could not be
found. The third man and the men
he had brought with him after search
ing and shouting until far into the
night gave up Blatter for lost, and
went away without the least hope that
they should see him again. But, to the
unspeakable surprise and almost con
sternation of his neighbors, he turned
up two days later at his own house, not
much the worse, seemingly, for his ad
venture. How he escaped is not men
tioned, probably by running down one
of the water courses, which run under
every glacier, to daylight.
Jacob Trachsel, who had left his post
on the crevasse simply because he was
weary of waiting, was tried at Lenk
for deserting his companion. Being
convicted of "faithlessness" he was sen
tenced to three days' imprisonment and
to do the Herdfall, whicli signified ask
ing pardon, publicly -of God and man
on bended knees for the sin he had
committed.
In July, 1787, a similar accident be
fell Christian Bohrer, of Grindelwald.
As he crossed- the nipper Grindelwald
glacier toward the Mettenberg a snow
avalanche threw him. into a crevasse
seventy feet deep. Though his arm
was broken and his wrist dislocated in
the fall, he managed to work his way
under the glacier to the stream at its
base, and after a desperate struggle of
two days he succeeded in escaping
from his icy prison.
The Naturufsehichle des Schweizer
landes tells of a very unpleasant ex
perience which in the early part of the
last century befell a chamois-hunter of
the name of Kaspar Stoeri. As Stoeri
and two other hunters were in hot
chase after chamois on the Limmer
nalp glacier, ho disappeared as sud
denly as if ho had been swallowed up
by an earthquake. He had fallen into
a hidden crevasse. His companion
peered fearfully into the hole down
which Stoeri had vanished, and think
ing that all was over witli him, com
mended his soul to God. But when they
heard his voice faintly crying for help,
and perceived that he was clinging to a
ledge of the crevasse, they ran to a
goat-herd's hut hard by him in the
hope that they might possibly find there
a rope. They found only an old coun
terpane too rotten to be of any use.
Meanwhile poor Stoeri was in fearful
plight half his body in freezing glacier-water,
and holding on desperately
with hands and feet to the icy walls of
the rift. He had given himself up for
lost, and was saying, as he thought, his
last prayer, when his comrades lowered
him a rope, which they had contrived
to make with their belts and part of
their clothes. He grasped it joyfully
with both hands, his friends pulled
lustily, and Stoeri was just about to
thank Heaven for his happy escape,
when one of the belts gave way, and
down he fell again. The second misfor
tune was worse than the first; Stoeri took
part of tho lino down with him, nnd
in the descent one of his arms was
badly broken. But ho held on with
the other, and by splitting their belts
his companions made the" extemporized
belts long enough to reach him a sec
ond time. As one arm rested on the
ledge, and as he dared not remove it
for fear of falling further into the
abyss and being drowned in the water,
of which the crevasse was nearly full,
lie had to bend the rope round Ids body
with the broken limb, which caused
him terrible anguish. This time the
belt held, and Stoeri was safely landed
on the glacier. As his companions
drew him out of the hole he fell into
a dead faint, and it was a long time be
fore he came round and could be re
moved to his home.
But not every one who falls into a
crevasse is equally fortunate. In 1821
M. Mouron, a clergyman from Vevey,
while crossing the Lower Grindelwaid
glacier, went down a rift seven hun
dred feet deep. "When his guide (to
"whom he ought to have been attached
by a rope) reported the accident at
Urindelwald, a suspicion aroso that the
poor man had been robbed and mur
dered, and his body thrown into the
crevasse to conceal the crime. In
order to ascertain tho truth, another
guide was tied to a rope and lowered
into the abyss. After several attempts,
the man, though he suffered much
from cold and bad air, succeeded in
fastening the corpse to his own body,
and so carried it to the surface. . M.
Mouron's watch and purse being found
intact in his pockets, tho guide was
freed from tho suspicion which rested
upon him, and his character for hon
esty, if not for efficiency, redeemed.
In the year 1820 three guides were
swept into a crevasse at the head of
the Grand l'lateau at tho foot of the
final slope of Mount Blanc. More than
forty years after they had been buried
in their icy tomb tho remains of these
unfortunate men were found near the
end of the Glacier des Bossins, whither
they had drifted with the moving ice,
miles below the rift in which they
were engulfed.
Joseph "White, of Bake Oven, "Wasco
county, Oregon, began as a sheep herder
in that region without funds five years
ago. He recently sold out his band of
sheep for $6,300. From his this year's
shearing he sold from 678 ewes $1,158
worth of woo and raised 478 lambs.
NO. 33.
SUNDAY READING.
Semetlms.
It is a sweet, sweet song, warbled
to and fro among the topmost boughs
of the heart and filling tho whole air
with such joy and gladness as the
songs of birds do when the .summer
morning comes out of darkness and
the day is born on the mountain. We
have all our possessions in the future,
which we call "sometime." Beautiful
flowers and singing birds are there.
Oh, reader, be of good cheerl For all
the good there is a golden " sometime;"
when the hills and valleys of time are
all passed; when the wear and fever,
the disappointment and sorrow, of life
are over, then there is the place and
the rest appointed of God. Oh, home
stpnd! over whose roof fall no shadows
or even clouds, and over whose thresh
old the voice of sorrow is never heard;
built upon the eternal hills and stand
ing with the spires and pinnacles of
celestial beauty among the palm-trees
of the glorious city, those who love
God shall rest under thy shadows,
where there will be no more sorrow
nor pain, nor the sound of weeping
" sometime." Advent Review.
Religious Newi nnd Note.
There are now 700,000 Protestants
in France.
The State of Michigan has 209 Con
gregational churches.
One-half the cadets of "West Point
are church members.
Edinburgh, Scotland, has been be
sieged by the Salvation army.
New York city has twenty Lutheran
churches and Pliiladelphia thirty.
The Reformed church in America
has 509 churches and 80,167 commu
nicants. The sale of Bibles and other Chris
tian books in Japan is increasing
rapidly.
The head chief of the Pima Indians
has cut his hair short, dresses in
American clothes and regularly attends
church. Members of his tribe, are
erecting a small chapel at Blackwater
The late Rev. Dr. Geo. "W. Musgrave,
a Presbyterian pastor of Philadelphia,..
bequeathed $30,000 to Princeton col
lege,, to be invested till it reaches
$50,000, to found a Musgrave professor
ship, and $ 17,000 to other Presbyterian
institutions.
Atlanta, Ga., shows, it is claimed
the best church record of any city in
tho Union. "With a population of
nearly 50,000, it has forty-eight
churches, with a total membership of
18,950, and an average Sunday attend
ance of over 20,000.
A woman forgot to send home some
work on Saturday, On Sunday morn
ing she told a little girl who lived with
her to put on her things and take the
bundle under her shawl to tho lady's
house. " Nobody will see it," she said.
" But is it not Sunday under my shawl,
aunty ?" asked the child.
The Protestant Episcopal diocese of
Indiana presents the following statis
tics : Clergy, twenty-nine; parishes,
forty-eight ; baptisms, 105 of which
were adults, 429 ; communicants in
forty-five churches, 3,830 ; contribu
tions in thirty-four churches, $57,122.
Diocese of Tittsburg : Clergy, 46 ;
parishes, 55 ; communicants, 6,040 ;
confirmations, 411 ; Sunday school
teachers, 495 ; scholars, 4,749 ; contri
butions, $132,499.
A very pretty story is told of the
mother of Rev. Dr. Cuyler, of Brooklyn,
who recently completed her eightieth
birthday. She is too deaf to hear her
son preach, but every Sunday morning
before he is going to church he tells
her what he is going to preach about
and gives her an outline of his sermon,
and then she prays for him in her room
during the hours of service. She was
left a widow fifty-five years ago, when
her son was only four years old.
A Hunter's Extraordinary Shot.
The Santa Fe (X. M.) News tells the
champion hunting story of the season:
II. J. Sheldon left his camp at Cooper
City, on the Pecos, New Mexico, last
Saturday afternoon in search of game.
Saturday night he camped at the up
per forks of the river, and Sunday,
bright and early, was again on the
march. About 4 o'clock in the after
noon the burro, which had wandered
ahead, came running back, apparently
in great terror, ears and tail erect,
eyes glaring, making that peculiar
mournful sound for which its species
is noted, and refusing to be caught or
comforted. Not being able to make
out from the report of the confused
burro just what had happened, Mr. S.
cocked his, gun and advanced slowly
and cautiously on the unknown enemy.
Crawling along on his hands and knees
for aboi't a quarter of a mile, he at
length doubled a bend in the river, and
there, standing in full view in the
meadow, and not more than 150 yards
away, lie saw a huge grizzly bear with
three cubs, and, just beyond the bear
and in direct range with her, an animal
that he at once recognized as t-he long-sought-for
elk. Neither of the beasts
were aware of his approach, so, quietly
rising upon one knee and resting his rifle
across the other, which is Mr S.'s favor
ite position in shooting, he took a de
liberate aim. Bang went the gun, away
sped the bullet and down fell two ani
mals in fact, three the bear, the elk
and Mr. 8. himself. The bullet had
cut the backbone of the bear com
pletely in two, and passing through
liad lodged in the heart of the elk, and
the extraordinary task to which the
rilie had been subjected produced such
a violent recoil that the hunter him
self was stretched flat upon the ground.
Recovering himself speedily, Mr. S.
advanced upon the prey, hunting-knife
in hand, but life was extinct in both
animals. The little cubs on hearing
the report of the gun fled, but being
only a few weeks old were speedily
captured, tied in bags and fastened on,
the back of the horse, ' '