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It was noon by the bud ; we had finished our game And wag pasKlii' remarks goln' back to our claim ; Jones was eouutiu' bis chips, Smith relievln' bis mind Of Ideas that a " straight " should bet " three of a kind," Whon Johnson, of Klko, came gallopin' down, With a look on Iih face 'twiit a gria tnd a frown, And ho calls "Drop your shovels, and face right about For them Chinoso from Murphy's are oloarln' us out With their ching a ring chow, And thoir chio oolorow, Thuy re bent upon making No slouch of a row," Then Jonos my own pardner looks up with a sigh, "It's your waxh bill," ses he, and I answers, You He !" But afore he could draw, or the others oould arm, Up tumbles the Raton' boys who heard the alarm. And a yell from the bill top, and roar of a gong, Mixed up with remarks like " Hi 1 yl ! Chang-a-wong I" And bombs, sholls and crackers that orashed through the trees Itevealed iu their war-togs four hundred Chi nees I Four hundred, Chinee ! We are eight, don't you see V That mado a square fifty To Just one o' we. ' They were dressed In their beat, bat I grieve that that aame Was largely made up of our owu, to their shame. And my parlner's boat shirt and his troupers wire hung Ou a spear, and above him were tauntingly swuug While th it bsgjsr Chey Loe, like a oonjurei sat. Fulliu' out egs and chickens from Johnson' best hat ; And Bites' game rooster was p rt of theii lo .t," And all of Smith's vigs were1 skyugled to boot But the olimax was reached and I liked to havt died Whon my demijohn, empty, cume dowu the hillside Dowu the hillside 1 What onoe hel I the pride Of ltibertaou cou ty, Fitche 1 dowu the hillside ! Tbenweuxod for a parley, Wheu out of the din To the front comes a-;ockinj that hea'hen, Ah Siu 1 " You owe flowtj dolloe nie whee you camp, You catchee my wjnhee-iue catoheeno stamp; One dollar hap-dozon, me uocatchee yet. Now that flowty dollee uo hab 'I how can get ? Me a&tchce you piggce -me scllee for cash, It catchee me lioee you oatohue uo " hash;" Me belly good sholiff we lebbee when oan, Me alloe same halp pin as Melican man !' But Melican man He washee him pan ' On bottom side hillee, And catchee how eau ?" " Are we men?" says Joe Johnson, "aud list to thin Jaw Without process of warrant, or color of law ? Are we men or a-chew !" here be gasped iu hi speech For a stiuk-pot had fallen just cut of bis reach "Shall we stand here, as idle, and let Asia pour Hor barbario hqrdos on this civilized shore? Has the White Man no country? Are we left iu the lurch? And likewise what's gone of the Established Church? Ono mau to four hundred is great odds, I own, But this yer's a White Mau I plays it aloi e " Acd he bfrung up the hill-side to stop him uone dare Till a yell from the top told a " White Man - was there ! ' A White Man was there ! We prayed he nrght spare Those misguided Heathens The few clothes they wear. They fled, and he followed, but no matter where They Add to escape bini, the " White Mau was there" 'Till we missed first his voice ou the piue-wood-ed slope, And we knew for the Heathen henoeforth was mo hope, Aud the yells) they grew fainter when Peterson rfl said Jt simply was human to bury his dead." And then with slow tread We crept up in dread, But found nary mortal there Living or dead. But there was his trail, and the way that they came, 'And yonder, no doubt, he was bagging his game, When Jones drops his piok-axe, and Thompson says "Shoo!" And both of 'em points to a cage of bamboo, UauL'inc; down from a tree with a label that swung Conspicuous with letters in some foreigu tongue. Which, when freely translated, the same did appear Was the Chinese for sayioi;: " A White Man is here 1" Aud as we drew near lu aiiyer aud fear lJouud baud aud foot, Johnson l.ovkud dowu with a leer ! In his mouth was an opium pipe which was why He leered at us so with a drunken-bke eye 1 They had shaved off his eyebrows, and tacked on a cue, They had painted his face of a coppery hue, And rigged him all up in a hoathenish suit, Then softly departed, each man with his "loot." Yes, every galoot, And Ah Bin, to boot, Had left him there hanging - Like ripening fruit. At a mass meeting hela up at Murphy's next day, There were seventeen speakers, and each had his say ; There were twelve resolutions, that instantly passod, And each resolution was worse than the last; 1 here were fourteen petitions which, grant ing the same. Will determine what Governor Murphy's shall name. Aud the man from our dis' riot that goes up next year, Ooes up on one issue that's patent and clear; " Can the work of a mean, Degraded, unclean, Believer in Buddha Be held as a lien?'' Bret Ilarte, in Wilket' Spirit of the Timet. A St. Valentine Experiment. It was the eve of Saint Valentine's day. Two girls were sitting before a bright open tire in the oozy sitting room of an old-fashioned house amongst the New Hampshire hills. It was about twenty years ago, when open fires were more in vogue than now. The warm glow glinted and glimmered upon the walls and - furniture and touched the formB and faces of the girls with a ten ter, pjetio grace. "Nowe our chance to have a ueeo into, futurity." said Grace Elmore, the younger and gayer of the two. " II we walk down cellar back wards with a looking glass at the witch ing hour of midnight, we shall see our future " " I shouldn't dare to try the experi ment," said Irene .Beresford. I've heard of persons seeing their coffins in stead ox a true lover. Poor May Uay lord tried it last year, and though she wouldn't mention what she saw, she told me before she died that she could never think of that nigl t without a BhuddeV " Nonsense I how superstitious you are 1" said the more practical Grace. How can you believe such things. Now, I haven't the least idea either lover or coftin would appear. If I should try the experiment, I should only do it for a lark." "Call it superstition, or what you like," returned Irene, "I know that many tine, high-wrought, aud yet pow erful natures, are strongly controlled by such notions, lou know we have high authority for the assertion that ' there are stranger things iu earth and heaven than is dreamt of in our philosophy.' I do not believe in supernatural influ ences, subject to laws whose workings we do not understand, but which are none the less real. Now, I'm just sen sitive enough cowardly, if you like to prefer doing almost anything dis agreeable to the ordeal of walking down cellar alone at that hour." . " Well, there's no need of our discuss ing this subject before Paul in such a gloomy manner," said Grace, hastily. "He s low-spirited enougu now, aren ( you, l'aui t getting up ana crossing tne room to the side of l'aui, wno was re clining upon a low lounge that sat iu a recess. I guess you werent noticing what we were saying," she oontiued, as he did not speak. " Come, coz," pat ting him ou the cheek, "cheer up, aud let us, have some fun ou the eve of dear old Saint Valentine. " " I did hear what vou were talking about," he said, quietly, " and I agree with Irene. I believe O yes. of course you believe any thing that's dismal, and hateful, and disagreeable. tkme, Irene, neip me wheel him around out of these shadows; he'll never move unless we do, and Bee if this bright firelight won't dispel these dismal ideas." Irene lent a hand, though the occu pant protested, and the lounge was placed before the rosy firelight. Then Mary, the housekeeper brought in ap ples and nuts and cuter, and tne gins ate and drank and laughed and joked with intent to cheer up their invalid cousin, who was in a decline, some said, and others that he was only low-spirited. Paul Wentworth was a dreamy, imag inative youth of nineteen, whose sensi tive temperament had acquired a morbid tint from the misplaced kindness of an indulgent mother. Believing him too delicate for the rough-and-tumble play of ordinary boyhood, she had treated him like a hot-house plant, which had further strengthened this tendency. She had died suddenly a few weeks before the opening of our story, and the shock had thrown him into a state of hopeless despondency. His two cousins from a neighboring town were spending a few days at the farm-house, trying to cheer up his spirits, but all their efforts were in vain. As he sat before a oozy fire in his sleep ing room after the girls had retired, his unnaturally bright eyes and the vivid dush on his cheek seemed good evidences of the truth of his friends' fears, that consumption was doing its work. The subject on which the girls had been speaking in the first of the evening had a strange fascination for him, and he was resolved to try the experiment of which thy had spoken. Not that he really believed that there was any truth in the matter, only he felt a strange longing which was quite consistent with such a nature as .his to experiment in something which had a suggestion of the supernatural. He had no fear of death, indeed he had a sort of morbid longing for it; so if he saw his coffin, he felt thu; it would not UDnerve him. The thought kept him hopeful, and he sat in a low chair before the fire glancing occasional ly at the clock until the handspointed to five minutes before twelve. His room opened on the sitting roorf He took a small looking glass that hu the wall and a lamp, and passed thiwjh the sit ting room to the kitchen. The house was still as death. All the inmates ex cept himself were sleeping in the cham bers, ti He heard the clock strike the mystical midnight hour, as he opened the cellar door, which creaked noisily. He descended the steps slowly, for walk ing backwards down stairs is a slightly difficult performance. He trembled so violently by this time with excitement that he could scarcely hold the light. As his feet touched the bottom, the cellar became illuminated with a weird light distinct from that shed by his lamp, and he seemed for a moment to lose his own identity, as in the glass, from which he never took his charmed gaze, he beheld looking over his shoulder the fair face framed in golden curls of his cousin Irene I It is doubtful if his coffin would have startled him half so much as this unexpected apparitioD. He was paraly zed for a moment. Then the vision glided away as noiselessly as it came; and, without stopping to investigate, he reasoended the stairs as hastily as his trembling limbs would allow, and the cellar door closed with a bang. The sound acting on his overwrought nerves caused him to drop the looking glass, and it fell on the kitchen floor with a loud crash and was shivered to atoms. He hurried into his room, undressed and crept into bed. He lay a long time iu a dazed, bewildered state, for thoughts of a lady love had never before entered his head, and when at last he slept his dreams were of his fair-faced cousin who had showed herself to him in such a weird, mystical manner. Next morning when Mary entered the kitchen she was startled by the sight of the shattered looking-glass on the floor. With considerable superstition about such mishaps, she gathered up the fragments in an awed sort of way, and saw that it was the one that had hung in Paul's room ! She considered it as a mysterious omeu of ill to him, but checked herself from asking ,him about it, as she feared the effect on his nerves. She confided the matter to the girls as soon as possible in an awed whisper. "I guess it's easily enough explain ed," said Grace, in a light tone. " Let's ask Paul about it. I-shouldn't wonder if ho did it himself." " O, no; you musu't mention it," said the excited woman. "If he did, it's all the worse for him ; but I wouldn't have him questioned on the matter it would only excite him. Poor dear ! he won't be long after his mother." Irene regarded the circumstance as singular, but said little, and Grace kept her secret for the time resolved to see the end before she revealed it. But whether or not a broken looking glass is ever an omen of ill, it was not so in this case. The sudden shock to his nerves reacted with a beneficial effect upon bis whole system. From tnat night his health improved rapidly. He ceased to brood morbidly over the memory of his mother. His counte nance lost its absent, dreamyjexpression, and his actions betokened the workings of a hitherto latent energy. He never mentioned the glass, for he would rather have died than revealed what he had seen to the girls, and he was too in genuous to tell the story wih any false varnishing ; but he wondered secretly why Mary had never spoken of it. He commenced to manifest a bashful re serve towards Irene, which she did not know how to interpret, lie bad im prove! so much, Grace said, through their influence, that they returned home with a promise from him of a speedy visit. When he clasped Irene's hand iu the good-bye, a strange thrill shot through hisframe, for he felt convinced that some time in the future she was to be his wife. "Leave the farm iu charge of John and Mary and go West with me." Paul's eyes kindled with a new ani mation. " I'm sure, uncle, I'm willing to do anything you think best. I feel as if I had only just begun to live." "Well, you'll have enough to do out there to make a man of you. Three or four years of brisk, active life will change you so your friends won't know you. Your mother was my only and dear sister " here his voice faltered a little. " Perhaps she petted you more than was good for you; but she meant all right. I said when I started for New Hamp shire: 'If Rachel's boy needs a helping hand, 1 11 give it to him Uo the farm was left in cure of thel faithful mau and womim who had .been with Mrs. Wentworth ever since her hus band's death, and Paul aocompunied his uncle to his western home, where he vis doing a thriving business. The change of scene and active employment acted like an elixir. At the eud of four years the tall, slender stripling developed into a strong, broad-shouldered, full-chested young man, with only the dark, hand some eyes aud broad, white brow re maining to identify the Paul Wentworth of yore. All this time he had cherished the memory of Irene. They had kept up a correspondent) in u eousiuly fashion, but no word of love had bei-n spoken. They exchanged pictures. Her face was the same mild, 'ovely one lie remembered ttetiug four years ho in the glass on that well-remembered night, but his was so changed, and for the bet ter, that with a cry of delight she hastened to show it to Grace, now a wife of one year. " Would you have thought he would have grown so strong-looking and hand some, Grace ?" " Yes, I should, as soon as he got out of leading strings. I never believed he was in a decline any more than I was." " He's coming home to visit us," said Irene, with the least little flush on her fair cheek. " He says he has sent thiB picture as a forerunner." " I shouldn't wonder if you fell in love with him when he oomes," Bud Grace, mischievously. " You're half in love with that picture now, and I oould see that he liked you before he went away. He must be intended for you, for you ve given all your beaux the mitten, which I guess you must be doing to leave the coast clear for him." " I have loved you, Irene, ever since you end Grace visited me at the old farm, after mother's death." "I liked and pitied yon then," said Irene, "but I never thought of love, at least I don't think I did." " I don't know as I should, indeed I don't think I should, have been living now only for a violent shock I reoeived while you were there." "What was it?" questioned Irene, eagerly. "Do you remember a talk you aud Grace had on Valentine eve about trying experiments to find out who was your true lover ?" " I think I do about walking dowu cellar at dead of night with a looking glass. We were sitting by the firelight. Yes, that evening is distinct iu my memory." "Well, you know how morbid and fanciful I was, I thought it over after you went to bed, and at midnight took a lamp and glass aud went down cellar. I expected to see my coffin. What d you think I saw instead ?" "What?" asked Irene, breathlessly. "Your face looked over my shoulder in the glass. It was so unexpected that it frightened me so I had just strength enough left to get back to my room. "Why, that was singular, Paul " said Irene, with her blue eyes fixed on his handsome faee. "Of course I was in bed asleep. It seems foolish to attribute such things to any cause but our own imaginations, aud yet a belief iu the supernatural clings to me, though Grace is always langhing at me about it. " " Jnst iu time to explain that mys terious supernatural, affair," said the lovely Grace, walking in upon them through the folding doors of the potior. "I've just been an unintentional list ner to your thrilling account of your mid night exploit four years ago." " Why, what do you know about it ?" both asked. " You saw your lovely cousin's face in the glass and thought it was her spirit which y our influence had called away from her body," said Grace in a tone of playful banter. "Well, I'm sorry to spoil your spiritual theories, but the truth is, Irene was in the habit of walk in her sleep occasionally, and on that night she chose the cellar as the scene of her pedestrian feat." "Why, Grace, you never told me that," said Irene in a surprised tone. "You said I was in the sitting-room, but I never dreamed " " I did not intend you should," inter rupted Grace. " I knew it would fright en you half to death, it was such a large, caveruous, horribly suggestive old cel lar, and you were always so afraid of doing something dreadful in your walking fits. I woke and missed you. I concluded you were at your usual tricks. I couldn't find the lamp, so sup posed you had taken it to light your pnth. I stole down stairs softly. What was my surprise when I opened the, chamber door into the kitchen to see our invalid cousin hurrying from the direc tion of the cellar door like one pursued. He dropped the glass in his haste, which Mary found the next morning and told us about iu a stage whisper. As soon as he went out of sight I opened the cel lar door. Yon, Irene, were just ascend ing the steps serenely with the lamp in your hand. I did not speak, but made way for you aud you passed up stuirs. I followed. I supposed that Paul had seen you and been half frightened to death, butwhcn he began to improve so fast it seemed that his fright had operated beneficially." "Well," said Irene, "to think you never told me of this before !" "I bided my time. Don't you ever say, Paul, that a womau caunot keep a secret. I always thought you were made for each other. When you began to correspond I knew pretty well how it would end." Then the comical aspect of the affair presented itself to the fertile fancy of Grace, aud she laughed hearti ly. The others joined her, too happy, to feel anything but amused over it. " Then it seems, Irene, that the pleas- au IM'6 fancy of mine which I have cherished so long has been rudely swept away by this terribly matter-of-fact cousin of ours," said Paul. "Yes," said she, "and I feel sort of sorry. "1 ni glad the illusion lasted till now. It doesn't alter the fact that we were made for each other, "said Paul, drawing her fondly toward him and kissing her. "That night I began to live, and you were the unconscious instrument of my salvation.'' 'So these were wed, '' Aud merrily rang the bells." It it' confidently believed that every mod'-ru hackmanwas in the cavalry dur ing the war, and hence his audacity in cluugiug. FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. Farm Nates. The best way to protect the bark of trees from mice, rabbits or farm stock, it to tie a small bundle of dead branches around the part to be protected. Care of the orchard, whether young qr old, will require good fences and gates to keep out intruders of all kinds. A stray ox or horse may cause serious dam age in n young orchard. The constituents of soot are those once forming fertilizing material of the soil. They are valuable, whether of coal or wood, and contain charcoal, ammonia, compounds, muriatio acid, lime, mag nesia and other substances. A nest-egg, capable of deceiving the most knowing hen is made, the Scien tific American says, by removing the contents of an egg through a break iu the end, say three-eighths of an inch in diameter, and filling with, powdered slaked lime, tamped as closely as possi ble, and sealed with plaster of Paris. The Gardener's Monthly well re marks: 'Some people say that land which will raise good corn will grow good fruit trees, which is all right; but they should add that, like corn, they require regular and continuous manur ing." To which we would add, that, like corn, they require thorough cultiva tion of the soil, especially during their younger years, and many farmers would even regard a clean, mellow soil instead of a grass sod iu their corn-fields, as more important than manure. Country Gentleman. Fowls drink water frtSely, but they know just how much they need, and when they have access to the fluid clean, sweet aud fresh, they imbibe uo more than is good for them. It is, therefore, unnecessary to mix your dough too thin aud sloppy at the morning feeding. Have the meal well scalded, aud feed the mixture to the stock stiff and dry, oom Daratively. This feed should generally be composed of both corn and rye meal, with vegetables say one-third each.- In our own practice we have found this preferable, both for the birds and as an economical provision for the old or the growing stock. A little pepper occasion ally in this dough, and always salt, will improve the mess. t'nlllvatlaa f Horae-KadUh. Any kind of soil will suit horse-radish, providing it is cool and moist. A low, moist, sandy soil, well enriched with cow yard manure, is the best. In place of barnyard manure, Peruvian guano, or a mixture of finely-ground raw bone dust and nnleached ashes may be used with benefit ; 500 to 800 pounds per acre of either of the above fertilizers, or twenty tons of manure will be sufficient. Unleached ashes are excellent, but need help ; a strong ammoniacal fertilizer is needed as well as potash. The best mode of cultivation is to plant root-cuttings about one quarter inch in diameter and three to six iuches long, in rows two feet apart, and sixteen inches apart in the row. The cuttings are made from the smaller roots, and as they are made the tops should be cut square and the bottoms slanting,' so that in planting they may not be put bottom upward. They are to be set three inches below the surface. This crop is not grown from seed ; by planting slips in May the fall crop may be harvested in December. About 12,000 roots are grown per acre, and good roots will weigh three-quarters of a pound, giving 10,000 pounds per acre, when the cultivation is the best possible. The roots are dug as late as possible, trimmed and put away in pits, and covered with soil just as potatoes or turnips are kept over. Haw la Itlaaase FjwIn. The Butter, Vheeae and Eyy Reporter tells of a Mr. Beutou, who keeps eleven different kinds of fowls, and is very successful iu their management. Mr. Bentou found weak lye and wood ashes an effectual remedy for the canker. The doctors recommend chlorate of potash. Ashes are also excellent for the hens to wallow in, and he keeps a box in each coop for that purpose. This effectually keeps off lice. ' The flour of sulphur sprinkled in the nest of setting hens is excellent. Mr. Benton's principal feed is Indian corn, which is kept constantly in reach of his hens by means of boxes in the partitions, one serving for two coops. Water in a dish set under a nail keg, with a hole cut iu the side, serves for watering. The nests are in a long box along the ends of the coops; the heus enter through holes aud are then iu comparative darkness. Lids on the outside give access to the nests. Mr. Bentou thinks Indian corn the best grain for heus, because of its heating nature. In addition, he feeds scraps from the table, butcher's refuse, and greeu Btuff. Corn aud fat will at once set hens to laying. IVeaelabla Ctreea far Plektas. The Boston Journal of Chemittry gives particulars of a process recently patented in Franco and England for supplying a green color, extracted from vegetables, which is to be used for col oring pickles. To procure , this extract, leaves of spiuach, sorrel, or similar plants, are scalded in hot water, chopped into a mass, and then boiled in a solu tion of caiibtio so la till dissolved, uu cooling, a green cake is deposited, which is to be dissolved witn tut) pliospuaie oi potassalor ammonia,and reduced to the reouired strength by adding water. In the liquid thus obtained, when it is heated to boiliug point, ten or fifteen mioutes' immersion will give to pickles a fine aud permanent green. As the color consists of the chlorophyll of plants, it is quite harmless; which eau not vet be oertaiulv said of the salts o ooDDer. althousrb French experimenters have recently found them less poisonous thau had hitherto been supposed. Life. Life is a rose, brier-burdened, yet sweet Blooming a day, Flinging its perfume like perfume to meet Wind blown away. . Leaf after leaf spreads its blush to the kir, Kissed by the sun. Deeper-hued grewing as Joy makes it fair Love's guerdon won. Leaf after leaf shrinks up from the heart Leaving it bare ; Color aud fragrance and joy all depart None left to caro. Kay, tbe Divine in it lingers there still ; God's care in all. Rose-leaves but drop at the beck of His will Fetters which thrall. Up from its trammels the freed spirit wings. Higher to soar ; Attar immortal, a pure essence flings Sweet evermore ! Items of Interest. The first thing in a boot is the last. Chicago papers say that no man's life is safe iu that city. Stanley's African name is " The Lit tle Man with Much Face." There are 8,119 newspapers in the United States, of which 749 are daily. The deaths from scarlet fever in New York city during 1877 numbered 3,482. The Japanese army department is about to erect a large manufactory of rifles. Five thousand pounds of artificial butter are manufactured daily iu Pitts burg, Pa. A Bilk worm consumes, within thirty days, GO, 000 times its own weight of mulberry leaves. What is the difference between a hill and a pill ? One is hard to get up and the other is hard to get down. Deaths of rich men all remind us We can make a lively time, Leaving all our heirs behind us, Quarreling like hungry swine. At Tracy City, Tena,, recently, John iVLBLiigUB, n un&eir, uiuncu uiludvu up iu his own oven and was baked to death cremated to a cmder. The Peace Dale (R. I.) Manufacturing Company is to introduce the co-operative system ou the 1st of February, and will thereafter divide the surplus profits among its workmen. Samuel Bowles usud to say there was a sixth sense the " newspaper sense." There is also a seventh sense non sense. This paragraph is a specimen of it. Norrietoum Herald. " Says the Cincinnati Breakfast Table : Gieek is the language for poetry, French for love and Italian for hand organ melody, but a man with a shirt cellar that don't fit is the same helpless being in all. Three hundred meu witnessed a fight between ten dogs and a bear in Sharps burg, Ky. The battle lasted two hours aud a half, and then was drawn, for the bnar nttnnked a horse, and there was a stampede of the spectators. It is a curious fact, that, m the first territorial legislature of Alabama, the upper branch of that body, or tne Senate, was composed or one memoer. James Titus sat alone in the chamber, and decided upon the nets of the lower house. TTi t wliorA rli.l vim cut them trou- - " - j o aafal" nelrail an Triulimnn of a man who happened to be passing with a pair of re markably snort trousers on. x k" them where they grew," was the indig nant reply. " Then, be me conscience, says Paddy, "you ve puueamem a year to soon !" " And where was the man stabbed?" asLed an excited lawyer of a physician. "The man was stabbed about an men mi.i a lmlf in tbfl left of the medial line, and about en inch above the um bilicus," was the reply, -uu, yes, a understand now : but I thought it was near the town halL" "Young men," said an old college president to a coterie of dissipated uu.l.infa all thuHA Arranges of VOlir youth are drafts upon your age, begin ning to mature auout uuriy yeur ,iot nn.i vMiHiiiiinc uress and draw heavily ou your bodily resources all the resume oi your nves. l.i iitnl affair recentlv took place at Springsboro, Ohio, during the progress , of a ball. A stalwart young farmer named Hoover, who had previously been all hia nH(u'uttH ill trials of strength, was made intoxicated and attacked by the entire maie poruuu u the company, who beat him so terribly that he was not expected to recover. Aftor performing this feat tuey drew him into another room and the dance si.i .a irnmeii beiuc refiuLrcd to loop up their dresses to keep them from l - . i ;ai ir l.l.l from being soiled wuu iiouver a uiwu, wliioli am mi red tlie noor ' Old Bill," the roau battle-horse of Major General W. P. Tibbits, of the second New York cavalry, has just died t II,i'..k PoIIj fa nil nrobahlv the Mb uuuwa . t. ..u. - - " , only horse that served tlirough the whole war and wound up ma campaiK" w -visit on duty to the plains. He was a great pet of the men of the Gnswold cavalry aud an animal oi peumi In camp or on the march he was slug gish, would not allow a pistol to be fired from his back, aud u turuou Hod the efforts oi a wnoio xuuauj catch him, but once 'under fire h obeyed the slightest touch of the , would jump auyiuuiK, v"-1- UVJ pistol-firiug from his back, and cci,! I turned loose with the certainty V would not stray away. In 1! ' odd eugageme" r)W " wounded i'V'' P ' '-
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