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WILD BILL ! STORY.
It WM in '6l when I guided a detach
ment of cavalry who were com in' in from
Camp Floyd. We had nearly reached the
Kansas line, and were in South Nebraska,
when one afternoon I went out of camp to
fo to the cabin of an old friend of mine, a
frs. Waltman. I took only one of my re
volvers with me, for although the war had
broken out I didn't think it necessary to
carry both my pistols and in full or'narv
scrimmages, one is better than a dozen, if
you shoot straight. I saw some wild tur
keys on the road as I was was goin' down,
and popped one of 'em over, thinking he'd
be ju6t the thing for sapper.
"Well, 1 rode up to Mrs. Waltman's,
jumped off my horse, and went into the
cabin, which is like most of the cabins on
tt e prarer, with only one room, and that
had two doors, one opening in front and
t'other on a yard, like.
"How are you Mrs. Walftnan ?" I said,
feeling as jolly as you please.
The moment she saw me she turned as
white as a sheet and screamed : "Is that
you, Bill f Oh, my God ! they will kill
you ! Run ! run ! They will kill yon !
"Who's a goin' to kill me ? said I. —
"There's two that can play at that game."
"It's M'Kandlas and his gang. There's
ten of them, and you've no chance.—
They've just gone down the road to the
corn-rack. Tbey came up here only five
minutes ago. M'Kandlas was dragiu'
poor Parson Shipley on the ground, with a
lariat round his neck. The preacher was
most dead with choaking, and the horses
stamping ou him. M Kaudlas knows yer
bringii? in that party of Yankee Cavalry,
and he swears he'll cut ycr heart out. —
Run, Bill, run ! But it's too late ; they're
coming up the lane,"
While she was talkin, I remembered I
bad but one revolver, and a load gone oat
of that. On the table there was a horn of
powder and some little bars of lead, I
ponred some powder into the empty cham
ber and ramed the lead after it by ham
mering the barrel on the table, and had
just capped the pistol when I heard M'Kan
dlas shout:
"There's that d ■ d Yank, Wild Bill's
horse; he's here, and we'll skin him
alive !"
If I had thought of running before,it was
too late now, and the house was my best
holt —a sort of fortress, like. I never tho't
1 should leave that room alive.
The scout stopped in his story, rose from
his seat, and strode back and forward in a
state of great excitement.
"I tell you what it U Kernel," be resum
ed,after awlule, "I don't mind a scrimmage
with these fellers round here. Shoot one
or two of them and the rest run away.—
But all of M'Kandlas'# gang were reck'ess,
bloodthirsty devi's, who Mjould fight as
long as they had strength to pull a trigger.
1 have been in tight places, but that's one
of the few times I said my prayers."
"Surround the liou*e and give him no
quarter! yelled M'Kandlas. When I heard
that I felt as quiet aud cool as if I were
goin' to church. I looked round the room
and saw a Hawkins rifle hangin' over the
bed.
"Is that loaded !" said I to Mrs. Walt
man.
"Yes," the poor thing whispered. She
was so frightened she couldn't speak out
loud.
"Are you sure," 6aid I, as I jumped to
the bed and caugbt it from its hooks. Al
though my eye did not leave the door, yet
I could see 9be nodded "Yes" again. I put
the revolver on the bed, and just then M'-
Kandlas poked his nose inside the door
way, but jumped- back when he saw me
with the rifle in my hand.
"Come in here you cowardly dog !" 1
shouted. "Coine in here and fight me !"
M'Kandlas was no coward, if he was a
bullv. He jumped inside the room with
his gun levelled to shoot; but he was not
quick euough. My rifle ball went through
his heart. He fell back outside the house,
where he was found afterward holding
tight to bis rifle, which had fallen over his
head.
His disappearance was followed by a
yell from his gang, and then there was a
dead silence. I pat down the rifle and
took the revolver, and I said to myself.—
"Only six shots and nine men to kill.—
Save your powder, Bill for the death-hug's
com in !"
"1 don't know why it was, Kernal ; con
tinued Bill, looking at me inquiringly, "but
at that moment things seemed clear and
sharp, I could think strong.
There was a few seconds of that awful
stillness, and then the ruffians came rush
ing in at both doors. How wild they
looked, with their rod, drunken faces and
inflamed eyes, shooting and cussing !
But I never aimed more deliberately in
my life.
O ne __two—three —four, and four mpn
fell dead.
That didn't stop the rest Two of them |
fired their bird-guns at me. And then I
felt a sting run all over me. Tbe room was
full of smoke. Two got in close to me,
their eye* glaring out of tbe clouds. One
1 knocked down with my fist. "You are
out of the way for awhile," I thought. The
second I shot dead. The other three
clutched me and crowded me into the bed.
I fought hard. I broke with my hand one
man's arm. He had hia fingers round my
throat. Before I could get to my feet I
was struck across tbe breast with tbe stock
of a rifle, and I telt the blood gushing out
of my nose and mouth. Then I got ugly'
and I remember that I got bold of a knife
and then it waa all cloudy like, and I WM
TO SPEAK. HIS THOUGHTS IS EVERY FREEMAN'S RIGHTS."—Thomas Jefferson.
TUNKHANNOCK, PA., WEDNESDAY, APR. 24, 1867.
wild, and I struck savage blows, following
the devils np from one side of the room to
the other,striking and slashing until I knew
every one was dead.
All of a sudden it seemed as if my heart
was on fire. I was bleeding everywhere,
I rushed out to the well and drank from
the bucket, and then tumbled down in a
faint.
Breathless with the intense interest with
which I had followed this strange story, all
the more thrilling and when its hero, seem
ing to live over again the bloody events
of that day, gave way to its terrible spirit
with wild, savage gestures. I saw then—
what my scrutiny of the morning had fail
ed to discover —the tiger which lay be
neath the gentle exterior.
"You must have been hurt almost to
death," I said.
" There were eleven buckshot in me. I
carry some of them now. I was cut in
thirteen places. All of them bad enough
to have let out the life of a man. But that
blessed old Dr. Mills pulled me safe thro'
it, after a bad siege of many a long week."
" That prayer of yours, Bill, may have
been more potent for your safety than you
think. You should thank God for your
deliverance."
To tell you the truth, Ke'rnel, respond
ed the scout, with a certain solemnity in his
grave face, " I don't like to talk about sich
things ter the people round here, but alers
feel sort of thankful when I get out of a
bad scrape."
A TALE FOR THE LITTLE FOLKS. —Once
upon a time there was a farmer who had a
very large farm. He had plowed and
planted and enriched his ground very care
fully, and for a time all went on well* —
But by and by his corn began to say, "I
want waterand so said the rye, and po
tatoes, and cabbage, and everything else.
The poor farmer did not know what to do.
He looked down at the ground, and it was
thoroughly baked and cracked. Ho look
ed up at the sky, and there stood the sun,
burning and burning. It looked just as
though it meant to burn until all his
grain and things were spoiled.
The poor farmer, I say, didn't know
what to do. Well, somehow or other—l
don't exactly kuow how—some of the lit
tle drops up in the sky found it out—
found out the trouble, and they went right
off, and held a consultation.
One said, "1 feel so sorry for that poor
man, he wants rain ; says he doesn't know
what to do."
Another said, "I should like to help
him."
"Yes," said another, "I should too; but
you see I'm very little, aud Ido not in
tend the least offense when I say, I think
we are all very little*"
Indeed the whole company took a very
gloomy view of things, and were just go
ing to give up, when, most opportunely,
a very wise raindrop came floating by, and
to him they carried their difficulty.
"Well," said he "I know I am little, and
ye are little ; but my advice is, that we
join together, and go and get others to
help us, and then to night—this very
night —we go and give that man a sur
prise party."
The proposition was received with much
applause, and that very night, when the
farmer was fast asleep, millions of rain
drops left their cloud ho.ne, and came
pouring down on those thirsty fields, till
the corn said, "Enough, thank you and
the wheat said, " Enough, thank yon and
so said the rye, and potatoes, and cabbage,
and everything else.
When the farmer To6e in the morning
and looked over his broad farm, now so
fresh and green, he said he didn't know
how to be glad enough for the help of those
little raindrops, aad that he was sure even
his kindest neighbor could not have sur
prised him so agreeably.
Now, it seems to me that the words and
actions of little folks are somewhat like the
raindrops. They all go to make tip your
life. They all go to make others happy
or unhappy, to do good or do evil. And
this, too, although they may not be a single
thing that the world calls great. As to
your thoughts, the Bible says, "As a man
thinketh in his heart, so is he."
So be sure, my dear children, to take
tare of each little word, and each little ac
tion. And let us ask God to help us.
■ •
A tall western girl, named Short, long
loved a certain big Mr. Little, while Little,
little thinking of Short, loved a little lass
named Long. To make a long story short,
Little proposed to long, and Short longed
to be even with Little's shortcoming; so
Short meeting Long, threatened to marry
Little before Long. Query—did tall Short
love big Little less, because Little loved
Long ? Dubious, but one tbiog is certain.
Short "wanted but Little here below," and
Little "wanted that little Long."
A young lady recently gave a lecture,
in which she said :
" Get married, young men, and be quick
about it too. Don't wait for the milenni
nm, hoping the girls may turn to angels
before you trnst yoarsclf with one of them.
A pretty thing yon'd be alongside an an
gel, wouldn't yon—you brute ? Don't
wait another day, but right now—this very
night ask some nice, industrious girl to go
into partnership with you, to clear your
pathway of thorns, and plant it with flow
ers." • >
How does the hair dresser end his days)
He curls up and dyes.
CORY O'LANUg'JOPINION OF WOMEN
Woman wants something to do.
She don't seek a husband for selfish mo
tives.
Not at all.
She knows that a man is a helpless ani
mal and she wants to lake care of him.
And bless her, she does take better care
of ua than we often do of ourselves. She
is our first, last and be6t solace.
What shoutd we do without her ?
• Mrs. O'Lanus is now making me half a
dozen shirts, which suggested the reflec
tion that without woman *
creatures we should be.
Woman wants employment.
Taking care of us is her natural vocation.
When she hasn't a family to look after she
wants to look after the affairs of the nation,
to vote and run for Congress.
She must have excitement and if she
hasn't house cleaning she wants to set the
country to rights.
It wants setting to rights, and I don't
know but what a convention of sensible old
ladies might be able to do it
I believe in giving our white sister a
cbance as well as our colored brother.
We might as well take all Qur relations
into political partnership while we are
about it, and make it a family affair.
Mr. Stanton and I agree on this.
Woman notwithstanding her weakness
for waterfall, is to be trusted.
Bat I notice that storekeepers who trnst
her generally send their bills in to her hus
band.
This ought to be an insult to the sex,
and when women vote I hope they will
have spirit enough to resent it and make
it a misdemeanor punishable with the
confiscation of the debt
A COOL FARMER.— We have seen and
beard of cool proceedings ere this, but the
conduct of the Vermont agriculturist was
positively "iced." He once sold a load of
bay to his neighbor, who, contrary to his
expectations, after seeing it weighed, stay
ed to see it unloaded. But a few fork-fulls
were off, when a bouncing rock rolled
fiom off the load; then another, and then
a third, came bang upon the floor.
"What's this?" queried the buyer in a
lqpd voice.
"Most all herd-grass this year," replied
the deaf man.
"But, see here," continued the other,
pointing to the boulders which lay arrayed
in judgment against the dishonest hay
man, "what does all this mean ?"
'•Shan't cut nigh so much hay this year
as I did last," replied the dealer in herd
grass.
Just as he had finished the last sentence,
down thundered a rousing chunk of gran
ite, making a deep indentation in the barn
floor with one of its sharp angles.
"I say, neiglibor N." screamed the pur
chaser of granite, "I want to know what
these BTC ?" pointing to the boulders, and
the big lump of granite.
Old N. took up a mighty forkful of herd
grass, gave it a toss into the hay-loft, then
leaning upon his fork, ejecting his huge
quid of tobacco and re-placing it with a
fresh one, he took a view of the fragment
of a stone wall that lay before him, and
with one of the blandest smiles he replied
Theme Rocks?'
QHT A Paris correspondent guarantees
the following:
A Frenchman,"* prisoner in Edingburg
having managed to escape, took refuge in
the powder magazine. When the author
ities wished to seize him, they found him
sitting on a barrel of powder with a light
ed match, and threatening to blow up the
town. The authorities reflected prudently
and the result of their deliberation was
that it would be better to starve French
man out. But they reckoned without
their prisoner, who loved good cheer, and
was determined to live well. In conse
quence he called out that he would blow
the town to pieces if he did not get three
meals a day; he would write out the bill
of fare.
Swaney sucumbed, and the demands of
the prisoner went on increasing. Some
times he had a seranade under the win
dow ; then a review of the garrison, after
wards a sham fight in which the troops
representing the French army beat the
Highlanders. At last he exacted that ev
ery Sabbath morning, before breakfast, the
Lord Provost, in full uniform, should
make bis appearance and read an address.
This lasted until the allies entered Paris,
-■ -
A Lady was told by a traveling gen
tleman, that every lady who had a small
mouth was provided with a husband by
the government. "Itb it pothibul!" said
the lady, making her mouth a little as she
could. The gentleman added, "That if
she had a large mouth, she was provided
with two husbands." "My gracious!'' ex
claimed the lady, at the same time throw
ing her mouth open to its full extent.
The gentleman became alarmed, made his
escape, and has not been heard from since.
The most dangerous of flatteries is the
inferiority of what ii around us.
■■■ ■ •
Perfect integrity and a properly cooked
beefsteak are rare.
• '•** V ' '•
Neither false curls, false teeth, false
calves, nor even false eyes, are as bad as
false tongue*.
TOUMg, M OO FHR
THE MIND DEPENDENT on the BODY,
Great men have, as a role, had strong,
handsome, fine-fibred, enduring bodies.—
Napoleon was very strongly and handsotn
ly built, and had immense powers of work
ing and endoring fatigue. So had Wel
lington Humboldt all his long fife needed
only four hours a day sleep, Agisiz is a
man of prodigious physical strength.—
Caesar was of uncommon endurance and
athletic vigor. Charlemagne was of colos
sal stature and vast physical strength.—
Washington was an exceedingly strong
man. Henry Ward Beecher is remarka
bly powerful in his make, strong limbed,
deep chested, heavy, and at the same time
quick and active. Daniel Webster was
of massive physical proportions. Henry
Cla> had immense endurance. So had S.
S.JPrentiss, probably the most wonderful
orator the United States ever produced,
and who could travel, speak, talk, plead in
court and gamble over a faro table for
three or four days without sleeping at all
and look all fresh and bright when bo got
through, All great soldiers have bad
great strength and endurance :JSherman
and Grant and Thomas have it, Scott had
it. Of Wellington and • Napoleon and
Caesar I have spoken, Frederick the
Great bad it; and Marshal Saxe, the
strongest man of his day; and Charles XII
of Sweeden, and Gnstavus Adolphua.—
Great philosophers and great poets and
artists have not been so remarkable for
vast strength as for fineness of texture and
(in the case of the poets at least) for per
sonal beanty. Goethe was wonderfully
handsome and stately in persen. Shak
speare was a handsome man. was
singularly attractive in person. Byron,
though lame, had otherwise an extremely
fine tace and pcrsou. Tennyson is a man
of great strength and commanding and
handsome physique. Southey and Wads
worth were men of fine person. Keats
was handsome,' Raphael, Albert Durer,
Michael Angelo, Titian, Leonardo da Vin
ci, Rubens, Nandoke were all men of very
beautiful or of very stately personal ap-
of Health,
Never Give Up.
Many a premature death has occurred
in consequence of giving up. The sick
person becomes discouraged, thinks he is
going to die, and dies. Friends think they
have done all they could, death is inevita
ble, aud let disase take its course. There
can be no doubt but that in many such
cases hope still cherished; and the perse
vering use of means, might have saved
useful life.
So also is the struggles of active life.—
The first speech of Disraeli in the House
of Commous was a complete failure, his
speech it is said, bsing stifled in the deri
sive laughter of the House.—He thus
closed: "I shall sit down now, but the
time will come when you will hear rae. u
Numbers have sunk into insignificance un
der a less rebuff. Disraeli was made of
sterner stuff. Though it took him seven
years to recover from his disaster, he re
deemed his promise, aud on becoming
chancellor of the exchequer, clad in the
same garments he had worn at the time of
his renowned failure, delivered to a closely
assemblage the most brilliant and the
ablest budget that had been heard
since the days of William Pitt."
Everybody should feel that he is im
mortal, until hia work is done. "Try
again," is as good for the adult as for the
child. If convinced that our cause is
wrong, the sooner it is ronounced the bet
ter. Cease to do evil; but when contend
ing for the right, admit no defeat as final.
We learn at times more from a failure than
a success and turn it to better account.—
Such should ever be our aim. Use all
honorable means, rely on the ultimate tri
umph of right, persevere in the effort to
deserve success, and failure will never be
inscribed on your life-work. The irreso
lute and half-hearted have no good to ex
pect, for that wonld only be a premium on
imbecility.
FORTUNK TELLING. —One of oar ex
changes is responsible for the following
story relative to tnis popular and pernicious
vice: Not many evening since, it is record
ed that a sinner who has escaped hanging
for, lo! these many years, was in compa
ny with several ladies. The subject of
fortune-telling was introduced. Several
of the "angels" pleaded guilty to the soft
impeachment of having written to Mad
ame This and Madame That to furnish
them leaves in their future history. In
stances were mentioned of some very re
markable developements in a certain case
hereabouts. Old R was asked for
his opinion. He repled, "So far as lam
personally concerned, I know more about
myself than 1 wish to. 1 don't think any
good comes of these things I had a
triend who dressed himself iD lady's clothes
and called upon a celebrated prophetess.
He did not believe she would discover the
disguise, but be beard what made bim ex
ceedingly unhappy," Here the old repo
bate ceased. A lady who was much inter
ested asked, "What did she tell him 1"
"She told him he was to marry soon, and
become the mother of ten children."
Sliggins siw a note lying on the ground
but knew that it was counterfeit, and walk,
ed on without picking it up. He told
Smithers the story, when the latter said,
"Do you know, Sliggins, you have com
mitted a very grave offense ?" " Why,
what have I dene ?' "You have passed a
counterfeit bill, knowing it to be pueh,"
VOL. 6 NO. 37
LIT THB FOKOITIHQ FEAR.—A soldier*
whose regiment lay is a garrison lowa la
England, was brought before hit command*
iog officer for some offense. He was aa
old offender, and had beeu often punished.
"Here he is again," said the offioer, on his
name being mentioned; "everything—
dogging, disgrace, imprisonment—has boon
tried with bim."
Whereupon the sergeant stepped for
ward, and apologizing for the liberty he
took, said:
" There is one thing which has never
been done with him yet, sir."
" What is that, sir V * was the answer.
" Weil, sir," said tho sergeaut, "he has
never been forgiven."
"Forgiven !" exclaimed the Colonel, sur
prised at the suggestion. He reflected for
a few moments, ordered the culdrit to be
brought in, and asked him what he had to
say to the charge.
" Nothing, sir," was the reply; "only 1
am sorry for what I have done."
Taming a kind and pitiful look on tho
man, who expected nothing else than his
punishment would he increased with the
repetition of his offense,the Colonel address
ed hiin, saying, " Well, we have decided
to forgive you !"
The soldier was struck dumb with aston
ishment ; the tears started in his eyes, and
he wept like a child. He was humbled
to the dust; he thanked his officer and
retired; to be the old refractory, incorrigi
ble man ? No; he was another man from
that day forward. He who tslls the story
had him for years under his eye, and a bet
ter condncted man never wore the Queen's
colors. In him kindness bent one whom
barsbnessjconld not break; be was con
quered by mercy, and, forgiven, ever after
wards -feared to offend.
MO MOT HE*.
" Ske has DO mother
What a volume of sorrowful truth is com
prised in that single utterance—no moth
er ?
We must go down the hard, rough path
oflife, and be inured to care and sorrow
in their stoniest forms, before we can take
home to onr own experience the dreadful
reality—no mother—without a struggle
and a tear.
But when it is said of a frail yonng girl
just passing from childhood toward the
life of a woman, how sad is the story sum
med up in that one short sentence ?
Who now shall administer the needed
counsel I—who now shall check the way
ward fancies?—who shall bear with the
errors and failings of the motherless daugh
ter.
Deal gently with the child.
Let not the cup of her sorrow be ever
flowed by the harshness of your bearing,
or your unsympathizing coldness.
Is she heedless of her doing ? Is she
forgetful of her duty f Is she careleas in
her movement f
Remember, oh, remember, she has ntv
mother.
A WOMAN'S MASK.
What a mask the unhappy wife is fore
ed for prudence and self-respect to wear
over that poor tearbedewed face of hers 1
If she doss not wear it, and if she lets the
tears fall down in the sight of all, burning
ploughshares will npt be too hot i for her
feet to walk upon, and she must carry hva
coals from the world's altar, though they
scorch her trembling fingers to the bone.—
Fall of sympathy as the world is for her
sorrows if only delicately indicated—lifting
a corner of the veil daintily—it has neither
sympathy nor respect if broadly shown
and rang into its cars through a six-foot
speaking trumpet.
The mask of the ill-mated spouse, male
or temale, must be of peculiar manufacture
and most careful maaipulation; the kind
most usually adopted, because most gener
rallv approved of being one embodying a
gentle patience, a plaintive manner of mar
tyrdom —Saint Cecilia exhaling her soul
in monrnful music, Saint Sebastian lying
speechless under the cruel arrows piercing
bis heart.
Some one says to yonng men, don't
rely npon the name of your ancestors,—
Thousands have spent the prime of life in
the vain hope of receiving help from these
whom they call friends; and thousand#
have starred to death because they had a
rich father. Rely upon v the good nama
which is made by your own exertions
and know that better than the best friend
you have, is an unquestionable reputation
united with decision of character.
How often do we sigh for opportun
ities of doing good, whilst we neglect the
openings of Providence in little things I
Dr. Johnson nsed to say, M Ha whp waits
to do a great deal of good at once win nev
er do any. Good is done by degrees.—
However small in proportion the benefit
which follows individual attempts to do
good, a great deal may thus be accomplish,
ed by perseverance, even in the miast of
discouragements and
Rochester American.
Sublimity in humanity—the soul goee
highest when the body kneels lowest.
The lady whose peace of mind wee bitK
ken, intends to have it repaired.