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lay 21st., 1877.
For New York, at 4.20, 1.10 a.m. 8.67 and
7.53 p. m.
For Philadelphia, at 8.20, 8.10, 9.4B a.m. 2.00
and 8.57 p. m.
For Roadlng, at 6.20, 8.10, 9.45 a.m. 2.00
8.67 and 7.55 p. m. . . . .-
For Pottsvllla at 8.20, 8.10 a. m.. and 8.67 p.
in., and via Schuylkill and Susquehanna Branch
at 2.40 p. m.
For Auburn at 5.10 a. m.
For Allentown, at 5.20, 8.10 a. m., 2.00,
8.57 and 7. 56p. m. .
The 6.20, 8.10 a. m. 2.00 p.m. and 7.6B p. m.
trains have through carsfor New ork.
The 8.20, 8.10 a. m., and 2.00 p.m. trains have
through oar (or Philadelphia.
For New York, at 6.20 a. in.
Fiir Allentown and Way Stations at 6.20a.m.
For Heading, Philadelphia and W ay Stations at
1.45p. m.
Leave New York, at 8.45 a. m., 1.00, 6.30 and
7.4fp. in.
Leave Philadelphia, at 9.15 a. m. 8.40, and
7.20 p. m.
Leave Rending, at 4.40,7.40, 11.20 a. m. 1.80,8.18
and 10.8ft p. m.
Leave Potuvllle, at 8.10, 9.18 a. in. aud 4.3S
p. m.
And via Schuylkill and Susquehanua Branch at
8.15 a. in. ,
Leave Auburn nt 12 noon.
Leave Allentown, at 2.30, 5,50,8.56 A. in., 12.15
1.3ft and 0.05 p. In.
The 2.30 a. in. train from Allentown and the
4.40 a. ni. train from Reading do not run on Moo
Leave New York, at 8. so p. m.
Leave Philadelphia, at 7.20 p. in.
Leave Rending, at 4.40, 7.40 a. in. and 10.86 p. m.
Leave Allentown, 2.30 a. m. and 9.05 p. m.
Via Mollis and Kkwx Hull Itoad.
J. K. WOOTEN, oen. Manager.
0. G. Hancock, Geueral Ticket Agent.
Pennsylvania It. It. Time Table.
On and after Monday, June 2Mb., 1877, Pas
senger trains will run as follows:
Minilntown Ace. 7.82 a. m., dally except Sunday.
Johnstown Ex. 12.22 P. H., dally " Sunday
Mall 8.54 P. m., dally exceptsunday
Atlantic Express, 9.64p.m., flag, dally.
Way rasa. 9.08 A. M., dally,
Mall 2.43 p. m. dally exceptsunday.
Mlllllntown Acc. 6.55 P. M. dally except Sunday.
Pittsburgh Express, 11.67P. M., (King) dally, ex
cept Sunday.
Pacific Express, 8.17 a. m., dally (dag)
Trains are now run by Philadelphia time, which
is 13 minutes faster than Altoona time, aud 4 min
utes slower than New York time.
J.J. BARCLAY, Agent.
On and after Monday, June awn, 1877, trains
will leave Duncannon. as follows:
Minilntown Acc. dally except Sundayat 8.12. M.
Johnstown Ex. 12.53P. u., daily exoept Sunday.
Mall 7.30 p. M " "
Atlantic Express 10.20 p. H., dally (flag)
Way Passenger, 8.38 a. M., dally
Mall. 2.09 p. M, dallyexceptSunday.
Mlllllntown Acc. dallyexceptSunday at 6.16p.m.
Pittsburg Ex. dally except Sunday (Hag) U.S3p. m.
YVM. O. KlNG Agent.
J) F. QU1GLEY & CO.,
Would respectfully Inform the public that they
have opened a new
Saddlery Shop
In BloomHeld.'on Carlisle Street, two doors North
of the Fouudry, where they will manufacture
Saddles, Bridles, Collars,
and every thing usually kept In a nrst-olasa es
tablishment. Give us a call before golug else
where. s. FINE HARNESS a speciality.
REPAIRING done on short notice and at rea
sonable prices.
3- HIDES taken In exchange for work.
Bloomlteld, January 9, 1877.
Ohavco Nt iii'oli
Is perfectly PURE free from acids and other for
elgn substances that injure Linen.
Is STRONGER than any other requiring much
less quantity In using.
Is UNIFORM stiilens and finishes work always
t he same.
Kingsford's Oswego Cora Starfch .
Is the most ftellclous of all preparations tor
Puddings, Blanc-Mange, Cake, Etc.
Fee Reduced. Entire Cost $55.
Patent Ofltce Fee 8.15 In advance, balance 820
within 6 months after patent allowed. Advice
and examination free. Patents Hold.
19-3m Washington, D. C.
Sfl) AGENTS WANTED to canvass for a
Vyu GKnn prcTUKS, 22x28 Inches, entitled
"Thb Iu.uTBiTKD Lord's Fbayeh." Agents
are meeting with great success.
For particulars, address
H. M. CRIDER, Publisher,
48 T York, Pa.
The undersigned has removed his
Leather and Harness Store
from Front to High Street, near the Penn'a..
Freight Depot, where he will have on hand, and
will sell at '
Leather aad Harness f all kinds. Having good
workmen, and by buying at the lowest cash,
price. I fear no competition.
Market prices paid in oash for Bark. Hides and
Skins. Thankful for past favors, 1 solicit a con
tl nuance of the same.
P. a Blankets, Botes, and Shoe- findings made
Duncannon, Julyl9, 1876. tf
E STATU NOTICE.-Notlce is herebyglven,
that letters of administration on the estate
of John Kunkle late of Marysvllle Borough.Ferry
county Penn'a., deceased, have been in anted to
the undersigned residing in thenamc place.
All persons indebted to said estate are requested
to make Immediate payment and those having
c alms to present tlreiu duly authenticated lor set
Kt12.177. Administrator.
A Few Ideal on the 8ubect, got Together
with a Coane Harrow.
AB NEAH AS I cau crawl up to the
facta in the cane, Adam was the first
farmer. I have given this subject a large
pile of thought, but I cannot find any
L reliable person, who wants to give bonds
that he can name a man who tried to
earn a dollar by farming before Adam
struck in.
I coiiRidcr that Adam, I forget his
other name, started lu on his career un
der very favorable auspices. Adam had
his garden all planted and the things all
up before he rented it. All he had to do
was to just go right in and occupy.
lie had no competition. He could put
any price on his garden truck, and not
lie awake nights and worry because
somebody might undersell him. He
could charge twenty-five cents a box for
strawberries, and If his customers didn't
like it he could tip his hot over his car
and intimate that if they didn't like his
berries at that price they could refresh
their stomachs on dried apples.
He had to take no one's advice as to
how he should plant his stuff", or when
he should hoe It. If he wanted to plant
his dried pumpkins in the same hill
with his baked beans he did not have to
read through an agricultural paper, to
see what some editor who never saw a
farm had to say about it. His Tost Ofilee
box was not filled with circulars, adver
tising fertilizers and patent dresslngs,for
raising salad and mixed pickles.
Ah I Adam, if you were here now,and
had to take all the advice that the farmer
of to-day does, you would wish yourself
back in the garden of Eden putting in
your winter rye.
Then Adam had a splendid wife. It is
not Eve ry man that can get bucIi a
woman. I know there is a good deal of
fault found with Eve, but she certainly
was the best woman In the world when
Adam married her, and I shall stand up
for her as long as I have legs. Eve did
not have any great amount of clothes.
She didn't worry herself what she
should wear to church, or have to run
and fix herself up when she had callers.
I take It that theEden farm was run on
a military plan. At any rate, Adam had
a commissary connected with the farm,
for we read that the serpent was sutler
than any beast of the field, and the ac
count shows that he got a mortgage on
the farm, and foreclosed on Adam before
he had taken off his first crop. Butlers
have changed but little since the creation.
. Hut the farmers of to-day are different
creatures. They are really the only use
ful class of people we nave. Were it not
for the farmer, you and I would go to
bed lmngry before Saturday night, but If
I were put under a hydraulic cotton
press and all the farming qualities
squeezed out of me, there would not be
enough to raise one grain of mustard
seed. I would sooner be cut up into
railroad spikes and driven into oak ties,
than farm it, so little do I love the pur
suit. If it were left to me to earn my
living by farming, I don't think I could
raise sausage enough to keep me from
I honor the farmer, as I do the truth
fulness of George Washington, bnt I
should have lied the old man right out
of his boots about that cherry tree, if I
had been George. I freely confess that
I do not like farming any better than I
do caster oil. There is more hard work
to the acre in farming than In any occu
pation I know of, if we except the den
tist. There is a heap of hard work to
the acher in that business though the
work is chiefly to the acher rather than
to the dentist.
The farmer has an Inborn idea that
the sun will not rise unless he gets up
and personally superintends the Job.
When I was a Bmall boy I was told by
my good mother that the sun rose every
morning and I always believed her.
I never got up to see, for I always felt as
if it would look as if I deubted her word.
The kind of sunrise most common at
our home was when my mother , used "to
bring me out of bed by the hair. '
After the farmer is up he must cut up
some green wood for his wife to build
the fire with. A farmer's wife who had
kindlings and dry wood furnished for
her would consider that she had good
giound for a divorce. While the break
fast is being cooked the farmer hies to
tho barn to take care of and feed his cat
tle. Anybody who has ever taken hold
of a pitchfork handle when the ther
mometer was below zero never will out
live the remembrance of it. There may
be things colder, but I never touched
them. I took hold of a white oak pitch
fork handle over twenty years ago and
have never had the full use of my hand
After completing the chamber work
In the barn, the next thing is to water
the stock. Watering stock on Wall
street and watering it on a farm are two
different things. Pumping water up
through a leaky pump, when it seems
as if the first drop came from the centre
of the earth, is more cheering to speak
of than to do. Perhaps it is not a pump,
but an ley well-polo that you are culled
upon to embrace, and as It slips through
your Angers, and the cold drops of water
splash up your shirt sleeve, you begin to
wonder whether this really Is the bright
world that you always thought It was,
and whether you will be called upon to
draw water from a deep well with an ley
pole lu the other land beyond the skies.
It Is during the winter that the farmer
throws aside the drudgery and hard
Work of tho farm, and engages In the
sport of cutting and hauling out cord
wood. Next to making tatting, there Is
scarcely any labor more easily done than
breaking out a wood-road through snow
three feet deep, and then chopping down
trees, splitting and cutting them Into
cord wood, then hauling a load of It fif
teen miles to market, and then stand In
the street all ilny, and finally sell It for
$5 a cord, and take your pay in some
thing you don't want. When I think
of this easy way of earning a dollar I
have to hire a stout man to hold me
down Into a chair, In order to keep me
from plunging out and buying a wood
When spring fairly sets In, then It Is
that the farmer begins to realize that he
owns a farm, and that he Is a sturdy
yeoman. He starts out with his plough
to turn up the furrows in the glad earth.
How beautifully the poet sings about all
this, and how nice it sounds if the poet
ry is good 1 I think there is a charm
about a poetic He that does not exist in
For a delicate invalld,a course of treat
ment consisting of holding a plough for
fifteen hours a day, through a rocky
field, would be likely to make another
man of him in a short time. It might
possibly be a dead man, but still it would
be another man. I held a plough once
and helped to break up a piece of new
land. Through the kindness of friends
I was taken into a machine shop and re
built over as well as the machinist could
do the Job. I have never seemed to feel
exactly right since, but I don't suppose
I ought to blame the man. He said my
arms were both pulled out of the sock
ets and I was all stretched out of shape,
and he did as well as anybody could for
me. I shall not hold a plough again as
long as I hold my reason, and when that
leaks out of me It will not matter much
what I hold or what holds me.
When a farmer wants a little play, in
stead of putting out his croquet set, he
turns to and builds a piece of stone wall.
Building stone wall is more exciting
than playing billiards, for there is more
variety to it. Amateur billiards always
reminds me of the itch, there is bo much
scratch to it, but building stone wall is
diversified ; something to do all the
time, like catching fleas.
No one can realize the charm of dig
ging round a big rock, and getting a
chain under it, and twitching it onto a
drag, or of getting a crowbar under it ,
and lifting and straining on it, enough
to strain the whole Atlantic ocean, and
then of having the bar slip, and the
stone roll back, barking a shin, or other-,
wise bruising you, while you plunge for
ward with force enough to drive your
head into the ground. I say no one can
realize the charm of this, unless he has
sat on a fence, as I have, and seen it
The bug problem to the farmer is a
stupendous one. It amounts to more to
a small farmer than it does to the big
gest hotel proprietor in the country. A
good smart chambermaid, and a bottle
of douple B poison, will fix a bed so
that you can plant a man at 0 o'clock at
night and have to haul him out of Ikm 1
with a steam tug in the morning, he will
sleep so soundly.
The potato bug is a native of the West.
He originated in the canons of Colorado
and may be called an offshoot of that
section. - The State is rammed full and
loaded down with them. They formerly
lived on wild plants, but one of them
went up to Denver on a little pleasure
trip, and at the hotel there he had some
fried potatoes, and they struck him as
being about the best thing to quiet hun
ger he had ever lighted upon. He went
home and advised bis brethren to go
East, and they simply packed up a few
collars and a change of clothing and
started. The potato bug dawns on the
farmer very rapidly ; he sees his pota
toes nicely up, their green tops remind
lng himthat potatoes in the fall at a
dollar a bushel are better than a serpent's
tooth or a thanklegs child, and he goes
to bed dreaming of wealth pouring In
on him in furrows, and the next morn
ing he visits his field, and sees some red
spots on the potato vines, about as big
as pin heads. He notices that they give
rather a genteel look to the leaf. In a
day or two he sees the&e red drops begin
to grow, and then to crawl, and In three
or four days he goes out and Is so sur
prised at what he sees that you could
not paint his look of astonishment, not
even prime it over one coat with less
than a bucket of paint. He sees that
the potato bug has arrived, and has
brought his whole family and all Lis
wife's 600 friends. He is there with all
his tools and Implements of labor. He
sees a bug about as large as the letter O,
when It drops from the Hps of a small
boy, as he incautiously site down on an
adult bull-thistle. He sees this bug laid
off In stripes endwise, like the marks of
a gridiron on A slice of broiled liver. He
sees that what the bug lacks in size he
gains in quantity. He is there and
keeps coming. He has as much mouth
in proportion to his length as the Ama
Ron river or Boldene. He can beat a
horsefly laying eggs, and I have seen
them do the job at the rate of twelve
miles an hour. Ten doyg from the time
an egg is laid it has been hatched, mar
ried, and Is the mother of eleven hun
dred and thirty-two grand-children.
The only sure way to get rid of the
potatp bug is to move oft" somewhere
else. There are a number of methods
that work somewhatly. One man set
up a steam tiip hammer on hlsfarm,and
hired a half,grown Sunday School to
catch the bugs and run them under the
hammer. After trying this a week he
found that as the nights grew longer the
bugs gained on him, and he gave It up.
Next to English spurrows there Is noth
ing that Increases faster than potato
bugs, unless it is the interest on an un
paid note.
A farmer told me that he tried Paris
green on his bugs. He said he'd be
bunged if he didn't use up about a barrel
of thestufTand the bugs ate it all up, and
in two or three days they set up a store
in the comer of the field and advertised
that they would sell Paris green at re
tall, cheaper than' he could buy It at
wholesale. He said he lost confidence
then in Paris green, and gained a con
responding amount of confidence in the
The farmer is Independent. Ho can
stay on his farm from one year's end to
another and raise all he really needs to
sustain life and be under obligations to
no one. He can have the pleasure of
feeling that on the fruits of his toll de
pend the nation's strength and prosperi
ty. He truly earns his bread by the
sweat of his brow, and unless he is bald
headed, he seldom has brow In propor
tion to the sweat.
Nearly all our great men were raised
on a farm, and it is their especial delight
in all their speeches to mention the fact,
and rementlon it. and afterwards allude
to It, and tell how happy they were, and
how they love the old place with its old
farm house, and how they look back on
their boyhood days and wish they had
never left the farm, and long now to re
turn to it and pass the remainder of their
days, and resign a $5 ,000 office and settle
down and be happy again.
I have listened to these speeches and
read them, and have spent two large
fortunes in trying to find a solitary case
where one of these men ever left a farm
and got rich, either by stealing or in
any other honest way, and then went
back on the dear old farmto live; and
up to the first day of July I have been
u nablo to find one.
I now have two of the smartest de
tectives in the country looking after
such a man, and in my humble opinion
they will find Charlie Ross several times
before they find my man.
I want to be an angel,
Anil with tne angels stand
But I wouldn't be a farmer,
For all mj native land.
Of tus Boston Weekly Globe.
A Rebel Scout's Adventure.
WHEN the Federal army occupied
Culpepper Court House and the
Confederate army loy in Orange county,
Virginia, General Lee desired certain in
formation which it seemed could be best
obtained by an individual scout, and
Strlngfullow was selected for the service.
It was necessary that he should pene
trate the enemy's camps, remaining
concealed! as long as possible, and return
when he had collected the desired Infor
mation. His operations were to be con
ducted mostly at night. He wished to
be accompanied by two men, one of
whom.Farish by name, had his home in
the immediate vicinity of the enemy's
camps, and being intimately acquainted
with all the country, could accurately
guide him from place to pluceby night
as by daylight. The expedition was un
dertaken on foot, as the distance was
not great and concealment was of prime
Importance. The men were clad in
their own uniform as scouts, not fpieg.
The country was a difficult one for the
operations of a scout. From the long
and frequent occupation by both the
contending armies the land had been
almost entirely denuded of 1U timber,
and only here and there a few thin clus
ters of trees remained standing. One
day had passed since they had entered
the enemy's lines, and with nightfall
they commenced their wanderings
among the hostile camps, mainly with
the purpose of locating the different
corps, and of ascertaining whether any
troops hod been detached from the army
of the Potomac. The night had been
nearly consumed in this way, when,
reaching one of the clusters of trees of
which I have spoken, they laid them
selves down to catch a few moments'
rest. A single blanket covered the three
Treacherous, fatal sleep I Their fa
tigue was greater and the night was fur
ther spent than they had supposed, and
the sun was shining bright in their
eyes, when a party of six Federal sol
diers, with their muskets In their hands,
pulled away the blankets which covered
them, and saluted them with a humor
ous "Good morning, Johnny Ileb!
wake up I" Strlngfellow, lying upon
Ids back, was the first to arouse and to
comprehend the situation. Knowing
that an open attempt to slcze his arms
would draw upon himself instant death,
he fclghed to be only half awakened, ond
much to the amusement of his torment
ors, turned upon his side, muttering and
grumbling at being awakened, and tell
ing them to go away and let him alone.
Hut by turning upon his side he gave to
himself an opportunity of placing his
hand, unobserved, upon the handle of
his pistol, and in another second he
sprang upon his feet, and opened fire.
His companions Joined in theatlack,and
for a few moments the firing was rapid
ind fatal. The Federal soldiers stood
their ground, but at such close quar
ters the musket was no match for the
revolver. There was no time to reload
under the quick eye of Strlngfellow, and
once discharged the muskets were use
less. A few seconds terminated the en
counter, in which Strlngfellow found
himself the sole survivor of his party.
Parish was killed; his other comrade
had disappeared, he knew not how; four
of the Federal soldiers lay dead at his
feet, and the two others, having thrown
down their empty guns, were running
for their lives.
But though victor in this fight, perils
multiplied themselves around him. The
trees among which he stood were sur
rounded on every side by open fields dot
ted thick with the enemy's tents, some
at a distance, some close at hand. Con
cealment was impossible, and he must
run for his life; but run in what direc
tion he might, enemies would be sure to
Intercept his course, for the adjacent
camps had been aroused by the firing,,
and the soldiers who had escaped would
be sure to return with others to avenge
the death of their comrades. At a dis
tance of a hundred yarSs a little branch
made its way through the open fields
towards the river. Its banks were fring
ed with bushes, and while It offered only
an utterly forlorn hope, Strlngfellow
turned toward It and ran. He was seen
by those who had already started for
his capture ; seen to cross the open field;
seen to enter the brush on the bank of
the stream. And now vindictive
shouts announced that the enemy felt
secure of their prey. But not so I En
tering the bed of the stream, a kind
Providence guided him to the spot
where the waters bad hollowed out for
him a hiding-place beneath the roots of
an old stump. Underneath this bank
and behind these roots he forced his
body, having hastily collected what
driftwood was within reach still further
to conceal bis person ; ana there be lay, (
half covered by the water and the mud,
and awaited the result.
From every direction men were hur-
rying to the spot with the perfect assur
ance that the daring enemy would soori
be within their power. For long, long
hours did scores of searchers continue to
examine every foot of the brush that
lined the stream. Many times did hos
tile feet pass directly over Strlngfellow'g
body, and once a man more inquisitive
than others, stopped, while walking in
the bed of the stream, to examine the
very spot where he lay. But the drift
wood which he bad skillfully arranged
for his concealment deceived the man,
and he passed on without making the
discovery. Toward afternoon the search
was abandoned. But not until the noise
of the camps was hushed in slumber did
Strlngfellow dare to leave his retreat.
Then, following for some time the course
of the little stream, he passed in safety
out of the enemy's line, swam the
Rapldan between the pickets, and,
thankful to God for his deliverance,
found himself once more among his
A Dog Made Useful.
A German saloon keeper in Jersey
City, having furnished refreshments a
few days since to a party of young ruf
flns, modestly requested his pay mount
ing to $3. Thereupon the party propos
ed to remunerate him by "cleaning out"
the place. The saloon keeper made no
remonstrance, but opened a door and
called an Immense Siberian bloodhound,
whom he instructed by a sign to stand
guard at the door. Thereupon the ruf
flns protested that they meant to pay all
the time, and that their proposition to
" clean out" the place was a bit of
harmless pleasantry. It was found,
however, that the finances of the party
were insufficient for the demands of the
occasion, and it was necessary to eke out
the amount with a watch and sundry
other articles of personal property. '
Then the dog retired in good order, and
the party did the same.