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RAILROADS.
Philadelphia and Reading Railroad,
Arrangement of Passenger Trains.
Dkcevher 10th, 1861.
Trains Learn lTarrMwrp as follotrs :
For New York, via Allentown, 8.05 a. m.
and 1.45 p. m.
For New Yoi k via Philadelphia and "Bound'
Brook Route," 6.30, 8 i a. in., mid 1.45 p. in.
For Philadelphia, 6.30, 8.0a, V.fiO a.m., 1.43
and 4 :0fl p. ni. ,
For Ueiiding.5.20, 6.30, 8.05, 9 50 a. in., 1.45
4.00, and 8.00 p. m.
For Pottsvllle. 5.20. 8 05 9 50a. in., 1.45 and
4.00 p. m., and via Hclmvlkilt & Susquehanna
Krancli at 2 40 p. m. For Auh irn, 8,10 a. m.
For Allentown, 5.20, 8 05, MA) a. in., 1.45 and
4.00 p. m.
The 8.05 a. m., and 1.45 p. m., train have
through ears Tor New York -ia Allentown.
SUNDAYS.
For Allentown and Way Htatlon, 5.20 a. m
For Heading. Fhllad'a, and Way Stations.
,20 a, m. and 1.45 p. in.
Train for Harris' vrg iettce follow:
Leave New York, via Allentown, 8.45 a. m.
1.00 and 5 .30 p. in.
Leave New York, via "Hound Brook Route,'
and Philadelphia, 7.45 a.m., 1.30, 4.H), and
5.30 p. in., arriving at HarrisbuiK 1.60, 8.20,
20 p. m., and li a. m.
Leave Philadelphia, 945 a. m. 4.00, 5.50 and
7.45 p m.
Leave Pottsvllle, 6.00, 9.10 a.m., and 4.40
p. m.
Leave Reading, 4.J0. 7.30, 11.60 a.m., 1.25.
6.15.7.50 ami 10.3,i p. in.
Leave l'oitsvllle, v.a Bihnvlklll & Susque
hanna Branch, 8.15 a. in., and 4.40 p. in.
Leave Allentown, 0.00, 9.00 a. in.. 12.10,4.30,
and 8.05 p. in.
SUNDAYS.
Leave Xew York, via Allentown, 5.30 p. in.
Philadelphia 7.45 p. m.
Leave Heading 7.30 a. m and 10 35 p. m.
Leave Allentown at 9.05 p. in.
BALDWIN BRANCH.
Leave HARRISBURG tor Paxton, Lochlel,
and Stcelton daily, except Suuduv, 5.25, 6.40,
ft35 a. m.,l:35 and 9:40 p. in. i dallv, except
Saturday and Sunday. 5.35 p. id., aal oh Sat
urday only, 4.45, and 6.10 p. m.
RetnrninE.leave 8TEELTON dally, except
8unday, 10, 7:00, in:on a. m.. 2.10, and lu:l0
p.m.; daily except Saturday and Hundav.
6.10 p. ni., and on Saturday only, 5:lu, aud
6:30, p.m.
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An Exciting Adventure.
IT WAS during the Mexican war,
when I was a suit In a cavalry regl
lueut, that I found myself ou duty at
Vera Cruz. Tempted by the high moun
tains in the vicinity, the beautiful soen.
eiy and above all the superb hunting,
I sallied forth early one morning accom
panied by no one Bave my Newfound
land dog. I was an ardent sportsman,
my double-barreled gun worked to a
charm, aud not until the deepening
Bhades of evening, accompanied by an
unmistakable growl of thunder, did 1
give a thought to the flight of time or
the Importance of retracing my steps to
the city. I had not anticipated dauger
from the eneiuy unless it might be in
the shape of a Bmall band of guerillas
lurking amid the mountain gorges, ac
tuated more by the hopes of plunder
than by patriotic motives. There is
little twilight, you know, in the trop
ics. The sua had disappeared in the
folds of an immense cloud which was
rapidly spreading Itself over the entire
heavens, while from its sable depths
darted lurid Bheets of lightning, follow
ed by the increasing roar of thunder
which had already found an echo
through the valleys and gorges of the
mountain. I did uot fancy a wet jacket
and, whistling for uiy dog, I was ou the
point of retracing my steps down the
rough mountain road when the jingling
of spurs and accoutrements, the tramp
ling of horses and the hoarse word of
command was ufllcient for me to draw
back into a tall tuft of grass growing
behind me. A number of Mexican lan
cers were before me preparing to bivouac
for the night, and my retreat down the
road was out of the question. High,
precipitous rocks hemmed me In on three
sides, through when the road I had
traveled had been originally cut. The
outlet was now In the possession of the
lancers, while In frout of me the steep
side of the mountain, verging almost to
a precipice, sloped towards the city.
To remain where I was would be only
to coutt death, a nameless fate, an un
known grave, for discovery was certain
to follow when the sentinels should be
posted.
Cautiously 1 examined the smooth
sides of the precipice, covered here and
there by a network of vines clinging to
the crevices and rifts in the rock for its
uncertain life. Further on I beheld a
dark, irregular line disappearing in the
murky depths below, which proved to
be a deep, dry gully, the channel of some
mountain stream long since dried up.
Dropping ray fowling-piece and bidding
my noble dog to shift for himself, I
swung myself over the precipice, cling
ing to the network of vines which shook
and complained beneath my weight.
The darkness had increased with as
tonishing rapidity, and as I swung over
that rayless void I found it impossible to
pierce the gloom. I heard the short,
sharp howl of my dog as he started oft
in search of me; then, amid the rush of
the squall, came the confused shouts of
men, a straggling shot or two mingled
with the crash of the heavy artillery
rolling In the vaet expanse above me.
Depending principally upon the strength
of my arms, I carefully and cautiously
felt my way .along the verge of the preci
pice, working in the direction of the
gully, which, once gained, promised to
afford me the means of escape from the
dangers which encompassed me. Broad
sheets of lightning lit up with dazzling
distinctness the fearful scene', bringing
out every undulation of the rocks, every
crevice and blade o" grass, once when I
found a slight support for my feet, and
was giving my aching arms a rest, I
glanced above amid the yellow glare of
the lightning and beheld the fierce dark
whiskered face of a Mexican, peering
over the brink, his eyes apparently fast
ened upon me as I hung suspended and
flattened against the cliff but a few feet
below him, while the electricity twisted
and writhed like tongues of infernal
serpents around the muzzle of his car
bine. It was a trying moment, a situa
tion well calculated to inspire a feeling
of terror in the heart of the boldest.
But whether it was the rain which was
falling in torrents and driving furiously
before the gale or the glare of the light
ning which prevented the lancer from
discovering me I am unable to say. At
all events I escaped his notice, the shot
did not come, and watching my chance
in the lulls of the tempest, I continued
my perilous course.
I bad but little strength to spare when
at last found myself crouchlug on the
muddy bottom of the old mountain
gorge.
Nerved on by the strength of despair,
I rushed down the steep declivity, reek
lcbs as to where my feet might wander.
Completely blinded between the mingled
glare of the lightning and the intense
darkness that followed each flash I
stumbled on, feeling that every moment
my steps were becoming uusteadler.
The water was already up to my knees
and rushing by with a force that made
me grip desperately to whatever projec
tion I could find along the ravine. The
lnexplorable waters rose yet and the
danger of the tempest grew wilder still.
My strength, and even faculties were
falling fast, my feet were lifted from be
neath me, and quicker than thought
was rushing helplessly along, enveloped
amid the spray and foam of the niaden
lng whirl. I think I must have lost
myself for a moment, but awaked amid
the darkness and roaring waters, nearly
strangled to death. Another instant
and I was whirled heavily against some
yielding object. I rallied my strength
for a final effort. The next flash reveal
ed the wreck nf a tree, with the roots
still clinging tenaciously to the side of
the bank.
I drew myself out of the rush of the
current and crawled to a Arm foothold
on the shelving bank of the torrent.
The cool rain revived me. I stumbled
forward, feeling my way amid debris of
fallen trees, pit-holes and large rocks,
all scattered promiscuously about on the
steep side of the mountain, until a faint
glimmer of light streamed tremulously
across my path. It was a welcome
light, aud, prisoner or no prisoner, I
made up my mind to risk life and liberty
and demand shelter from the terrible
storm that Btlll raged, but gave signs of
abating. I
I was unarmed ; the only weapon I
had sallied forth with had been aban
ed on the edge of the precipice previous
to my attempting the perilous passage.
I felt my heart beat faster as I reared
the door of that tumbled down ranch
which loomed up, a huge, shapeless
mass, amid the gloom and solitude of
that wild spot. A moment's hesitation
and I knocked resolutely at the door.
"Quicro vive?" (who come there V)
and heard the click of a weapon.
"I am an American," I replied, bitter
ly, in English. "A United States officer,
who has lost his way on the side of this
cursed mountain."
With a jerk the door was thrown
back on its rusty hinges, revealing the
figure of a man of brawny porportlons,
armed to the teeth, and of most villain
ous aspect. He held a flaring torch on
high, the uncertain light of which fell
across his scarred and scowling visage.
Keenly and deliberately he scanned the
torn and tattered remains of my uniform
then lu a voice harsh and 'growling he
demanded.
"What do you want here, and how
many of you are there V"
I replied in the best Spanish that I
could master that I was alone, aud re
peated my doleful Btory of being lost in
the storm.
At that moment, to my surprise and
astonishment, the faithful Newfound
land, who, by some keen Instinct of his
nature, had succeeded in scenting me
burst from the surrounding obscurity,
testifying his joy by leaping upon me
and baying In his deep powerful tones.
"The man's appearance was indica
tive of a mixture of ferocity aud cun
ning, while his eye, wild and unsettled,
lit up with an expression I could not
fathom, as he bade me enter.
Strange forebodings filled my heart as
I gazed about the recess of the hovel.
It was almost bare of furniture, save a
table and two broken chairs. A fire
blazed cheerily in the fire-place, before
wbjoh were Btretched three dark forms
wrapped in tattered and greasy blankets.
The gleam of firearms, as they lay piled
in a corner, did not escape my attention,
and you may be sure I did not feel the
easiest in my mind as I drew up before
the Are with my dog coiled up at my
feet. .
In my exhausted state, despite the
danger I felt was lurking around me, I
must have dropped off to Bleep, my
head finding a support against a pro.
jection of thechimuey.
The low monotonous hum of voices
fell upon my ear, and cautiously recon
nolterlng from beneath the visor of my
cap I found that the three sleepers had
aroused themselves and were in deep
earnest consultation with the gentleman
whom I had first accosted.
Straining my ears to the utmost I
could manage to catch occasional frag
ments of sentences as they dropped from
the lips of the four comrades, who were
as promising candidates for the gallows
as ever I care to meet again under like
circumstances.
The howl and rush of tha gale had
ceased, but the occasional patter of rain
drops fulling from the leaves and the
roof of the ranch proved that the storm
had but recently passed away.
"Do you notice the glitter of ihose
buttons f" remarked one of the four.
"Curse the buttons!" broke in anoth
er fiercely, "of what value are they V
It's the glitter of gold I like to see aud
we have already wasted too much valu
able time. for one say kill him. If
the Yankee dog had a dozen lives they
should all be forfeited. He has come
here unasked; he shall not depart so
easily."
"Hush, Juan ; you are too hasty.
The question Is, will it pay better to
dispose of him ourselves aud share the
plunder or take him to Canales V He
might come down handsome. Suppose
the fellow should prove an officer of
Importance V"
"Bab! You talk like tt fool. Do you
not see he Is too young to have gained
any Importance. As for Canales, Car
rajo! You will get nothing for pains
from him."
All this I heard distinctly and much
which Is unnecessary to repeat. That
my life was doomed was beyond all
doubt; but I was not disposed to make
a vacancy in the corps without a strug
gle, and especially after undergoing
what I had In escaping from the lau
cers. I felt the blood coursing through my
veins with renewed vigor as looked
the situation square In the face. My
brain grew clearer as the imminence of
the peril I was In grew more apparent.
The dying embers of the fire emitted
fitful gleams which fell across, the pol
lshed arms of the scoundrels, piled pro
miscuously together lu the corner of the
ranch.
At that moment, and as I was casting
wistful glances at a carbine, the beetle
browed rascal who had lighted me into
the den glided across the floor, slipping
a stout bar across the door.
"Now, boys, finish the job, and then
share alike," were the words I heard.
Every nerve In my body jarred, the"
blood rushed back to my heart as the
decisive moment arrived. Up to that
time I had not stirred or changed my
position, leading the scoundrels to count
upon an easy victory, no doubt. The
odds were fearfully against me, and, as
the four turned their wolfish eyes in my
direction, the clear ringing notes of a
bugle came rising and falling, filled the
air with its melody. A wild cry of joy
burst involuntarily from my Hps, a
thrill of hope pervaded my whole being
as I listened. It came from my own
gallant lads a detachment sent out iu
all probability in search of their missing
officer. My four friends here paused,
uncertain and undecided how to act.
They turned for an instant toward the
door, leaving me to take advantage of
their stupidity.
When they again confronted me
was In possession of the coveted corner,
with a rifle to my shoulder, looking
them grimly in the face, while my dog,
his hair bristling with rage, stood brave
ly beside me, displaying his white fangs
to the enraged gaze of the greasy four.
"Knife him, lads before they are
atop of us. Put him out of Bight, or
we'll all swing," but not one of them
stirred.
That dark death-dealing rifle barrel
had a wonderfully tranqulllzlng ef
fect. "Curses on ye," shouted the leader,
foaming with rage, aa he dashed forward
knife in hand. "Are you all afraid of
the Yankee V I let him in here and
this knife shall give him permission to
leave."
Perhaps the villain expected to shake
my nerves and cause me to throw away
my shot, but I never felt firmer, more
determined, in my life. I covered his
left breast with the sight of the weapon,
and with the report the scoundrel fell
headlong to the floor. Charging through
the smoke the remaining three rushed
upon me, but were met by the dog, who
buried his teeth In the flesh of one of
them. remember of striking out with
my clubbed rifle, of parrying rapid
thrusts and cheering on the dog, when
by some means in the melee a horn or
cannlster of powder must have fallen
amid the hot embers of the fire. It ex
ploded with tremendous violence, blow
ing otf the roof of the bouse, rending
the walls assunder and hurling me to
one side half Buffocated and nearly in
sensible. When I fully realized what
was passing about me, my own troops
were removing the debris of the ranch
from my limbs, and the Newfoundland
was licking my face. It was, as I sup
posed, a party Bent out in search of my
unfortunate self, and they were return
ing from a bootless search when the
report of a rifle, followed by an explo
sion and the glare of flames, attracted
their attention.
Of course we made short work of the
three miscreants, who were dragged
forth from the burning wreck. They
howled vigorously for merey, but that
was not thought of in their . case. A
swing from the nearest bough termina
ted their career, and rode back to Vera
Cruz with my mind firmly made up
that during the remainder of the cam
paign nothing should ever tempt me to
wander alone among the hills of Mexico
in quest of game.
A Remarkable Coincidence.
It la a matter of journalistic record,
that come years since, a schooner set sail
from Baltimore, having on board a orew
of thirteen men. By a most singular
freak of nature, the entire force was
attacked by a skin disease, which mani
fested itself in large ulcerated sores on
the arms and hands, wholly Incapacitat
ing the men from duty. The result was
that the vessel was towed back to the
city where the men were placed in the
hospital. Moral ! Had Swayne's Oint
ment for skin diseases been used in the
first place, the crew would have recover
ed in from 1:2 to 48 hours. C04t
Spoopently lie's Buby.
"w
HAT'S the matter with the
baby V" growled Spoopendyke,
as ho sat up In bed and rubbed his eyes.
"Can't you Btop this fuss?"
" llusli h h 1" cooed Mrs. Bpoopen-
dyke, dandling the Infant. "Dou't e ky,
Dada 'ants to t'ecp. Baby's all be
dood."
Mr. Spoopendyke eyed the proceeding
cynically for a moment and then the
baby burst out again.
"Dry up!" shouted Mr. Spoopendyke.
"There's nothing the matter with you.
Why don't you go to sleep like a Chris
tian V"
"There, there, there I" cooed Mrs.
Spoopendyke. "She's dess too tweet for
anyslng. Poor 'ittle dlrl ! Now, go to
seep 'Ike a a 'Ittle dear !"
Whereat the baby howled more dis
mally. "Can't you give her something V"
demanded Mr. Spoopendyke. " Can't
you dose her. S'poae I'm going to lay
awake all night for the fun of appreciat
ing that I'm the head of the family ?
Here, let me take her, I'll fix her,"
and Mr. Spoopendyke grabbed his off
spring and began to pace the floor with
her. '
" Be careful of her, and I'll heat some
water, and try a little pepperment and
sugar," Bald Mrs. Spoopendyke, as she
promptly raked out a battered tin cup,
well blacked around the bottomed and
Bides which Bhe promptly converted Into
a boiler.
" A baby never cries unless there's a
pin sticking in her," argued Mr. Spoop
endyke as he held the infant across his
arm and began to undo her night dress,
" What's this thing you,ve got wrapped
around her?"
"That's her "belly band," don't touch
it," squeaked Mrs. Spoopendyke, waving
the cup a foot from the gas jet in her
trepidation.
"Oh! I see," retorted Mr. Spoopendyke
fishing out the pins," What's that other
thing here, the " brltchlngV" Hold on,
Cleopatra!" he continued as the bawling
young one made a spring, "don't make
the mistake of trying to fool with Spoop
endyke," and the fond father groped
around for the cause of the disturbance.
"Since you've got the rest of the harness
on, p'raps you'd better drive this baby
with martingales. And I'll tell you one
thing, Mrs. Spoopendyke, this baby's
clothes ain't more'n half aired. No won
der she howls. Cutchee, cutchee, outch
ee; dod gast the thing! Say, what do you
call this rifle barrel business V What's
this breastpin doing here under her
chest?"
"Good gracious, that's a safety pin I
"Let it alone!" said Mrs. Spoopen.
dyke.
"What's the combination of this rack
et anyhow V" demanded Mr. Spoopen
dyke, tugging at the pin. " Who solder
ed this thing on? What's it for? Giva
me the combination I" and he jerked it
loose with results he had scarcely con
templated, for It left the baby stitch less.
The startled young one shivered and was
quiet for a moment. " Told you so,"
Bald Mr. Spoopendyke, with an air of
triumph. "It only needs a little com
mon sense to take care of a baby. "
But at that instant the infant tuned
up again with redoubled vigor.
" Let me take her," pleaded 'Mrs!
Spoopendyke " she'll freeze to death !"
"Let her freeze!" roared Mr. Spoopen
dyke. "If this measley baby is going to
have her own way about howling, she's
going to have it about freezing. Cutchee
cutchee, cutchee! Dry up, will you?"
and Mr. Spoopendyke set his teeth and
pranced around, all of which extracted
the most frightful row from bis infant.
" She wants medicine, and I've got it
ready for her," said Mrs Spoopendyke,
" come to mamma, now, what a little
dear ! Come to mamma and be comfort
ed," and as Bhe took the child the crie
died'away into sobs and were burled in
snifs.
"I knew I could quiet her," said Mr.
Spoopendyke, as he watched the baby.
" You don't know anything about chil
dren, or you never would have put that
tin anchor in her clothes. That was
what ailed her."
"t wasn't either," snapped Mrs.
Spoopendyke. "She's got the colic,
little dear! and you almost killed her.
"Anyway, she stopped her howling,"
retorted Mr. Spoopendyke, "and ebe
howled because you wanted her to stand
in the shafts all night. Another time
you'll know enough to unhitch the
young one before you put her in the
stall." Mrs. Spoopendyke made no re
sponse, but ladled in peppermint qnali
fied with a little warm water and sugar.
Then she carefully dressed the baby and
turned in.
"Going to put out the gas?" demanded
Mr. Spoopendyke from under the clothes
which he had pulled up to hU eye
brows. " No," replied Mrs. Spoopendyke
shortly.
" Then it can burn !" howled the hus
band. "If you thing I'm going to roust
out you're mlatakeu."
But ten minutes later he thought of
the bill, and thinking bis wife fast asleep
he got up and gave the screw a vindica
tive wrench and tumbled back to bed;
unoonbcious of the hysterical giggle that
followed bis lust exploit.
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