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COLL, "V-A-If CLEVK. AUJA.KT, OREGON. ' THE LITTLE PEOPLE. A dreary place would be this rth Were there no little people in it : The song of life would lose Its mirth, Were Uiere no children to begin it. Ho little forms, no buds to grow. And nuke the admiring heart surrendi r. Ho little hands on breast and brow. To keep the thrilling love-cords tender. Kebe.be within our arms to leap. Mo little feet toward slumber tending ; Ho little knee in prayer to bend, Oar lips the sweet words lending. The sterner souls would get more stern, Unfeeling natures more inhuman, And man in stole coldness turn. And woman would be less than woman. For in the clime toward which we reach. Through Time's mysterious, dim unfolding, The little one's with cherub smile Are still our Father's face beholding. Life's song, indeed, would lose Its charm Were there no babies to begin it ; A doleful place this world would be Were there no little people in it. CAIN There was blood on the hand, not -vimble to the eye ; to the sight it was only a brown hand, tanned to the sun, rather delicate for the hand by a miner ; wet there was blood upon it. The soul could see it, even if the eye could not ' There was blood, too, on the brow. True, the licht of the bvui revealed it not. Only the smooth forehead, with high temples, and a full swell to the brain Tather scholarly ; rather intelligent than otherwise ; rather an tumsnal face in its refinement for a rough mining life ; yet, there was a broad stain of blood upon it & horrid, crimson stain. No water could wash it away. True, the skin was fair wid white, save a slight yellowish tinge, come of days upon the desert, and aJ faint line where the hat pressed ; yet, with the vision of some Bubtle inner sense, one saw the hideous smear of blood there ; saw it in the deepest daxk aess of the black midnight. I first met him at Camp Date Creek, Arimwrn, where I was awaiting orders to proceed to my own post. Rather a pleasant face, only reserved and still. I sat and talked awhile with him, pleased to find one who was intelligent, and who oonld converse well. The hot sun of the June morning was pouring its heat down upon me as I sat, until I thought I must seek the shade of the tent. Then. I felt it come over me (once before I felt it when I sat by a man who was afterward hanged for murder); felt it not a chill, not a shiver ; my tanu were warm and my pulse full and stroncr : no. not a chill, certainly not a 5hHL but a cold, wordless horror. One stands near a precipice. He is in no bodily peril ; yet a terror creeps and creeps, from the heart, along the branch ing course of blood-vessels, out to the tips of the starting hair. He is in no bodily peril ; why does he stand ap palled, and this terror come upon mm this bodily horror? Because the physi cal being hrinTra from the contiguity of this yawning possibility of destruction. Through every nerve it cries : Flee 1 flee! Tarry not 1 lea,th haunteth the brink ! Flee ! lest madness seize thee, lest the abyss charm thee, aftd thou cast thyself down!" la the soul-horror that seizes one, when in the presence of great crime, like this, only in a most subtle sense t Is it that the soma snrinKa, stana Daca, snouts to itself an alarm lest madness seize rrpon it, too, and tempt it to the soul death that it feels beside it i I know not ; I only ask. I sat in the hot sun, and the chill Jhorror crept and crept over me. Then my eyes were clear ; then I saw the crimson stain on the brow the blood smear ; saw it, though the hat-rim was Dulled down, covering all, even to the eyes, that were cast downward and never lifted to meet mine. When, where, how ? I know not. It might have been on the high seas, in the city alums, in the lone bosom of the des art, known of no eye save the unsleep ing eye of God ; but the brand of Cam was there. My voice was not changed ; I did not move ; no shrinking away ; and he had not looked up. Yet he knew that the chill had come to me ; he knew that any eyes that moment were opened ; he knew, knew to the deepest depth of his shrinking soul, that I saw the crimson, the blood. ' Then the eyes the carefully-veiled eyes, lifted to mine only an instant lifted with a horror, a hunted despair, like the look of the damned. The first slayer so looked when the burning eye of God made him face that terrible ques tion. " Cain ! where is thy brother t" I sat one day in the shade of the hos pital tent. One of the patients inside an odd kind of a man who had a queer fancy for reading aloud passages of Scripture was turning the leaves of his Bible, and reading. I sat partly hidden by a hanging flap of tent, idly gazing at -the green fringe of trailing vines creep ing and twining along the jagged, rocky daw of the canon which ran a huge chasm tbroueh the. mesa' below the camp. '" - . 1 ' ;' . -, I aat idly gazing, when he came slowly walkine bv. and then stopped a moment. sod -stood looking toward the brown mountains beyond; only, he seemed not to see the mountains: the eyes seemed to be looking, with that peculiar retro- specUve gaze, somewhere, at someuung, ra a time long past. He stood gazing, yet not seeing. I aat in the shadow of the tent, silently watch ing his face. The voice of the sick man within, readmit in his odd. fanciful way, picking here and there a sentence, fell omthe silence; not breaking it; rather, ; ia toe contrast of the low tones, intensi- . lying tlV'''- --;i::?..:'-',7 , ? " ' And the tJord said unto Cain, Where is Abel, thy brother f - The -voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto mm' from the ground. And now art thou cursed from the earth. A fu riSave and a vagabond shalt thou be in as earth., And the OLord set a Msk upon Cain, Jest any findinc him jdjomld kill him."-, -'v.. , - ..f , ,,, . , lie still stood with the vacant eyes fixed ttptm Qm brown, desolate mountains:. At fes ha did not seem to hear the voice of the reader. Then the vacant look died away from the eyes. He turned and list ened, 'ihe unconscious voxoe within, ws&a wage pciriAuntasy, again read: ; . The voice of thy brother's blood cneth tuwo me irom the trround. And now art thou cursed from aiih A fugitive and a vaga- aswjfiMi susu uwi y ' Am the voice slowly read, a look of in- jEtedaiity came to the face a look as of ' o& waking froia a dream.' Then the c-s-ea that always in the presence of an cJier were cast down the shrinking dilated ; the white uplifted balls 5 yellow ; the brow grew livid with ILa Hood that swelled and stagnated in the black veins, filled almost to bursting. I could not move. -1 still sat in the shade of the tent and watched him. The livid face turned te meet the skies ; the slim, sun-burned hands slow ly lifted to the heavens lifted as the hands of one chained who sees "the hang ing mountains falling upon him. A look of horor came and settled down upon his brow. It was not fear ; the look was too hopeless for fear. It was not despair : the look was too still, too quiet for despair. It was horror cold, wordless, stony horror. The damned looked so, who lie in the deepest depths of helL and know, as no mortal can know, that awful word eternity. They, in their torment, groaning, helpless, look so. He was going on from the camp in company with a small party of travelers, who were abou to start by the old mili tary road, which passes by way of Wick enberg, across the mouth of the , Bio Salade, where it joins the Gila, below Maricopa Wells. He had by accident met them, and had arranged to travel with them. I noticed, however, when the party left he did not go with them, but remained in camp. 1 did not ask him whv. but. in some surprise. I snoke to a member of the party whom 1 met by myself, lie seemed at a loss to reply; but looking around uneasily, he finally, with some hesitation, said that he did not like to travel with that man. They could not tell whv. but there was some thing about him that threw a dread upon them, which they could not shaKeon, So they had told him they preferred to travel alone. He did not look surprised, but simply bowed his head, as though he had expected it. There was a look in the eyes as of one who felt himself in the grasp of late against wnicn ne couia not even struggle a look of abject, hope less submission. I thought of the voice of the sick man reading, A fugitive and. a vagabond ahalt thou be in the earth ! " The party left without him. He went the next day alone. The third day two other men went on the same road. - A week afterward, a squad of cavalry, j patroling the road, found the stripped, mutilated bodies of both the first and the last parties, murdered by the Apaches. His body they did not find. Many months afterward, when the hos tile "inciting had gone upon a reservation, one of them told of a war party waylaying the road and killing a small band of trav elers. The next day, he said, a single white man rode by, but they laid quiet and did not molest him. The third day they killed two more men. When asked why they had spared the man who had passed their ambush, traveling alone, he said he did not know ; only something, some strange feeling they could not un derstand, had held them back, and kept them from harming him. Had the Lord set a mark upon him, " Lest any finding him should kill him t " I met him again, a year later, at Camp Bowie, Apache Pass, where I was' then stationed. I was asked to go and see a sick man down upon the flat below the hill where a small party were encamped near the spring. He was lying in the shade of a wagon, sleeping. I-stood and watched him. When I was a child I used to hear, amonsr old nursery tales, one that a mur derer alwavs afterward slept with his eyes partly open. ' Children will hear and relate such odd fancies. As I grew older, of course, I knew better, and this shared the fate of my many other child, iah delusion. I stood and watched him as he slept. Strange ! I shivered; it was foolish, but I could not help it. The eyelids hung half open. : The eyeballs were not turned up, as one often sees in sleep, snowing onlv the whites. The dark pupils glared out with a dull, glazed, stony stare. Do the dead stare so in their graves ? Foolish ! I know it is foolish. I have seen sick people in the hospitals sleep with the eyes only partly closed febple who were near death. I know it is fool ish; yet it was strange how those full eve-balls glared into the day with that dead, stony stare. i I saw rnm once again. I was settled in Los Angeles. I sat one evening in the dusky twilight in my office, lbe sun had gone down behind a fog-bank in the west, and the dark shadows were falling from the hills. I sat and looked out into the gray gloom. Then the chill crept over me. I knew that he was there. I turned and looked. The even ing gloom had grown thicker. Low fog clouds drifted quickly by. In the open door, against the cold, gray say as a background, he stood stood as one palsied. -:- ; Then over the haggard face, (my God I can I ever shut it out from my sight?) over the hollow ! cheeks, the starting eyes, the distorted, clammy brow, crept again the stony, hopeless horror. I never saw him again. In the northwest corner of San Ber nardino county, lying partly ' in Inyo county, and by the newly-surveyed line, partly also in tue state oi jxevaoa, is a region paralleled by few other spots upon the face of the eartn. w e say me world is instinct with life. Here, if the phraseology may be pardoned, is a place instinct with death. ' A- huge basin, whose rim is the ancient hills, stricken with the barrenness of eternal desola tion ; whose bosom, the blasted waste of the desert, treeless, shrubless and water less, save a few bitter pools like the lye of potash-water ; surrounded by moun tains that tower thousands of feet above the sea-level, itself lying 800 feet below the sea. It is a very "Gehenna" a place of death and bones. Birds do not flw over it Animals do hot enter it. Vegetation cannot exist in' it. The broad sands absorb the heat, the bare mrmntaina reflect it. the unclouded sun daily adds to it. 'Ninety degrees in the hade f artificial shade, there is no other) means winter. One hundred and thirty and 140 degrees, that is summer. The hot air grows hotter, wavers. from W a with heaL until nature, Jroaded to madness, can endure it no more ; and then, the btirning blast rouses , itself rouses m its might ; rouses .as an angry beast with ft . hoarse, ominous ; roar sweeps mile after mile, on, ever on, oyer th broad reach of the desert, bearing on its black, whirling bosom black as the midnight dust, sand, alkali and death. Sometimes a murky cloud gathers upon ' . " 1 . AT Al L Sue mounxaiiia nv , uuu uiere us a rnfih a warning sigh in the winds a Inw rumbling in the air : the Mils quiver. the earth trembles, and a torrent, half water, half mud. bounds from the hills, Loatmi into the loose sand.! The clouds scatter, the suns cornea again, the eternal thirst of the desert is not quenched. The raging nver was only a dream. Tt t. wear 1849 a party of emigrants entered the basin. Day, f Ur day they toiled oil thirsting, dying. ; The. piti less mountains walled them in j no es cape. One by one they dropped and died. A few, aoanaonmg everywiingi scaled the mountains and escaped. The others lay as they fell, dried to mum mies no birds even to : devour their flesh, no beasts to prey upon them. Wagon tires unrusted, gun barrels bright, untarnished. Mile after mile silence reigns ; silence and death. Walled by the mountains, doomed with a brazen sky. League after league the never ending sand Spreads like the ocean to the lifting eye. An agea, weary, long forgotten land As cursed in wrath, snd smit with God's fierce hand. No cooling mist quenches the endless thirst That rolrs supreme the boundless stretches grand ; Over its broad xpane no storm clouds burst With hurling feet. I ' s land accursed. It is as though nature had gathered all of the curses heat, thirst, alkali, barrenness, death all in one mass of hatred, and hurled it, a terrible anathema of eternal desolation, upon the earth. She has made it a Golgotha a place of skulls. After giving to the other lands her blessings, the waving of green trees, the cooling flash of water, soft breezes, gentle sunshine, she comes here like a madman, when the fit is on him, going away by himself to foam at the mouth. to rage, to gnash his teetn sue comes here with fire, with tempest, with the dread simoon, and lashes the elements into fury. She hurls the blazing heat like a fire-bolt, licks up the last trace of moisture with a tongue of flame, sears the groaning mountains with burning winds, rides upon the relentless sand storm ruin bestriding red-mouthed dev astation for a charger. Or, it is as though God had repented Him of his anger, when he said, "Cursed be the earth for thy sake !" as though He repented Him, and withheld His curse ; and yet, that His word might not be broken, gathered up the bitterness of the curse, distilled it, concentrated it, grasped the very essence of it in His hand, and, raising it aloft, hurled it one awful bolt of consuming wrath downward, and it hit the northwestern corner of San Bernardino county. Men call the spot where it struck, " Death Valley." One day an old acquaintance came to my office: a roving, good-natured fellow, with a strong appreciation of the advan tages of money, but a chronic dislike to its acquisition by hard labor. The re- suit had been a life frittered away in wild goose chases after sunken treasures, lost mines, and other attractive, yet sad ly delusive, "dreams of suddenly-acquired wealth. This time he was just back, with his partner, from a search along the borders of Death Valley for the famous " Gun-sight lode." The story of the mine is brieny thus; xwo oi tne sur vivors of the emigrant party which was lost in Death Valley in 1849, scaling the mountain to escape, found, by their re port, a silver mine of surpassing rich ness. One of the men, as the story goes, picked out a piece of the virgin metal, and hammered it into a- sight for nia gun, to replace one which he had lost. I believe both men died without having had the courage to go back, through the scene of their terrible suf fering, in search of the spot. However this may be, the mine was lost. It is known all over the border to-day, as "Gun-sight lode." At various times parties have searched for it, but always unsuccessfully. "We did not find the mine," said my friend; ' but one day, when toiling through the sand in the edge of the valley, we came upon tne dried, skinny remains of a man, perished evidently all alone. A note book, partly written, was caught under the body in such a manner that it had not been blown away. The writing seemed to refer, in places, to a mine possibly the Gun-sight lode; but we could not fully understand it, and, as we were also short of provisions, ; we did not search long. Besides from what little we could decipher, the man seemed to have been crazy; so we paid less at tention to it. W e brougnt tne note-book with us, however, thinking you might like to see it; and, as we are tired of this region, and are going to try our luck in Colorado, it will be of no use to us. " The man left the book with me. It is a small, leather-bound memorandum book, with tuck, such as one carries in a breast pocket; much dried by the sun, and the writing (written with a pencil) often entirely effaced. The following is all that I have been able to decipher. I give it without any attempt to connect the narrative, or to fill the breaks. Indeed, the writer seems to have observed little regularity in his record, if record it can be called: "Blood on mv hand! A blnrr of crim son before myeyes ! The skies are brazen above me. The sun is sick with gore. The winds from the desert shriek at me shriek and howl; and this one word only do they wail m my ears this dreadful word. 'Murder!' I stop my ears with my hands; I cry aloud to drown their wailing voice. I cannot drown it. ' I can not keep it out. It pierces me pierces me through and through. - '(' "Whatisit? I am bewildered Why am I flying as one who seeks the ends of the earth? Yesterday the earth had no horror for me. The sun was not veiled in blood. The winds were only winds not demon voices. Oh ! now I recollect. God pity me ! Pity ? I forgot; He can only curse me. Annihilate me. OGod! Blot me from the universe ! That would be pity. ' : " It all comes back to me now. It is seared in my brain; the long search for the mine; the days in the desert, in the mountains ; t and then behind that hill that overlooks the ' V alley of Death,' the vein of the white shining, silver wealth for a king. Then it swept over me my years or poverty, of toil the cold sneer of the rich, as they saw my penury; and here was wealth. I should nave lfc an tui. xnub crvcui uiy pafuiBir should share the treasure. I was mad. He stooped to pick up the precious metal, and I struck him him, the friend of my toils, the one who had never failed me; him, who had shared his food with me; who had slept upon the desert, in the mountains, under the same blanket; who had nursed me in sickness I struck him to the earth, f God ! I was mad. " I was alone with my wealth; ' with my wealth ah t and the dead, I had not thought of the cold, still face that would be there after the blow, of the sightless eyes staring to heaven. , Then the madness left me. I - threw myseff beside Vtiml prayed for him so awake, felt for the heart-beat. Dead dead 1 O, my God ! dead the friend of toy toils. And i was a murderer a murderer i Here some leaves are missing from the book, as if torn out. I transcribe again, as the record goes on : j , " Wandering, still wandering. Earth has no rest for my feet, and I am so weary. When I stop, the earth spurns me, and the pitiless skies cry On, on I Starvation ! Penniless ! and there, back there is wealth untold. Yet I dare not seek it, dare not tell it; for there, too, is that cold, still face, with i the sightless eyes gazing at the heavens; and the red blood crying, ever, to God. . I wander on. And ever I feel upon my brow a brand like that of Cain. I cannot wash it off. It is a brand of i blood hot, burning blood. I walk among men, and I feel they must see it it is there; I pull my hat over my browclosely, 0, so closely I down to my eyes, But they must see it. " I wandered to a post here in the Ari zona mountains, thinking I might rest only a few davs : I was so tired. They were all strangers, and they surely would not see. I sat and talked with a surgeon by a tent. I pulled my hat down over my face, and kept my eyes turned to the ground. I would not liok at him lest the eyes might betray me. I thought I was safe. I sat and talked. Then, all at once, I knew that the horror had come upon him, and that he saw. He said nothing ; he moved not. Yet I knew that the brand was laid ! bare to his eyes. Some power I could not resist compelled me to look up to meet his gaze. I read in his eyes the horror. I "The brand of Cain! The brand of Cain ! Oh, God ! it is upon me! For days and days I have wandered in the mountains, thirsting, hungering, trem bling at the stir of a leaf . Yet death comes not to me. The wild beasts avoid me. The savages pass me by, and harm me not. I suffer, faint but do not die. ! " A hope has come to me wandering here alone. Strange word ! hope ? A hope born of despair. 1 will go back. I cannot flee from the burning eye of God. It searches me out in the mountains. It glares upon me in the lonely desert. It consumes me. I will no longer flee. I will go back back where 1 know the still face is awaiting me. , I will kneel by it: kneeK and lift mv hands to heaven and pray pray. ' lray him, my murder ed friend, to forgive me; pray God to look on and pity me ! "Is there hope of pardon? Oh, it seems to me, even now, that this brand upon my forehead grows dimmer. It seems to me, even now, that the blessed thought comes like a cooling hand to my fevered brow. Fail noty O, my wearied feet, until I reach the side of that still face: and then I will kneel and pray until pardon comes to me; pardon or death!" - Here the writing is faded and effaced in the book for several pages.. I resume at the point where it again becomes legible. I would only remark that this portion which I cannot decipher, should judge, from the length of time necessary to travel from the region where the last seems to have been written to the spot indicated in the next portion, must have covered a period of several weeks. The record goes on, but very brokenly: ! "The end of my wandering draws near, I am alone in the desert. In the tlistavnce I raa the hill, so curiouslv alien with the two high hills beyond, behind which I know the still face is waiting for me. I come. O, my murdered friend, pity me ! I come. The hot sun pours down upon me. I have ni water. My tongue is black and bleeding; yet I feel no thirst. My brain is on fire. Yet, one thought only pos sesses me there is the place there, be fore me. Many weary miles yet, but there I will pray. My head swims. I can not see. ''Whereaml? Ah! now I recollect. I was walking in the day. 'It is night now. 1 rcust have fainted. I am lying in the desert. The still moon looks down upon me. A strange calm has come over me. The night wind does'Uiot howl at me now it only kisses my face. Its kiss is peace. In the east the flush of the coming dawn reddens the mountain tops not like red blood, but softly bright, like the glory about the brow of the pitying Christ. 1 am strangely calm. Ah ! now I know I am dyingdying. O God, let me thank thee at least for death. " Strange ! I no longer feel the brand upon my brow. Is it gone? Has the merciful God forgiven me? forgiven,1 and spared me the agony of kneeling by that dead face ? In the dim light I can see, miles and miles away, the hills at the foot of which the dead face lies. now know that my feet snail never go to it. " I must have fainted again. The sun hangs just above the mountain crest in the east no longer angry, no longer red like blood. The warm rays touch my brow gently as a mother's kiss. I am dying. With my last strength I write this, only this more, for a hope of par don only a hope. O God 1 thank Thee !" Overland Monthly. V OCR FIRST BABY. Prop from a fountain unfailing ! Into the world here with wailing. Come at the time of a crisis Flickering the light in his eyes is ; Flesh, of a putty consistence ; ' Eyebrows, of faintest existence ; Nose, just the slightest suspicion ; Body In limpest condition This is my boy, and a dear one ; Possibly so, but a queer one. tiaa ne oeen larger I'd rather ; Nevertheless, I'm a father. Pride my whole spirit is filling ; Rapture my body is thrilling M, hat makes him wiggle so T Stop him Look how he twists ! You might drop him. Gown, of the longest and whitest ; ui uie ameat ana ugntest ; Cap, which they teU me just suits his Features, and socks on his "footsies Ribbons of blue tie his sleeves up Bless us ! see here how he heaves up ! ourciy uie lernDie glutton Haunt a paunch worth a button. Nurse, take the fellow I He's drowned me Odor of fresh milk around me See 1 he has deluged my waistcoat, Utterly ruined my best coat. Yiouck 1 onoe again goodness gracious That comes of being voracious. Carry him off to his mother. Tell her I dont want another. Stay for a moment, for maybe I may have been such a baby New-comer Just such as this is, Smothered by virginal kisses, ' Full as admiringly dandled. Full as tenderly handled. ' Wonder if be will it might be Six feet and one in his height be ; Wonder if he there will marry ' Wonder if to him they'll carry Just such a baby as this is, Smothered by young women's kisses, Baby admiringly dandled, . Mannikin tenderly handled ; Wonder Oh, stuff ! let the thing go ! ' I am father, by Jingo I BUSINESS CARDS JOHN CONNER, . . - Lattsv AND Pith and Point. Party ties White cravats. A good floor manager A broom. - Who is the greatest terrifier ? Fire. Cheery cobblers Jolly shoemakers. Doobs have a list-less look in summer. but is Exchange Office, ALBANY, OREGON. Deposits received subject to check at sight. Interest allowed on time deposits in coin. Exchange on Portland. San Francisco and New York for sale at lowest rates. Collections made and promptly remittea. Refers to H. W. Corbett, Henry Falling, W. 8. Ladd. t Banking hours from 8 a. m. to p. iu. Albany, Feb. 1, 1874. 22v6 J. W. BALDWIN, I i Attorney and Counselor at Law. Will practice in all the Courts In the Second, Third and Fourth Judicial Districts, in the SupremeCourt of Oregon, and In the U. S. District and Circuit rn(i Office in Parrteh brick" (up-siairs), in office occu pied by the late N. H. Cranor, rirst trai, Oregon. tolSvfl D. B. RICE, M. D SURGEON AND PHYSICIAN. Office, First-st., Between Ferry and Washington. ' t Residence, Third street, two blocks below or eart of Methodist Chnrcn, AlDany, uregun. t J. C. POWELL. I". FMMM. POWELIi & FLYNN, Attorneys and Counselors at Law, AND SOLICITORS IN CHANCER?, L. Flinn, Notary Public), Albany, Oregon. Collec tions and conveyances promptly attended to. 1 A bad egg is not a choice hard to beat. egg, ' The State of Trade. It is two years and four montlis since but the collapse of 1872 precipitated its gathered effects on the country, and there has been no marked progress made in revival from those effects yet. The event was called a panic, and it was be lieved by many that the country would recover its old position as soon as the pang had passed away ; that credit would be restored ; that a new confi dence-would be diffused through the avenues of trade ; that prices would rise again ; that demand would be strengthened ; that the .colossal fabric of debt which had been accumulating for twelve years would be tided over, in one way or another, and that the country would enter anew on that career of prosperity which had been marked by dividends of 10, 15 and 30 per cent, on all sorts oi well-managed investments, That these things have not taken place that there has been no . general restora tion of confidence and credit ; no gen eral rise in prices ; no speculative de mand for products ; no embarkation of money in new enterprises, and no return of what we took to be an era of pros perity is a fact known te- all. The shock of 1872 has passed, but the pros- ' tration which followed it continues. What was supposed .to be a passing panic proves to have been a general collapse ; and, though we have done something in , the way of recovering from it, the process appears slow to our impatient people, and they wonder when, the old condition ojt things will be restored. It certainly would be a pleasant thing to see Western farmers getting $1.25 for wheat, 50 cents for corn, and $10, all around, for tobacco ; to see new rail roads being built ; to see the iron fur naoes of Pennsylvania, Ohio and other States reopened in full blast ; to see the coal - naners' strikes ended, and the strikers industriously and cheerfully at work at good wages ; to see the thou sands of suffering male and female oper atives in New England busy once more, amid humming spindles and idlers in all parts of the country brought into active employment ; and in due time we shall see all this. But there is a pre liminarv orocess to be gone through be fore the picture is possible and that process we are now experiencing. - The collapse of 1872 was as inevitable a re sult of the turgid prosperity that pre ceded it as debt-paying is of going in debt. ; If a universal going in debt makes prosperity, the era that ended in the fall of 1872 was certainly a prosper ous one -the most strikingly prosperous era, perhaps, that has ever been seen in this country. On the other hand if, as unromantio economists declare, a time of paying debts and squaring up gen erally is an era oi neaitn, our condition just now is one of surpassing salubrity. One is the result of the other, and the two together make up that cycle of busi ness which young men engaged in trade rarely think of, . and - our experienced business men are apt to lose sight of.r &t. jtepuoncan. Recently, whiles mail from England was being distributed at the Postof&ce in Toronto, some of the letters were found to be gnawed, and on investigation a mouse was found in the bag. ; The little fellow had come by mail across the ocean. . t-. . The Minnesota wolves are starving. Where's Bergh ? To produce cowslips in winter Drive your cattle on the ice. A man squeezed a wasp's nest in his hand, recently, thinking it was a sponge, but it wasn't. Take care of your health and wife : they are the two better halves that make man of you. An excellent cure for dyspepsia is this : Give a hungry dog a piece of meat, and chase him till he drops it. When I see people strut enough to be it up into bantam cocks, says Susan Tall, I stands dormant with wonder and says no more. There is no such thing as luck. It's fancy name for being always at our duty, and so sure to be ready when the good time comes. On a woman with red hair who wrote poetry Unfortunate woman ! how sad is your lot I Your ringlets are red, your poems are not. A Mississippi paper says : Chve a negro a spavined mule, a single-barreled pistol, and a brass watch, and you make him supremely happy. ' A fight between a negro boy and a bear, after which a dog will be set upon the bear." All this at Waco, Texas, for the contemptible sum of 50 cents. A brass band has just been organized in Mediapolis, and the inhabitants are flying in wild haste to the grasshopper regions. Burlington Hawlz-Eye. " I haven't taken a drop of liquor for a year," said an individual of questiona ble morals. ' Indeed I but which of your features is to be believed, your lips or your nose?" The American Consul at Naples is often mortified by his countrymen and women calling upon him at the consulate to in quire " when Vesuvius may be expected to give another show?" - Reading in the morning papers that Thalberg had been embalmed by his widow, Muggins remarked that he knew several married men who were kept alive in a pickle by their wives. Two medical societies met in Portland the other day. A car-load of grave-stones also arrived during the day. It is not often that the eternal fitness of things sticks out in this manner. It is said that some time during the present year a party of 100 Englishmen is coming over to this country on a great buffalo hunt. '1st ! TJsh 1 'Ark ! The 'oni of the 'unter in 'eard on the 'ill. Albany Book Store. - JNO. FOSHAY, . , Dealer in . . Miscellaneous Books, School Books, Blank Books, Stationery, Fancy Articles, t;c. Books imported to order at shortest possible no ice. 6i j A. W. GAMBLE. M. D., PHYSICIAN, SURGEON, ' Etc , Office on First St., over Weed's -Grocery Store Residence onnosite lata residence of John C. Men- denhall, near the Foundry, First street, Albany. October xi ltna. Webfoot f.larketl CHARLES WILSON Having leased the Webfoot Market, on First street, adjoining Orsdwohl's. respectfully asks a share of I the public patronage. The market will be kept con stantly supplied with all kinds ot (rean meats, uu ana see. tr The highest cash price paid for Hides. CHARLES WILSON. Albany, August 14, 187A. GEO. R. HELM, Attorney ani Counsellor at Law; ALBANY, OREGON, Will practice in all the Courts of this State. .Office in Fox's Brick Building (up-stairs), First stieet. . ...... v7 '. ALBANY " Foil? M HacMM SIbb, A. F. CHERRY, Proprietor, ALBANY, ' OREGON, " Manufactures Steam Engines Flour and Saw Mill Machinery, Wooa-Worlaiig 14 Agriciiltiiral MacMnery , And all kinds of i Iron and Brass Castings. Particular attention paid to repairing all kinds of I machinery. 1Ta A. CAROTHERS & CO., DEALERS IS DR. GEO. W. GRAY, 3D E jJST T I 8 T Albany, Oregon. Office in Parrish Brick Block, corner First and Ferry streets. Kesiaence, corner rum anu m j i-t?oM. Office hours from 8 to 12 o clock a. m. and 1 to 5 o'clock p. m. 18vg Epizootics Distanced. THE BAY TEAM STILL LIVES, And is flourishing like a green bay tree. Thankful for past favors, and wishing to merit the continu ance of the same, the BAY TEAM will always be ready, and easily found, te do any hauling within the city limits, for a reasonable compensation. t3f- Delivery of goods a specialty. 20t5 . A. N. ARNOLD, Proprietor. W. C. TWEEDALE, Dealer in Groceries, ProTisions, Toteco, Cigars, Cutlery, Crockery, ami Wood and Willow Ware, Albany, Obeoon. fW Call and see him. 24v5 The tYletzler Chair! Can be had at the following places: Harrisburg.. m May Junction City.... Smith m Brasneld Brownsville a Kirk Hume Bslsey..., .... J. M. Morgan Albany V.".V. "- V.V.V. ....... Graf it Collar A full supply can also be obtained at my old shop on First street, Albany, Oregon. ; w . sr rt"TT W fa JU. iXAX A g.AiJ H.J.B0UGHT0N,M.D., GRADUATE OF THE TJNIVEESITY MEDICAL COLLEGE OF NEW YORK, Bellevue Hoep.tal Medical fc Co.'s Drug Store, Al- Drugs, Chemicals, Oils, Paintsr Dyes, Class, Lamps, Etc- All the popular PATENT MEDICINES, FINE CUTLERY,. CIGARS, TOBACCO. NOTIONS, PERFUMERY, And TOILET GOODS. Particular care and promptness given physicians ' nfMMrintjAM &nd family recioes. A. CABOTHEBS b CO. Albany, Oregon. . - - ; vg . GO TO THE BEE-HIVE STORE! TO buy Groceries, Provisions, Notions, &C, &C, &C.,, Cheap for Cash. 'It Coimtr Produce of All Kinds Bonglit For Merchandise or Cash. ard late ncember of College, New York. Office in A. Carothers bany, Oregon. Country-School Oratory. "Solomon Smith. Jr.. step up here. Smith, a stupid-lookini? country boy advanced to the platform, tripped on the step, stood up, and began When General "Make your bow, sir!" interrupted Mr. Whipein. The boy stopped short, made a jerking inclination, and went on : When Gen. Jackson climbed the heights, Here he raised his feet, as if climbing. And tore the starry banner down, Snatching at the air. ' He caught his foot upon a stump. And scraped his foot from toe to crown. During the delivery of the last lines ha put on a most painful expression of countenance, and scraped his hands over his whole person. " Well, done, Solomon," said Mr. Whipem' " go on with the next Terse." "Thar aint no next verse, sir; the amoral comes next. Piles !Piles! Why say this damaging and troublesome com plaint cannot be cured, when so many evidences of success might be placed before yoa every day cures of suDDosed honeless cases T Your physician informs you that the longer you allow the complaint I to exi't. yon lessen your chanoea for relief. Ex- perience has taught this in all eases. f A. Carolers & Co.'s Pile Pills & Ointment Are aU they are recommended to be. Will cure Chronic, Blind and Bleeding Piles in a very short time, and are convenient to wse. This preparation is sent by mail or express to any point within tne United States at $1.60 per package. Address A. uaKUtnctui.c t;u, 27v5 Box 33. Alabaity. Oregon. JOHN SCHMEER, SBALEB TN Well then, give us the moral, six, As we rush upward on our way, Qu .ck hastening o'er the sod. Running from one side of the Plat form to the other. Some little trouble stops our way, And down we fall, by G d !" " Solomon," said Whipem, as soon as he had recovered his breath, "did yon write that?" I "No, sir," whimpered the bov. " Sam Jones wrote it for me. : I gave him two apples for it." xnar, exclaimed. Mr. whipem. "I thought Sam Jones did it : he's at the bottom of every piece of mischief in the county ; wait all 1 ketch him." Schen ectady (iV. r.) Star. t Probabilities of Population. , There are going to be some disAn. pointmente in 1900, if the orators who used to blow about the probability of there being 100,000.000 Inhabitants in this country at that epoch survive to see it. It is easy to fall into the error of supposing that the rapid ratio of increase xu w UOH IUUUUV IS EOUM7 TO lORE lOTAVAr. The presumption is eroinar the rounds, in oicogo, snat, as tne six States of Illi nois, Indiana, Kansas, Minnesota, Ne braska and Wisconsin have now a -norm. lation of--o.700.Q00y and have increased at the rate of 64 per cent, in the last de cade, they will therefore- have a popula tion of 25,000,000 in 1900. But in the light of die lessons of the census and of the constantly decreasing ratio of growth, we should say that these States will feel very self-congratulatory in 1900 if they have a population then as large as they uaa in ibTU. Springfield leepuoiican. Groceiies and Provisions, ALBANY, OREGON, His just opened his new grocery establishment, on Corner of Ellsworth and First Streets, I With a fresh stock of Groceries, Provisions, Candies, j cigars, xouacco. c, to wmcn ne invitee tne atten tion of onr citizens. In connection with the store he will keen a Bakery. and will always have on hand a full supply of fresh ereso, uracjrers, mo. OT Call and see me. '' , JOHN fCHMEEE. February lg - . 94v The Old Stove Depot John Briggs, This is the p'ace to get the Best Bargains Ever Offered Albany. Parties will always do well to call and se for them selves. H. WEED. First Street, Albany, Oregon. save Ye iCjILEB MEXICAN Mustang Liniment Was first known in America. Its merits are new well known throughout the habitable world. It has the oldest and best record cf any Liniment in the world. From the millions upon millions of bottles sold not a single complaint has ever reached ns. As a Healing and Pain-Subduing Liniment it has no equal, it is alike BESEFICIAL TO MAN AND BEAST. Sold by all Druggists. S.T.--I BS0--K. Y OLD Dealer In Homestead Tonic Plantation Bitters Cisi, Farlcr ani Em' Start:-! OF THE BEST PATTERNS. Is a Caliaaya Preparation, composed of . Herbs and Fruita, among purely Veeetabls nark. Hoots. Heme ana r ruits, srouug which will be found SsrsaparilUan. Dandelion, Wild AL80 . Tin, Sheet Iron and Copper Ware, And the usual assortment of Furnishing Goods to ne ootainea in a lin store. Repairs neatly and promptly executed on reason able terms. Short Reckonings Make Long Friends, . Fbokt Stbkbt, Albany. Dee. 8,187. .,- 1 A. WHEEELEE. C. P. EOUGE. O. B. WHEELEB. Cherry, Sassafras, Tansy, Gentian, Sweet Flag, etc.; also Tamarinds, Dates, Prunes and Juniper Berries, preserved in a sufficient quantity (only) of the spirit of Sugar Cane to keep in any climate. . They invsri- aoiy relieve ana cure tne following wapiuun Dyspepsia, Jaundice, Liver Complaints, Loss of Appetite, - neaaacne, auuops a,aca, i, Ague, Bummer Complaints, Hoar Stomach, Palpita tion of the Heart. General Debility, etc They are especially adapted as a remedy lor the diseases to wuicn Are subjected : and as a tonic for the Aged, Feebl , and Debilitated, have no equal. They erei stnotly in tended as a Temperanoe Tonic or Bitters, to be used aa a medicine only, ana always weoruun w directions. ' ... . ; - Sold by all First-Class lbuogists "'. I l m rimATtvr ; A. WHEELER &r BKOUli u auiukx. VP . SHEDD, OREGON, . . FGRWAFJIM ASD COMMISSION ; w. i. beldijStg, IEECEAHTS. ! Dealers in Merchandise and Produce. A good assortment of all kinds of Goods always In store at lowest market rates. Agents for sale of Wagons, Grain Drills, Cider MUU, Cburos, Ac, Ac. CaSH paid for WHEAT, OATS, POBK, BTJT TEB, EGGS, and POULTS If. Who manufactured the first good Broent every made in Albany, has returned Irom California, and located permanently In this city, where he has again commenced the manufacture of all kinds ot Brooms, Brushes, ..AYis;: at his factory on FIBBT BTKEET. at 3 Metaier-s oia stsna, east oi me. be Invites those wishing and secure it ci nun. A'baoy, Oct. 18, 1814. Magnolia Mills. w hrst-claes uroont to cu W. D. BKLDiiS-,,. SvT