Jtrajww t$isitX cklisiibd Kvsa-r midat, by " CH yiTa. .VAN CLEVE, f THE REGISTER BUILDING, Oorncr Ferry and .FW Street. TERMS IX ADVANCE. Oim copy, one your... 50 One onpy, stx months.. I'Mi 1( dubs of twenty, each copy. 00 s;nlo copies Ten wnts Siilxn iilwrs nntsi1 of Linn miinty will Iw rhainwl SO cents mra-K 70 for tbe year-ra tlmt Ih tlio amount of portage per annnm 2T I. we Rre vqnirea'to pay on each paper AjrvMts fbr the Betrlsler. tbfo1lowtnK named irenttrmcn nre author Jel to-rmctve ami receipt for Hntmrrtntton to the ftVvii.sTKR in the localUltw nwii turned : Mfwrs. Kirk & Hinae mnwnorllle. Rntwrt ;in CmvrJbnloviUe. mUu.-; Hnlsey. 0. P. Toinnkin Hrritonrg . IT. CUiuhton JLcwnon. A. Wlim-kir t V 8he1d. Messrs. Smith & Braslieltl. Junctlnn Cltv. 1. It. Irvine ......Sc-lb. !P1uw. 11. Keyiiolds..... Sulem. FRIDAY .. JMRCII 1877. &VER THE JUVER. Over the river tne- shadow erew. Anil the world was fair in the gloaming; Tlie beautiful night came slowly down nere the southern breeze was roaming. TIm hinom ol tlie happy summer-time, 'Xeath the evening mist was sleeping. And tlie wavelets, murmuring soft and low. At our cureless ieet were leaping. The soft wliite clouds in the evening sky, With the sunset's light still shining, Were floating off to tlie distant hill, . So dark 111 the day's declining. Ami down the river, sweet and clear, ' - , . . . a in suti wiifj came nuking, listened in silence how little it knew 1 wo- hearts hnd kept time to its singing. Beyond" the river tlie qniet town I Was faintly shadowed before us. And bright from tlie' tree-tops, dark and hiKh. A single stai shone o'er lis. It's soft light fell in a silvery glow On tlie tremulous breast of tlie river; And we, with. its beauty awake in onr 1 souls. Could linger and watch it forever, Iy soul is weary and sad to-night, i With thoughts that are past controlling; I look in the blaze of tlie soft lire-light. And see the waters rolling. I he;tr tlie- blast sweep over tlie way, I Wfiuru the branches bend ami quiver Tn f be cruel breath of the wintry eve, That gathers over the river. I cannot join in the merry song. That your happy heart" is singing. But rather dream of tlie lonely bird. It's way through tlie shadows winging. I cannot laucy 'tis Summer again. Through tlie chill of the wintry weatlier. For the cliange tliat has wearily clouded tlie clays yince we sat by tlie river together. "WHICH FOB WHOr A dozen men journalists, hunters, Indian-fighters and miners sat around a camp-fire on the trail to Dead wood. Soft rlakea of snow sailed in eccentric course through the night air, and linallv settled down into the spluttering fire or upon the add earth, I There were other men on the trail be fore and behind. Men rush wherever the precions metal is discovered. There were broken wagons, dead horses, and human skeletons alocg every mile of the trail, and fierce-eyed Indians looked tint from every ravine and down upon travelers from every hill. Tlie dozen gathered closer as dark ness shut down and tlie snow-Hakes eame latter, and by-and-by an old man said, at it speaking to himself : "Custer went in to kill. It was an awful thing to do to rush 300 men down npou 5,000 reds, but he did it, and meant to win. No other man will ever take such cliances." And yet one was near by who meant to take greater chances. So cat-like was his step that he almost entered eamp before the sentinels saw him. He was a giant tn size, and as he halted where the light of ibe fire shone full in ' liis face, three or four men uttered ex clamations of surprise and horror. r There was blood on the stranger's face ; blood on his great rough hands blood over his clothing clew down to his boots. It was a terriWe sight, and yet, as if something further was needed, tlie stranger turned his back to the men, : and- they saw that an attempt had been made to scalp him. "Water food !" he whispered as he looked from face to face. Both were given him, and after drink ing a full quart of water, he grasped a luat ot bread ana a bunk 01 meat, and tore them with his teeth as a wolf would have done. By and by, when his hun ger had been somewhat appeased, he said : , , "It happened off this way, nigh to twenty mile. I lust the trail somehow, and the red devils- swooped down at noon on me to-day. Tlie old woman atid fi ve children were in the wagon. There were lorty or fifty red's, and it wasn't three minutes before the hull family was dead all but me!" His eyes blazed with fury ; lie seemed -to grow in height, and, casting the rem nants of food into the fire, he fiercely shouted: "Think of the old woman having ber brains beaten out by the fiends ! Think of the children being hauled out'n tlie wagon and scalped and stabbed and their throats cut from ear to ear ! Come on come with me!" He leaped over the fire and bounded away into the darkness, but presently returned and said in calmer voice: "I fit, ot course. It was which for who, but tliey were fifty to one. I drove them from the corpses. I clubbed 'era off with my rifle, but they were too many. They sbofi ,' and stabbed me j tbep run me to the hills ; thej have hunted me all the afternoon." ..The giant trembled like a- leaf, and the fresh blood ran from his wounds and trickled down in red paths over his iieck and cheeks and clothing. The 1 leader of the party tried to soothe him, promising aid as soon as daylight came, ibut the stranger waved his arras and j ennui out : -. "What can you do ? The wolves are I feeding on' my wile and children to night; their scalps are back in the hills with the Indian devils ! Can you bring life back to them t Give me a gun and an ax.?' No one moved' for two or three- sec ond, being spellbound by his wild look and words, and the stranger picKea a cavalry- carbine and its box ot cart- 1 ridges, seized tlie light az u-ed about the camp-fire, and in another minute was lost sight of in the darknesrcaUing back, as his step was-lost to hearing : "It is which tor who !"' ' Next day, about mid-afternoon, the party came upon two dead Indian po nies, lying between the trail and the foot-hills to the right. A few yards further on was a great stain of bloods on the two inches of snow covering the grass. A warrior had fallen here and been carried ofFby his comrades. There was the trail of a white man on foot, heading for the foot-hills, but moving slowly, and there were plain traces that the man had hailed every tew rods to aso his weapons. All along the trail were the hoot tracks of ponies, and an old hunter shook his liead aud said : "It is the man who left our camp last night. Hack thar is whar the reds fust sighted him, and he stood in his tracks and killed two ponies and one ifjuiu There was a gang of forty or titty reds, and the white man moved to get among the hills and have fair play. Jist look thar!?r Fifteen or twenty rods ahead were three dead ponies, lying close together. The band of redskins had made a charge upon the lone man at this point, and he had met them bravely. The snow told every thing. Standing in his tracks, aud not lifting a foot except to wheel around, he had whipped the whole gang! There were three dead ponies within a hundred feet of the white man's position, and again the snow was crim soned with two great patches of blood where the warriors had fallen. "Great God ! but how he fit f whis pered tlie old hunter, as he saw how tlie snow had been trampled down: "but they wounded him here." So tliey had. He had retreated slow ly, seeming to have no fear, and along his trail was a track of blood. Tlie first hills were a mile away, and straight for the hills ran the bloody path through tlie snow. There were no rounds of conflict no red demons in sight. "Which for who" had met them early in the morning, and the tragedy had been played before the sun was two hours old. Again between the three dead ponies and the first hill the white man had been charged by the full band. They had circled around him and then charged at a common center. One lone man, armed with a carbine and an ar, was that center. Thirty, forty, perhaps fifty to one. and yet he had not weakened in the least. On the right was a dead pony, on the left two crimson spots in the snow. Ahead toward the hill a horse had fal len and struggled np, and half a dozen trails ot blood could be counted. The Indians had given away, and at a slow pace the white man bad resumed his journey. "You will see a Bight to make your tlesh crawl, over in the hills!" whisper, ed the hunter, and the party slowly ad. vanced. The lone man had not harried his pace. Tlie yelling, howling, whooping redskins galloping around him, firing upon him and sure of his scalp, had not shaken his nerve. Over the hill, across a little valley, op a ravine, and there was the end. Tlie white man could go no further, and there he stood at bay. "May the Lord have mercy on him," gasped a miner, as the little band looked over tlie field ot battle. There were dead and wounded ponies ; there were blood patches on the snow, and fonr In dians, stark and stiff, were lying to one side, the survivors not having horses enough to carry off all their dead. At the head of the ravine the snow had scarcely a color except red. The redskins had charged in a body, and, dropping his carabine when the last cartridge was gone, the lone man had used his ax with terrible effect. They bad shot him and struck him with their tomahawks, and when life went out he had more wounds than could be count ed. There he lay, the ax still clutched with a giant's grip, his eyes wide open, his body covered with wounds, and be fore him was a record to prove a more terrible nght than Casters. He bad killed more than a dozen savages and twice as many ponies, and each pony had left the around carry ina a double Dura en ot wounded and perhaps dead savages. And the wolves bad come down and tore the flesh from the bones of the dead, and soon there would be nothing left to tell the passerby the sto ry of the terrible battle of one lone white man against fifty' blood-thirsty savages. - -' " - " - -:- ; ' er 1 r ' WlIF.V AND How TO Kit TTstTt-r When fruit does harm it is because it is eaten at improper time?, in improper quantities, or before it is ripened and fit for the human stomach. A riMtiiumiah- ed physician has said that if his patients wouia maice a pracuee ot eating a couple of cood oranses fasfuM Imk&rf mm February to Jane, his practice would lire. x in pniKini TU IS WIBfc WO do not eat enough of fruit tl iHft. WA in. jure its finer qualities with sugar ; that we uiuwii uiem in cream, we neea the medicinal artion f th nnm fmU. acids in our system, and their cooling, corrective inuuence. Medical Jour nal. A substitute for gunpowder has been invented in England, in the shape of i . - j . . . . . pa pur unpregTrovea witn a cnemicai compound of chlorate of potash, nitrate of potash, prussiate of potash and chro- tnate ot potash, coupled with a little powdered charcoal and tinder. The paper is rolled around these latter in the desired sizes for cartridges. The advantage o tiered are that no danger ot explosion exists except by actual con tact with fire ; the interior of the arm is not soiled ; less smoke and less rebound are made - than with gunpowder, and less damage takes place from humidity. Very satisfactory trials have been made ot the new material. WASTES WAUK. "Tammy," observed a Nelsoa Street mother to her sou, a youth of thirteen years, "you must ent seme wood for the front parlor stove. Air. Crawford eomes to-night." Mr. Crawford a yonng nan who is keeping company"" with Fanny. Tom my's sister. The time was a Wednes day evening. Tommy had been skat ing since- school,, and was now anxioasly awaiting', his supper, So this announce ment came upon- him with a very disav greeaoie iorce. "Is that old' rooster com in' are mid here to-night?" he impetuously in quired. "i nomas: cneu nis moiner, in a voiee of horror. Thomas having- eased his mind some, what of the burden, proceeded to- the wood-pile without further remark. He was not m good humor as he looked around for the axe, and articles foreign, to the search were moved about with careless haste. "This is a regular dog's Efe-," he moodily ejaculated. "First it's Sunday night, an' then it's Wednesday night, an' then it'e Friday night, an every little while an extra night thrown in. I don't see what's the use ot a girl aboat the house. It 1 ve got to cut wood every time that fellar comes I'll know the reason why. I won't be pat on like this. I amt going to be made a pack mule of. by George, for all the Crawford's and Fannys on earth. It's all nice enough tor them to be in there toastin their shins air act in' sickisb. but I notice that I've got to do all the work. It s played out, by Jinks! I ain't that kind of a hair-pin. I'd just like somebody to tell me," lie added, looking around for the person in ques tion, "how much of the candy an oran ges an' other things that Fanny gets that I get, Not one whiff, by gracious ! not one single, solitary whiff. An' here I chop wood for her an' him night after night, an if it wasn't for me they'd shake all their teeth outer their heads. Oh, they are a sweet-scented pair, they are." Closing his remarks with this gloomy observation on his sister and her com pany he worked away at the wood un til the necessary amount was prepared. About seven o'clock Mr. Crawford's knock sounded at the door. Fanny's mother was to have let him in, but Tommy volunteered his services. He escorted tlie young gentleman into the front room, and then backing himself against the door, he pointed to tlie stove, which was throwing out a most welcome heat, and then sternly in quired : "Is that what you call a good fire?" "les, indeed" said 31 r. Crawford. rubbing his hands gratefully. "Ah !" observed I ommy, 111 a tone of relief, although his face scarcely relaxed the severity ot its expression V.M1 couldn't very well get along in here wiiuoui a. lire, couiu you . "Hardly." "I s'pose not. Now who do yon s'pose made that fire ?" "Why I I suppose why I don't know," said Mr. Crawford, apparently embarrassed by the question. "No ? Well , I can tell yon. I made that fire. I cut the wood for it I cut the wood and make every fire you have here. I've been doing it all the while you've come here, and you and Fanny have set by it an' toasted yourself and ate candy and sucked oranges. Yon and Fan have had all the comfort of it, and I've done all the work every bit of it, and not one smell of them candies and oranges have I bad, not a living smell." The unhappy boy knit his eyebrows and instinctively clinched his hands. Scarcely le? s disturbed was Fanny's young man. He glanced uneasily from the tire-arm to the stove. lint he made no reply. He waited apprehensively tor what was to follow : "I'll bet you've got a pound of assort ed candies in your clothes this minute, for Fan." :.t & . '1 , This came so directly in the form of an interrogation that Mr. Crawford un hesitatingly nodded. "So I thought," pursued Fanny's brother. "Now I want to tell you that if this fire business is carried on by me, there will have to be a different arrange ment of awards. If not, you can come up here and cut your own wood. Will you divy on them candies?" "Why, these are for Fanny." "Yes, that I know," said Tommy grimly. "When I see you come np here again I shall expect to see you lugging an axe over your shoulder." Mr. Crawford looked aghast. "But, Tommy," he expostulated, ''you won't go back on me like that ? . I'll pay you good for doing it." 'Ohl What will you pay?" , "Fifty cents a week." "Hope to die?" "Yob," said Mr. Crawford, very eagerly. Then I'm just your cheese," said the 9 . , , , if a 1 youui, if jo nam lines 1 suing entirely out of his face. There's nothing mean about me; but I don't want to go along in the dark. I his thing had to be set tled one way or aoother, for it was eat. ing the life out of me. But now that it is fixed, you'll find me up to the mark every time, and if I don't make that stove rare right up on its hind lees. I'm a bald-headed leper without any pedi gree. . And with a flourish expressive of the deepest earnestness, he stalked out of toe room. Business prospects in St. Louis have been much improved since the Congres sional Committee agreed on their report. The apple woman at the Commercial Exchange reports ber receipts increased by fully 7 cents a day, and a prominent citizen residing up on Chouteau Avenue told a bov who wanted to sell him unmn soap, matches, suspenders, and yeast- canes w can again in a week or two. -trie eauors are overjoyed, and their fair. lar?ie ears no longer li limn umn their shoulders, but stand up erect aud trim, aa fence-pickets. Chicago 2'rib- une. BIMtac Ball- A Mbetefc. Oar special artist who went north last summer for the purpose, sat on the point of the Big Horn and sketched Sitting Bull. The fine steel engraving made from his sketeh we show here with r " I The above is the exact likeness of Sitting Bull, who is the boss ingin. Of Mr.. Sitting Bull's earry history, but little is known, though it is very probable that he was brought p in the backwoods some ways back. When he was a boy he did not have the advantages of either free schools or lunches, and he always served himself instead of the Lord, whenever he got the chance; ' He most always got the chanee. Old man Sitting Bull gave him a lit tle red paint and his blessing, which was all he had for a start in life. He ran around naked and chased the fleet footed antelope ; but a fellow couldn't run around naked in this neighborhood tor five minutes, although they call it a free country. Sitting Bull was a child of nature, and lived on apiece of rising ground called the Big Horn Mountains. He is the only game man who ever parted his hair in the middle. We have seen handsomer men than Sitting Bull, but none that were cut out better for wear and tear especially a tare. But good looks ain't what Sitting Bull brags on. If Sitting Bull had to live his life over again he would doubtless improve many lost opportunities; but there wouldn't be half as many Indian agents in good health. And then we'll bet five to one that S. I, would draw a bigger crowd than Beecber. And crowds are what counts. The biggest crowd S. B. ever drew at one meeting, was last fall. Perhaps. you have heard ot it. It was on the liosebud. The biggest crowd Beecher ever drew was nigh onto two years ago. Per haps you have heard of that. It wastt on the liosebud. It was at a court house. Like all men ot genius, Sitting Bull loves whisky. If it wasn't tor men of genius whisky would be borne to blush unseen, even at ten cents a blush. A real Ingin can hide a heap ot whisky, or most anything else; but they always find it again, especially the whisky. V hisky and warm weather are about all a Ingin wants, but even hell would be a resting place, if it had a low tem perature and good society. Josh Billings says all good Inginscie young ; but there ain't a grave digger in the Li uited states who ever saw a dead young Ingin. It heaven . has to rely on good Ingins for angels, there ain't more'n one angel to two hundred and fifty million square miles. We could say more about Sitting Bull, but they say "talk about the devil and he will appear." We wouldn't have Sitting Bull appear in Cheyenne until the walking is better, tor half our interest in the Presidential election. Cheyenne Leader. Haunted Ground The Lafayette Courier of January 9th is responsible for the following story : Not long since, as Mr. Thomas Mel son, living in Chehalem valley was re turning home from this place, in broad daylight, he saw something, as he says, resembling a kite ar:se from the ground only a tew feet, in advance of him. When it had got a few feet above the ground it sailed along in front of him some distance when it diappeared as mysteriously as it had arisen. All who know Tom well know that he is not easily frightened, nor was he this time, but on the contrary he plunged his spurs into his horse and endeavored to overtake the the something but it out traveled him and soon vanished. This occurred a short distance this side ot Mr. Jake Williamson's residence. It is not the first mystical thing that has been seen iu that locality. At two dif ferent times a man has been seen lying, in the road and was run over by a wag on the rise and fall ot the wheel being distinctly felt and when the occupants alighted to see what it meant there was nothing there. At other times some thing white resembling a man, has been seen riding at a break-neck speed. Other times it has taken tlie form of a sheep. Some men whose courage can not be donbted are reported having seen this something near this place. A ; remarkable feat of surgery was performed upon Gen. David Barrett, ot Whitehall, N. Y aged 79 years. Ten years ago he was injured by falling up on a pile ot boards, and a splinter ot wood was extracted from his side. At periods since then he has suffered severe pains in his kidney, which were ascribed to overwork. Recently he was taken with more violent pains in the organ named, aud an investigation showed the presence of a foreign substance. An ircision disclosed the bead of a ten-penny nail, and further nse ot the scalpel showed the surgeon that the nail was imbedded in the old man's kidney, and that mortification bad set in. The only chance ot saving the patient's life was t-xcisibp ol the' organ, -wfcich was successfully TJwee, and, notwithstanding bis advanced age, Gen. Barrett has made rapid and sure progress toward recovery. - -.- , ... Says an exchange : "Any family man who says he is too poor fo take a newspaper -should be indicted ot ob taining a family under false pretences.? CVBTOr MARK. A Utile Stry that Mi IUa WlUi be SfcMur Teld. It was a horrible scar. Commencing at the roots of the hair, just over the left temple, it ran down across the face to right hand corner ot the mouth, the flesh had closed together in a great ridge, and the nose seemed to have been shortened half an inch by the process ot healing. The man with the scar sang two or three 6ongs, and then passed his cap around for pennies. "Did a blow of an Injun's tomma- hawk do that?" He replied, "No7 sir ; I got that cut down in Old Virgin ia, durin the war 1xut the time it looked as if Jeff Davis was the biggest patriot in the country." "You were in the cavalry ?' "You bet I was! 1 smashed np so many horses that I was owing the Con federate Government $400,000 when it collapsed. If Bhe hadn't collapsed I'd been forced into bankruptcy." He chock led, and raised his hat so as to reveal the scar in all its hideousness, and continued : "1 don't believe a tommahawk could leave a scar like this. It takes a good sharp sabre to spoil a man's face so that he daru't look in the glass or have his photograph taken. A Yank slashed me, of course, but who do you suppose it was? You couldn't guess to save your neck, and so I'll tell It was Cns ter, that long-haired dare-devil Yankee general, who used to ride around with blood in his eyes and an extra sabre in his teeth. He thought he'd done for me when he gave me this lick, but he didn't know our family." "How was it?" "It was down at Travi'Ioan Station. He was raiding around with a lot of J cavalry, and our folks got him in a box. Somehow we got around him on all sides, and we had cavalry, infantry and artillery. We were two to one, and had him fairly coppered, and by all de cent rules of warfare he ought to have flung out the white flag, and handed over his sabre, and politely said ; Boys you've got the grapevine twist on me arid 1 cave. We expected it but blast him ! He didn't do any such thing. No sir. He massed his troopers, and gave 'em to understand that it was 'hell or home,' and the whole ca poodle of 'em come fur us on the gallop, bands play ing, flags flying and troopers yelling like wild Injuns, our batteries plaved ou 'em from a dozen hills ; oar infantry tusiladed 'era good aud 6trong, and our troopers got the word to charge." "Durn ray buttons but wasn't it a hot fight ! We were all mixed up bul lets flying, sabres hacking, men yelling, hqrses neighing, everybody shouting; and it was a devil's dance all round. T heard a Yank shouting orders, as if he was some big gun or other, and I work ed up to him through the smoke. It was Custer, I had seen him before, and I knew what a fighter he was. I pushed right up to him, gave my old sabre a twist and a cnt, and off weut his head 1" lie looked up with a wicked twinkle in his eyes and added : "In a horn! I rose in my stirrups and struck at him with force euough to cut clean down to the saddle, but he parried the blow, leaned over, I saw a flash, and the next thing I knew I had been. Fin the hospital tor two weeks, and the surgeons were trying to look into ray boots through this sabre cut in my face. I was a whole year getting over it, and then I looked so handsome that I was turned over to the home guards for the rest oi the war. Some times 1 feel like suicide, and again I don't care. I don't bear no grudge agin Custer for the slash, bnt he might just as well have put his cheese knife through me as to have given me this X his mark,' to lug around. And that's what ails tlie old red, and that's how I feel." JV. Y. Times. The Fearful Ride ok a Tkamp. He boarded a train at Omaha, and after having been ejected from several trains, he reached Green River. Here the train men became more vigilant, aud the dead-head saw that he must find a very secure hiding place. Accordingly, while the train men were busy, he crawled into the fire box of a stationary engine that was standing on a flat car, and which was oing through to San Francisco. Soon after the train started some one shut the engine door, and the man was a prisoner. He could not sit down, and could barely turn around, and in this way he rode for tour days and nights, without a mouthful of food or drink, excepting a few crackers he had in his pockets. When the train ar rived at Verde, Nevada, a distance ot nearly 900 miles from Green River, he attracted the attention of the conductor by scratching on the inside of the en gine with his finger-nails. He was lib erated almost dead with cold and hun- Ser- . Drink. From a speech by J. J. Talbott, who recently died drunk in Elkhart, Ind. : "I had a position high and holy. The demon tore from around me the robes of my sacred office and sent me forth churcbless and godless, a very hissing and by-word among men. Afterward my voice was heard iu the courts. But the dust gathered on my open books, and no footfall crossed the threshold of the drunkard's office. I had money ample for all necessities, bnt it went to teed the coffers of the devils Which possessed me. I had a home adorned with all that wealth and the most exquisite taste could suggest. The devil crossed its threshold and the light faded from its chambers. And thus I stand, a clergyman without a church, a barrister without a brief, a man with scarcely a friend, a soul without a hope all swallowed up in the maelstrom ot drink. "It may all be very well, Mr. Hen ry," said John's wile the other day, "to stay out half the night working for the glorious Republican cause ; but if the Republican party left that long yellow hair and that big grease spot on your now black vest, it ain't the kind of an organization that I take it for." UTTER IK raAMCC If onr dairvmen netA a - ppene'i lesson which speaks volumes i.j Hiiro woras, nere is one at the head of this article. Butter is actually brought from France and sold by New York dealers. This is because there is an actual scarcity of good butter in the market, put up in an attrative Bhapetor small consumers. We know that one dairyman gets $1 15 a pound for his products, another $1, and another 75 cents the year round, at his dairy door, it is easily seen that it will pav to bring butter across the ocean from France, if it is only good and shapely enough to suit the fastidious purchasers who will have something nice, whatever it may cost. All this butter is made from choice cows, choicely ted on clean sweet food ; the milking is done in the clean est manner. The milk is handled as carefully as though it was nectar, the cream is churned with clock and ther mometer, the butter is worked with skill, and is made np in shapely cakes, which do not require to be cut when brought to the table, Compare then, this cake hard, golden yellow, sweet, fragrant and tempting to all the senses with an unsightly chunk, which is cut out of a greasy keg, and smells ot old age and rancidity, and is made from ill-kept cream from cows filthily lodged and carelessly milked, aud churned any how, and the difference is easily ac counted for. A7". Y. Tribune. IHiat For Aal la Winter. Tl e almost indispensable necessity of an ample supply of dnst for animals in winter, is understood by very few stock growers. All sorts of animals delight in a 'dnst bath. Chickens who have easy and continual access to it will nev er be troubled with vermin, either in their houses or on their bodies. Cattle delight to stand in a dusty road, scrap, ing it np with their fore-legs and fling ing it all over their backs. The cheap est and most effectual cure for lice on cattle is to scatter a quart: of perfectly dry dust along the spine, from the horns to the tail. In Winter, when they can not get it, many animals become cover, ed with vermin. The writer has a rain, tight wagon-shed, with strips eight inches wide nailed close to the ground on three sides, into which halt a dozen wheelbarrow loads ot dust are placed every Fall. Here the poultry delight to wallow and roll in the sun. It is also kept and used on all other stock at stated intervals, and no vermin ot any sort is ever seen on any of them. This is at once tlie most certain remedy for these pests, while the stock thrives by being supplied with what they crave, aud what in a state ot nature they would surely supply themselves with, but which they cannot when restrained and tied np in yards aud stables. Prairie Fanner. Pocking Oil on the Waters. During a severe storm off the Cape of Good Hope, the captain of the King Centric, 1,400 tons, determined to make a trial of throwing oil upon the water. Two canvas clothes bags were obtained and into each two gallons of fine cil was poured, the bags being punctured 6lightly, and flung one over each quar ter in tow of the vessel. The effect was magical ; the waves no longer broke over the poop and sides of the ship, but several yards away where the oil had spread itself over the surface and around the poop in the wake of the vessel, was a large circuit of calm water. The erew were thus able to repair the dam age with greater ease, and the ship was relieved from tremendous shocks she had previously received from the heavy seas. The two bags lasted two days, after which, the wont fury of the gale having expended itself, no more oil was used. Fatk ok the Apostles. Matthew is supposed to have suffered martyr dom, or was slain iu the city ot Ethio pia. Mark was dragged through the streets of Alexandria, iu Egypt, till he expired. John was put into a boiling cauldron at Rome, but escaped death. He died a natural death at Ephesus, in Asia. James tlie Great was beheaded in Jerusalem. James the less was thrown from a pinnacle and beaten to death. Phillip was belieaded. Andrew was crucified and pounded while 8ying. Bartholomew was skinned alive. Thomas was run through with a lance. Judah was shot to death with ar rows. Simon Peter was crucified. Mathias was stoned. . . Barabas was stoned to death. Paul was beheaded by the tyrant Nero, at Rome. In the House of Lords, Lord Derby gave details regarding the extradition controversy. He said the difficulty arose becanse . America intimated she would try Lawrence who was extradit ed tor another offense than the one named under the treaty, if the first failed. America communicated in An (rust that she nnvnr ititAiutut Lawrence for the second offense. Thn British government, therefore, while maintaining the construction it adopt ed, felt there was no reason for longer suspending the operation of the treaty, and the surrender of Brent the Louis, ville forger, was unconditional because the ndi Lions were not required. Ar rangements are continuing, as before the negotiations now pending, for a new treaty. He was a redheaded boot-black, and had finished putting "a shine" on a No. 83 boot., hang to the end of a Cin cinnati! drummer's leg. He spit a pint of tobacco juice into his blackinz-box, took off his coat, grabbed his brush, knelt down and shouted "Change cars. The fellow put hie footv npon the boy and held him there until he was so weak he couldn't speak, and then went off down the alley to wade in the mud with the foot that had . the shine on it. JOB PRINTING. When yew wish Posters. Visiting Cards. Business Cards. Dill Heads. Letter Heads Envelopes. 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