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DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE BEST INTERESTS OF OREGON.
YOL. 111.
OREGON CITY, OREGON, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1877.
NO. 6.
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THE ENTERPRISE.
A LOCAL newspaper
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SOCIETY NOTICES
OREGON LODGEt No. 3, I. O. O. F.
Muts every Thursdav Evening, atrr-,,;.
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Main Street. Members of the Order -Tfri-ra
invited to attend.
Uy order cf N. O.
REBECCA DEGREE LODGE, No. 2,
i. . j. r ., meeiB on i,ie second and t
fourth Tue-dny Evenimn of each month,
it 1! o'clock, in the Odd Fellows' Hall .5"
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the First and Third Tuesday of each month,
litrinri-hs iu good Maudiu are invited to
ttt'iiJ.
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toib of September. I'.r. thren in ooj standiu aro
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BUSINESS CARDS.
WARREN H. DAVIS, Kl. D.,
riiysiviaia and urgeoaa,
viraiius'.- of the LUiveraityof Pennsylvania.
Offji-e at Cliff Hol-bk.
CHARLES KNIGHT,
CVXBY, OREGON,
riijsioiats aaid Wi'iaggisl.
iTPr.i.Tiptiong carefully filled at short notice
jn.-tt'
PAUL BOYCS, SJ. D.f
Physician aaal .Sssrgeois.
uukoon City, Obf.hos.
ChroLic Diseases and Diteasrs nf Women a:id
tilidrvn a specialty.
Office Flours day and night; always rcr.dv wheu
JUtJcllUs- ' a:i-2:-.."'7Ctf
DR. JOHN WELCH,
BEXTTST.
OFFICE IN OREUO.V CITY OREGON.
Higli.st cash price paid for County Orders.
JOHNSON & McCOWW,
ATTORNEYS sad COUNSELORS AT LA
OREGON CITY, OREGON.
Will practice in ail thf fnri, r.r ,
s , . , , ' "'.i.i . ' . 1.1': oiDic.
StSM Und u;lice at Oregon City.
in the United
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L. T. BARIN,
ITTOKSKY AT LAW,
JIiGON CITY, OREGON.
W-U practice in all the Courts of the Statu,
novl, '75-tf
W. H. HICH FIELD,
Oae door N.jrtli nf r..,v it.h
1S,
I. HT- CITY, Ut:i.V
6eth Th,... ... . ' t -lies. Jewelry, and
fh'r-. welry.,
-"rrauttil to be as rr(..n..,i - ijft
... "eignt Clocks, ill nf v.i.-h V
JOHNlrBACON,
BOOKS, STATIONERY.dllr
PICTrilE FRAMES. MOULDINGS AND MISCEL
LANEOUS GOODS.
'K A 71 US JIAtK T OIEDI.U.
Oiieqox Citv. Oregon.
"At the Tost Office, Main Street. Avcst side.
novl, '".l-tf
J. R. GOLDSMITH,
Collector and J&Iicaloa
PORTLAND. OUEGON.
C!7"Btst of references given. det'2.V77
HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL,
Hub, So I.es, ISims,
OAK, AH AND HICKORY PLANK.
NORTHRl'l
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A- THOMI'SOX,
ToitlanJ, Orppm.
J. H. SHEPARD,
HOOT AND SHOE STOISK,
.One door North of Ackerman Bros.
Boots and Shoes made and repaired a cheap
a eneapem. novl, 5 tf
MILLER, CHURCH & CO.
Vf D k V WUV DTfltirCT DDTHF FflD WUV k m
I i ill mil muuuoiimuD xuu hiil-hi
- At all times, at the
; OREGON CITY MILLS,
nd have on hand FEED and FLOUR to sell, at
"Mrkvt rates. Parties desiring Feed must furnish
:h, . novl2-tf
A. C. WALLI IMG'S
Pioneer ISook JSindery
rittk g Building, cor. of Stark and Front Sts.,
POUTLAXD, UKEtiO..
BOOKS RULED AND BOUND TO ANY
j-uired pattern. Music Books, Magazines,
kaoplp:1' ttc- b"und in every variety of style
.Ja..to tlie trade. Orders from the country
.-puy atwnded to. novl. "75-tf
Brecon city brewery.
"4Hn (pn,rch"eJ Xhe ve Brewerv.Sa
VH1 to manufactBro a jfo. lU5i
ea?, MGER BEER,
erttfrir ulD6i inywhete in the State.
Uoited and promptly filled. 1
"TALL ME XOT DEAU."
BY B. TT. GILDER.
Call xuu not dead when, I, Indeed, have gone
Into the couix'any of the ever-living
High and most glorious poets ! Let thankagiving
Rather be mado. Say " He at last hath won
Rest and release, converse supreme and -wise,
Musi; and song and light of immortal faces;
To-day, perhaps, wandering in starry places,
He hath met Keats, and known liim by his eyes.
To-morrow (who can say?) ShaVspeare may pass,
And our lost friend ju9t catch one syllable
Of that tUree-c.nturied wit that kept so wtdl,
Or Milton, or Dante, looking on the grass.
Thinking of Beatrice, and listening stillj
To chanted hymns that sound from the heavenly
hill." Scribncr for yortmbrr.
i roo7
1JY CONJ.TASC FKNXIMOEK VtOHMOS.
Let us spread the sail for purple islands,
Far in undiscovered seas ;
Let us track the glimmering Arctic highlands
Where no breath of man. no leaf of trees.
E'er has lived. " So speak the elders, telling
By the hearth, their list of fancies througb,
needless of tho child whose heart is swelling.
Till he cries ct last, "I too! I too! "
And I tco, O Father ! Thou has made me
I have lite, and lire must have its way;
Why should love and gladness be gainsayed me?
Why should shadows cloud my little day?
Naked Bouls weigh in thy balance even
Houls of kings are worth no more than mine
Why are thy gil'U e'en to my brother given.
While my heart and I together pine ?
Meanest things that breathe have, with no axking,
Fullest joys; the one day's buttertiy
Finds its rose, and in the sunshine basking.
Has the whole of life ere it doth die.
Dove, no sorrow on thy heart is preying;
With thy full contentment thou doth coo;
Yet, must man cry lor a dove's life, saying,'
Make me a dove I too! I too! "
Nay, for something moves within a spirit
Rises in its breat. he feels it stir;
Soul joys greater than the dove inherit
Should be bis to feel; yet, why defer
To a next world's vailed and far to-morrow
All bis longings for a present bliss?
Stones of faith are hard ; oh, could he borrow.
From the world's great stores, one taste for this!
Hungry stands he besides hs empty table.
Thirsty waits besides bis empty well
Nor, with all bis striving, is be able
One Juil joy to catch where hundreds swell
In his neighbor's bosom; see he sifteth
Once again his poor life through and through
Finds but anh.es. Is it strange he litteth
Up his cry, "O Lord, I too! I too! "
NELLIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE.
BY EMMA GARRISON JONES.
Christmas Mas near at Land, and they
were vtry busy at "Walnut Hill. The
house was filled with company, and
there was a great deal of work to do.
I Nellie had been on her litfle feet ever
j since sunrise. Sho was very tired, and
ill, too, with something worse than
I mere bodily ailment, hopeless, lieart
j broken sorrow.
1 Little Nellie was an orphan. Years
before, when she was so young she
could only dimly remember the sad
event, her father Lad died. They lived
in the heart of a great city at the time.
But being left very poor, and in feeble
health, the widow was led, by the liope
of obtaining respectablo employment,
and tho expectation of finding an old
friend, to remove to the neighborhood
of Walnut Hill.
The friend she hoped to find was iu
his grave, and as the place afforded her
employment, having no alternative but
to supxort herself and her child by con
stant labor, sho settled down and went
to work, doing plain sewing for the
shops in the village.
Years drifted by, and tho widow toil
ed patiently and uncomplainingly, and
little Nellie grew up a happy, promising
child.
She and her mother wero all in all to
each other. During the day they were
inseparable, and at n'ght they slept in
each other's arms.
One night, a night that Nellie in all
her after life forgot, the child was roused
by her mother's voice, "Nellie, Nellie,
get up and liqIit the candle, my dar-
lin-" , . - ,
The child obeyed, something in her
mother's voice filling her little heart
with vague terror. She brought the
light near to the bedside, and, seeing
her mother's face, cried out in wild an-
.guish:
"Oh! Mamma, what is the matter?"
"Come closer, my little girl, and
don't be frightened; let mo clasj) you in
mv arms, darling! There now, I'll tell
you what it is, Nellie. My last hour
has come; I am dying, my child."
Nellie's cry filled the silent night
with piteous echoes.
"Hush, my love," panted tLe dying
mother, struggling hard fcr power to
speak. "Y'ou will not be left to perish.
Tho Father of the fatherless will have
you in nis tender care, my little Nell.
Tho loving ! athcr, who cares even lor
the young sparrows, will care for you.
"When I am gone, Nellie, somo one will
be raised up to befriend you. Y'ou have
heard me speak of my dear friend, Mrs.
Goldthwaite; if you could only find her,
Nellie! But, alas, I have not heard of
her for years! Bat there's a letter; I
wrote it when I was ill before; you will
find it under the cover of my Bible,
Nellie! It is addressed to my dear
friend, Alice Goldthwaite. If by any
chance you ever hear of her. send that
letter, and she will be your second
mother. You won't forget, Nellie?"
"No, Mamma, I won't forget."
Then there was silence. Tho labor
ing breath became slower, the white
face more ghastly. Nellie shrieked
aloud in her terror and agony.
"Mamma, Mamma, tell me what to
do!"'
"lou can do nothing, mv darling 1
Only kiss me. Jsellie. Oh! Father in
Heaven, into Thy tender hands I com
mit my fatherless child!"
And that was the end. The white
lips spoko no more. Nellie's mother
was dead.
Nellie was now wholly friendless.
But Mrs. Hathaway, of Walnut Hill,
being in need of a girl to look after her
bby, offered her a home. Nellie had
no choice bnt to accept the offer.
For a long, weary year, she had lived
there, until that wintry afternoon, which
opens our story. A little maid of all
work, doing any and everything that
came to hand, and receiving small
thanks and encouragement, and smaller
P"J-
"Take Eobbie into the library, Nel
lie, while Jane tidies up the nursery,"
commanded Mrs. Hathaway; "and be
sure you don't let him get into mis
chief." Nellie obeyed. Robbie was a restless
little fellow, and for some minutes he
kept her close at his heels; but, at last,
she got him quiet over a picture book;
and then sho drew a small scrap of pa
per from the pocket of her dress, and
began to examine it closely. "Charles
Goldthwaite, Esq., Attorney-at-law,
Grafton," were all the legible words
the bit of newspaper contained. For
weeks Nellie had carried it in her
pocket.
"I wonder where Grafton is, and if
Charles Goldthwaite knows anything of
Mamma's friend?" she thought, looking
wistfully out into tho falling twilight.
Crash! and a loud scream from Mas
ter Robbie. Nellio turned round. The
little fellow had climbed in a chair, and
pulled down his mother's pet Dresden
vase, and shivered it into fragments.
"Oh! My buttons! See what Rob's
done! Won't you catch it Nell?" oried
Rosabel, putting her head in at the
door; "I'm going straight to tell Mam
ma. In two minutes Mrs. Hathaway ap
peared. "You wicked, idle, disobedient girl,"
sho cried, pale with anger; "didn't I
charge you to keep Robbie out of mis
chief? Take that, and that, and that;
and I wish you'd take yourselt out of
my house; you're not worth your salt."
She struck the child savagely, as she
spoke, blow after blow. Then, gather
ing up the fragments of tho vase, she
flounced out of the room.
Nellie had not uttered one word, but
her dark eyes were filled with tears, her
lips quivered, her little heart throbbed,
almost to bursting. Poor, motherless
child. There was no one to take her
part, one Jiiteti lioooio in lier arms
and cr rried him to the nursery. Then
taking lier Bliawl and hood Irom the
rack, she put them on and stole silently
irorn the house.
"I will not stav another hour." she
said. I must try and find poor Mamma's
friend."
Awuy she went across the yard, a lit
tle homeless bird, seeking' shelter from
tho storm. On and on. past the village
church, past her mother's grave, white
with the winter snow; over the fields
and down to the station, where the
lights wero twinkling in the darkness.
The train was oa the point of moving
out
"Please, sir, will this train take me
to Grafton?" she inquired.
"Grafton? Not quiie. That's some
miles ahead from the next station. All
aboard!"
Tho train was moving. Nellie went
in with rest.' When the fare was col
lected, she took her little purse from
her pocket and poured its contents into
the conductor s hand.
"I hope there's enough to pay, sir,"
she said simply.
lie gave her back some change, and
smiled kindly at her, as he disappeared.
And through the wintry darkness, the
train flew on. With her little face close
to tho glass, Nellie watched the flying
trees, as the slow hours went by.
At last, the tram stopped at a little
wavside station.
"Passengers for Grafton!" somebody
shouted.
Some half-dozen persons got out, and
Nellie followed them; but they soon dis
appeared, and she found herself stand
ing, utterly alone, under the dim lignt
of tlie wintry stars.
A sudden sense of desolation possess
ed her, and she began to cry, and to re
gret the rash step she had taken. While
she stood thus, an old man came along,
with a lantern in his hand. He stopped
short at the sight of the lonely, little
figure.
"Hello! what's this?"'
"Please, sir, I want to go to Grafton.
Can you tell me the way V" asked Nellie
plaintively.
"Grafton? Why that's fullfive miles
off, you can't get there to-night."
"Then I don't know what I 6hall do."
"Are you alone ?"
"Yes, sir."
The old man whistled.
"Snch a midere as vou alone: and at
this hour of night! Come along with
me. I've a good fire down here in the
station house."
Nellie followed him gladly, and soon
found herself in a small room heated by
a stove. Her new friend gave her some
bread and sausages for her supper, and
then made her a snug bed in a warm
corner; and she lay down and slept until
broad daylight.
"Did you ever hear of a Mr. Gold
thwaite, in Grafton?" she asked, after she
had shared the old station-master's
breakfast, and was about to bid him
adieu.
ne shook his head.
"Dunno as I ever did. I can't re
member names, and I dont't go to Graf
ton often."
"But yeu can show me which way to
go, sir ?"
"Yes, yes! you take that road to the
left, there, and keep straight on. Graf
ton's a bit bayond Cedar Creek. Bnt
you'll have snow about your ears before
vou get there, if you don't hurry."
Nellie wrapped her shawl close, bade
her friend a grateful farewell, and set
forth on her journey. The cold was
bitter, the sky overcast and lowering,
and a wailing wind filled the desolate
wood, through which the road ran, with
mournful music.
Nellie's little heart ached, and so did
her weary limbs; but she went bravely
on. Noou pasaed, and the short-lived
winter afternoon went like a dream.
"Please, sir," she asked of a team
ster, "will you tell me how far Grafton
is ?"
"Oh! not very far. Just beyond Ce
dar Creek."
Nellie struggled on. The snow had
beerun to fall rapidly, and it would soon
bedark. Sho was "so tired, so cold, so
hungry; and it was Christmas Eve.
Trudging on, she recalled Christmas
Eves when she had her mother, and
blinding tears fell from her eyes.
At last, just as the night came down,
she reached a turbid stream, spanned
by a rustic bridge. It must be Cedar
Creek, and Grafton was not far.
Sho took heart again, but the cruel
winds tore off her hood, and sent it
whirling away through the snow. Pant
ing, breathless, her dark locks tossing
in the storm, she paused at tho foot
of the bridge, her limbs failing her, and
unable to proceed.
Far off, faintly borno on the winds,
she heard a sweet chime ol Christmas
bells. All the world was so happy.
Yet she was out in the storm, she had
no friend, her strength was gone, she
felt she must lie down and die. Hr
mother's last words came back to her at
this moment to comfort her. "The lov
ing Father, who cares for the young
sparrows, will care for you."
The words gave her temporary
strength. She struggled on again, in
the teeth of the storm, and crossed the
bridge. But in the ravine beyond, her
strength failed utterly, and she sank
down by the wayside. She tried to get
up, but fell back. Her eyes closed. Tho
fatal torpor, which is the messenger of
death, clouded her brain; she murmur
ed, "Mother, dear mother," and lost
consciousness.
It was about this hour, that in a lux
urious mansion near Grafton, the door
of the principal apartment opened, and
a young lad came in.
"Here's Fred, at last! Oh, Fred!
you're going to Grafton for the girls ?"
cried several voices, those of his sisters.
Fred came in stamping the snow from
his feet.
"To be sure. 1 told Dick to put
Black Bess to the big sleigh. Let me
get my overcoat, and I'm off."
Mrs. Goldthwaite looked up from her
needle-work.
"It is late, and so stormy. Maybe
you'd better not go, Fred!"
"Bless your heart, Mamma, I don't
mind the storm, and the girls can wrap
up well."
"Oh, Mamma! let him go," cried Flora.
"We shall have no Christmas without
Lizzie and Belle."
"What do you say, Papa?" asked tLe
mother. "Is it quite safe?"
Her husband looked up from his pa
per. "Oh! yes, I think so. Black Bess is
sure-footed, and Fred's the prince of
good drivers." .
Flushing with pleasure, ai his fath
er's praise, Fred hurried out.
"Here's that notice again, my dear,"
said Mr. Goldthwaite, addressing his
wife, "to the heirs of James Coburn. I
made inquiries about it, and there's a
snug little fortune awaiting them, if
they can only be found."
"I wish they could," replied his wife,
earnestly; "poor, dear Ellen, I wonder
if she is living! It seems eo strange, I
should have lost all traco of her, so en
tirely; and wo were like dear sisters once.
I wish you'd give the matter some at
tention, Charles."
... "I will; I'll hunt them up yet. Never
fear, my dear."
Mr. Goldthwaite returned to his pa
per, and his wife to her work. But in
a little while, there came a shrill tink
ling of sleighbells, and Flora rushed in,
exclaiming,
"Oh, Mamma! hero's Fred back again.
Something's the matter."
All hands hurried to the piazza, lhe
sleigh was at the gate. Fred leaped out,
and, taking something in his arms, has
tened through tha driving snow.
"Why, it's a child," screamed the
girls.
' ' I found her right beyond the bridge,"
exclaimed Fred, quite out of breath.
"Black Bess" shied, and the reins broke,
and I jumped out, and there she lay in
the snow. - Mother, I hope she's not
dead."
Mr. Goldthwaite took the little, snowy
form from his son, and carried it into
the warm sitting-room.
"Lay her on the lounge, Charles; and,
Flora, ring for Jane, and order hot
blankets. Poor, little waif, I wonder
who she can be."
The Christmas merriment was all
hushed, and for an hour Mrs. Gold
thwaite and Jane worked earnestly. At
last, Nellie opened her eyes. The room
was warm, and bright, ana luxurious.
In one corner stood a glittering Christ
mas tree. She looked from one object
to another, and a sudden smile lit her
white face.
"This is Heaven," she said, softly,
and, oh! where is Mamma?"
Mrs. Goldthwaite bent down and kiss
ed her, her tears falling.
"No. dear, is is not Heaven. But you
are with kind friends who will take tho
best care of you."
For a minute the child looked troub
led. Then she tried to rise.
"I must go on, I want to get to Graf
ton and try to find Mr. Goldthwaite."
"Why, my dear, there is Mr. Gold
thwaite, and I am his wife. Were you
coming to see us?"
Nellie's eyes widened, and her little
face brightened again.
"I am so glad. Are vou Mrs. Gold
thwaite? Mrs. Alice Goldthwaite?"
"Yes, dear."
"Then I've a letter for you. Mamma
wrote it before she died, and I've kept
it so long."
Nellie struggled, up, and drew forth
the worn letter from her bosom. The
lady took it eagerly, tore it open, read
a line or two, and then caught the child
in her arms.
"Oh! Charles, come here!" she cried.
"Read this letter! She is poor Ellen
Coburn's child. She was coming to
us.
Mr. Goldthwaite read the letter with
lawyer-like precision ; then he held out
his hand to Nellie. -
"Yon come just in the nick of time,
my dear," he said, genially, "and have
saved me the trouble of hunting you
up. There's a fortune waiting for you,
my little girl. Do you know you are
an heiress?"
Nellie made no answer; sho turned to
the lady and put her arms about her
neck.
"Will yoa be my second mother?"
she asked, her eyes filling. "Mamma
said you would; and I'm so tired, and I
want a mother so bad."
Indeed, I will," cried Mrs. Gold
thwaite. "You're loving mother. You
shall never be tired or sad again, my
little Nell. Children, come here, and
kiss your new little sister."
The girls came willingly, but Fred,
flashing to the roots of his curly hair,
hurried out of tho room.
"Well, I can't go tr Grafton for the
Tudor girls, to-night," he said. "But
hurrah for Christmas Eve!"
"Hurrah for Christmas Eve,"chimed
in papa, and the happy house fairly
rang.
Years and years after, it was Christ
mas Eve again. The hallowed day
never grows old; no matter how often
it returns to us, it always brings Peace
and Good Will.
The Goldthwaite home was in ablaze
of light. Papa sat in his arm-chair, sil
ver threads on his brow. Mamma was
busy with the Chistmas cheer.
Fred, a tall, bo whiskered young fel
low, his father's junior partner, made
his way into the drawing room, where
Nellie sat at the piano.
"I say, Nellie, haven't you a Christ
mas gift for me ?"
She looked up with a smile and a
blush.
"I've ever so many pretty things,
Fred; but you're so hard to please."
"Am I? Shall I tell you what I'd
like to have, Nellie, above everything
else in the world ?"
"Yes, Fred," she said softly, her
eyes drooping.
"Well, I will. It is just seven years,
since that Christmas Eve, when I found
you down yonder in tho snow. Nell, I
was a boy then, but I fell in love with
you that night, and I love you yet. I
want you, Nell, for my Christmas gift."
Nellie answered not a word, but she
held forth her slender, little baud, and
the happy fellow caught it and carried
it to his lips.
And it was Nellie's happiest Christ
mas Eve. Peier soft's Magazine for December.
Tbe Sua Dance.
FEABFUL TOBTCRE3 ENDURED WITH PA
TIENCE BY YOUNO INDIAN WARBIOBS.
At Camp Robinson, Spotted Tail
agency, and at various other points em
braced in the command of Gen. L. P.
Bradley, of your city, may be seen
many of the peculiar features of savage
life, the "sun dance," and other reli
gious ceremonies observed by the rem
nants of what were formerly famous
tribes. About half of Gen. Bradley's
wards aro the wild fellows from the
north who have always been at war
with the whites until this year, and they
have as yet all their wild customs and
tastes. Some of them are strikingly
handsome men even in their uncouth
dress. Touch the Cloud, White Thun
der, Spotted Tail, Washington, Black
Coal and Yellow Bear are models of
physical beauty in face and form, and a
great number of the young men are
very handsome; they would attract at
tention in any company and in any
dress.
Your correspondent went out in Crazv
Horse's village last month to see the
"sun dance" performed. This is a re
ligious affair, and the ceremonies con
sist of various tortures, such as cutting
gashes in the arms and breast, and
dancing under the hot sun till the vic
tims are exhausted or faint under the
trial. They are prepared for these ex
ercises by three days of rigid fasting,
not being allowed to taste food or drink
for that time. The chief actors in the
dance wero prepared for it by having a
knife run through the thick muscles of
the breast, and a strong wooden skewer
inserted. To this was tied a strong
buckskin rope of about fifty feet long,
the ropes all being fastened to a pole
set in the center of the dancing ground.
At a (riven signal all tho dancers go at
it, and more honest and vigorous danc
ing you never saw. Those tied to the
pole have to tear out the skewers fast
ened in their breasts, and this is of
course tho greatest trial of all, and it
can only be done by throwing the
whole weight of the body on the pole
until the flesh gives way. One of the
victims fainted dead away before he
could free himself from the rope, and
some of his friends immediately tore it
out to save him from disgrace, the In
dian law being rigid that any one who
fails to bear the trial of having the rope
torn out is forever a squaw and not a
warrior:
During'these performances the Indian
drums are beaten furiously and loud
whistles are blown to keep up the
courage of tne dancers, wmie tne
mothers, sisters and sweethearts of the
sufferers stand near and sing their
praises in plaintive songs. The Indians
treated their visitors politely and even
hospitably. We took coffee with them
atid ate fried cake, declining the stewed
dos which was offered with them.
New Haven Register.
The London correspondent of a coun
try paper asks: "Why will clergymen
be so funny ? At St. Andrew's, Holborn,
a stranger read the evening prayers
He was an elderly man and made a good
many pauses. W hen he came to give
out the hymn, he named tho number
and then made a very long pause in
deed. The organist thought it was only
one of the ordinary rests; so the clergy
man, after waiting a long time, added:
'O, Paradise! I can't seo without my
spectacles.' "
A Manltus, Onandaga county (N. Y)
farmer writes that last fall he sowed
twenty acres to wheat, applying, 225
bushels of damaged salt, and this season
he has harvested from the same land
1,120 bushels of fine wheat, averaging
forty bushels to the acre. He keeps
eight horses, twent-five cows, a large
flock of sheep and forty-seven hogs,
and believes in genuine grain-growing,
stock-raising husbandry.
A sign on a Rochester street reads,
"Joseph Amborn." We do not wish to
deny the assertion, but we object to the
grammar of it. Rochester Democrat.
Scratches In Horses.
The causes of scratches in horses are
all agencies that induce irritation in the
skin of the heels or pastern; standing
in wet straw-yards, among decomposing
manure or its liquid drainings, stand
ing with wet, muddy limbs after work;
standing in snow or snow water; cur
rents of cold air striking the heels; ir
ritant ammoniacal from decomposing
dung or urine, washing the heels with
caustio soap; the irritation caused by
parasites on the heels; working on roads
where the limbs sink in deep mud and
spatter it over them; the irritation
caused by the short, bristly hair after the
heels have been clipped; swelled legs,
caused by long standing in deep litter;
by weakness of the circulation, diseas
ed heart, liver or kidneys, or by sprains
or other injuries to the limbs; irritation
of the skin in connection with heating,
food and lack of exercise; and finally,
some unknown constitutional tendency
may all in .different cases become causes
of scratches.
In seeking a cure, the first thing is to
ascertain the active causo of disease,
and remove it. In the great majority
of cases this will be found to be a local
irritant; but whatever it is, its discovery
and abatement is essential to a perma
nent cure. Next, attention must be
given to soothe the irritated skin; and
when there is much heat and tender
ness, a poultice may be necessary. A
linseed meal poultice, with a weak so
lution of sugar of lead poured over its
surface, will be as good as any. When
heat and tenderness have been subdued,
any free discharge (grease) may be
checked by wrapping in cloths, wet
with a solution of half an ounce of sul
phate zinc, half a drachm of chloral
hydrate, and five ounces of glycerine
in a quart of water. When the dis
charge has ceased, and there remains
but the somewhat raw, scabby eruption,
smear daily with bruzoated oxide of zinc
ointment.
Eooil for Fowls.
A writer to the New York Herald
says: "li hens are rightly cared lor they
should pay from 200 to 300 per cent.
profit as layers. They must not be
stinted as to space, nor too many kept
together. If confined allow at least
a square rod to each fowl. Imitate as
closely as possible the condition of the
hen in summer, and supply by artificial
means the wants which nature supplies
in warm weather; and hens will lay in
winter. Let the floor of the hen house
be of dry earth, with a box of dirt and
ashes for their sand bath. Keep their
quarters clean by removing their drop
pings at least three times a week. Give
free ventilation. Supposing your hens
to be in good condition and health wTien
they commence laying, give them the
proper food to keep them so. Buck
wheat and wheat are the best grains,
although for variety other grain must
be given. Give cooked food in various
ways every day. Much is excellent, as
also fresh meat and scraps from the
kitchen. Two or three times a week
give fresh bones and ground bones,
with gravel and broken oyster shells al
ways within reach. Apples, cabbage,
turnips and onions, raw or cooked, will
be relished. The later in lifej a pullet
commences to lay the longer she will
continue to lay, und the greater will be
the unformity in the size of her eggs.
A good Houdan hen will average from
100 to loO eggs a year; but to average
that a flock must have good care. Thick
sour milK or outxermiiK is an excel
lent article of diet through the heated
6eason. The Houdans are very prolific,
and will stand a great deal of cold, but
they must be kept dry. The Plymouth
Rocks aro almost constant layers, and
bear confinement well. Their eggs are
largo and very even in size. Although
their frame is not so large as the Brah-
mas. they are more plump and fatten
readily.
Plants Newly 1'otted. 1'lants re
moved from the open ground and placed
in pots should not receive too much care
at first. All they wish at this season is
to be left alone. Use only light turfy
loam, with a very little well-rotted
manure, sucn as may ue louna m an
old hot bed. Spread out the roots
in a natural position, and never cram
them into the pot in a jumbled mass
Press the soil iu firmly, jarring the pot
occasionally to assist in settling the
contents. Water thoroughly at first
but very sparingly thereafter, until the
plants show signs of growth. Place in
a cool shady spot until it is evident al
danger irom removal is past, tnen m
ure them to the sun by gradual changes
A certain amount oi common sense is
needed to grow a variety of plants sue
cessfully. While the calla lily needs a
copious supply of water during the
growing season, the cactus at this sea
la"! -
son lives on wnat it nas stored away
during the past summer. Rather err
on the side of too little water than too
much. Now is the time to trim in our
plants that are to be used for winter
decoration. Perform this with an eye
to Jhe future eymmetry of the speci
men, thinning out the dense growers,
and cutting back those inclined to be
open. An Old Florist.
The Bottom of the Sea from a Bal
loon. The most enthusiastic advocates
of ballooning would have hesitated to
declare that " submarine surveys were
within the province of the aeronaut.
Such, however, is the case, since M
Duruof and his companion, going up
in a balloon on the 25th of last August,
at Cherbourg, and being at an altitude
of 5,000 feet, were amazed to see beneath
them, with startling distinction, every
rock, fissure, and depression at the
bottom of the sea. And yet, the sea op
posite Cape Levy, where the aerial voy
agers obtained this bird's-eye view, has
an average depth of abovo 200 feet. So
limpid did the water appear that the un-
der-currents were perceptible, while
nothing would have been easier than to
sketch or map the bottom of the sea.
Chambers' Journal.
The Outgoing Senators of 1879.
The fall elections are over, and the
results of them in several States that
are to choose new United States Senators,
or re-elect new ones, ara in a majority
of instances known. The Senators to
be displaced or reseated are Spenoer of
Alabama, Dorsey of Arkansas, Sargent
of California, Ferry of Connecticut,
Conover of Florida, Gordon of Georgia,
Oglesbv of Illinois, Voorhees of Indi
ana, Allison of Iowa, Ingalls of Kansas,
McCreery of Kentucky, Deanis of
Maryland, Armstrong of Missouri,
Jones of Nevada, Wadleigh of New
Hampshire, Conkling of New York,
Merrimon of North Carolina, Matthews
of Ohio, Mitchell of Oregon, Cameron
of Pennsylvania, Patterson of South
Carolina, and Morrill of Vermont. Of
the States named, Alabama, Arkansas,
California, Florida, Ohio, and South
Carolina will, in all probability, elect
Democrats to the seats now occupied by
Republicans. Illinois, Iowa, Kansas,
Nevada, New Hampshire and Vermont
reelect Republicans. Leaving these
States doubtful or partially so: Con
necticut, NewYork, Oregon and Penn
Pennsylvania. Here will be a gain of six votes to the
Democrati from the Republican side;
none, positively, to the Republicans from
the Democratic; with five Democratic
seats reassured, and six Republican. Ia
some of the States, California included,
the election will be the coming winter;
in others,' where there are animal elec
tions, not until a year later. Hold-over
State Senators are of great consequence
in a United States Senatorial contest,
especially if there is no particularly
formidable political adverse majority.
California has more than once known it
to be tho case; and the recent electiona
in New York and Pennsylvania were
conductod xis vigorously as they were,
more for tho purpose of securing hold
overs, than for the success of a mere
State ticket.
That the Democrats are to have tha
control of the United States Senate
from 1S79 to 1881 is certain, and then
what? Will both parties keep on their
good behavior, in the meantime ? .
The Beds of Antiquity. About the
earliest data that wo have concerning
beds, are of Egyptian origin, and they
are very slight. Sir. Gardner Wilkin
son thinks that the Egyptians usually
slept on their day couches, which were
long and straight, sometimes with a
back, sometimes with carving at tne
heads and feet of animals at the ends,
made of bronze, of alabaster, of gold
and ivory, of inlaid wood, and richly
cushioned. "Where these were not in
use, mats replaced them, or low pallets'
made of palm boughs, with a wooden
pillow hollowed out for the head.
What Egypt had, the Assyrian and the
rest of the world had. and the Greet, -
whenever he could, improved upon
other countries notions, and the Greek
couch; judging from the bas reliefs on
many vases, was of great elegance.
The Romans, although receiving so
many of their customs and so much of
their art from Greece, had very simple
beds until after their Eastern conquests.
Indeed beds which, with their pillows,
were merely hollows in a slab of stone,
have been found among Roman re
mains. But from the period when their Asi
atic dominion increased, the Romans
borrowed fashions from the conquered,
and they developed a strong taste for
luxury, especially in the matter of beds.
Examples of the Koman form ol uea9
were still preserved in the days of
Charlemagne.
In the meantime of course, in the
barbaric life of uorthern and western
Europe, these forms generally being
lost, it was an advance in civilization
when the bench became the bed, and
people were fastidious enough at least to
feel abovo sleeping on tnin bundles oi
straw or heaps of skins upon flags.
The Change of Climate in Ecbope,
A Swedish paper just received pub
lishes an interesting article under the
heading "Why is the Climate of Europe
Growing Colder?" The article states
that in the Bay of Komenok, near
Kome, in Greenland, f ossil'and very char
acteristic remains of palm and other trees
have been discovered lately, which
tend to show that in these parts form
erly a rich vegetation must have exist
ed. But the ice period of the geolo
gists arrived, and, as a consequence of
the decreasing temperature, this fine
vegetation was covered w ith ice and
snow. The sinking in the temperature,
which moved in a southerly direction,
as can be well proved by geological data,
that is, the discovery of fossil plants of
certain species, seems to be going on
in our days also. During the past few
years the ice has increased far toward
the south, thus between Greenland ana
the Artie Sea colossal masses of ice have
accumulated. On European coasts nav
igators now frequently find ice in lati
tudes where it never existed before dur
ing the summer months, an the cold
reigning upon the Scandinavian penin
sula this summer results from the inass-e-j
of ice which are floating in the re
gion where the gulf stream bends tow
ard our coasts. This is a repetition ot
the observations made in the cold sum
mer of 1S65. The unaccustomed vicin
ity of the3e masses of ice has rendered
the climate of Iceland so cold that corn
no longer ripens there, and the Ice
landers, in fear of a coming famine and
icy climate, begin to found a new home
in North America. Nature.
The monster 100-ton cannon have
been recently so improved that the Ital
ian Government intends to try some
new ones, which it has ordered from
English manufacturers, with a charge
of 470 pounds of powder and a projec
tile weighing 2,280 pounds, or a little
more than a ton. The metallurgists are
busy making a composite plate, in which
steel and iron are combined, for the
purpose of resisting, when used as tar
gets, the projectiles from these cannon.
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