Herald and Planter (Hallettsville, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 17, 1874 Page: 1 of 4
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A WEEKLY NEWSPAPER, DEVOTED TO POLITICS, ART, LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE, STOCK RAISING, AND THE ENCOURAGEMENT OP IMMIGRATION.
HALLETSVILLE, TEXAS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1874.
by john o. whittieb.
Once more the liberal-year laughs out
O'er richer stores than gems of gold;
Once more with harvest song and shout
Is nature's boldest triumph told.
Our common mother rests and sings
Like Ruth among the garnered sheaves;
Her lap is full of goodly things,
Her brow is bright with autumn leaves.
Oh, favors old, yet ever new.;
Oh, blessings with the sunshine §entl
The bounty overruns our due.
The fullness shames our discontent.
We shut our eyes, the bowers bloom on;
We murmur, but the corn-ears 1111;
We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts its snine behind us still ^
The power to make it Eden fair,
And ricltecfruits to c
Who murmurs at his lot to-day?
Who scornB his native fruit and bloom,
Or sighe for dainties far away,
Besides the bounteous board of home?
Thank heaven, instead, that freedom's arm
Can change a rocky soil to gold;
' That brave *nd generous lives can warm
A clime with northern ices cold.
And by these altars wreathed with flowers,
And fields with fruits awake again
Thanksgiving for the golden hours,
The earlier and the Tatter rain.
" They say three removes are equal to a
fire, and by that count I've been through
lire some several times, and I can't say I've
come out, like Shadrach and Meshach,
without the smell of it on my clothes; but,
with it all, I never did expect to be landed
in a place like this, dropped, as you may
say, right in the middle of a howling wil-
derness, with panthers and bears and wild
Indians for next-door neighbors."
This speech was flung out with direct
aim at the person of a tall, sun-browned,
one-armed pioneer, who satin the doorway
of a Minnesota cabin, ata time when that
extreme portion of the State could be much
more accurately described as a howling
wilderness than at present. The clearing
was small. Solid walls of full-grown
timber rose on every side. Green stumps
were thicker than the potato and corn hills
with which they were interspersed. A
single lonely wagon track led away
througli the woods to the settlement «Sown
the creek, and a wilderness of tangled vines
and bushes and brilliant wild flowers crept
in oil every side.
The timber of the cabin was not yet sea-
soned by weather. Great tree trunks had
been hastily hewn down and piled into
the form of a house, with tufts of fresh hem-
lock and spruce and pine clinging to their
No other chimney smoke rose within
sight of this settlement. It was entirely
isolated. The open door showed a rude
interior, where a pretty girl with bared
arms was kneading bread at the far side of
the room. She was brilliantly fair, with a
mass of wavy brown tresses like glistening
flax. A younger girl, Hanny, was leaning
by the door-post, watching her father clean
and load his gun. , She had learned to
make cartridges, and could put in a prim-
ing and ram it down with a will. Hanny
kept a young gray hawk in a cage—a
fierce creature that snapped at every
tiling that came near it. Sne petted, too, a
little'bear cub her father hail once brought
her home for a plaything, after killing the
Hanny in relation to her sister Bessie
was like darkness compared with light.
She was a resolute, fearless child, with a
brown skin and a mass of straight dark
hair. She could ride the wildest colt she
had ever set n, either with a saddle or with-
out ; it made little difference to Hanny.
An old man, large of frame, but weak
and powerless in his limbs, sat bent over a
fire of chips upon the hearth, though it
Against the cabin wall hung an odd as-
sortment of arms and equipments, fishiug
tackle, the skins of wild animals, deer
antlers, and in one corner a heavy hunt-
er's saddle with girthstraps and stirrups.
In one of the three windows, fitted with
solid plank shutters, stood a sweet-scented
geranium growing in a pot which Bessie
had brought with cherished care all the
way from the old Massachusetts door-
yard. In another steod a sewing-machine,
and a little case of books Eben Gardner
had conned over many times in his leisure
hours; for he was a "readlngjman," and
liad his head crammed full of notions; but
. the virtue of adhision to places did not be-
long to Eben. Every little while, all
through life, he had heard a voice bidding
him arise and depart into a new country;
and those appendages, wife and children,
had followed on with tears"and lamenta-
tions at leaving friends and kindred and
dear associations all behind. But a happy
indifference to such pangs generally oo-
longs to the bora pioneer like Eben Gard-
ner. lie fulfills his destiny. A mighty
man he was, tall and strong as a son of
Anak. Years before be had lost his left
arm in a planing-mill, and his reputation
was all the greater because of it. He
could do more plowing and mowing,
could slay more trees, and let more day-
light through the forest In a given time
with his one arm than the average Minne-
sota settler could with two. Now the
blue eyes shone in his tanned face as he
watched his wife, a tall slim woman in a
faded calico, moving about in the act of
sweeping the cabin floor, and easing her
mind at the same time as recorded above.
" I know you must let off steam about
once in so often, Cellndy," said he, ram-
ming the charge well down in the gun-
barrel meantime. "It does you good, and
it don't hurt me. I'm a patient man, and
I can grin and bear it. You know that
old saying, Celindy, about a scolding wo-
man and a smoky chimbly—"
" It's all very well for you to try and
turn it off with a slur on women," said
Mrs. Gardner, her sense of grievance deep-
ening by the provoking kind of banter in
which Eben was skilled, ''but it's what I
never expected when I married, to be
dragged out here, like goods and chatties,
among rattlesnakes and wild Injuns. I
can't sleep in my bed at nightfor thinking
the red-skins are crawling through the
"Red-skins! pooh!" exclaimed Eben,
polishing away at his gun-barrel with the
sleeve of his hunting-shirt. " There hasn't
been an Injun raid in these parts for more
than five years, and ain't likely to be, with
a fort only twenty miles off full of govern-
ment troops to protect the settlers. You
may sleep like the dead for all the red-
skins will do to you."
"And you may pooh-pooh once too
often, Eben Gardner, and then you'll see
the beauty of living twenty miles from a
fort and Uncle Sam's troops. I never did
set up to have the gift of tongues, nor to
prophesy, nor to see visions, nor dream
dreams; hut when I do predict a thing it's
pretty apt to come true. Then, let alone
the Injuns, how nice it is to live a day's
journey from Sabbath ai.d sanctuary priv-
ileges, without a neighbor to speak to,
and no doctor if you lay at the point of
" You wouldn't need a doctor If you
was at that point," said Ebén, malicious-
ly, "and all the way in between you are a
darned sight better off without one."
" Of course I don't expect any religious
sympathy from you," returned Mrs. Gard-
ner, her resentment having simmered
down now into melancholy, "and I don't
s'posa you'd mind It a mite if there was a
snake's nest right under your bed. But you
might think of the girls. What schooling
or privileges, or chance will the girls ever
have in this lonesome spot?" -
" I brought the girls out to this new
country on purpose to give 'em a chance,"
returned Eben. " If they Md staid there
in Windham with their aunt Dorcas, who
is always straining to be genteel, they'd
have dried up into old maias, unless they
took the ninth part pf a man between 'em.
I brought the girls out here to learn to
ride and shoot and do something besides
strumming on the planner and wearing
their eyes out over that tarnal crotchet-
work. And as for husbands, they are as
thick here as blueberries. Hanny there is
the girl for me. She could ride a streak
ot lightning if she could get It saddled and
bridled, ana Trapper Eph has got his eye
on Bess. Hullo, Bess, don't you think
this is a good ceuntry ? What is your
opinion of Eph?"
" It's a horrid country," returned the
tall, pretty girl, kneading away at the
bread,with her beautiful white arms bared,
"and you needn't talk to me about Eph."
" Well, my lady, let me tell you Eph is
as likely a young fellow as you ever
clapped eyes on, and the best shot between
this and the Pacific coast. There ain't a
man in this whale region that's had the
experience in ranging Eph has. He's
feared and respected wherever he's
" Eph has never been out of the bush
further than this place," said Mrs. Gard-
ner. "What does he know more than an
Injun ? You wouldn't marry your girl to
a savage? It would be like harnessing a
tame horse to a wild mustang pony."
" You may call him what you've amind
to," returned the pioneer. "Eph is every
inch a man; not one of your white-livered
counter-jumpers, to be sure, but a man a
girl ought to feel proud of."
"Don't blow Eph's trumpet, father,"
said Bessie, tossing her pretty head. "It
is like the blowing of the wind."
" You may go further, my girl, and fare
worse," responded Eben, wifli a touch of
anger. , , . .
'"If you Tíá3ñTany feeling fui ytrar
and daughters," struck in Mrs. Gardner,
"you might have thought of the old man.
It was too bad to pull him up by the roots,
and bring him 'way off here to die in the
woods, far from his home and his old
" Die!" repeated Eben, contemptuously.
"Why, nobody ever dies in this climate.
He'll live to be rising a hundied, and
hearty and smart to the end. You're
sound, ain't you, father—sound as a nut?"'
continued Eben, raising his voice so that it
might reach the old man, who sat most of
the time in a doze.
"Yes, to be sure," returned the old
man, in a wavering treble. "I'm sound
all but my bones. They ain't what they
used to be. And my teeth are gone, and
my sight is failing, and I'm a litfle hard o'
" Why, there's the phcebe-bird singing
in the open," said Eben, raising his head
to listen. "I like to hear the littte fellow
tunc his whistle. It makes me think of the
time I was a boy set to watch the corn-
fields at home.''
The sharp report of a rifle resounded
through the woods. "That's Eph," he
added, in a startled tone. "I know the
bark of his rifie as well as I do my own.
What has brought him back here at this
time of day? By good rights he ought to
be thirty miles on his way toward the res-
ervation to barter for.skins."
At this moment the graceful, lithe form
of the young trapper leaped like a cat out
of the woods. He held his cocked piece
in his hand. His hunting shirt of buck-
skin, with gayly dyed fringes, was open
at the throat; his head was bare, his eyes
glittered, and his bronzed face was strange-
JKben sprang to his feet, "My God,
Eph I- what's the matter?''
'The red-skins!" The young man,
throwing back the dense cluster of curly
brown nair from his forehead, almost
hissed the words through his blanched
"Oh, the red-sklHs!" shrieked Mrs. Gard-
ner, as she caught the words in the inte-
rior of the cabin.
"Be still!" said Eben. sternly; and he
stood up and clutched his rifle.
'•I heard atBrashear," Eph added, bring-
ing his words out with wonderful coolness
ana precision, "that the red devils were
out on the war-path after plunder and
scalps. I turned 111 my tracks. I covered
every step of the way. I crept through
the woods. Five miles below the Bend,
at Tuttle's, they have murdered all the
pale-faces and set flre to the settlement."
"And Tuttle's babies, the twins—them
pretty flaxen-haired poppets he was so
proud of?" asked Eben, in a kind of gasp.
"Brained 'em," returned Eph, laconi-
cally, "and the girl fifteen years old."
Bessie uttereaa fearful shriak. The wo-
men were clinging together in a frighten-
ed group, and the old man's bewildered,
half-vacant face made a pathetic back-
ground. A terribly grim look came into
"There's one that'll die hard if they
como on to these diggings, Eph. Where
are they now V
"On -a straight trail for this clearing.
They'll stop at Sandy Pellew's shanty to
fill their skins with whisky, but it won't
keep them back above half an hour."
' '1 knew my laying awake nights wasn't
for nothing." moaned Mrs. Garaner; "and
now the red-skins are right upon us."
"No time for wailing and lamentation,
mother," returned Eben, bis face soften-
ing a little. "It's a life-and death tussle.
I was a short-sighted cuss; and If ever we
get out of this scrape alive, you may lay
on the lash without mercy. I put my
trust in that tarnation fort full of govern-
ment troops sent out here to protect the
crept to the bed on her knees, with her
apron over her head,
back and forth la the
P 'Ae yells and hoots
"There's only God to trust to now," said ner bad hung a great kettle of water over
Mrs. Gardner, solemnly, "and I shall the fire; it wasi all she oould do. She
begin to pray. Human help can't in no
likelihood reach us."
"Do, mother, pray strong; and Eph and
I will back up your prayers with all the
Eowder and ball there Is lu the cabin.
•arned pity we haven't got more than
flftv round! Every shot must pick off a
red devil. But before you be/fin to prajr.
avages were like the
raves on the shore.
mother, jttBt set out that demijohn or
"Not much," returned Mrs. Gardner,
with decision. "There's life and death in
this busines . You are two to a hundred,
and you muSt go to work with cool heads.
When I see you need it, I'll deal round the
"That's good grit, mother. "Sou were
made for a pioneer's wife, after all." Bes-
sie was sobbing behlnd ner grandfather's
"What's the • :
nfan, holding :on _
with his trembling hands,
aimlessly around, with a dim sense of
trouble. The térror and confaslon had
just made a faint report to his mind.
"The red-skins are burning and killing
in the clearings, father. They'll be upon
us soon. We must barricade and stand to
our guns. Eph has gone to drive in the
cattle and horses."
"Red-skins!" repeated the old man,
with half comprehension. "Brother Ste-
phen was out with Jackson in the Seminole
war. You remember, don't you?"
"Yes, I remember, but that was long
ago. They're here, father, right upon us.
I didn't think they would ever be, but
they are. But don't get frightened,
father. I'll take care of you as long as I
can, and defend you with the last drop of
"Yes," said the old man, looking up
with wistful childishness, "you said you'd
take care of me as long as I lived, Eben.
You said I needn't fret my head the reslf
of my days. Life is like a tale that's told.
I sha'n't trouble any body long. You
always held to your word, Eben, when
you was a boy. You was the most truth-
ful of the boys, and I knew I could trusi
y«u when you said you'd take care ol
"My God! I will," exclaimed Eben, in a
tone of agony, "so long as my life is
spared. They shall trample on my deads
body before they touch a hair of your'
Eph had hastily driven the* cattle and
horses into the sheds. Every thing was
put in a state of siege. The heavy planks
window-shutters were barred, and it was
through the small openings of these, whii
made a dim twilight in the interior of tl
cabin, that the two frontiersmen propi
to repulse their assailants. Eph's m(
was drawn into a grim hard line, butt]
was a kind of glow about his fine c
eyes. He felt a wild joy he could but
conccal, for his opportunity had comi
defend the ,
At least he coiild die with her, and to a
being like Eph that alternative was far
better than living without her.
Hanny had been busy on her own line
of defense. She was supple and spry as a
cat. Flushed with excitement, the child's
dark face was almost handsome.
" What be you about, Hanny? " asked
" Getting my gun ready," said Hanny,
coolly. Sne had rummaged out ah old
fowling-piece from some corner of the
cabin. "You know you said yourself,
father, I could make a first-rate shot. You
have always been wishing for a boy. I'll
be your boy, father, and stand close beside
you, and we'll show the red-skins some
" You're a trump, Hanny, a regular lit-
tle brick," choked Eben, feeling a lump
in his throat: and ha passed his hand soft-
ly over the girl's thick hair. " But that
old gun is no good. You shall be my
other hand, and help me load. Only,
child, when the firing begins, you must
got behind my back."
"Hist!" said Eph, listening with his
head bent low. "I hear them coming
through the woods."
Bessie, In the obscurity of the cabin,
flung herself down at Eph's feet.
"Oh, Eph," she moaned, " you told me
the other flight you loved me, that you
had never loved a woman before. If you
lpve me still, promise that you will kill
me before I fail into the hands of those
savages—before they do to me what they
did to poor Mary Tuttle. Oh, don't let
them scalp me, Eph! Put your rifie to
my head and blow my brains out. I am a
coward, or I oould do it myself, for there
is a sharp knife hidden here in the bosom
of my dre$s. Promise me, Eph, and I'll
reward you It God spares us."
Eph's face was portentously pale. He
gave her an, Indescribable look, and said,
curtly, " I promise."
A dark living stream came flowing out
of the bushes and undergrowth. All that
could be seen were wavlnj* plumes, and
the glow of war-paint, and gleaming
murderous eyes, and the shining gun-
barrels held before them ready for a deadly
"«¡ft bloody cusses hav# drove along
all the cows and horses they could gob-
ble," muttered Eben, "and hoppled them
on the edge of the woods. They expect
to find only women and children and the
old mah at home. They don't dream of
the warm welcome we've got for them,
Eph. There, now they Begin to smell
mischief; the shanty looks too quiet.
Who's that blr brawny fellow crawling
" Big Pine-Tree," whispered Eph, with
his eye to the opening, "He and his
braves killed every settler in Slocum Valley
last year. Don't flre yet; lay low. Let
'em creep up closer. We must pick our
men every ame."
There was a blaze, a sharp report,
cloud of smok«: tb«i a yell went up from
the savages, as they sprang to their feet,
that shook the tasseled corn like a great
"How many bit the dast that time,
Eph held up two fingers.
"Let me load for you," whispered Han-
ny. "I'm your other arm. Taketheold
gun; It won't kick this time."
Eben looked over his shoulder, and saw
Bessie crouching on the floor behind him.
"Go comfort your grandfather," said he,
The old man sat gazing with pale
face and bewildered eyes at the scene be-
fore him. A low monotonous moan.llke
the cry of some animal In pain, Issued firom
lil* lips. Bessie dragged herself to him,
put her arms round his neck, and drew
his head down on her bosom. Mrs. Gard-
'ls of the
Every shot/rom the
Inside of the little fortress told fatally upon
the enemy. There were wild waitings and
death-songs from a band chosen to carry
off die dead and wounded.
"Only two rounds left," whispered
Eph. wiping away the powder and «moke
The decisive moment of the assault had
There was a scrambling of feet up
of the cabin, and the sound of
blows on 0m roof, which, for-
whs made of timber of great
, just squared by the ax. Eben
the ladder, to ward off the assault
it quarter as best he could with his
while, resolute and rigid as a man
Uph, with hatchet in hand, took
.won at the door, where the trunk
i hemlock-tree had been brought
a battering-ram. The' red-skins,
by their losses, had attempted to
a fire under one corner of the cabin,
t ground and fuel being damp from
showers, it failed to ignite.
re was a dense crackuisr andsnap-
and bursting asunder of the planks
" door from the terrible conoussion
missile directed against it, The
—of the assailants upon the roof mln-
glediwith those below. It was an orgy of
' ic noises. There may have oeen
and wails from within, but they
drowned in the tempest that raged
felast they had succeeded in' kindling a
Slo*. fire under the angle of the house
i the wind drove the flames against
all. A suffocating smell of smoke
t to creep in between the logs. Hau-
id dropped her gun, and was now
ng boiling water up the ladder to
ft, who, judging from the unearthly
I'of the naif-intoxicated savages, was
' it to good effect.
8 time for the whisky," said Mrs.
!|ner, in the brief pause while Eph
waiting, and she lifted the jug to his
'He took a long, deep pull, and
" her with a look. Splinters from
flew about in all directions. It
In a kind of agony. Slowly the
plank yielded until there was an
large enough to admit a head—a
h a pair of snaky, glittering, evil
ph, standing a little In the shadow,
down his ax. It clove the skull
ne-Tree through bene and brain,
[lowed the sharp report of a rifle,
the last Eph knew. His arm
lax and nerveless at his side,
i fell forward a little; he sank to
s, and finally fell prone:
guttered a heart-rending cry.
^... .. -- Gardner, holding
Eph at the
something coming through the woods.
It's either the Judgment-day or an earth-
It was a crashing and rushing and rend-
ing through brush and undergrowth With
the steady, even, measured beat of horses
hoofs pressed to their utmost speed.
The loss of Big Pine-Tree had disorgan-
ized the attack below for .a moment, and
the breach through the door was not yet
large enough to admit a man's body. Eben
was engaged still in a-close band-to-hand
fight upon the roof, dashing the boiling
water apon the foe, and using it at the
same time to put out. the fire. In a mo-
ment's breathing space he happened to
look toward the wood, where the openings
in the trees rendered visible any moving
object behind them. Then he raised his
voice in a mighty shout. "The soldiers !
the soldiers!" he cried. Deliverance was
dose at hand.
When Eph feebly came to consciousness
bis eyes seemed half full of blood; there
was a strange whirring In his head. His
limbs were of as little use to him as if they
had belonged to another body. Some one
was fumbling and feeling about his side
with a gentle hand, ana then he heard
Eben's voice, .. .
"There may be two or three ribs bro-
ken; I can't tell yet until we get him on to-
the bed; but I know the wound ain't mor-
tal. He's young, and tough as a pine
knot. Come, Celindy, hurry along; bring
me some bandages out of tne chest; tear
up a shirt if there isn't any thing else
It was a minute or two before Eph
could concentrate his strength on the act
of opening his eyes. Then all was mist—
a mist of pain; for he was conscious of a
terrible ache somewhere. But presently
he saw a pateh of the cabin floor with sun-
light lying en it, and knew, though he
did not see them, that a group of men
were gathered about the door.
was by the fire-place feeding her
father something oat of a bowl.
was he? Who was supporting him ?
this thought Eph feebly directed Us face
upward until it rested on Bessie's lace.
Sne was holding his head in her lap, and
he saw that a little pearly tear was steal-
ing down her cheek. In an electric flash
authe past came back to blm. "Whathas
happened to me?" He motioned ont the
words rather than spoke, for his tongue
and lips seemed made of cast iron.
" You got hurt, Eph," and the tears
dropped (town on his face; " but I hope
like an Ignorant follow brought up like a
bear's oub in the bush."
A patatal crimson tide swept over Bes-
sie's neck and cheek. " Eph," said she,
**I was a foolish, silly girl, not worthy of
you. This day has taught me the value
of a brave, true man." Thon she bent her
head lower, and added, in a whisper," you
are dearer to me than life, and I must have
been loving you all the time."
Eph's face was transfigured. He stretch'
ed out his hand. Bessie understood the
motion, and clasped it in hers. Then,
with a great sense of weakness coming
over him, he fell asleep.
Eben was examining the old man for
the third or fourth time to see that he was
uninjured. "Hearty, ala't you, father;
<mhr & littte shook tip?"
"Wetf, Celindy," to Mrs. Gardner, who
Easy Shaving—Taking the beard off an
A musician Is an airy fellow; but he
can't help It.
"Sambo, did yon ever see the Catsklll
mountains?" "No, sah; bnt I've seen
um kill mice."
Somkbody advertises a preparation for
keeping a lady's hands free from chaps. A
report tl iat she has no money would do the
"I want to know,!' said a creditor,
piledthe debtor, "ask me something
teeth he had. The hone
had. been waiting on the soldiers, giving
them such Supplies of food as she had .at
hand, "you was right about the red-skins
after afi. -I shalT stick by the shanty,
elghf in wild-cats. But if
you feel scary about staying, you might
go and stop a while with your sister Dor-
cas until we get cleared up a little more.
I can't breathe In a thicker-settled place
than this. I must have lots of fresh air;
and now I've fit the Injuns and overcome,
I've drove down the stake for a good long
"The Lord has given us a great deliver-
ance," said Mrs. Gardner. "It was In
direct answer to my prayer, and you won't
hear me complaining any more after to-
day. There's nothing like looking death
in the face to bring folks together, and
make them of one heart and one mind.
Here I raise my Ebenezer. We'll stay and
civilize together, Eben, and the wilderness
shall bloom as the rose."
A Terrible Struggle With a Madman.
At Irvington, Washington County, 111,,
a small town on the Illinois Central Rail-
road, a few days since occurred a frightful
tragedy. The conductor of a northward-
bound freight train put off a man who ap-
peared to be laboring under temporary in-
sanity, with the request that he Be closely
looked after, as he was not in a condition
to take care of himself. The man was
taken to the railroad station by A. L.
Marsh and C. Boh man, but sometime
about midnight the lunatic made his es-
cape, and made a terrible effort to break
Into the residence of Mrs. Barton. Again
he was taken back to the station-house by
Marsh, Rohman, John M. Driver and J.
L. Womack, who bolted the doors of the
station-house, remaining on the inside
with the madman. The madman seemed
not to be satisfied with this kind of pro-
cedure, and drew a pocket-knife and ad-
vanced toward Driver, saying "I will kill
you, or^rou must kill me." Driver at-
struck at hi
evaded the blow. The madman next
turned to Marsh, Who was sitting near the
door, and gtabbed him in the throat, the
blade entering to the right of the wind
pipe and passing out on the left side of the
neck behind the jugular vein. Marsh sank
to the floor, saying, "Boys, he has killed
" * ' g Marsh, - "
, with Aend-like fe-
rocifcy, the madman spranir
Womack, who dodged his first blow, and
clinched the terrible fiend closely around
the waist, but he was a large, powerful
man, and much more than a match for his
intended victim, and soon succeeded In
getting his right arm free, and commenced
to stab Womack in the back and head, wbo
cried to Driver to "knock him down,
he Is killing me." Driver procured a
crowbar, ana made an attempt to strike
the madman, but he, with wonderful pre-
sence of fnliid, managed to keep Womack
between himself and Driver. JJrlver still
made for Womack's antagonist, but the
blow Intended for the madman fell with
terrible force on Womack's right bánd,
crushing It completely, rendering Womack
helpless, who let go his adversary, who
then sprang at Driver and was received
with a blow from the crow bar across the
left side of his head, which
senseless to the floor. At this júncturé of
affairs, Driver and Rohman started out for
help, leaving Marsh, Womack and the
maniac lying upon the floor. But scarcely
had they left when the madman recovered
himself, and seeing his knife upon the
floor started for it, and Womack, antiei-
to see how many fingers the mi
The curiosity of each was tally sa
A six-year-old followed his mother
into the pantry the other day. Imagine
her astonishment when the lad broke forth
Th* telegraph Is being introduced into
Turner's Falte, Mass. The other day
hardly five minutes had elapsed alte the
erection of one of the posts before a
terprising genius posted a bill
and soon two street arabs were
to the spot, when the following i
ensued: "Isay, Mickey, whati
tlon the telegraph Is." "Yes, an' here's
a dispatch broken out on the post."
Thb fireman of the steam heating ap-
paratus at the Central Depot yesterday
found a penny as he was raking over the
hot ashes In the tarnace, and he took it up
with the tongs and placed it on a bench
outside to oool off. It bad hardly com-
menced to cool when a heavy man named
Johnson, living In Saginaw, came along.
He was talking business with a friend, and
as he came to the bench he parted his coat-
tails and sat down on the penny, remark-
ing: " As I was saying, you can havo
forty acres for—whoop! Thunder and
blazes—ouch—dash It—gosh to whoop!"
He galloped around In wild amazement,
the hot penny sticking to him like a broth-
er, and It was two or three minutes before
any one found out whether he had drop-
ped down on a tack or been bitten by a
dog. There was a heavy aroma of burn-
ing cloth and blistering meat, and Mr.
Johnson stretched f.irtli his arm and ex-
claimed that he Bhould devote the remain-
der of his life to hunting down the fiend
who thus planned to waylay him.—De-
troit Free Pre .
An article In 1Vassr's, on "The Labor-
er's Daily Life," gives a pleasant descrip-
tion of a class of laborers' cottage often
seen In P™"—w'
You won't die, Eph, you
Father says it isn't
so young and strong.
a mortal wound, and he is a kind of na-
tural bone setter."
Tlfere were other questions in Eph's
eyes, to which he could not give voice.
"The soldiers came from the fort,"
Bessie went on, "just as the flre got under
way and was about to smother us all.
Thnjr drove off the red-skins and are chas-
ing them now through the woods, only a
few that staid to help father put out the
flames. But you saved us, Eph, When
Sou held them back from breakingdown
iedoor. Not any of u« are hurt. Father
din't get a scratch. Oh, what a miserable
coward I was I 1 oould do nothing to
help; but you, Eph—you would nave
given your life to save us."
Bessie s face quivered, and she covered
it with her trembling hands. Eph never
removed from ber his eyes. His gi —
Srofound, searching, Inscrutable,
own into the depths of her being.
ail his impetuosity, them was in Mm some-
thing of the deep reticence of the savage.
"Do you want me to live?'' he said at
last. And then he added, slowly, "I
didn't want to live any longer after what
you told me the other day. Yon couldn't
pating his intentions, secured an iron
poker and, again commenced, the combat
for life. Womack this time had-equal
chances, and fought with the knowledge
that his life was at stake. Six times the
demon advanced towards Womaok, and
six times be was brought to the floor.
Help soon came, and the Insane man made
his escape, and the next morning was
found near the Baptist Ohtpch, almost
frozen to death, having stripped himself
of nearly all of his clothing. His wounds
were dressed, after which a warrant was
Issued, and the Unfortunate wretch was
committed to jail. xou^Harah received
every attention at the hands of nk friends,
but died the next day, Wednesday, Novem-
ber 25, and at 5 o'clock, Thursday morn-
ing his murderer breathed his last. Wo-
mack's Injuries were not serious, and he
will soon reoove*. What a fearful night
was that at Irvington Railroad Station,
and, no doubt, it will long be remembered
by the people of that^ilaoe.
A Remarkable Watch.
write? from* Ann Arbor, Mlc?^ Dec. 2:
"Daniel Moseart, the well-known watch
Inventor, was to-day taken to the T
Asylum at Kalamazoo. He has f
' d on a watch which,
than usual, was to "
. seconds, minutes,
of the week, days of the
months of the year. Every I
watch was opened It was to
dlan beauty which is supposed to prevail
in the country. Every thing, of coarse,
depends upon the character or the inmates.
The dull tint of the thatch Is relieved here
and there by great patches of sillgreen,
which is religiously preserved as a good
herb, though the exact ailments for which
it Is 'good' are often forgotten. One end of
the cottage Is often completely hidden with
ivy. and woodbine grows in thickest pro-
fusion over the porch. Near the door there
are almost always a few cabbage-rose
trees, and under the windows grow wall-
flowers and hollyhocks, sweet-peas, co-
lumbine and sometime* the graceful lilies
of the valley. The garden stretches in a
long strip from the door, one mass of
green. It is Inclosed by thick hedges,
over which the dog-rose grows, and the
wlld-éonvolvulus wUl blossom in the au-
tumn. Trees fill up,every available apace
and corner—apple-trees, pear-trees, dam-
sons, plums, bullaces—all varieties. The
cottagers seem to like to have at least one
tree of every sort. These trees look very
nice in the spring, when the apple blos-
som Is out, and again in the autumn, when
the fruit is ripe. Under the trees are
^ose^rry-bushea, raapbenles, and num*
Bers of currants. The patches are divided
Into strips, producing potatoes, cabbage,
lettuce, onions, radishes, parsnips; In this
kitchen produce, as with fruit, they like to
possess afew of all kinds. There-is gen-
erally a great bunch of ttiubarb. In odd
oorners there are sure to he
a few specimens of southern-wood, mug-
wort, and other herbs, not for use, but
from awiwmoetaJ¡bl a"
well as a little i
In the windows you
tawny bill,' pours out h
notes. Theft is hardly
its captive bird, or tame
Our, which seems as much .
master as more high-bred
and is rude and n
can be encouraged to
He had completed it. and had received a
huge offer from parties in New York for
the right to manufacture it. A short time
culty has derangeid bis mind. F1
ago he was Superintendent of the
Watch Company, of this c'
bought out by the Rock
Company, of Rock Island. III."
A good way for parents to
cremation, says a cynt '
leave the matches where
get at them.
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