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Sljc dljatljaw Record j& J If l)c Chatham Beioro RATES OF ADVERTISING One square, one insertion- $1.00 One square, two insertions - - 1.50 II. j. LOINlOIV, EDITOR AKD PROPRIETOR. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, v ii e i U 11 XII II II XII Ouo copy, one year -One copy, six months . Out' copy, three months $ 2.00 $1.00 50 C.'i l ist mas Land. Who has the key of Christmas land? When tb? bonfire shines, Ami the holly twines, I'arollers sin;; a merry band Ati'l stars are bright oVr that fair strand AVlm has the key of Christ mas lind? Li'v'lit are the hearts in Christina"? land, In each group you meet There ai faces sweet. ri:n young and guileless are there, An I Ihmws not yet wrinkled with caro has the key of Christmas land Hear baby hearts in Christmas land, We want to b? near. And jin in your cheer Win n the tree with the strange fruit bends, And you wait for what Santa sends Who has the key of Christmas land? I.ove has ti.ekey of Christmas land ; Oh, com cherub love, With wings like the dove. Spread over hearts thy light of peace, S w for a harvest full of increase Ojeii the gate.. of Christmas land. Open the gites of Christmas land, There is mwh to do. And the days are few. Hid all men set charity free, lly thy grace let us see there be Jfone of OodV poor in Christinas land. THE PRINCE'S RETURN. A ClIKlsTMAS SKETCH. A few small dead leaves came rustling down Happy Court; the wind had blown them oiT the poplar tree in the comer by the pump. lllie counted them, for ho stood at the window of the shabbiest house, in the court with hU nose flattened against tho window-pane. "One, two, three, four, five!'' he said, opting the dead leaves. Presently he put his hand in his p"iket, a i l began jingling the pennies tv.n ' One, two, three, four," he said. 'h, dear, but there ought to be five. Fur a p. a -wiper costs live, an.', tlio old lady won't take any less! ' The house opposite hid a tall green bu h showing at the window, and the three little Smiths werj dancing around ii, making fao.'s the beckoning across to Bobbie. 'No, I won't,'' said Bobbie, as though th- y could hear him, "I ain't going to come over. I'm going to stay here till ti -tor Mary comes." Just then a tall girl turned the corner of the street and came merrily up the court. She had hair as yellow as Bob bie's, and the same eyes of startled brown. Bobbie rushed down the rickety stairs aud opened the door for her. "Did you see the butcher man, round the corner, and his little pigs with the holly in their mouths? And tho candy store with the pink and white Kriss Kringles, and. the grocery " "Yes, yes, Bobbie," she said, patting his eager head ; "now let me sit down a while and rest myself, and the a III tell you of all the the sights I've seen to day." lio Bobby pulled out the big chair by th? window, and ran to hang up her hat and coat. Staying in the lonesome house all day lou by himself, had male him as tidy and thoughtful as a girl. Then Mary s it down in the chair with Bobbie at her feet, and toll him of all the wonderful things in the up-town shop windows. Bobbie's eyes grew like stars; he sighed softly to himself, and in his ex citement pulled out the pennies from his pocket, and began counting them over once more. It wa3 a poor little room; the carpet was so patched tint it looked like a coat of many colors, and the curtains were threadbare. The paper on the wall that had ouca been full of gay-colored Loughs and blossoms, now showed only a few sickly leavjs sprawling against a diny white. But the rosy little fire flickered and fluttered, and the sun falling in a patch upon the floor brought the poplar shad ows with it; and Babble's yellow hair and Mary's together, made warmth and color for what would else have been a dull picture. So Mary came to the end of the sights she had sen, and Bobby asked: "Is that all? Aid its most like the Prince, ain't it, Mary? ' "A little," said Mary, smiling to her-t-'-f, for she knew what was coming next. "Once there was a Prince," began Bobbie; "was it a long time ago, Miry?' Jle always asked this question here, and Mary always gave him the same an.wer, and sighed: "A long time ago, Bobbie." "Aud h-j was tall and haudsome and yung; aud he dearly loved the Princess "And he was going to marry her," wid Mary, "aud give her everything she wanted, ami than " "Aud then he went away," inter rupted Bobbie, "and never came back any more." "Though as lon as she lived, the Princess thought he would, and waited for him," said Mary. Bobbie always looked solemn when they came to this pari of the story. In some inexplicable way he thought that he could remember the princess, and VOL. X. that he had known her. And had not her eyes been brown as his Mary's? "I feel sorry for the Princess," he said. Then Mary kissed him. He jingled his pennies once more. "Do you think pen-wipers arc nice, Mary?" "Very nice," said his sister; "and those little red and black on?s around the corner arc just beautiful." "Ain't they?" cried the delighted Bobbie. ''Two little black blocks and ono little red one. Oh, Mary, but they're five cents, and I've only got four." She held out the coveted penny. "I think Katie Smith might like one for a Christmas gift." ."Oh, no, no, no!" shouted Bobbie, "but it's not for Katie Smith; it's for " Then he put both hands over his fool ish little mouth and chuckled softly. ' ' You'd better go away, or you. might tell me secrets," laughed Mary. And Bobbie, chuckling harder than ever, ran out into the street. The little old lady who kept tho little old shop where he had spied the pon wipcrs, was very buy that afternoon. The tiny place was full of old fashioned people who were buying her scarlet mit tens, or her dainty tassslc I hoods and jackets, or evea the glass-eyed canton flannel elephants tint stood in her win dows and stared out at the naughty world. Bobbie slipped into a comer, away from the crowd of bustling people and looked on. Presently the do:-bcll tinkled, and another customer cam 3 ia. He was a tall man with a very brown face, and he wore a shaggy coat that fell down to his heels. He stood there at the door aud scanned the faces of the buyers, one by one. Then he caujjht Bobbie's eyes, and smiled down at him. "I'm looking for somebody," he said, "but I can't find her alter all." Now the smile died out of his face and a sad look came instead. A queer idea was in Bobbin's head. He looked up at the shaggy man and said, wistfully: "Are you the prince? Are you looking for the princess? Di 1 you go away and never came back any more, till now?"' "Who told you all that?-' asked the shaggy man. "My sister," said Bab'iie; "it'3 a Btory. O ice there was a prince and he loved the princes ; but he went away and never came back any m"rc." "That's a sad story," s.ti 1 the shaggy man. "It's g iod enough for Happy Court," said Bobbie; and oh, but t'ntwas a wise thing for him to say. "There's only Mary and me," he be gan, but just then the old lady called, "And what cau I do for you, sir? ' and he went forward to buy his little red and black pen-wipcr. He looked very important as he trotted out into the strcit, with his precious present tied up carefully in pink blotting paper. He opened a corner of the tiny package, and let the man who had followed him take a peep at it. "It's for my sister. Ain't it beautiful for only five cents?" "Very," said the man gravely. "Will she use it often doe3 she write a great deal. Your sister?'' "Well, no," said Bobbie, looking a shadow les3 happy, "but' f.nd his face lit up again, "she used to, when we didn't live in Happy Court; letters and letters, and they went out to a big ship in the water way off over tho water." Now they had reached the corner oi Happy Court. "Good-bye," said Bobbie blithly. But the man caught him fast by the arm. "Little boy," he said, "haven't I seen you somewhere before? Now tell me true." "No, you haven't," said Bobbie promptly; "and I never saw you either." "Well," said the shaggy man, "I guess I am a fool. Merry Christmas, laddie!" Down the Court through the windy yellow light and the falling dead leaves, ran Bobbie as fast as he could. But the man followed him. He followed him up the rickety stairs and to the very door of the shabby little room. "Oh, Mary," cried Bobbie, "it's just be-au-tiful!" Mary's head came out of the darkness by the cupboard door. "Well, Bobby," she began but there she stopped and stood still as a stone. "And the Prince came back asrain " said the shaggy man from the doorway. Then something wonderful happened. Bobbie saw it with his own two beauti ful eyes. The shaggy man took Mary into his arras, and she put her head down on his shoulder and cried as Bob bie had never heard her cry before. And the shagy man kissed her, and kept on kissing her, and he told tho strangest story to Bibbie and her. It was about a ship and a storm and an island all alone in the sea. It was about letters unanswered and a long sp; I '. s;ckncs3 and weary months of seek! .j. It was all about the Prince who came back once more to the beauti ful, faithful Princess. "So they mar- rlc I and were happy ever after," St. Louis Magazine. PITTSBORO', AN INDIAN AGENCY. Scdiies at the Issue of Annuities at Fort Yates. How the Indians Pass the Win ter Near the Agency. I had not been long at the Standing Rock Agency, Fort Yatis, Dakota, says a writer in the New York Sun, when the regular issue of annuities was made to the Indians of the reservation. Tho Indians received their articles in a room about thirty feet square, surrounded on three sides by counters piled high with annuity goods. Along the other side of the room were the de3ks of the clerks, inspector, Indian agent, &c. When I reached the building, there was a string of Indians pressing against the door like a lot of theatre-goers at the box office on a first night. It was only by actually taking hold of and pushing some of the evil-smclhng fellows aside that I was able to reach tho door at all. When I entered a blanket full of various articles was being dragged out of the opposite door. With me had entered an Indian to receive his issue. As soon as he entered a blanket was spread on the floor, and a glib-tongucd young clerk began to rattle off the list of things that the Indhn and his family were to receive. In a moment the air was literally thick with articles. Trou sers, pails, caps, shawls, blankets, stock ings, tin plates and cups, woven wire mattresses, butter knives, boxes of axle grease, woolen scarfs, mittens, axes, canvas, ncedlis, thread and cotton shirts, all rained down in the most bouutiful manner upon the blanket, which was then gathered at the four corners and dragged to the floor, where its new owner received it. While all of the Indians receive cer tain articles, those who have made the most progress in civiliz ition and have been most subordinate during the past year are specially favored, and it is the further carrying out of the policy here indicated that is so rapidly turning the Sioux Indians from their savage habits to those of civilization. The principal articles are always issued in the early winter, in order that tho Indians may be as comfortable as possible dur ing that cold season. Other things, such as horses, ploughs, wagons, har ness, oxen, etc., arc issued in the spring, when they arc most needed to help the Indians iu their agriculture. Some of the Indians accept civilized customs with great reluctavc;. A day or two after the issue I saw spring mat tresses used to soften the joltings of their wagons, and axle grease used as butter, while trousers were iu almost every case transformed into leggins. The issue of annuities signifies to tho Indians that winter has really come, and immediately after it those Indians who have spent the warmer months wander ing about the prairies come in and camp in a great village about a mile from the agency. A great many live, even dur ing the intense cold of a Dakota winter, in canvas tents, or tepees. These arc made circular, and arc left open at the top to allow the escape of the smoke from a small wood fire always kept burning in the centre of the earthen floor. In order to protect themselves from the cold a3 much as possible, the Indians build their village ia a broad bottom thickly overgrown with dwarf willows. In addition to this, two or three families pitch their tents together and build a high hedge or fence of brushwood around them to break the force of the wind. The lower edere of the tent is piled a foot high with sods and earth. It would be difficult for a white man to live through, a win ter in one of these tepees, on account of the cold as well as on account of the smoke with which they arc always filled when the fire is burning. The squaws perform all of the manual labor, and I have seen old, bent, wrinkled ones trudging homeward through the deep snow, each bearing upon her back a bundle of dry sticks twice her size. Some of the indians have built them selves small log houses and have been provided with stoves. This transition from the tepee to tho house is one of the hardest for the indians to make. In this respect they resemble the more civ ilized tribes of wandering gypsies. Nearly all of the Indians own ponies and many owu oxen. As soon as the first snow falls these animals arc seen harnessed to sleighs of the Indians' own construction. The sleighs are made en tirely of wood, deftly hewn 'into proper shape with the axe, and fastened to gether by wooden pins. Even during the coldest -weather, the Indians' ponies and oxen are turned loose to provide for themselves. The ponies are accustomed to that sort of thing, and. paw the snow from the ground and manage to find enough grass to keep them alive until spring, but the oxen have to content themselves with what - willow tops and wild lose bushes they are able to find. They suffer greatly from the cold, and ia the spring it is not unusual to see oxen covered with raw, hairless patches as large as a mi..'j hand from the effects of frost bites received the winter before. CHATHAM CO., N. C, CHILDREN'S COLUMN. A Very fcor.d G'rl. Our merry little daughter Was climbing out of bed " Don't you thinK that I'm a good girl?" Our little daughter said ; " For all day long this lovely day, And all day long to-morrow, I have n't done a single thing, To give my mother sorrow!" An Ant Funeral. Some of our readers may think that the following description has a romantic sound, but it is extracted from the "Pro ceedings of the Linnaein Society," hav ing been communicate &o that learned body by an observer in Australia. Tho writer saw a largo number of ants sur rounding those that he had killed, and determined to watch their proceedings closely. Accordingly, he followed four or five that started off from tru rest toward a hillock a short distance off, in which was an ants' nest. This they en tered, and in about five minutes they re appeared, followed by others. All fell into rank, walking regularly and slowly, two by two, until they ar rived at the spot where lay the bodies of the soldier ants. In a few m mites, two of the ant3 ad vanced and took up the body of one of their comrades; then two others, aud so on until all were ready to march. First walked two ants, bearing a body, then two without a burden, then two others with another dead ant, and so on until the line was extended to about forty pairs and the procession now moved slowly onward, followed by an irregu lar body of about 200 ants. Occasional ly the two laden ants stopped, and lay ng down the dead body it was taken up by the two walking un burdened be hind them, and thus -by otc.iKionally re lieving each other they arrived at a san dy spot near the sea. The body of ants now commenced digging with their jaws a number ol holts in the ground, into each of which a dead ant was laid. Then they fell to and filled up the graves. This did not quite finish the remarkable circumstances attending this insect funeral. Soma six or seven of the ants had attempted to run off without performing their share of the task of digging; these were caught and brought, back, when they were at oucc attacked and killed upon the spot. A single grave was quickly dug, and they were all dropped into it. The Prophet's Nnmpftake. Willie was asleep, and Dan was lonely. Wil!ie is the minister's youngest son, and Dan is his dog. It was Sunday morning, and every one was at church but thtsj two friends, and they Lad been at play in the hayloft. It was warm and sunny, and through the loft window they could plainly hear the good minister preaching, for their house was next door to the church. "Dan," said Willie, stretching himself out on the nice, soft hay, "it is better here than at church, for you can hear every word, and don't get prickles down your back as you do when you have to sit up straight," In some way, while Willie was listen ing, and watching the dusty motes rid ing on the sunbeams, he fell asleep. Dan kissed him on the nose several times, but when Willie went asleep he went to stiy, and did not mind trifles. Dan gave it up at last. He sat down with the funniest look of aire on his wise black face, and with one ear ready for outside noises. Now the minister had for his subject this Sunday morning, "DanioL" Alas! this was the name he always gave Dan when he was teaching him to sit up and beg, and other tricks. While the dog was in the hayloft thinking, the name "Daniel" fell into the ready car. Dan at once jumped down and ran into the church through the vestry door. He stoo 1 on his hind legs, with his fore paws meekly drooping, close beside the minister, who did not see him. But the congregation did. When the minis ter shouted "Daniel" again, two sharp soprano barks said "Yes, sir," as plainly as Dan could answer. The minister started back, looked around and saw tho funny little picture; then he coughed and wondered what he should do next. But just then through the vestry came Willie, with oits of hay sticking to his golden curls. His face was rosy from sleep, and he ooked a little frightened. Ho walked d might toward his father, and took Dan in his arms and said, " Please 'seme D.ir, papa. I wented asleep and no runncd aw.iy." Then he walked out igain with Dan, looking back at the smiling congregation. The minister ended his sermon on Daniel as best he could; but then he made a resolve that if he ever preached ibout the prophet Daniel again he would remember to tic up his little black and lan namesake. Our Little Ones. : Hypocrisy. Ethd." "Mamma, I am writing to Nellie Lee ; shall I say anything for fou?' M.imma. ' 'Writing to that con :emptible person again? Yes, give her ny love. How I detest that girl, to be ure!" Harper's Bazar. DECEMBER 29, 1887. ELEPHANT HUNTING. flow the Monstrous Brutes are Captured Alive in India. Oriving the Animals Into a Funnel-Shaped Inclosure. The first thing to be done is to find Jie herd of elephants which it is in tended to hunt. Its pjsition has been previously ascertained, as nearly as pos sible; but of course a few days or a few hours may have made some great changes, and some sudden alarm may have driven them all right away, or the herd may have become divided, or it may turn out that another herd has ap proached it and may be induced, by adroit maneuvering, to join it. The herd having been found, without its being alarmed, the next thing is to sur rouud it at a distance by a light cordon of men, and guide its unconscious steps toward the kheddah in which it is to be inclosed and c ipturcd. The general idea of a kheddah may be taken from an open pair of compasses, of which the round head or hinge represents the inclosure into which the elephants are to be driven; while the outspread arms of the compass represent the long lines of ob stacles or scares by which the elephants are prevented from straying to one side or the other, so that they advance through the purposely undisturbed jun gle in the centre, between tlu gradually converging lines of obstacles in tho khed dah or inclosure already mentioned. Tho elephant is a timid and cautious animal. If it meets with any chopped branches of tree, or indications of the presence of man, or anything to which its eyes are maccustomed, it will not advance in ;hat direction. The real diffi iulty of the hunter lis in mak ing their lateral lines of obstacles suf ficiently obvious to the elephants with out alarming them too much. At this early stance of the proceedings not a man should show himself, lest the wild elephants should be frightened and make a stampede. The animal should bj left to pride himself on his own cleverness at having detected siims of danger, in conscquc;-.c2 of which he ad vances in what seems a safe direction. j But as the devoted herd gets further ind further into the funnel of the con verging lines, much stronger measures have to be adopted. Considerable pressure is put on them from behind, to urge them on in the right direction; and simultaneously the visible ob stacles along the sides have to be much strengthened and effectively guarded, to prevent the herd from breaking through them. As the elephants actu ally approach the kheddah itself there is no longer any concealment on the part of the hunters. The firing of guns and the beating of drums, and loud shouts and noises, with long lines of fires, made out of the dried grass and brushwood, which have been collected for this pur pose, compel the affrighted animals to pui-h onward, until they finally enter the kheddah-itself, where at first all seems comparatively silent and safe. With regard to the actual kheddah or inclosure, in which the elephants are captured, a few words may suffice. It is, of course, surrounded by a fence; but the posts and rails arc huge trees and large branches stoutly intertwined, and strongly supported by groins to pre vent them from yielding to the rush of the elephants trying to escape from their captors. And if there is time to dig it, a comparatively small ditch inside the fence adds greatly to its strength. The elephant sees the newly dug earth and fears a pitfall. Its feet sink into mud and water, and the force of its charge against the fence itself is thus broken. Presently, when all the herd have entered the inclosure, a ponderous gate is closed behind them ; and this gate has to be stoutly fortified, and also defended by a number of men, firing blank cartridges in the face of any elephant that charges at them. In the same way, the whole circle of the kheddah is lined on its outer side with men, firing guns and brandishing torches to repel the charges of the elephants, until the whole herd morally and physi cally collapses, and tries to shelter itself in whatever cover may still be found from the trees and jungle left standing in the inclosure. Longman's Maga zine. Cnrc Tor Chapped Hands. Wash the hands with fine soap, and before removing the soap scruo them with a tablespoon ful of Indian meal, rinsing thoroughly with soft tepid water, wipe the hands perfectly dry, then rinse tlu-m in a very little water containing a teaspoon ful of pure glycer ine, rubbing the hands together until the water has evaporated. The glycer ine must be pure or it will irritate in stead of hcalinor. Canght. He What will you have, dear, candy or ice-cream? She No, Edward, get me some pop corn, please. He Do you like that stuff? She Yes; I like everything that pops. Harper's Bazar. NO. 17. Coursing tho Jack-Rabbit One of the most exhilarating sporti known in the West is the jack -rabbi coursing on the plains. It is not in dulgcd in in the Eastern States to an; extent, owing to the lack of plains an jack-rabbits. But to many a man wh( has lived in the West the mere mcntioi of the words will call up a traiu o memories of stirring dashes over tb snowT-covered prairies after the rabbi and hounds. A brace of racing greyhounds hole with a leash, followed by a score o more of lovers of the sport on horseback start out on a bracing winter morning when there is a light covering of snov on the ground, for the places where tht jack-rabbits are wont to congregate The jack-rabbit is unknown to the east cm part of this country. He is thi counterpart of the English hare. He i larger than the common rabbit or 1 'cot ton tail." He has long legs, and in i race is a runner worthy the attention o the fleetest of greyhounds. The coursers search in tho snow for a fresh jack-rabbit track aud follow it up. When tin rabbit is spied the hounds are let loosi and rush after him. The whole crowc of horsemen follow after, whooping anc yelling and urging on their horses to tin top of their speed. The hounds do not at first attempt t catch the rabbit. They arc too wary foi that. They simply try to run him down The jack-rabbit is au expert at dodging, and the hounds try to head him of whenever he attempts to make a sharj turn. At last by superior strength, anc the advantage of two to on they sue ceed in tiring him out, and he falls ai easy victim. Every time a hound heads the rabbit off it is a point in his favor. Two points ate placed to the credit o: the dog which catches the rabbit. A referee, mounted on a swift, sure horse, leads the followers of the dog and mark, the points. In this way it is decilec which hound wins. Stakes of fron $23 to $100 are usually up on thesi races. Boston Transcript. The Sparrow Nuisance. The English Sparrow is an enemy o: our native songsters and drives then away ; he is the foe of the gardener anc fruit grower, because he expels the in sectivorous birds, and then solaces him self with the young plants, the buds anc the fruit; he is destructive to the grapt crop, aud a rapicious feeder thereupon. In ten days, Sparrows in Australia robbec a single vineyard of three thousand pounds of grapes. This bird is an enemy to the grain growth, and destroys the grain in the milk, as well as cats and Avastes it in tho i ipencd head. II defiles buildings and destroys the vine! that cling to them. He is nol a destroyer of insects. These bold ly festoon the haunts of th Sparrow with web, and fasten tlicii cocoons to thc:n. At first he had the reputation of destroying caterpillars, and the measuring worm. But now our Caesar feeds on more toothsome meat. The State Entomologist of New York has proven by observation, that the caterpillar thrives where the Spar row most abounds, and the same con clusion is reached by more than one English entomologist. The loss fron: Sparrows in England is put at foui million dollars a year. In Australb tho loss is greater, and in the United States it passes computation. Angli can Agriculturist. Wonderful Skill with a Rifle. B. A. Bartlctt of Randolf, in this state, is a remarkable rifleman. In a re cent exhibition of his skill he is said to have hit a common white bean at a dis tance of twenty-five yards, holding his rifle ia various positions. He also hit a postal card that was set up edgewise. Using a thirty-two calibre ball he shol through a thirty-two calibre pistol bar rel, the bullet splitting on a knife blade on the further end of the revolver bar rel and each half of the bullet breaking an egg. He ignited a parlor match held by a person at the target stand, knocked the ashes from cigars and concluded by shooting a bean from the nose of a friend who had sufficient confidence in his skill to permit tli6 attempt. All these remarkable shots arc vouched for by reputable witnesses. Chicago News. An Unexplored Country. Morocco is sometimes called the "China of the West," for it is fully as much behind the times, and is even more of a mystery. There is really less known about some parts of it to-day than there is about the centre of Africa. Its area has never been accurately com puted, and its population has been vari ously estimated at from two and a half to eight millions; the very names of the tribes that compose it being unknown. Its high mountains, the loftiest on the j Mediterranean, are unexplored, and man' of its inland cities have nevei been entered by a European. Cosmo politan. The Cause of It. Wife (who has had her photograph taken) I think the expression about the mouth, John, is too firm. Husband A trifle, perhaps; but it was probably an effort for you to keep it shut, my dear. New York Sun, One square, one month - 260 For larger advertisements liberal con tracts will -bo made. Wealth Untold. Seek your treasure, and you'll find It exists but in the mind. Wealth is but the power that hires Blessings that tho heart desires; And if these are mine to hold Independently of gold, And the gifts it can bestow, I'm richer than I know! Rich I am if, when I pass 'Mid the daisies on the grass, Every daisy in my sight Seems a jewel of delight ! Rich am I, if I can see Treasure in the flower and tree, And can hear 'mid forest loaves Music in the summer eves; If the lark that sings aloud, On the fringes of tho cloud, Scatters melodies around Fresh as raindrops on the ground; And I bless the happy bird For the joy it has conferred; If the tides upon the shore Chant me anthems evermore; And I feel in every mood That life is fair and God is good! I am rich if I possess Such a fund of happiness, And can find whero'er I stray Humble blessings on the way, And deserve them ere they're given By my gratitude to heaven. Chambers' Journal. HUMOROUS. A watch that don't run doesn't need any chain. The most insane of the cereals is un doubtedly cracked wheat. Money is so tight now that some peo ple haven't even any loose change. A poet sings: "A little further on I shall find rest." Keep him moving. The man who is slow to express an opinion might just as well send it by freight. The thing that a woman always knows best is how some other woman ought to dress. Odd, isn't it, but people who pass their lives, so to speak, on beds of down, seldom get down in the mouth. Giving slippers to clergymen has gone out of fashion. The disobedient dri ll re n get them just the same, however. George Westinghousc, Jr., inventor of the air brake, is worth $9,000,000. This is, perhaps, the largest fortune ever made out of wind. When you see a man on a moonlight night trying to convince his shadow that it is improper to follow a gentleman, you may be sure it is high time for him to join a temperance society. Daughter Wasn't Julius Caesar one of the strongest men that ever lived, pa? Father What makes you ask that question? Daughter I was just read ing that he threw a bridge over the Rhine. Six Stricken Sionx. In 1881 I was hunting some lost horses in the broken country west of tho Big Horn river. I had ridden all tho morning over a country that was strange to me. About eleven o'clock I crossed a plateau, and was surprised to come su Idcnly to the edge of a canyon, tho existence of which I had not even sus pected. In the canyon was a stream with clumps of cottonwood timbcr ajong its banks, and in one of the open spaces was an Indian lodge. The Indians that hunted in that country were peaceable, but the war was just over, and the Sioux was feeling very sore. If they were Crows or Arapahoes I might get some information about my horses. I lay down and watched. No smoke came from the tepee ; no one moved around it ; half a dozen ponies grazed a few hundred yards distant. There was not even a dog, which looked rather suspicious. After vraiting five minutes I knew no more than at first. Suddenly three white-tailed deer came from the timber and walked leisurely across the opening. Then I knew that the camp was deserted, and the strange ness of it startled me. I mounted and rode down to the creek, and straight to the tepee. I threw back the flap, and I shall remember what I saw until death, n the centre of the tepee was spread a buffalo robe and on the robe were guns and scalp3 and many arrows; and sitting cross-legged in a circle iround the robe were six braves of the Sioux Nation. All were in their prime all decked out in war paint, and each one held a bow and arrow in his hand. On every face was an expression of calm indifference, as of one wdio neither suffers nor enjoys,' neither hopes nor fears. The faces were those of dead men, and small-pox had marked them with its awful mark. They took their misery with their heads up, and even the horrors of this disease could leave upon their hearts no stain of fear, upon their brows no marks of suffering. And this that their God might judge them men, and fit them to pitch their camps forever in the groves and green fields of paradise. Washington Star. A Hard Hit, "If I were bald as you," said Gus Smith to one of the most prominent citizens of Austin, "I would wear a wig." "I don't see why you should ever wcr.r a wig if you were bald,'-' was the quiet response. "An empty barn doesn't need any roof." Sittings.
The Chatham Record (Pittsboro, N.C.)
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Dec. 29, 1887, edition 1
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