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fllaMgli ft. A 7 mfti By P. M. HALE. ADVERTISING KATES. office: . Fayetteville St., Second Floor Fisher Building, j Advertisements will be inserted for One Dullar per square (one inch) for the first and Fifty Cents for each subsequent publication. Contracts for advertising for any space or time may be made at the office of the RALEIGH REGISTER, Second Floor of Fisher Building, Fayetteville Street, next to Market House. 11U 23) v m v -li II ii ii wni i RATES OF' SUBSCRIPTION : One copy one year, mailed post-paid 2 00 (die copy six months, mailed post-paid. . .'. 1 00 No name entered without payment, and no paper sent after expiration of time paid for. THE TOUCH OF GRACE. NO. 28. VOL. 1. RALEIGH, -N. C, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1884. Thomas More. Like morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, I That in their furrows, dark with night, Her hands may sow the seeds of light Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit dark and lost before. And, freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there, .- Till David touched his sacred lyre. In silence lay the unbreathing wire; But when he swept its chords aldng, Then angels stooped to hear the soug. - io sleeps the soul till Thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise r In music worthy of the skies-. "take supper in your pilaster's make us some punch, will you: room, and stiffish !" 1781. I.YDIA M.4CKEY AND TAKE. ETON. A -BOY AND HIS ORIGIN. (Bulwer in The Caxton Sir sir, it is alioy !" "A boy," said my father, looking up from his book, and evidently much puz zled ; " what is a boy?" . Xow my father did not mean by that in terrogatory to challenge philosophical in quiry,. nor to demand of the honest but unenlightened, woman who had just rushed into his study, a solution of that mystery, physiological and psychological, which has puzzled so many curious sages, and lies still involved iu the question, "'What i-f man " ,'.. But it so happened that my father was at that-moment engaged in "the important consideration whether the Iliad was written by one Homer or was rather a collection of sundry ballads, done into a,n epic by divers hands, and finally select ed, compiled, and reduced into a whole by a Committee of Taste, under that eleganj old tyrant Pisistratus : and the sudden affirmation ' ft is a boy,"' did not seem to .Itim pertinent to the thread of the discus sion. Therefore he asked, "What is a loyf vaguely, ana, as it were, taKen Dy j surprise. ' Lord, sir !" said Mrs. Primmins, "what iaboy? Why. the baby !" "The baby !" repeated my father, rising. What, you don't mean to say that Mrs. Caxton is eh ?" 'Yes I do' said Mrs. Primmins, drop ping curtsey; "and as fine a little rogue as ever I set eyes upon." "Poor dear woman!' said my father with great compassion. "So soon, too ' -o rapidly!'' he resumed in a tone of mus ing surprise. "Why, it is but the other day we were married!" Bless my heart, sir," said Mrs. Prim mins, much scandalized, "it is ten months and more." "Ten months!" said my father with a sigh. "Ten months! and I have not fin ished fifty pages of my refutation of Wolfe's monstrous theory ! In ted months a child!-r-and I'll be bound complete hands, feet, eyes, ears, and nose! and riot like this poor Infant of Mind (and my ' father pathetically placed his hand on the j treatise) of which nothing is formed and j shaped not even the first joint of the lit- , tie- linger! Why, my wife is a precious wjman! Well, keep her quiet. Heaven j preserve her, and send me strength to 1 support this blessing!" " But your honour will look at the baby ? ' come sir!" and Mrs. Primmins laid hold ' of my father's sleeve coaxingly. ' j Look at it ;to be sure," said my fath- j cr kindly; lookt it, certainly; it is but fair to poor Mrs. Caxton, after taking so I much trouble, dear soul !" I Therewith my father, drawing his dressing-robe round him in more stately folds, followed Mrs. Primmins upstairs into a room very carefully darkened. "How "are you, my dear?" said my fath er with compassionate tenderness, as he groped his way to the bed. A faint voice muttered, "Better now, 1 and so happy '." And, at the same mo ment Mrs. Primmins pulled my father away, lifted a coverlid from a small cradle, and, holding a candle within an inch of an undeveloped nose, cried emphatically, "There less it !" "Of course, ma'am, I bless it," said my father rather peevishly, "It is my duty - to bless it; Bless it! And this then, is the wiry we come in the world! red, very red" blushing for all the follies we are destined to commit." ' , ' My father sat down on the nurse's chair, the women grouped round him. He con tinued to gaze on the contents of the cra dle, and at length said musingly: "And Homer wajs once like this!" At this moment and no wonder, con sidering the propinquity of the candle to his visual organs Homer's infant likeness commenced the first untutored melodies of nature. "Homer improved greatly in singing as he grew older," observed Mr. Squills, the accoucheur, who was engaged in some mysteries in the corner of the room. "My father stopped his ears: "Little things can make a great noise," said he philosophically; "and the smaller the thing the greater noise it can make." So saying, he crept on tiptoe to the bed, :ind clasping the pale hand held out to hi in, whispered some words that no doubt charmed and soothed the ear fhat heard them, for that pale hand was suddenly drawn from his own and thrown tenderly round his t?eck. The sound of a gentle i kiss was heard through the stillness.. j "Mr. Caxton, sir," cried Mr. Squids, in i rebuke, "you agitate my patient you j must retire." My father raised his mild face, looked I round apologetically, brushed his eyes j with the back of his hand, stole to the door, and vanished. "I think," said a kind gossip seated at the other side of mother's bed, "I think, Jny dear,: that Mr. Caxton might have shown more joy, more natural feeling, I may say, at the sight of the baby: and such a "baby ! But all men are just the same, my dear brutes all brutes, depend upon it." "Poor Austin!" sighed my mother fee bly "how little you understand him!" "And now I shall clear the room," said Mr. Squills. "Go to sleep, Mrs. Caxton." "Mr. Squills," exclaimed my mother, and the bed-curtains trembled, "pray sec that Mr. Caxton does not set himself on fire;-and, Mr. Squills, tell him not to be vexed and miss me, I shall be down very soon shan't I?" "If you keep yourself easy, you will, ma'am." "Pray, say so; and. Primmins," "lea, ina am. '.Every one master. he "Mr. Caxton, how on earth did you come to marry?" asked Mr. Squills, ab ruptly, with his feet on the hob, while stirring up his punch. That was a home question, which many men might reasonably resent; but my father scarcely knew what resentment was. "Squills," said he, turning round from his books, and laying one finger on the surgeon's arm confidentially, "Squills," said he, "I myself should be glad to know how I came to be married." Mr. Squills was a jovial good-hearted man stout, fat, and with fine teeth, that made his laugh pleasant to look at as well as to hear. Mr. Squills, moreover, was a bit of a philosopher in his way; studied human nature in curing its diseases; and was accustomed to say, that Mr. Caxton was a better book in himself than all he had in his library. Mr. Squills laughed and rubbed his hands. My father resumed thoughtfully, and in the tone of one who moralizes: "There are three great events in life, sir, birth, marriage and death. None know how they are born, few know how they die. But I suspect that many can account far the intermediate ' phenomenon I cannot." "It was not for money. if must have been for love," observed Mr. Squills; "and your wife is as pretty as she is good." "Ha!" said my father, "I remember." "Di yon, sir?" exclaimed Squills, high ly amused. "How was it ?" My father, as was often the case with him, protracted his reply, and then seemed rather to commune with 'himself than to answer Mr. Squills. "The kindest, the best of men, murmured ''Alyssns Kruditioni: and to think that he bestowed on me the only fortune he had to leave, instead of to his own flesh suid blood, Jack and Kitty. All at least that I could grasp deficient vuinv, of his Latin, his Greek, his Orientals. What do I not owe to hjm !" "To whom?" asked Squills. "Good Lord, what's the man talking about?" "Yes, sir," said my father, rousing him self, "such was Giles Tibbets,' M. A., Sol Scientiarum, tutor to the humble scholar you address, and father to poor Kitty. i He left me his Elzevirs : he left me also his i orphan-daughter." . "Oh! as a wife " "No, as a ward. So she came to live ; in my house. I am sure there was no : harm in it. But my neighbors said there j was. and the widow Weltraum told me j the girl's character would suffer. What . could I do? Oh yes. I recollect all now ! j I married her, that my old friend's child ! might have a roof to her head, and come ' to no hartn. You see I was forced to do her that injury ; for, after all, poor young creature, it was a sad lot for her. A dull book-worm like me cochlea- vitttm agens, Mr. Squills leading the life of a snail. But my shell was all I could offer to my poor friend's orphan." "Mr. Caxton, Iiionoryou," said Squills, emphatically, jnmping up, and spilling half a tumbler full of scalding punch over my father's legs. "Y'ou have a heart, sir; and I understand why your wife loves you. You seem a cold man ; but you have tears in your eyes at this moment." "I dare say I have," said my father, rubbing his shins: "it was boiling!" "And vour son will be a comfort to you both," said Mr. Squills, reseating himself, j and, in has friendly emotion, wholly ao stracted from all consciousness of the suf fering he had inflicted. "He will be a dove of peace to your ark." "I don't doubt it," said my father rue fully; "only those- doves when they are small are a very noisy sort of birds non talium atium cant in munnum reduceiit. However, it might have been worse. Leda had twins." " So had Mrs. Barnabas last week," re joined the accoucheur. " Who knows what may be in store for you yet? Here's I a health to Master Caxton, and lots of I brothers and sisters to him !" I " Brothers and sisters! I am sure Mrs. I Caxton will never think of such a thing, ; sir," said my father almost indignantly. ! "She's much too good a wife to behave so. Once, in a way, it is all very well ; but twice and as it is. not a paper in its place, nor a pen mended the last three days : I, too, who can only write 1 cuspid duriua ruhC and the baker coming twice to me for his bill too ! The Ilithyiae are trouble some deities, Mr. Squills.'"; "Who are the Ilithyue?" asked the accoucheur.' "You ought to know," answered my father smiling. "The female du'inous who presided over the Neogilos or New-born. They take the uaritfc from Juno. See Homer, book XL By the by, will my Neogilos be brought up like Hector or Astyanax videJicit, nourished by its mother or by a nurse?" "Which "do you prefer, Mr. Caxton?" asked Mr. Squills, breaking the sugar in his tumbler. " In this I always deein it mv dutv to consult the wishes of the gen- tleman." J " A nurse by all means, then," said my father. " And let her carry him xipo kolpo, next to her bosom. I know all that has been said about mothers nursing their own infants, Mr.' Squills ; but poor Kitty is so sensitive, that I think a stout healthy peasant woman will be the best for the boy s future nerves, ana his motner s nerves, present and future, too. Heigh ho! I shall miss the dear woman very much; when will she be up, Mr. Squills?" " Oh, in less than a fortnight!" "And then the Neogilos shall go to school ! vpo Lolpo the nurse with him, and all will be right again," said my father, with a look of sly mysterious humor, which was peculiar to him. "School! when he's just born?" " Cain't begin too soon," said my father positively; "that's Helvetius' opinion, and it is mine too !" An Episode of the Revolutionary War. Dr. J. Marion Sims in Harper's. In 1781 South Carolina was completely overrun by the British. Lord Cornwallis held quiet possession of Charleston, had defeated Gates and DeKalb at Camden, driven Marion to the swamps of Pedee, scattered the forces of Sumter, and estab lished hi3 head-quarters in the Waxhaws, on the borders of North Carolina, while Tarleton had his on the Hanging Rock Creek, about thirty miles north of Cam den. Davie alone was left wnth a small force on the west bank of the Catawba, making occasional sorties to harass the outposts of the British. The Scotch-Irish and Huguenots of South Carolina were mostly Whigs, or rebels. The English colonists were divid ed ; the majority were Whigs; but there were a goodly number of loyal men among them who conscientiously espoused the cause of the mother country, and were called Tories. Lancaster county was one of the strong holds of the Whigs. The McElwains, Truesdales, Douglasses; Cunninghams, Twitbys, McDonalds, McMullens, Mack eys, and others of Scotch-Irish origin oc cupied and held the southern portion of Lancaster, and Charles Mackey was their acknowledged leader; while the Craw fords, Duulaps, Jacksous (General Jack son was then sixteen years old), Whites, Masseys, Dobys, Curetons, and dthers of the same stock held the Waxhaws, in the northern section of the county. The Whigs had always made Xaneaster too hot for the Tories, and had ruthlessly driven them out of the county to seek companion ship and sympathy wherever they might find it. But the advent of the British turned the tide of war completely, and now the Tories, with Tarleton's aid, drove the Whigs from Lancaster, some across the Catawba to join" Davie, and some to the Pedee to join Marion. Charles Mackey, as the leader ot his band, had made himself very obnoxious to the Tories, and they impatiently awaited a time of vengeance. He was a man of medium size, very act ive and energetic, a fine horseman, a splen did shot, hot-headed, impulsive, often running unnecessary risks, and doing dare-devil deeds. No work was too haz ardous for him. Lydia -Mackey, his. wife, was a woman of good common-sense, with clear head and fine judgment, and in coolness and self-possession far superior to her impetu ous husband. They had a young family of two or three children, and Charles Mackey had not seen or heard from them for several weeks. Their home was not more than two and a half miles from Tar leton's camp on the Hanging Rock Creek. He knew very well that it would be haz ardous for him to return to his home so near to Tarleton's headquarters, but his anxiety became so intense on account of his wife's peculiar condition that he could no longer remain in doubt about it. So he cautiously made his way home, where he unwisely loitered for a week, and dur ing this Jtirae he had the temerity to enter Tarleton's lines more than once in search of information Which would be valuable to his country's defenders. Charles Mackey 's house was a double log cabin, with cultivated patches of corn and potatoes on either side of a lane lead ing to the front, while at the rear was a kitchen-garden of half an acre or more, extending back to a large huckleberry swamp, which was almost impenetrable to man or beast. This swamp covered an area of ten or fifteen acres, and was sur rounded by a quagmire from ten to thirty feet wide, thus making it practically an island. It was entered by jumping from tussock to tussock of moss-covered clumps of mould, a foot or two in diameter, and rising six or eight inches above the pitch black semi-jelly-like mire, which shook in every direction in passing over it. A plank or fence-rail served as a temporary draw bridge, which was pulled into the swamp after crossing over. When the county was infested by Tories, Charles Mackey spent his days in the swamp, if not out scouting. At night he ventured home. He had good watchdogs, and they gave the alarm when any one ap proached, whether by night or day. If at night, he would immediately lift a loose plank in the floor of his bedroom, drop through ,on to the ground, crawl out in the rear, then run thirty or forty yards across the garden, gun in hand, and disappear in the swamp, pulling his fencerail draw bridge after him. There was no approach to the house in the rear, and his retreat was .always effected with impunity. Charles Mackey had been at home now 'A Thoroughly Reconstructed. Arkansaw Traveller. Some time ago at a ( public gather ing in Webfoot county, Colonel Lads mon was selected to read the Declar ation of Independence. He had not proceeded far w,hen an old fellow, who had come with a large following of Dry Fork boys, shWted: "Mistur, whut sort o' artickle is that you're readin'?" " The Declaration of Independence, sir." , "Wall, now, the war's over out here iu this section, an we don't want none o' that secesh business. I fit for the South, an' I sniffed a good deal o' smoke and I fear, is nefflectiniz vour i stopped several pounds o' lead, but when Be sure, (and my mother's lips j I flung down my oldfuzee,! agreed that approached close to Primmins' ear) be sure that you air his nigatcap yourseii." "Tender creatures those women," solil oquized Mr. Squills, as, after clearing the room of all present, save Mrs. Primmins and the nurse, he took his way towards my father's study. Encountering the foot man in the passage "John," said he,. the scrimmage was dun. Now, mister, I don't think that you air doin' right to come out here an' read that thing to the young folks. Lee's dead, and Grant' busted up, they tell me, so what's the use in all this hurrah business? I am as good a Southern man as anybody, but I never was no glutton." about a week, and was on the eve of leav ing with some valuable information fo the rebel generals, gained by his night prowlings in and about the headquarters of Colonel Tarleton. But early in a June morning (an hour or two before day) his usually faithful watch-dogs failed to give warning of the approach of strangers, and the first notice of their presence was their shouting "Hello !" in front of the house. Mrs. Mackey jumped out of bed, threw open the window-shutter, stuck out her head, surveyed the half-dozen armed horse men carefully, and said, "Who'sthere?" "Friends. Is Charley Mackey at ho'me?" She promptly answered "No." In the meantime Charley had raised the loose plank in the floor, and was ready to make for the swamp in the rear, when, stopping for a moment to be sure of the character of his visitors, he heard the spokesman say : "Well, we are very sorry indeed, for there was a big fight yesterday on Lynch's Creek between General Marion and thei British, and we routed the redcoats completely; and we have been "sent to General Davie at Landsford with orders to unite with Marion at Flat Rock as soon as possible and then to attack Tar leton. We don't know the way to Lands- j'ford, and came by for Charley to pilot us." i Mrs. Mackey was always cool and col lected, and she said she was very sorry her husband was not at home. But her husband was just the reverse hot-headed and impetuous. This sudden news of vic tory after so many reverses, was so in ac cordance with his wishes that he madly rushed out into the midst of the mounted men, hurrahing for Marion and Davie, and thouting vengeance on the redcoats and Tories ; and he began to shake hands en thusiastically with the "boys," and to ask particulars about the fight, when the ring leader of the gang coolly said: "Well, Charley, old fellow, we've set a good many traps for you, but never baited 'em right till now. 1 ou are our prisoner. Ana they marched him off, just as he was, without hat or coat, and without allowing him a moment to say a parting word to his poor wife. It was now nearly daylight, and they ordered him to pilot them to An3y McEl wain's, with the hope of capturing him too. But he was not at homo. Then he was compelled to pilot them to James Truesdale's, and he was not at home. From there they went to Lancaster village, and then to Colonel Tarleton's headquarters where Charley Mackey was tried by court martial, and sentenced to death as a spy. The next day Mrs. Mackey, not knowing what had happened, gathered some fruit and eggs, and, with a basket well filled, she made her way to Colonel Tarleton's camp. Hucksters were readily admitted when they had such luxuries to dispose of. On getting within the lines she inquired the way to Colonel Tarleton's marquee, which was shown to her. The colonel was on parade, but a young officer, w-ho was writing, asked her to be seated. After he had finished, he said, "Y'ou have some thing for sale, I presume." She replied that she had eggs and fruit. He gladly took what she had and paid for them. She frankly declared that her bas ket of fruit was only a pretext to get to Colonel Tarleton; that she was anxious to see him in person on business of great im portance. She then explained to him the capture of her husband, and that she wished to get him released if he were still alive, for she did not know but what they had hung him to the first tree they came to. The officer told her that the Colonel was on parade, and would not return for two hours not till he came in for his mid day meal. Mrs. Mackey was a comely woman of superior intelligence, and she soon interested the young officer in her sad condition. He expressed for her the deepest sympathy ; told her that her hus band was near by under guard; that he had been tried and sentenced to death as a spy; that he was to be hung at sunrise to-morrow morning; and that he feared there Avas no hope of reprieve, as the evi dence given against him by Tories was of j the most positive kind. He told her that ; Colonel Tarleton was as cruel and uufeel- j ing as he was brave, and that he would promise her anything to get rid of her. but would fulfill nothing. "However," said he, "I will prepare ' the necessary document for your husband's j release, filling in the blanks, so that it w ill j only be necessary to get Colonel Tarleton's j signature. But I must again frankly say , that this is almost hopeless." It was evident to the most superficial j observer that Mrs. Mackey would soon become, a mother, and this probably had something to do in enlisting the kindly j sympathy of the brave young officer. At ! twelve o'clock Colonel Tarleton rode up, J dismounted, and entered the adjoining tent. As he passed along the young offi- j cer said : "You must wait till he dines. : I Another charger will then be brought forth, and when he comes out to mount, i i you can approach him, and not till then." j At the expected time the tall, boyish- looking, clean-shaved, handsome young j j Tarleton came out of his tent, and as he I neared his charger he was confronted by I ! the heroic Lvdia Mackev, who in a few words made known the object of her visit, j He quickly answered that he was in a great hurry and could not at that time stop to consider her case. She said the case was urtrent : that her husband had been con demned to die at sunrise to-morrow morn- ing. and that he alone had the power to j save his life, lie replied: "Very well, my good woman, when 1 return later in the day I will inquire into the matter." Saying this he placed-his foot in the stir rup, and sprang up. but before he could throw his right leg over the saddle. Mrs. Mackey caught him by the coat and jerked him down. He turned upon her with a scowl, and she implored him to grant her request. He was greatly discomfited, and angrily said he would inquire into the case on his return. He then attempted again to mount, when she dragged him down a second time, begging him in eloquent terms to spare the life of her husband. "Hut tut, my good woman!" said he, boiling with rage. "Do you know what you are doing? Begone! I'll attend to this at mv conven ience; not sooner." j So saying, he tried a third time to mount, and a third time Lydia Mackey jerked him to the ground. Holding by ! the sword's scabbard and falling on her knees, she cried, "Draw your sword and slay me and my unborn babe, or give me the life of my husband, for I shall never let you go till you kill me or sign this doc ument" which she drew from her bosom and held up before his face. Tarleton trembled, was as pale as a corpse, and turning to the young officer, who stood near by, intently watching the scene, he said, "Captain, where is this woman's husband ?" He answered, " I'nder guard in yonder tent." Order him to be brought here." And soon Charles Mackey stood before the val iant Tarleton. " Sir." said he, " you have been convicted of bearing arms against his Majesty's government. Worse you have been convicted of being a spy; you have dared to enter my lines in disguise as a spy, and you can not deny it. But, for the sake of your wife, I will give you a full pardon on condition that you will take an oath never again to bear arms against the King's government." "Sir," said Charles Mackey, in the firmest tones, " I cannot accept pardon on those terms. It must be unconditional, or I must die." And poor Lydia Mackey cried out, "And I too must die;" and on her knees, holding on to Colonel Tarleton,' she pleaded with such fervor and eloquence that Tarle ton seemed fora moment to hesitate, and then, turning to the young captain, he said, with quivering lips, and in a voice choked with emotion, " Captain, for God's sake, sign my name to this paper, and let this woman go." With this, Lydia Mackey sank to the ground exhausted, and Colonel Tarleton mounted his charger ana gallopea on, doubtless happier for having spared the life of the heroic Lydia Mackey's husband. Lydia Mackey in her old age was a fine talker, and when I was a boy ten years old I heard her tell this story with such feel ing and earnestness that great tears rolled down her aged cheeks to mingle with those of her little grand -children gathered around her knees. The name of Tarleton was execrated in South Carolina till a very late period. But the Lydia Mackev episode shows that he had a heart not wholly steeled against the nobler feelings of humanity. The history of our Revolutionary wa can hardly present a more interesting tab leau than that of Lydia Mackey begging the life of her husband at the hands of the brave and bloody Tarleton. It is alto gether probable that the Lydia Mackey victory was the first ever gained over this redoubtable commander. My mother, Mahala Mackey, born Sep tember 1, 1792, was the ninth and young est child of Charles and Lydia Mackey, the subjects of this narrative. IN THE MOUNTAINS. THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE THERE And Their Waya of Living. Benjamin S. Pardee. 1 Riding through the country one comes frequently upon a little log building called in the vernacular "a mer chant mill," over whose large breast wheel a small stream of water, clear as crystal, is pouring, which has been diverted from its native brook by a narrow ditch, often not more than fifty yards long, only to join its parent waters again after doing its share of the miller's work. These little mills grind the wheat and corn of the neighborhood, and often are of so small capacity that twenty-five bushels is con sidered a good day's work. They are al ways picturesque, but never more so than when tended BY THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER, usually a bright eyed, fair faced maiden, who looks shyly up from beneath her sun bonnet for a glance at the passing stran ger, and then turns to the hopper again and attends to business. Another frequent sight in these mountains is that of a strap ping bare-footed merry boy, whistling as he tramps along the road with his sack thrown over his shoulder, a half bushel of corn in each end "to keep the balance true." How manv "matches are made in heaven," these mills being the portals thereto, who can tell? But besides these small branches with their frequent falls, there are many large creeks and rivers that can be made to do duty in the same way, and when railroads shall be finished, mines opened, furnaces built, and factories erected, the roaring cataracts whose eter nal thunders fill the forest with their grand diapasons, will be tamed to man's use, and help to swell that sublime or chestra of trip-hammers and anvils, of saws, looms, and clattering machinery, that together make the music of modern civilization, and of science applied to the practical arts. THE MOUNTAINEERS OK NORTH CAROLINA are a sturdy race sprung from no ordinary stock. Among them, as in all communi ties, are some lazy and shiftless people, whose only care is to fill their bellies with the least possible outlay of labor and to build a new cabin close to the timber as soon as fire wood has to behauled any distance. Then there are the " dog and gun men." that keep beyond the confines of that advancing population that drives the game from its fastnesses, and spoils their hunting. Mixed with these, but not of them, are a few outlaws from the circle of States around them, who may be wanted for some outrage, and, therefore, take up a residence in a well chosen spot from which in a day they can retreat to Tennessee, Georgia, or South Carolina, as prudence may at the time direct. Soon after the war these outlaws were numerous in the western counties, but the people made the country too hot for their habita tion, and they have ceased to exist as a class. As the mountain climate and soil was not suited to large plantations, very few negroes ever lived there, and the gre garious habits of that race, as well as the comparatively cool winters, have kept them from settling there in any consider able numbers since they became free. The mountaineers who constitute the majority of the population are a tall, handsome, athletic race, shrewd to a degree, fond of a joke, hospitable, proud, eager to have their country appreciated by strangers, and longing for the day when railroads and increased population shall give them more privileges, and a greater zest to their quiet lives. They are honest, religious after their fashion, can generally read and write, but have very little book learning, or that knowledge of the great outside world obtained from newspapers " and periodicals. In the country towns there are neat frame houses, occasionally gar dens, and in some instances a few home adornments. There is usually an academy in which all are taught, a. b. c. classes to the vouth pursuing classical studies. The farm houses are generally log cabins which tell THE HISTORY OF THE J'AMILY. One comparatively new will have a single room and a lean-to, in which all indoor life is transacted. That belongs to a young couple recently started together on life's journey. As children increase, (and the climate and soil dispose to fecundity) more room is required, and a second cabin is put beside the first, the space between being roofed over for the family loom. After a while one of the girls is married, and a third cabin is built next beyond the second, and a new family is started. Be yond this the mountaineer seldom gets, but his porch extends from the old cabin to the second and then to the third, so that all meet daily on a common platform. When a mountaineer lives on a road dis tant from taverns, he often arranges his domestic affairs so as to entertain stran gers, and it is no unusual thing for several beds to be set up in one room, the man and his wife occupying the first, the chil dren cuddled into the second, and the stranger in the third, but everything is managed with a homely delicacy that makes one unaccustomed to this style of living feel quite at ease. The principal agricultural products are corn, wheat, rye, oats, cowpeas, beans, Irish potatoes, yams and sweet potatoes, sorghum syrup, cabbages (rarely onions and tomatoes, though both do well), but ter, eggs and honey. Nearly every farm has peach and apple trees, the first gener ally yielding fair crops and the last never foiling. During the summer, the drying of these and of blackberries takes nearly all the spare time of every member of the household, for these, with feathers, eggs, butter, honey in the comb, the medicinal herbs gathered, and the wool not carded for the family loom, are all taken to the store to be exchanged for sugar, coffee, snuff, and such few other things as they must buy. The WIVES OK THE MOUNTAINEERS in the ashes), strong coffee without milk, fried eggs, fried bacon, stewed fruit, J quick-raised wheat biscuit, sorghum syrup, honey in the comb, buttermilk, and often fried chicken. Occasionally, when one of the boys has caught a string of trout, or the old man has shot a wild turkey, these come in for variety, but such exceptions arc rare as angel's visits. On the porch there is always a tin basin, a bucket of clear water, and a nice clean roller towel for the ablutions of a guest. The barn, the cow-house, and the cornshed are all' made of logs put up in cobhouse style, but with a tight roof over them. There are small coops for brooding hens and shel tered places for nests, but at night the fruit trees and outbuildings make their roosting places. The bees are hived in hollow logs, about thirty inches high, which stand in long rows in sunny places near the house and are called bee-gums. Eight months in the year flowers bloom in these mountains, and the "gums" are filled several times every season by these persevering little workers. It is delight ful to stand under a wild plum, a sour wood, or a crab apple tree when in bloom and hear the unceasing music of these busy insects as they load themselves with the sweets that are to be stored in their hives. Not content with what is gathered by the willing workers in his own gums, many a farmer takes a day off now and then to engage in the exciting-sport of nUNTING FOR I1EE TKEF.S. THE OAMPAIGX. EAST AND WEST, GOOD PROSPECTS Meet the Eyes of the Herald Observers. New York Herald. Equipped with his bait-box, his small tin can of wheat flour, his keen axe, and his bucket, he enters the forest, and selecting some sunny glade for his venture, he de posits his bait box on a stone, and sitting j near he watches for the coming of his ncpea-ior prey, .bre many minutes pass two or three bees arrive and take the bait. Quickly he dusts them with flour, and when they rise he shades hi eyes with his hand and notes the direction of their flight. Other bees have come meanwhile, whom he serves in the same fashion. If after a fpw mimitos thp first rf Viia rlnstpil fmpsts I probability that it will cast . to ! . .. f ' 1 1 , .. 1 T return he knows their tree is not far dis tant, and removes his bait a few yards in that direction. Sometimes he is fortunate enough to find the right spot in a few hours; at others he will spend days in the quest, and finally discover the hive in a crevice of the rocks, or in some huge stump, surrounded by concealing sprouts. Usually it is in a tall tree, with a great hollow in its interior, which must be felled before he can get at its contents, the accu mulations of many seasons' labors. If he gets twenty-five or thirty pounds of comb he feels well paid for his sport, but when, as is now and then the case, he gets a hun dred weight or more, he exults in his suc cess, and is for the time being the great man of his township. The pipe is the mountaineer's solace, and his inseparable companion; conse quently nearly every farm has in summer its carefully tended tobacco patch, the leaf of which is cured and stored for daily use. Some three or four years ago a citi zen of that part of the State which has long borne the name of "the golden belt," because of the valuable bright leaf tobaeco raised there, cultivated a small patch of it in Buncombe County with such success that others took it up, and the result was to make Asheville an important tobacco market, and to distribute many hundred thousand dollars annually among the farm ers of Buncombe and the adjacent counties. A Regular Down-Easter. Boston Commercial Bulletin. Some time ago, in New Hampshire, an old patriarch of ninety-five winters, was gathered to his fathers and a couple of temperance elders from a Massachusetts city happening o hear of the circum stance, and thinking it a good opportunity to pick up facts for a venerable example waited upon his surviving relative, a hard-handed old farmer, who was found in his shirt-sleeves leaning over a five-rail fence, thoughtfully chewing a wheat straw." "We called to ask you some questions about your grand-father. He must have been a remarkable man." " Y'a-as jess so, he was a very reg'lar man " "Ah, very temperate in his habits, I suppose." " Y'as, he gen'ly got up 'baout five iu summer, 'n' six in winter and allers took a glass of Jamaky rum first thing 'fore doin' his chores." "What! did he use stimulants?" "Hey?" 1' Was he addicted to alcoholic bever ages?" " No, he wasn't an eddicated man, but he allers took a little more Jamaky and smoked a pipe jest after breakfast he was a very reg'lar man, was gran'sir." "Well, I suppose a little liquor might have been required at his olcl age." " Y'as, so gran'sir often said, and his 'leven o'clock was a horn of rum and molasses, tho' he gen'ly took a little clear spcrrit after it jes befor settin' down ter dinner." " What, and did not all this dram drinking affect his health?" "Lor" bless yer, no, but I used to tell him he oughten to drink a mug of cider at dinner, but he said a pipe of nigger head terbaccer arter dinner an' his four o'clock errog an' a little gin an' sugar afore supper set him all right." " Great heavens ! Why, I thought you said your grand-father was a very regular man." " Reg'lar! So he. was, reg'lar as a clock, and when he'd had a horn or two arter supper, and was setten' afore the fire over a night-cap of old Jamaky, smoking his pipe, my gran'father" "Hang your grand-father! I he oia man must have been preserved in alcohol and tobacco or he would never have lived so long" and the elders withdrew, satis fied that they had neither a remarkable il lustration nor frightful example to suit their purpose. We have made careful inquiries of well informed persons in several of the most important States, East and West, as to the facts of the canvass so far as developed, and the prospects in each of the States where" this inquiry has been made. The replies we have received surprise us as much as they gratify us. From Ohio we hear that the Democrats are fairly certain of success. While they are united and meeting everywhere with promising results, the Blaine managers feel the effects of a cold wind of popular disfavor. The Democrats do not boast that they will carry the State in October; but they believe they have an excellent promise of victory, and that if the Re publicans carry Ohio it will be by so nar row a vote as to make it substantially a defeat for them. Some of our correspon dents give such analyses of the vote as make the prospects of a Democratic victory in Ohio in October much stronger than we have stated them above. Concerning'Indiana, we have the most positive assurance that the State will cer tainly go for Cleveland by at least ten thousand. In both Ohio and Indiana the number of Republicans who will vote against Blaine is found to be astonishing ly large, and sufficient in itself to turn the .scale in those States. Our reports show also that there is nowhere any consider able or marked defection from the Demo cratic ranks, although both in Ohio and Indiana the Blaine people are reported to be courting and seeking the Irish vote. From Michigan we get confident reports that that State will be lost to the Blaine ; ticket. j "Towa, our private correspondence shows, j is at least an uncertain tate, with the ! its electoral vote for Cleveland. There, too, great numbers of Republicans are going to vote for Cleveland, and the condition of par ties is such as to make the State this year probably Democratic." In Wisconsin the opposition to the Blaine ticket believe they will carry the State and defeat Blaine and Logan, and there are Blaine men who privately admit this to be very probable. From all over New England reports'' reach us which show a state of politics very dangerous to the Blaine men. There are sanguine but well informed men in Massachusetts who assert even that with faithful hard work that State can be car ried for Governor Cleveland, and they add that the effort will be made. From New Hampshire Democrats write that they can carry the State, unless the Portsmouth Navy Yard swamps them. But they are conscious that they have a strong antago nist in Secretary Chandler. Vermont, we are assured, will cast a very greatly re duced Republican majority in November, though in the September election for Gov ernor the Republican candidate, who is a popular man, is likely to poll the full vote of his party. Connecticut is regarded as a doubtful State, with the chances in favor of the Democrats now, and a strong set of the tide toward them. In answer to numerous inquiries from i other parts of the countrv we will add ' that New York and New Jersey appear to j be safe for Cleveland. The canvass in both States goes on energetically, and the reports at the headquarters leave so little ! doubt of a favorable result that these two r States need not give uneasiness to Demo- crats eisewnere or aisiraci tneir aiceniiou from their own localities. Ne-w Y'ork is well in hand,- and those who are managing here for the Democratic party are confi dent that they will show a good result in November. A survey of the field at this moment gives promise of a "tidal wave" in No vember against the Blaine ticket. From all quarters reports coniio us of very large and increasing Republican opposi tion to the Blaine ticket and much smaller defection from the Dmocratic ranks than was at one time feared. There is, accord ing to our reports, a spirit and determina tion this fall among the voters everywhere which promise very important results a determination to " make a change" and to see whether the people still control or whether the "machine" politicians really have the country by the throat. A cor respondent from Illinois writes us: "If people in the East could see what a revo lution is going on in this State and in Wisconsin, Michigan and Iowa, the friends of. Cleveland everywhere would be greatly encouraged. " column and had made its exit from the body near the region of the heart. It had left its track .upon the side of the saddle, and had then dropped to the ground. The horse had Temained quiet, as he was fastened by a halter. The following is another incident. At the battle of Williamsburg, Dr. T. B. Reed examined the body of a United States zouave who had received a ball in the forehead just as he was climbing over a low fence. He, likewise, had preserved the last attitude of his life. One of his legs was half over the fence, while his body still remained behind. One hand, which was partially closed, was raised level with his forehead, with the palm forward as if to preserve himself against some imminent danger. UERITIAN WAYS Ah tliey Appear to an American. Strange Attitude After Death. From all we gather there is now the fullest and finest crop of tobacco ever seen on the ground in Granville.- Oxford Torchlight. have a much harder life than their hus bands, for in the absence of help they have all the ordinary work of the family to do, besides the carding, spinning, and weav ing of the materials, and the making of all the family garments. They rise and, as a rule, go to bed with the sun. A trip to the county town once or twice a year, a camp-meeting lasting a week, a birth, wedding, or funeral in the neighborhood, these are their recreations. Iu planting and harvest time they often help in the fields, in addition to the home drudgery and the care of their children, l ct as a whole they are as happy ana contented a I body of wives and mothers as can be j found in the land, devoted to their hus- j bands and children, and knowing no bet- ter life than that in which they but I do as their mothers and grandmothers did before them. The usual food found in a mountain cabin at every meal is ashcake (a kind of corn bread wet up with water, moulded into an oblong loaf, and baked Tlarry Me, Darllnt, To-Mjclit. From the Century. Me darlint, it's axin' they are That I goes to the wars to-be kilt. An' come back wid an iligant shkar. An' a sabre hung on to a hilt. They offers promotion to those i Who die in deflnse of the right . 1 I'll be off in the mornin' suppos Ye marry me, darlint, to-night? There's nothin' so raises a man In the eyes of the wurrid as to fall Ferninst the ould flag, In the van, Pierced through wid a bit of a ball. An' when I am kilt ye can wear Some Iligant crape on yir bonnet. Jist think how the womCn will shtare Wid invy whiniver ye don it: Oh, fwat a proud wlddy yell be Whin they bring me corpse home, not to mention The fact we can live (don't ye see?) All the rest of our lives on me pinsion! Dr. C. E. Browu-Sequard in I .a Nature. One of the most striking examples of the strange fact that I am about to study was observed by Dr. Rossbach, of Wurt bourg, upon the battlefield of Beaumont, near Sedan, in 1870. He found the corpse of a soldier, half-sitting, half-reclining, upon the ground, and delicately holding a tin cup between his thumb and fore finger, and directing it toward a mouth that was wanting. The poor man had, while in this position, been killed by a cannon ball that took off his head and all of his face except the lower jaw. The body and arms at the instant of death had suddenly taken on a rigidity that caused them afterward to remain in the position in which they were when the head was removed. Twenty-four hours had elapsed since the battle, when Dr. Rossbach found the body in this state. A detachment of United States soldiers, foraging around Goldsboro, North Caro lina, came suddenly upon a small band of Southern troopers who had dismounted. These latter immediately jumped into their saddles, and all scampered away except one, after being exposed to one round of fire. The soldier who did not escape was sitting upright, one foot in his stirrup. In his left hand he held the bridle and the horse's mane, while his right hand grasped the barrel of his rifle, near the muzzle, the stock of the gun rest ing on the ground. The horseman's head was turned toward his right shoulder, ap parently watching the approach of the as sailing party. Some of the soldiers of the latter were preparing to fire again, when their officer ordered them to desist, j and to go and make the defiant man a prisoner, "he latter, upon being ordered to surrendei, made no answer. When he j was approached and examined, it was ; found that he was dead and rigid in the j singular attitude that we have just de scribed. It too considerable of an effort ; to force his left hand to release the horse's mane and to remove the rifle from his right hand. When the body was laid upon the ; ground, the limbs preserved the same po I sition and the same inflexibility. This man had Deen struck Dy two Dans nrea from Springfield rifles. One of these had entered to the right of the vertebral Correspondence of the World. J" ' Mr.MC'ii, Bavaria, Aug. 12. Munich has the largest beer gardens and the best beer in Europe. The city runs to beer, art and music. The best Bavarian beer sells for three cents per quart mug. It is common to see a man sit down and drain off three quart mugs at a sitting. If you see a procession of people on any street, and follow it, it will take you to a beer garden. In these gardens you will some times see :i,000 people drinking beer and listening to the music. In these gardens refreshments are also served. Fried saus age costs three cents, bread a penny, chick en and duck live cents. Many of the drinkers bring their own refreshments. A man always comes with his family. I have seen but one drunken man in France, Switzerland and Bavaria. After the Ba varian has drank two quarts he feels a lit tle exhilarated, but the third sets him to yawning. The Government inspects the beer. It is pure. The hops are hops and not aloes, as in America. When I asked a Bavarian how much beer a man could ' drink, he said : "We have men who drink, thirteen quart-mugs at a sitting. Bayard Taylor while here drank six." OF.liVAX SOI.DIEHS BEIU.IN. The handsomest soldiers in the world and the proudest are in Germany. Whip ping the French has made them vain and self-sufficient. Like their master Bis marck, they really have a pity and con tempt for France. "Every man in Ger many must serve from one to three years in the army," said the Mayor of Dresden, in a conversation I had with him. "Not every one," I said. "If a boy has a rich father he can escape." "No. not if his father is worth ten mil lion dollars," said the Mayor, "the rich and poor art: alike. If a poor boy studies hard enough to pass an examination in one year he can go home. If he is stupid he stays three years. If. a rich boy is stupid he also stays three years. The smartest boys become officers. We don't have mil itary schools here. The army is a school." "Don't you think it hurts Germany to keep 100,000 young men in the army in time of peace?" I asked. "No. You do not understand the Ger man army, It is a school. The stupidest dunce once in the army is transformed in to a man in a year. When he goes home his neighbors do not know him. The French armv degrades the common sol dier; our "army raises him up; it really ed ucates him. We have competitive exami nations, and very ofteu a poor boy if he is smart becomes au officer over a stupid rich boy. In the Prussian army everything goes by merit." "Has a Prussian officer a right to make a servant of a private, as he has in Ameri ca?" "Never, sir. Making a menial of a sol dier will ruin any army. A Prussian offi cer who would compel a soldier to do the work of a servant would be cashiered. Why, some of our rich German private soldiers keep servants of their own. A soldier do servant's work! Your)uestion astonishes me ! " " But the officer of a cavalry regiment, if he were riding on the Unter den Linden (the Central Park of Berlin) would have a private riding behind him, would he not?" I asked. "No. sir. If he had a servant he would be dressed like a groom. No soldier would hold an officer's horse. Why, many of our ricli privates keep grooms themselves." I thought of the many times I had seen our American officers using soldiers for servants, and how different it is here, where a private will not even tie or hold an officer's horse ; in fact, where he will do.no menial work. I noticed this morn ing, when officers were riding in the park, that they took their own servants, dressed like grooms, but no soldier uniform was j tlfus degraded. It is this one thing that i makes the Prussian army the best in the j world. It w as this one thing Gen. Sheri dan thought that made the victory at Se dan. Gen. Sheridan! stop the use of our soldiers as servants, and our army will be a different army. I asked Carl Salbach, one of the leading merchants of Berlin, if his son would have to go in the army too. "Have to?" repeated Mr. Salbach, " why, I want him to go in the army. He is anxious to go himself. He is-only afraid ' they will reject him on account of not being strong enough. He is in college now and can finish the army in a year. If he makes a good soldier he may get a lieutenantcy ; it is worth trying for." POOU CKKMAN tilKI.S. The girls in Germany outnumber the boys by several millions. This, and the fact that many men are too poor to marry, leaves about five million women who have to remain single. The rich girls get mar ried, but the poor ones stay single and are forced to shame or hard labor. In Munich no young man is permitted to marry until he has proved to the authorities that he is able to support a wife. If children are born and the parents cannot support them, the State holds the city authorities respon sible for their maintenance. When an un married German woman becomes old and poor she is miserable indeed. She cannot starve, so she carries burdens in the street. Often she is hitched like a horse to a wag on, and does a beast's work: Happy in deed ought a young lady to feel when her good fate has permitted her to be born in America! PatH Lock. Patrick and Biddy were engaged And time set to be married; But Biddy flirted, Pat got mad. And wi the plan miscarried. Then Biddy soothed her wounded heart. And was to Michael wed; Michael fell down between two ears And home was carried dead. "That was a lpcky 'scape," said Pat, Fur if I'd married Biddy N I would have been in Michael's place. And she'd have been my widdy."
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