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WINSTON
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NORTH-WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA WE LABOR FOR ITS INTERESTS.
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VOLUME VII.
WINSTON. FORSYTH COUNTY, N. C, TUESDAY. APRIL 28. 1885.
NUMBER 14.
ivm TUESDAY m
JAMES A. ROBINSON,
Owner and Editor.
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FURNITURE!
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BEDSTEADS, CRIBS,
BABY CARRIAGES,
SIDE BOARDS.
WARDROBES,
PARLOR SUITS,
WALL PAPER.
TOILET SETA
Witt Rota, Ptotara Pram". Moaldtaf, fla
and Madtiua
CHAMBER SUITS,
USE'S WELL FIXTURES.
Buggies I Buggies I Buggies I
Uw Una enywere Mm. Com uJ look for
jouraelf baler 7 (Ml bur.
CICERO TISE & CO.,
TIM Block, Main Street,
WINSTON. N. C
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Drugs,
Medicines,
(Patent Medicines,
Perfumery, Fancy Goods,
Mineral Waters, Cigars,
Smoking and Chewing Tobacco,
Points,
Oils.
Dye Stuffs,
White Lead,
Putty.
Machine ant Tanners' Oil,
WH ml inula. Ptrilutrr, Toilet
iiUdO, Tmtt Bnsia, Sjrass, At.
t which Im Invites the town end country
Merchants.
Physieisns will Ind in his store all ths
popular propriety articlee of th day,
caches
JC LI I IRS, SYRUPS, WINKS, SUGAR
COATED PILLS, GBANCLK3
SOLID AND FLUID XX
TBACT9, MXDICAT-:.
PLASTERS AND
OINTMINTS.
Sarfkal laatraaasmts altered at aaaaak
taraia paleee.
tS. K. CHAMBERLAIN,'
Practical Architect.
DRAWINGS IN FULL DETAIL
BVfef orowVly BtnttUJ wit. tk prftctkml n
ja.iin. if tulilirigi. I ia.
GUARANTEE SATISFACTION.
TERMS REASONABLE -
tm nasi to ooa a.
Taa flowara ara daad that auda a aautaut
By wayda aooka and oa tha .oanj kill,
Aad wttk ragrat tkaa kaarta of aura grow
1 all aaafta will.
Wa lorad tha Moaaoau, (or Ihay halpad to
britffatan
Tha Una aa dark with waarrlag toU aad
ear..
Aft hapaa aad draanu forarar h.tp lo Ughtea
l b. hear loads wa baar.
How lika tha flowara, whoaa traaaiaot Ufa
la andad,
Tha bopaa and dreams ara, that fur oaa
briaf boor,
Maka the glad aaart a gardaa bright and
, aplandld
About loTa's latlioed bowar.
Oaa Uttta boar of almnet perfeot pleasure,
A foretaata of tha happiuaas to ooma,
Thaa soddan frost tba gardeu iaids its
traaaura,
Aad standi ia aorrow, dumb.
Oh, Uatan, haartl Tha flower may lone lta
glory
Beneath tba touch of frost, but dues not
die,
Ia spring it will repeat tha old sweat atory.
Of God's dear by aud bya.
In baa Ten, if nprer here, the hopes we cher
ish Tha flowara of human II re. wa count as
lost.
Will Ure again. Buoh beauty cannot per
ish; And hearan has no frost.
"It's so very lODassme Lerel" sighed
Isabel Darling.
And to one who bad been brought up
In the very heart of busy, bustling New
York, It might well have seemed "lone
some" in that solitary ravine of the
bills, with only the sound of moaning
pines overhead and the rustle of a
mountain stream, as it fled foaming
over rock and bowlder, to people the
weird sileneel
Grandmother Kesley had lived there
all her life. To her there was com
panionship In every stately tree and
shuddering clump of bushes. The sound
of wind shrieking down the huge stone
chimney was sweeter, in her ears, than
Nllason's clearest notes the creaking
of the shutters at night was the voice
of some gossiping companion I How
eould Grandmother Kesley, at seventy,
and Isabel Darling at seventeen, be ex
pected to view life from the same
platform?
"Lonesome!" echoed old Mrs. Kes
ley. "Oh, fiddlestick I Get your knit
ting, and then you wont be lonesome!"
And, reluctantly enough, Isabel
obeyed.
Nightfall had long descended upon
the solitary homestead among the hills.
Here and there a star glimmered
through the ragged rack of clouds that
were scudding from the northwest, and
the wind was holding high carnival
among the tree-tops, In the glen below.
Mrs. Kesley sat before the fire with
such a generous heap of burning logs
as that no auxiliary candles were need
edand her queer, brown, wrinkled
face looked like that of a Fairy God
mother In the ruddy shine. Isabel sat
opposite, her soft brown eyes mirroring
the blaze as it flashed and flickered, her
dark hair shining like bands of satin.
Isabel Darling was very pretty so
pretty. In sooth, that her thrifty parents,
who had Ave other feminine "darlings"
to dispose of, considered that her rose
bud face ought to buy her a fortune, and
indignantly bundled her off to Grand
mother Kee'ey'sauiong the Adirondack
hills, when the first eoupcon leaked out
of a lover who had no more money than
be himself could earn, at his artist
craft of wood engraving.
"Our Isabel, to throw herself away
on Fred Hensleyl" cried Mr. Darling.
"And with her face, and the education
we've given her!"
"Of course it's quite out of the
question!" said Mrs. Darling, who had
Just such keen eyes and wrinkled bro s
as her mother might have had twenty
five years before a worthy decendant
of the line of Kesleys. "We must
send her to Grandmother Kesleys at
once."
Grandmether Kesley had written
back a favorable response to the letter
of Inquiry that was at once dispatched
upon the subject.
"Let her eome," said Grandmother
Kesley, with a very sputtering quill
pen on paper that was fasionable half a
century ago. "Ton needn't worry
yourselves about her lover. Lovers
arnt In my line, and this Hensley chap
may have her, If once be finds bis way
inside my doors, and welcome I"
And It was in answer to this trumpet
of defiance that poor Isabel Darling
was now wearing her heart out. In the
solitude of these wild, northern hills!
Grandmother Kesley was kind-heart
ed, too, in her way. She had done her
best to enliven the pining prisoner
had brought down a packet of musty old
novels, 'Clarissa Harlow," "Charlotte
Temple," "Alonxo and Melissa," and
the like furnished Isabel with materi
als to work a sampler exactly like that
which bung framed above toe "best
room" mantel, a memorial of her own
school-days, and even undertaken to
show her how to spin! Could any mor
tal, however unreasonable, ask more
Tat, with all this, Isabel Darling still
drooped! .4
To-aighi Grandmother Kesley bad a
new entertainment provided. 8 be bad
seen Isabel covertly crying once or
tirice in the ooarat of the day, and her
heart grew soft within her.
'Isabel, " said she, as they sat tete-a-tete
ia tha twilight, "I never showed
you say boa of Jewels?"
'Ne, grmodoioUier said Isabel,'
listlessly. 1
"Would you llks to sea 'tmV
"Tea. grandmother," still without
anything of interest In the tones.
Grandmother Kssley went to a uri
etaawnpad old hair trauk that al
ways stood under the bead of her bed,
hidden by the voluminous fall of the
paten work quilt, and with a great rat
tling of rusty keys, drew fertb a small
square box, of some aromatio smelling
wood.
Isabel's eyes opened la spite of het
self, as the eld lady held up a glittering
string of ancient gold beads.
'1 had them when I was a gal o'
fourteen," said she, nodding ber be
ctpped bead. "Father that's your
great-grandfather Kesley, child give
'em to me when I finished my first set
o' shirts for him. And here is a lot o'
amethysts my Uncle Poundridge
brought from sea there was a Spanish
ship wrecked on the shores where he
chanced to be coastin', and them was
among the things cast up. "
The purple stones, set In a strange,
old fasioned filagree of finely wrought
gold, winked and glimmered oddly in
the firelight, as Grandmother Kesley
elevated them In her skinny fingers.
"And this 'ere is a gold watch and
chain Squire Seth Duplex left your
Grandfather Kesley, when be died.
Your grandfather and be was great
friends, Isabel, and tbe squire was al
ways a great band to do things liberal.
But John Kesley never carried tbe
watch he always said It was too fine
for him and be stuck to bis silver one.
And here's jour Uncle Lantech's
snuff-box and your Aunt Sylvy's wed
ding ring poor child, she died before
she'd been married a year, and the coral
ear-drops she used to wear! It's a
pretty good box full of crinkum-crank-urns,
alnt it, child?"
"Oh, they are beautiful!" assented
Isabel, roused to enthusiasm at last.
"And I dont mind saying, Isabel,
they shall be yours, one of these days,
If mercy upon us what's the matter
with the child?"
For Isabel bad sprang from her seat
like a frightened hare from its form.
"A face, grandmother a pale, rigid
face, looking in at the window through
the darkness without."
"Oh, pshaw!" cried Mrs. Kesley,
"there ain't a soul lives within two
miles of us. Who on earth should be
lookin' in at my winder?"
"I don't know," persisted Isabel,
"but I did see a face."
Mrs. Kesley opened the door and
looked up and down. .
"I told you sol" she nodded trium
phantly, closing and bolting the door.
"Not a creetur to be seen, not so much
as a stray dog. It's your fancy, Isa
bel!" And not all her grand-daughter's
protestations could convince the ancient
dame to the contrary.
But about half an hour afterward,
Jnst ss Mrs. Kesley was spreading the
round cherry table with a cloth of
home-spun damask, two-tlned forks
and plates of some foreign ware, curi
ously decorated with unlikenesses of
birds, bees and insects, a knock came
to the door, and Isabel started again,
almost as nervously as before.
It was beginning to snow softly, as
Mrs. Kesley opened the door, and the
crooked little figure that stood there
was powdered over with the white drift
an old woman wearing a crumpled
black bonnet, and an ancient brown
cloak with a double cape descending
below her elbows.
"Who be you?" curtly questioned
Grandmother Kesley, "and what do
you want disturbing honest folks at
this time o' night?"
"I'm Loulsy Ann Paddock," was the
humble and ooneilatlng reply, "and I
started to walk from Hollyford to stay
a spell with Mrs. Squire Johnson below
here she and my mother were
first cousins, you know and somehow
I've got belated, so I calculated you'd
keep me all right on a pinch I"
"Humph!" grunted grandmother
Kesley, "I ain't acquainted with Mrs.
Johnson, but I've heard she was a
dreadful likely womanl Well, walk In"
Mrs. Paddock it's an ugly night to be
out in, and although we aint no great
hands for company, , I guess you can
put up with our ways! Won't you lay
off your things?"
"Thankee!" said the new comer, In a
regular New England twang. "I'll
take oft my cloak, but If It's all the
same to you. 111 rather set with my
hood on I'm dreadful suhject to neu-
ralogy in the face!"
And all they eould see of Louisa Ann
Paddock's face was the startling bright
eyes that were veiled beneath a screen of
a pair of spectacles.
"She's a queer-lookln' old creature.
alnt she?" said Mrs Kesley In a whis
per, as Isabel helped her ladle up a dish
ful of delicious, limpid "apple sauce"
from a stone Jar of tbe same, that
always stood on the second pantry
shelf. But Isabel did not answer
she was watching the half open door.
"I suppose 1 am fanciful," thought
she "at least grandmother always
says so; but I do think the face Is Just
the same that was flattened against the
wlndew when she was showing me the
box of old fashioned Jewelry. I wish
we hadnt let ber In. I wish there was
a man about the house. I wish "
'Dear heart alive, Isabel, what on
earth be you dolntr, scolded Grand
mother Kesley "boldln the dish so
that all tbe sirup's runnin' out?"
And Isabel, with a Mush and a start,
was forced to own ber absent-minded-ness.
Their own utter helplessness, their
Isolation and distance from aid the
rich old Jewels In the wooden casket,
and thefpallld face at the window, Taa
ishinf almost aa instantly as it appea.jd
these, combined with one or two
discrepancies m the eon duct and -ap
pearance of tbelr uninvited guest, Oiled
Isabel Darling's heart with vague alarm.
People bad been ruthlessly murdered
ta their beds before now, for treasures
laws valuable than these, and, had an
opportunity presented Itself, she would
bare take swuasal with her praaev
mother upon the subject. But even as she
pondered, tbe new comer rose to get a
drink of water from tbe stone pitcher
on the table. One or two long, vigor
ous strides, and then catching a glimpse
of Isabel's startled face, tbe loiduant
Louisa Ana subsided once more Into
the halting limp of old age.
But one Instance of forgetful ness
had been quite sufficient to confirm the
young girl's already aroused suspicions.
"I was right," thought Isabel, ber
heart beating wildly. "I was right!
She is no woman, but a man In dlguiss.
And Grandmother Kesley never sus
pects! Oh, what, what shall I do?"
At that moment Mrs. Kesley rose,
and, taking the shining brass candle
stick, began slowly to climb the stair
way that led to the attic of the one
story dwelling.
"For I s'pose," she thought, "the
poor, tired creetur'll be glad to get to
bed; and I may as well see if the little
cot in the north chamber is all right,
with blankets enough to keep off one's
death of eold."
Isnbel had risen Instantly to follow
ber, with one forward stride, "Louisa
Ann Paddock" closed the door at the
foot of the stairs and drew the bolt.
'Stay where you are!" uttered a low
voice In unmistakably masculine ac
cents. Isabel uttered a wild scream.
"Help!" she shrieked, Involuntarily
uttering the watchword, although she
knew no human ear was nigh to re
spond. "Help! For heaven's sake do
not murder us, two helpless lonely
women!"
"Isabel!"
In an Instant the brown cloak and
hood lay In a lump on the floor, and
she was clasped in a pair of arms that
were as strong aa they were tender.
And through the cannonade of knock
ing and rattling at the stairway door,
kept up by Grandmother Kesley, who
had been alarmed by ber grand-daugh
ter's scream, Isabel could only gasp
out the half audible syllables:
"Oh, Fred! Fred Hensley! how
could you frighten me so?"
"Open the door, some one!" squeak
ed Mrs. Kesley. "Murder! Thieves!
Fire! Bobbery! Let me In I say!"
"Grandmother, don't be frightened,"
cried Isabel, tremulously; ' "it's only
Fred!"
"And." added the stranger, blandly,
'Fred will be very happy to unbolt the
door any moment you are willing to
satisfy your agreement!"
"What agreement?" demanded Mrs.
Kesley.
"That If once I found my way inside
your door I might have Isabel and
welcome!"
"I never said so!" cried tbe old lady.
"But you wrote so," said Fred,
calmly, "and I have it down In black
and white!"
Grandmother Kesley made no at
tempt to deny her own "hand-ofwrite,"
but changed her tactics with laudable
promptitude.
"Isabel, are you going to keep me
here In the cold all night? Why don't
you open the door?"
"I cant grandmother!" faltered
Isabel, her cheeks radiant with blushes.
"Fred wont let me stir!"
(But then she didn't try very bard!)
"I tell your what, ma'am," said Mr,
Hensely politely, "I shall be delighted
to release you at any moment you say
'Yes' to my suit for Isabel!"
There was a moment's meditative
silence, and then grandmother Kesley,
sensible to the last, uttered tbe fute
ful monosyllable! .
"Yes!"
And when she emerged from her
state of siege on the stairway, tbe only
observation she hazarded was:
"Young folks will be young folks
and there aint no use fightin' against
Fatel"
"And 1 thought you were a robber!"
said Isabel, looking with timid happi
ness into her lover's eyes, "come to
steal Grandmother Kesley 's Jewels!"
"So I am!" said Fred smiling. "And
I have stolen the very brightest of
tbem all!"
When Frederick Hensley went away,
a fortnight afterward, be took Isabel
Darling with him as bis bride, and
Grandmother Kesley a wedding present
was the wooden box of antique tresures,
gold beads, amethyst necklace and all.
MK ante aa 1.
The little town of 811 ver Gulch was
astir. A crowd of men were gathered
in front of Major Haalett'a Internal re
freshment saloon gaxing at a poster
stuck up on one of tbe shutters, ibe
thin, lanky man reading the notice
aloud for the edification of the less
gifted portion of tbe crowd Is tbe editor
and proprietor of the only newspaper in
the town, tbe giloer Quilt Bantam, and
tbe poster In question Is a sample of his
skin in the printing line:
"Notice. Tbe citizens of Silver
Gully will be on band to-morrow at 8
P. M. to meet the San Francisco stage,
and give a hearty welcome to our new
e:hool-mistress.
Georob V. Haslett, Mayor."
"P. 3. White Shirts.
Ten minutes after tbe poster was
read there was a cornej In white shirt.
Old Levy's stock of seven, which had
been In his store ever since the town
came Into existence, realized for tbelr
owner about 1.0U0 per cent, profit.
The unfortunates who found them
selves without tbe coveted shirts were
downcast and disconsolate, but genius
finally found a way out of the difficulty.
A roll of muslin was cut np into false
shirt fronts, which were Intended to be
tucked under the rest and pinned to a
paper eoDar, Noontime found the
Gullyltea oqt In full foroe, arrayed in
tbelr finest. The mayor soon exnerged
from hie sawne, and tha way ae strutted
around, alt resplendent in a full dress
suit and shiny high hat; would hare Jj
caused a peacock to die with mortifica
tion at being outshone, The low cut
vest revealed a "sparkier" big as a
walnut, and emitting such brilliant rays
that one would almost feel inclined to
believe tbe owner's assertion tbat be
didnt need any light In ha) house at
night time.
It was a proud moment for the first
citizen of the town when he mounted a
soap box and delivered himself of a
speech, the preparation of which bad
caused him a sleepless night:
"Fellow-citizens: Veni, vldi. vicl we
came, we saw, we conquered. We
came to this new blooming paradise
when it was nothing but a rocky waste
We stuck to it and struck rock, and
then we spread like a greased spot on
our Sunday pants. Soon we was big
enough to "support a first-claw licker
saloon, and now have concluded that
we kin support a school -teacher to maks
scholars of our you ng u ns. Now, when
I Introduce you fellows you must bow
and take your hats off, like this," and
suiting his actions to bis words be re
moved bis head-cevering, and in at
tempting to make a bow he threw his
center of gravity out of line, and, as a
natural consequence, the soap box
tilted and landed the flowery orator all
in a heap on the ground. Tbe Mayor
did not let this mishap annoy him, and
soon had them scraping and bowing in
a manner that would have delighted
tbe heart of a French dancing-master.
Way down the road a cloud of dust
was arising, growing larger and larger,
until Anally from its midst the stage
coach burst In view. The horses were
galloping like mad, and Instead of the
brawny form of Tom, tbe driver, hold
ing the lines, there stood a girl, her
feet firmly braced against the foot
board, lying baek with all ber strength
on her reins. The trained leaders
slackened their speed aa they approached
their usual stopping place and stopped
still.
As soon as tbe coach came to a
standstill tbe girlish form dropped back
in a fauit. A dozen men sprang to the
coach-top and a ghastly sight they saw.
There lay Tom, tbe driver, with a ter
rible bole in his chest, from which the
blood poured with each heart-throb.
Tender hands lowered the motionless
form to the ground, where ready arms
received him.
The Mayor's house was turned Into
an hospital, and his wife Into a nurse.
The girl soon regained ber senses and
told ber tale. She was tbe school-mistress
they were waiting to welcome.
About five miles from the gully the
coach was stopped by robbers. She was
on the seat with Tom, the driver, when
the robbers, with leveled guns, brought
.the stage to a standstill. Some half
dozen passengers were ordered to get
out, and, while they were being
searched, Tom slipped a revolver into
the little teacher's hands and whispered:
"'Shoot at the man at the leader's head."
Quick as a flash she leveled the already
cocked weapon. Bang went the heavy
colt. A bullet passed within a foot of
the robber's bead and struck the horse's
ear. The frantic animal reared up and
struck the robber with both fore feet.
Down to tbe ground the crushed rob
ber dropped, aud the coach gave a Jolt,
as the wheels rolled over the prostrate
wretch's body. Bangl bang! Crack!
crack! went tbe robber's guns, and one
bullet struck poor Tom In the breast as
be turned around to yell defiance at the
outwitted rascals. With a moan he
dropped back on the seat senseless.
Grasping the lines, which were drop
ping from Tom's nerveless hands, she
guided the horses back to town. A
party from tbe Gully rode back over the
road and found tbe lifeless body of the
orushed robber. The passengers were
found close by tied to trees and relieved
of all tbeir valuables. The town rang
itb praise for the plucky scbool-mis-
. , , , , ,
tress, and the daily Banian, in a special
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edition Issued to commemorate the
lynching of the three robbers, who were
.nhf ti,. a.. ... th. .n..
caught the day after the affair, alluded
to her as a "Joan of Arc." A neat
little frame school bouse had been
erected in anticipation of ber coming,
and toon the school was one of the
Gully's most prized Institution.
Mis Jarden, tbe teacher, boarded
with the Ilasletta, and was the pet of
tbe town. - Every man she met oa the
street raised his hat and bowed-respect,
fully to her.
About six months after the dramatle
entry into town of the school-mistress.
a young stranger came to the Gully, and
his name was In every one's mouth-
Parry tbe tenderfoot," owner of
tbe "Nellie and I" mine. One evening
Mrs. Haslett commenced talking about
tbe stranger. "He is from your State
Pennsylvania, you must meet him,
for be would make a good catch. He
owns tbe "Nellie and I" nine, the
richest mine In these parts."
Why did a tear tremble on those eye
lashes; why did the blood redden bee
cheeks a fiery hue? Just then the
Mayor came in, followed by a tall
stranger.
Mis Jarden this is Mr. Parry."
. A scream and the tall stranger and
the little teacher were locked In each
other's arms. Well, tbe rest Is soon
told. Nellie Jarden and Parry Bodgers
were lovers ta a small Pennsylvania
town. He started for tbe West to
make hi fortune. Four or five letter
came and then they ceased.
A lone year panned and ne new of
Parry. Finally tbe dissolute son of the
Postmaster was arrested and confessed
had been stealing letters with
money tn them, and among them he
bad taken two er three from Parry to
Nellie, thinking probably they might
contain money
Tbe brave girl then started to una
her lover. Place after plaoa ab visited.
but could find no clew, and at last.
br jkeo-bearted and convinced that her
torer was dead, aba aooapted the place
offered her at the Gully.
WalL they married, and year of ha
ptoses and Joy bar baas their sot.
Thia was a name bestowed upon toe
eird by the English for no better rea
un than that at the time of Its in trod uc
don into England most foreign articles
were supposed to come from the East
rhe French dtadon, a corruption of oot;l '
fade, and the Italian aallo d' India,
would Imply a similar Ignorance on the
part of the other Continental nations.
As a matter of fact, the wild turkey
was earned by tbe early conquerors of
Mexico to tba West India Islands,
beooe to Spaia and other parts of
Europe. Tbe eouf uaion of the East
with the West Indies was probably the
niain of tbe misnomer.
There can be no question that this
slid was unknown to people of other
ands until after the discovery of
America The North A merican conii
sent Is his blrth-olaoe. To the wild stock
there first known the world is indebted
for the domesticated species now found
in every part of tbe civilized world. Cul
tivation, It is claimed, has not Improved
the breed. It requires a vigorous
itretoh of the imagination to discover
culinary merits tn the wild turkey.
which are not equaled er surpassed by
the domesticated species peculiar to
certain chosen localities. Moreover,
there is claimed on the part of the
wild bird a more brilliant plumage.
This, also, is a popular fallacy. The
brouie turkey of tbe farm-yard in bis
early spring feather is in size, weight
and brilliancy of color the peer of bis
savage brother.' The most easily-observed
differences between the wild and
farm-yard bird are tbe presence in the
latter of a Aeshy dewlap extending
from under mandible to the neck, tbe
bare wrinkled skin of Its bead and
neck is much less blue, and is sprinkled
with a smaller number of hairs.
In tbe barn-yard species there is a
great diversity of color, ranging from
tbe bronze to tbe purest white. Tbe
plumage of tbe wild bird ia a beautiful
golden copper, with purple and green
reflections, mottled and blended with a
soft black. The lower part of the back
la an iridescent brown, and the tail,
which is a darker hue, has a broad black
band at a short distance from the ex
tremlty, with an outer border of dark
yellowish-brown. The plumage of the
female, a vary much smaller bird,
rarely exceeding nine pounds in weight,
has a gray tinge, and in general color
Is very much less brllliaut. Tbe male
weighs between sixteen and thitty
pounds, the average weight being
twenty pounds.
No animal, and certainly, no other
bird, requires for its capture more
skill, patience, or the exercise of tha
keener instincts of tbe gunner. To be
a successful turkey-hunter one must
thoroughly understand the haunts and
habits of the bird. Lightness of foot
and keenness of vision are indispensa
ble. With many varieties of game
fowl a close Imitation of the call of the
bird is frequently a great assistance.
With the wild turkey, the power to im
itate tbe gobble of the male or the
softer notes of the female is an in
dispensable adjunct to success. There
are very rare and exceptional instances
where persons have the gift of Imitating
with wonderful precision and exactness
the cries of these birds by tbe voice
alone. As a rule, however, artificial
and is required; this Is found by making
a "call" out of the small bone of a tur
key's wing or out of wood or brass.
The gobble of tbe male is imitated by
tha human voice alone; the "call" is
used exclusively to counterfeit the notes
of tbe female. A gunner expert In tbe
use of this Instrument, well hidden In
a blind near some open spot of our
Southern woods for It is there only
that the few surviving flocks of wild
turkeys can be found equipped with
endjesa patience, may by perseverance
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vested the crop before him. Between
the Southern colored men and the wild
turkey there is an affinity which has exis
ted from tbe earliest days of slavery.
8ince tbe war, as the restraints which
formerly kept the colored race under
survellance have been removed, he has
waged relentless warfare on tbe wild
turkey. He scorns all legitimate methods
of killing him. He traps him, be baits
him, be "calls" bim, and be gives him
no peace at any season of the year. The
results of this are the same as with all
of our game fowl; the wild turkey will
in a few years become as extinct as
the dodo.
The proper season to bunt wild tur
keys Is late In the autumn, when after
a summer diet of wild strawberries and
other fruits, they have had a couple of
month's run among the acorns and
mast. At this season, copiously fed aad
in brilliant plumage, they are so un
commonly alert and shy that only by
tbe exercise of great skill aud patience
they can be approaclied within tbe
range of a rifle. While stalking these
birds Is probably the fairest way of kil
ling them, "calling," where birds are
moderately abundant., is the met bod
which requires tbe greatest display of
skill, and keeps the nerves of tbe hunter
at a greater tension. Even moose "cal
ling" is not more exciting. If one,
however, has well-trained dogs, Is in
sensible to fatigue, aad a prime rifle
shot, wild-turkey-etalking through the
Southern woods In December Is a sport
as exhilarating and fascinating as any
within reach of the sportsman.
Two strongly-built men, with bronzed
faces aad wearing serge Jackrts, with
belts and blue trowsars with red stripes,
stood recently In tbe Barge Office, New
York, la tbe midst of a throng of wall
dreased passsngars. who had Just arriv
ed on the Cunard steamship Oregon.
Thee men. whose awesvradkeeewtoas-
ed so strongly witn tbat of tbe othei
passengers, were Canadian voyagers
returning from tbe Soudan. With
them was another well-built and
bronzed man, who wore an overcoat of
fasionable cut, but whose trousers
matched those of the two others, and
proclaimed him to be also a voyageur
fresh from the dangers of tbe Soudan.
The voyageur with the overcoat gave
his name as F. C. Miller. The others
were Alexander Corcoran and L. II,
Da uk hay.
"We were gone about six months,"
said Voyageur Miller. "We had a
great deal of difficult work to do aad
passed through some dangei, but we
did not meet the enemy nor were we
under fire. Out duty was to steer the
boats among the rapids. There were
380 of us. Tbe climate was not suited
to us. It was very different from what
we were used to in Canada. About
sixty of us weie In the hospital. Tbe
boats which we used were very poor.
They bad been built by contract in
England, and were only about three
eights of an Inch thick. They did not
compare with the long, shallow-bowed,
square-sterned boats that the natives
used. You could see a native skim
ming along with his whole family and
all his goods In one of these. But the
tents and other equipments furnished
us by the British Government were of
the best kind. What do I thimk of
General Wolseley? I dont want to say
anything about him. Egypt struck me
as a very wild sort of a country. It
was rougher and barrener than any
thing I had seen before. Tbe Nile Is a
treacherous stream along tbe region of
the cateraots. It is much worse tbau
the St. Lawrence. It is In some parts
full of eddies snd currents and rocks.
No wonder so many boats were upset.
When one boat upset tbe others near
ber would have to go to her aid, and
all would be delayed. Why, we were
once 21 days in making a distance of
only about 75 miles,
"Tbe natives were very grasping, al
though they never were openly hostile
to us, They always charged
heavily for rescuing soldiers when
they were upset. Why one officer who
was upset had to promise the natives
over 20 before they would pilot him
through the eddies to the shore. They
could swim tbe Nile themselves because
they understood the currents, but a
stranger would be carried first one way
and then tbe other, though a good
swimmer, would stand a better chance
of being drowned than of reaching the
shore. There was good fishing in the
Nile, but although lines were t''
out to us we Jiad IHtletHne ful lUtrfJ
them. One fish a sort of salmon, that
was caught by one of our party weighed
lio pounds. But all Nile salmon are
not as large. The African soldiers of
the British party were of no use what
ever. Tbe best men seemed to be In
tha Naval Brigade. Those fellows
west up the cataracts in floe style. If
they were hungry and they happened
to find a goat roaming around off went
that goat's head. Tbe others were too
easy with the natives. We were about
eighteen days in reaching the foot of tbe
first cataract I would take aboat up some
distance, and then would return for
another. Corcoran steered one boat
tha whole time. He went up as far
as Kortl, which be left on January 18.
We cant tell anything about the kill
ing of a native by some of the voyageurs
while going up the Nile. The parties
who did the killing were not found,
although there was a thorough search
made fo them. None of us saw tbe
native k..led. We returned from the
foot of tbe cataracts by a Cook excur
sion steamer. The voyageurs were, as
a rule, treated very well aud received
good pay. We got from H0 to $75 a
month and all of our expenses were
paid."
Om. Oraat-e eld Mom.,
Considerable anxiety is felt lest Gen
Grant's residence in Galena, presented
to bins by bis Galena friends, be swal
lowed up in the maelstrom into which
his property is likely to be cast for the
benefit of his creditors. Tbe bouse,
while not the finest in the city. Is, how
ever, a pretty one, built of brick and
stands upon tbe most sightly and beau
tiful spot In town. It overlooks tbe
entire country for mile around, and
can be seen, when the leaves are off ths
the trees, from almost any point of ob
servation. The residence, furnished
handsomely from top to bottom, was
given to Grant while be was general of
the army. It was occupied from time
to time by the illustrious owner, during
his periodical sojourns at Galena, and
was last vacated by him when be re
moved .to New York. It la now tbe
home of Rev. Ambrose C. Smith, pas
tor of the South Presbyterian church of
Galena, a warm friend of the General,
who gets it rent free. Much of the
original furniture remains in the house,
also many articles of bric-a-brac and
curios which, were presented to the
General and Mrs. Grant before and
during their trip around the world.
Tbe principal things of value, however,
were forwarded to them at New York
some time ago. The residence is s
great object of interest to tourists,
hundreds rrora ail parts ur toe world
visiting and inspecting it annually.
Is this respect it divides nonors equally
with tbe more unpretending little brick
house on the west side cf tbe river.
which was the General' first noma In
Galena, wben be was clerking in his
father's leather store at Mu par month.
The reveises which have overtakes
Geo. Grant la New York because of
hi lack of boalnees tact bava not been
surprise to hi Galena friends, who
know him intimately. Failure attended
his many financial ventures In Galena.
Though they were of aa Insignificant
nature, yet la them be demonstrated
clearly his Inability to husband his
uks. Unbounded stwumuat Is man
ifested for Bim here, aad, should a ta
ssssary. wvuld be aoaaireated ta a
w substantial iisner than fa
word,
Trade ta SfeaMvaa.
Pedestrians on William street hav
bad their attention called to the window
of a dealer in surgical Instruments the
past several months by tha complete
skeleton of a human form sitting bolt
upright in a chair at one comer. Close
beside it la a skull on which is the pla
card, "Alas! Poor Yorick!"'
Wben asked regarding tbe bade la
this curious kind of merchandise by a
reporter, the dealer said:
"Sell many of theme Yes, sir; com
paratively speaking we sell lots of them,
although you don't see the article
quoted In the market reports. Why,
we usually are obliged to carry on hand
a stock of from twenty-five to forty
skeletons and a complete Hue of skuUa,
We sell tbem to museums, medical col-
leges and physicians.
"The price of a skeleton varies from
120 to $00, according to lta perfection
aud completeness. The demaud Is not
so very large; from 300 to 400 a year ia
probably the limit of the number of
complete skeletons sold In this country.
Our sales are about 150 a year.
"A curious feature of the trade is
that all tbat are sold are imported.
They come from Paris, where a regular
business is done in preparing them for
the trade. Nearly all the skeletons im
ported to this country come to this city.
Where do they get them? Oh! from
morgues and the many esses of suicides
that occur in France."
"Why cannot they be procured lu
this country?" was asked.
"There is no establishment of tha
kind iu this country that I know of.
ami the reason is that our people do not
seem to have the facilities or inclination
to go into this kind of business. Be
sides it necessitates a costly outlay, and
the business here Is not of sufficient
size to make it pity. A few years ago
a Frenchman did come over here with
the idea of starting the business. He
did make a start in Philadelphia, but
soon had to give it up after considerable
loss, for he couldn't make It pay.
"That skeleton you noticed iu the
window is from France. It is a defec
tive one, so we have had It "on exhibi-
tion there. It attracts no little notice,
and the other day a man came tn here,
and with sympathy expressed on bis
face, asked where that man used to live.
We told him it was a Frenchman,
whose first appearance this side of the
Atlantic was probably in this manner.
The visitor went away saving that bis
sympHthijs'nrf n"is 'tnlT!rUtrihl
"""iWs that "Nature reuinrns live; cut.
turn gives (? allow) -vuii; Iti.ine
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tilled in Haiti..
ITie death of General Earle on the
Nile, calls to mind how few instances
there are of British generals being
killed on the field of buttle. Since Pic
ton full in the hofi of victory at Water
loo, the cases havt. Ven very few and
far brtween, no instance occurring until
Sobraon, when that fine soldier. Major
General Sir Robert Dick, was slain at
tbe head of his dlvLnon. Some of the
old school of officers will no doubt recall
General Dick, a hero of countless
escaies in his day, who had beea
wounded at Maida, severely before
Rosetta In the Egyptian campaign of
1801, again In the Peuiusula and a
fourth time at Quatre Bras, when he
had command of the Black Watch.
The only remaining instances are those
of Lieutenant General Sir George Ca' fa
cart, "blest," to quote Kinglake,
rith a soldier's death in action," at
the head of the fourth division, on the
field of Inkerman; Major General Sir
George Colley, shot through the head
on that awful day at Majuba Hill an
yet unavenged; and Major General
William Earle, killed In action at
Dulka, That fine old horse artillery
man, Fox-St rang ways, also killed at
Inkerman, held only brigadier general's
rank. The three general officers killed
in the Indian mutiny campaign, viz.:
Sir Henry Lawrence, Neill and Penny,
belonged to tbe Indian army, as did Sir
Hugh Wheeler, slain in hia old age In
the massacre of Cawnpore. Havelock,
Anson and Barnard all three lamented
victims to the dark days of 1807 were
not killed in action, but died at illness
contracted during the campaign.
A TruMliU lea,
Tn the year 18 the huntsman of the
Wirrall (Cbeshiiel harriers had a vnn no
lo! offered to him by a laboring man.
a severe rrost set m and continued for
more than a month, so that all th.
prospect of sport was at an end.
ueanwnue the fox became quite the
tet of tbe household. Em tha h
man became attached to him, and whan'
at last the frost broke up It was with V
very different feelings to those that he ' -had
previously entertained that he set
about the preparations for the ran, .
The fox was turned out, and, after a "
few minutes' grace, the whole field V .
started In hot penult. Poor Reynard ' r ,
soon took in the situation, and an.
tbat cunning for which he U celebrated.
uui uiiiuum wiw acwrauni otoer quai-'
Itv with which he Is not nan.ll
ted I mean a trustfulness of dispoat
lion- -ne uouuiea npon hi pursuers and,
made straight for the horse. , With I
wonderful sagacity, considering his
terror and distress, he singled out hta
quondam friend, tba huntsman, and -
without a moment heal tail 00-
which would have cost the poor brute. '
his life, for be was then almost ia the , .
very Jaws of death he leaped upon the "
saddle and nestled - closely against
his red-coated protector. His panting ,
breath and plUous eyes were toe sauca ,
for tbe heart against which his own :
was beating, and his life was spared. .- ,
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wa arakndoneel, and Msstes Bernard,
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