guetler.
m COD WE TRUST.
VOL. II
BREVARD, TRANSYLVANIA CO., N. C., THURSDAY, JULY 13, I893J
NO.
M. Jules Simon declares that tlie
Vay to reach old age is to keep the
mind actively employed all the time.
This, the New York Recorder thinks,
is why newspaper men live so long.
In a recent work on criminology the
learned investigator says that out of
ninety-eight young criniinaLs forty-
four per cent, did not blush when ex
amined. Of 122 female criminals,
eighty-one per cent, did not blush.
And now it i.s discovered that Cohiin-
bus started on Friday on his world-
finding voyage and actually sighted
land on the same unlucky day, which,
in the opinion of the New York Times,
should forever rid it of its ban to
Americans.
The New York Herald states that it
was the opinion of many who saw the
recent naval review in the North River
that some of the luxurious steam yachts
of New York’s millionaires were the
most beautiful and graceful of all the
craft afloat.
The business of colonizing Afric.a
with white people goes on apace. An
expedition left England igome weeks
ago for Mozambique as advance party
of settlers who are to colonize some .300
square miles of territory between the
rivers Zambesi and Sabi.
If inventors go on making armor
plate more and more invulnerable and
guns which throw a projectile wdth
greater and greater velocity, the time
may come when a cannon ball will have
to be made of something about as hard
as a diamond to stand the imT)act and
will cost nearly as much.
Chicago opened her big show with a
population, visitors not included, oJ
about 1,250,000, or about 600,000 be
hind that of New York. Philadelphia’.;
_eBtimflted iiopulation is 1,16.0,000;
> Brooklyn’s, J,00(^.000; Baltimore's,
611,600: Boston’s, 475,000; Cincin
nati’s, 325,000: Cleveland’s, including
ft recently annexed suburb, 322,000;
Ban Francisco’s, 320,000; Buffalo’s,
300,000; 'Washington’s, 263,000, and
Detroit’s 250,000. Most of those are
moderate official estimate.s, and they
show that the chief cities of the country
are growing with even more than their
usual rajoidity.
so LITTLE,
Hereafter, when 1 sleep beneath the grass In
yonder churchyard plot,
&nd what I was, or might have been, is then
that which is not,
tf you should come in kindliness to stand
there by the spot,
And sometimes think ol mo
4.S if I were not better than you thought, but
that I were less bad,
C know in that dark, dismal grave of mine I
should be glad
Through all eternity. '
- '-'W. J. Lampton, in New York Sun.
Harness marks, physical or mental,
come to most men who are busied in
doing the world’s work. Even so light
ft task as the handling of a pen often
leaves its traces upon the fingers. Per
haps the commonest result of constant
ly writing with a pen is the formation
of callous spots on the middle fingev of
the right hand just where the pen
crosses and on the first joint of the lit
tle finger where it is moving in contact
with the paper. Sometimes a disease
of the nail of the middle finger results
from the some cause. Any carefully
observant person could easily pick out
a penman by examining his right hand.
It is a enrious fact, notes the Boston
Herald, that, while the westward move
ment of the population has covered
no less than degrees of longitude
(9 degrees 21 minutes, 7 seconds), this
movement has run almost on a straight
line, the extreme northern and south
ern variation embracing less than one-
third of a degree of latitude (18 min
utes, 56 seconds). To put the contrast
more distinctly, we may say that, while
the western movement for the century
aggregates 506 miles, the extreme
northern and southern variation is a
little under tv/enty-two miles, and the
finishing point of the line is only some
six miles south of the starting point.
'SUMAJH.”
BY STANLEY
1
Herr Krupp’s gift of his great 124-
ton gum to Chicago is
generous, maintains the San Francisco
Examiner, since he cannot expect it to
lead to anything in the way of orders
from this country, and guns are good
cash assets in Europe just now. We
have adopted the policy of making our
own munitions of war, and Krupp has
no market here. Herr Krupp has com
bined patriotic prudence with liber
ality. If he had presented his gua to
our Government it would have been
mounted at New York, and might
possibly at some time have been di
rected against a German war-ship. At
Chicago it can never encounter any
Bnemy hut England, and Krupp is
probably willing to take the chances of
ihat.
GiBsorr,
ENDEESON,
“what’s the
meaning of
‘Sumajh,’ eh?
Early this
morning I was
wandering
about a mile
out on the
Kistapore
road, just on
the edge of the
jungle, yon
know, and ran
across some ten
or a dozen
natives in a
ring around a poor wretch of a leper.
Ugh! he’s the first I’ve seen and he
made me feel had, I can tell you; I
don’t want to see any more. ”
“Hah!” broke in Henderson; “and
how do you know the man was a leper,
if you had never seen one before, eh?”
‘ ‘Oh, ho was a leper right enough—
there was a horrible grayish scaley
look upon him, and he was bloated
and his arms were only stump)s
and—”
“That’s enough—I pass,” said
Henderson quickly, with a shudder.
“Well, this leper seemed to be ask
ing a great favor of the other fellows
—imploring them to do something, you
know—and they didn’t want to; and
the poor chappie turned from one to
the other and moaned and cried; and
well, upon my word, Henderson, what
with his pitiful appearance, I felt—•
well—I couldn’t see quite straight for
a little while. And look here; I
thought lepers weren’t allowed to come
near anybody?”
. “Hm,” Henderson’s • face assum-ed a
puzzling expression, half-p)itying,half-
storn, as he rose from the camp> chair
in which he was lolling. Placing his
hands on my shoulders and looking
into my eyes, he went on : ‘ ‘So you
want to know the meaning of that
word, do you ? Let’s see; how long
have you been grilling in this devil’s
kitchen, eh?”
“Nearly five weeks,” replied I, sur
prised at the peculiar hardness of his
voice; for Henderson, I had already
seen for myself, was big brother to all
the children of the cantonment;
“So; five weeks.” His voice as
sumed a satirical tone. “Five weeks
—and you don’t know the language yet I
You’re very slow for a competition wal
lah. And what did you understand of
the conversation between your leper
and his friends, eh?”
“Why, ” said I, bridling up some
what, “I learned a good hit of the lan
guage before I came out, and I know
as much of it now, I’ll guarantee, as
the average man does after he’s been
here a coupje of years.”
“Alodest,” dryly ejaculated Hender
son, waiting for an answer to his ques
tion.
“Oh, I understood it all right enough
except that blessed word ‘sumajh.’ It
was wrapped up in very figurative lan
guage—calling the earth his mother
and the sun his father, and all that sort
of stuff, you know. He wanted them
to do ‘sumajh’ for him; hut it seemed
as if they were half afraid to do what
ever it means. In the .end, though,
they gave way, and the poor chap was
wonderfully pleased, for h® held his
wasted arms to the sky and invoked
blessings on them, hnd then crouched
down and kissed the earth | and finally
burst out into a sort of song that didn’t
go very far before it faded away into a
dismal croak that was painful to listen
to. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and
came away. ”
“So; that’s all you know about it, is
it? Well, youngster, take my advice
and it’s good, too—don’t poke your
nose into the natives’ business. Let
them alone as much as you can. Culti
vate a convenient memory when you’re
reading the regulations about them.
Bemember, that the men who make
most of those rules don’t have to keep
them; and between you and me, their
knowledge of the theory pf govern
ment is only excelled by their ignor
ance of the practice of it. As for that
word you’re so curious about, forget
it, and don’t hear it again—under
stand?”
With that he went out abruptly.
I was greatly peiqjlexed. Half the
night I iDondered over Henderson’s
strange conduct, and wondered why on
earth he should re'fuse to tell me the
meaning of a simple word. I did not
care to ask any one else, for fear of its
getting to Henderson’s ears. -Although
I was on pretty familiar terms with
him, he was my chief, and in addition
I had already become much attached
to him.
The next morning, I tackled him
again. “Henderson—that "word?”
He turned and gazed at me with half-
closed eyes and said deliberately anil
coldly: “The keenness of your cnri-
osily would do infinite credit ta a
corporal’s wife. ” He cleared his throat
and said testily: “Picnio, picnic;
that’s what the word means; he wanted
them to treat him to a picnic in the
jungle; and you say they consented.
And”—he turned on me quite fiercely
--“why shouldn’t they? And look
here, my boy, if you say one word
about it to any one else in the canton
ment, I’ll make it warm for you. ”
I was hurt and angry and gave Hen
derson a wide berth for the rest of the
day.
In the evening I strolled down the
Kistapore road. It was against the
regulations, for the jungle ran right
tip to the road and at night there was
a certain amount of danger to be feared
from the wild beasts that occasionally
explored the road, almost up to the
cantonment. But in my brief experi
ence I had seen the spirit, if not the
letter of one or two of the regulations,
ignored and I wanted to be alone, to
think out the meaning of Henderson’s
strange words and manner.
It was almost the last of the few
brief moments of twilight, when,being
still some cpuple of miles from home, I
quickened my pace. The night was
falling as only those can understand
who have witnessed a nightfall on the
edge of the jungle. No need to tell
them how the darkness drops like a
heavy blanket nor of the startling
transformation of the tangled under
wood and the gigantic grasses, which
suddenly become strange monsters en
dowed with life, moving to and fro,
now' smoothly, now jerkily, pointing
with strange fingers; now uttering
husky cries of hate, now jibbering
idiot-like. And the wild animals in
the thickness of the interior, how they
howl and shriek and cry and moan—•
roars of defiance, screams of pain,
trumpetings of victory! All made
more intense by being subdued, as if
the vegetation W'ere unwilling to let the
outside world know of the scenes en
acted in that fearsome place.
I confess I started to run, holding
my revolver at the full cook. But my
steps were suddenly arrested by the
magical appearance, directly in my
path, of several lights. I pulled up
sharply, and stood stock-still. The
lights advanced, keeping time with the
thumping of my heart. At last I could
dimly descry a body of twenty orythir-.
ty natives, several' of whom carried
torches, which they must have just
lighted. I awaited their coming not
without trepidation, for I could not
imagine what they were about. Just
before reaching me, however, they
turned quickly into the jungle. They
were not five paces distant from me
when they left the road, and I felt
some surprise at their not having seen
me. By a sudden overpowering im
pulse of curiosity I started to follow
them, in order to learn the meaning of
their strange journey. With as little
noise as possible I swung round, step
ping almost in their footsteps, I had
little difficulty in doing so, for they
followed what seemed to be a beaten
track. For some hundreds of yards
the strange procession went slowly on.
Suddenly I heard a strange noise that
thrilled me through and through.
There was something about it, too,
that seemed familiar; but my brain
was excited and refused to recall the
sound. It was a kind of moan, half
human, half animal. As the natives
and I drew nearer it took the character
of a chant; and then it flashed on me
that I had heard the sound before; it
was the leper’s voice! The poor
wretch was crooning a dismal hymn or
invocation, just as he had done when
soliciting his relatives to do what I was
to my great satisfaction, about to find
out. His low, weak voice rang out
stangely clear.
“Ohei, Ohei, Mother, my mother.
Thpu only art merciful. Thou only.
Ohei, Ohei, Brethren, my brethren,
lead me to my mother; she oply will
welcome, she only will give peace.
Ohei, Ohei.
The voice died away in a moan that
mingled with and seemed to rise again
in the soft whistling pf the long
grasses, as they quivered with 4he
breath of the wind that presaged the
coming rains. I shivered,
The ]party having now arrived at a
space which had been cleared of the
tangle-wood and grass, abruptly stopped
and formed into a ring. I pressed for
ward as near as I dared. Then I saw,
in the centre of the ring, a large cav
ity, perhaps fSur feet deep, with the
earth hanked up on either side. The
torch-bearers ranged themselves at the
head and foot of the hole, which, now
that it was in the light, I saw to he of
oblong shape, shelving somewhat at
the end nearer to me. The pther na,-
tives stood at the sides, four with tom
toms and two with little pots of burn
ing incense. The the leper limxDed out,
from the jungle seemingly, and crouched
at the shelving end pf the hole, I had
exiieoted him to appear on the scene,
yet when he did so, I could not helj)
giving a bit of a start. Not one of the
natives looked at the leper, nor did he
to Thee. He comes to Thee. ” Their
voices and the noise of the tom-tome
died clown; and as they faded away the
leper, who had been beating time by
nodding his head, crawled down the
slope and squatted dov;n at the deep
end of the hole. In a shrill, quavering
voice that sounded strangely piercing
on the electrically charged air he took
up the refrain.
“Ohei, Ohei. Fire of the Light
nings, I come. Cloudless brightness of
the sky, I come. Winged Messenger
of the Mountains, I come. Ohei. I
come 1”
Then, amid more chanting and tom
tom beating, two of the natives handed
the leper some liquid in a small bowl
and some food. After drinking a little
of the liquid and eating a little of the
food, he cast the remainder into the
hole in front of him, accompanying the
action with subduecl but intense cries.
-'But now several of the natives re
tired for a moment, returning with
large flat pieces of wood. With these
they started throwing earth into the
hole. The leper did not move. They
were going to bury the poor wretch
alive! The thought in all its hideous
ness flashed through my brain. For the
instant I went as cold as ice and was
unable to raise a finger. Only for a
moment thoug-h; and then, acting for
the second time that night on the im
pulse of the moment, I dashed forward,
my revolver still in my hand, to do—
what, I could not tell. But before 1
had gone two steps I found myseli
seized, disarmed, gagged and x)inioned.
r struggled, or, rather, attempted to
struggle, for I could neither move noi
utter the slightest sound. I gave my
self up for lost. I ex^ieoted nothing
but death, and I remember doing whaf
I had not done for years: I offered up
a prayer—incoherent and vague; bul
never was prayer more fervent. Con
trary to my exp)ectation I was only
dragged back several jpaces and tied
hand and foot to what I suppose was a
small tree. My captors had bound me
with my back towards the leper, appa
rently determined that I should see
nothing more of what was going on.
However, by screwing my neck round
I could just catch sight of the wretched
creature in the pit that I now felt cer
tain was to be his grave.
The horrible sight fascinated me. I
had no thought for anything else.
yX^n my own perilous situation caused
e.^ anxiety.
fear or
The
ie TIG" mru o
natives, still singing that sad, monoto
nous refrain, were now quickly throw
ing the earth round the leper. Quicker
and quicker they shovelled, louder and
louder they sang: ‘ ‘Ohei, Ohei, thy
wish is thine—is thine.” The four-
heating the tom-toms threw them down
and joined in. The earth mounted
higher and higher round the
doomed man. It reached his breast; he
waved his poor stumprs of arms towards
the sky; he jratted the earth with
them, as if he were fondling a loved
one, It reached his shoulders—he
bent and kissed it passionately.
Oh, that scene !—the natives casting
in the earth with frenzied energy; the
torch-bearers standing like bi-onze
statues, their torches throwing a red
glare on the leper’s head, now fast dis
appearing as if sinking in a irool of
bl«pd. Then the earth orepat up to his
mouth, his nostrils. « * « "With a
convulsive effort I shut my eyes.
In another moment the noise of the
shoveling and singing ceased. My
eyes involuntarily opened, just in time
to see fhe torch-bearers thrusting their
torches ip the earth heaped npr over
the grave; they gave an angry splutter
and then went out. For an instant
there was utter darkness and silence.
Then came the crowning horror. A
vivid flash of lightning lit up the scene.
It seemed to hang over the spot. And
whjle the natives were thus en
veloped with the ghastly hue of death,
I heard—I vow I heard—muffled and
faint as the shriek of a gagged man,
the ery of the leper-—the echo of a
■Voice—rthe Echo of a Life! Louder
and'louder grew that terrible voice; it
roared like a cataract, like a thousand
pjealk of thunder; it beoame a thing—•
tangpale, pralpable—filling the uni
verse, pressing on my brain—crushing
it—till at last something snapiped and
I knew no more.
^ ♦
Three weeks, afterward I woke up.
I was lying on a bed in my quarters.
Henderson was. bending over me;, he
raised his hand to prevent my spreak-
ing, saying, with a queer little smile:
“Yes, yes—keep) quiet; a touch of
jungle fever, my boy, that’s all—a
trifle heady; you’ll he all right again
in a jiffy,’’
That * ‘jiffy’’ was nearly three months.
—Ohftmb.ers’s Journal,
seem to see them. As soon, however,
as he approached, the whole of the na
tives set up a cry—subdued and dismal
beyond description. The burden of it
was something like this: “To Thee who
art all knowledge, all power, all love,
all hate. To Thee, known only of Thy
self. To Thee who art Life and Death.
To Thee wg bring our brother, He
seeks Thee where Thou art. He comes
Keal Chinese Names Not Known.
“Chinese names are peculiar,” said
P, J, Allen, of San Francisco. “One
would think they were very simple
from reading the Ling Lungs, Sam
Leeg>»nd Wong Chings on the windows
of Chinese laundries. But these are
not Chinese names at all. They are
noma des affaires—business names,
merely. Their owners have other
names, their real, their family names,
by -whioh, and by which only, are they
known to their friends in private. It
doesn’t make any difference to a China
man what name you call him, so that
you give him your shirts to Wash and
do not designate him by that, to' him,
contemptuous phenomenon, ‘ ‘John. ”'
—St. Louis Globe-Democrat,
WORDS OF WISDOM,
Life is a continued story.
Self-love is incurably blind.
No flower is jealous of another.
Sorrow finds a rainbow in tears.
Poetry is an hereditary disease.
Poetry is not prose cut to measure.
Don’t talk your good deeds to death.
Thoughtfulness is the core of char-
ity.
The harvest is nature smiling at
thrift.
Only the eyes can say unutterable
things.
The fool has no fear; the brave man
conquers it.
After seventy a man isn’t anxious to
look forward.
Action is the fruit of sentiment. It
has no flower.
A man’s words are not the index of
his character.
A hypocrite is one-third thief and
two-thirds liar.
A man's great deeds are always
greater than himself.
■When a woman is weak she is sweet;
when she is strong she is bitter.
The bigger crowd a man is in, the
harder he finda it to fight-himself.
There are twenty-six letters in the
alphabet, the largest of which is I.
A man is either a fool or a knave
who buys without the means to pjay.
A wise man knows much; a wiser
man tells much; the wisest man keeprs
his mouth shut.
Some people are born good; some
achieve goodness and some have good
ness thrust upon them.
A dictionary comes about as near de
fining what love is as a grain of sand
comes to filling the ocean.
The world is becoming more modest
as it becomes more civilized; time was
when the naked truth did not shock
people.
Money May be Too Safe.
“I have no doubt that many a fam
ily now struggling along under the
belief that the father died and left
nothing would be well off could they
go to the safe deposit vault where the
head of the house kept his valuables,
open the door of his particular com
partment and carry away its con
tents. ”
The speaker was a man who is con
nected with an establishment of the
kind mentioned. He evidently knew
what he was talking about.
The safe deposit vaults are a mod
ern institution. In them a man, by
the payment of ?5 or upward annu
ally, can keep his mouey, jewelry and
papers safe from fire and burglary.
Armed guards further protect his prop
erty, but even without their presence
no gang of burglars could work quick
ly enough to despDoil the vaults, built,
as they are, of steel and granite into
the very backbones of immense build
ings.
“But the very care of the tenant is
the doom of his nearest kin, ” said the
interested gentleman; “he doesn’t ex
pect to die suddenly, but that mode
seems the most general nowadays. No
man should have his affairs so secret
that his loved ones suft'er the rest of
their lives by what he considered his
forethought.
“A recent case occurs to me. A
young man with apparently many
years before him, suddenly went in
sane. He was fond of jewelry, but one
night a would-be thief snatched a very
valuable scarf-pin the young man wore.
After that, though he foiled the high
way robber, he would not wear his dia
monds, but put them in his safe, under
the care of the deposit vaults.
“Had he not told me of the incident
nobody would ever have known what
became of the diamonds. No man puts
his name and address in his safe, and
the company only knows him person
ally and no-fc his relatives.”
Even savings banks have been able
to build handsome edifices with the
uncalled-for money deposited by men
or women who have disappeared. Take
many thousand accounts, and a cer
tain percentage of them will never be
called for. They are advertised, hut
very little results from the advertise
ments, and the bank is the winner.
The amounts thus lost to sight ag
gregate ‘tnany hundreds of thousands
of dollars. Thera is a grim fatality
about the “safety” of a vault.—New
York Journal.
An Artist in Paper.
It is remarkable how many wonder
ful childreh there are in the world in
latter days. ' Mrs. George Dunlap, who
is the head and centre of the children’s
dep^tment of the World’s Fair, re
ceives .almost daily letters giving an
aoc'ount of some infant prodigy in that
especial region. One of the most
unique Is a youth who produces most
interesting results with paper and
scissors. His mother reads him a
story, which he illustrates with figures,
trees, houses and animals, all made of
tissue paper, cut with scissors. It is
said that somewhere in the Eleventh
Century there was a young prince
who excelled in this art, whioh has
been lost to the world ever since.—
Detroit Free Press.
In portions of Africa sugar of a re
markable degree of sweetness is now
made of cotton seed.
ON LIFE’S BANQUET STAIRS,
We pass each other on life’s banquet stairs t
New guests ai-q^ mounting to the lesta
light,
■While wo descend together to the night.
Close muffled 'gainst the outside wintry airs
They tread upon our shadows as they climb
With quick strong steps to join the crowd
and crush.
We see in sp.arkling eyes and speaking
blush,
How expectation gilds tSie coming time, j
Young forms go by us tossing rosy sprays
In brave apparel, tints o’ flower and bird,
Of blossom patches by the summer stirred.
With sheen of silk, and gems that scatter
rays.
Knew we such zest„true he.art! when mount*
ing up?
Such haste to lift the chalice to our lips,
To learn if plea.5ure sweeter is in sips,
Or, when, with manhood’s thirst we draii
the cup?
Shall we stand by and carp at these, and
say—
“Go, giddy ones, and moth-like Are your
wings—
Pleasure is pain," and laughter sorrow
brings.”
Shall we speak thus, who once were young
as they?
Farewell! AVe’ve supp’d. Life's wine was
keen and bright.;
Old friends move by and gain the outer
door;
The wind blows buffets with a northern
roar,
And past the shadows gleams the distant
light!
—W. W. Hasten,
PITH AND POINT.
•An ability to say neigh.
Horse-sense-
—Truth.
’Tis only when they shadow us ‘ ‘Com
parisons are odious.’’—Judge.
Truth travels straight ahead, but a
lie will stop at every corner and beat
it.—Elmira Gazette.
The cynic is very frequently a m^n
who couldn’t make a dollar at any other
job.—Somerville Journal.
Wheel—“You make me tired.”
Blacksmith — “Eun Urouud again,
please.”—Detroit Free Press.
Book-borrowers are reminded that
the print of their nails doesn’t improve
the typography of a work.—Truth.
As a rule it is difficult to persuade
an individual who rides a hobby that
he hacf better take a walk.—Blizzard.
It’s nice to have the girl you love present
■you with a present,
But when you can’t make out it’s use it isn’t
quite so pleasant.
—Puck.
A business left to run itself, as a
rule, doesn’t run very long. The man
who stops it is the Sheriff.—Troy
Press.
When two peopole get mad at each
other, each begins to think how much
he has done for the other.—Atohisoa
Globe.
’Tis here—their confldenoe so fine.
And each man, full of mirth,
Feels certain that the local nine
Is fit tQ beat the earth.
—Washington Star.
If haste is the mark of a 'weak mind,
there is reason to believe that the av
erage errand boy is profoundly intel
lectual.—Washington News.
Aigh— ‘ ‘Bingley’s wife doesn’t prove
to be all that he fancied she was.” Bee
■—“Very likely; he got her at a bar*
gain counter.”—Boston Transcript,
With all the modern notions
Our great world’s fair is blest—
Mr. Cleveland pressed the button
And Chicago did the rest.
—Washington Star.
“Is Newlywed a man that heeds the
dictates of his conscience?” “Some
what, but not to the extent he heeds
those of his wife. ”—Eoohester Chron
icle.
It is easier for a man to find his own
name in a newspjaper when it is there
than it is for him to locate a double-
leaded article with a scai’e-head.--
Puck.
On willful waste the maiden frowns,
In saving she believes ;
So she constructs of last year’s gowns'
This year’s enormous sleeves.
—Puck.
' Nodding Off to Sleep.
The loss of voluntary power in a per
son sinking quietly into sleep is very
gradual. - An object is grasped by the
hand while yet awake; it is seen to be
held less and less firmly as sleep comes
on, till at last all power is gone and it
falls away. The head of a person in a
sitting posture gradually loses the sup
port of the muscles which sustain it
upright, it droopos by degrees and in
the end falls upon the chest. The head
falls by the withdrawal of power from
particular muscles, the slight shock
thence ensuing partially awakens and
restores this power, which again raises
the head, and this falling and raising,
or, in other words, the nodding, con
tinues as long as the dozing off to sleep
while in a sitting posture continues.
At the precise moment when the mind
loses its consciousness there results a
general relaxation of all the muscles.
If the body be at rest in a lying posture
there is no marked result, but, if the
body be in an uneasy posture, such as
sitting, then the relaxation of the mus
cles causes the falling; of the head and
nodding described.—Brooklyn Eagle.,