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-0 LkL H - Cc ilOUNTAINEER ROLINA VOL. IX. MORGAN-SON, N. iURDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1884. NO. 9. A QtteeHJi. j..v conies nnJ goes; hope ebbs and flows Like the wave; I !i:ingc does nuinit tho tr.tuqnil slrcnjth of men. Love lenda life a little grncc, A lew sad smiles, and tbe: i;ath are laid in one col 1 place. In tbe grave. Ihvasns dawn and fly, fvieuds smile and die Like spring flowers; 'ir vaunteJ life is una long funeral. Men dig groves with bitter tears i 'or their dead hopes; and all Maze I with doubts and sick with fears Count the liburi. v- We eount she hoars. These dreams of ours False and h liow, Io we go hence and fin 1 tliey are' not dead? . Joys we disnlj apprehend. Faces that smiled and fled. ll.-e- born here, and barn to end. Shall we follow? Matthew Arnold. "Noting Venture, Wmi Won." I declare to man, I won't stand it ro longer!'' Miss Celosia Clematis looked 03 bel ligerent as a setting-hen, when the privacy of her nest is invaded. "It's a-goin on nine year now that I've kep' house fur Brother Ben an' Ms family, an Joanna ain't never give me so much as a Christma3-gift even. Reckon she thinks my board is enough pay fur gitting up of morning3 an' cojkin' break "ast.summers an winters, rain or shine, besides doing the wash ing, ironing, mending and baking; an' twelve in the family, besides a hired hand. But if she thinks so, I don't. Why, I might as well of married Pete Stebbins an' his 'lsven, M'hen he first asked me, after his second wife died. But la! I wouldn't have him then, nor I won't now. It's about .time fur him to be a-renewin' his offer, like he does every year; bat he won't git nothing enly no for his answer, if he offers from now till kingdom come!" Mis3 Celosia was stiong-minded Needless to add she was"getting along" in years. That is to say she was thirty-five- or thereabouts; but her bright eyes and fresh complexion gave her the appearance of being ten years younger, at least. "I won't stand it, not another day longer went on 'Miss Celosia. "Joan na gets lazier an' laz'er every day; a laying in bed till breakfast i3 half-eat sometimes, an' not purtending even to help with the patching an' darning. There's Ben's blue ducking overhauls jest a-goin to rags, but 7" ain't a-goin' to mend 'em, I've patched the last patch an1 darned the last darn I 'low to in this house. I'm sorry fur Ben, though, but it'll be better fur him an the cLildern, too, if Joanna has to stir herself a little. She won't have so much time fur fault-finding. I've been a fool fur nine year, but I ain't a-oin' to be one no longer." And having twisted her black hair 1 in a tiqjht knot on the top of her head, and tied a clean apron around her waist, Miss CelosU assumed her most resolute expression and walked into the dining-room, where her sister-in-law w s sitting, with the breakfast dishes still ungatherei on the table. "Dear me, Celoshy!" she grumbled, fretfully, "if you hain't got on your best calico frock an' cross-barred apron. Here, 'tis Monday, too, an' nothin' a-goin, not even the wash-b'iler put over to heat. "What on airth be you a thinkin' cf, Pd like to know ?" "I'll tell you what I'm a-thinkln' of, Joanna," returned Miss Celosia com posedly. "I'm tired of workin' an' slavin', fur no thanks an' my board. If I can't earn nothin more'n my vittles an houseroom a-workin', I'm a goia' to quit that's what." "Wall, I declare!" cried her sister-in-law, astounded at what she heard. "An' I'm a-goin' to see if I can't do better fur myself than I'm a-dolng here," continued Miss Celosia, frankly. "Oh, so you're a-goin to marry Fete Stebbins an his 'leven young onesi after all your ' fine talk, be you," sneered Joanna, spitefully. "No, I hai t't. He hain't asked me this year yet, an' if he did.I wouldn't,'' was the emphatic reply, if not vry 1'icMly-stated answer. "But I'll tell you w hat I am a-goin' to do, Joanna. I've got a little money, two hundred dollars or so, that I let Ben have the use of, when I come here to live. He promised to give it back to me when I wanted it So, I'm a-goin to take that, an' rent me a little' house an' a patch of ground, an' go to raisin' truck for the market. There's plenty of men-folks makes a livin' at it, an' women has jest as much right to be gardeners as men." "Humph! You'll be glad enough to 1'iit it, an' come back to us, when you've lost your two hundred dollars, 1 kin tell you. Better not resk it." But Miss Celosia was not to be dis suaded. "Xothin' venture, nothin have," she declared, stoutly. And so the house was renteda bit "facettage, wfh or ho of ground, and furnished with some pieces of cast-off furniture, to which Miss Celosia had fallen heir in various ways an old fashioned wooden-dresser, a faded rag carpet, six split-bottomed chairs, and a high-posted, cord bed stead. And having purchased a few needed articles, together with a good stock of provisions, she took possession, as happy and independent as if she were the Sovereign of all the Iiussias, or any place else. "And now," she commented, as she sat down tbjiercozy supper of tea and warm biscuits' chipped beef an4 raspberry-jam, "now iefeaie see. Tirst, I must;- have a cow, and so'me black Spanish hens. 'Tain't like living to do without milk and eggs. Besides, I can make butter to sell, and if my hens lay good, I can sell eggs, too. Then I must git the ground broke up. That'll cost something but it can't be helped. An' then there'll De garden-seeds to buy. I can do the planting, hoeing and weeding myself. I'll git Eph Boyers to do the plowing; an' I'll make out a list to-night of what seeds I want, and git 'em right away, so's I can plant 'em, soon as the ground's ready." And that night, Miss elosia sat up until some unheard-of hour, quite un usual to her, looking over various seed catalogues, and debating the relative merits of snow flake and early-rose po tatoes, dwarf and marrow-fat peas, six weeks and German wax-beans, mammoth sugar-corn, blood-beets and ox-heart cabbage, short-horn carrot3 and butterhead lettuce. Her list was finally made out, how ever, including several choice varie ties of cauliflower and celery, cucum bers, egg-plant and spinach. And with a tired frame, but an ap proving conscience. Miss Celosia sought a few hours of repose on her comfortable cord-bedstead, only to awaken when the first pink rays of the morning sun crept in through the shining panes of her little east "win- dow. The ground was duly broken up and harrowed by Eph Boyers and his yoke cf oxen, and after a little more help from Eph himself with the tpade and hoe, Miss Celosia got to her planting. The first pink rays of sunlight never caught her abed now. She had her breakfast over by daylight, and long before sunrise she was at work in her "truck-patch." But gardening is hard work, and in spite of her most indefatigable efforts, the weeds would slip in here and there among her crops; and the fox-tail grass persisted in growing faster than cucumbers and squashes. Then, the weather was not always to be relied on implicitly, and her first planting of mammoth sugar-corn rotted in the ground. Miss Celosia bought more seed, and replanted. This time the crows pulled no two-thirds of it as soon as it had sprouted. Again she replanted", put up a "scare-crow," and this time the corn grew rapidly. Miss Celosia hoed it carefully and laboriously, giving a sigh of relief when she was through, for hoeing corn is hard work. And the very next night Farmer Hodson's pigs found their way into the patch through a gap in the fence made by a defective rail, and destroyed at least half the corn, and all the butterhead lettuce. Miss Celosia was almost in despair, but she replanted her corn and lettuce . with later varieties, and worked away j early and late, harder than any farmer j of them ail But somehow or other fate, or for tune, or the weather, or all three com bined, seemed adverse to Miss Celosia's success in "truck-raising." The rabbits eat up her early peas and cabbages, the striped-bugs, killed her cucumbers and cassava musk melons; garden fleas devoured her pur ple strap-leaf turnips and rutabagas; and the squash-bugs destroyed her young crook-necks and Boston marrow squashes. The cut-worms s.vered the stalks of her thrifty tomatoes; and tbe hawks, foxes, 'possums, weasels and other "varmints" feasted on her black Spanish hens and fat spring chickens. Then the cow took to jumping into Farmer Hodson's clover-field, and he -n to shoot her if her mistress ; 1111 Ctltfiw didn't keep her out. j This was the last in the catalogue of j mishaps, and like the oft-quoted camel, j Miss Celosia broke down under it ( "What's a lore woman a-gom to do. I'd Lke to know," she demanded, .,ofhfnllv. In a private interview with herself, "when the weeds, an' the j ments are not seen. They are not onjj bues an' the' varmints are all in league seen, but as a rule read by all who se; ao-in'em9 An' now mv two hundred them, because their contents can b dollars is gone an I hain't raised gar- taken at a glance. Merchants who dc den truck enough to do me over win- not advertise should try the expert rpr let alone havin any to sell. An' , ment, especially m the dull season. Low Joanna will laugh! j The public will not seek a business "I almost wish now I'd No,I don't, man. He must interest the public either. I &orx t wish I'd married Pete and make it seek hi m. Stebbins, an' went to be stepmother to them 'leven children. - He's shif less But I won't go back to Ben's, that's certain! I'll hire out first, or go an' house-keep fur somebody that'll pay me, an' " "How-de-do, Miss Celoshy how-de-do?" cried a hearty voice. And there was Mr. Phoebus Filbert standing in the doorway, with a friend ly smile on his cheerf uJ face. Mr. Filbert was a good-looking, well-to-do bachelor, of about forty summers and winters alternately, but like Miss Celosia, he looked ten years younger. 3J8.ra neighbor and intimate friend other -brother Ben's, and had seemed almost like a brother to Jier3elf in the old days, before she had set out to mend her fortune by vegetable ra sing- "And how do you git along with your truck, Miss Celoshy?" he asked with interest. "You must let me see your garden." "I shan't!" declared the lady, flatly. "It's full of weeds an' grass I couldn't keep 'em out. An Farmer Hodson is a-goin' to shoot my cow, if I don't keep her out of his clover-field. An' how does he 'spect I can keep her out, I'd like to know, when lie can't?" "Sho, now! Why, that's too bad!" Mr. Filbert looked as amazed and sympathetic as if he hadn't heard the whole story beforehand. "But I tell you what 'tis. Miss Celo shy!" he added, gravely. "You'll hev to git married, and that's the hull of it!" "I shan't!" declared Miss Celosia. "I've said I wouldn't marry Pete Steb bins if he offered till kingdom come, an I shan't so there!" "Who said anything about Pete Stebbins?" demanded Phcebus. "I didn't. I want you to marry me not him!" "You!" Miss Celosia stared Incredu lously at her visitor. "Yes me" repeated Phoebus, j stoutly. "I'm tired of keepin' bach, an' I reckin you air about tired of raisin' truck- "Yes, I be!" declared Miss Celosia, emphatically. "I don't never want to tech a hoe nor drop a row of corn the longest day I live!' ' " And so Miss Celosia's venture turned out a success after all. Helen Whit net Clark. Public Suicides in China. The most barbarous of dl the death rites which have been observed in China was that of immolating human beings at the tombs of the depai ted ! great. As high as cne hundred and ! seventy-seven men have been buried ! alive in the tomb of a single individ ! ual. This horrible custom does not prevail at all now, oi course, but the same false and inadequate notions of the sacredness of human life do pre vail universally. But of all Chinese customs the mos remarkable has been the prevalent, public, fashionable sui cides, conducted in public with every show of pomp) and sometimes actually under the general direction of a man darin. A gay procession would be formed, and a delighted throng would follow the prospective victim to a scaffold which had been erected with great care. The seats commanding the best view of the sacrifice would ba sold, and there would be a grand turn out of the suiciding party's friends, as well as of the public at large. Per haps it would be a young widow, who had resolved to end her miserable existence on account of the death of her husband, a widow not being privileged to remarry in China. The occasion would be treated as a regular holiday by the natives. For a time the woman would chat pleasantly with her friends, partaking of a bountiful feast with them on the gallows. Then, having caressed a little child that was placed upon the table before her, and adorned it with a necklace, she would take a basket of flowers and scatter the blossoms gayly among the crowd, after which she would cheerfully place her head in the noose and swing off into eternity; As a rule, suicides are now performed without such publicity but they are very common. The Small Advertisement. Because a merchant cannot afford to insert a half column advertisement in a newspaper is no reason wny ne should not adveitise. All heavy ad. vertisers began with small announce ments. The great merchant princes, like A. T. Stewart, spent at the begin ning only small sums each year a cei" tain per cent, of their income. It is s mistake to suppose small advertise- THE ATROCIOUS BENDERS. How' F6urv Murderers Met Parsuedl by v a Posse and Shot ? .Without Mercy. Down The sudden? disappearance of the members the murderous Bender family after threvelation of their nu merous atrocities, and th i failure of all effortsTo discover, the whereabouts of the fugitives enshrouded the whole af fair with an air of impenetrable mys tery. -' Tho veil was not lifted until Borne twelve mpnths ago, when the St Louis Republican published the story or one of tho ' avenging", party which overtook and annihilated the whole family in the Indian Territory cot far from the banks of the Grand River. The author of that graphic narrative, Captain J. C. Beeves, of Appleton City, Mo., was in St. Louis recently, and when seen by a Republi can reporter last night he cheerfully consented to give all the details of the Benders' tragic ending, except the name of the man by whose hand they were, slain. "When Dr.- York wa3 missed," the captain began, "CoL York traced his brother to the house occupied by tho Benders. Being unable to obtain any further information of his lost broth er, lie returned to Independence, Kan sas, and communicated the result of his investigatjbnHo Capt. Stone, sheriff of Montgomery ;ptanty. The next day Col. York and Capt Stone visited the Bender residence, and they were re ceived by the man who married Kate Bender, and who went by the name of John Bender. John Bender admitted that Dr. York had staved at their house, and asserted that he had heard nothing of the doctor since. Being unable to obtain any satisfaction, Col. York and Capt. Stone retraced their steps to Independence. A posse was formed, and the company started forth determined to investigate the matter to the bottom. When they arrived at the Bender homestead the birds had flown. The house and gaiden were examined, and in the garden we found ame bodies of murdered persons, one of which was recognized as that of Dr. York. Public indignation at this discoverv knew no bounds, and the excitement became intense. A party, consisting of S. S. Peterson, Deputy United States Marshal, Col. York, Bell Wriht, George Dawson and myself, was formed to follow the trail of the Benders. We tracked the wagon to Thayer. Kan., where we found the wagon abandoned. At this point we took the railroad cars for Chanute, on the M. K. and T. Eailroad. At Cha nute we procured another wagon and proceeded in the direction of the Grand Eiver, which runs through the Indian Territory. It wa3 in the Indian Ter ritory on the banks of the Grand Elv er, that Col. York, who was in the van of the party, overhauled the Benders. They all died very suddenly, and they are buried in the IndianTerritory near where they fell. I have nothing more to say. That ends tho story." "Were they shot?" "Yes; they were shot with a sixteen ghot repeating Heniy rifle." "Who did the shooting?" "That I am not at liberty to state." "Are you certain that they are all killed?" "I saw them killed, all four of them old man Bender and his wife, John Bender and Kate Bender." "Were they shot by one man ?" "Yes, by one man only. He killed them 'bang,' 'bang,' 'bang,' 'bang.' Every shot counted." "How were they shot, from behind?" "They were shot from behind and to their faces. We were very much exasperated at finding the nine bodies in the garden, and immediately we overtook them the firing commenced. They were not looking when we over took them, but as soon a3 the firing began they turned round. The man was ahead that did the shooting. We had our carbines leveled ready to shoot but there was no resistance offered." "What description of vehicle were the Benders in?" "They were in a two-horse wagon. I think the two men were seated in the front and the two women behind." "Are you sure you got the right people?" "We knew we had the right people We all recognized them and identified them after they were dead. I knew every one of them. At one time 1 had seen them , every day for six months." "What did you do after the bodies were buried ?" "I started off to deliver the hews,but after J. had gone about fifteen miles I wa3 overtaken and told not to say a word about the killing. 'All right,' I replied 'mum's the word. We solemn ly agreed not to give the thing awa)-, and the first time it wa told to the public, except a3 a suspicion, was about a year ago, when I gave some of the facts to Senator Wear for publi cation in the Republican; but you have fuller details now than have"ever beeo published. A Vomicnl Scene. I was married in India, writes Phil, Robinson, the author and traveler. engaged for our honeymoon a little house sixteen miles or so from any other habitation of white man that stood on the steep white cliff of the Nebudda river, which here flows through a canyon of pure white mar ble. Close beside our house was a little hut, where a holy man lived in charge of an adjoining shrine, earning money for himself and for the shrine by polishing little pieces of marble as mementos for visitors. .It was a won derful place-altogether, and while my wife went in to change her dress, the servants laid breakfast on the veranda overlooking the river. At the first? elatter of the plates there began to come down from the big tree that overshadowed the house, and up the trees that grew in tho ravine behind it, from the house-roof Itself, from everywhere, a multitude of solemn monkeys. They came up singly and in couples and in families, and took their places without noiso or fuss on the veranda and sat there, like an audience waiting for an entertainment to com mence. And when everything wa3 ready, the breakfast all laid, the mon keys all seated I went in to call my wife. "Breakfast is ready and they are al) waiting," I said. "Who are waiting?" she asked in dismay. "I thought we were going to be alone, and I was just coming out in my dressing-gown." "Xever mind," I said, "the people about here are not very fashionably dressed, themselves. They wear pret ty much the same things all the year round." And so my wife came out. Imagine, then, her astonshment. In the middle of the veranda stood her breakfast ta ble, and all the rest of the space, as well as the railings and the steps, was covered with an immense company of monkeys, as grave as possible and as motionless and silent as if they were stuffed. Only their eyes kept blinking and their little round ears kept twitch ing. Langhing heartily at which the monkeys only looked all the graver my wife sat down. "Will they eat anything?" asked she. "Try them," I said. So she picked ip a biscuit and threw it among the company. And the result! Three hundred monkeys jumped up in the air like one, and just for one instant there was a riot that defies description. The next instant every monkey was sitting in its place as solemn and serious as if it had never moved. Only their eyes winked and their ears twitched. My wife threw them another biscuit, and again the riot, and then another and another and another. But at length we had given all that we had to give and got up to go. The monkeys at once rose, every monkey on the veranda, and advancing gravely to the steps, Avalked down them in a solemn procession, old ana young together, , and dispersed for the day's occupations. Xetv York Markets. New York, says a metropolitan cor respondent, has one great market and a half dozen of moderate size. The fir of in Waehinort. An Mnrlrfit. whirh ia lot in ffc wnrlrf nr,H tha ! Hit? J.CII. ii VOU 1U VUU II VKUj WiiV VUV Vlilvl of the second class is Fulton, which is on tne Jiasc itiver siae. .Next is Catharine, which is the great fish mart. Some of the small markets are peculiar in their nationality. The lower part of Ludlow street, for instance, has be come a market for articles used by the Jews. I do not mean that any build ings have been erected for that pur pose, but the streets and sidewalks are thus appropriated. Mott street, on the other hand, is the Chinese market, and here are the stores bearing the vertical characters which show us what the Celestials consider an attractive sign. Bayard street is also a market where goods unsalable anywhere else find purchasers. The population in this last mentioned locality is chiefly the poorest class of Jews. The only com plete market this city ever had was the j Manhattan, whose destruction was one of the boldest and most successful deeds of modern incendiarism, and Washington Market thus removed a rival of the most threatening character. Since then the rebuilding of Washing ton Market has begun, and when fin- shed the establishment will, no doubt. be one of admirable character. It will never, however, equal the Manhattan in point of beauty. - Seventy-five fires have been caused in New York city during twelve years by rats and mice nibbling matches. THE SPONGE FISHERIES. An Industry of Importance to Nassau. Methods of Pishing for Sponge? and Pre- paring Them for Market. A writer, describing the spongo I fisheries of Nassau, thecapitol of New Providence, one of the Bahama group of the West Indies, says: There is no single industry of so much financial importance to Nassau, I think, as the Bponge fisheries. "Sponging" is a reg ular business in Nassau, of such large proportions that a Sponge Exchange has been established, governed by rules on the plan of the Stock Exchange; and to : do a sponge business success fully in Nassau a firm must be repre sented in the Exchange. Sponge is an important thing in Nassau. It i3 plenty, of course, and cheap. You see sponges lying in the streets and kick ing about the wharves that in New York we would have to pay 50 cents or $1 for. Wherever sponge can be used in place of cotton or woolen cloths it is used. Kitchen maids use sponges for "dishcloths," and frequen ly the seat in a boat is nothing but an immense sponge as big as half a barrel Windows are invariably washed with them, glasses polished with them, and they are used for almost every conceiv able purpose. Around the hotel in winter are always two or three "boys'' with long strings of them, trying to sell them to the Americans. Hardly any visitor leaves Nassau without tak ing a box of them alonf, I bought a string of about fifteen sponges, that stretched out far hightr than my head, for "one-and-six," or thirty-seven and a half cents. They make very fine presents to give to your friends when you get home, they are so cheap, and a sponge is more valuable whea you know it has just been brought by somebody you know from the sponge fisheries. Some of the servants about the hotel understand the knack of pressing sponges, and for a trifling con sideration will take a bushel of sponge and pack it in a cigar box. The sponge fleet is composed of small schooners ranging from ten to forty tons. Each schooner carries from four to six men, and makes periodical trips out to the sponge beds around Abaco, Andros Island and Exuma The men do not dive for them, as sponge fishers in the Mediterranean do, but use long-handled things like oyster tongs to fish them out of the water. In this clear water they can see every inch of the bottom, make up their minds what sponges to take, and seize hold of one carefully, detach it from the rock to which it clings, and lift it into the boat. They are not the nicef delicate, light-colored things we see in shop windows. When taken first from the water they look and feel more like a piece of raw liver than anything else I can Compare them with. They are slippery, slimy, ugly and smell bad. Their color is generally a sort of brown very much like the color of gulf weed, only a little darker. Most people are taught, in their days of freshness and innocence, that the sponge is an animal, and when they visit Nassau they ex pect perhaps to see sponges swimming about the harbor, if indeed they do not surprise some of the more athletic ones climbing trees or making little excursions over the hills. But they are disappointed when they learn that the animal part disappears entirely long before the sponge reaches a mar ket; and that the part we use for mop- Pmg UP HUMS IS Only HIS UUUSC, U1V roomed residence in which he 1 sheltered himself while at sea. " After the sponges, reach the deck of the ves sel they are cleaned and dried and go through a curing process. -They then become the sponges of commerce, and are divided into eight varieties in the Bahamas. Some, called "lambswool" or "sheepswool," are as fine and soft as silk and very strong. Others, although large and perhaps tough, are coarse and comparatively worthless. There are, too, bouquet sponges, silk sponges, wire sponges, and finger and glove sponges. The process for curing them. I believe, is to keep them on deck for two or three days, which "kills" them. Then they are put in a crawl and are kept there from eight to ten days, and are afterward cleaned and bleached in the sun on the beach. When they reach Nassau the roots are cut off, and the sponge3 are trimmed and dressed for exportation. Tlie, American Holiday. Poor Jone3, how I pity him' He always has a haggard look on his face. Yet he works at least twenty hours a day. And then this morning I saw him lugging six large baskets. He looked as if he hardly could move along. Oh, that's all right All right! I don't understand you. Why, he's off for a holiday. Frte Press. ' " HUJIOHOVS. A kiss he stole ere she could feint ; She shuddei'd-at the smack, And grimly said, in language quaint, "Now put that right straight back!' " A red nose," says a noted physi cian, " is one of the signs of insanity." It i3 not infrequently a sign of an in sane desire for something to drink. It is impossible to convince a woman who arrives five minutes late at a de pot that the engineer did not see her coming and steam off, just out of spite. It is said that ten minutes after bit ing a dude the mcsquito becomes rav ing crazy. The trace of insanity in the dude's - blood goes at once to its head. "There is nothing impossible to the determined spirit," says a philosopher. Evidently that philosopher never tried to reach up behind his shoulder to get hold of the end of a broken suspender. A lady who had just returned from Europe said to a f iend: " You ought to hear them lawff and chawff at our American wav of talking over there, you know." " Oh, well, we can stand it," said her friend, " we larff and charff at them when they come over hete." Little Paul "Are whiskers catch ing?" Big Sister "No, my little pet; why do you ask?" Little Paul "Well, I thought if they were you would have hair all over your face.' Big Sister "1 don't understand you, my love." Little Paul "Ob, of course not; but I'll bet that Sam Jones, who comes here threa time a week, will." "What is the breed of your calf?' said a would-be buyer to a farmer. "Well," tail the farmer, "all I know about it is that his father gored a jus tice of the peace to death, tossed a book agent into the fenca corner, and stood a lightning rod man on his htad; and the mother clnsed a fomile lec turer two mile3, and if that ain't breed enought to ask $4 on you needn't tko him. Hie Pet Beetles of Yuenlan. In a letter dated Progieso, Yucatan, y. A Coffatt says: In the market place, an open space under a large flat roof, were offered for sale aU simple products of the peninsula fruit, pre pared food, ropes and matting, bead work, embroidery, and especia'ly the chameleon. This latter is not, I sup pose, a chameleon at all, except in the fact that ho "lives on air" that is, without food. It is a yellowish gray beetle about two inches long, with black specks on his back. Each well bred lady of Yucatan has at least one of them for a pet. With a small six inch gold chain fastened to his waist and pinned to his mistress' dress, he wanders about her shoulders for months, till, senile with old age, his soul forsakes his earthly tenement. This well-mannered but rather slug gish bug is the poodle-dog of the trop ics, and in some cases he seems to be come fond of his owner. I saw one this morning on board a ship, wearing a golden harness. Pinned on one end of a pillow where a Creole was sleep ing, he had dragged his shining tether to its fullest length Jn the direction of her nose, and there he stood, silent, im movable and pensive, watching that precious promontory with affectionate interest. The chameleon is the Dr. Tanner of insectania; he has tremen dous endurance; his digestive appara tus works . so feebly that he can live for six months or a year without a mouthful of food. He is literally a light eater, for the owner of one con fessed to me that she gave him for a monthly lunch "a bit of cork." But he looked fat, and was probably a glut ton. Jn Short, " Brace Up." "Young men, you are the architect of your own fortunes; rely on your own strength of body and soul. Take tor your star self-reliance. Inscribe on your banner, 'Luck is a fool. Pluck Is a hero.' Don't take too much advice, keep at the helm and steer your own ship, and remember that the art of com manding is to take a fair share of the work. Think well of yourself. Strike out Assumeyour own position. Put potatoes in a cart, go over a rough road and small ones go to the bottom. Rise above the envious and the jealous. Fire above the mark you intend to hit. Energy, invincible determination, with a right motive, are the levers that move the world. Don't swear. Don't deceive. Don't read novels. Don't marry until you can support a wife. Be civil. Read the papers. Advertisa your business. Make money and do good with it Love your God and fel low men. Love truth and virtue. Love your country and obey its laws. . When first naught sponges are slimy, ill-smelling -things, looking Jik? pciv of raw, livv The sponge f com merce is the, dwelling of the spy-i fish. . t it r ' iii if, . If t !i I' ll 1 i ; i ! 4 r iii. V
The News-Herald (Morganton, N.C.)
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Oct. 4, 1884, edition 1
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