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.7, THE- AN EXCELtEN ADVERTISING IIEDIUri.' Gffc&I Organ of Washington County. 1IEST OF ALL THE NEWS. Circulates xUnsIvcIy la the CounUit cf W2sbii)tos Martin, Trrell isd Biufcrl izb Printing In UsYarlou Branches. 1.00 A YEAR IN Al VANCE. FOR GOD, FOK COUNTRY, AND FOR TRUTH." SINGLE COPY, 5 CENTS. VOL. IX. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, AUGUST 12, 1898. NO. 4 7. flJiii A v NOCTURN. Outside his nursery window Si A tall green pine-tree stands, And every night It beckons And wares Its shadowy hands: Whether the breeze flies lightly, Or whether the winds blow wild, It's "Good night to you now, O Pine-tree." "Good night to you, little child." The bright moon looks through its branches, The thin moon splendid and new; It spreads a snare lor the dewdrops; , And stars hang sparkling through: But moonlight, and starlight, and sunlight, The great-winged winds and the breeze -"With the little child to wave to What; should it care for these? - When in the lonely midnight, Awake wtth the storm and rain, lie opens the chink in the curtain ' To peer through' the window-pane, lie can hear the pine-tree saying Over and ove, too 'The night is wet and windy. But I'm staying awake with you." ' Every night at bedtime small hand waves to the tree, Y s MU face smiles through tne twilight, "Jessing the pane to see; And whether the breeze flies lightly, Or whether the wind blow wild, : It'B "Good night to you now, O Pine-tree" "Good night to you, little child." - Kosamond Marriott Watson. 0 A'UMCTJC PiirVc v t A SOUDANESE WAR TALE. In the early stages of the Anglo Egyptian advance up the Nile in 1896, several thousand soldiers of all colors, with camels, horses, niuies, guns, wagons, gunboats in sections, and the end of tin unfinished railroad, were waitijag at Wady Haifa for. the Nile to r"' rise sufficiently to permit the naviga- 1 tjon of the Second Cataract. . Mean T"while, detached bodie of the cavalry I nd camel-corps were continually jonring the surrounding desert for .., marauding parties of the enemy. A troop of two hundred men, under Captain Somerville, one day sighted a stroug force of dervishes about five miles froni Anika, and. gave' chase and a long chase it proved. As they advanced farther into Jhe desert, little knots of Arabs were continually springing up from nowhere, as it seemed, and joining the enemy. ' Captain Somerville and his two hun dred charged, with shouts and a brisk uio ui ictuitcLA auu vni uiuos, nuu I i were met in the most provoking man- ...... JUl, UOOiUlt, UI UIU UVl -meet the shock, but scattered, and as the troopers rode in, the dervishes l closed rounds and engulfed the little force. , In half a minute the whole sceue went out in a cloud of dust and Bmoke, through which vaguely ap peared black faces and arms, flashing eyes, squealing, bobbling camel-heads, with the mingled reek of gunpowder, ill-smelling hot leather and camel's hair dominating the whole. There was sharp," close fighting as the British force strove to cut its way through, which it .finally succeeded in doing, and made for a small hillock dotted with rough black . boulders. Every soldier dismounted, dropped behind one of these and opened a hot fire that checked pursuit. To Captain Somerville, at five o'clock in the afternoon, the situation did not seeia comforting. The men had little water in their flasks: their cartridges t were few. They could not hope for aid from Wady Haifa, tea miles away, unless word could be sent through. When the captain called for a mes senger, every one volunteered to undertake the hazardous service. Only three were Belected -an English trooper of the Staffordshire regiment, an Egyptian subaltern, and Achmet Ben Houssain, a young member of the friendly Arab scouts. "' Achmet was a youngster of about seventean, proud in the possession of . a dromedary, a Martini and a belt of cartridges. He had joined the, force with his father and most of his tribe, as free scouts. The three were to ave the camp separately, a3 soon as flbecanie dark. When the swift darkness of old EgVpt came on, the English trooper shook hands with his comrades, tightened his belt and crept off down into the gloom on foot. The Egyptian subaltern followed without a word to any one. Lastly young Achmet sailed out on his beloved dromedary, and com-' mencod.to ride around the hillock in a 6piral direction that brought . him continually nearer the besiegers'lines. He trusted that His course would pro- , - dace the impression that he was a chief riding about on a tour of inspec - tion. This artifice' seemed to have succeeded when a voice challenged ' "sifis about to reply when he "hot from the other side "V"Yi a volley of firing silence. One cf d boen killed. ' e dervishes ' re at the "d boy Vrest, 'Vets H '9 saddle, lashed his camel over the flank with the end of his long rawhide halter, and broke into a gallop, which was injudicious, for the dervishes per ceived no reason for this speed. Shouts followed him, then several bullets spit sharply as they struck into the sand ahead. " i In another moment suspicion seemed to have become conviction in the Mahdist mind. Achmet heard the bub bling grunts of camels being pulled up, and then the heavy padding of big feet in the rear. On he galloped. . And now he heard news of another of the three messengers. As the hill faded out in" the darkness, there was a second outbursUof angry cries and a few shots. Achmet felt a little thrill as he realized that on him alone de pended the rescue of the two hundred. The dervishes in pursuit were firing now, but the night , was dark, and they could not shcot accurately by sound of his galloping as he lashed his own beast to a gcod eight-mile pace. His camelVolled and pitched like a ship at sea, while now and again a bullet whined over his head through the darkness. But the pursuers were not gaining. So Achmet presently let his camel relax into the regular natural trotting pace of the animal, and mile upon mile passed with no sound but the padding of the soft feet on sand, or the occasional splitting crack of a rifle. Six miles were covered, and the trained sense of the young Arab told him the Nile was near. When the moon slowly rolled up, bronze and large, over the distant ranges that border the Red sea. Achmet had been expecting this with dread. As the light spread over the black and cor rugated landscape he looked back and saw his pursuers distinctly five of them. The light served them equally well for a scattering volley, and to Achmet the flying lead whistled near. He turned in his saddle and replied with his Martini. The first shot went wild; the nest lamed a camel, and one rider was-out of the chase. s But he must get out of range, and he again urged the dromedary to a gallop. . The Mahdists galloped, tof, but the gap 'grew wider.' Four hun dred yards' interval became sis and eight hundred. Already he saw in the distance an irregular line which might have been a row of squat stakes, but which was the fringe of palms along the Nile. . Straight onward Achmet rode, while the dervishes fired wildly in hope of stopping him short of a place of safety. Now the feathery palms were clear and black in the moonlight. Two minutes more and he rode be neath them. In front foamed the rushing Nile, surging over the hun dred black crags and boulders that block the Second Cataract. He was too far up-stream for the camp. He turned to ride northward on the beaten track by the. river, when a peculiar, soft "thud" sounded under his saddle,, and , the camel, hit by a bullet, grunted, tottered, and sank to its knees. - The boy sprang clear with an agile bound, and stood for a moment in dis may. He thought of his danger, then of the little beleaguered band upon the hillock inthe desert, and all the traditions of his tribe urged him to lay down his life if need be, but to stand fast to the service he had taken. The rocky shores of the Nile were strewn with driftwood from the dis tant equatorial forests. Achmet fired two defiant shots at the oncoming dervishes, dropped his rifle, threw himself upon a half-stranded log, and ran it before him with a rush that sent it shooting far into the whirling tor rent . . He went clear under water with the impetus, and the water' was cool and refreshing. When he rose he was in the grip of the rapids, and the bullets were cutting into the water all around him. The stroug current drove him downward, and he was absolutely help less in its grasp. Down chutes or whirling dizzily in eddies he went, with a grim and gasping determina tion to cling to his log, and to reach the British post below. He escaped crushiug as by a rairacle; often the log - revolved, and he went under in a choking dash of waves and foam. He could ' not see where he was drifting, much " less direct his course beyond fending blindly off the rocks as they loomed up close beside him. Suddenly, as a leaping wave lifted him, he saw the quiet rows of white tents ashore, and a little lower the lights of Wady Haifa. His voyage was finished; it only re mains I to land. An eddy rolled him, log and all, shoreward, and he clutched desperately at projecting crags. They helped hiru to shallow water, whence he waded ashore. Dripping and battered and too dazed to give the countersign, Achmet was found by a sentry, and handed over to the officer of the guard. In half an hour the bugles had blown and two regiments had paraded in the open and set oft" rapidly east ward, singing vociferously an auda cious parody: On the road to Dongolay! On the road to Dongolay! And Achmet Ben Houssain,provided with a fre3h camel and rifle, went -ith them as guide. The morning wind brought to the Vuers the sound of firing, faint in the distance, and they came to tha spot a little after. The garrison sallied as the relieving force attacked; there was a sharp skirmish, hot hand-to-hand fighting. Bnt the dervishes, taken between two fires, fled. After the water-bottles had been handed over to the late besieged, Achmet was the hero of the hour. A little bewildered by the boisterous enthusiasm of the troopers, he yet stood with the dignity of a true son of the desert. The few words of grave commendation from his tribes men impressed him more , than all, except the fact that he was offered rifles and camels enough to supply an arsenal or a caravan. Captain Somer ville shook hands with him and com plimented, him, and Achmet felt at peace with himself, and that he had been true to his salt. Youth's Com panion. . Wild Birds in London. Twenty years ago who would not have laughed at4the suggestion that it might be necessary to place a wire en tanglement round the trunk of the tree in the Bank of England court yard to prevent the Bank of England cat from eating the wild wood pigeons nesting therein? It would have seemed almost as reasonable to muzzle the lions at the Zoo for fear they should catch and eat the dodo, or to barricade Exeter hall during the May meetings to keep out the uninvited boa con strictor. Yet the wild wood pigeons of the city of London are an accom plished and very familiar fact. In Leicester square, which some of us remember as a derelict tangle of weeds with the riderless horse of a broken equestrian statue in the middle, there are now trees from which the nesting wood pigeons survey the passing traffic, anon descending to scramble with sparrows for the contents of a ca ) horse's split- nosebag. . In St. James' park the "shy ringdove" woos his mate "coram publico" with an ab sence of shyness that would be ridicu lous were it not welcome testimony to the wisdom of our civilized protection of wild life. In the country a man has but to hold an umbrella or walk ing stick gunwise to make the wary wood pigeon three fields off rise and fly to a safer distance; in Leicester square or St. James' park a man might carry a whole bundle of guns and, provided that he had also bread crumbs to distribute, the wood pigeons would come to his feet to eat them. A very interesting struggle for existence is destined to take place in the near future between, the ordinary London pigeon and the wild wood pigeon, in which it is not easy to say which will triumph. London Globe. j . Passing of the Courier. Up to times within the memory of living men, almost no one of means traveled through Europe without a courier. Before- railroads were built and before good guide books were printed he was almost indispensable. His tribe survives, but in greatly di minished numbers. To the self-reliant traveler he is of no use whatever. In deed he is frequently a positive en cumbrance, and worse. To my mind, one of the great pleasures of travel is in learning travel by myself. There is satisfaction, pleasure and education in planning routes, deciphering time tables, making bargains, learning by observation the lay of the land. The time may have been ' when a courier could save a traveler more than his cost. Most certainly that is not the case now. On the contrary, as he gets a percentage on every purchase his party makes (which, of course, comes out. of the purchaser in in creased prices), and as it is often for his interest to advise the more costly route, the more costly hotel or the more costly excursion, he eats up much more than his wages, while saving positively nothing. Bean de clares that in a two weeks' trip in southern Spain, which he made side by side with a couple having a courier, he invariably reached the hotel first, got the better rooms, saw all the sights to as good advantage; yet the courier was of his kind an expert. The fact is that travel has become so general, tourist companies, railroads and landlords ha'e so well studied its needs,' books rfe so plentiful, that you couldn'J; very well get off the track or have a mishap if you tried. Robert Luce in Going Abroad. ynadruped Fowls. Traceyville, near Honesdale, Fehn., has a large number of chickens with four legs. The chicken is now a big rooster, and he is very proud of. his extra legs. A short time ago a farmer named McGown found a" four-legged chicken under one of his hens, the two extra legs being attached to the breast, just beneath the wings. And now thej managers of the Wayne County Agricultural society will offer a reward , of 30 for a five-legged chicken, and the hens of the county are expected to do their duty. New York Tress', ' . : A Uivi Plant Industry. The British consul at Ghent reports that the ec ports of live plants thence to Great (Britain during 1897 were 752 tons, cliiefly from the nurseries of Ghent. 7 This business is increasing, and mo) e green houses are accordingly being milt iii ill Here nt parts of the town md lieu;.! jorhood. U. S. SHIPS' BUGLE CALLS NAVAL OFFICERS NO LONGER THUN DER OUTTHEIR ORDERS. About Every Command Now Is Conveyed to the Men on Deck by the Brass Instrument The One to Quarter la the Blojt Welcome One of All. In the old days in the British navy it was possible to tell the rank of an officer by the notes of his voice.-- The captain gave his commands like a broadside. The lieutenant com mander thundered a little less loudly, the executive officer still less vehe mently, while an ensign gave orders in a mild and apologetic tone. But in the modern navy the voice has given way to the bugle, and the clarion tones of this instrument ring through the ship at all hours of the day and for a part of the night. The sailor abuses it when it calls him from his hammock at the break of dawn, and blesses it when it gives him per mission to "turn in" at night, or when it sounds the order for mess formation. In the hour of battle the bugle In spires and directs; at sunset and sun rise it call3 all hands to salute the flag, as the national emblem is hauled down or hoisted; it may mean break fast or a long, hard row, under a hot sun, or swabbing down the decks, or calling away the captain's gig, or "church," as the Sunday service on shipboard is called, or practice with the big guns, or inspection, or batal lion drill or half a hundred other things. An old sailor regards the bugle with scorn. To him it is only an innova tion. A "whole bloomiu' band" would scarcely strike him as being more inappropriate, for the bugle on men-of-war is a thing of so recent date in our navy, that the men who fought and died at the beginning of the civil war had never heard it. In the old days it was the fife and drum which gave warning that the enemy was in sight, and which sent the men to the guns. The old sailor still longs for the fife and drum, and for him no other music can have such attraction. It recalls the age of wooden ships, the age when muscle and brawn had not succ.iaibedto steel and science,- the age when men looked into the cannon's mouth at short range, when ship was lashed to ship, and "All hands repel boarders 1" was a familiar cry. The young recruit of the modern ironclad, perhaps, also sighs for the days of the fife anddrum.as he listens to the many calls of the bugle and struggles to learn the meaning of such, but necessity teaches the dullest, and, after a few weeks, the meauing of the bugle notes is as plain to him as the English language. At 5 o'clock in the morning, in sum mer, and at 6 o'clock in winter, there comes that inevitable "ta,ra,ta-ta-ta," which means that he must bid adieu to slumber, fold up his hammock and stow it neatly away. At 7.50 o'clock the bugle sounds again, and the young sailor knows that the quartermaster is preparing to hoist the colors. Again, at 8 o'clock, the bugle call is given, and ere the strains have died away the Stars and Stripes are waving at the stern. This ceremony is technically known as "colors." If the young man is on a ship the captain of which is fond of "form," the bugle will piesently be heard summoning him to fall in with his comrades for mess. Mess formation is not, however, gone through with on every ship. When the decks have been cleaned and muster or inspection is over, the captain may order practice at the guns, and the bugler gives the offi cers' call, and ten minjites later the general call to quarters. While at quarters the bugle directs the men in the various exercises. It orders "commence firing," or "cease tiring," or "train the starboard or port battery." Gun practice may be followed by battalion drill, for which the bugle sounds the assembly call, and then goes through the calls for drill which are in use in the regular army. At the dinner hour the mesa forma tion call is sounded, and often, after dinner, the bugler may be heard call ing away one of the boats, or perhaps all of them. There is a call for each class of boats launches, cutters, whaleboats, gigs and dingies. The boat call followed by one blast calls away the first cutter, by two blasts, the second cutter; by three blasts, the third cutter. At ten . minutes before sunset the bugle summons the quartermaster to the flagstaff, and at sunset it sounds "colors," vheu the flag is hauled down and stowed away in the locker. This ceremony is very impressive and pretty. On the flagship the band plays "The Star Spangled Banner," and everybody salute,? the flag. If some of the officers are below dining, "colors" always brings them to their feet and they face the stern and salute. It is after the evening mess that the sailor finds himself at leisure nud he smokes his pipe and lies on the deck forward and swas yarns with, his messmates, or ioins in the chorus of some familiar old tune which has done duty to the forecastle for generations. But his hours for recreation come to an end all too soon, for at 9 o'clock the omnipresent bugler sounds the "tattoo," which is quickly followed by "taps," and presently the sailor is rocking in his hammock and dropping off to sleep. Philadelphia Times. . SPAIN'S NATIONAL HERO- Exploits of the Ctd Preserved la legend. Song and Lore. Spain's traditions of chivalry, nobil ity and exploit are derived chiefly from the chronicles concerning the popular Iberian hero, El Cid, or El Campeador, whose fame is preserved in legend, song and lore. The Cid is a sort of mediaeval Achilles, and the quasi epic in which his deeds are re counted may be compared with the Iliad in so far as both have a basis in history, and both stand together as unrivaled examples of the exuberance of a poetic' fancy that is prone to deify and worship its own mannfactur.es. Spain has a regard for her hero that is as wildly extravagant as the character of her people would leact one to ex pect. The Cid and his apotheosis by the Spanish have no parallel. The flesh out of which this idol grew was Rodrigo Diaz of Bivar. The name Cid comes from the Arabic "El Seyyd," the lord. He came Into prom inence as a warrior in the army of Fernando I. This was probably about the year 1025. Fernando accom plished a check of the Moslem con quest, and Spain was equally divided between the Spanish and- the Arabs, and in the fierce civil wars which fol lowed Diaz found ample field for the exploitation of his military genius. Toward the end of the eleventh cen tury the Cid was wedded to a royal bride. Ximena, the daughter of. the Count Oviedo. She was the grand daughter of the King Alfonso V., and this fact in the story of the Cid is verified by historians, who have the original marriage contract as evidence. About this time Rodrigo fought in the war between ' Motamid, King of Seville, and the King of Granada, Abdallah. Abdallah had the - aid and comfort of the great Garcia Ordonez. . This prince of the blood was seen by Rodrigo, who begged him to recant his disloyal agreement and return to his lawful master. But Ordonez refused, and the battle was fought without the walls of Seville. The Cid routed his enemies and brought back great store of treasure and many prisoners. Ordonez, treacherous to the last,1 persuaded Alfonzo that Rod rigo had stolen the tribute from Se ville, and the Cid was banished. Then began the exploits which have fur nished the theme of the grand national poem of Espana. The Cid was found fighting the Moors now, and now the Spaniards. Crescent or cross were alike to him, providing he was always in blood and always robbing some one of treasure in which he proved him self a genuine Spaniard. .He led his army against Valencia, a. city .jiathad aroused the cupidity of the Moor and Christian. It fell before the Cid's army of 7000 men after withstanding a seige of nine months. The slaughter which followed the surrender the terms of which we're every one ruth lessly violated by the Cid was truly Spanish. No Moslem soldier could have equalled it. For four years he ruled, it would appear, with much justice, but was at last beaten by Al moravides, and died in a fit of anger and grief. When it is said that Rod rigo was a savage fighter all is said that can be said in his praise. He wi s a barbarian compared with the Sara cens he conquered and who conquered him. It would seem the Spanish poet could have selected a better hero for his quasi epic. It is the Cid of the poet's imagination that lives and that inspires the Weylers, the Polaviejas and the Cam ar as of today, and they are all poor relations of the original. Chicago Times-Herald. Coal Briquettes. Coal briquettes are made very ex tensively and tised in Germany, France, Russia and Belgium. In Germany a large part of the output of brown coal, which is too friable to stand handling, is utilized in this way. In the United States very little has been done iy this line. A factory for making bri quettes from anthracite coal dust was put up at Rondont, N. 1", about fif teen years ago, but it did not prove a paying business, and was abandoned. About a year ago a plant for making briquettes from Texas lignite was built by a firm in Fhiladelphia. The reasons why briquettes are not made in this country seem to be purely com mercial. The manufacture is not profitable as long as good coal sells at present prices. -In some parts of the country, as on the Pacific coast.where coal ia high in price, they might be introduced to advantage. Engineer ing anil Mining Journal, Old Saws. I siippose," said Elder Keepalong, as he tlok a seat on a bench in Deacon Ironsiilfc's shop and glanced around with a Humorous twinkle in his eve, "it has iiever occurred to you to get up a bv- of proverbs out of your old saws? v, "No,' tnutted the deacon,' "it never has. stil!," he added, "I gen erally put em ou tile." Chicago Tribune. UNTAUGHT. 'Tis ever the same wherever you go There's a lad and a lass together; Whatever you think or whatever you know,. Believe as you may, it was always eo, In fair or in foulest weather. Ere men knew aught of the skies above, Or of earth with its harvest growing. There were secret trysts in field and grove; There were lips that told all the word3 of love, 1 As the wind Is adept in blowing. Who taught the roses to bloom full red, And the lily its graceful bearing? Did the pearl lie deep in the ooean bed, To learn at last how its light is shed, Its beauty with others sharing? Love never came with a task in view, But born in the heart cf maiden, ' Wherever she went it flourished and grew, ! As fresh as the morn, as purfl as the dew, And as sweet as a rose in Afdenn. Edw. W. Dutcher.in Carter's Monthly , HUMOROUS. " "Is his book a problem novt. "Yes; and a hard one. It is in tu worst form of Scotch dialect." If you want to . be well in formed, take a paper. Even a paper of pins will give you some good points. ' When on man proposes a good thing, another man usually proposes one so much better that 'nothing is done. Extolling the merits of a dog feet offered for sale, the owner said: "He will eat anything, and is very fond of children." It was the first time Nan had seen any one husking corn. rf'Do you have to undress every m single ear?" she asked soberly. " .. He (before the wedding) Yoti ara sure you won t be nervous at tha altar? She (four times a widow) I've never been yet. Brownleigh (visiting friends in the country) I don't often get such a good supper. Johnnie (son of ktha host) Neither do we. , "I wonder why artists are always so careful to sign their pictures?" "Possibly so the public can tell the top from the bottom." , ' Jack I wonder how it was first dis covered that fish was .a brain food? Jill Probably by the wonderful sto ries that men tell who go fishing. "Madam, these flowers will look well on your hat; they ' are a perfect , copy of nature." "Then I don't want them; show me something original." "He," said the fond but firm father, "is, I fear, a young man of extrava gant tastes." "Yes," the daughter admitted, "he wants me for a wife." ' Johnny Hay What kind of en gagement rings d'ye sell? Polite Jeweler All kinds. Johnny Hay Well, I want one a . girl can't sneak out of. Clara I see Cynthia hasNI decorated her room with guns, pistols, swords and the like. Cora Yes; she always has been a great girl for having arms around her. "Alfred," she exclaimed, "how do you like my new hat?" "Well," ho replied very .slowly, in order to gain time, "I dunno. How much is it go ing to cost?" "I have learned a new distinction between pessimist and optimist. " "What is it?" "A pessimist calls cream 'milk,' and an optimist always caljs milk 'cream. " "Young Doctor - I'm .doing very well. I was called up three nights last week.. Old Doctor That's good I I hope you never forget to appear an noyed oh such occasions? "I wonder," said the artist, thought fully, "what price that picture ought to command." "Oh," replied the deal er, cheerfully, "there is no way of telling that. You're not dead yet.you know." Little Mary was discovered one day by her mother vigorously applying the oil can to the kitten's mouth. On being reproved, she replied: "Why, mamma, kitty squeaks so awfully when I pull her tail," He If I should kiss you, what would you do? She (startled) I never measure an emergency until it arises. He -If this emergency arose now, how would you meet it? She (courageously)' Face to face. First Worker (gloomily) Women are crowding into every department of industry and lowering our wages. Second Worker I ain't afraid of 'em. First Worker You're not? What are you? Second Worker A cook. Old Gentleman (dictating an indig nant letter) Sir: My stenographer, being a lady, cannot take down what I think of you. T, being a gentle man, cannot think it; but you, being neither, can easily guess my thoughts. Maurice and Johnny have been rude to their mamma. Mamma has com plained to papa, who is heard coming up stairs. Johnny I say, Maurice, here comes papa. I shall pretend to be asleep. Maurice I shan't. I shall get up and put something on. Always Dangerous. The Youth Have you got a horse that is safe to drive with one hand? - The Cynical Liveryman Yon w.; feller, it never is safe fur a si;,; man to drive with one hand. Ialiu apolis Journal. It
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