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VOL. XIII. PLYMOUTH, N. 0., FRIDAY, MAY 30; 1902. . NO. 12.
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I stood marooned on a desert isle,
WiMi my gaze o'er the white-capped
sea,
'And hope leaped up in my heart the
w Je
My ship would it come to me?
My beautiful ship with its sails of snow,
Swanlike on the ocean's blue ;
.While ever I gazed where the sky hung
low,
And ever my longing grew.
Long, long I watched in -the burning
sun;
And just at the close of day,
'A glint of white where the fog banks run,
Flashed up like a whitecap spray:
Flashed into my sight on the low sky line;
Then out of the sea upreared
The black storm-cloud; and this ship of
mine
Was lost in the blackness weird
T -v URING -what -was known as
I the "good" summer Blue
I J Duck suffered much from cat-
i tie stealing. The grass was
so plentiful that season, the rains
came with such regularity,, the sun
tempered its heat to such a nicety that
the ranges were covered with young
cattle fattening on the land. Prosper
ity stared every cow owner In the face,
and the vision was such a joyous one
that the men slapped their thighs,
shouted as they rode the trail and
wildly speculated on what kind of a
.winter they would have with their
profits. In the midst of this general
rejoicing came extensive losses of
young calves and beeves already worth
a considerable sum on the market.
At first when the stealing was con
fined to only a few herds no particular
comment was made. The cow men
supposed that some comrade a little
more thrifty than they was adding to
his own store, and they reflected that
when they wished they could replenish
from other herds themselves. But af
ter a time every herd within a radius
of thirty miles of Blue Duck had suf
fered from the thieves, and the com
plaints filled the barrooms and streets
of the town, until a vigilance commit
tee, of which Gentleman Ed was the
bead, was organized.
Before permitting the committee to
go to work Gentleman Ed rode over
the ranges and endeavored to find some
clew to the thieves. He questioned
this man and that. He talked with
the half-breed Indians, and he studied
the trail, but he returned to Blue Duck
no wiser than when he left.
"I tell you, Ilalvorson," he said,
"whoever "is going away with that
stock is mighty wise. The boys haven't
seen any one, and theVe isn't a sign to
show where the animals go to. It
looks as if the earth simply swallowed
them up."
Ilalvorson grunted. As the descend
ant of vikings he-was entitled to grunt
and to be suspicions. That night he
called a meeting of the vigilance com
mittee in the rear room of the No. 1
Hard bar.
"Gentlemen," said Ed, "we've got to
turn Indian. That's the only way that
we will ever run down the thieves. I
don't believe that we. need many men
for this kind of work. I am going to
pick out ten of you, and we are going
away, and we won't come back until
we have scalps to bring in."
That-night Gentleman Ed and ten
other men rode out of Blue Duck into
the long grasses, and to where the cat
tle stamped and moved restlessly un
der the stars."
Each member of the vigilance com
mittee selected for trailing as the In
dians follow their prey had with him
his horse, rifle, six-shooter and a five
days' supply of provisions. Gentleman
"Ed selected for his own work the
guarding of the Circle herd. It was
grazing near Cub Creek, and con
tained about 400 head of cattle.
He kept always to the windward of
them, gave them no occasion for
alarm and did not even disturb the
cowboys on duty. All that first night
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SHIP.
All night I lay on the damp seaweed,
Witn the spray "fen my sodden head;
The mad waves howled, but I took no
heed,
Nor recked of their raving dread.
All night in the storm with a chilling
breast,
When lo! at the break of day,
There, dancing at anchor with sails at rest,
My ship in the harbor lay!
My beautiful ship!
When the night was
black,
When the sky was the hue of lead,
O'er rock and reef, through the thunder
ing rack,
She tailed with a steady head!
Oh, faltering one! when the dark hour
falls,
Deem not that all hope is past,
But hark for the sound of the Pilot's calls
For your ship will come in at last.
Lowell O. Reese, in San Francisco Bulletin.
he worked his way up and down the
feeding grounds, but without finding
any suspicious evidence. He slept the
next day, and the second night re
sumed his vigil. Again he crawled
through the grasses and until midnight
was not rewarded for his labor. Then
of a sudden, even in the darkness, and
almost under his nose, two choice
cows detached themselves from the
herd and slowly moved away toward
the north. The sight was an extraor
dinary one. Cattle in herds do not
leave in such manner unless there is
some powerful reason for their doing
so.
The two cows kept steadily on their
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MOVED AWAY TOWARD THE NORTH.
wajr, and finally disappeared in the
darkness. Then Ed took up the trail.
As fresh as it was there was little
difficulty in keeping within close dis
tance of the animals. He saw no hu
man being guiding them. He could
not fathom the reason for their strange
behavior. Once he thought he saw
something that resembled a dog or coy
ote leap up in front of them, but he
could not be certain as to this. Mile
after mile the cows went on and mile
after mile Ed kept their trail, until
they came to a tiny ranch, house on
Upper Cub Creek and voluntarily
walked within a corral. Some one
whom Ed could not distinguish shut a
gate on them and then the gentleman
gambler of Blue Duck knew that he
had found the home of the cUttle
thieves.
Ed was alone. His companions of
the vigilance committee were scat
tered over the range. It seemed fool
hardy for him to attempt to capture
the thieves single-handed. He could
distinguish the outlines of the ranch
house, but there was no light to be
seen from within, nor any indication
as to bow many men there might be
inside. He spent an hour-taking the
geographical bearings of the place and
then rode away. By 3 o'clock in the
morning he had gathered up his ten
men and had them on the way to the
retreat.
When the place was again located
he placed his men so that each one
commanded a vantage point from
which to fight if there was going to be
a tight. He himself intended to ad
vance on the place, announce who he
was and his mission and demand the
surrender of the inmates. He was per
haps half way to the house when a
light flashed up and he dropped to the
ground and lay still. By the light he
could see that one of the window's of
the ranch house was raised and that
it was covered only by a cotton cur
tain which blew back and forth in the
morning breeze. Ed crawled up to this
window until he was directly under
neath it, and then he heard voices.
A woman was talking. She was
moving about the room and evidently
preparing food for some one. As the
curtain moved Ed got a glimpse of the
interior. He saw a man in bed and
could judge by the appearance of his
face that he was' sick. He noted a
thin, gaunt looking woman, who was
preparing a broth. He observed that
by the bed there slept a handsome
Scotch collie, the best kind of a cow
dog ever created. Thus spoke the
woman to the man:
"The Blue Duck people are out with
their guns, Jim, and I've got to quit
this stealing business. The dog works
all right, but they'll get me sure, and
what will become of you if I'm hauled
up? I know it isn't right, Jim, but
you'd have died long ago if the dog
and me hadn't known how to get the
cattle over here. There are two good
cows in the corral now, and the Hamar
people will be here in the morning and
get them. That will give us enough to
live on for the next two weeks. After
that God will have to take care of us."
The entire situation dawned oh Gen
tleman Ed in a flash. He heard the
sick man moan and say:
"It's all right, Kate. You've done
all a woman could for any man. If
we've got to starve here, why that's
all there is to it. You needn't run off
any more fltock. We've taken more
thap we can ever pay for now, and the
Lord knows -how we will ever square
accounts with Him for what's been
done."
, At this the woman set down the
bowl which she had' in her hand and
went over to the bedside and put her
arms about the man's neck.
"I've lived for you all my life. Jim."
she said, "and I'll die for you now.
They caD't get us two apart, no mat
ter what happens."
Then, for the first time in his life,
Gentleman Ed retreated. He crawled
away with hot flushes on his cheek
and something sticking in his throat.
He rejoined his companions, and to
their surprise ordered them to mount
and ride with him. Silently he led
them into Blue Duck just as the town
awoke and the streets were filled with
people. He rode straight for the Xo. 1
Hard bar, and once inside of that and
the people gathered about him he
mounted a table and made a short
speech.
In brief he said to them:
"Boys, I found the cattle thieves
last night, and I've sneaked away
from them. It's for you to say what
you are going to do with me for it. I'm
going to tell you a story first, though.
You know that fellow Hotling that has
that bad grass plain north of here.
You know he came down with the fe
ver a year ago, and he has been losing
everything since then. You know that
we have had all kinds of prosperity
down here, but we haven't stopped to
think of the people about us that have
had hard luck. Since Hotling's been
sick his wife ' has been standing by
him. They didn't have any money,
and they couldn't hire a doctor, but
some of those fellows over at Hamar
put the woman up to running off our
stock.
"You know she owns the best collie
In this country. Well, she's been
dressing up in her husband's clothes
and taking the collie and going out
and getting just what stock she
wanted. She put the animals in Hot
ling's corral and the Hamar peopla
would get them the next day. Thft
money she has got out of it has gone
to doctoring her husband. I was right
up to the house last night, right by the
open window, and I heard her and the
old nlan talk it all over. I don't believe
that he will live two weeks more, and
she is heartbroken, but I sneaked. I
can't fight a woman."
There was a long silence, and then
Ilalvorson rose, and Ilalvorson moved
that Blue Duck visit Hamar and in
form the rival town what it had dis
covered. Also, that Blue Duck invite
Hamar to fight with any weapon
knoAvn to man, and further that Hot
ling and his wife from that moment
should become the special charge and
care of Blue Duck. The motion went
through with a -round of cheers.
Gentleman Ed came down from his
table and said:
"I'm going to bring the Ilotlings in."
"All right," said Ilalvorson. "We'll
go after Hamar."
And so the Hotiings came to know
what true charity was, and Hamar in
due season felt the wrath of Blue
Duck. H. I. Cleveland, in the Chicago
Record-Herald.
Japan's National Anthem.
Japan has, perhaps, the shortest of
all national anthems. It is called
"Kimi Ga Yo," from its first three
words, and consists of thirty-two syl
lables, which count in poetry, however,
as thirty-one. The exceeding brevity
Is due to the national fondness for
conciseness of phrase and for economy
of expression in all forms of art. . The
patriotic song is what the Japanese
call a "tanka," or a verse of five lines,
the first and third being of five, and
the others of seven syllables. Below
is given the anthem in Japanese, with
an English translation:
Kimi ga yo wa
Ohiyo no yaeuiyo ni
Sazare ishi no
Iwawo to narite
, Koke no inumu made.
May our Lord's domain last
Till a thousand years have passed.
Twice four thousand times o'ertold!
Firm as changeless rock earth-rooted,
Moss of ages uneomputed.
Los Angeles Herald.
Pecliffree Foolishness.
This is a great democratic country,
but a man in London has made a
small fortune in tradmg the pedigrees
of American millionaires back to the
ancient Saxon and Norman nobility
of Great Britain. Familiarity with
works of heraldry makes the manu
facture of coats of arms as easy, as it
is profitable. It Is an interesting fact
that there is little of this foolish gen
ealogy hunting among 'the numerous
American descendants of the German
immigrants. London appears to be
the only market for the supply of
American pedigrees. Philadelphia
Record.
WHEN THAT OLD HOSS WAS YOUNG
Well, yes, the world was fresh and gay, ,
And life was worth the living, too,
And work in them ole times seemed play,
And skies was always clear and blue,
And ne'er a day in all the year
On which at toil no song I sung;
Oh ! still the memory stays to cheer
Of days when that ole hoss was young!
You want to buy him? Not if I
Have any 'quaintance with myself!
A hundred-fifty! 'Twouldn't buy
His cast-off shoes upon that shelf!
For many years, through sun and rain,
To that old hoss I've fondly clung;
His neigh brings back the joys again
Of days when that ole hoss was young!
I drove him in my courting days,
Up hill, down dale, through field and
wood;
lie shared my love in horsely ways,
He heard our vows and understood!
The children came; he loved them all,
As fearless to his mane they clung;
He mourned them lying 'neath the pall
In days when that ole hoss was young!.
Out yonder in the medder green
You see them four ole pine tree3 stand,
You see a tali white stone between
And five small ones on either hand?
Well, neighbor, she and they would raisa
And taunt me with accusing tongue,
If I should e'er forget the days,
The days when that ole hoss 'was young!
Blobbs "She's a remarkable woman.
She always gains her point." Slobbs
"Even when she sharpens a pencil?"
Philadelphia Record.
Cholly "Been shooting for a week,
old chap! Had great luck!" Algy
"What did you bring back?" Cholly
(proudly) "The dogs !" Judge.
Alas! the times are out of gear, .
And truth is down the well.
We don't believe the half we hear,
Nor yet the half we tell.
Philadelphia Record.
Bacon "Do you suppose it was mod
esty that prompted the author to with
hold his name from that poem?" Eg
bert "No, I think it was prudence."
Tit-Bits.
Gusch "His after-dinner speech was
the very soul of wit; don't jrou think
so?" Krusty "Perhaps. There cer
tainly wasn't any body to it" Phila
delphia Press.
"Do you call this realistic fiction?"
asked the critic. "Certainly," replied
the author. "What's the matter with
it?" "It's altogether too probable,"
answered the critic Chicago Tost.
When Miranda smiles, I've come to know
By the curve of her lips such a little
thing
Cupid is getting a string on his bow,
And Miranda is getting her beau on a
ptring!
Smart Set.
"Father, I wish you'd spank me a lit
tle." "Why, Tommy, the idea! Spank
you what, for?" "Yes, then I'll cry,
and grandma will feel so awfully sorry
she'll give me some candy." Brooklyn
Life.
Minister "Well, my boy, I hope you
enjoyed the services this morning."
Boy "Yes, sir. Pop fell asleep six
times and ma had to stick a pin into
him each time to wake him up."
Judge.
Clara "Jack intends to have every
thing his own way when we are mar
ried." Clara's Mamma "Then why
do j-ou marry him?" Clara "To re
lieve his mind of a false impression."
Tit-Bits.
Mamie (aged six) "Are you going
to give me a birthday present. Aunt
Elsie?" Aunt Elsie "Yes, dear. Tell
me what you would like to have."
Mamie "Oh, anything at all, just so
it isn't useful." Chicago News.
The panic in the diamond market is
growing worse instead of better. It is
now almost impossible to get No. 2
whites in carload lots; No. 1 blues can
bo obtained only in bushel lots; and
No. 1 straws are no longer quoted ex
cept by the peck. Chicago Tribune
"Yes, sir," said the landlady, "our
boarding house is one of the best. We
give you all the comforts of home."
"Ah!" exclaimed the erstwhile house
keeper, "but what we're looking for
particularly, is a place that has none
of the discomforts of home." Catholic
Standard and Times.
Motor Ash Wagon.
A gasoline motor ash wagon is to be
tried by the Department of Street
Cleaning of the cjty of New Y'ork.
The wagon will have a capacity of
about six cubic yards and will be tested
in a district where the haxils are long.
The wagon is not yet built.
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