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"PLAIT-MOUTH. : IS F.RItAKir
WHERE WE ALL HAVE BEEN.
O, i know of a land where w all have been.
Yet never may go again.
Though we're women as brave as ever wr
x Or the biggest and strongest of men.
In this wonderful land of which I Bine
We never knew toll or care.
Tor sotno one stood ready to fetch and bring.
And we were the rulers there.
Though we wore no crowns of sold or flowers.
We were kings and queens by right.
And the homage of love was always ours
From our subjects day and night.
Our royal robes were woven with car.
Our beds were silken and soft.
We lived in ease and luxury there.
And we rode In our carriages oft.
Whatever we did. the livelong day.
We were watched by admiring eye;
And. whatever we said, or didn't say.
We were thought to be wondrous wis.
And no matter how peevish or cross we grew,
Or what tyrants we became.
There was oe. at least, who loved us so true
That she worshiped us just the same.
And If we were 111. or beset by fears.
She would tend ns with gentlest hand.
And soothe us by crooning sweet sons la our
For we lived In Baby land.
O God. forgive us our tyranny there.
And reward, where'er they may be.
The patient and loving souls whose care
Was ours in our infancy.
Ju-lia Anna Wolcott, In Farm. Field and
AX ACROBATIC STEAMER.
An Old Sailor's Story of a Ee
"Yes, there he is," said Henry.
The boys had gone down, to the pier
to look for the Old Sailor. It was
(Saturday, and as there was no school
they were in hopes that their old
friend would tell them a yarn. He
'was sitting' in his favorite place at the
end of the pier, gazing out on the
ocean. The boys followed the direc
tion of his graze, and saw a two-masted
schooner-rigged steamer, deeply laden,
plowing her way southward at a slow
pace, with an acre of foam rising al
most to her hawse-pipes. She rolled
fclowly and heavily as she went, and
poured an oily column of black smoke
from her siDgle fat funnel.
"An' wot kind o' a wessel do ye
think that are?' asked the Old Sailor,
without looking; around.
"A steamer, of course." said Henry.
"An werry pood, too, so fur as it
oes," responded the Old Sailor, in
dulging in one of his silent laughs.
"But wot kind o' a steamer?"
"Looks like a tramp," answered
That's werry pood, indeed," said
the Old Sailor. "A tramp she are and
a tramp she'll be. An' she are werry
much like another tramp I once
knowed, only she are summat shorter
an' consid'able more by the head,
w'ich the same tramps often is."
''Will you tell us about the tramp
you koew?" asked Henry.
"That are the werry identical thing;
I'll' a-standin' by fur to do," said the
Old Si-ilor. He took another careful
look t the steamer and then broke
oct thus: "W'ich the same ye may call
m a marine ef it waren't in the year
afore 1 quit the sea an' came here to
epnd ;ke rest o' my nateral-born days
a-Lellin' you boys about it. I shipped
as second mate onto the tramp steam
er Iron Mary, with a caro o' tin cans,
goatskias an' rattlesnakes' teeth fur
"Why, what are rattlesnakes' testh
pood for?"' asked George. ,
"The ratyves o' that island," an
swered tLe Old Sailor, "wear them an
tin cans fur ornaments an goatskins
fur clothes, an' we was to exchange
our cargo fur White's Island oats, w'ich
the same will make a slow hoss fast,
only they is werry hard to get, 'cos
w'y, the natyves wen't trade 'em 'cept
ln' in leap-year, it bein' their belief
that oats growed in them years ain't
Sfood. We got under way from Noo
"York on a werry fine mornin' in Feb
ruary, an passin the Scotland light
ship at four bells in the forenoon
watch, laid our course south by east.
The Iron Mary were not a werry fast
ship, but she were a werry pertiklerly
fine-built wessel. She war built in
nine water-tight compartments, wifh
blidin bulkhead doors, so that if she
got into a collidgion you could shet up
the compartment wot were busted an'
keep the water from goin' into any
other part. Leastways, that's wot ye
could do if the doors worked all right,
w'ich the same they ginerally don't.
An' that were the cause o' this 'ere
yarn wot I'm a-tellin' ye.
"We had good weather fur several
davs, an' got about fifteen hundred
mile on our course. Then the byrome-
ter beginned fur to go down slow and
stiddv. It kep' a-goin down fur nigh
onto two davs, an' still the weather
were clear an' comf 'table. But our ol d
man, Cap'n Waterbury Uoggs, sez he to
me. sez he: 'Ye know wot the poet sez,
don't 3'e?' An' 1 allowed I didn't know
no poets. An sez he to me, sez he:
The poet sez: "Loug foretold, long
last: short notice, soon past." An'
sez I to him. sez I: 'The poet wot said
that were a seafarin' pusson,' jess like
that, 6ez I to him, sez I, itini bem' the
cap'n o' the ship, an' me the second
mate. 1 hadn' much niore'n got the
words out o' my mouth w'en it be
ginned fur to cloud up. aa' a awful
swell rolled up out o' the southeast.
The Iron Mary she rolled so that ye
couldn't keep your feet, an the skip
per he changed her course so's she'd
Lead into it. At three bells in the
evenin' it beginned f ur to blow, an' by
midnight it were a howlin'gale. Afore
mornin' it got up to a hurricane, an
the steamer were a-shippin' water till
I thort her decks 'd be clean stove in
The cap'n he ordered us to put ile ii
the drain pipes, an so we soon stopped
the breakin" o' the seas, aa rods
ofter substance. A blast was put ia
the bottom of the ho! artf f rati frntit
tfee bottom. The explosion t irew f-
better, only the pitchin' were some
thin' simply ridikalous.
"We lay to with the ingin' jess a
turnin over all that day, an' as it
didn't let up a single bit we made
ready fur another rough night. To
ward sundown, to make things wuss,
a mtasly"drivin mit set in, an' you
couldn't see the end o' your own nose,
no matter how cross-eyed ye looked.
The mist lasted all night, an' were
there w'en I turned out to take the
foorenoon watch the next day. I
hadn't much mcre'n got on deck w'en
I were shook up by a loud shot from
forrard. I jumped out on the fo'k'sle
deck, an' one o' the hands yelled: A
water-logged wreck! Driften right
onto us!' It were a capsized schooner,
an' afore it were possible fur us to do
anything' at all it came tumblin down
the side o" a roarin' mountain o' water
jess as we plunged down off another.
Crash! Our forefoot came down on
top o the wreck. I heerd a great
scrapin' an' bangin as the schooner
drifted out from under us, an' the next
second some men came tumblin' up the
fore-hatch, cryin": 'The water! It's a
comin in by the ton" 'Close the bulk
head doors in the forrard bulkhead!' I
yelled. The hands jumped below, an' in
a. ininnit comes back an sez: 'They're
fouled, an' won't shet." 'Close 'em in
the second bulkhead!' I hollered. 'It's
done!' they sez. By this time the cap'n
were on deck, an ordered all the boats
cleared ready fur lowerin.' '.No boat
11 live in that sea, sir!' 6ez Isaac
Hooper, the fust mate. 'No more it
will,' sez the cap'n. 'So we must try
to keep the steamer afloat till the gale
moderates. I'll go b'low myself an'
see how things is a-goin.' The cap'n
went b'low, an the rest o' us stood an
looked at each other. All on a suddent
Isaac Hooper, the fust mate, he looks
werry piculiar at me, an' sez he to me,
" 'It are my opinion that this 'ere
wessel are a-settlin' by the head.
" 'W'ich the tame, sez I to him, sez
I, 'is also the opinion o' yourn truly.'
"The next minnit the cap'n comes
a-runnin on deck, an' sez he to me,
" We're a-goner. The water are ten
foot deep in the forrard compartment,
and she are almost the same in the sec
ond. She'll go down head fust in about
" '1 don't b'lieve she'll sink at all,'
sez Isaac Hooper to him, sez he.
" "Wot fur won't she?' sez the cap'n.
"'"Cos them two compartments
won't hold 'nuff water fur to drag her
" 'But they'll hold 'nuff to pull her
head under, an' then these here seas
a-breakin onto her '11 send her down,'
sez I to him, sez I.
"Ilowsuinever, 'tain't no use o' tell-
in ve wot we all said, "cos w'y, none on
us didn't know nothin' about wot were
a -goin" fur to happen. An' how could
we, seem' that nothin' o' the sort ever
happened afore, an' ain't werry ex-
ceedin' likely fur to happen ag in."
"What did happen?' asked Henry,
"Jess you hold your breath," said
the Old Sailor, "an' I'll tell you. The
steamer's head kep' a setttin' an' a
settlin' till all on a suddent her starn
riz out o' water, an' the screw whizzed
around in the air like a buzz-saw. The
deck were now a-slantin' from starn to
stem so that ye couldn't stand up onto
it, an' all hands w-as a-hangin' onto
the riggin' or life-lines, and putty nigh
skeert to death. Now the ingineer an'
all his hands came on deck.
" 'Cap'n. sez the ingineer, 'the screw
are up in the air, an' we can't stand up
b'low, an' we ain't no more pertik'ler
good nohow, so, ef you please, we'd
like a chance fur our lives. '
" "Help yourselves, sez the cap'n,
"The ingineer he looks around, an'
he sees right away that he couldn't 'a'
lowered a boat nowhow. 'cos w'y, the
way we was a-ridin" they was all
jammed ag'in the forrard davies. All
the time the ship's head were a-settlin
more an more, an the slant o the
deck were a-gettin' steeper an steeper.
The steamer she swung round so that
her starn were a-facin the seas, an
that settled it."
The old sailor paused for a moment,
and while the boys were regarding him
with breathless interest, he indulged
in a silent laugh, after which he con
"Blow me fur pickles ef 'tain't puf
fickly silly w'en I comes fur to think
"What?" cried both boys.
"W'y, a tremenjous sea rolled up un
der her starn, heavin' it so high into
the air that the Iron Mary jess stood
on her head. An' there she stopped.
We all looked at each other, but no
one opened a mouth till the cap'n said:
" 'Waal, we can't hang on here in
this fashion, so let's all go b'low an
consider wot are to be did.'
"So we climbed up to the cabin corn-
pan ion way an fell down into the
cabin, where we fetched up on the for
rard bulkhead among a permiskyous
pile o' furniture an things. The cap'n
he looks into his state-room, an' sez he.
" 'I got to l'arn to sleep standin' up
" 'Waal.' sez Bill Martin, an able
seaman, 'I got to l'arn to sleep under
water ef I go to my bunk to-night.'
"The cap'n he laffed, an' sez he to
me: 'I'm a-thinkin' this 'ere gale 11
break afore to-morrer, an' then we got
to see wot kin be did.'
"Ve kin git some o' them boats
away in quiet weather," sez Isaac
" 'I think we kin do better nor that,'
sez the cap'n; 'ef we kin find some
way to stop up the hole in the bow.'
" 'I think it kin be managed,' sez
to him, sez I. 'There are a diver's out
fit aboard, an' as I've had some ex
perience in that kind o work, sup
pose I go dotvn an' take a look at the
" 'Bnllv!' sez the cap'n.
"You'll have to go down on the out-
side, sez Isaac Hooper, "cos w'y. ef ye
go uu n to open tut uours 10 let you
down inside the water '11 come through
an the ship '11 sink.
'bo it were decided that aa aoon as
to the dignity of a real court.v
0 - . .
the weather got still I should make
the trip. It beginned ftr to moderate
that night, an' the nex' day the ingin
eer went to work to rig the air-pump
to keep me in breath. Waal.it were
6imply dreadful a-tryin to do any
thing aboard a ship wot were Etandin'
on her head, an' dancin' slowly up an"
down over the swells. But arter a
good deal o' hard work an' a awful
sight o' talk, the ingineer got the
pump set up on a bulkhead. Mean
time the crew lowered Bill Martin
and me into the after hold w'ere the
divin' rig were. Waal, you never see
such a tangle o' things in the whole
course o' your life. There were tin
cans, rattlesnakes teeth, goatskins,
ropes, old iron, boxes, bags, blocks,
an' all sorts o" riffraff piled up, in the
worst kind o' confusion wot ever was
knowed since the destruction o Sodom
"Ilowsumever, Bill an me managed
to find the divin' rig. an' to git back
into the cabin with it. The followin'
day the sea were quite calm, an' the
long easy swells didn't interfere none
with our plans. The pumps were
started, an' I climbed out o' the main
hatch, w'ich were just o' water, an'.
6het up in the divin' suit, I felt my way
forrard or rather downward to the
ship's bow. I climbed over, an worked
my wa.y around underneath till I got
to the hole. It were about five feet in
diameter an' putty near round. I shook
my head, an' pulled the string fur 'em
to take me back. W'eu 1 got into the
ship ag'in I sez to the captain, sez I:
I don't b'lieve we km do much with,
that hole. But he sez to me, sez he:
'W'y, it ain't no crater o' Mount Ve-
soovu-3. wot blows thinjrs out as fast as
ye put "em in, is it? Now, you jess go
down ag'in an pass er line under the
ship. We kin haul a big mainsail un-
ler an' plug up the hole with that.
"Waal, I didn't think the skipper's
scheme wud work, but my business
were to do wot he sez. So I tuk the
line an' do.vn I went ag'in. Wotever
induced me fur to look around while I
were under the ship's bow I don't
know, but I did, an' 1 were not pertik
lerly pleased w'en I sees a shark a-ris-ing.
He were a-comin' straight at me
from b'low, an' I tell ye I 3-anked that
string so quick an' hard it were
a-wonder I didn't bust it. I were right
in front o' the hole at the time, an' the
shark cornin' up headon like a gray
streak o' lightnin. Jess in time the
hoistin rope pulled taut, I swung my
self awav from the hole, an as I went
up the ship's side, wot d'ye think I
"What?" cried the bovs.
"The bloomin' shark went head fust
into the hole, an" there he stuck. He
lashed his tail about an' struggled,
but it didn't do no good, "cos w'y, them
bent-in plates had 'im by the neck an'
he were caught. I reported this ere
remarkable condition o' things to the
skipper, aa" sez he to we all:
' 'Bv the great horn spoon, boys.
our leak are stopped fur us by old Nep
"Howsomever, he sent me down
. 1 -i 1
once more to see ei ine snars were
still fast, an' if he quite filled up the
hole. I found that he did, an' I re
ported so to Cap'n Waterbury Boggs.
So he gives orders right away to rig
the after steam pumps, an' screw on a
line o' hose to the pipe wot runned
through the bulkhead from the second
compartment to the third. It were a
good six hours afore this work was
done, 'cos wv, evcrvtliin' had to be did
at right angles to its proper position.
Ilowsumever, it did get finished, an'
then it were night an' we had to 6top.
We turned oat 'arly in the mornin' an'
started up the pumps. The water
came through the hose in great style,
an we got jolly a-squirtin" it out o' the
"Waal, of course we was all so
bloomin' stoopid that we forgot to pre
pare fur wot w:ere bound to happen.
W'en the water got low enouga in
them two forrard compartments, bang!
down came the ship's stern into the
water wih a smash, an' she war
a-ridin' on her keel ag'in. An' there
she was with tha stera pumps screwed
up on the side o' one o' the compart
ments, an' the donkey engine, too, so
that the live coals come a-tumblin' out
an' putty near sot the ship afire, not to
speak o' us all beiu' throwed heels over
head w"en the starn stopped. Ilow
sumever, we wasn't badly hurt, an' we
got them live coals out putty quick.
But we had a sweet job gettin' that
donkey engine down from w'ere it
were hung up like a picter on the wall.
An' then it took us nigh onto five days
to get the cargo to rights a'gin. Ilow
sumever, we done it, an' then the
cap'n headed the ship fur Iiio, w'ich
were the nearest port, fur repairs."
"And what became of the shark?"
"Oh, he Etaid right there in the hole
tell he were pulled out by a powerful
tackle in Rio harbor. An' then he
kind o' lay around like dead fur a
couple o' hours, arter w'ich he shook
hisself an swam around the sh;p fur a
week, till Isaac Hooper, w'ich the
same he were fond o' his joke, sez he
to me, sez he: 'I b'lieve that there
shark are a-waitin' fur to put in his bill
fur salwage.' sez he to me, joss like that,
him bein' fust mate an' me second."
And the Old Sailor indulged in an
other of his quaint silent laughs. W.
J. Henderson, in Harper's Young
"I say," aid the tramp to the scare
crow, "let swap clothes."
"Not I, said the scarecrow. "Fact
is. it woui J never do."
"Why r.ot?" said the tramp.
"Well, the crows, seeing me, are
scared. They think" I'll run after 'em.
But if they thought I was like you
they'd know I'd rather fall a-sleep. I
tell you. old man, crows know a thing
or two. They judge by appearances.
Harper's Young People.
Oldun "As poor as you are and
going to marry? Yungun "That's
what." Oldun "Has your wife any
thing?" Tiungun "No; but she wil3
have," Oldun "What?" Yungun
moned. an J it is feared that the boy'
injuries will result seriously.
PERSONAL AND UTERARY.
Beatrice Harradan's sudden popu
larity has been used by a publisher ol
paper-bound books to play a petty
triuk upon his public A story of hers
gives title to a little volume recerjtly
issued, and the book is bought by most
persons with the notion that she is the
author of its whole contents, but it
turns out that only the first story is
hers, while the others are by less "em
A lecture on agriculture by a na
tive is quite unexpected indication of
awakening from India's lethargy. Yet
Calcutta papers report a lecture by
Baboo Bepin Behary Ghose, B. A., on
"How to start life as an agriculturist,"
the meeting being presided over by a
native, who, at the close of the lecture,
proposed a vote of thanks, which was
Dr. J. A. Gilbert, of the Yale psy
chological laboratory, has just com
pleted some tests regarding the men
tal and physical developments of the
pupils of the New Haven public schools,
showing that boys are more sensitive
to weight discrimination, that girls
can tell the difference in color shades
better than boys, and that boys think
quicker than the othemsex.
To preserve more completely his in
cognito Napoleon often went so far as
to have a double. This double was
Isabey, the miniaturist, a perfect mimic,
who imitated so well the walk and gen
eral carriage of the emperor that those
most familiar with him were deceived.
There was one point, however, in which
he failed. His hands were nearly twice
as big as Napoleons. That the emperor
provided for by wearing several pairs
of gloves, one over the other.
Miss Irwin, the newly-appointed
dean of Iiadcliffe college, is a great
granddaughter of Benjamin Franklin.
She spent much of her early life in
Washington, and studied principally at
home. It is said that one reason for
her appointment to the deanshipis that
fche is not a graduate of any woman's
college. Miss Irwin expects to spend
the summer abroad, and will not as
sume the duties of her new position
until the beginning of the next aca
demic year. She is about sixty years of
fige. Her father was at one time United
States minister to Denmark. Harper's
Bj.cIi was twice married, and from
first to last had twenty children. He
was domestic in his habits, and, save
under compulsion, rarely left home.
His longest journey was of only a few
miles. He was large of person and fond
of beer, which, however, he used in
moderation. He loved work for its
own sake, and composed incessantly in
almost every style known to the
music;il student. He also copied large
quantities of the music of other com
posers for purposes of study, and en
graved some of his own works on cop
per, lie invented one or two musical
instruments, and was also the inventor
of the present style of fingering, the
thumb, prior to his time, being never
ijsd in executing piano or organ music.
Bach was a very handsome man, and
poessed elegant manners. He dressed
as well as his means permitted, and al
ways wore a huge powdered wig.
She (fiercely) "A man who com
mits bfgamy ought to le hanged. He
"To be sure. Put him out of his
misery." Detroit Tribune.
Guide "Now you will have to be
careful; many a tourist has broken his
neck at this spot." Gent (to his wife)
"Augu.ita, you go first." Spare Mo
ments. Advice on Stocks "What is a good
stock to buy, Charley?' "Trans-Ohio
railroad is tht; best I know anything
about." "Whc re can I get some. Char
ley?" "I can let you have all you want.'
Young Lady (in music store)
"Have you 'A Heart That Beats With
Love?" Clerk (blu.shicgly) "No, miss;
I would consider it highly imprudent
at a salary of twenty-one marks a
week." Wespen, Berlin.
Unpardonable. Ted "Chollie has
discharged his valet." Ned ''What
for?"' Ted "The man took his clothes
to be pressed to the wrong shop, and
the tailor wouldn't give them back
until his bill was paid." Truth.
"Boy, is your father in?"' "I guess
so. Heard ma call somebody a dunce
just now. 'Twant me, coz I want
there. She wouldn't a dared to call
the cook such names; so I guess it
must have been dad." Boston Tran
script. Things One Would Rather Have
Impressed Differently. Angelina (to
her newly-betrothed) "Oh, Edwin,
there's such a good-looking girl just
behind you! Do look!" Edwin "Ah,
I've no eyes for good looks now, dar
Irate Passenger (scrambling into a
Broadway car that did not stop) "Sup
pose I'd slipped and lost a leg, what
then?" Conductor "I guess you
wouldn't have to do any more jumping
then. We always stop for a man with
An English health
received the following
of the residents of his
Sir: I beg to tell you
aged eight months, is
note from one
that my child,
an attack 01 measles as require! by
act of parliament."
"Mistah," said an urchin to the
man who was driving a very oor
horse, ''does you want me to hoi iin?"
"No: this horse won't run away." "I
didn't mean hoi 'im fas", so's he won't
run away. I meant hoi" im up, so's
he won' drap." Washington Star.
- -Kathleen had been put out tc
ei 7icc, and Mrs. Berry liked the rof;y
fac-;of the young Irish girl. One day
Kathleen was sent on in errand tc
own. She was longer than usual, and
Mrs. I Jerry stood on the porch as she
carao through the field. Kathleen was
happy. and Mrs. Berry observed:
"Why, Uathleen. what a rosy, happy
face to-day. You look as if the dew
had kissed you." Kathleen dropped
her eyes and murmured: "Indade,
mum. but that wasn't his naue." Boa
O. Phillipi onthe Missouri Pacific
las returned to headquarters at Orna-
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
Misses Arabella Juliet and Mabel Caroline
Were taken out acme little friends to see:
They were very glad to go, for the afternoot
And they were kindly urged to stay to tea.
They wore their very best all with puffs and
And sashes, one of blue and one of pink.
Their hair was nicely frizzled and their button
boots were new
They roust have looked extremely well, X
Now, such dainty little lassies, you would nat
Wou'.U try to be quite proper and polite
And say: "Good afternoon, raa'am, I hope
you're well to-day."
And: "Good evening, tna'ssa." when they
went homo at night
And when they were at snpscr, of course yotx
They'd bow sad say: "A little. If you
Or: "Xo. I thank you, madam." for everybody
It Is wcU behaved to say Buch things aa
But if you will believe me, they never said a
But sat as If they both were deaf and dumb!
Now tell me. little girls, if you ever, ever heard
Of dolls who acted so away from home!
Sydney Dayre, in Youth's Companion.
a Sly Old Fox Fooled an Entire Pack
A clever old fox lived in the edge of
a wood near a town. And he wouldn't
have been an old fox if he hadn't been
clever, for not far away was the house
of the master of the fox hounds, who
often did his best to catch the sly old
fellow who poached upon his poultry.
Many a narrow escape Reynard re
membered, and he became very bold.
He began to think that no pack of dogs
were sagacious enough to run him
down, aud so he was often careless.
Sometimes ho would even break cover
when he was well hidden, so that he
might have the fun of running away
from the whole pack in full cry. But
one morning he came bo near to beic
RY'Ar.n 8AVK TUF HOUNDS
WELL EM ILE.
caught that he made up his mind never
to take unnecessary risks again.
He had been vlsitiDg a farmyard
that was quite a way from his burrow,
and when he came home again he found
that the burrow had been filled up with
earth. At first Eeynard thought that
it was done by the badger who had
lived in the hole before Eeynard drove
him out; but soon he saw the marks of
a spade, and knew that a man had been
While he was examining the burrow,
suddenly he heard the cry of the
hounds, and he knew that the hunt
was out and was after him. He
dropped the fat hen he was carrying
and trotted away from the dogs, mean
in cr to slip out along a little ravine he
knew of. But no sooner had
reached the edge of the wood than
heard a man shout. Then he knew
would have to run for it.
Away he shot, his long brush sweep
ing the ground. The hounds came
straight after him, and he had to in
crease his speed. But, tired from his
long journey, he found the hounds
gaining upon him and saw that he
would not be able to reach the little
ravine in which he had so often puz
zled the keenest hounds.
Still at full speed he looked right
and left, and saw a thick row of bushes
on one side. Turning sharply he ran
toward them, for he knew there was a
railway cutting behind them, and
hoped to cross it in time to reach the
further bank before the dogs. Once
hidden from the huntsmen he knew of
twenty tricks by which to throw off
the dogs and get away to safe cover.
Unfortunately as he leaped through
the row of bushes his hind legs caught
between two springy shoots that held
him like a trap. Nearer came the dogs;
harder poor Reynard struggled; but
try as he would he could not pull his
legs through between the stems. He
was about to give up the Btrnggle
when he heard the rattlety-bang of a
freight train coming along the track.
This scared the fox more than ever, for
he thought that it might keep him
from crossing the track even if ho
should free himself.
He struggled desperately, and, at
last, by a quick push of his fore legs,
threw his body back from between the
6ticks. He was at liberty but just
then the hounds were upon him!
Eeynard made ones long leap half
way down the bank, and at that mo
ment the train came opposite him so he
couldn't cross the track. But Keynard
then showed what a bright old fox he
was, for, giving another-jump. with the
foremost hounds at his very heels, he
caught the rear end of a platform car
the last car of the moving train.
Then, feeling quits safe, Keynard
turned his head and gave the baffled
hounds a farewell smile.
Keynard, after this close shave, made
up his mind to find a home not quite
so near the fox-hounds. He remained
on the train until he was well out of
reach, and he never went back to his
old quarters. This was unfortunate
for the poor little rabbit whose bur
row Reynard stole when he took a new
The huntsmen often wondered how
the Im. got away, but the dogs never
told. Benjamin Webster, in St. Nicholas.
M. K- 'MHSSBS;
that he would give up his lady love, ,"," VIZ, "T
and Ida to her mother, who firmly an-J" 1; ,t,el5D
was "p,oin? tn bt
RULES FCR CAMPING.
It's Groat Way to f-pend One or Twt
All things considered, there is no
more healthful way of spending a va
cation than camping out. Boys in par
ticular enjoy the freedom of camp life.
Four make a good camping party.
One of the number should be chosen
captain. This is a responsible position,
and the person elected to fill it must
have good common sense and plenty of
tact. If ho possesses knowledge of
camp life all the better. The boys may
act as captain in rotation.
The outfit need not bo expensive.
The writer has camped out when his
entire outfit, strapped on his saddle,
consisted of a rubber and an army
blanket, hatchet, hunting knife, gun,
ammunition, a tin cup and a tightly
corked bottle filled with, matches. Tho
HOW TO WATTLE A CABIK.
more Bimple the outfit the more ingen
uity required in making a comfortable
The first thing to think of is a suit
able shelter. Tents with poles, guy
ropes, pegs and everything necessary
for putting up cost from S6 to S30. For
S9 a "wedge" tent nine feet square and
nine feet high may be bought, and
for S14 a United States army hotjitai
While a tent is always best when ob
tainable, it is not absolutely necessary.
A very comfortable hut may be built
by securely fastening four saplings in
the ground as corner posts, leaving the
stubs of the branches when trimming
down. On these stubs lay cross-pieces
reaching from one corner-post to the
other. Fill in the intervening 6pace
by thatching closely with weU-leaved
Canvas conches which fold into a
very small space cost but $1. Beds,
however, may be made of fine branches
on a framework of 6ticks. The
branches should be covered with a
layer a foot thick of leaves or pin nee
dles, or, better, hemlock boughs. This
kind of bed 6hould always be covered
with a rubber blanket (the rubber side
down) to prevent dampness coming
Portable stoves with a full set of
cooking utensils cost from $6 to $12,
and are convenient. The camp kettle.
twinging from its tripod of poles, was
in use long before portable stoves
were invented, and, if money is an ob
ject, may be clung to still. A good
oven may be built from flat stones.
Build three walls a foot high with
them, and cover the top with a large
stone slab, leaving space at the back
for the smoke to escape. The front
must be kept open to keep up the fire
and to create a draught.
Two skillets (with covers), a good-
sized iron pan and coffee pot can be
A PTOSE FESKPLACE.
taken from home. Take only tin dishes
and tin cups, with iron spoons and
forks. If necessary, dishes can be mado
from bark cups from bark or large
shells, spoons from email shells to
which wooden handles are attached.
and forks from pronged sticks. Sharp
pointed "clip" blade hunting knives
are, next to a good hatchet, the most
useful articles one can take. With &
five-inch blade and leather sheath they
cost sixty cents.
Every one m tne party should be pro
vided with one rubber and two woolen
blankets. Take old clothes and a slouch
hat. Canned food, fresh vegetables
and bread can be got. It is better to
carry condensed milk than to depend
on getting it fresh. And do not, as some
boys did last summer, forget to take
salt and sugar.
Locate the camp on an elevation, 60
that when rain comes the water will
not wash in. If the ground slopes, dig
a trench around the camp on the upper
side to carry ofT the water. Have a
good supply of wood and matches in a
dry place, for nothing is so dismal as a
camp without fire on a rainy day. f
Every boy in camp should know how
to cook simple dishes, and take turns
of a day at a time as chef. This ar
rangement divides the work equally,
and the duties of cook do not become
irksome. N. Y. Kccorder.
An Herculean Frenchman.
From Samson, who slew so many of
his enemies with the jaw bone of an
ass, to the strong man of to-day, who
holds a piano on his back, the world
has known many a giant of strength.
Among these there lived in France at
one time a certain Gen. Favrat, who
was probably the strongest man of his
time. Even in his old age his strength
did not desert him, as illustrated in a
rather amusing story told concerning
him and his family physician. Feeling
ill one day he sent for the doctor. A
the latter was sitting by the bedside
the old warrior began to lament: "Ah,
der doctor, I am not the man I wasf
you can't imagine how weak lam get
ting; look here " and with thesa
words he grasped with Tr-ls right hand
one el the legs of the chair on which
the doctor was sitting, and lifted botb.
the chair and its occupant a couple ot
feet from the ground. "You tea it
takes quite an effort."
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