After Three Hundred Years.
BY HERBERT L. COGGINS.
(Copyright. Dot ttv r»al!y Story I’ub. Co.)
Late in the spring of 1872 the steam
ship Polaris, having fought its way |
through Fury strait, entered the open
waters of Boothia bay. Of all the peo
ple who knew of the voyage, only
through the exciting accounts which i
filled the newspapers of the time, few
indeed can imagine its hardships, the
long dark days when the ice had ren
dered the boat helpless, the dreary yet
scarcely darker nights which sleep
aloue made bearable, and a cold which
human sense could only register as
pain.
At that time I was assistant to Or.
Thayer, the biologist of the expedi
tion. and hail been looking forward to
the cruise as one long tour of pleasur
able excitement.
Pleasurable? I had used that word,
but now. as 1 look back and shudder.
It seems meaningless. Days of excite
ment there were by the score; times
when the awful question of death rose
up before us. Still, they but make a
sombre background for the single hour
which is stamped indelibly upon my
memory.
The Polaris was anchored ir. latitude
69.40.17, longitude 84.60. To the east
was Mellville Peninsular, a typical
portion of Northwestern British Amer
ica, to my mind the most drear) and
desolate bit of land on this whole
round globe.
The snow of the previous year had
worn away, leaving exposed an almost
barren waste. Away from the shore
low moss-covered "tundra,” or frozen
swamps, spread themselves on ai!
sides, while here and there a margin
of stunted tree growth cut a dull line
across the bleak surface. Around and
above all was the funeral gloom of an
Arctic silence.
Out in the bay great ice does wore
moving slowly southward. Against the
darkened sky we could see them in the
distance, huge frozen mountains, ap
proaching steadily and silently like a
fleet of ghostly vessels bound on some
weird mission of destruction.
It was on the 7th of May, a particu
larly large berg drifted so close to the
Polaris that the doctor and I took the
yawl and rowed over to it in the hope
of killing a stranded bear or musk ox.
I shall not speak of our tedious strug
gles along that icy cliff, nor of our
weary wanderings over Its cold moun
tainous surface. Terrible as they were
It is not because of them that the day
is memorable to me.
Unsuccessful in the search and with
only the thought of getting back to
the Polwris in my mind, I was wearily
making my way along the small level
stretch of ice to which our boat was
anchored when my eye caught on
something which caused me to pause.
A few feet ahead of me and buried an
inch or two below the surface was
some dark opaque object.
“Fur!" I exclaimed; "some fossil."
The St. Petersburg mammoth came to
my mind. My shout brought the doc
tor hurrying towards me. He. too.
was taken with the same idea and with
our hatchets wo began the work of ex
cavation.
A minute later the doctor sprang
back, and I heard hi3 hatchet fall
clanging upon the ice.
“Good God,” he cried, “look!"
His last blow had left hut a thin,
transparent lens of ice above the ob
ject of his search. A shiver, as of
some ague, passed through my nerves.
I recognized, not the limb of some long
buried fossil, but, staring up at us with
awful composure, a human face. Had
I been alone I would never have taken
a second look, 'i o the doctor, however,
such sights were less repulsive, and his
Instinct for investigation instantly re
asserted itself.
An hour’s hard work enabled us to
lift the body from its icy tomb. I can
see it now. The massive head and
broad shoulders, the powerful limbs,
and even the stern expression of that
rigid face. In spite of my aversion,
tho physical aspect of the man filled
me with awe. Never has that picture
arisen to my vision—and the mist of
years have come between—without im
pressing me with the belief that it was
"Good God!" h ' cried. "Look!”
no common clay that we touched that
day.
The entire body from shoulders to
feet was enveloped In a g-rsat coat of I
faded brown fur. A hood which, doubt- i
less, had once been attached to the
coat, was pulled over the lnad, ex
posing only the heavily bearded face.
"One of Sir John Franklin's party?”
I queried, as we paused, spent and
breathless, after our exertion.
"Possibly; hut the chances are it’s
some one later. We'll won know, any
way."
The doctor was already breaking the
rotten thongs of the Jacket preparatory
to a search.
A thorough search brought forth
nothing which would toll of the dead, j
although our hopes were greatly raised
by the discovery of a large gold locket
and chain hidden by the overgrowth of
beard. This the doctor removed, but
an examination proved the locket to
bo empty. Then, having done ail that
lay in our power, we replaced the body
in its ancient tomb.
By the time we had reached (he Po
laris the great bleared sun had dipped
below the horizon. As we stepped on
deck, 1 looked back. A soft diffused
light was poured over the ocean, and
here and there brightening up as it
fell upon the ice tloes. The objert of
our visit was now several miles to the
south, but to my imaginative eye it
seemed larger than ever.
“Who could have perished alone and
so far North?"I thought. As I won
dered t'ue idea grew upon me that the
stranger w. s no ordinary person. Sure
ly, no one ever had a grander monu
ment than yon stately pyramid. No
not even those old Egyptian kings. 1
took my last look at the floating sepul
chre as I went below. By the next
morning it had passed forever from
our sight.
• • * » *
All this was a generation ago. The
dear old doctor has passed away, leav
ing only one thing to be regretted—the
unfinished volume of hl3 great work.
That I. his friend and co-worker,
should ftnish It was his last wish.
It was in the preparation of this ta3k
A false lining.
while looking over his notes, that I
ran across a ragged brown leaf, torn
from some old forgotten volume. Curi
ous to know the reason for preserving
such a fragment, I glanced over it.
“At the festival given by the Kast
India company, on board the ship The
Trader's Increase, December 30, 1009,
His Majesty, King James I., presented
Sir Thomas Smythe, Governor of the
Company, with a very faire necklace
of gold bearing a locket wherein was
liis own portrait.”
A description followed, which, as 1
read, sent a hundred echoing visions
through my brain. I had never seen
the necklace, and yet how vividly the
description pictured itself in my mind.
Then suddenly, as the recognizing of
a former friend, I thought of the locket
which we had taken from that corpse
in Boothia bay. For months, ever since
the doetor'3 death, it had been stowed
away in my desk at home.
Probably then the doctor also had
been struck with the description, but
his failing memory had doubtless pre
vented him from associating it with
the lockpt in It is possession. Still it
was only a similarity. The trinket
found in the Arctic America bore no
connection with Sir Thomas Smythe of
three centuries back.
Sir hemas Smythe, Again I am
confronted by that name. Is it not
more than a coincidence? I read on.
It was that rare old volume, "The Dar
ing Navigators of the XVIU Century.”
“When Henry Hudson set forth on
that last fatal quest of the northwest
route to the Indies Sir Thomas Smythe,
then Governor of the Company, did
present to him for a talisman l’or a
safe voyage the golden necklace which
had been given first to Sir Thomas by
His Majesty King James."
I closed the book. Five minutes later
I was once again gazing into the old
locket for a clue which nowhere met
my eyes. In final disgust I dropped the
trinket from by fingers and it struck
the stone tablet of my desk. I heard
a sound as of the action of a stiffened
spring, and beheld a false lining,
which I had taken for the inner case,
gaping open before me. Below this
disk was a miniature in oil. The por
celain was cracked and the colors
faded, but the face was the face of
James 1.
And so. while the genial ghost of old
Henry Hudson bowls ninepins with
his merry trolls far in the depths of
the Catskills, his mortal body, en
tombed in its mighty mausoleum, now
and forever sails the great Northern
ocean, seeking, pevchance, that open
highway to the East.
Then Puri*' Witchery Would TanUh.
Some of our French friends over the !
sea complain that Paris is now the
most expensive city in the world to
live in; that the cost of many things
has risen to exorbitant figures on the
banks of the Seine. But these fault
finders should bear in mind that the
wealthiest people in all countries do
light to visit the gayest and most ar
tistic of capitals in larger numbers
every year, and spend their money in
Paris with more freedom and prodigal
ity every season. That wonderful
City of Pleasure cannot be parsimo
nious or even frugal. She must con
tinue to allure the peoples of the earth
by surpassing her rivals in luxury and
in splendor, if Paris should ever be
come a cheap community her witchery
would soon vanish.—New York Trib
une.
The most trying time in a woman’s
j life Is when she visits her dressmaker.
PASSING OF THE CACTUS.
Irrigation of the Plain* of Arizona
Fatal to tin* t’lant.
The bringing of water to tho arid j
wastes of Arizona and the consequent
evolution from desert to garden is
causing the extinction of one of the
strangest plants in the world, says the
New York Sun. At a recent session of ,
the territorial legislature, the cereus
glganteus. the great cactus, better
known as the saguara, and peculiar to
the soil of this territory, was made
the official flower of Arizona. Not
many yea-s will elapse before a new
choice will be necessary.
When the first Franciscan Fathers
Journeyed north from Mexico into Ari
zona they carried back reports of the
great cactus which covered the plains
of the new country, and t dd about its
food value to the Indians. Now, as
the art of the American has reclaimed,
foot by foot, tht former desert, and
tha magic water has made orange,
peach and apricot orchards and great
Hel ls of alfalfa, the saguara has been
driven out. and only In spots where
water cannot he placed can the odd
plant be found.
On the rocky, gravelly mesas, the
sagtiaraa, the largest of the cactus
family point their candelabrum-like
arms straight toward the sky, not In
frequently attaining a height of sixty
feet. The body of the saguara, some
times two feet in thickness, is com
posed of thin pieces of porous wood,
arranged in the form of a Corinthian
column, covered and held together by
the outside fibre of a pale green.
At some distance from the ground
large branches put out, while the
whole surface is covered with sharp,
prickly thorns. A large, white, some
times purple blossom comes forth
early in the spring and ripens into a
pear-shaped fruit by the last of June.
Tilts fruit, the petahava, tastes like
a mixture of raspberry and tig, and Is
highly prized by both Indians and
Mexicans. Part of the fruit Is eaten
while ripe, and the rest is dried in the
sun or boiled down to a jam.
Until the advent of the missionaries
to the Papago Indian tribe, some twen
ty years ago, the gathering of the sa
guara was the occasion of the greatest
orgy of the year. From the fruit a
highly intoxicating beverage was
made. With this the Indians drank
themselves into a state of frenzied in
toxication. During the feasts a num
ber of the braves were frequently
killed.
The saguara is short-lived, although
tradition has given it an age measured
by centuries, and usually begins to
decay at the base before attaining its
growth. Moisture is fatal to it. and as
soon as it receives a constant supply
of water, decay is rapid.
Crime* Confessed During Steep.
Criminologists say that the greatest
terror that aTliets the criminal is sleep
An untold number of crimes have been
confessed by their perpetrators during
sleep.
Many years ago a common lodging
house was the scene of a sleeping crim
inal’s confession. The room was occu
pied by himself and one other, a young
sailor. While the sailor was lying
awake he suddenly heard a curious and
ghastly laugh issue from his room
companion’s lips. The laugh was fol
lowed by a long and rambling descrip
tion of a murder he had committed,
horrible in its details. The sailor
crept downstairs and informed the
landlord of what had occurred. The
latter at once summoned a policeman,
who recognized the sleeper as the man
“wanted” for the crime in question. At
the trial which followed he was found
guilty and sentenced to death.
In Prussia the husband of a certain
attractive young woman had vanished
in a mysterious manner from his home
nnd all attempts to trace his where
abouts failed completely. Meantime a
neighbor called Schmidt, who had been
devoted to the young wife before her
marriage, reappeared on the scene and
paid her assiduous attentions. So suc
cessfully did he press his suit that
within a year of his rival's disappear
ance the woman consented to marry
him, and they were united at the par
ish church.
On the second night following the
wedding the newly made bride lay
awake, unable to slumber. Presently
there came a gurgling cry from the
sleeping form beside her, and a mo
ment later the man leaped from his
bed and in a loud voice proclaimed
that he had killed the missing husband
and had buried the body in a neighbor
ing wood.
The wife drank in the confession,
and in the morning carried the story
to the police bureau. The place named
by the sleeper was searched and. sure
enough, the body of the vanished man
discovered there.
riiotograpliinK Snow Vcf*ni*i.
Many amateur photographers, it
may be expected, will endeavor to se
cure snow scenes at this season of the
year, and it may save them disappoint
ment and loss of material to know be
fore .hand that their principal source
of failure would be over-exposure.
Snow scenes are more difficult to ren
der than any other branch of the art,
not excepting portraits. In the latter,
underexposure is most common, but
over-exposure is almost always pres
ent in the snow pictures sent to us.
The light that is reflected from the
snow is underestimated, and a stop
half tho size that wrould be used in
ordinary circumstances will be about
right. The point of view should be
chosen so as to bring some dark ob
ject in the foreground, and if the snow
lies smooth it should be broken up by
footprints or mounds before exposing
so as to give some light and shade to
what would otherwise be a flat, unin
teresting nirture.
CITCED EY IISSmCT.
How Cmihl^ni Are Al»l® lo at One# Da- !
tect llutl Money.
| It seems wonderful to the casual ob
' server that cashiers, bank tellers and
others who handle large amounts ol
paper money are able at a glance tc
detect a bad note. Exactly what it
i is that does expose the counterfeit the
best experts find it ‘difficult to tell
They say they know it instinctively.
They judge not only by the looks ol
a note, but by the “feel” of it.
It is obvious that a counterfeit note
must be widely circulated to mako it
profitable. No sooner does a counter
feit appear than Its description is wide
ly published. Those who are likely
to suffer by taking counterfeit notes
make it their business to be on the
lookout for new ones, which are soon
distinguishable by some easily discov
ered mark.
A teller knows of just what denomi
nations are the counterfeits and Just
where to look for the telltale marks,
lie detects the spurious note as easily
as the reader does a misspelled word.
It is no particular effort. It is a
habit.
The principal reason why counter
feits are so easily detected is because,
in some feature, they are almost uni
formly of inferior quality. This is, in
deed, the main protection of the pub
lie. Genuine notes are engraved and
printed almost regardless of cost, and
the very best materials are used in the
engraving and printing. It is done
in large establishments, with costly
materials and by the best workmen.
It is practically impossible for coun
terfeiters to do as well. They must
work in secret and at a disadvantage,
and of necessity cannot have the ex
perience to produce such perfect work.
If they get the engravings done nice
ly, they fail in the printing, or if they
get the engraving and printing done
well, they fail in securing the proper
paper.
Of late years there has been a great
deal of care taken to got paper manu
factured expressly for the notes issued
by the government. The national bank
notes are also issued by the govern
ment, so that tkd sources of supply for
exactly that kind of paper are con
trolled.
There is little protection for .the
poor and ignorant from counterfeit
money. They do not rely so much
upon their own skill as upon keeping
track of the sources from which they
receive money. They know from whom
they receive a bank no’te, and if it
turns out bad they take It, back and
get it redeemed. In some degree this
protection exists among financial in
stitutions, which keep trace of the
sources of their receipts.—St. Louis
Republic.
Human Usings Worth S»SO.
A human being may be bought to
day in the Soudan for $80.
That 13 to say, If you are economical
in bent, you may secure your slaves at
this figure. They will be but fourteen
years old, however, and not very
strong. To get a mature, robust and
experienced slave you will be obliged
to pay considerably more. The maxi
mum price is $500.
And much of this goes on under the
British flag. England has done her
best to put a check to the slave trade.
It is so firmly rooted, however, that
although 225 agents of the British gov
ernment, each equipped with a camel,
are constantly employed in trying to
.stamp out the man trade, it flourishes
in spite of them.
Most of tne twenty-five offenders
convicted during the last twelve
months were sheiks of the Rashidas,
one of the most troublesome aud dread
ed tribes of the Soudan. The activity
against them, however, has driven
most of them east into Italian terri
tory.
The slave trade at Jeddah has been
the most serious. The principal traffic
is from Massaua and the coast to the
northward in Italian territory, Abys
sinia, Hodeiaa and Yemen. Yemen is
noted for the export of the slaves who
are procured from Abyssinia.
At Jeddah there are twelve wealthy
slave merchants whose names and de
pots are well known.
The prices of slaves areff: Male or
female, 14 years old, about ISO; 14 to
20 years. $100 to $125; 20 to 30 years.
|150 each.
In Medina and Mecca tne prices of
both sexes rise 50 per cent and upward,
while some readily command from $400
to $500 each.
DlAcovem Famous Secret.
Herr Basse, a chemist of Hamburg,
says ho has discovered the secret of
making two famous liqueurs,charlreuse
and benedictine. Until the time of
this discovery the secrets were solely
in possession of the French monks who
made these liqueurs. Herr Basse makes
tho claim that he can produce the real
article at one-quarter the price now
demanded for that which comes from
France. Connoisseurs will have an
opportunity shortly to decide as to the
value of Herr Busse's discovery and
the merit of his product, for it is to
be put on the market. The liqueurs will
not be sold in liquid form in bottles,
but a small box of powdered herbs
will be handed to the purchaser, who
will have to do the distilling himself.
The liqueurs made by the French monks
are so strictly protected by law that it
is impossible to sell any spirits of other
manufacture under the designations
used by them. It is for this reason
that the herbs will be sold, and that
the buyer will have to drink "home
made” chartreuse or benedictine.
A French farmer hns made experi
ments which show that caterpillars
avoid black objects, but are attracted
in numbers by white.
B«Lg Punching
4rt..e
Indoor Exercise
for Women In
Cold Weather. "■«
Tennis and rowing are over till next
year, and golf will be all but impossi
ble In a few weeks, so now the athletic
instructors are advocating bag punch
es the ideal indoor exercise for women,
particularly for women who have to
solve the ever-present probliein of how
to grow’ thin. A well-known writer on
athletics Insists that by punching a hag
for ten minutes a day for a week a
woman car. do more to reduce her
weight and preserve a good figure than
by observing a rigid diet for six
months. Bag punching develops the
chest, neck and shoulders and reduces
the waist. It exercises every muscle,
gives thin women curves and makes
stout women thin. If a woman has a
poor complexion the exercise will give
her the tints of peaches and cream,
if anything will. The object of nil ex
ercise is to make the blood circulate
rapidly and well, and bag punching
does that to perfection. Unlike fen
cing, bag punching requires no instruc
tor, yet Us advocates say it will make
a woman just as graceful and as light
on her feet as the other exercise. She
will learn to poise and balance herself
and this will give her a springy step
and an easy graceful carriage. Unlike
fencing, too. no antagonist is required.
That is another strong point in favor
of bag punching, hast of all the outfit
is inexpensive. Ten dollars will buy a
tirst-class light punching hag with
framework support; a fairly good one
may be had for even less. The only
other thing necessary is a pair of light
weight boxing gloves which may be
bought for a dollar. The exercise can
be taken in any costume Just as well
as in the most up-to-date gymnasium
garments. And a woman will derive
almost as much benefit from awkward
bag punching if she keeps at it. as she
will from the real scientific kind. These
are rules of the punching contest as
laid down by an authority:
Suspend the bag on a level with the
shoulders and strike straight out from
the shoulder. This stroke brings into
play a greater number of muscles than
any other, tends to expand the chest
and gives a good poise to the neck.
Always hit the bag, if possible, a trifle
above the center and this will prevent
a rebound and a bruised nose. This
will bo beat understood with practice.
Ton minutes a day is long enough for
the average woman, but twenty min
utes will he better if she wants to re
duce weight rapidly. Punch the bag
twenty-live times with the right arm
swing, rest a moment and then try
twenty-five strokes with the left hand.
Strike with I lie greatest regularity pos
sible. Then alternate one punch with
thn rignt and another with the left.
But keep at it. Don’t exercise an hour
one day and then forget all about it
for a week. There are fancy strokes,
and these may be learned in time, as,
for instance, punching the bag with the
right elbow, alternating with punches
from the left fist, and vice versa. An
other, a little more difficult. Is the el
bow punch with alternating upper arm
and under arm thrusts with the fists.
Still other combinations will suggest
themselves. Gradually the punches
can be made faster and faster till the
bag will beat a regular tattoo on the
top of the framework overhead. Prac
tice only makes perfect in bag punch
ing and a practiced puncher enjoys the
exercise thoroughly. It is very differ
ent from handling dumbbells, which,
to most folks, is a stupid business at
best. Bug punching is exhilarating. It
is almost like having an antagonist
keeping the puncher constantly on the
alert.—Now lork Sun.
Arrests for drunkenness in 129 cities
of the United States are said to aggre
gate 312.000 during the last fiscal
year.
Ulork of
€agle Ranters
Financia.1 Results
Good, but Risk
Terrific.
Everybody knows what a dangerous
occupation the chamois hunters of the
Alps have to endure to make a liveli
hood, but few know that these “chas
seurs de chamois” have a side line that
is still more venturesome.
It is that of capturing young eagles.
Only the more daring of tne chamois
hunters undertake it, despite the fact
that the financial rewards are much
greater than conies to those who de
vote themselves entirely to shooting
the nimble-footed animals whose soft
skin is always in stirh demand.
The eagle of the Alps is a royal bird
who builds his nest far above the rest
of I he earth's inhabitants. The most
inaccessible cliffs, guarding deep lying
gorges and crowned with snow-capped
peaks, is his favorite spot for home
rnalung, and it is to these places that
the eagle hunter has to go.
The method of the hunt, is not only
dangerous, but it is excessively tedious
as well. It necessitates, sometimes, the
searchers hanging in midair for hours
at a time. The circling of the eagles Is
carefully watched and the cleft noted
on which the nest is probably located.
This can only her determined after long
and careful study of the birds’ habits.
The center of the diameter of their cir
cular flight is sure to be near the nest
and the young eagles.
The next thing is to get to the top of
the clift and rig up a double set of pul
leys. The hauling pulley is fastened
on a sturdy standing tree firmly rooted
in the intricacies of the mountain top.
A cable is veered through this and then
through a drop pulley fastened to some
stout fallen tree trunk, braced to reach
over the brink so that the line will fall
clear of the rocks.
A complicated knot, known as a
boatsman's seat, in which a man can
rest at comparative ease, is formed in
this line. Into this the eaglet hunter
slips his legs and is lowered away over
the precipice. With a man above at
the pulley to lower and one below at
the guide rope to pull in or out, the
eagle hunter can get at the crevices in
the rock and search carefully fcr the
nests.
Snow-shrouded peaks and glaciers
are his neighbors. A weak strand in
the rope means certain death.
But death also threatens him in
other ways. It may come from a mo
ment's giddiness on his part; from a
foot slip by the man above who held
the pulley rope or from had judgment
by the man who held the guiding ropo
below, who might swing him so forci
bly into the cleft that he would be
dashed to pieces.
After the nest is found and the
eaglets secured there are the old eagles
to be reckoned with. They do not take
kindly to having their young kidnaped
and if they are in the immediate neigh
borhood there is sure to be a lively
half hour for the eaglet hunter up in
the clouds.
Sometimes a hunter is lowered to the
foot, of the cliff without seeing a nest.
Then comes the tedious and laborious
process of hauling him up again. This
frequently takes an hour.
If a single nest is found in a week’3
hunt the hunters feel amply repaid.
Interesting Finds
in an Old House
While tearing down one of the old
est houses in Taeony, Pa., one of the
laborers, while displacing a rafter, dis
covered a curious-shaped animal close
ly resembling a lizard, ensconced in a
niche in the timber. As soon as the
air struck it the creature, which was
about nine inches long and very flat,
tried to escape. But the workman was
too quick for it, and soon made it a
prisoner.
The most curious feature of all i3
that where tiie animal was found there
was absolutely no moisture. It looked
to l>e quite old, and had apparently
subsisted on what sustenance it could
extract from the old timber and ver
min which came its way, the house
having been untcnanted for some time.
One day, while tearing down one of
the sides of the house, a large silver
coin was found. On examination It
proved to be an old Spanish coin of
1740, as near as could be judged by the
date, which was indistinct. Further
search was rewarded by the finding of
other coins which in each case were
found to have been imbedded behind
the plaster. All the coins, which are
of silver, nearly the size of a silver
dollar, were apparently of about the
same date. Not until every stick and
sliver hail been thoroughly gone over,
however, were the men satisfied that
ail the treasure had been secured.
Good resolutions don't cost anything,
but they are hard to keep.
Presidents on Postage Stamps.
If President McKinley’s portrait is
put on one of tlie postage stamps of the
country, as dispatches from Washing
ton have said is likely to be done in
case the postottice department brings
out a new issue, his portrait will be the
ninth of a president to be used in that
way, says the New York Sun. Ever
since Uncle Sam's postorflce began
making stamps in 1847 or thereabouts,
‘he face of Washington has appeared
an one of the stamps In every regular
'ssue, and with a single exception on a
itamp of low value and general use.
Benjamin Franklin's face has always
adorned postage stamps of low' value,
and has thus become familiar to peo
ple who send or receive letters ever
since 1847. Presidents other than
Washington whose faces have appeared
on the stamps are Jefferson, Jackson.
Lincoln, Garfield, Grant, Madison and
Taylor. Of the stamps of higher values
the 8-cent stamp now bears Sherman’s
picture, the 10-cent Webster’s, the 15
cent Clay’s, the 30-cent Jefferson’s, the
50-cent Jefferson’s, the dollar stamp
Perry’s, the two-dollar Madison’s, and
the five-dollar Marshall’s,
