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About The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936 | View Entire Issue (April 6, 1894)
% SWINGING TO DREAMLAND. 8viag, baby, swing to dreamland! There, sweet. In slumber go. M7 song will blend In seem’nnd With songs the angels know. Thy hammock will be golden And like the crescent rnooo. And in its hollow holden Thou wilt be sailing soon. Go swinging, swaying, swinging. High up among the stars. At mother’s wish upspringlng Shall sleep let down the bars. Although thy hammock golden ♦ Is like the crescent m ion. Thou wilt In my arm i holden Wake bright and laughing soon. —William S. Lord. WHITE MAN’S WINGS. Laban Whitaker was a boy of nearly 12 when bis father, Deacon Whitaker, moved up from Salem to the banks of the Merri mac at what is now Concord, N. H. The new country was fertile, and on a broad plain in a bend of the great river a pros perous little hamlet was growing. The home of the Whitakers was oi*; of the 12 garrison houses of I’enacook. Dur ing coloninl times houses iu a new settle ment were built so as to ho easily defended In case of an attack from savages. Strong walls of hewn timber, carried up as high as the roofs, were erected around each house, and at the corners were sentry box es where some one of the family watched when an ludian raid was apprehended. Sometimes a uum her of dwellings were in closed in such n fortification. Laban was the youngest of a family of nine. One of his elder brothers was grown up and married, but the young couple made their home with bis father. In so large a household it usually devolves on one of the younger members to do the chores. This part of the lalior fell gener ally upon Laban. But he vras a stout, sturdy boy, quite willing to perform tho duties that fell to him. These were to go to the mill when ever the family supply of “ryeand In dian” was exhausted, to cut and carry in the firewood, and in summer time to weed the garden and to herd the cows. There were no fenced inclosures for paH turage purposes iu early Penaeook. The cows of the settlers ran at large in the woods and meadows, and the hoys took turns in guarding thorn through the day and driving them up at night. As two boys watched at a time, and as there wore about a dozen lads in the settlement, it consequently became I<aban’s turn once a week to be out with the cows. It was not hard work, and when it was 1 not stormy weather Eaban rather liked it. The danger attending it was just suliicient to give a certain zest to the employment, for it was iu the time of the French and Indian war. Two or three years before this a hand of Indians had lain in ambush I in the forest and shot down seven of the | settlers as they were passing from the town to a garrison a few miles distant. Since then, although other settlements had felt the scourge, Penaeook had not I teen mo lested. Still the settlers were not uncon scious of the danger that any day might sweep down upon them. Sentries stood on guard day and night. Every pioneer carried his musket to his work iu the fields, and on Sunday the con gregation went armed to a man to the lit tle log meeting house. Even the minister kept his firelock by his side in the pulpit • as he read from the word of God. Such was life on the New England frontier 150 ' years ago. One bright June day I<aban and another j boy named Ezra Kimball went out togoth- ■ er to watch the cows. Both boys had their , flintlock muskets, and with them went , Rover, a large brindled mastiff that be- i longed to the Kimball lad. The cows had fed farther than was nsn- | al that day, and when the long afternoon drew to a close the boys were a mile from home. They had no thought of danger, however, as they drove their lowing charge through the bosky glades and along the forest paths toward the little settlement. The soft, balmy air was full of charm. The smoke rising from the chimneys of the cabins down in the valley, where the settlers’ wives were cooking their late sup per, gave a pleasant touch to tho land scape. A great hash had suddenly come over the forest. Not a bird’s note was to be heard. The stillness, like that of a Sab bath, struck the hoys’ attention, and they looked at each other with a sudden fear blanching their tanned faces. Rover’s sharp bark in front reassured them, how ever, and they hurried on through the glimmering twilight. Before them was a little dell, through which a brook meandered with low, mu sical gurgles. Alders lined the vnlley. and the trunk of a fallen tree of huge dimen sions lay beside the narrow path. “Indians, Indiausl’’ rose from the white lips of Ezra Kimball as he sprang back ward. He had caught the glimpse of red legs behind the alder bushes. Instantly a dozen savages rose up from their biding place behind the fallen tree trunk and the copse of alders. Before La ban could spring out of the way or in any way shrink from the encounter he was seized. A stalwart brave leaped after Ezra, who had taken to his heels through the brush wood. The pioneer boy heard his red foe just behind him. How should he escape his clutches? He had but a moment to think, but it was long enough to save him. ' He allowed himself to fall suddenly an inert body across the wild wood path. It was done so quickly tliattbe Indian could not turn or evade the stumbling I.lock in his way. He pitched headlong over it and fell prostrate upon the eartii. With a sharp, tierce yelp Rover rushed upon the fallen savage, throttling and tearing him in a terrible manner. In the excitement Ezra sprang to his feet and dashed off. “Run to the fort and arouse tho set tlers!” shouted Laban after him. But Ezra did not need the incentive. A few shots were fired after him, but he es caped without a scratch to alarm the set tlement. Not so fortunate was Laban. He was led away through the wilderness. His captors traveled all that night, never halt ing till they were miles from the little set tlement on the Merrimac. The band of warriors had been detached from a larger war party, and in the morn ing the two bands united, halted where two streams met and cooked a hasty break fast. They then continued their march, arriving at the end of a week’s time at an Indian village on the northern extremity of I>ake Champlain. There, after a time, the yonng captive was formally adopted into the Indian tribe, an old chief taking him into his own wigwam as a son. Those were dark days for Laban Whita ker, but he manfnlly repressed his grief and appeared content. Little prospect was there of his ever being able to return to his home. Many a time he awoke from his sl?ep with a shudder the thought of the life before him. Ha resolved to seize the first opportunity to escape. But, oh, the hopeless waiting! Taught cunning by the crafty savages, bo made the best of his situation. He went hunting and fishing with the Indian lads anil rapidly became a favorite in the village. The red squaws plaited rich mats for his wigwam and made handsomo leg gings and moccasins for their young pale face brother. The months sped by, summer and nu tjuiu passed, anil tiiecohl northern winter set in. One December day when the ground was frozen hard and the lake was one sheet of glittering icon baud of warriors return ed from a foray they had made among the white settlements to the southward. There was great rejoicing in the village over the Bcalps and the plunder. It made tho white boy’s heart throb as he recognized among the spoil familiar nrtieUsof household use —shears, knives, a housewife and a pair of candlesticks such as he had often soon in his home at distant Penacook. But what gave l»iei the greatest start was that he saw dangling from one huge redskin’s belt a string of shining steel skates. Evidently none of the Indians had ever seen any of these articles before. They crowded around the lucky warrior whose prize they were and exumined them with the greatest curiosity. What were they? What was their U3e? The warrior could not tell. “Does the young paleface know?” ques tioned the braves us they gathered about the young captive. Laban tnucued the skates reverently and answered that, he knew their use very well. “Speak, my sou!" Cried the old chief who had adopted him. “Tell my nation what are these pieces of smooth steel fas tened together with straps of leather.” “They are wings with which to ily,” said the hoy, with a solemn air. “The Great Spirit has sent them as gifts to the red men.” The Indians shake their heads and look doubtfully at one another. They can hardly understand it. It is a wonderful thing. “How can one fly with these things?” asked the old chief incredulously. “Come with mo to the iako, and I will show your braves how to use the myste rious wings,” returned the lad, with great er interest than ho really cared to show. In his excitement he trembled. The hand in which he held the mysterious wings shook. The idea was received favorably. The whole village ruslied down to the shore where the lake lay skretuiiing its gleaming length miles and miles away to the south ward. When the ice was reached, Laban fitted a pair of skates upon the feet of fonr of the young braves. The sharpest, strong est pair he bound upon lilsown feet. Then, seizing a musket from the hands of a war rior standing near, he bade the braves stand upon their feet and follow him. They endeavored to do as he directed, but only stumbled over each other, making the greatest con fusion possible. The crowd of warriors, women and children regarded the scene with amazement and concern. Scarcely able to control his countenance, Laban berated the crestfallen braves for their carelessness. “You did not do as I told you, he said. I “Now, stand up and watch mo, and you will see better how to do it.” He darted off, swift as a swallow, over the ice thut had not a break or a cranny in it, now skating in a circle, now in a straight line, now retreating, now advanc ing, bis motions watched with the great est interest by tbe savages. He bad tested bis skill and the sureness of his skates. They were buckled secure ly. They were stanch and strong. He was ready for the supreme effort. Dashing up to where the four young In dians were waiting, trembling and expect ant, he shouted: “Now forward, forward, wheretheGreat Spirit calls you! Away, away! Follow me!” Like an arrow shot from a bow the young paleface flew over the gleaming ice. Tbe sharp steels struck fire, so rapidly did they glide along thut smooth, frozen highway. In attempting to follow him the unlucky braves again stumbled and struggled in a ridiculous heap upon tbe slippery floor of the lake. In tbe excitement few noticed the vanishing figure of Laban Whitaker. When it was too late, a few of the savages discharged their muskets after the fugi | tive, but the bullets fell far short of the mark. While they still gazed In amaze ment the lad disappeared behind a point of land, and they never saw him more. “Great Spirit called paleface, not In dians. White man’s wings, not Indian’s,” said the old chief resignedly. Bat the squaws of the village, after the old Indian i fashion, made lamentation as forthe dead. Some six weeks afterward a thin, hag gard boy, dressed in the furs of the Indian and carrying a musket and a pair of skates, staggered out from the forest and I approached the little hamlet on the Merri I mac. Bogs barked at the approach of j the strange visitant, and the settlers gath ered in Rmall gronps, wondering what the Indian lad might want. But as he drew nearer they saw that it was no Indian, but a white boy, and the wonderment was still greater until he cried out, “Don’t you know Laban Whitaker?” That night there was rejoicing in Pena cook. The garrison house of Deacon Whit aker was filled with neighbors, who gath ered to offer their congratulations and lis ten to Laban’s story. Scarcely could they believe the tales that the lad standing among them safe and Round had passed through such peril, but they could not doubt him, for there were the wonderful skates, and there v.as Laban himself. On one of the streets of New Hampshire’s capital city there stands an old style man sion. It is owned and occupied by one of Laban Whitaker’s descendants, and if you were to visit it you would be shown the identical skates with which the young pi ! oneer boy outwitted the Indians.—Fred Myron Colby in Washington News Language Giants. The publication of Lady Richard Bur ton’s “Life” of her husband recalls some interesting facts concerning the linguistic career of that distinguished traveler. Like many other language giants, he owed his love of strange tongues to the cosmopoli tan education which he received. He had his own peculiar way of mastering a lan guage, just the same as he had a pot. theory regarding Latin pronunciation, which, by the way, got him into hot water at Oxford. Much of his Immense stock of knowledge he boiled down into dialectical grammars. During the first seven years , of his residence in India he passed exami nations, it is said, in Hindoostani, Guea rati Persian, Mabaratl, Blndhi, Punjabi, Arabic, Telugu, Pushtu — an Afghan tongue--Turkish and Armenian. | Hans Conon von der Gabelentz was re frated to ba acquainted with nearly 100 anguagae. He compiled grammars of the ' Finnish and Mongolia* tongues.—Jata | guages. BOTH LONELY. When Mrs. Tulltrian issued invitations for her picnic, one fact troubled her. H there was one person whom Miss Kitty Meion disliked particularly, that person was Mr. William Wnddilove. In fact, there was only one thing she hated worse, and that was his dog. On his side, Mr. Vv’uddilove disliked his neighbors us heartily. If there was any thing he hated, it was a piano, ami from morning to night the partition wall shook with incessant practicing. The two cottages commenced secret war fare. Miss Melon shrieked whenever she saw the dog—practiced at midnight be cause she knew Mr.Waddiiove was always aroused by the dulcet strains and passed her neighbor with averted face. Mr. Waddilove smoked when the wiuo set toward Miss Melon’s garden; set his dog into convulsions of barking when ever the lady was seen with a hook in tht arbor and laughed audibly when he wa* contemptuously ignored in the luue outsidt of the garden. No wonder Mrs. Tallman grew nervotif as her picnic guests, among w hom were U. be the “two antipathies,” began to as semble. Foremost .came Mr. Waddilove, with bit dog and a gun. “Might Bee something I'd like to hit you know,” ho said. Mrs. Tullmun smiled faintly. “Only don’t let it be one of my guests,’ she said. Other guests arriving opportunely, how ever, the lady forget her fears in hospit able welcomes, and soon all were assem bled save Miss Melon. At the last moment some one in white, with u round hat., and cherry ribbons, and a roll of music, appeared on the scene. It was Miss Melon. Mr. Smith offered his arm, and tht party sot off—Mr. Waddilove in front,! Miss Melon the very last of the procession each unconscious of the other’s presence. The spot was reached—-a nice damp hoi low full of trees. Then, and not until then, Beppo discovered Miss Melon. He made for the spot where she sat at once, and being an intelligent dog, who re membered lessons, begau to bark in the most astounding manner, making short leaps and tumbles all the while. Miss Melou began to scream. “Oh! oh! It’s that Mr. Waddilove’* brute. How did he come here? Oh, mercy \ there’s the wretch himself. Call off youi dog, sir.” “Never bites,’’said Mr. Waddilove. “Woally,” said Air. Smith—“weally, I must protest. The lady is alarmed, sir.” “Beppo, old fellow,” said Mr. Waddi-1 love, “what you want there I don’t know —lie down.” | And Beppo did lie down, panting and triumphant. I Miss Melon, following the example ot the rest of the party, began to explore the beauties of the woods, leaning on Mr. Smith’s arm. “Oh, the river!” cried Miss Melon. “Dc let ns wander on its banks, Mr. Smith.” j “Very much pleased to wander any-1 where with you,” said the gallant Smith, and soon they were upon the margin of the stream, where lay a boat. “Oh, [ must have a row!” cried Miss Melon. “Werry delighted to wow you," said Mr. Smith,“but you see that boat belongs to some fellow, and he might call it steal ing, don’t you see?” “Only for a minute,” said Miss Melon, and with an infantile giggle she skipped into the boat. Alas! boats are treacherous—the lady lost her balance and fell into the water. Just there it was deep and somewhat dangerous. Miss Melon disappeared from view and came to the surface struggling and gasping. Mr. Smith shouted for help, and oat oi the woods bounded something black, fol lowed by a man with a gun. “Fetch her, old fellow!” yelled the man, and the dog plunged into the water. His master only waited to fling off his coat and hat before he followed him. Together they brought Miss Melon to the shore more dead than alive, and thei the picnickers found the dripping trio— Miss Melon snpported by Mr. Waddilove, the dog in ecstacies of pride at his own performances. “What a fine dog that is,” said Miss Melon. “Pure Newfoundland,” said Mr. Wad dilove. “For all the time we’ve been neighbors I've had such a false idea of you,” said Miss Melon. “And I haven’t appreciated you,” said Mr. Waddilove. “Ah, well—do better in future. Here we are.” That afternoon, to the astonishment of the housemaid and the consternation of the housekeeper, Miss Melon aud Mr. “Waddilove were having tea together. After tea they sat and talked. “To think that I might have been at the bottom of the river but for you,” said Miss Melon. “I daren’t think of it,” said Mr. Wad dilove. “Let’s change the subject—won’t you play for me?” “Oh, you don’t like music.” “I? Who dared to say so?” “Well, if you’ll smoke. “In a lady’s presence? No.” “To please me.” “Anything to please you,” said Mr. W. And the lady sat down at the piano, and the gentleman smoked. The housemaid, listening at the door, was sure she heard a kiss, and the friends of the antipathies were astonished, on the next appearance of The Weekly Wonder, by this announcement: Married, on the —th of August, Miss Kitty Melon, daughter of the late Peter Melon, Esq., to Mr. William Waddilove. No cards.—Exchange. Dr. Johnson’s Studies. The direction of Dr. Johnson’s studies was partly determined, we are told, by the discovery of a folio of Petrarch lying on a shelf, where he was looking for apples. It was an accident, again, which threw the continuation of Echard’s Roman history in the way of Gibbon. “To me,” he says, “the reigns of the successors of Constan tine were absolutely new, and I was im mersed in the passage of the Goths over the Danube when the summons of the dinner bell reluctantly dragged me from my intellectual feast. 1 procured the sec - imm—i-■ tjntaotfol. The pages of amusing literature are stocked with the saying* of .lonest and un tactful people. The following incidents have, moreover, the merit of being strictly true: A lady who bad studied an elementary treatise of astrology one day took it upon her to “cast the horoscope” of a boarding house acquaintance. “Let me see,” she began after taking down the day ol the ‘subject's” birth, "you are in Aries. Aries is intellect. Why, no!” she suddenly exclaimed, looking up, its the full force of the definition struck h r. “there must lx* some mistake. You can’t be in Aries!” Another inuocciitly frank person w:i . ad miring the baby grandson of a famous man. “Now,” said she encouragingly to tin pareuts of the child, “this boy will lie a genius. It is perfectly safe to expect it. for you know genius always skips one gt ... a tioa.”—Youth’s Companion. Sharpening Up. Northerner—That hog must be bothered with fleas, from the way he scratches him self. Southerner—Fleas nuthinl Tbat’sarazor back hog, sah, and he’s just stroppin him self.—Life. A Sensitive Point. The Widow Grangely had an important case in court. She knew that if she should win her condition thereafter would be one of financial ease, and she had accordingly employed the most effective lawyer in the county. When the case came to trial, the shrewd lawyer saw that his road to success lay through the emotions of the jurymen. “Gentlemen,” said he, “look at this poor woman. Is she not enough to excite the pity of any beholder? Decrepitude has uot spared her, and age is fast spreading its blight upon her once fair face. She” “You stop right, where you are!” ex claimed the widow. “I need the money that might come out of this case, but I’ll be banged if you shall stand up there aud call me old." The lawyer hastened to her side and said, “Why, madam, I must talk that way or lose the case.” “I don’t care if you do have to talk that way, you shan’t. I’d rather lose the whole thing than be called old. I am just us good looking as I ever was, and I want you to understand that fact. Decrepit, indeed! I’ll bet I could gather you up and throw you over a 10 rail fence right now. If you want to talk about the law there is in the case, go ahead, but if you call me old again we’ll fight, that’s all.”—Arkansaw Trav eler. Suicidal Marriage. He was engaged to the girl, but he would not carry out the contract, though he re fused to give her up. She had coaxed him at first, to give up his foolish notion, but he wouldn’t have it, and finally she kicked out of the traces. “Why don't y6u stop fooling,” she said, “and marry me?” “My dear.” lie pleaded, “marriage in my case would be suicide.” “Suicide? What do you mean?” “I mean that. I am so poor I conld not hire a cook.” “Well,” she urged bravely, “what of that? I am strong and well and can do the cooking until you are rich enough to hire a cook.” "I know that, my dear love,” he mur mured, taking her face in his hands, “it is your cooking that I am afraid of.” And young love’s dream was split wide open.— Detroit Free Press. An Explanatory Epitaph. The following epitaph is to be found in the Cross ki’-kyard, Shetland, on a hand some mausoleum: Ponabd Robertson. Born 1st January, 1785; died 4th June, 1848; aged sixty-three years. He was a peaceful and quiet man, and to all appearance a sincere Christian. His death was very much lament ed, which was caused by the stupidity of Laurence Tulloch, of Clotherton. who Bold him nitre instead of epsom salts, by whioh be was killed in the space of three hours after taking a dose of it. —Youth’s Companion. A Coward. “Have you had your new house insured, Mrs. Dwight?” “Yes.” “Your husband is afraid of fire, then?” “Mercy, yesl He will leave the house any time before he will make one.”—Chicago Inter Ocean. Her Three Meals Made One. Mrs. Boardman—Science tells us that a man would do very well on one meal a day instead of the three we all take. Mr. Jiggers (the star boarder)—And I perceive, madam, that you are in thorough sympathy with science.—Chicago Record. A Common Effect. “Do you think,” said Willie Washington, “that it actually hurts a man to be hit with one of Cupid’s arrows?” “No,” replied Belle Pepperton. “As a rule he merely becomes senseless for a time.”—Washington Star. 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