anaheim-gazette 1876-07-08

To an Absent Friend. BY SOPHIA ANDREWS. I cannot tell you all I feel, The joy your Friendship brings; Those happy hours I've pass'd with you Are unforgotten things. Tho' fate should strew my path with thorns, Submissively I'd bend; When I can call that treasure mine A true and faithful friend. For Fortune does not smile on all, She favors but a few; Yet, whether weal or woe betide, I've found no change in you. The bitter lesson we must learn, That all things bright must fade; The shadow and the sunbeam By the same hand were made. But Friendship burns with steady light, A boon from Heaven sent; To help us in Life's darkest hour, To bear God's chastisement. Like Mercy's self it is "twice bless'd", A fair and holy thing. To soothe the troubled storms of life, And hope and comfort bring. Entering a Panther's Den. It was while we were in Southern California, in 1857. My brother Lewis and myself had located a ranche, and gone into sheep-raising, at a place about fifty-three miles east of what is now Millerton. Mutton was very dear in Stockton and San Francisco at that time. Lewis and I determined to use what money we had But we were disappointed. The brute's den was not near. We found, at the bottom of the ravine, a well-trodden path, winding among and under the stumps and logs, and leading up the gully. We followed this trail at least four or five miles, up among the mountains, to where the gully narrowed into a mere rocky chasm that separated crags seventy-five or a hundred feet high, down which had toppled the dead trunks of great pines. It was as wild-looking a place as ever I was in. Directly in front of us, a rock, larger than an ordinary house, which had fallen from the cliffs above, blocked up the chasm. Beneath the rock there was a low cranny, scarcely a yard in breadth, through which the brook found its way. The trail led under this rock. In mud and water we crawled on our hands and knees through this cranny. Clambering over and under huge boulders and damp logs, we suddenly found ourselves in front of a hole in the left side of the crag, seemingly the mouth of a den. A second glance made us sure of it, for chewed-up wads of wool and bones lay scattered all around. Here the beast had dined and supped on our lambs, and on other animals, also; for there were bushels of bones lying around, some quite fresh-looking, others old and dry. The mouth of the den was an oblique cleft in the rocks. We examined our guns. Here was the very hair of the marauder. What if he should rush upon us! Lewis flung a stone into the cleft. There was no response. The animal might be away from home. Going up close to the mouth we looked in. Far back we could and scarcely seemed open. Not wishing to leave eating breed alive, we ing that others might we blocked up the ent with big stones. We nate the whole family, for we were never trod. No wonder we had such a nest of pantheres I say panther cats, must have been a kind were of a purplish or and had big cat heads teeth, and sharp, for claws.—Youtha' Companion The Orange Haze The correspondent Tribune, writing from reference to the Center following exceedingly motion: At the corner of the nearest to the principle grounds, visitors come closure draped with mingled with the family blue. The name inscrimal puts everybody's keraphy to the test. "O it reads. "Where is it visitors of each other appears to know. This is that it is situated many, but some say and many frankly ignorance on the queas of ostrich feathers thus furnish some clew to the courteous attendants. Like Mercy's self it is "twice blessed," a fair and holy thing. To soothe the troubled storms of life. And hope and comfort bring. Entering a Panther's Den. It was while we were in Southern California, in 1857. My brother Lewis and myself had located a ranche, and gone into sheep-raising, at a place about fifty-three miles east of what is now Millerton. Mutton was very dear in Stockton and San Francisco at that time. Lewis and I determined to use what money we had for buying sheep, and then take them to the high, cool grounds amongst the Sierra. We hoped, by this investment, to drive out a flock of several thousand at the end of five years, and thus make our fortunes. Even ordinary sheep were then sold for from twenty to thirty dollars apiece, and the opportunity for a large per cent profit seemed very flattering. It took all the money we had to buy a flock of eighty sheep. But if the prices at which they sold would only remain the same for the next few years we did not care. Ab well! we did not then know California so well as we do now. To save time and expense, we located on a deserted "greaser" ranche. Portions of old cattle corrals were still standing on it, which by a little repairing, we put in order for sheep. The pasture was along the base and sides of a large mountain, that, eight or ten miles to the east, rose in high, bare peaks. In front, towards the north, there was quite a deep gully, or gulch, as the miners would call it, leading down from the mountains. Its edges were fringed with flowering shrubs, high grass and bushes, while its bed was strewn and heaped with ricks of drift-wood, logs, boughs and huge stumps, brought down by freshets. The banks were so abrupt that a person carelessly approaching the bush-tringle was in great danger of tumbling over an almost perpendicular precipice, fifty or sixty feet deep. Higher up, the flanks of the mountain were covered with a heavy growth of pine. Towards the south, on the rising ground, there were beautiful groves of madronas. It was a place where a man would like to spend his life, and take his case with his family. It was made healthy by good air and a lovely climate. Showers fell from November to March. Then followed a season of almost unbroken dry, bright weather, which lasted during the rest of the year. No colds, nor coughs, nor cataracts there. We were quite alone. Our only neighbor—if neighbor he might be called—was an aged "Digger" (Indian). The miners had named him "Old Poelygarlic." He lived with his two squaws and one little mangy pappoose, in a hut about a mile from the ranche. We repaired the corrals, built a log house and a store-house, and turned out our sheep to grow fat and multiply. Having heard that the grizzlies had broken up the former "greaser" proprietor, we went prepared for them, with plenty of powder and ball, and two good rifles. But not a bear molested us during the whole time we were there. Here the beast had dined and supped on our lambs, and on other animals, also; for there were bushels of bones lying around, some quite fresh-looking, others old and dry. The mouth of the den was an oblique cleft in the rocks. We examined our guns. Here was the very hair of the marauder. What if he should rush upon us! Lewis flung a stone into the cleft. There was no response. The animal might be away from home. Going up close to the mouth we looked in. Far back we could see light, as if it came through a fissure from above. My brother Lew, though only a boy of nineteen, was very brave and determined. "I'm going in here," he said, and in he crept. I waited a moment or so, and then followed, holding my rifle ready to shoot. After crawling under rocks for ten or a dozen yards, we came to a large hole, into which the light shone from a great crevice above. We at first thought we had reached the end of the cave, but looking about, we discovered in the rocks another dark hole, which turned short to the right. It was dark as pitch, and dripping with water. We listened, but could hear nothing except the dripping of water. "I'd go in there if I had a torch," Lew said. I had matches with me, in a little bottle that I always carried. Going out of the cave, each of us gathered an armful of slivers and dry boughs, with which we kindled a fire near the mouth of the dark hole. When it was blazing, Lew took a brand in his left hand, and holding an open dirk knife in his right, crept in. I closely followed, with my gun ready. Crawling twenty or thirty feet through the wet, we came into a larger opening, and rose up on our feet. By this time Lew's brand had become a mere smoking coal. We were poking about, trying to make out how large the place was, when we heard a rumble, and then an ear-splitting squall. We were so startled that we scrambled out very lively. Being in the cavern, the dark hole through which we had crept seemed quite light. I assure you we went out through that hole in a hurry. Once outside, in the lighted part, we stopped. "We've got him now," penned in!" explained Lew, throwing brands in the hole, to keep the animal from coming out. We prepared better splints for torches. Lighting one of these, and holding others ready to light, we again crawled in. The bright blaze showed that we were in a long, narrow, ragged fissure, some twenty-five feet high and ten or twelve feet wide. How far back it extended we could not tell. The rocks were black and damp. Water dripped from above. The light did not shine far ahead, as it does in caverns where the rocks are white and glistening. We knew the beast was somewhere ahead of us, and advanced slowly, stopping at every step to listen. Lewis then went back after more splinters and his rifle. We each lighted a splint, and started forward. We had not taken many steps before we heard a den. A second glance made us sure of it; for chewed-up wads of wool and bones lay scattered all around. Here the beast had dined and supped on our lambs, and on other animals; also; for there were bushels of bones lying around some quite fresh-looking others old and dry. The mouth of the den was an oblique cleft in the rocks. We examined our guns. Here was the very hair of the marauder. What if he should rush upon us! Lewis flung a stone into the cleft. There was no response. The animal might be away from home. Going up close to the mouth we looked in. Far back we could see light, as if it came through a fissure from above. My brother Lew, though only a boy of nineteen, was very brave and determined. "I'm going in here," he said, and in he crept. I waited a moment or so, and then followed holding my rifle ready to shoot. After crawling under rocks for ten or a dozen yards, we came to a large hole, into which the light shone from a great crevice above. We at first thought we had reached the end of the cave, but looking about, we discovered in the rocks another dark hole, which turned short to the right. It was dark as pitch, and dripping with water. We listened, but could hear nothing except the dripping of water. "I'd go in there if I had a torch," Lew said. I had matches with me, in a little bottle that I always carried. Going out of the cave, each of us gathered an armful of slivers and dry boughs, with which we kindled a fire near the mouth of the dark hole. When it was blazing, Lew took a brand in his left hand, and holding an open dirk knife in his right, crept in. I closely followed, with my gun ready. Crawling twenty or thirty feet through the wet, we came into a larger opening, and rose up on our feet. By this time Lew's brand had become a mere smoking coal. We were poking about trying to make out how large the place was when we heard a rumble, and then an ear-splitting squall. We were so startled that we scrambled out very lively. Being in the cavern, the dark hole through which we had crept seemed quite light. I assure you we went out through that hole in a hurry. Once outside, in the lighted part, we stopped. "We've got him now," penned in!" explained Lew, throwing brands in the hole, to keep the animal from coming out. We prepared better splints for torches. Lighting one of these,and holding others ready to light,我们 again crawled in. The bright blaze showed that we were in a long,narrow,ragged fissure,some twenty-five feet high and ten or twelve feet wide.How far back it extendedwe could not tell.The rocks were blackand damp.Water dripped from above.The light did not shine far ahead.as it does in caverns where the rocks are whiteand glistening. We knew the beast was somewhere ahead of us,and advanced slowly,toppingat every step to listen.Lewis then went back after more splintersand his rifle.Each lighteda splint,and started forward.We had not taken many steps before we hearda den.A second glance made us sureofit;for chewed-up wads of wooland boneslay scattered allaround. Here the beast had dined and supped on our lambs,and on other animals;also;for there were bushels of bones lying around some quite fresh-looking others old and dry.The mouth ofthe den was an oblique cleft in the rocks. We examined our guns.Here wastheveryhairofthemarauder.WhatifheshouldseenthismanybutsomesayignoranceonthequestoestrichfeathersthatfurnishsomeclewtocthecourteousattendanceofitatoncebyrepliquestionssomewhatNOrangeFreeStateNorthoftheBritishGood Hope.Iitisinemigrantsandtheirecalledboers(farandnativeKaffirs—formerand25，000GovernmentisrepublishedbyaPresidentbodycalledW Council).Thecountabout70，000squarereductionsarewool,diamonds,andmosttemperatezone." When you have heard yourself or tothefive"Wonderful! Here iswe knew nothing,cowsthathas sentitsproceedsideoftheearthtodterminal;iits75，000picturesandknowledgeworldinthatterrainwithoutaseaportoncownaslargeasanvillage,haveactualExhibitionthanhaveStates—morethanGwithhermillionofinWhenyouthinkoffyourhatAfricanRepublicanditsyellowandwhitegetnoneyouwill,yourcyclopediaandhistoryofthecountgreattreckenorememberofDutchcolonistsfarHopewho,int1839ishrule,soughtauncountryupontheOstruggleswiththeharrassedtheirsettiansoldthoseofourenewedoppressionsofthefinalgrantoffarmingoutoftheGovernmenttohavaina threatenedKaffirWhatdotheyshowDutchmen whoarebarousland!Notfewtheysendarebinedin theirway.Theremarkablylargebacialgraincarriedinhugeglass-topperthespringbook,jacksandbituminouscostofmanufacturedalnoceroshidewhipsaworkmanship,andforwooltransport.curiositiesisthefartarplant—asmallhandfuloflumber We were quite alone. Our only neighbor—if neighbor he might be called—was an aged "Digger" (Indian). The miners had named him "Old Peelygarlic." He lived with his two squaws and one little mangy pappoose, in a hut about a mile from the ranche. We repaired the corrals, built a log house and a store-house, and turned out our sheep to grow fat and multiply. Having heard that the grizzlies had broken up the former "greaser" proprietor, we went prepared for them, with plenty of powder and ball, and two good rifles. But not a bear molested us during the whole time we were there. For the first year and a half we did not lose a sheep, either from disease or wild beasts. During February of the second year, however, we heard at night, among the mountains by our pasture grounds, queer noises—the squallings and screechings of some kind of panther cats, and one morning we found that a corral had been broken into and four sheep killed. The body of one of the sheep had been carried off, while the fleeces and half-eaten carcasses of the others lay outside the pallings. Shreds of wool, strung along, marked a trail from the corral fence out to the gully. The creature had gone down the steep bank, amongst the heaps of driftwood. It was a dangerous-looking place. We supposed a den was somewhere down there; but though we followed along the bank, looking over into the ravine, for a mile or more, we could discover nothing. That night and the next, Lewis and I took turns in watching the corrals. Two days after, however, a lamb was missing from the pasture, and the next day another—a fine large lamb—was caught. We saw the sheep running, and had a glimpse of a slate-gray creature, as large as a big masstiff. It dashed out of a thicket of assens that bordered the gully, and saddled the lamb and dragged it off. We ran out to the spot, but did not get another sight of the beast. We now determined, at all hazards, to put a stop to his depredations. Some part of the ravine was evidently the bear's favorite retreat. Taking our rifles and our dirk-knives, we went to the gully, and climbing down, followed up its bed, going past our pasture and towards the mountains. It was a dimal hole. The overhanging bushes of the edges shut out the light; and we were expecting every moment to come upon the creature, wrathing beneath a pile of drift-logs, as in some hole under the bank. The bright blaze showed that we were in a long, narrow, ragged fissure, some twenty-five feet high and ten or twelve feet wide. How far back it extended we could not tell. The rocks were black and damp. Water dripped from above. The light did not shine far ahead, as it does in caverns where the rocks are white and glistening. We knew the beast was somewhere ahead of us, and advanced slowly, stopping at every step to listen. Lewis then went back after more splinters and his rifle. We each lighted a splint, and started forward. We had not taken many steps before we heard a scratching noise, as of nails on the rocks, and then a fearful squalling and growling. The noises sounded as if the animals were near, for there was evidently more than one. In that dark, narrow cavern the sounds were frightful. This time we stood our ground, and strained our eyes to get a glimpse of what was before us. Lew threw forward one of his splints. By the light of its blaze we saw a great heap of rocks, forty or fifty feet farther on, which seemed to block up the passage. "I see one of 'em," Lew muttered. Laying down his splint and dropping on one knee, he fired. The report nearly deafened us, while the concussion whiffed out the splints. We were in pitch darkness, and a frightful growling going on close at hand. To say the least, I felt queerly. Striking a match, we lighted two of the pine slivers. Our courage rose again. Laying the splints together, we built a little fire, which gave a much better light, and Lew went back and brought in a fresh armful of splints. As these blazed up I saw a big gray brute far back in the darkness, crouching among the rocks. Taking a good aim, I shot it through the head. It rolled down, and after a few kicks, was dead. We could still hear growlings. Lew threw brands ahead, which falling among the rocks, started in sight another gray-coat. We both fired, but lost sight of it at the same moment. The growling, however, stopped. After poking about, we mounted the rocks and saw the beast lying in a heap behind them. Another shot finished it. As we stood looking at the dead beasts we heard a rustling noise, and pitting about saw three nubs or kittens lying under a rock. We poked at them with our rifles, and they spit and yawled through they were not a quarter grown, What do they show Dutchmen, who are barous landland? Not few they send are in their way. They remarkably large bays a singular grain cast in huge glass-topped springbok, jackets and bituminous coats of manufactured noceeros-hide whips workmanship, and for wool transport curiosities is the first tartar plant—a small handful of brown Lima beans, each powder which it has properties of cream of stuffed birds of an idea of the ornithology country, and as worth about $7,000 cently discovered fields. A pair of largest in the Exhibition Egyptian section. The Orange ex-fair made through Charles W. Riley, the republic in India handsomely print good resume of life of the country. A dent Brand, taken capital, represents of the square-built intelligent and repression of countries. GEORGE TICKNOW way in which death was received "There never spontaneous tribe here in Boston Washington's death before noon; sons say at the time how far the new inging of the shopa that Washtenah his store as a ma consultation;NESS was stopped; and could not apiece my mother was at a state till he run the road and naws." Even on children as lay could give I were it through IM GAZ SUPPLEMENT. ANAHEIM, CAL., JULY 8, 1876. and scarcely seemed to have their eyes open. Not wishing to leave any of this sheep-enting breed alive, we killed them. Fearing that others might be lurking about, we blocked up the entrance of the hole with big stones. We meant to exterminate the whole family, and I think we did, for we were never troubled again. No wonder we had lost sheep, with such a nest of panther cats for neighbors. I say panther cats, for I suppose they must have been a kind of panther. They were of a purplish or slaty gray color, and had big cat heads, with long feline teeth, and sharp, formidable looking claws. — Youths' Companion. The Orange Free State. The correspondent of the New York Tribune, writing from Philadelphia with reference to the Centennial, gives the following exceedingly interesting information: At the corner of the Main Building nearest to the principal entrance to the grounds, visitors come upon a small enclosure draped with yellow and orange, mingled with the familiar red, white and blue. The name inscribed above the portal puts everybody's knowledge of geography to the test. "Orange Free State" it reads. "Where is it?" ask the puzzled visitors of each other. Not one in ten appears to know. The general opinion is that it is situated some where in Germany, but some say Central America, and many frankly acknowledge utter ignorance on the question. The trophies of ostrich feathers that first strike the eye furnish some clew to the problem, and the courteous attendant within disposes Bringing Them Up. A good old lady, whose grandchildren play about her knee, remarks relative to the training of children: Bad temper is oftener the result of unhappy circumstances than of unhappy organization. It frequently, however, has a physical cause, and a peevish child often needs dieting more than correcting. Some children are more prone to show temper than others, and sometimes on account of qualities which are valuable in themselves. For instance, a child of active temperament, sensitive feeling and eager purpose, is more likely to meet with constant jars and rubs than a dull, passive child; and if he is of an open nature, his inward irritation is immediately shown in bursts of passion. If you repress these ebullitions by scolding and punishment, you only increase the evil by changing passion into sulkiness. A cheerful, good-tempered tone of your own, a sympathy with his trouble whenever the trouble has arisen from no ill conduct on his part, are the best antidotes; but it would be better still to prevent beforehand all sources of annoyance. Never fear spoiling children by making them too happy. Happiness is the atmosphere in which all good affections grow—the wholesome warmth necessary to make the heart-blood circulate healthy and freely; unhappiness, the chilling pressure which produces here an inflammation, there an excrecence and worst of all, "the mind's green and yellow sickness"—Ill temper. CURRANT JELLY. If the fruit is gathered before dead ripe, it will make firmer jelly; and it is not necessary to Cham, the French Caricaturist. The greatest caricaturist in France is the Comte Amandes de Noe, better known as "Cham." He was born in 1819, and of most aristocratic lineage, for his father, the Comte de Noe, was a peer of France. His mother was, however, English, and young Amandee, having been brought up entirely by her, acquired a British accent, which he retains to this day. Very tall, thin, and upright, scrupulously correct and English in his attire, of manners externally cold and polished, he thoroughly realizes the Parisiian idea of the Londoner; the more so as like the sailor in Gilbert's ballad, he never laughs and he never smiles, though he is one of the most practical jokers in existence. On an occasion, going into a restaurant, where he was unknown, he settled into a corner seat which happened to be generally reserved for a stockbroker who dined in the house every evening. The waiter said nothing; but the stock-broker coming in, felt wrot at the usurpation, and was about to complain of it, when he recognized the familiar features of the caricaturist. He thought he would have a joke at the expense of Cham, and calling the landlord aside, asked him if he knew who was that tall, thin most solemn stranger? No; the landlord had never seen him before. "Ah, well, then, I advise you to order him out as quickly as possible, else he will scare away all your other customers," whispered the stock-broker. "It is Heidenrich, the executiorer." The landlord gave a jump; but without an instant's loss of time, walked up to Cham and begged him to depart, adding that he would not ask him to pay for what he had eaten, and would indeed not consent to A Barb The Jew from an eyepiece on the ocean; An immensely at the bottom defunct Knot of a ring; upon that late tyrannical Several rebellions been sent by Hems there scene. The tures, army soldiers. Of despair with the sword and one by gaping glove the beating trumpets; tie and put violent drowned soil dug out was then grave. The dismal drain commenced the graves; all their naked pact layers. grounds, visitors come upon a small enclosure draped with yellow and orange, mingled with the familiar red, white and blue. The name inscribed above the portal puts everybody's knowledge of geography to the test. "Orange Free State," it reads. "Where is it?" ask the puzzled visitors of each other. Not one in ten appears to know. The general opinion is that it is situated some where in Germany, but some say Central America, and many frankly acknowledge utter ignorance on the question. The trophies of ostrich feathers that first strike the eye furnish some clew to the problem, and the courteous attendant within disposes of it at once by replying to the fire of questions somewhat in this wise: "The Orange Free State is in South Africa, north of the British colony of the Cape of Good Hope. It is inhabited by Dutch emigrants and their descendants, who are called boers (farmers or peasants), and native Kaffirs—about 75,000 of the former and 25,000 of the latter. The Government is republican, and is administered by a President and a legislative body called the Volkeraad (People's Council). The country has an area of about 70,000 square miles, and the productions are wool, cattle, wheat, corn, diamonds, and most of the fruits of the temperate zone." When you have heard this you will say to yourself or to the friend at your elbow: "Wonderful! Here is a country of which we knew nothing, or next to nothing, that has sent its products from the other side of the earth to do honor to our Centennial; its 75,000 people, lost from the sight and knowledge of the civilized world in that terra incognita, Africa, without a seaport or a railroad, without a town as large as an average New York village, have actually done more for our Exhibition than have several of our own States—more than Georgia, for example, with her million of inhabitants, or Texas." When you think of this you will feel like taking off your hat to the little Dutch-African Republic and giving a cheer for its yellow and white flag; and when you get home you will, no doubt, get out your cyclopedia and read the romantic history of the country. It will tell of the great trecken or migration of thousands of Dutch colonists from the Cape of Good Hope, who, in 1839, to escape from British rule, sought a new home in the wild country upon the Orange River; of their struggles with the warlike blacks, who harrassed their settlements just as the Indians did those of our forefathers; of the renewed oppressions of the British, and of the final grant of independence in 1854, growing out of the desire of the English Government to have the aid of the Boers in a threatened Kaffir war. What do they show, these enterprising Dutchmen, who are thus civilizing a barbarous land? Not many things, but the few they send are interesting and good in their way. There is white wheat with remarkably large berries; excellent corn; a singular grain called Kaffir corn; wool in huge glass-topped boxes; the hides of the springbok, jackals' skins, dried fruits and bituminous coal. Then, in the way of manufactured articles, there are rhinoceros-hide whips, harness of first-rate workmanship, and a model of a wagon for wool transport. Among the natural curiosities is the fruit of the cream of tartar plant—a small gourd containing a handful of fresh seeds about as large as grounds, visitors come upon a small enclosure draped with yellow and orange, mingled with the familiar red, white and blue. The name inscribed above the portal puts everybody's knowledge of geography to the test. "Orange Free State," it reads. "Where is it?" ask the puzzled visitors of each other. Not one in ten appears to know. The general opinion is that it is situated some where in Germany, but some say Central America, and many frankly acknowledge utter ignorance on the question. The trophies of ostrich feathers that first strike the eye furnish some clew to the problem, and the courteous attendant within disposes of it at once by replying to the fire of questions somewhat in this wise: "The Orange Free State is in South Africa, north of the British colony of the Cape of Good Hope. It is inhabited by Dutch emigrants and their descendants, who are called boers (farmers or peasants), and native Kaffirs—about 75,000 of the former and 25,000 of the latter. The Government is republican, and is administered by a President and a legislative body called the Volkeraad (People's Council). The country has an area of about 70,000 square miles, and the productions are wool, cattle, wheat, corn, diamonds, and most of the fruits of the temperate zone." When you have heard this you will say to yourself or to the friend at your elbow: "Wonderful! Here is a country of which we knew nothing, or next to nothing that has sent its products from the other side of the earth to do honor to our Centennial; its 75,000 people, lost from the sight and knowledge of the civilized world in that terra incognita, Africa, without a seaport or a railroad, without a town as large as an average New York village, have actually done more for our Exhibition than have several of our own States—more than Georgia, for example, with her million of inhabitants, or Texas." When you think of this you will feel like taking off your hat to the little Dutch-African Republic and giving a cheer for its yellow and white flag; and when you get home you will, no doubt, get out your cyclopedia and read the romantic history of the country. It will tell of the great trecken or migration of thousands of Dutch colonists from the Cape of Good Hope, who, in 1839, to escape from British rule, sought a new home in the wild country upon the Orange River; of their struggles with the warlike blacks, who harrassed their settlements just as the Indians did those of our forefathers; of the renewed oppressions of the British, and of the final grant of independence in 1854, growing out of the desire of the English Government to have the aid of the Boers in a threatened Kaffir war. What do they show, these enterprising Dutchmen, who are thus civilizing a barbarous land? Not many things, but the few they send are interesting and good in their way. There is white wheat with remarkably large berries; excellent corn; a singular grain called Kaffir corn; wool in huge glass-topped boxes; the hides of the springbok, jackals' skins, dried fruits and bituminous coal. Then, in the way of manufactured articles, there are rhinoceros-hide whips, harness of first-rate workmanship, and a model of a wagon for wool transport. Among the natural curiosities is the fruit of the cream of tartar plant—a small gourd containing a handful of fresh seeds about as large as grounds, visitors come upon a small enclosure draped with yellow and orange, mingled with the familiar red, white and blue. The name inscribed above the portal puts everybody's knowledge of geography to the test. "Orange Free State," it reads. "Where is it?" ask the puzzled visitors of each other. Not one in ten appears to know. The general opinion is that it is situated some where in Germany, but some say Central America, and many frankly acknowledge utter ignorance on the question. The trophies of ostrich feathers that first strike the eye furnish some clew to the problem, and the courteous attendant within disposes of it at once by replying to the fire of questions somewhat in this wise: "The Orange Free State is in South Africa, north of the British colony of the Cape of Good Hope. It is inhabited by Dutch emigrants and their descendants, who are called boers (farmers or peasants), and native Kaffirs—about 75,000 of the former and 25,000 of the latter. The Government is republican,and is administered by a President and a legislative body called the Volkeraad (People's Council). The country has an area of about 70,000 square miles,andthe productions are wool,cattle,corn,diamonds,andmostofthefruitsofthetemperatezone." When you have heard this you will say to yourself or to the friend at your elbow: "Wonderful! Here is a country of which we knew nothing,或next to nothing that has sent its products from other side of the earth to do honor to our Centennial; its 75，500 people， lost fromthe sight和knowledgeofthecivilizedworldinthatterraincognita,Aricawithoutaseaportorrailroad Withouta townaslargeasaneageNewYorkvillage,haveactuallydonemoreforourExhibitionthanthanewseveralofourownStates—morethanGeorgia,forsamplewithhermillionofinhabitants.orTexas." WhenyouthinkofthisyouwillfeelliketakingoffyourhattothelittleDutchAfricanRepublicandgivingacheerforitsyellowandwhiteflag;andwhenyougethomeyouwill,nodoubt,getsoutyourcyclopediaandreadtheromantichistoryofthecountry.ItswilltellofthegreattreckenoremigrationofthousandsOfDutchcolonistsfromtheCapeofGoodHopewho,iin1839,toscapefromBritishrule,soughtanewhomeinthewildcountryupontheOrangeRiver;ofthestruggleswiththewartikeblacks,harrassedthesettlementsjustastheIndiansoldthoseofourforefathers;oftherenewedoppressionsoftheBritish,andofthefinalgrantofindependencein1854,growingoutofthedesireoftheEnglishGovernmenttohavetheaidoftheBoersinatahreatenedKaffirwar. Whatdotheyshow,theseenterprisingDutchmen，whoarethuscivilizingabarborousland!Notmanythings,butthefewtheysendareinterestingandgoodin theirwayThereiswhitewheatwithremarkablylargeberries;excellentcorn:a 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Not many things, but the few they send are interesting and good in their way. There is white wheat with remarkably large berries; excellent corn; a singular grain called Kaffir corn; wool in huge glass-topped boxes; the hides of the springbok, Jackals' skins, dried fruits and bituminous coal. Then, in the way of manufactured articles, there are rhinoceros-hide whips, harness of first-rate workmanship, and a model of a wagon for wool transport. Among the natural curiosities is the fruit of the cream of tartar plant—a small gourd containing a handful of brown seeds about as large as Lima beans, each covered with a white powder, which it is said possesses all the properties of cream of tartar. The cases of stuffed birds of brilliant plumage give an idea of the ornithological richness of the country, and a diamond in the rough, worth about $7,000, stands for the recently discovered wealth of the dianond fields. A pair of elephant tusks are the largest in the Exhibition except those of the Egyptian section. The Orange exhibit is a Government affair, made through the agency of Mr. Charles W. Riley, the Conduit-General of the republic in the United States. A handsomely printed pamphlet gives a good resume of the history and statistics of the country. A photograph of President Brand, taken in Bloemfontein, the capital, represents a man of about fifty, of the square-built Holland type, with an intelligent and remarkably resolute expression of countenance. George Ticknor thus describes the way in which the news of Washington's death was received: "There never was a more striking or spontaneous tribute paid to a man than here in Boston when the news came of Washington's death (1799). It was a little before noon; and I often heard persons say at the time that one could know how far the news had spread by the closing of the shops. Each man, when he heard that Washington was dead, shunt his store, as a matter of course, without consultation, and in two hours all business was stopped. My father came home and could not speak; he was so overcome; my mother was alarmed to see him in such a state till he recovered enough to tell her and news. For some time every one even the children were aware on the same; no boy could go on the street without it. I wore it, though only eight years old." Tomato Paste.—Scald and peel as many tomatoes as will fill a large stone jar. Set them in a warm oven for an hour, then skim off the watery liquor, press and squeeze them in a sieve; add salt, cayenne pepper, pounded mace and cloves to your taste; to every quart of tomatoes allow half a pint of best vinegar; stew all slowly for three hours, stirring well until it becomes a smooth, thick paste. Then put it into small jars and cover with egged papers. It is excellent when fresh tomatoes are not to be bad, and is a nice addition to soup. Tomato Honey.—To each pound of tomatoes allow the grated peel of a lemon and six fresh peach leaves. Boil them slowly till they are all to pieces, then squeeze them through a bag. To each pound of liquid allow a pound of usgar and juice of one lemon. Boil them together half an hour, or until they became a thick jelly. Then put them into glasses and lay double tissue paper over the top. It will scarcely be distinguished from real honey. To Make Picalilli.—To half a bushel nicely chopped tomatoes, which must be squeezed dry, add two dozen onions chopped fine, one dozen green peppers chopped, one box of ground mustard, one large root of grated horseradish, nearly a pint of salt, four tablespoonfuls ground cloves, four of allspice. Mix thoroughly in a stone jar and cover with vinegar, making a hole in the center to let the vinegar to the bottom. Wild Fowl Pie.—The fowl should be trussed like a duck for a pie, larded with anchovies and seasoned with pepper, salt and sweet herbs; put a good quantity of butter into the pie, and flush like all others. Rolled Jelly Cake.—One cup of sugar, one cup flour, three eggs, one tablespoonful sweet milk, half teaspoonful soda, essence, etc. Beat sugar and eggs slightly, then put all together and beat thoroughly. Rice Oystard.—Into a quart of boiling water stir in two tablespoonfuls of rice flour, dissolved in a little cold milk; add two well beaten eggs to boiling mixture; swastika and flavor to taste. Corn Cake.—One quart of sour milk, three eggs, one teaspoonful of flour, yellow corn meal enough to make a batter as thick as for pancakes. Bake quickly in pan well battered. Our Exports. With the exception of a single year, 1874 says the Boston Post, the gold value of our exports is estimated to be greater for the current fiscal year than for any previous one in our history. Right here in Massachusetts, where Fall River shipped to England 17,000 pieces of cotton cloth weekly six weeks ago, she now ships 21,000 pieces. And our exports of manufactured leather are showing a similar encouraging outlook. Only cotton, bacon and cheese, for a very recent week's exports from New York to Liverpool, ranked higher in the scale than cotton and leather. It is reckoned that the export of cotton this year will be twice what it was in 1875, and leather is increasing almost at a similar rate. The probability of any occasions arising for large exports of specie, in view of the condition of the great banks of Europe, is very small. As they are more than supplied at present with gold, and the rates of interest rule at three per cent. and below, the preference abroad is, of course, that we should pay our debts in products and interest-bearing bonds rather than in that of which they always have a glut. These facts, taken together, go to establish the conclusion that we shall not soon be favored with a better opportunity to bring about resumption, whether it be approached by the sale of bonds for the slow but steady accumulation of gold, or by the sale of bonds for the purchase and retirement of greenbacks, or both. Another Kentucky Wonder.—The Louisville Courier-Journal says: Lucy Kenyon is her name. She is black; lives at Milford; Bracket county; and was formerly a slave of Mr. Robert Kenyon. According to a correspondent of the Bracken Chronicle she is within a few days of being 129 years old. She has been married seven times and is the mother of twenty-three children. Her teeth are sound, eyeglass good, hearing perfect and memory amenable. What is perhaps equally remarkable she has always been an invalid, and never within the recollection of the living did a day's work. Kentucky may challenge the world on the contestant question. The door-all of homes is the threshold of heaven. GAZETTE. NO. 38. Baricaturist. Just in France is now better known than in 1619, and more for his father, the peer of France. English, and been brought up and a British accented this day. Very acutely corroborated, of manners finished, he thoroughed ideas of the era, like the sailor never laughs and is one of the existence. Being into a resounding unknown, he set which happened for a stock-house every cold nothing; but in, felt wrot at about to recognize the far-accenturist. He joke at the ex-ing the landlord new who was that stranger? No; seen him before. Use you to order possible, else he other customers," maker. "It is HeiThe landlord about an instant's up to Cham and adding that he may for what he had not consent to A Barbarian Monarch's Funeral. The Journal de Paris contains a letter from an eye witness, giving the following particulars of the structures committed on the occasion of the funeral of Kamrasi, King of Ounyoro, in Central Africa. An immense grave or pit, capable of holding several hundred people, had been dug at the bottom of which the wives of the defunct King had been placed in the form of a ring, to be in readiness to receive upon their knees the corpse of their late tyrannical and barbarous master. Several regiments of the Royal Guard had been sent on the preceding night to alertly surround some of the neighboring villages. The first human being—be it man, woman or child—that made its exit from the surrounded huts, was forcibly seized and carried off, and the captives entrapped in this manner conducted towards the pit prepared for the funeral. Here there commenced the most horrible scene. The limbs of these poor creatures, arms and legs, were broken by the soldiers. The lamentations and cries of despair of the victims intermingled with the shouting of the fanatical crowd, and one by one they were thrown into the gaping gulf below. Then commenced the beating of drums, the flourish of trumpets, the piercing sound of the whistle and pipe, which, together with the violent vociferations of the crowd, drowned the cries of the victims. The soil dug out of the pit the previous day was then thrown back into the monster grave. The fanatical spectators of the dismal drama, as soon as it was filled up, commenced to dance on the summit o' the grave, stamping the soil down with all their might, so as to form a hard, compact layer above those buried alive. All The Sultan of Turkey. Col. Thomas W. Knox gives us through his publishers, a very entertaining volume of "Life and Adventures in the Orient," that land which echoes and recharges with the cry of "Bashkush, O Howadji!" "Turkey has been borrowing money in Europe, and some of her loans have been guaranteed by France and England. Nearly all the money has been wasted; a very little has gone for the construction of railways, but most of it has been put into palaces, diamonds for the women seraglio, ships of war, mosques and the like, and every day there are thousands of pounds wasted on senseless displays. "Here is a specimen case: They built an imperial palace, known as the Palace Tahiragan, where they had already palaces enough for a dozen Sultans. The Sultan moved into the building when it was finished—it cost two million pounds sterling, or about ten million dollars in gold—and he lived there just two days! Then he moved out because he had an unpleasant dream, and the palace will never again be occupied. It stands idle, empty and beautiful, on the banks of the Bosphorus, and will thus stand till destroyed. "A couple of years ago the Sultan commanded that a conservatory should be erected in his garden. Glass and other material were ordered from Europe, and hundreds of maps were set to work. It was finished at a cost of over a million dollars, and his majesty went to see it. The old idiot—I wish to be respectful, as he is a Sultan—was not in good temper, for some reason, and determined not to be pleased. He raised his languid eyes to the roof of the building, and then Park police stairway prophet which the barometers in a frog of the dirt to the general Hunt, the Super was mildly abusive for mis-lead on the beat, an would show him jar and threw a couple inches tilted out a little but it in the jar, tumbling a tree-toad and a tin top other indicator was going to be fair on the top round blinking the hours fifteen hours before, the geu-begins to climb a storm he squats and with his head of the water, peers on. Let the weather shifting," "as old road goes up and a scared middy. To toad roosts aloft theyish green. When skin turns black as the ladder, becoming the time he reaches one of the toad has Fayette Park neigh- Official Corruption.—The following story comes from Egypt: A woman was mortally wounded by the falling of a wall. A neighbor took her in, tended her, and brought a female doctor to see if anything could be done. The patient died in the neighbor's house. The doctor in attendance must sign a certificate that death is from natural cause before the body can be buried. She refused to do so without backsache. The man in whose house the person died would be held responsible without such certificates. He therefore gave the backsache. The never again be occupied. It stands idle, empty and beautiful, on the banks of the Bosphorus, and will thus stand till destroyed. "A couple of years ago the Sultan commanded that a conservatory should be erected in his garden. Glass and other material were ordered from Europe, and hundreds of men were set to work. It was finished at a cost of over a million dollars, and his majesty went to see it. The old idiot I wish to be respectful, as he is a Sultan—was not in good temper, for some reason, and determined not to be pleased. He raised his languid eyes to the roof of the building, and then turned away. "I don't like it," he said; 'destroy it!' And before night every piece of glass was broken, and the beautiful conservatory was leveled. "This is the way the Sultan and his government have been using the money borrowed at a high rate of interest; and they are now borrowing money at high interest, to pay that interest. This thing will go on until Turkey can borrow no more money, and then the whole concern will collapse." In Ancient Times. In the wardrobe of a Hebrew lady the most splendid article of clothing was the turban, for those who could afford it. The poor people had to be satisfied with winding a piece of cloth round their head and fixing it as well as they could. The turbans were of different colors, and wound in different ways; some of them were like a high tower. Shoes and stockings were unknown, but sales of leather were fastened with two latchts. The ladies, who carried luxury into every department, and who are supposed, even in the present day, to be far from indifferent to a nice neat boot, or to elegant slippers, had their shoes, or rather sandals, and their latchts, made of colored leather; dark blue, violet and purple were favorite colors. The ankles were decorated with bracelets of gold or dainty silver chains and rings, with thy silver bells. Hair nets and head-bands were in great request. The latter were made of gold or silver, and worn under the net, extending from one ear to the other. Ear-rings were much thought of; we are told of some that weighed a thousand and seven hundred shekels of gold, and were so large that a man could easily put his hand through them. Some of the women wore several rings with little bells attached to them. They were generally made of horn or silver. Bat the most popular ring was the nose ring. The last nostril was pierced for the purpose, and a ring made of ivory or metal was put through it. Bracelets were favorite ornaments, and were generally worn on the right arm. Some of them were exceedingly large, so that they reached up to the elbow. Rings on the fingers were worn; chains of fine gold, or strings of pearls with little silver balls or small tinkling bells, worn round the neck. A Frog Scrub.—One is even half inclined to accept as insubtable what Elian tells us of the water snakes and the frogs of Egypt. The former have, he informs us, a passionate liking for frogs—that is, for devouring and digesting them. No one knows this better than the frog, and accordingly, when they OFFICIAL CORRUPTION.—The following story comes from Egypt: A woman was mortally wounded by the falling of a wall. A neighbor took her in, tended her, and brought a female doctor to see if anything could be done. The patient died in the neighbor's house. The doctor in attendance must sign a certificate that death is from natural cause before the body can be buried. She refused to do so without backsheesh. The man in whose house the person died would be held responsible without such certificate. He therefore gave the backsheesh. The certificate had to be counter-signed by the government doctor. He also refused, and the man, again afraid of the alternative, again paid backsheesh. Finally, the Zabit, or head of police, refused his permission, which is also necessary in such cases. His backsheesh was the biggest, and the man could stand the tax no longer. He went to the Zabit and said, "Now, look here, this body has been out of the ground four days. You are bound to bury it in twenty-four hours. You are the cause of the delay. Unless you sign at once, I shall go to the Mondir and report the non-burial of a body for four days, and you will lose your place." The Zabit was defeated, and signed at once. At last New York is to have a fresh water and marine aquarium. The project, though begun as a private enterprise, promises to be worthy and successful. The building is now in course of erection on the plot of ground at the corner of Thirty-fifth street and Broadway. The inclosed area will be about twenty thousand square feet, and the tanks will vary in length from one to one hundred feet. In referring to this enterprise, it is with a pardonable degree of pride, since in the coming aquarium we see the partial results of long-continued efforts. A special feature of this work will be the scientific library and reading-room, and the naturalist laboratory and workshop. These will be free to students and teachers, and every facility will be afforded to those who desire to pursue special lines of research. At an early day we hope to present a full and adequate description of this aquarium, and it will then be sure that the establishment is one worthy of its aim—as an instructive and entertaining smart for the people. A FROG SCROY.—Olsen is often half-inclined to accept as insultable what Elian tells us of the water snakes and the frogs of Egypt. The former have, he informs us, a passionate liking for frogs—that is, for devouring and digesting them. No one knows this better than the frog, and accordingly, when they meet in the pond, wonderful is theunning that ensues. The water snake glides up as if intentionless of evil, but our other slimy friend is quite aware of the passionless-looking snake. He makes for the nearest twig, seizes it, and carries it across his mouth, and then fearlessly approaches the hydra. The latter now makes at the frog with open jaws, but the twig across the frog's mouth is much wider than the jaws of the snake, and he can by no possibility swallow the mach-desired frog. The latter looks down his enemy's throat from the outside, holds fast to the projecting twig, and laughs. The water snake tries again and agile; he glides around his anticipated vision, but the frog always contrives to keep him in view, and the end of every attempt to that the folled snake finds the bar carried by his anticipatory viodes lying across his open jaws, and the frog once more laughs down his throat. The hydra at length gives up in despair, and frightly plumping into a safe spot, where he knows kindred to be assembled tells his exciting tale and raises very eager croaking congratulations. The fire which devastated part of October on May 80 was singularly destructive. Beginning at 3 p.m., in a stable—soiling it is said, to the incautious use of matches by children—it spread rapidly, and before midnight had destroyed nearly 700 houses, rendering about 7,000 persons homeless. The houses were chiefly of wood, and were occupied principally by people of small means. The fire biggles was ineffective in staying the general progress of the damms. The supply of water was steady, and utterly inadequate for the emergency. The fire had in fact unchecked control in the burned district, and sustained only when there were no more burns on its most hardened teeth.