anaheim-gazette 1880-11-27

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. RICHARD MELROSE. - Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. In the Dark. Sitting wrapped in gloom and shadow All alone, Not one struggling ray of sunlight On me shone; Unawares there came a sorrow, One I'd never thought to borrow, But 'twill linger when the morrow Has long flown. I am growing, ob, so weary Of the gloom! And I fancy strange, weird shadows Fill the room. Shadows of the days departed, When I trusted, happy hearted, When the path in which I started Was in bloom. I am weary of the stillness And the night; Tired of ever only dreaming Of the light. Ah, roy heart, there'll come a waking From the troubled rest you're taking, Upward soon you will be making Your glad flight. ANNA J. GRANNIS, in Waverley Magazine The Embarrassing Duties of the Man Who Carves the Chicken. When at last the work of carving is done, the delicate and difficult duty of "helping" begins. There can be no peace of mind for the man who helps his family and his occasional guest to any food, except soup or oysters, both of which can be accurately and fairly divided. In the case of chicken he can never give satisfaction. There is no rule in this matter, beyond that of giving the chicken legs to the boys, which can be followed. To ask people what part of the chicken they prefer is simply madness. Either everybody who tells the truths, and demand the best cut, in which case all but one will be exasperated by failing to have their wish gratified, or everybody will reply, "Any part." "It makes no difference," or words to the same mendacious and aggravating effect. Of course, when the man who says "It makes no difference," is helped to any- A Gold Miner's Adventure. An acquaintance of the present writer, who has but recently returned from a sojourn of several years' mining and pioneering in the far West, gives the following graphic account of an adventure of his with the Unepapas Slonx. In September, 1578, he said, I made a tour of the Black Hills camps, and while at a place then known as "Turner's Wash-Out," fell in with a Nova Scotian named McMonagle, who had been prospecting on the Little Powder River. The fellow was quite ignorant of the value of ores; but he had brought in some specimens which looked to me very promising; and after some talk, he and I made a bargain to go to the place whence he had come and prospect it still farther. We bought a mule and collected some provisions and mining tools, ready for a start. But on the very night before the morning we had planned to start, McMonagle got into an altercation in one of the saloons, or gambling-rooms, and was shot dead by a Texan named Doniphan. That hindered the expedition. But after a day or two, I concluded that I was as much McMonagle's heir as anyone, and I determined to make the journey alone, there being nobody else at the camp whom I cared to take as a partner. There was some risk from the redskins, who were now and then hostile to miners. But prospecting parties were going out every day; and I resolved to incur the peril. From what McMonagle had told me, I supposed it was a three days' journey to the place he had described. About thirty miles to the northwest of "Turner's" there was an old camp called "Caswell's Hollow," abandoned a year and a half before, after a short period of mining there. Nobody went near to it now. But the old trail was still fair traveling; and as it was my route very nearly, I took it and reached the site of the former "city" a little after sunset of my first day out. At one time there had been a dozen or fifteen log shanties here, but they had now all been burned or carried off piecemeal but one. This one was of logs with a slab roof, and stood beside the weed-grown trail, near the lower end of the Hollow. Here I stopped for the night, and hitched my mule among some willows down under the bank of the creek, fifty-or twenty rods from the shanty. this way, which sank and the five of these portions of the desert their pipes, and sank round the stove, and laughed as he a party of whites. One story had sounded, as the reverent check west, every few minutes rating; and as our pression the other laughing uproar. All this time I stir for fear the storm. Finally, after told all the stories they loosened their tie down. On bunk, but had out on it, are he deep exclamations sprang up in a be sure they had me now, and we cooking my car heard the snake crawled into that had lain down jumped out. In a trice one splint; and then the bunk, till head, struck at their guns. We instantly pinned of board; when by the tail, seemed completely at rest. Then they laid cutting off the end of the reptile eel. But instead of of the Indians went out. I could not detect moccasined feet They did not notice other three. It was now we and I resolved to sleep, I woke if I remained hardly fail to do. After a time first one, then me they were soon one of them. Now for the hours, I veered stretch out though I feared three sleeping be possible to Europe's Pleasure Ground. All the Swiss trains have been crowded this year with all the nationalities, and the great industry of the little country has taken the form of supplying bed and board to Europeans on vacance, and it must be said of the nation, that, if it has made hospitality a business, it does its business. There have been fuller years, but there never has been a year when Switzerland has taken its place so distinctly as the pleasure ground of Europe. The English and the Americans still travel—they are still in a sense the milions of the Continent—but this year the French and the Germans have added themselves to the strength of a regiment which annually invades the Swiss frontier, settles down in its valleys, scales its heights, peoples its villages, and is received and expected by quite an army of hotel-keepers who meet the enemy obsequiously, pillage him with moderation, and restore him to his home after six weeks' absence, poorer, happier, and healthier. The English have been in all directions, but especially round Lucerne and Zermatt; the French have been at Chamouni, and divided. In the case of chicken he can never give satisfaction. There is no rule in this matter, beyond that of giving the chicken legs to the boys, which can be followed. To ask people what part of the chicken they prefer is simply madness. Either everybody who tells the truths, and demand the best cut; in which case all but one will be exasperated by failing to have their wish gratified, or everybody will reply, "Any part." "It makes no difference," or words to the same mendacious and aggravating effect. Of course, when the man who says "It makes no difference," is helped to anything but the breast, he becomes an enemy of the carver for life, and nothing can disabuse him of the impression that he has been wantonly insulted. It is far better to boldly help people without making any pretense of consulting their wishes. They will then regard the carver as a rude and careless host; but they will acquit him of any intention to press open insults on his guests. Perhaps the most difficult person to deal with is the lady who says that she "prefers a leg." In the presence of this trying person the carver is almost certain to make a mistake. The chances are that she abhors chicken legs, and expresses, for the sake of politeness an alleged preference which she confidently expects to be disregarded. To help such a one to a leg is to abuse her confidence and earn her undying hatred. On the other hand, if she is one of those rare women who really have an abnormal fondness for legs, she feels herself outraged if legs are withheld from her, and decides that the carver is a selfish brute, who has not sufficient decency to respect a lady's wishes. We shall never know how many happy homes have been broken up, how many friends estranged, and how much miscellaneous mystery has been suffered merely because the duty of carving has been placed in the hands of the fathers of American families.—N. Y. Times. Europe's Pleasure Ground. All the Swiss trains have been crowded this year with all the nationalities, and the great industry of the little country has taken the form of supplying bed and board to Europeans on vacance, and it must be said of the nation, that, if it has made hospitality a business, it does its business. There have been fuller years, but there never has been a year when Switzerland has taken its place so distinctly as the pleasure ground of Europe. The English and the Americans still travel—they are still in a sense the milions of the Continent—but this year the French and the Germans have added themselves to the strength of a regiment which annually invades the Swiss frontier, settles down in its valleys, scales its heights, peoples its villages, and is received and expected by quite an army of hotel-keepers who meet the enemy obsequiously, pillage him with moderation, and restore him to his home after six weeks' absence, poorer, happier, and healthier. The English have been in all directions, but especially round Lucerne and Zermatt; the French have been at Chamouni, and divided. At one time there had been a dozen or fifteen log shanties here, but they had now all been burned or carried off piecemeal but one. This one was of logs with a slab roof, and stood beside the weed-grown trail, near the lower end of the Hollow. Here I stopped for the night, and hitched my mule among some willows down under the bank of the creek, fifteen or twenty rods from the shanty. I gave him a part of his corn and pulled a big handful of grass for fodder, and this done, went into the shanty to cook my own supper. An old stove with the top part of it broken, two or three greasy benches and a mouldy bunk of straw were all there was by way of furniture. From the ashes in the stove and from a kettle with several fresh bones in it, which had been set away in the corner, I was led to think that some prospecting party had occupied the camp not very long before. I had brought along a frying-pan of my own, and lighting a fire in the stove, proceeded to fry pork and make a miner's late dinner off that and hard-tack, with a cup of strong coffee. Meanwhile, it had grown dark. At first I had intended to go down the bank and sleep in the willows beside the mule. But a heavy dew was falling, and it now seemed so damp out that I concluded to stay in the shanty. Taking some of the straw out of the bunk, I made a bed of it before the stove, and then, drawing off my heavy boots, rolled up in my blanket and lay with the bottoms of my feet to the warm oven—very comfortable. But I had not been lying there long when I heard a rustling in the straw, and a moment after something quite heavy began to slide over my two ankles. It was a snake! as I felt sure the instant I felt the touch of it; and I started in spite of myself. The moment I stirred, it rattled! It was a rattle snake, a big one, I felt certain by the weight. I knew now that my only safety from its fangs lay in remaining motionless. With the sweat fairly breaking out all over me, I lay still, bracing every muscle to keep from starting. When I had stirred the reptile had stopped sliding over my ankles; and now I could feel his head gliding over my leg to see what I was, I suppose. A few moments after a brand in the stove blazed up, and I had a glimpse of the creature as it lay across my legs. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as, judging from the rustling, I thought it out of striking distance, I bounded to my feet and jumped on one of the benches. But the blaze had now gone out, and it was dark again. Before I could light a match and some splinters which I cut off on the bench with my knife, the reptile had retreated out of sight; and though I now beat about the shanty in all the corners, I could period or mining there. However long there was near to it now. But the old trail was still fair traveling; and as it was my route very nearly, I took it and reached the site of the former "city" a little after sunset of my first day out. At one time there had been a dozen or fifteen log shanties here, but they had now all been burned or carried off piecemeal but one. This one was of logs with a slab roof, and stood beside the weed-grown trail, near the lower end of the Hollow. Here I stopped for the night, and hitched my mule among some willows down under the bank of the creek, fifteen or twenty rods from the shanty. I gave him a part of his corn and pulled a big handful of grass for fodder, and this done, went into the shanty to cook my own supper. An old stove with the top part of it broken, two or three greasy benches and a mouldy bunk of straw were all there was by way of furniture. From the ashes in the stove and from a kettle with several fresh bones in it, which had been set away in the corner, I was led to think that some prospecting party had occupied the camp not very long before. I had brought along a frying-pan of my own, and lighting a fire in the stove, proceeded to fry pork and make a miner's late dinner off that and hard-tack, with a cup of strong coffee. Meanwhile, it had grown dark. At first I had intended to go down the bank and sleep in the willows beside the mule. But a heavy dew was falling, and it now seemed so damp out that I concluded to stay in the shanty. Taking some of the straw out of the bunk, I made a bed of it before the stove, and then, drawing off my heavy boots, rolled up in my blanket and lay with the bottoms of my feet to the warm oven—very comfortable. But I had not been lying there long when I heard a rustling in the straw, and a moment after something quite heavy began to slide over my two ankles. It was a snake! as I felt sure that instant I felt the touch of it; and I started in spite of myself. The moment I stirred, it rattled! It was a rattle snake, a big one, I felt certain by the weight. I knew now that my only safety from its fangs lay in remaining motionless. With the sweat fairly breaking out all over me, I lay still, brazing every muscle to keep from starting. When I had stirred the reptile had stopped sliding over my ankles; and now I could feel his head gliding over my leg to see what I was, I suppose. A few moments after a brand in the stove blazed up, and I had a glimpse of the creature as it lay across my legs. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as，judging from the rustling，I thought it out of striking distance，I bounded to my feet and jumped on one ofthebenches.Buttheblasehadnowgoneout,anditwasdarkagain. 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He has now perfected the Japanese bamboo for the carbon loop, and in four weeks will have his shops and eight miles of street lamps lighted. He has facilities for making 1,000 lamps a day, and a man engaged in canvassing the lower part of New York City for customers. From the figures of the amount of gas and steam power used he calculates to introduce his light at such prices as will send the gas companies into the milk or grocery business. The wires will be laid down in December. "The gas companies," he says, "are fighting hard to keep the city authorities from giving us permission to lay wires, but they are butting against a wall. Their days are numbered." The lights which went out last winter burned a little while and then were used only for experimental purposes. Some of them lasted 900 hours; but others only a few days. They were abandoned and the bamboo fiber substituted. "The chorus of abuse and ridicule which greeted him in January last," he says, "induced him to work without noise." The details are now perfected, and he seems almost as positive of his success as he was eight or ten months ago.—Detroit Press. "Ah, ha," said Jawkins, cheerfully, as he found a paper of fine cut in the pocket of his old fall overcoat. "Ah, ha! Congratulate me on my sudden accession of for chewin'."—Burlington Hawksy. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as, judging from the rustling, I thought it out of striking distance, I bounded to my feet and jumped on one of the benches. But the blaze had now gone out, and it was dark again. Before I could light a match and some splinters which I cut off the bench with my knife, the reptile had retreated out of sight; and though I now beat about the shanty in all the corners, I could not discern its whereabouts. There was a partial loft in the shanty, consisting of six or eight loose boards laid on the beams; and not to run the risk of the snake's creeping in upon me again, I now got up here with my carbine and blanket, and once more composed myself for the night. I had been lying up there half or three-quarters of an hour, I think—for the touch of that snake had so worked on my nerves that I could not at once go to sleep—when a murmur of low voices accompanied by muffled footsteps caught my ear; and rising on my elbow in some alarm, I saw five dark figures step, one after the other, through the open doorway of my shanty. They spoke, and the moment I heard their voices inside I knew they were Indians. You will readily believe me that I would have paid well to have been beyond the reach of the perils that environed me. One of the redskins throw down something heavy on the ground, which proved to be the caress of a deer, or a buffalo-calf; and then another struck fire and they soon had a blaze going in the stove. The light flared around, and I expected every moment they would look up and copy me. It seemed as if they must hear my heart beat. I grasped my carbine, but did not dare cook it, but lay motionless, though resolved if they did see me, to assume the defensive. Two of them now began skimming the deer, and when they had finished and a good bed of coals was burned in the stove, they each began roasting the meat in small alms on sticks—eating it as they roasted it. As they sat there, I was expecting each instant that some of them would spy out my frying-pan which I had stood up to drain behind the stove. Near an hour must have passed in stove blazed up, and I had a glimpse of the creature as it lay across my legs. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as, judging from the rustling, I thought it out of striking distance, I bounded to my feet and jumped on one of the benches. But the blaze had now gone out, and it was dark again. Before I could light a match and some splinters which I cut off the bench with my knife, the reptile had retreated out of sight; and though I now beat about the shanty in all the corners, I could not discern its whereabouts. There was a partial loft in the shanty, consisting of six or eight loose boards laid on the beams; and not to run the risk of the snake's creeping in upon me again, I now got up here with my carbine and blanket, and once more composed myself for the night. I had been lying up there half or three-quarters of an hour, I think—for the touch of that snake had so worked on my nerves that I could not at once go to sleep—when a murmur of low voices accompanied by muffled footsteps caught my ear; and rising on my elbow in some alarm, I saw five dark figures step, one after the other, through the open doorway of my shanty. They spoke, and the moment I heard their voices inside I knew they were Indians. You will readily believe me that I would have paid well to have been beyond the reach of the perils that environed me. One of the redskins throw down something heavy on the ground, which proved to be the caress of a deer, or a buffalo-calf; and then another struck fire and they soon had a blaze going in the stove. The light flared around, and I expected every moment they would look up and copy me. It seemed as if they must hear my heart beat. I grasped my carbine, but did not dare cook it, but lay motionless, though resolved if they did see me, to assume the defensive. Two of them now began skimming the deer, and when they had finished and a good bed of coals was burned in the stove, they each began roasting the meat in small alms on sticks—eating it as they roasted it. As they sat there, I was expecting each instant that some of them would spy out my frying-pan which I had stood up to drain behind the stove. Near an hour must have passed in stove blazed up, and I had a glimpse of the creature as it lay across my legs. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as, judging from the rustling, I thought it out of striking distance, I bounded to my feet and jumped on one of the benches. But the blaze had now gone out, and it was dark again. Before I could light a match and some splinters which I cut off the bench with my knife, the reptile had retreated out of sight; and though I now beat about the shanty in all the corners, I could not discern its whereabouts. There was a partial loft in the shanty, consisting of six or eight loose boards laid on the beams; and not to run the risk of the snake's creeping in upon me again, I now got up here with my carbine and blanket, and once more composed myself for the night. I had been lying up there half or three-quarters of an hour, I think—for the touch of that snake had so worked on my nerves that I could not at once go to sleep—when a murmur of low voices accompanied by muffled footsteps caught my ear; and rising on my elbow in some alarm, I saw five dark figures step, one after the other, through the open doorway of my shanty. They spoke, and the moment I heard their voices inside I knew they were Indians. You will readily believe me that I would have paid well to have been beyond the reach of the perils that environed me. One of the redskins throw down something heavy on the ground, which proved to be the caress of a deer, or a buffalo-calf; and then another struck fire and they soon had a blaze going in the stove. The light flared around, and I expected every moment they would look up and copy me. It seemed as if they must hear my heart beat. I grasped my carbine, but did not dare cook it, but lay motionless, though resolved if they did see me, to assume the defensive. Two of them now began skimming the deer, and when they had finished and a good bed of coals was burned in the stove, they each began roasting the meat in small alms on sticks—eating it as they roasted it. As they sat there, I was expecting each instant that some of them would spy out my frying-pan which I had stood up to drain behind the stove. Near an hour must have passed in stove blazed up, and I had a glimpse of the creature as it lay across my legs. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as, judging from the rustling, I thought it out of striking distance, I bounded to my feet and jumped on one of the benches. But the blaze had now gone out, and it was dark again. Before I could light a match and some splinters which I cut off the bench with my knife, the reptile had retracted out of sight; and though I now beat about the shanty in all the corners, I could not discern its whereabouts. There was a partial loft in the shanty, consisting of six or eight loose boards laid on the beams; and not to run the risk of the snake's creeping in upon me again, I now got up here with my carbine and blanket, and once more composed myself for the night. I had been lying up there half or three-quarters of an hour, I think—for the touch of that snake had so worked on my nerves that I could not at once go to sleep—when a murmur of low voices accompanied by muffled footsteps caught my ear; and rising on my elbow in some alarm, I saw five dark figures step, one after the other, through the open doorway of my shanty. They spoke, and the moment I heard their voices inside I knew they were Indians. You will readily believe me that I would have paid well to have been beyond the reach of the perils that environed me. One of the redskins throw down something heavy on the ground, which proved to be the caress of a deer, or a buffalo-calf; and then another struck fire and they soon had a blaze going in the stove. The light flared around, and I expected every moment they would look up and copy me. It seemed as if they must hear my heartbeat. I grasped my carbine, but did not dare cook it, but lay motionless, though resolved if they did see me, to assume the defensive. Two of them now began skimming the deer, and when they had finished and a good bed of coals was burned in the stove, they each began roasting the meat in small alms on sticks—eating it as they roasted it. As they sat there, I was expecting each instant that some of them would spy out my frying-pan which I had stood up to drain behind the stove. Near an hour must have passed in stove blazed up, and I had a glimpse of the creature as it lay across my legs. At length, to my infinite relief, it began to slide on again; and it was with a throb of gratitude that I felt it glide away. As soon as, judging from the rustling, I thought it out of striking distance, I bounded to my feet and jumped on one of the benches. But the blaze had now gone out，and it was dark again. Before I could light a match和some splinterswhichIcutoffthebenchwithmyknife,thereptilehadretractedoutofsight;andthoughInowbeatabouttheshantyinallthecorners,icouldnotdiscernitswhereabouts.Theaussenthepartialloftinthenastyconsistingofsixor-eightlooseboardslaidonthebeams;andnottoruntheriskofthesnake'screepinginuponmeagain,theabundancegotdownpeapedinstantlyatlengthtwohoursafterthemonth.Intoduringtherewasnothingpossiblethosereconnoietherewouldfartherfromthecityauthoritiesfromgivinguspermissiontolaywiresbuttheyarebuttingagainstawall.Theirdaysarenumbered."Thelightswhichwentoutlastwinterburnnedalittlewhileandthenwereusedonlyforexperimentalpurposes.Someofthemissed900hoursbutothersonlyafewdays.Theywereabandonedandthebamboofibersubstituted."ThechorusofabuseandridiculewhichgrewtheminJanuarylast,"he says,"inducedhimtoworkwithoutnoise."Thedetailsarenowperfected,andhesealmostaspositiveofhissuccessashewaseightortenmonthsago.-DetroitPress." "Ah,hah," said Jawkins，cheerfully，ashefoundapaperof finecutin.thepocketofhisoldfallovercoat."Ah,hah!Congratulatemeonmy suddenaccessofforchewin'."—BurlingtonHawkys。 this way, which seemed an age to me; and the five of them all the estable portions of the door. Then they lighted their pipes, and sitting on the benches round the stove, smoked and told stories and laughed as heartily as I ever heard a party of whites. One story had in it an expression that sounded, as the redskin said it, like check-wet, check-wet, milli-chit-wit, repeated every few minutes as he went on narrating; and as often as he used the expression the others would burst out laughing unproariously. All this time I dared not so much as stir for fear the boards would creak. Finally, after they had smoked and told all the stories they could think of, they loosened their belts and prepared to lie down. One of them went to the bunk, but had hardly stretched himself out on it, ere he leaped out with a low, deep exclamation. All the others sprang up in a moment. I thought to be sure they had discovered or heard me now, and was just on the point of cooking my carbine to shoot when I heard the snake rattle. The reptile had crawled into the bunk, and the Indian had lain down on it. No wonder he jumped out. In a trice one of the others lighted a splint; and then laughing, they poked the bunk, till the snake raising its head, struck at the muzzle of one of their guns. With that, another of them instantly pinned it down with a piece of board; when a third snatching it up by the tail, severed the reptile's head completely, at one snap, as with a whip. Then they laughed again, and after entting off the "rattle," threw the body of the reptile out. But instead of lying down again, two of the Indians took their guns and went out. I listened intently, but could not determine, from their softly-moccaised feet, which way they went. They did not come in again, and soon the other three lay down. It was now very dark in the shanty, and I resolved that if the redskins went to sleep, I would escape somehow. For if I remained till daylight, they would hardly fail to discover me. After a time the hard breathing of first one, then another, of them assured me they were falling asleep, and pretty soon one of them began snoring loudly. Now for the first time for at least three hours, I ventured to turn over and stretch out my cramped legs. Yet, though I felt certain they were all three sleeping, I doubted if it would be possible to get down off the boards Trained Sheep Dogs The interest of the majority of the visitors at the sheep show again centered in the sheep dog trials. The dogs entered in the puppy class were called out, and the first to start with a flask of sheep was "Fannie," twelve months old. She had been in the country but two weeks, having been purchased by Mr. T. S. Cooper, of Coopersburg, with a lot of Southdown and Oxfordshire-down sheep, which are imported, and worked yesterday by Lord Walburgh's shepherd, who came over with the sheep. The dog worked remarkably well and kept the sheep together as well as it was possible for a much older animal to do, and it was thought by the judges that she was competent to enter the class for all ages, and compete with any of them. After a partial failure by two dogs it was decided to show the spectators what good dogs were capable of doing, and "Tweed 2d," "Tom," and "Ocar" were called for. "Tweed 2d," owned by Dr. J. W. Downey, came first, and took ten sheep around the course without a break and penned them. Some disatisfaction was then expressed, it being said that she shepherd and not the dog did the driving, so the sheep were again brought out and started around for the second time, and the dog was allowed to do the work. The sheep were taken around in a bunch, not a break occurring, and were penned by the dog amid applause. The next exhibition was by Chas. Pugh's dog, "Tom," the judge stating that they wished to see a flock divided and driven about in a zigzag way to show how the dog could herd sheep. Five sheep were taken out of the pen and were driven by the dog through the field to the east end, where, at an order from his master, he turned them, and then followed an exhibition of dog intelligence which it is difficult to imagine could be excelled. Pugh walked from one side of the ring to the other, and by a motion of his hand, let the dog know in what direction he wished the sheep driven, and his instructions were carried out to the letter. The dog made no noise, but with his tail between his legs, would quietly but quickly, approach the sheep, which seemed to watch his every movement closely and go in any direction he indicated naturally and without fear. This was repeated over and over again. Pugh then stood up in the center of the ring and directed Tom to bring out five more sheep. Without a It was now very dark in the shanty, and I resolved that if the redskins went to sleep, I would escape somehow. For if I remained till daylight, they would hardly fail to discover me. After a time the hard breathing of first one, then another, of them assured me they were falling asleep, and pretty soon one of them began snoring loudly. Now for the first time for at least three hours, I ventured to turn over and stretch out my cramped legs. Yet, though I felt certain they were all three sleeping, I doubted it would be possible to get down off the boards without waking them up. I then thought of trying the roof, which was close to my head. On pushing against it with my hands, I found that the slabs were not nailed on very securely. Creeping along, I tried first one, then another. I could start them up off the rafters, but they creaked, and but for the heavy snoring which the Indian made, I never could have accomplished it. Timing my efforts to his breath, I would push up when he drew one of his snores, and in that way blended the creaking of the old rusty nails with his nasal music. At length, I pushed one slab free and turned it back on the others, upon the outside. The next one I got off a little easier; but on attempting to turn it back as I had the other, it commenced to slide off the roof, and to my horror fell down to the ground with a loud clatter. The snoring stopped. I thought I would be discovered now, and clutching my carbine, held my breath, expecting they would all three leap up with a whoop. But though I heard them turn and stir, they did not wake; and soon the snoring one was breathing heavily again, louder than ever. Now that I had the two slabs off, there was just about room enough for me to crawl out. As softly as possible I did so, and getting down to the eaves, swung off to the ground and stole on tiptoe away. Sliding down the bank where my mule was, I unfastened and re-packed him, and then looking out a path up the side of the gully into the trail, went on as fast as I could lead him. But my perils that night were not yet over. A late moon, now on its last half, was just rising in the southeast, but the trees and bushes still shadowed the trail. After going half or three quarters of a mile, I crossed a bridge over the creek, built, in the palmy days of "Caswell's Hollow," of half logs split in the center, and supported on posts eight or ten feet high, set in the creek bed. I had proceeded a few rods only beyond this bridge, when the mule suddenly pricked up his ears and stopped short. I glanced ahead and at first saw nothing; but continuing to look sharply—for the mule was peering intently along the trail—I caught sight at length of two Indians coming rapidly toward us. No doubt they were the ones who had left the shanty the evening before. They had not sighted us. Dropping to the rear of the mule, which stood stock-still as a post in the trail, I sounded back to the bride and jumped down to imagine could be excelled. Pugh walked from one side of the ring to the other, and by a motion of his hand, let the dog know in what direction he wished the sheep driven, and his instructions were carried out to the letter. The dog made no noise, but with his tail between his legs, would quietly but quickly, approach the sheep, which seemed to watch his every movement closely and go in any direction he indicated naturally and without fear. This was repeated over and over again. Pugh then stood up in the center of the ring and directed Tom to bring out five more sheep. Without a moment's hesitation he trotted up to the pen and when the bars were removed started the sheep out and herded them with the five he had been working in the center of the ring, and after bringing them all back to the start took them around the track without a break, and repeated at the command of his master the tactics he had gone through with the flock of five, and penned the whole number amid cheers. The dog "Oscar," owned by T.S. Cooper, was then brought out, and went through the trial of herding the five and ten sheep as the previous dog did, but not in as quiet and easy a way. He understood perfectly what was expected of him, and carried out his instructions strictly, being directed by a wave of the hand, but being penned up all day he was naturally frisky when he got out, and did not equal his performance of the previous day, although he pleased the spectators, and after penning his sheep was the recipient of applause, which he appeared to take in a very philosophical manner. Philadelphia Dispatch. Intellect in Brutes. The Central Prison at Agra is the roosting-place of great numbers of the common blue pigeon; they fly out to the neighboring country for food every morning, and return in the evening when they drink at a tank just outside the prison walls. In this tank are a large number of fresh-water turtles, which lie in wait for the pigeons, just under the surface of the water and at the edge of it. Any bird alighting to drink near one of these turtles has a good chance of having its head bitten off and eaten, and the headless bodies of pigeons have been picked up near the water, showing the fate which has sometimes befallen the birds. The pigeons, however, are aware of the danger, and have hit on the following plan to escape it: A pigeon comes in from its long flight, and as it nears the tank, instead of flying down at once to the water's edge, will cross the tank at about twenty feet above its surface, and then fly back to the side from which it came, apparently selecting for alighting a safe spot which it had remarked as it flew over the bank; but even when such a spot has been selected the bird will not slight at the edge of the water, but on the bank, about a yard from the water, and will then run down quickly to the water, take two or three hurried gulps of it, and then飞 off to repeat the same process at another part of the tank till its thirst is satisfied. Diamond Values. A "diamond expert" having nothing better to do the other day, got hold on a Chicago Tribune reporter and has some fun with him. He told him that many of the so-called solitaires are made of single stones and put together for the American market; that nine diamonds out of ten sold in this county try are the refuse of the European market, nearly all being off color, specked or "feathered," and having spoken these words he went his way, and chuckled inwardly on reading his chaff in this next morning's paper. A writer in Jeweler's Circular says no diamond marks of pieces glued together are known to trade. They could be so easily detected that there would be no sale for them. It would be mechanically innable to make them so as to hide their jointure, which would impair their luster, and by intercepting the light interfere with the harmony. American diamond-buyers are the most critical Europeans, and London dealers make it point to select the most brilliant and costly gems. An English dealer at Centeennial Exposition discovered American women to be such good judges; precious stones that his stock cooled very unfavorably with the good American exhibitors. The idea that off-colored, specked, or feathered diamonds can be sold at a flotitious value is absolutely ridiculous. Diamonds like gold have an absolute market value they never become second-hand; but good diamond is always fresh and new. There are a few old mine diamonds in market because the old mines longer yield them and they have bought up and remain as heir-looms old families. But the mines date have yielded just as pure or brilliant diamonds as did ever since "sport" may palm off on a very customer a low grade diamond for pure gem, but those people who do such persons instead of regular dancers must take their chances. The Rival Landlords. Peek's Sun tells this story, which are free to say, we should not believe if we had read it anyway. During the high water at Prudu Chienhue House was full of guests; the water was up to three o'clock story, and they could not get a catch fish for their board. There a fish-pole out of every window; Williams had a corner on fish-bait; had a place where he could dig wet and no one knew where it was but... The Rival Landlords. Peck's Sun tells this story, which are free to say, we should not believe if we had read it anyway. During the high water at Prudhchion, the Dousman House was of guests; the water was up to the end story, and they could not get a Williams, the proprietor, made catch fish for their board. There a fish-pole out of every window, Williams had a corner on fish-bait, had a place where he could dig we and no one knew where it was but self. It was said to be a touch sight to see him go around to different rooms with an old oyster and sell angle-worms to the traveller. The guests finally struck buying worms. They opened the doors and let the fish in the room then chased them under the beds caught them in the wash-bowls. Traveling man says Williams is less. A mud-murtle came along roosted on the second-story wall, and Williams pushed him off the water, because he hadn't any gage and wouldn't pay in advance. Some of these stories against Willie are told by Col. Johnson, at the house here, who is down on William account of some game played Hot Springs; we believe they "John Pot." Williams says he the mud-turtle away because he threw it did not dare unleash, though remeasure, to assume the begun skinning the head finished and a blaze going in heated around, and sent they would heart beat. I must did not dare unleash, though remeasure, to assume the men expecting each of them would spy which I had stood up move. I have passed in posts eight or ten feet high, set in the creek bed. I had proceeded a few rods only beyond this bridge, when the mule suddenly pricked up his ears and stopped short. I glanced ahead and at first saw nothing; but continuing to look sharply—for the mule was peering intently along the trail—I caught sight, at length of two Indians coming rapidly towards us. No doubt they were the two who had left the shanty the evening before. They had not sighted us. Dropping to the rear of the mule, which stood stock-still as a post in the trail, I sound back to the bridge; and jumping down into the nearly dry creek-bed, took refuge under the bridge. For as much as ten minutes I heard nothing of the two redskins. I supposed they had spied the mule and were reconnoitering, thinking rightly that there was some one, or more, whites, not far off. But at length I heard them coming up to cross the bridge, conversing in low tones. They crossed the bridge and went on for some distance, with the mule. I ventured to take breath again. But a moment after I heard one of them coming stealthily back. He came on to the bridge and stood there for some moments; then, as if an idea of my whereabouts had suddenly come to him, he got down on his hands and knees and peeped over the ends of the logs. The instant he fairly showed his arm and head, I fired the carbine, which caused him to leave in terror, probably wounded. I knew the report of my carbine must have waked the three Indians whom I had left at the shanty, and that I should soon have all of them after me. So the instant I had fired, I ran from under the bridge, down the creek, for two or three hundred yards, then climbed the bluff on the east side. As I went up the bank, the redskin back at the bridge uttered a savage yell and sent a bullet into the gravel beside me. This salutation I did not stop to return, however, but took to the pines; and I made such good time through them and over the gravel hills, that before eleven o'clock that forenoon, I was back at "Turner's Washout."—Youth's Companion. Coiffures are not quite so low in the back as they have been, but the tenderness is to plain and flat, not to buffy dressing. Locked In.—They have an improvement in Pullman cars in England that would not be very popular here. The cars are kept locked. A fortnight ago on the Midland Railroad a Pullman train ran into the Liverpool & Manchester train in the Blessamoor Tunnel. There was the greatest confusion. No one could be found to open the doors. The guard was hurt and the imprisoned passengers tumbled about in the intense darkness, not knowing what had happened. If the cars had taken fire, as they likely would have done in winter, the horrible situation of the caged inmates can be better imagined than described. What is the difference between a fixed star and a sun? One is a sun, the other a dartter. The Rival Landlords. Peck's Sun tells this story, which are free to say, we should not believed if we had read it anyway. During the high water at Prudhchion, the Dousman House was of guests; the water was up to the end story, and they could not get a Williams, the proprietor, made catch fish for their board. There a fish-pole out of every window, Williams had a corner on fish-bait, had a place where he could dig we and no one knew where it was but self. It was said to be a touch sight to see him go around to different rooms with an old oyster and sell angle-worms to the traveller. The guests finally struck buying worms. They opened the doors and let the fish in the room then chased them under the beds caught them in the wash-bowls. Traveling man says Williams is less. A mud-murtle came along roosted on the second-story wall, and Williams pushed him off the water, because he hadn't any gage and wouldn't pay in advance. Some of these stories against Willie are told by Col. Johnson, at the house here, who is down on William account of some game played Hot Springs; we believe they "John Pot." Williams says he the mud-turtle away because he threw it did not dare unleash, though remeasure, to assume the men expecting each of them would spy which I had stood up move. I have passed in posts eight or ten feet high, set in the creek bed. I had proceeded a few rods only beyond this bridge, when the mule suddenly pricked up his ears and stopped short. I glanced ahead and at first saw nothing; but continuing to look sharply—for the mule was peering intently along the trail—I caught sight, at length of two Indians coming rapidly towards us. No doubt they were the two who had left the shanty the evening before. They had not sighted us. Dropping to the rear of the mule, which stood stock-still as a post in the trail, I sound back to the bridge; and jumping down into the nearly dry creek-bed, took refuge under the bridge. For as much as ten minutes I heard nothing of the two redskins. I supposed they had spied the mule and were reconnoitering, thinking rightly that there was some one, or more, whites, not far off. But at length I heard them coming up to cross the bridge, conversing in low tones. They crossed the bridge and went on for some distance, with the mule. I ventured to take breath again. But a moment after I heard one of them coming stealthily back. He came on to the bridge and stood there for some moments; then, as if an idea of my whereabouts had suddenly come to him, he got down on his hands and knees and peeped over the ends of the logs. The instant he fairly showed his arm and head, I fired the carbine, which caused him to leave in terror, probably wounded. I knew the report of my carbine must have waked the three Indians whom I had left at the shanty, and that I should soon have all of them after me. So the instant I had fired, I ran from under the bridge, down the creek, for two or three hundred yards, then climbed the bluff on the east side. As I went up the bank, the redskin back at the bridge uttered a savage yell and sent a bullet into the gravel beside me. This salutation I did not stop to return, however, but took to the pines; and I made such good time through them and over the gravel hills, that before eleven o'clock that forenoon, I was back at "Turner's Washout."—Youth's Companion. Coiffures are not quite so low in the back as they have been, but the tenderness is to plain and flat, not to buffy dressing; LOCKED IN.-They have an improvement in Pullman cars in England that would not be very popular here. The cars are kept locked. A fortnight ago on the Midland Railroad a Pullman train ran into the Liverpool & Manchester train in the Blessamoor Tunnel. There was the greatest confusion. No one could be found to open the doors. The guard was hurt and the imprisoned passengers tumbled about in the intense darkness, not knowing what had happened. If the cars had taken fire, as they likely would have done in winter, the horrible situation of the caged inmates can be better imagined than described. What is the difference between a fixed star and a sun? One is a sun, the other a dartter. Life is as a slave where all are written; from time to time,the sponge of repentance ever order to begin to sin now. Old-Time Commerce. In the New York Weekly, in June, 1768, was the following notice: "For London—The snow 'Mercury,' Counselor Height, master, has greatest part of her cargo on board, and will sail, wind and weather permitting, on Saturday next (25th June, $709). For freight or damage apply to said master on board, or to Henry Van Vleck, or to Samuel Broome & Co. N. B.—Said S. Broome & Co., have received by said vessel a parcel of choice Cheshire and Gloucester cheese, hose, shoes, blankets, shot, corks, Scotch snuff, men's castor hats, ditto felt, nutmegs, sealing-wax, silk kneepatens, large and small Bible texts, Dilworth's spelling-book, and young man's best companion, iron and brass jewaharps, penknives (Barlow and other sorts), and brimstone by the hogshead. Also Connecticut beef and pork." The Weekly had a jolly time when such an arrival came. It announced that Captain Haight spoke such and such vessels at sea, saying nothing of his vessels name, as though he was the only captain in port. Then the heading — "Thursday morning last arrived here the snow 'Mercury,' Captain Haight, eight weeks from London. We have the following fresh advises:" Of course such articles only appeared about June month. By the way, a "snow" in those days, was a vessel of three masts, rigged much as a barque is now. In the advertisements of that time, every one had "Just imported in the 'Mercury,' Capt. Haight," and "to be sold cheap" by John Hammeraby & Co., Isaac Low, Peter Goolet and others, and by Mary Phillips, then the great milliner of the city. When Capt. Haight sailed again, crowds came to take leave of him, when his ship went down to the "Watering Place." John Broome, the junior of the firm, lived at 6 Hanover square, his residence being above his store. On one occasion a customer had been buying goods, and after a settlement had been made, he took him up stairs, where they had a glass of wine. A plane was a rarity in those days. The gentleman asked what it was, and Mr. Broome kindly called on one of his daughters to play a tune for the merchant visitor. He listened with evident delight, but appeared uneasy, as though conscious that something was expected of him. When she had finished, he pulled a half-crown out of his pocket, and laid it before her. She was surprised, and did not know what to say or do until Bank of Anaheim, CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. S. H. MOTT PRESIDENT R. P. SEIDERT, CASINO. DIRECTORS: H. MANURY, K. F. SPENCER. S. F. SHIBERT, S. H. MOTZ, O. S. WITHERBY. This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and Sells Exchange and Currency, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. CORRESPONDENTS: Pacific Bank, San Francisco; First National Bank, New York. Drafts, Letters of Credit or Postal Orders issued on banks in the principal cities in all European countries. Tickets entitling the holder to passage from New York to the several ports of England, France or Germany, or from any port in those countries to New York via the Hamburg American Passed Company, sold at regular rates. Return tickets at a reduction. Certificates entitling the holder to passage on railroad from San Francisco to New York, or vice versa, issued at the established rules. Persons in Anaheim or vicinity desiring to sent to any point in the countries named for any relative or friend can purchase tickets here and forward them to the proper person by mail. FIRST NATIONAL BANK LOS ANGELES. Diamond Values. And expert" having nothing to the other day, got hold of Tribune reporter and had him. He told him that he so-called solitaires are white stones and put together American market; that nine out of ten sold in this county of the European marble being off color, specked red," and having spoken these matters his way, and chuckled at reading his chaff in the King's paper. A writer in the peculiar says no diamonds made together are known to them could be so easily deceived would be no sale for would be mechanically immeasurable them so as to hide which would impair the ability intercepting the light, with the harmony. Americanayers are the most critical in London dealers make it affect the most brilliant and An English dealer at the Exposition discovered Americas to be such good judges of stones that his stock com- unfavorably with the goods on exhibitors. The idea that specked, or feathered diagonal sold at a fictitious value rarely ridiculous. Diamonds have an absolute market value; they become second-hand, but a bond is always fresh and new. A few old mine diamonds now because the old mines no old them and they have been and remain as heir-looms in cities. But the mines of recent yielded just as pure and diamonds as did ever the Golcoonda. Occasionally a palm palm off on a verdant low grade diamond for a but those people who buy persons instead of regular deal-take their chances.—Detroit The Rival Landlords. Sun tells this story, which, we do say, we should not have if we had read it anywhere during the high water at Prairie, the Dousman House was full; the water was up to the secrecy, and they could not get away, the proprietor, made them for their board. There was little out of every window, and had a corner on fish-bait. He once where he could dig worms, one knew where it was but him-lived at a Hanover square. On one occasion a customer had been buying goods, and after a settlement had been made, he took him up stairs, where they had a glass of wine. A piano was a rarity in those days. The gentleman asked what it was, and Mr. Broome kindly called on one of his daughters to play a tune for the merchant visitor. He listened with evident delight, but appeared uneasy, as though conscious that something was expected of him. When she had finished, he pulled a half-crown out of his pocket, and laid it before her. She was surprised, and did not know what to say or do until she caught the eye of her father, which said take it, and she did so. The worthy captain sailed backwards and forwards, making his three voyages (six trips) a year, between London and New York, and doing well at that. He continued to do so, till war was declared in 1776. In 1763 New York contained a population of 13,040, of which 2,272 were black, many of them original slaves brought from Africa, and as black as the ace of spades.—George Hedrick, in Vox Populi. "Society" Ladies and Drink. The love of strong drinks, says the London Truth, appears to be increasing among the educated women of our day. During the season just past, instances of this were so frequent as to lead to the conjecture that a kind of epidemic of drink was pervading those classes of society in which culture, position, and the possession of every comfort of life would appear to be a sufficient guarantee against so degrading a vice. "Society" ladies, in fact, live too much upon excitement not to suffer from the inevitable reaction. For a few months in the year they endure continued fatigue in treading the social mill, and for the remainder they are a prey to ennui. They try the first dose of chloral as an experiment. "My eyes look so dull and heavy this morning. So-and-so says chloral is such a capital thing; I think I'll try it." In this case, as in that of rouge, it is not "the first step that costs." It is easy enough. But, from being an experiment, it becomes a practice, and from a practice it develops into a necessity. It is no longer servant, but master. My lady has her half-pint of champagne about an hour after breakfast, another at luncheon, a glass of liquor instead of afternoon tea, a regular sequence of wines at dinner, and brandy in her post-prandial coffee. 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