anaheim-gazette 1888-01-12

VOLUME XVIII. LOBBY MEETINGS. MARKIN LODGE, NO. 27, P.O. A.M. hold regularly meetings on the land in and around improving lagoon areas and handling are especially invited to attend. THEO. REISER, W. M. W. B. GAMMAUM, Secretary. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. RILLARD, A.R., K.B. AND SURGEON. and Dr. Barry part of Phantom Hotel. HOUSE. and 500 to 1,200 p.m. D. C. DENIST. Will be in his halls on Thursday, Friday RICHARD MELKOWE, KEY ATLAW. I HAVE FOR SALE FINE HOMES, WITH OTHER SEMI-TROPIC FRUITS; also all kinds I make a specialty of the Land country. This land cannot be excused land lies within limits of the frontier with an Everlasting Abundance of Wet land to all parties desirous of seeing Correspondence Solicited Postoffice Box 55: And 114 West First PIERCE & L. GENERAL LAND AGENT PIERCE & L GENERAL LAND AGI We will sell land belonging to 01 lots and prices to suit purchas buy, sell, rent and care for the. PIERCE & LITTLEFIELD. ANAHEIM, Cal. ANAHEIM LAND BUREAU. LANDELL & SCHNEIDER, Anahcim Hotel Building, - Anaheim, Cal General Agents for Gilt Edge Real Estate in and adjacent to Anahcim, consisting of the finest and most desirable business and residence property, improved and unimproved. ORANGE AND VINEYARD LANDS To be had in Southern California, at indignments second to none on the market. Branch Office at Whittier. McDuffee Bros. & Co., REAL ESTATE BROKERS. GILT - EDGE PROPERTY In Anaheim a Specialty. 16 S. SPRING ST. LOS ANGELES. H. D. POLHEMUS, REAL ESTATE AGENT, H. D. POLIHEMUS, REAL ESTATE AGENT, Postoffice Block, Anaheim, Cal. Walnut orchards and Orange Groves in full bearing. Also unimproved lands in irrigating district and artesian-water belt. From five acres upwards. Prices extremely low. Terms easy. Correspondence Solicited. FOR SALE: A FINE RANCH OF 320 Acres. Twenty-three miles from Los Angeles; 34 miles west of Anaheim; directly between two railroads, with Southern Pacific R.R. station immediately at the south corner, and the Atchison and Topeka R.R. station within three-fourths of a mile of the north corner. Good house of six rooms on first floor; hard-finished; large open attic. Two large barns; stalls for over a dozen horses. Wagon and tool sheds. Six artesian wells, all flowing. Six miles good five-board fence. Forty acres in bearing Muscat grapes; 50 acres in Alfalfa; 115 acres in Barley the last season; 10 acres in Oats; 25 acres around house in fruits of all kinds, such as Oranges, Lemons, Apricots, Apples, Pears, Etc.; an abundance of shade trees; 70 acres in pasture, and 10 acres in corrals. TERMS:—$200.00 per acre; One-third Cash; One-third in 1 year and one-third in 2 years, with interest at eight per cent on the unpaid portion. For further particulars call on or address any of the real estate agents of Anaheim, Los Angeles county, California. INSURE YOUR PROPERTY IN THE OLD Hartford Fire Insurance Company. Dr. J. S. Cardiner Agent. (BUYER TO HICHARD WEISBER) IT WAS A CLOSE CROSS for Sharon, Mackay and Baldwin. In Attempt to Wreck an Excavation Train, and the Remainder of Generals Visited upon the Trimline It all depended upon a man's nerva. Life lives depended on his pluck, and he prevailed, but his reward was small. The following story, now published, the first time, illustrates the slenderness of the thread that supports the sword of life, ocles, and also incidentally a peculiar railroad management. In the fall of 1878 Senator Sharon, Larry Baldwin, Senator Mackay and over a hundred other good (though less known citizens came within an ace of being killed). They did not know it at the time, and probably do not now know how near they were leath. An attempt, however was made to rock the east bound express train on which they were crossing the continent, which would undoubtedly have succeeded but the coolness and self-control of a secret hand. The railroad company kept the matter a secret, and the facts of the case had never been told until now. The attempt was made at Percy station, a small place forty miles west of Laramie City. At this point the rolling prairies, which extend west from Omaha, cease, and the broken, hard country which still farther west becomesoothills of the Rocky mountains, begins. One time Percy was known as a lawless, deviate place, where human life was held very cheap. It was also known as the headquarter of a gang of desperate loses, several months of which had been connected with The railroad company kept the train never been told until now. The attendant was made at Percy station, a small place fifty miles west of Laramie City. At the outset the rolling prairies, which extend from Omaha, cease, and the broken country which still farther west becomes withdrawn of the Rocky mountains, begins. One time Percy was known as a lawless, deviate place, where human life was held very cheap. It was also known as the headquarter of a gang of desperate losers, several members of which had been connected with the James gang of Missouri. The leader of the gang was a small man known as Broussard George. His right name was George Brown. On the night of the 5th of last October he was taken from the jail in Carbondale, a small town a few miles from Percy, and escaped before dying, and in hope that his life might be spared. Vernon confesses to attempt to wreck the Union Pacific train, and also gave the names of his mines confederates. His confession, however, did him no good, as he was the last of the gang. All the others had been killed in different parts of the west. This is the story of the attempted wreck and its consequences. Ten miles east of Percy, on the top of a divide which separates the Medicine Bay country from the valley of the Platte, is situated a section house. It is occupied by two horses and six men. One morning in the fall of 1878 Ambrose Gregory, one of the hands, was told to walk into Percy and order some precautions. Immediately after his breakfast he started on his tramp along the railroad track. He had arranged his departure so that arrive at Percy at the same time as the east bound express train, on which he intended to return to the section house. Gregory was an experienced railroad hand, and as he walked his eye along the railway to see that all was well. Suddenly, when five miles out from Percy, the whistle with which he had been cheering his lonely walk died away in a gasp, and his heart gave a great throb. There was something wrong with the rails. He was about to stop and examine closely, when he saw something flash in the sage brush, some fifty yards ahead of him. He at once realized that his heart was covered by a Winchester fills, and if he hesitated he was a dead man. He resumed his whistle and kept on walking. His mouth was so dry he could hardly make a sound. Still, he knew if he stopped he would be shot, so all the time he was saying to himself the rails had been tampered with, but now? Then he saw a thin black limb extending from the end of a rail out into the sage brush. Everything was clear to him then. He kept on whistling, never changing his pace. For fifty yards every spike has been drawn from the ties. The blue line he had noticed was a wire, the other end of which was held by the desperadoes hidden in the brush. When the train approached, their purpose was to displace the rails, and then in confusion of the horrible wreck which must cause, to rob the dead and dying passengers. All this flashed upon Gregory's mind as a revelation. He also realized that he was being closely watched, and it was absolutely necessary for him to appear to have noticed nothing. His mouth became so dry it was impossible for him to keep on whistling. He tried to sing a slave of some old song. He found that to be also out of the PASTURAGE! For Horses and Cattle, ON THE THOMAS EDWARDS RANCH, TWO miles southwest of Westminster, in JAMES MOSS. KELLOGG BROS., Real Estate AGENTS. Having sold our store we are prepared to devote our entire attention to the Real Estate business. H. C. KELLOGG, Civil Engineer and Surveyor. Baled Hay! FOR SALE! WIELAND'S Beer. AT GADES. the bravest man get on one in a foggy or stormy night, and go plunging through the darkness, not knowing what minute he might run into something, it would make his heart beat faster, to say the least. Now, if one of you ladies" — "Pahaw!" interrupted a pretty, little woman in a black silk, "I've ro'e with my husband hundreds of miles, and run the engine, too." "Save I," said another, "Solve I," said another, "Solve I," chimed in a chorus. "I was going to tell," said the speaker, as soon as this little tempest had abashed, "how I was running at the rate of thirty-five miles an hour, near West Liberty, Ia. Right near me were two horses on the track. Horses are the meanest things in the world to encounter. They always run right ahead of you, and don't jump off one side. Right ahead of me was a bridge, I knew it allowed up I would strike them right on the bridge at a slow rate of speed and probably be ditched. I hoped to catch them before they reached it, so I didn't slack up at all. I caught them right on the bridge and lifted them right out of it, dropping one on each side. At another time I was taking the pay-car and a special with a small engine. On a bridge right ahead stood a woman. I did everything a man could do to stop, clinched my teeth and waited. The engine struck her and she shot straight up into the air about twelve feet, and then was thrown about sixty feet." "Was she dead?" some one asked. "Dead as she will be ten years hence," was the grim reply. Of all the experiences which the engineers relate, snowplowing seems to be the one most dreaded. They are gone sometimes a week, plunging through the snow, at times entirely covered by an immense drift. When the surrounding cold cools off the steam the engine comes to a stop where it happens to be—"dies." On some roads it is customary to pay by the mile, whether the track is clear or covered with snow-drills. One engineer tells of being out in the snow for twenty-four hours and receiving 30 cents for his work. A. D. Springer hails from Colorado. He took the first train ever Vett Paas, eighty-five miles south of Peebleh on the Denver and Rio Grande. The snow there lies frequently in winter five feet on the level, and drifts into banks twenty five or thirty feet deep. The train operators are often engaged fifty six hours at a time plowing snow. Their food in much cases is brought to them on snow-horse." "I have been on such an ammonia," said Mr. Springer, "twenty hours at a time without eating." Everything was clear to him then. He kept on whistling, never changing his pace. For fifty yards every spike has been drawn from the tie. The black line he held noticed was a wire, the other end of which was held by the desperadoes hidden in the brush. When the train approached, their purpose was to displace the rails, and then in the confusion of the horrible wreck which must cause, to rob the dead and dying passengers. All this flashed upon Gregory's mind as a revelation. He also realized that he was being closely watched, and it was absolutely necessary for him to appear to have noticed nothing. His mouth became so dry it was impossible for him to keep on whistling. He tried to sing a slave of some old song. He found that to be also out of the question. When he had gone some distance beyond the part of the track where the spikes were drawn he stopped, his pipe from his pocket, and after lighting it, resumed his journey. In telling his experience afterward Gregory said the hardest trial of all came when he felt that the villains behind him and might at any moment send a bullet into his back, and yet he was not to look around. When at last he fell he was beaten to the reach of the gun that he knew to be aimed at him, his knives knocked together and he sank exhausted by the rowlance. How long he remained there did not know. He suddenly thought that it he failed to reach Perey before the express train, which only-stopped long enough to take on mail bags, he might not be able to make the engineer stop the train, and then the wreck would be inevitable. He sprang to his feet and began to run toward Perey. Just as he reached the outskirts of the town he heard the whistle of the approaching express. He knew he was in time and slackened his pace. When he reached the depot he took the station master aside and told him what he had seen. Soon the passengers of the express, which was, as course, held, began to inquire about the cause of the delay. They were told that a hot box would keep two trains for an hour. In the mountains two hand cars, one loaded with tools and workers and the other with heavily armed men, under the command of Deputy Sheriff Bob Welawfield and Bob Vincent, were sent to the place where Gregory reported the desperades were lurking. As the two hand cars reached the top of the hill which commanded a view of the track for some distance, a man was seen to rise and deny from the large brush on the crest of the next hill. He immediately fired a pistol in the air, and then made off across the country. When the hand cars reached the point from which the man had fired they saw a cavalcade of horsemen dispersing in the distance. The track was quickly put in order, and the men returned to Perey. At first it was decided to organize a large party and command the desperades, but a telephone was received from the officers of the road; ordering that the matter be dropped and as little said about it as possible. Willow field and Vinegant, the two Deputy Sheriffs, however, had warranted in their possession for Big-Nosed George and several members WAS A CLOSE CALL Mr Sharon Mackay and Baldwin. Attempt to Wreck an Express Train, and the Komankle Venom Visited upon the Criminals. Following story, now published at time, illustrates the slenderness of road that supports the sword of Dam and also incidentally a peculiarity of行政管理. The fall of 1878 Senator Sharon, Lucky, Senator Mackay and over a hunter good (though less known citizens) within an ace of being killed. They know it at the time, and probably now know how near they were to An attempt, however was made to the east bound express train on which are crossing the continent, which undoubtedly have succeeded but for illness and self control of a section. The railroad company kept the matter, and the facts of the case have been told until now. The attempt at Percy station, a small place west of Laramie City. At this rolling prairies, which extend west tahoe, ceasan, and the broken, hilly which still farther west becomes the Rocky mountains, begins. At Percy was known as a lawless despace, where human life was held very It was also known as the headquartering of desperate loses, several memphis had been connected with the of the gang. They, therefore, determined to pursue the men alone. They armed themselves heavily and started in pursuit. They overlooked the dispersions in the Elk mountains, but were deceived by race and both were killed. The villains mutilated the bodies in a most shocking manner so give the impression that the murder was committed by Indians. Sheriff Faintosh, as seen as the crime was known, vowed vengeance upon the murders, and began a pursuit of them which terminated in October of this year, with the death of Big Noose George, the leader. Previously he had been instrumental in the capture and death of George Rezpath, Walter Owens and a desperado known as Pearless Jim. Two others became involved in a quarrel, which resulted in a duel that terminated fatally to both, and one died a natural death. ORIENTAL JUGGLING. A Magician Says They Are Delusions. Some of Their Most Famous Tricks Explained. Nothing Can Be More Simple Not a Qit of Magic In Them. Chicago, Tolleson "Most of the wonderful feats attributed to the jugglers of India and Japan existed only in the imagination of the tellows who told about them," said the magician Kellar. "I have seen everything of note in the juggling business that India, China and Japan can produce, and I have never seen the juggler yet who could throw a ball of twine in the air to form a sort of Jack and-the-bean-stalk ladder, and then chomp up out of sight and pull the string up after him, and stay out of sight until a companion fired a pistol and brought him down to earth in animal fragments, which presently come together." HIRAM HOWE'S NEPHEW Beats . Kentuckians, at Draw Poker. Although a Dwarf in Figure He Now no Lord of Nerve and is Always Rendy to Take a Hand at the Game New York Sites. Many frequenters of race courses and trotting tracks, as well as roadman who speed their horses along the Cooney Island Boulevard, are acquainted with Hiram Howe's nephew, Albert. Albert is a remarkable man. He is smaller and weighs less than Tom Thumb did when Mr. Barnum took Tom to Europa and made a fortand by exhibiting him. If it were not for a deformity that mare the symmetry of Albert's form he would be the most famous dwarf in America, if not in the world. Although he has reached the age at which the hair of some men begins to turn gray, he has the piping voice of a child; but when it comes to nerve he is the equal of any Long Islander who ever backed a horse or played an unlimited game of draw. He is well versed in horse love, and often talks about the performances of thoroughbreds and trotters from Boston and Flora Temple's time to the present day. He attends all the great races, and sometimes places more money on a horse than many club men who are looked upon as heavy betters. His judgment is so good that he generally carries more money away than he takes to the races, and he always dresses richly and in good taste. His chief enjoyment, however, is a quiet little game at cards. The railroad company kept the matter and the facts of the case have been told until now. The attempt at Percy station, a small place west of Larame City. At this rolling prairie, which extend west to Sahara, cease, and the broken, hilly which still farther west becomes the Rocky mountains, begins. At Percy was known as a lawless desertee, where human life was held very tight. It was also known as the headquarter of desperateoes, several memorials had been connected with the ones gang of Missouri. The leader was a small man known as Big George. His right name was George On the night of the 5th of last October was taken from the pull in Carbon, down a few miles from Percy, and before dying, and in hope that might be spared, Vernon confessed to wreck the Union Pacific and gave the names of his nine sons. His confession, however, did not lead as he was the last of the gang, Sharaf had been killed in different ways. This is the story of the wreck and its consequences: east of Percy, on the top of a which separates the Medicine Bow from the valley of the Platte, is sit in action house. It is occupied by a man. One morning in the fall embraces Gregory, one of the hands, to walk into Percy and order some immediately after breakfast on his tramp along the railroad had arranged his departure so that Percy at the same time as the express train, on which he in return to the section house, Gregory experienced railroad hand, and he cast his eye along the rails all was well. Suddenly, when out from Percy, the whistle with had been clearing his lonely walk in a gasp, and his heart gave a cry. There was something wrong with him. He was about to stop and slowly, when he saw something in sage brush, some fifty yards away. He at once realized that hisouvered by a Winchester rille, and then he was a dead man. He re-whistled and kept on walking. His dry he could hardly make a Still, he knew if he stopped he got so all the time he was saying the rails had been tampered with. Then he saw a thin black line on the end of a rail out into the Everything was clear to him except on whistling, never changing for fifty yards every spike bent from the ties. The black line red was a wire, the other end of it by the desperadoes hidden When the train approached, he was to displace the rails, and confusion of the horrible wreck caused, to rob the dead and dying All this flashed upon Gregory's revelation. He also realized that closely watched, and it was necessary for him to appear to have ingredient for him to keep on whistling to sing a stave of some old sound that he be able out of the Chicago Trail. "Most of the wonderful feats attributed to the jugglers of India and Japan existed only in imagination of the tellows who told about them," said the magician Kellar. "I have seen everything of note in the juggling business that India, China and Japan can produce, and I have never seen the jugger yet who could throw a ball of twine in the air to form a sort of Jack and-the-bean-stalk ladder, and then climb up out of sight and pull the string up after him, and stay up out of sight until a companion fired a pistol and brought him down to earth in anathema fragments, which presently came together and formed a living, antiquated man again... I tell you, honestly, I never saw that trick." "That's curious, too." "Yes; for everybody has read it. Candidly, between you and me, I do not believe it can be done. But I'll tell you a clever trick I saw a juggler in India do. "It is called big basket trick. The juggler explained to the spectators that he was going to kill his little boy, and asked them to choose a spot on the turf in the open air where he might perform the trick. He sat himself at the chosen spot, his apparatus being a basket with a hinged lid, a little boy and a sharp sword. He were nothing but a bracelet. The spectators closed around in a circle so that no one could get in or out without detection. The juggler put the child in the basket, closed the lid and mattered an incantation. Then he seized a large while cloth he had to readiness, throw one end over the basket and tasted the other end to his waist by tucking it down under the bracelet, leaving a portion hanging down below his knees. Then he drew the sword and plunged it through the basket. As the child's agile screams broke forth the man drew out the sword all dripping with blood. Again and again he plunged the sword through the basket; the child's screams growing fainter and fainter, until they ceased altogether. The juggler asked that the basket be examined. It was opened and found empty. A gleeful about was heard, and the company looking in the direction whence it came, saw the juggler's child perched on the limb of an adjacent tree. "That trick puzzled me," continued Mr. Kellar, "but I determined to fathom it should it cost me half my estate. I bought up the juggler—I paid him two rupees (about $1) to show how it was done here now. When the juggler is in the act of spreading the cloth over the basket the youngster slips out under cover of the cloth, crashes under the juggler, grasps a strip about the man's waist and draws himself up between the juggler's legs. The cloth hangs from man's waist holes the child. The child, of course, is well trained, and from his unsuspected retreat, atters the necessary piercing abricks at the proper moment. A concealed bit of sponge saturated with red liquid produces the blood stain. When the spectators rush forward to look into the basket—the boy slips from his hiding place and climbs up on nearest tree like a squirrel." "Did you ever try this trick?" "No; it can only be done with the Indian juggler's contenu—the brenchout." He islander who ever backed a horse or played an unlimited game of draw. He is well versed in horse love, and often talks about performances of thoroughbreds and trotters from Boston and Flora Temple's time to the present day. He attends all the great races, and sometimes places more money on a horse than many club men who are looked upon as heavy betters. His judgment is so good that he generally carries more money away than he takes to the races, and he always dresses richly and in good taste. His chief enjoyment, however, is a quiet little game at cards. They tell a story at Hiram's about several horsemen from Kentucky who stopped at the roadside hotel after a visit of inspection to the thoroughbreds at Sheepshead Bay. While partaking of refreshments a curious ramstorm came on that made them rejoice that they were well sheltered. "Let's have a game of draw, to pass away the time," said one of the party. Three others were ready to chip in, but the man who proposed to play objected to skating down with less than five. "I guess Albert will join you," remarked a silver haired turfman whose dollars run up into the million. "Who is Albert?" impaired the Kentuckian. "There he is," replied the turfmad, pointing to the bearer who sat with his lock to the party, gazing at a horse picture on the wall. Albert turned round at this, and it modest way said that his had no objection to join the party. The voice struck the Kentuckian's car with astonishment, and Albert's size made the poker-player's eyes expand with wonder. "We don't want to play with a boy," he exclaimed. "You will find him man enough," said the silver haired turfman, with a look of confidence at Albert. The game was soon in full blast. The Kentuckians made the cards sail roundthe table silently and rapidly. Albert tilted his little Derby down over his forehead to shade his twinkling eyes, shudling and dealing definitely when it came to his turn. He lost his lives and tens like a little man in no casual boots he made in the opening half-hour of the play. Then luck began to purr in his favor. Within an hour he made his losses good and was nearly $300 ahead. The Kentuckian who had objected to playing with the boy had lost more than the others. Feeling a little nettled, he proposed to raise the limit from $10 to $100. "Bark is within," said Albert. They played on with fluctuating luck. Albert at times increasing his stock of velvet until one of the party opened a jack pot for $20. All went in but one of the party. In the drawthe man who was laying for Albert called for one card. Albert took three and other players two each. The boy had next to last say. The first van chipped in $20, and the second raised him $10, which Albert saw. Then last man said: "I'll raise you $100, my boy." This drovethe other two out. The boy peered at his antagonist and then placed $200 onthe pile,sayinginacoolway:"Iwasyour$109andgo$100better." Everything was clear to him about whistling, never changing for fifty yards every spike he from the tie. The black hose was a wire, the other end of which by the desperadoes hidden. When the train approached, he was to displace the rails, and confusion of the horrible wreck caused, to rob the dead and dying. All this flashed upon Gregory a revelation. He also realized that closely watched, and it was abolished for him to appear to have ing. His mouth became so dryable for him to keep on what he wanted to sing a slave of some old sound that he had gone some distance part of the track where the drawn he stopped, took his pipe, and, after lightning it, recurred. His experience afterward Gregory hardest trial of all came when the villains were behind him and moment sent a ballet into his head he was afraid to look around, he fell he was beaten at him, locked together and he sank in recoil. How long he did not know. He suddenly it failed to reach Percy between train, which only stopped to take on the mail bags, he able to make the engineer stop then the wreck would be imple sprang to his feet and began Percy. Just as he reached the town he heard the whistle of express. He knew he was blackened his pace. When he spotd he took the station master him what he had seen. Soon the express, which was, or began to inquire the cause of them were told that a hot box train for an hour. In the hand cars he heard the whistle of express. He knew he was blackened his pace. When he spotd he took the station master him what he had seen. Soon the express, which was, or began to inquire the cause of them were told that a hot box train for an hour. 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In the draw the man who was laying for Albert called for one card. Albert took three and the other players two each. The boy had next to the last say. The first man chipped in $20, and the second raised him $10, which Albert saw. Then the last man said: "I'll raise you $100, my boy." This drove the other two out. The boy peered at his antagonist and then placed $200 on the pile, saying in a cool way: "I am your $109 and go $100 better." The Kentuckian hesitated a moment, and then throwing up his hand asked: "How old are you, my boy?" Thirty-nine next birth lay," piped Albert. The Kentuckian had drawn to a bab tail flush. Albert held a pair of eights. Best Diet for Summer. Terrestrial tool has of late become very popular with Brooklynites; said a local restaurant recently: "Why? Because in summer a man doesn't need no much blood producing diet as he ones in winter. The proper diet for hot weather to milk, bread and once a day, if a man works hard, a little meat won't hurt him. Nothing is more heating to the blood than beef, and he who wishes to be cool in summer will avoid it. Yes, I admit that many men can't drink milk, but these men have weak stomachs and in consequence don't enjoy life. Let me tell ya, young man, when one has dyspepsia I have had it life is not worth fighting lot. Am Iured? Well, I should say you want to know what effected the cure, elo! Claim juice, not clams, mind you, but the juice as it comes from the clam when opened. If it were possible I would have claim juice bottled and sold as a cure for oxyepenic. It never fails to do the work. "Hambler" in Brooklyn Eagle. A Mistaken Idea. There is an idea believed in the minds of altogether too many that it is mean or close or stiny for one man to drink anything when friends are within call without asking them all to join him. This altered sentiment has its corollary in the lure of the friends thus treated who assume that they will each and all be considered mean unless they at once reciprocate the treat by treating the original trenter to another drink. The vulgar commercial quid pro quo element which is thus forced into this tiring known as social drinking is in his if much more deserving of the epithet mean than the thing which it is supposed to avoid. Nevertheless, it is a custom, and is yielded to by thousands of men, your g and eloighh Know better but are afraid of being misunderstood and irritated! they ignore it.-Kew Slaven Sulladana.