anaheim-gazette 1893-03-23

A RACE FOR LIFE. Talking about hairbreadth escapes and looking over the back fence into eternity, said the man from Kentucky, when the applause which had followed the Arkansas drummer's bear story had subsided. Well, it didn't turn my hair white, but time has since. You all know, he continued, that I am a Kentuckian by right of birth, but you are not all aware that I was born and reared within a mile of this very spot in which we now sit. Such is the fact, however. What I am going to tell you happened away back in the sixties. I was just grown up, as straight and tough as a hickory sapling. We lived at the base of a considerable hill which rose toward the east and stretched its narrow ridge onward for a mile or two. Not 200 yards from our door old Isaac Johnson built a modest cabin and brought his family down from Illinois. Dudley, their only boy, was just about my age, although not endowed with like endurance and strength. A warm friendship soon sprang up between us, however, and we spent many hours together in the woods with our rifles. It was near the end of May, I remember. I had been idle for some weeks, and idleness, you know, just at that season, breeds restlessness in superabundance. I had often heard of the great Mammoth cave, a few dozen miles distant, and I became convinced that the geological formation of the hill in the rear of our home indicated that another huge cave must surely exist under the green turfed mound, for in the valleys which lay at its feet I found numerous sinks from which gurgling brooks usually burst, or from which the warm breath the internal caverns floated up like the smoke from some mountain wigwam. I soon confided my conjecture to Dud Johnson. We talked the matter over and decided that on the following day we would begin a series of systematic explorations. The succeeding day, which was bright and clear, though unusually warm, found us setting out with all those few hundred yards seemed innumerable miles, with the floods swelling behind us and the ominous roar overhead gathering volume. Now and then one of our candles would go out, and we were forced to stop and relight it from the one that still burned, as our matches were all wet and useless. At last I stood in the chamber next the fatal barrier. What a moment of suspense, of dread, I suffered while waiting for Dud to come up! I hastily scanned the walls of this the highest ceiling available, and my heart sank as I saw the unmistakable signs of overflow on every side and overhead. Dud soon joined me, mud begrimed and panting. He looked the fiend incarnate dragging himself forth from his home of ooze and filth. But I did not laugh as my terrified gaze rested on his pale and troubled face, you may be sure. I remember feeling a great pity for him, however. Tremblingly we advanced a few rods and came upon the wall, but, lo, no exit was visible! Now it was concealed by a small pool with a swift maelstrom that swallowed, with evident gusto, those bits of wood and leaf which came near its hungry gullet. Weak and overcome with excitement, we sat down on a little knoll, and with the protruding eyes of doomed men watched the steady up crawling of the stream, so different from the song whispering brook of an hour ago. The awful silence was oppressive, while the heavy darkness gathered on every side as if to extinguish our feeble lights. Both of our heads were hastiless, and a small stream of crimson trickled from Dud's forehead—a wound that he had received from a jutting rock or some obstacle overhead. The situation was terrifying. I was almost certain that death was inevitable, but singularly enough my whole attention was centered on my miserable companion. I gazed steadily at him, wondering what his thoughts must be, and if all his past life was hurrying before him in review, as I had often heard it said men's lives would do when death seceded inevitable. Silently and steadily, like some great yellow serpent, the brook crawled into the narrow chamber and colled fold on fold. We had already moved back to higher MISCELLANEOUS Best Cure All disorders of the Thy Lungs is Ayer's Cherry Pectoral. I one bottle cured me. For the years, I have used this prepar good effect whenever I take it and I know of numbers of keep it in the house all the considering it safe to be w J.C.Woodson,P.M.,Forest Cough "For more than twenty-fifteen was a sufferer from lung tended with coughing so severe as to cause hemorrhage, then frequently lasting three or four years was induced to try Ayer's toral, and after taking four thoroughly cured."—Frank Clay Centre, Kans. La Grippe "Last spring I was taken in grippe. At times I was prostrated, and so difficult breathing that my breast confined in an iron cage. I bottle of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral no sooner had I began take relief followed. I could not the effect would be so rapt cure so complete."—W.H. Cook City,S.Dak. AYER'S Cherry Pectoral Prepared by Dr.J.C.Ayer & Co. Bold by all Druggists; Price $11; Prompt to act,sure our home indicated that another huge cave must surely exist and the green turfed mound, for in the valleys which lay at its feet I found numerous sinks from which gurgling brooks usually burst, or from which the warm breath the internal caverns floated up like the smoke from some mountain wigwam. I soon confided my conjecture to Dud Johnson. We talked the matter over and decided that on the following day we would begin a series of systematic explorations. The succeeding day, which was bright and clear, though unusually warm, found us setting out with all the necessary paraphernalia—candles, matches, a rope, etc. We had poked around in every crack and cranny, and near noon, having lost all hope, I was about to call to Dud, who had wandered off up into a little skirt of wood, when a faint shout reached my ears. I hurried off in the direction whence the voice seemed to come, and was soon standing on the brink of what appeared to be the mouth of our much sought after cavern. Away down in the bowels of the earth I could see the yellow flare of Dud's candle and faintly discern his outline as he bent forward, peering out into the darkness before him. The descent to his position was easy, and filled with joy I was soon beside him. The sweet dampness, the sepulchral stillness and the constantly trickling drops that fell from the beaded ceiling thrilled me with strange delight. We soon scrambled down from the precipitous ledge on which we stood and began to grope forward, our candles flickering fitfully, as if in danger of being blown out at every step. We had not proceeded twenty paces however, in the black winged darkness when we came upon a solid adamantine wall barring our way and seemingly ending our journey. However, after looking around for some time, we decided that we could pass under the obstruction just over the brook, which flowed serenely from beneath its firm breast. The place was very narrow, and to accomplish this resolve we had to get down on our hands and knees in the water. We didn't mind that somehow, and were soon elated to find ourselves in an opening as large as if not larger than the first chamber that we entered, although not nearly so high. From this room we pressed on through a smaller aperture, which gradually assumed the proportion of a passage, dangerous with jutting rocks and dubious windings. On we hurried, following the tortuous stream that ran pure and pellucid from the immense cave which we assured ourselves must be just ahead. I can never forget the effect of the low, sweet murmuring of that little brook, loudly audible for the very absence of other sounds. We found it terribly warm work crawling over rough faced rocks and squeezing through narrow openings; consequently we every now and then halted to rest. I can't say how long we had been floundering about in the sand and water—for we still held the course of received from a jutting rock of some obstacle overhead. The situation was terrifying. I was almost certain that death was inevitable, but singularly enough my whole attention was centered on my miserable companion. I gazed steadily at him, wondering what his thoughts must be, and if all his past life was hurrying before him in review, as I had often heard it said men's lives would do when death seemed inevitable. Silently and steadily, like some great yellow serpent, the brook crawled into the narrow chamber and colled fold on fold. We had already moved back to higher ground once, and now it was inching up about our feet again. Our heads were against the highest part of the rock roof, so it would be better to keep our places than to move back to a more trying position which would be no safer. To my dying day I shall never forget the feelings that crept over me at the water stole up along my body cold and slimy. It seemed that I was being gradually swallowed by some foul monster. The submerged portions of my body seemed severed from the trunk, while sure death enveloped me. A sensation of insufferable closeness almost choked me, while the very helplessness of the situation added a thousand terrors. Dudley sat as one in a profound stupor, one hand grasping the two inches of tallow yet left, his other scraping pitiously along the rough wall, as though seeking an exit for its petrified owner. For my part I became strangely quiet after a time, while a sense of indifference possessed me. A sort of resignation to the inevitable, I suppose, for the floods continued to press upward. Our shoulders were now just above the waters, while my hand grew so weary of holding the candle that it seemed as if about to sink below the surface despite my every effort. Neither of us had spoken for some time, when Dudley suddenly turned to me. "I can't stand it any longer," he said simply. "Tell them goodbye at home for me if you ever get out," and he rose as if to launch himself forward. I saw his object at once and reached out to grasp him. "Hold on, Dud," I said; "I don't believe it is going to get any higher." "It doesn't make any difference," he repeated. "We both can't live long in this small space anyhow," and he sank from view. I felt him touch me as he rolled over, and I clutched at his body to lift him to the surface, but it escaped my grasp and a succession of bubbles told me that further effort was useless—he was drowned. His candle had of course gone with him, and I questioned whether it would not be best for me to extinguish my own, since it was fast exhausting the oxygen that was an absolute necessity to my life. But I could not decide to snuff out that feeble light. It was almost like life itself. I cannot describe to you my feelings as I sat a hundred feet underground, with only a breathing space of five or six feet about my head, the water at my chin and the cold form of my dead companion at my feet. It seemed as if On we hurried, following the tortuous stream that ran pure and polluted from the immense cave which we assured ourselves must be just ahead. I can never forget the effect of the low, sweet murmuring of that little brook, loudly audible for the very absence of other sounds. We found it terribly warm work crawling over rough faced rocks and squeezing through narrow openings; consequently we every now and then halted to rest. I can't say how long we had been floundering about in the sand and water—for we still held the course of the stream—when a low, roaring reached our ears. A waterfall we at once surmised, certain that a miniature but beautiful Niagara was just before us. Gathering new energy we pushed rapidly forward, and had gone a dozen rods perhaps when the roar, which perceptibly gathered volume, seemed to curiously shift itself into a position immediately overhead, but we did not expect sounds to obey the laws of nature here. After traversing another dozen rods or so we suddenly noticed that the swelling brook was running muddy and bore a few twigs and dead leaves on its hurrying surface. Strangely enough, we were not in the least alarmed, for we thought it was merely a landslide ahead, and concluded to push on toward the goal of our hopes. But as the water grew rapidly deeper and muddier I suggested that we should halt a moment, and forcing a small stick in the bank just at the water's edge we watched the rising floods creep up, up about and over it, an inch perhaps in four or five minutes. Dud looked up at me. "It's raining outside," he said, and his face was as white as a sheet. The horrifying truth burst upon us simultaneously. Our affright was mutual and our flight precipitous. It was a race for life—we must reach the opening before the stream could fill it and cut off our only exit. All along, as we retreated, I noticed on the low colling-trash and leaves deposited, even the highest points bearing this positive evidence that at times the whole cave was completely overflowed. Pellmell over rocks in water we tore; but hurry as we would, the muddy, angry waters still preceded us, swelling and surging between its narrow banks. Now we came to an unusually low point and found the water about our necks as we stopped to pass along. I was in the lead, and though I set a telling pace Dud in his fright managed to keep up. hubbles told me that further effort was useless—he was drowned. His candle had of course gone with him, and I questioned whether it would not be best for me to extinguish my own, since it was fast exhausting the oxygen that was an absolute necessity to my life. But I could not decide to snuff out that feeble light. It was almost like life itself. I cannot describe to you my feelings as I sat a hundred feet underground, with only a breathing space of five or six feet about my head, the water at my chin and the cold form of my dead companion at my feet. It seemed as if this mental torture lasted for hours, when lo, a great joy seized me—the flood had ceased to rise. But its abatement must be far swifter or I would perish miserably from mere exhaustion. In half an hour the water sank so low that I managed to get under the rock, and with loudly beating heart saw once more the bright, sweet light of day. It was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and I found that a tremendous rain had fallen, which accounted for the torrent in the cave. I hurried off to the village as fast as my stiff limbs could carry me and told my story. A score of men went back with me and recovered the body of my comrade. In that fearful race for life he had saved mine at the cost of his own.—A. B. D. in Short Stories. A Martyr to Duty. Husband—Aren't you going to church today? Wife—No. I am not feeling well. Husband—Then call a messenger boy and send him. The family must be represented.—New York Weekly. Nature's Surrest Ally. If nature did not struggle against disease, even in weakly constitutions, swift indeed would be the course of a malady to its fatal termination. While nature thus struggles, let us lost worse befall us, aid her efforts with judicious medicinal help. Experience must be our guide in battles with disease, and that "lamp to our feet" indicates Hostetter's Stomach Litters as a safe, tried and thorough ally of nature. If the blood be infected with bile, if the bowels and stomach are inactive, if the kidneys fail to expel impurities of which they are the natural outlet, a course of the Blitters is the surest reliance of the sufferer, one moreover that is sanctioned by professional indorsement and use for nearly half a century. No American or foreign remedy has earned greater distinction as a remedy for and preventive of chronic liver complaint, malaria, constipation, kidney and rheumatic trouble and debility. For chafing, itching, poison oak, sunburn scalds, burns, etc., use Farmers' Healing Liniment. For sale by W. M. Higgins, druggist, Anaheim, Cal. Best Cure For All disorders of the Throat and Lungs is Ayer's Cherry Pectoral. It has no equal as a cough-cure. Bronchitis "When I was a boy, I had a bronchial trouble of such a persistent and stubborn character, that the doctor pronounced it incurable with ordinary remedies, but recommended me to try Ayer's Cherry Pectoral. I did so, and one bottle cured me. For the last fifteen years, I have used this preparation with good effect whenever I take a bad cold, and I know of numbers of people who keep it in the house all the time, not considering it safe to be without it." J. C. Woodson, P.M., Forest Hill, W.Va. Cough "For more than twenty-five years, I was a sufferer from lung trouble, attended with coughing so severe at times as to cause hemorrhage, the paroxysms frequently lasting three or four hours. I was induced to try Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, and after taking four bottles, was thoroughly cured." — Franz Hoffman, Clay Centre, Kans. La Grippe "Last spring I was taken down with la grippe. At times I was completely prostrated, and so difficult was my breathing that my breast seemed as if confined in an iron cage. I procured a bottle of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, and no sooner had I began taking it than relief followed. I could not believe that the effect would be so rapid and the cure so complete." — W. H. Williams, Cook City, S. Dak. AYER'S Cherry Pectoral Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. Bold by all Druggists. Price $1; six bottles, $5. Prompt to act, sure to cure TRANSPORTATION. SOUTHERN PACIFIC COMPANY. (Pacific Systems) Commencing... MONDAY, DECEMBER 19, 1892, Trains will leave Anaheim as follows: 2:23 A.M. (DAILY) LOCAL, PASSENGER train for Buenas Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Whittier, Los Angeles and way stations. 8:13 A.M. (DAILY) LOCAL, PASSENGER train for San Juan Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Los Angeles and way stations. Confections at Los Angeles with Passenger Trains for Colton, Redlands, Riverside, San Bernardino, Long Beach, San Pedro and Santa Barbara. Also-with "San Francisco Express" for San Francisco, Sacramento and Second Class for the East via Ogden. 10:40 A.M. (DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY) LOCAL, Passenger Trait for Miraflores, Orange and Santa Ana. 3:13 P.M. (DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY) LOCAL, Passenger Trait for Edna Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Los Angeles and way stations. Confections at Los Angeles with Passenger Traits for Californios, Foothills, Riverside, San Bernardino, Long Beach, Redlands, Rio Grande, San Pedro and Santa Barbara. Also-with "Sunset Express" for San Francisco, Sacramento, Portland, Or., and First Class for the East via Ogden. 5:58 P.M. (DAILY) LOCAL, PASSENGER TRAIN for Miraflores, Orange and Santa Ana. 6:17 P.M. (DAILY) LOCAL, PASSENGER TRAIN for Miraflores, McPherson, Tustin and way stations. OVERLAND TICKETS SOLD Sleeping Car Berths Secured AND Full information regarding transcontinental routes formatted on application. Parties can arrange to join the SEMI-MONTHLY FAMILY EXCURSIONS Over the Sunset Route by corresponding with T. A. PARLING, Agent, DEPOT... Or, J. M. Crawley, Astt, Gen. Pass. Agt., 144 South Spring street, Los Angeles. RICHARD GRAY, General Traffic Mgr. Gen. Paso, Agt. San Francisco, Pacific Coast Steamship COMPANY Goodall, Perkins & Co., General Agents, San Francisco. NORTHERN ROUTES. En embrace lines for Portland, Or., Victoria, B.C., and Puget Sound and Alaska, and all coast points. MISCELLANEOUS T. J. F. B.C. Wholesale and Retail Wines, Liquors and KEEPS ALWAYS ON A COMPLETE Of the Finest Wines, Liquor WINES AND BY THE KEG, GALLON ORDERS by Mail Promptly GOODS DELIVERED FREE Opp. S. P. Depot, ANA A. HENDE BLACKSMITHS. HORS All kinds of Farming Implem General Jobbing Dor FULL Anaheim Ph Here we are again presenting a mo AYER'S Cherry Pectoral Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. Bold by all Druggists. Price $1; six bottles, $5. Prompt to act, sure to cure City Stables, A. L. Lewis & Co. ANAHEIM Center St., Opp. Kroeger's Block. Proprietors, THESE STABLES ARE THE BEST VENTILATED and most commodious in the town, and special attentions will be paid to boarding and grooming horses the charge in all cases will be reasonable. Single and Double Teams furnished at short notice, and careful drivers, familhip with the country, supplied when required. The stratage of the public is respectfully solicited. STATE— CITRUS FAIR. ...NEW PAVILION AT... COLTON Covering nearly an Acre, opens Wednesday Morning, March 15th. $3,000 CASH PREMIUMS. For premium lists, rules, space or exhibits and privileges, apply to J. S. WOOD, See'y, Colton, Calif. 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Formick: Mowers.—DLEY PLOWS. A Full Line of Extras for all Machinery sold hept k. All Kinds of Farming Implements. TS, SURRIES, PHAETCNS, CARTS AND ALL OTHER Busch & Hannon, 146. 148. 150. 152 Angeles Street, Los Angeles, Cal. Company EALERS (Depot) EIM. Wommer & Halpin Draying, Trucking, Express AND A GENERAL Transfer Business Sewing Machine Supplies, Etc. Corner Los Angeles and Chartres Streets. JOSEPH BACKS, DEALER IN FURNITURE Repairing Done. Funeral Director. Store in Backs Building (next to irrigation district office), Los Angeles street. BOSTON BAKERY. Stephen Kistler, PROPRIETOR... FRESH BREAD, PIES, CAKES, ETC. For parties and bails furnished on short notice. Wedding cakes and cakes for parties a specialty. Fresh Bread Delivered to all parts of Anaheim and vicinity. Fountain Saloon Old Franklin County Whisky direct from the U.S. bonded warehouse. Anaheim Bottled Beer ! BY THE BOTTLE OR DOZEN. For Sale by N. HART At Fountain Saloon, Anaheim. ED MORGAN, PROPRIETOR Anaheim Wine Rooms ON LOS ANGELES STREET Choice Wines ! FINE LIQUORS ! Cigars, Cigarettes, Chewing Tobacco Ice-cold Beer Always on Draught ED MORGAN. FRITZ RUHMANN'S New Place. BACKS' NEW BUILDING. LOS ANGELES STREET. KEEPS CONSTANTLY ON HAND A LARGE AND Wommer & Halpin Draying, Trucking, Express AND A GENERAL Transfer Business. Leave orders at office, on Center street. All orders given prompt attention. Hay and Coal for Sale BANK OF ANAHEIM CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. PLEZ JAMES...President GEORGE V. HORR...Cashier BOARD OF DIRECTORS: E. F. SPENCE, W. H. MABURY W. K. JAMES, S. H. MOTT, P. JAMES. This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and Sells Exchange and Currency, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. CORRESPONDENTS: First National Bank, Los Angeles. Farmers and Merchants Bank, Los Angeles. Pacific Bank, San Francisco. First National Bank, New York. DRAFTS, LETTERS OF CREDIT OR POSTAL orders issued on Banks in the principal cities of 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 Packet Company sold at regular rates. Return tickets at a reduction Certificate, entitling the holder to passage on railroad from San Francisco to New York, or vice versa, issued at the established rate. Persons in Anaheim or vicinity desiring to send to any point in the countries named for any relatives or friend can purchase ticket here and forward them to the proper person by mail. Cigars, Cigarettes, Chewing Tobacco Ice-cold Beer Always on Draught ED MORGAN. FRITZ RUHMANN'S New Place. BACKS' NEW BUILDING. LOS ANGELES STREET. KEEPS CONSTANTLY ON HAND A LARGE AND COMPLETE stock of fresh liquors, wines and cigars. Cold beer always on draught. The patronage of the public solicited. Roman Wisser. Finest of Wines, Liquors & Cigars Pool & Billiard Tables Schindler's Building, Center Street. ANAHEIM BREWERY. F. CONRAD, PROPRIETOR. LAGER BEER! FURNISHED BY THE BOTTLE OR 5 or 10-Gallon Keg ICE FOR SALE! 1 Cent Per Pound.