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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1885-8-27, Page 8A YOU I r OLKS. The True Start' of Hi -Diddle -Diddle• BR A. nen. Once upon a time a miller and hie wife Heed with their four children Ina pretty lit- tle cottage, clo.o to the mill, The water,. and the bridge, and the big mill -wheel were all in front of the cottage; and the green lawn sloped gently down to the water's edge. The water turned the wheel, and the wheel turned the mill ---mot all the mill, you knew—but only the millstone --and the mill ler turned cut the flour. The miner's soul, Jack and Ned, turned out the cow, and the little girls turned out the geese and ducks. At seven o'clock in the morning, the miller's wife turned everybody out of bed ; so that, if they had been turners instead of millers every onewould have knnownhie trade. Some- times, in the morning, the children didn't want to get up, and again, at night, they of, ten wouldn't go to bed, and Ned, who wan a smartboy, asked his brother what was the use of getting up when they had to go to bed again. Eta brother couldn'tanswer this but asked Ned that night, what was the use of going to bed when they lied to get up again.' They never quite understood how that waa, but it didn't trouble them much anyway, and they were a happy family and quite as contented as if they were as rich as their added to the many lea already knew. 8e Uncle Tom,. who bad late of money and no tat for a were the tris long time with bowed head, hie face tiaiidren. 7ihe little youn at gi �, bs lain. hands hia heart quivering, and, If ever they filet anything wrong—and 1 "I've said aaamy a tune," he acid, at last, "that it would be better if Danny did die be- fore he was old enough to know and feel his tether's shame. l suppose it is beat, but It is bard to bear after alt. My little Dan I" His Little Dan. Not all convicts in prison cella have hard- ened 'bearta.W e eo rct know of the trials and temptatlona, the. cruel want, the better needs of men who sometimes do desperate deeds. There le something pathetic in the life of ',every man within prison walls. It may be found in the story of a neglected and uneared-for childhood, or in a lifelong struggle with adverse fates. We untried souls ageless charitable than we should be to men whose daily We is one of dejection aud_disoouragement, in the midst of which they aim, The warden of a penitentiary tells the following touching story of a man eentenced to ten years at hard lator, for a crime in the committing of which there were many extenuating oiroumstancee. Hie name was Hixon. One day a letter Dame for him ' etl y add teasedin a Faman .s hand. The warden read it first, as wan hie duty. This was all there wag of it : "Den Join,—Our little Dan died to -day. The warden read the affecting message to Hixon. "Dan" was the convict', little boy, and "Mary" wall his wife. "What --what?" enid Rixom, "Danny dead ? Wee little Dan. ! No, no, no : It can- not be 1" But it was true, Another sorrow was It 'MB very seldom they did --the old miller took their part, and said they were only babies. But the boys did throve that were not quite right—and this was pretty often— then the mother took their part raying, that boys would be boys, So they all got along Tha man brake down again. A little later racy wen, and warn raver mere happy than he took a small photograph from hia pkat,. in the summer time when they could play carefullywrapped in time );gaper. Re gazed out et doors with Carlo, and amuse them, long and earneetly at it. The tears ran over selves all day long. In the summer, too, in We pale cheeks, and fell on the smiling, face the holidays. TJnoie Tom came every year to of the bay. He brushed them away with leo them, and when be appeared on the hie trembling hand, and gave the photo- bridge four pair of legs trotted off to meet graFh to the warden, him, and as many pair el arms offered to "That wet Danny," ha said. carry his travelling beg. This bag wee It wee the sunny little face of a boy about known to hold things to eat, and things el tore yeast old. A pretty boy he must have play with, and some that you could play with been, with the abort curia clinging cion to brat and eat afterwards, and others, that if his head, and the large bright eyea—now you eat first or bat fou would be sick after. forever closed, clewed to the knowledge of wards. But that nude no difiereuce : and the truth That he wax a convict',, boy. Uncle Tom wax a mann to be known and Ilk Surely it was better ao, for now that poni- ed by children right away. Re never failed tent convict tether may meet his little Den to Dome on the right day, and well never In the land where there is no knowledge known to forget any oua, or not to bring the nor remembrance of the alas that made very thing that was wonted. sorrowful our earthly live%. Well, one hot afternoon --the very day Tom was expected—the miller's wife said the would go to the village, and get some things for tea, and it the little girls were good they could have such a nice plate of strawberries out on the lawn wader the big, big tree; and that Jack and Ned cou'd have another, atter they brought home the cow. So the little girls clapped their hands twice, and said they would be goad, good; and mann ma went off to the village, after telling old Jane about the ttrawberriaa for her good children, Ja6k and Ned knew nothing of all thia, but they knew that Uncle Tom was coming, and that was enough for them. They had been around all day with Carlo, and not a cat or a rat or a dog dare put out its nose. "I wonder," says Ned, "what will uncle' bring me." "I don't -thew," say* Jack, "you are only a little boy, but he'll bring me something good I'm sure." "I want a train of cars," says the little fellow, " or a steamboat, and I moat have sugar Dandy." ",t/that would you do with a steamboat?" says Sack; " get him to give you a whistle,. or a horn." " I won't have no whistle," aaya Ned, in a shaky voice. I will have the best thing he brings, as I'm the littlest." "Yon area great baby," says Jack; "you should go over there with the girls underthe tree." But Ned wouldn't go and play with little girls, 4o both the boys deleted off toward the mill, and their father told them it was time to drive home the cow. Away both went with the dog barking ahead of them, and running and jumping in the look out for cats or anything that could be chased or worried, A little after sun -down old Jane came out of the cottage and crossed over the lawn to the big tree where there was a little table. She had plates and spoons and a dish with something fn it, and then the little girls walked over, not pretending to see Jane, and looking very serious. " I'm glad you've come to spend the even- ing," said MilIy, in a strange voice, to her sister, "as T sent mamma out to the village and was quite lonesome. Won't you sit doe n, and take off your things?" (TO BE CONTINUED') "No," id the Baptist deacon, " I don't approve of hose raoin', and when another member of the church becomes so godless as to tryand pass meon the road comin' home teem meetin', I feel it my'duty to the church tolet out a leettlelon thereins just to keep, him from puttin' hidtenst in earthly things." In Canterbury; England, the Other day, a curious braes box was dug, up. Its name and purpose was a mystery until, being opened, there was found insidethree buttons, a piece of tin, and a scrap of paper. Then they knew that it was an ancient contribu- tion box. ' While Edward T. Taylor, the seaman's friend, was delivering one of hie temperance ectures recently, a well-known drunkard present, disliking some of his remarks con• mewed hissing. Father Taylor turned the', attention of the audience to him, and then said in hia own peculiar way, as he pointed',I to him : " There is a red nose got into cold, water; don't you hear it hies-?', The Pain of Being Hnng. Dr. Taylor states that " death kern bang- ing appears to take pleas very rapidly, and without causing any suffering to the person." Prof. Tidy, also, ,peeks of the painless na tuts of death by banging; while Prof.1 lfaugbton, in hie paper read before the Sur- gical society of Dublin, saga tbat "the old system of taking a convict's We by euffeca- tion is inhumanly painful, uunecesearily pro• longed and revoltingto those whose duty it is to. be proeent," Thera who speak of the painless nature of death bystrangulatiou ar- rive at this conclusion from the feet that many caeca of auloide are not completely suspended, and that if they wished they could easily relievetheconstrictionby asaum,l ing the erect poature, and in other canes of'. recovery from attempted suicide by hanging there is no recollection of any Buffering It should be remembered, however, that there is ajgreat difference between the mental attitude of the suicide and one who is about to suffer the extreme penalty of the law. In the former case be is regardless, and perhaps also not verysensitive, of a little suffering, while in the latter every nerve is braced up to resist the inevitable result, Moreover, in these cases of recovery the loss of re- collection of suffering does not prove that there was none. It might alrnoat as well be said that, because in many cases of recovery from meningitis there was no remembrance of any suffering, therefore there was none. No doubt the pain in hanging can under no cironmetances be very acute, yet when we see a culprit heaving his cheat and almost raising the whole,,body in hie struggles for breatb, we must conclude that there is at least a considerable amount of 'mental tor- ture. THE ] [;OUSEUOLD • Woman's Work. It has long been proved, to woman's satis- faction, at least, that she is mentally man's equal, and with this knowledge, in many cases, hes come the desire to prove the equal- ity by persistently pushing herself into his function. Snob persistency goes a great way, in my mind tow: gds proving her ignor- ance and inferiority. Man and woman were created with dis- tinctive individual charaoterietice, but it is only when each recognizes this fact and acts in sympathy with it, that a perfect harmony is produced. There work leas distinct as there mental and physical peculiarities; but the nobler, grander work fella to the lot of woman., What can he more divine than the kern- ing and training of the human intellect. What privilege greater than that of making a refined and beautiful home, which night and should be a little centre of loveliness and joy! Is it any wonder we aro surprised and die - gusted to hear woman clamoring for more righte and higher privileges 1 But what is the came of all thin reetleesneee and foolish striving i We are convinced that the an- swer may be found in the ignorance of the efgnificanoe of her work, as designed by God and nature. To Appreciate this oorreotly she mutt poswes a knowledge of the taws of Phyalology and Psychology. Haw many a loving, devoted mother hal failed ID her home worle simply through ignorance cf these essentials. She does not understand bow largely bar childrenpartake of her men - tel as wellies physical teuhpereenont,nor fully appreciate her awful responsibility in their early training. She exerte herself to sup- ply their corporal needs, but giver no thought to their mental euvironmant. Howdifl'erentthia wauldbe if each woman understood the proper development of the child mind, and could intelligently direct and guide its unfolding ; properly determining what powers should first be brought in sat-' ' ity, and wisely and skillfully guiding them from Dna stage of development to another. Now, the teacher is expected to do all We and we, mothers, are so surprised that aur angelic children are found fault with, and e.*noot oonoelve what kind of a teacher it is that oompiains of their fancied mlademean• ore. Sorely she cannot understaud her luminous, and we feel It our immediate duty to Inform the School Board of the mistake and have matters righted. Out of the 16S hours in a week, the child- ren ere under the teacher's direct influence only about 30, and there are generally from 30 to 50 little ones to call for her thought and attention. What opportunity hail she for studying each individnal child so as to wisely determine hew to deal with it most intelligently! Almost none, compared with e mother's, and It le directly upon her that the reaponeibility rests. But many women will nay: "• We have no time to study our children or anything else, and we are not blameworthy for our lack of knowledge. It requires all our strength to perform the necessary work of life ; and as long as we are required to 4o tlgia we must give the mental training of our children to others." True, the domestic work of life must be done, far proper food and olothing are ab- solutely neceasary for our comfort. But after all, every woman may acquire wisdom if she can't be learned. It ie not so much what is read as what is thought of that makes the difference between intelligence and ignorance. With a proper system of management there are few women of to -day, who cannot find some time for reading and study. House work is of such a nature that ranch of it can be made mechanical. The hands may hold a broom while the mind absorbs or conceives a noble thought. Mothers are directly responsible for the proper development of their children's minds and no amount of work can excuse them from this, their highest, holiest duty. Ig- norance is not a thing to be lightly overlook- edehnd excused. It is a sin. Our educational papers are full to over- flowing of assertions concerning the teach- er's work, the teacher's duty, but little or nothing is said to the thousands of mothers, who are carelessly leaving the mental train- ing of their children to others, while they pursue the more important employment of adorning their bodies. We would not have one word less written for the teacher. It is impossible too highly to eatimlite the importance of his work ; but we would have the mothers of our land feel the responsibil- ity in the matter of education and arouse themselves to the sense of their most solemn of all duties, for the performance of which God will hold them directly accountable. SCIENTIFIC AND USEFUL. Orchids have been found in British Guiana 5,600 feet above the level of the sea, flourish- ing as in a garden. A chesnut tree at the foot of Mount Etna is thought to be the oldest tree in Europe. It is ninety-two feet in height and two hun- dred and twelve feet in circumference. The trunk is hollow and two carriages driving abreast can pass through it. The Medical Tournal states that a few handfuls of oommon salt thrown daily into closets, and an occasional handful into wash- basine, goes far toward counteracting the noxious effects of the omnipresent sewer gas. Two Troy men have invented a machine which, it is claimed, will practically revolu• tionize match -making. It has been operat- ed to make twenty-four thousand perfect matches in a minute, and its capacity is ex- peoted to reaeh;fifteen millions in ten hours. M. Percy, a Dijon astronomer, offers a novel explanation of the frequency of the earthquakes which have produced so .much disturbance on the surface of our planet of late. Hie theory is that they are caused, like the tides, by the attraction of the sun and moon. The Microscope a pretty experi- ment. Upon a slip of glass put a drop of liquid aurin chloride, or argentic nitrate, with half . a grain of metallic zine : in the auric chloride, and copper in the silver. A growth of exquisite gold and silver ferns w ill form beneath the eye, In the northern part of Nebraska an Irish colony, called Jackson, has been settled for twenteenine years, six of the colonists of which are worth from $40,000 to $90,000 each. They were very poor when they got there, and were so discouraged by the deso- late appearance of the prairie and the lone- liness and desolation, which affected the Irish so much that if they had the money they would have left. Fortunately they had not. They had come up by steamer from the Southern States, where they had been digging ditched. A full-grown man's heart, according to. Professor Huxley, should beat seventy-five times, and his lungsinhale fifteen times a minute. His skin should throw off eight- een ounces of water, three hundred grains of solid matter, and four hundred grains of carbonic aoid every twenty-four hours, and his weight should be one hundred and fifty- four pounds, Harvest -time in England. But ',bather .wheat is 30 or 60 shillings aquerter, whether the farmer drinks Sherr y or ie thankful for small beer, the harvest month'is still to many the beet of all the twelve, *There is a mellowness in the Aug. net air that is found in none of rte predecea- Bore, and can scarcely be looked for in that portion of the waning year which succeeds in. There to a°n inexpressible balminess in the golden morninga, and the long twilights of August soothe the mind as if the saunter- er 'among the corn, -dello were breathing some subtle ether. Flowers there are still inplenty. The wild mint etude " like a nymph levee -deep in water,,' and the purple levee strife shows its gorgeous spikes in the moist plaoos ander the hedgerows, while the lake and river pools, covered with the white water lilies, seem in plane as if they were little bite of a forgotten fairyland The midday sun may be sultry, but there are apples for the plucking, and before the last week comes the orchard will be laden with plums so juicy that, like Justine Shal- low's pippins, they are a fruit to be remem- bered, Still, the bright theta of May are gone, and the exuberant wealth of June blossome baa giren place to a display more befitting the sober times that are coming. The rush of leaf and bloom le no more. Old age with its seamen is afar off, Yet the slightly russet hue which. the foliage Is here sad there sunning and the reddening berries In pleoo of the gay flowers neem, . as it were, better lag keeping with the sedate - nese of middle age, There is a peace,` a quietude, a feeling of calm which la ipde- scribable. The very harvest moon seems lase inconatant thanthe morns which have gone befcri, The bfrde have not left us. lint they, like every other creature, recag, nine that in I ugust they ought to behave themselves leas ekittiebly than when the', cares of maternity were altbefare then, and the autumn dight was only a tradition of the bedgerc'ils. The thousntleea eongaters ereslient, Philomel is -stilt bare, but he slugs no longer, and seems, like the twitter. ing flocks of ntig-ante on the church roof, to be meditating a southward journey. Time ,rad a hundred other characteristiaa of her - vest -time are never likely to leave no, but the man who gained his first impressions of August thirty or forty years ago would nowadays have some diftiotlty in rooalling the familiar features of his youth. Where are now the ragged bands of Irishmen who crossed every autumn to reap the northern herve:dal Moat of them are now in Amerioa, orfn Australia—prosperous farmers, on their own at oount, let us. hope. For their former craft there is no longer any room. The hand sickle is now almost as obsolete as the one- atilted plow. The reaping machine has taken rte place, and ID a few years the read- er of Thomson may require the aid of the commentator before he can understand how " in form'd array the reapers save nor shrink for beat or toil, by emulation urg'd." The painter continues to portray the band of shearers stretching acroaa the ridges. In another generation the artist may be able to recognize the poetry of the reaping ma- chine, thethraehingmill, and the tedder and the silo, though the little curved hook, the wooden rake, the etalwart binder, and the bronzed harvester seem to our unedulated eyes the more plotnreegne elements of a picture. PEARLS OF TRUTR. A miser=y father makes a prodigal son. In tracing the ahade we shall find out the sun. Doubt indulged eoon becomes doubt real- ized A man must stand erect, and not be kept ereot by others. Mind and night -will meet, though insi- lence, like forbidden lovers. Argument, however excellent, will never cure the evil of the age. There le neo art whereby to find the mind's construction in the face. There are truths which are to be proved only by faith and feeling. A picture is an intermediate something be- tween a thought and a thing, Wron none bydoing injuries, or omitting g the benefits thee are your duty. Desperation will often suffice to fill the post and do the work of courage. There is hitt one C'eator ; all we can do is to collect and combine bit creations A friend is a being that is willing to bear with us In all our faults and failings. Teach your child to obey, and you will give him the moat precious letter that can be givento a child. Obedience lathe grand - eat thing in, the world to begin with. Fighting Death. The Greenvile Banner tells the following pathetic dory of a man fighting death, that he might live long enough to say good-bye to his wife, his best -beloved, but the effort was a vain one : Conductor Frazer, of the International and Great Northern Railroad, tried to fight off death a few hours in order that he might see his wife once more. He had been shot by a tramp, and had been taken to Tyler, Texas, in a dying condition. "Help me fight back this cruel death, boys, until my wife gets here," said the dy- ing man, cheerily. The doctors had already told him he could live but a few hours. With a calm courage he heard the verdict, and called all of his wonderful force to his aid in the struggle to live until his wife arrived. "Tell me exciting stories," he said to the boys around his bed, "for I must make this ram till she domes." And the boys did laugh and tell big stories, poor fellows, when their stout hearts were filled with sad regret. The hours sped rapidly by ; the merry voice of the conduc- tor grew fainter and fainter, but his cour- age never faltered. A telegram from hie wife, in answer to one sent to her some hours before, was brought into the room and read. She was coming on a special train, the road was clear- ed for her passage, and with lightning speed her train was annihilating distance. What a rape 1 A young woman in the full flush of love and a new life pitted against the king of terrors. The news nerved Frazer for a moment, and hie efforts to keep up were renewed. A little later another tele_ gram. "Old boy," whispered a brakeman, "she will be here in an hour," "Turn me over, boys," he said, It was done. He whispered to an attend- ant,- "Charley, I cannot run on this sche- dule--good-by 1" He WW1 dead. -rice. -- Between ordinary rain and thunder rain, L. Palmieri nays, the only difference isthe more abundant development of electricity in what has received the name of thunder rain. Generally the raining cloud must be regarded as a constantly flowing source of ele,,etrioity. There can be no lightning with- out rain and thunder. The so-called "har- vest lightning" is merely a distant storm, The sound of thunder cannot be heard be- yond 21 kilometers (about a dozen miles), while lightning is perceived at a far greater distance. Watching for a Wt. There ia, probably, no oountry on the face of the globe that affords a ria ex Sold for the hunter curd eportaman than Afrioa, "thegame" including allkinde of wild beasts, from the elephant down to the rabbit. The following extract from the journal of a recent explorer may give some Ides of what a keen sportsman may expect to nee In the Soudan; There being a moon, two of our party watched same heats by the water, perched more or leas uncomfortably on the brauchea of trees, in hopes of getting a shot :at eame anima], coining to drink. Oecaaionally, after watching in vain for a long time, a noise, as of some large animal approaching, is heard. To reach the water, it must para within a few feet of where you are sitting. From the noise it makes lu the buehea, it must be large game. At lent the unknown animist steads out in the moonlight; and it ies only a hyena, after all 1 Such was their fate that night, but soon afterwards they heard a trauma. does crashing through the jungle, which sat every nerve tingling, Thor, felt sure the noise could be aaufad by nothing lest than a herd of hutIeloaa, end that was indeed the case. The animals, however, got their wind, and went off at a gallop, with their thirst unquenobed. For some time longer they welted, in hopes. either that they would return, or soma other herdmake its appearance, or, per. chance, that a tingle bull.buffelo:night visit the pond; for often the largest and fiercest bulla eeparatethenraetveafram the berd, and wander about alone. None, however, ar- rived, ltlephanta, rhinoceri, giraffes, pan- thers, crocodiles, baboons, and sorra of other beasts were prowling around, but, on- fortnnately, were not thirsty that night, or elan went elsewhere to satisfy their needs. They heard a lion roar, and thought they were going to have a visit !rasa the king of beasts ; but the roar gradually became faint- er and fainter, as he evidently made off in an opposite direction. At last a gentle rustling was heard in the grass, and a dikadik, the amalleet of the antelope tribe, and not much bigger than a here, made its appearance, looking timidly about it fora hidden enemy, before daring to drink, and at the same time uttering the peculiar ory from which it has obtained its name, They did not disturb it, but let it quench its thirst inpoaoe; and then, having had sufficient excitement for one night, and the moom having gone down—it being tben three o'clock in the morning—they returned to their tents. A Family Turtle. "I owned a turtle," said the judge, "when I was living at Cedar Keys, that would rather lay over yours, colonel It was a big loggerhead, and weighed about four hundred pounds. It was very fond of the children, and used to romp and play with them all the time. School was about a mile away from my house, and just about 7 o'clock every morning, when there was :wheel, Pomp, the old turtle, would come a-wobblin' up to the door, and the children would get on his back and off they'd go to school a frolickin' and laughing. You know how Budden these Florida showers come on 1 Well, you might think the children'd get wet. No, no ; old Pomp knew a trice, worth two of that, He'd just atop in the road, let the children get off, and then he'd raise up his top shell -and they'd all crawl under, and the rain couldn't tech 'em. They used to call it his roof and said it waa migh- ty comfortable and warm lying in there among the griele and things. I traded him off for a lot of law books when I left there, for I couldn't bring him along, And fish! Why you don't now anything about it. All I had to do was to hand him 'a basket, and off he'd go. I had a basket made pur- pose for him. It had a hole in the top just big enough to put a good-sized fish through. He would swim out till he struck a school of fish ; then he'd sink down and fill his basket just as fast as he could. He knew how to pick 'em out, too, and got the beat every time, It was the same way with oysters. I 'low he was the best oyster - get -ter in Levy county. One day I told him to" go after oysters and he didn't want to go. I insisted on it, and so he crawled off. When he came back, I tried the oysters and found they were milky and unfit to eat, so I threw them away. 01d Pomp looked at me as it to say, 'Now I hope you are satisfied that I: know more than you . do about oysters,' and then went off and sulked all the after- noon. HAPPY 00WPUNOHERS. Easy andfeligktful Ltfe ef the Ile rd ere.,. For the past few days I have been punch. ing cows with the Northern Montana cow-, boys ; that ie, they call it punching cows, but a veteran Texas cowboy would call it pic- nicking. They round up *little bunch of cows in the morning, brand the calves by noon, and then Ile around onbuffalorobes in their paletie'.tentn, and read novels. or amuse themselves as they see fit. Gamble 1 Why: yesterday I saw 4500 change bands on as, scrub pony raoe. If some one had entered a► brindle Texas cow I should have backed her for my entire boodle, and won, too, for neither of the ponies could have headed a Spanish cow. It would delight the heart of the average Texas cowboy to be hired by a Montane cowman, and there abown the horses from which be was to seleetMe mount —great, big, tallowy horse% s'eelr as livery horses, and very few of them but what are gentle as a dog. And I may add that when a Montana cowboy gets back from a round- up, his horses are still fat. In the fist place, he has plenty of thorns and these men do not allow their hands to dash horses around juat for the inn of the. thing. And the cattle here are so differ€tt from what they are in Texas that there is. ).really very little bard riding to do. Boys who have worked on both ranges say that while the average Texas cow pony cannot t compare with Iain .l;;toutaua brother a►r looks, yet when It COMM to doing hard work, and a beep of it, he is far superior to the latter. Ile is quicker and, hardier, and bet- ter adapted to just each work, In the peat four days I have Been over seven t.hauaand, horses that have beep, on the work for over a month, and there is not one of them but what is mud fat. Live 1 Why, these cow - bop live higher than anybody. They here everything to eat that money can buy, and. a cook with a paper cap an to prepare it, The cook is so neat and polite thatyou could. eat him if you were right hungry; but, in feed, I do net believe he would object if you were to attempt to do So, Ile is too wet/. bred, too obliging, to object to anything you desire to Flo. ,They ha. vo fresh beef alt the time. Qne man kilts abeef, keep%aquarter and sells the rest to the other out•tits that are along. That is not strange, for remember that a beef here is worth about $60. Cana boys get about the sane wages here thee they do in Texas, but one dollar in Texaa will buy ax muck as three in Montana, and the boys only get work about three or four months in the year. Say, do you know that away up in this high altitude we hardly have any night et alt at this time of the year 1 The sun just seems to loiter along in the aides of the mountains and forgets to go down until you get discouraged and go to bed and leave him to do as he pleases about it. But yon can safely bet that he will be attending to husker: at the old stand bright and early next morning. It is not Food dark here until 11 "^'sleek, and at half put'2 daylight begins to appear. Up a little higher on the mountains it even beats that record. Two Days went up on thigh peak &bout 10 o'clock the other afternoon jnet to watch the sun monkey about a while. One r+tood on tho western edge of the peak to see 'dingo down and the other watched the eastern side to see him Het* After some time the one on the west seta "There he goes down, Jim ; guess it's about supper time.' "Yee, durn him, here he comes," was the reply, "and we might as well go to break- fast," It's all nice enough to poke fun at the boys up here, but you can't buy a herd of average Montana cattle for $35 per head. And then when they apply a branding iron to a calf on this range it is about the same thing as stamping a twenty -dollar gold piece. RASOALLY REDSKINS. George 3IeIvor Tells the Story of thelndlans Attack. F. Frazer Time, J. P., of:Swift Current, took the deposition of George McIver, who was shot by Indians a short time ago. The substance of the deposition was as follows :-- Mr. McIver (who is a man about 30 years of age) was on his way from British Columbia, where his parents reside, to visit two of his brothers residing at Prince Albert. On arriving at Calgary he constructed a boat, in which he came so =edioine Hat. After remaining there about a week he left on Monday, 20th. When some thirty ranee west of Saskatchewan Landing, one day about noon, as he was leaning over hia camp fire, he heard a bulletwhistlepast, It came so near as to pierce his vest and shirt. He Immediately ran to hia boat, seven or eight more shots being fired in the meantime. He shoved the boat out from shore and pro- ceeded a short distance, when the boat ran upon a sand -bar. The water being shallow, an old Indian waded out after him, pointed. hia muzzle -loading gun close to his side, and fired, starting for shore as soon as he had, done so. Mclvor followed and on reaching: the shore pioked up hid axe, which was lying in a log, The old Indian was by this time reloading his,gun ; but McIver seized the, gun with one hand, and with the other. wielding;his axe, brought it down upon the. Indian'a;headhwith such forge as to dash out rime of his brains. i He then returned to is boat, shoved it off, ' lay down and floated down the river Atli Mr. Tins' men picked him up on Friday, about 24, hours after ho had been wounded, during which time he had probably:floated thirty or forty miles. When found his clothes were full of blood, though he hadstaunched. the wound as well as he could with his handkerchief. He saw three Indians'and heard a fourth. Want of ;,'' ammnnition:ia`„thought to be the reason why the others did not fire. ,McIver has since died.