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Clinton New Era, 1893-03-10, Page 3VIIhat is arClz 10) 159- bit.. "•'. ti"r+„ • Castoria is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's prescription for Infants and Children. It contains neither Opium; Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. It is a harmless substitute for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor Oil.. It is Pleasant. Its guarantee is thirty years' use by Millions of Mothers. Castoria destroys Worms and allays feverishness. Castoria prevents vomiting Sour Curd, cures Diarxheea and Wind Colic. Castoria relieves teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency. Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the ,stomach and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Case toria is the Children's Panacea -the Mother's Friend. Castoria. "Castoria is an excellent medicine for chil- dren. Mothers have repeatedly told me of its good effect upon their children." Da O. 0. OMOOOD. Lowell, Maas. "Castorla le the best remedy for children of which I am acquainted. I hope the day is not far distant when mothers willconsider the mol interest of their children, and use Castoria in- stead of the varlousquack nostrums which aro destroying their loved onee, by toroingopium, morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful agents down their throats, thereby sending 'them to premature graves.„ Da. J. F. Knicaut.or, Conway, nr Castoria. - "Castoria is eowell adapted to chlldren that I recommend it assuperior toanyproscription known to me." II. A. ARCHER, M. D., 111 So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "Our physicians in the children's depaitr meat have spoken highly of their exper4 ence in their outside practl•p with Coatoth, and although we only have among t ,.r medical supplies what is known as reeu,-r products, yet we aro free to confess that the merits of Castoria bas won us to look with favor upon it." UzoxnoD HOSPITAL AND DrsPSNwL8T, Boston, Mase. A.m.= C. Stasn, Pres.. The Centaur Company, T7 Murray Street, New York City., ..:r.y. ^...�... "1,AgCL ATO .`l,'..s .75 -w `,t.a ll ` ^, I!!1.4 a BEAUTY, Fart I. OHA,I'TER I. MY EARLY ROME. The first place that I can well re- member was a large pleasant meadow With a p; and of clear water in it, Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and, Waterrhlies grew at the deep end. QM the hedge on one side we looked gXe-r a gate at our master's house, wkdch stood by the roadside; at the tOp Of the meadow was a grove of fir trees, and at the bottom a running . brook overhung by a steep bank. ` Whilst I was young, 1 lived upon t My Another's milk, as I could not eat grass. In the daytime I ran by her fde, and at night I lay down close by j Tier, When it was hot, we used to 'stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when it was cold, we had a nice warm shed near the grove. As soon as I was old enough to eat grass, my mother used to go out to work in the daytime, and come back in the evening. There were six young colts in the meadow besides me; they were older than I was; some were nearly as large as grown-up horses. I used to run with them, and had great fun; we used to gallop all together ronnd and round the field as hard as we could go. Some- times we had rather rough play, for they would frequently bite and kick as well as gallop. One day, when there was a good deal of kicking, my mother whinnied to me to come to her, and then she said,— "I wish you to pay attention to what T am going to say to you. The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are cart -horse colts, and of course they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and well-born; your father has a great name in these parts, and your grandfather won the cup two years at the Newmarket races; your grandmother had the sweetest temper of -any horse I ever knew, and I think you have never seen me kick - or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot, and never bite or kick even in play." I have never forgotten my mother's advice; I knew she was a wise old horse, and our master thought a great deal of her. Her name was Duchess, but he often called her Pet. Our master was a good, kind man. He gave us good food, good lodging, and kind words; he spoke as kindly to_ us as he did to his little children. We were all fond of him, and my mother loved him very much. When she saw him at the gate, she would neigh with joy and trot up to him. He would pat and stroke her and say, "Well, old Pet, and how is your little Darkie?" I was a dull black, so he called me Darkie; then he would give me a piece of bread, which was very good, and sometimes he brought a carrot for my mother. All the horses would come to him, but I think we were his favorites. My mother always took him to the town on a market day in a light gig. There was a ploughboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our fleld to pluck ° blackberries from the hedge. When he had eaten all he wanted, he would have, what lie called, fun' with the colts, throwing stones and sticks at them to make them gallop. We did not much mind him, for we could gal- lop off; but sometimes a stone would hit and hurt us. One day he was at this game, and did not know that the master was in the next field; but he was there, watch- ing what was going on; over the hedge he jumped in a snap, and catching Dick by the arm, he gave him such a box on the ear as made him roar with the pain and surprise. As soon as we saw the master, we trotted up nearer to see what went on. "Bad boy!" he said, "bad boy! to chase the colts. This -is not the first time, nor the second, but it shall be the last. There—take your money and go home; I shall not want you on my farm again." So we never saw Dick any more. Old Daniel, the man who looked after the horses, was just as gentle as our own master, so we were well off. CHAPTER II. THE HUNT. Before I was two years old, a cir- cumstance happened which' I have never forgotten, It was early in the spring; theme had been a little frost in the night, and a light mist still hung over the woods and meadows. I and the other colts were feeding at the' lower part of the field when we heard, quite in the distance, what sounded like'the cry of dogs. The oldest of the colts raised his head, pricked his ears, and said, "There are the hounds!" and immediately cantered off, followed by the rest of us to the upper part of the field, where we could look over the • hedge and see several fields beyond. My mother and an old ridinghorse of our master's were also staning near, and seemed to know all about it. "They have found a hare," said my mother, "and if they come this way we shall see the hunt." And soon the dogs were all tearing down the field of young wheat next to ours. I never heard such a noise as they made. They did not bark, nor howl, nor whine, but kept on a "yol yo, o, o! yo, o, o! at •the top of their voices. After them came a number of men on horseback, some of them in green coats, all galloping as fast as they could. The old horse snorted and looked eagerly after them, and we young colts wanted to be galloping with them but they were soon away into the fields lower down; here it seemed as if they had come to a stand; the dogs left off barking, and ran about every way with their noses to the ground. "They have lost the scent," said the old horse; "perhaps the hare will get off." "What hare?" I said. "Oh! I don't know what hare; likely enough it may he one of our own hares out of the woods; any hare they can find will do for the dogs and men to run after;" and before long the dogs began their "yo! yo, o, ol'r again, and hack the came altogether at full speed, making straight for our meadow at the part where the high bank and hedge overhung the brook. "Now we shall s • e the hare," said m en a hare wild wit 'mother; and just • frightrushed by and made for the woods. On came the dogs; they burst over the bank, leapt the stream, and came dashing across the field, followed by the huntsmen. Six or eight men leaped their horses clean over, close upon the doge. rrhe hare tried to get through the fence; it was too thick, and she turned sharp round to make for the road, but it was too late; the dogs were upon her with their wild cries; we heard one shriek, and that was the end her. One of the huntsmen rode up and whipped off the dogs, who would soon have torn her' to pieces. He held ter up by the leg torn and bleeding, and all the gentlemen seemed well pleased. As for me I was so 9.stonished that l• did not at first see what was going on by the brook; but when I did look, there was a sad sight: two fine horses were down, one was struggling in the stream, and the, other was groaning on the grass. One of the riders was getting out of the water covered with mud, the the other lay quite still. "His neck is broke," said my mother. "And serve him right, too," said one of the colts. ' I thought the same, but my mother did not join with us. "Well, no," she said, "you must not say that; but though I am an old horse, and have seen and heard a great deal, I never yet could make out why men are so -fond of this sort; they often hurt themselves, often spoil good horses, and tear up the fields, and all for a hare, or a fox, or a stag, that they could get more easily some other way; but we are only horses and don't know." Whilst my mother was saying this, we stood and looked on. Many of the riders had gone to the young man; but my master, who had been watching what was going on, was the first to raise him. His head fell back and his arms hung down, and every one look- ed very serious. There was no noise now; even the dogs were quiet, and seemed to know that something was wrong. They carried him to our mas- ter's house. I heard afterwards that it was young George Gordon, the Squire's only son, a fine, tall young man, and the pride of his family. There was now riding off in all direc- tions to the doctor's, to the farrier's, and no doubt to Squire Gordon's, to let him know about his son. When Mr Bond, the farrier, came to the black horse that lay groaning on the grass, he felt him all over, and 'shook his head; one of his legs was broken. Then some ran to our master's house and came back with a gun; presently there was a loud bang and a dreadful shriek, and then all was still; the black horse moved no more. My mother seemed much troubled; she said she had known that horse for years, and that his name was "Rob Roy;" he was a good horse, and there was no vice in him. She never would go to that part of the field afterwords. Not many days after, we heard the church -bell tolling for a long time; and looking over the gate we saw a long, strange black coach that was covered ' with black cloth and was drawn by black horses; after that came another and another and another, and all were black, while the bell kept tolling, toll- ing. They were carrying young Gor- don to the churchyard to bury him. He would never ride again. What they did with Rob Roy I never knew; b1ut'twas all for one little hare. CHAPTER III. MY BREAKING IN. better thant h Sh got en Ty bacicanal rade me roan Rt meadow opl t}te &qfl; ggrass, It cer- tainly did feel q,cleer;. bu0 I mast say I felt rather proud. to carry my master, and as be continued to ride me a little every day, I soon became accustomed to it. The next unpleasant business was putting on the iron shoes; that too was ver hard at first. My master went with me to the smith's forge, to see that I was not hurt or got any fright. The blacksmith took my feet in .his hand, one after the other, and cut away some of the hoof. It did not pain me, so I stood still on three legs till he had done them all. Then he took a piece of iron the shape of my foot, and clapped it on, and drove some nails through the shoe quite into my hoof, so that the °shoe was firmly on. My feet felt very stiff and heavy, but in time I got used to it. And now having got so far, my mas- ter went on to break me to harness; these were more new things to wear. First, a stiff heavy collar just on my neck, and a bridle with great side pieces against myeyes called blinkers, and blinkers indeed they were, for I could not see on either side, but only straight in front of me; next there was a small saddle with a nasty stiff strap that went right under my tail; that was the crupper. I hated the crupper, —to have my long tail doubled up and poked through that strap was almost as bad as the bit. I never felt more like kicking, but of course I could not kick such a good master, and so in time I got used to everything, and could do my work as well as my mother. I must not forget to mention one part of my training, which I have al- ways considered a very great advan- tage. My master sent me for a fort- night to a neighboring farmer's, who had a meadow which was skirted on one side by the railway. Here were some sheep and cows, and I was turn- ed in amongst them. I shall never forget the first train that ran by. I was feeding quietly near the pales which separated the meadow from the railway, when I heard a strange sound at a distance, and before I knew whence it came,— with a rush and aclatter, and a puffing out of smoke,—a long black train of something flew by, and was gone al- most before I could draw my breath. I turned and galloped to the far- ther side of the meadow as fast as I could go, and there I stood snorting with astonishment and fear. In the course of the day many other trains went by, some more slowly; these drew up at the station close by, and sometimes made an awful shriek and groan before theylstop ,ped. I thought it very dreadful, but the cows went on eating very quietly, and hardly raised their heads as the blacK frightful thing came puffing and grinding past. For the first few days I could not feed in peace; but as I found that this terrible creature never came into the field, or did me any harm, I began to disregard it, and very soon I cared as little about the passing of a train as the cows and sheep did. Since then I have seen many horses much alarmed and restive at the sight or sound of a steam engine; but thanks to my good master's care, I am as fearless at railway stations as in my own stable. Now if any one wants to break in a young horse well that is the wa . My master often drove me in double harness with my mother, because she . acquire robust health was steady and could teach me how to -- �•'yrR ��nM`!A,", ' .h�1!'T A�.r.. T� �,�ss •..y. -..+air i� ref's -e 't. Hifi :) tfir t i' anti i:�:.. f • A RQO9TER THAT OOTYW SWLM. Who . bas ever heard of a chicken that could swim, that referred swim- ming to •walking? There are some seeming contradictions in the world of nature; for example, the cat that shrinks from wetting even her velvety soles is driven to distraction by the smell of fish, for very love of it. And a great scrawny rooster, that never should be so much as seen taking a bath except in a nice, dry, dusty place in the road or ash -heap, deliberately walking into a pond of water, and swimming_across it, is a queer sight indeed. et that is what anybody might have seen last summer at the mill -pond on a little stream called Baker Brook, which flows into the River St. John, just beyond the border of Maine, in Canada. He was a big fellow, dignified and important from the top of his flaming comb to the tips of the stiff feathers that grew at right angles to his feet, like wings, or "pantaloons." He had always taken his bath in the dust heap, until he grew old enough to lead his charge of hens far away from home, i about the more distant fields, even be- yond the brook, where all day long they nibbled blades of tender grass and chased the grasshoppers. But once around the pond and across the brook, the most direct course back to the roost lay in a line across the mill -pond, and how often he and his family were caught by the darkness upon that side of the stream, and just how the thing was managed at first, no one will ever know.` But one evening the men who were working near the mill saw a flock of hens and a rooster on the wrong side of the brook, looking wistfully toward the other side and home. One by one the hens, taking a good start o1 the high bank, flew across, leaving the r -ouster alone. But only for a mo- ment, for instantly he walked to the water's edge, waded in without the least hesitation, and struck out for the other shore. He sat up high, well out of the water, like a duck, and as it was only about sixty feet wide there he was across in a jify. Then shaking his feathers clear of the moisture, he ran away after the hens as fast as his long legs could carry him. This remarkable occurrence was wit- nessed several times; as often as the chickens, tempted by the more remote, richer hunting -grounds wandered in that direction.—Harper'sYoung People HOW TO GET A "SUNLIGHT" PICTURE. Send 25"Sunlight" Soap wrappers (wrap- per bearing -the words "Why Does a Wom- an Look Old Sooner Than a Man")to LEVER BRos., Ltd., 43 Scott St., Toronto, and you will receive by post a pretty picture, free from advertising and well worth fram- ing. This is an easy way to decorate your home. The soap is the best in the market and it will only root to postage to send in the wrappers, if you leave the ends open. Write your address carefully. Weak Children wil1derive strength and I was now beginning to grow hand- some; my coat had grown fine and soft, and was bright black. I had one white foot, and a pretty white star on my forehead. I was thought very handsome; my master would not sell me till I was four years old; he said lads ought not to work like men, and colts ought not to work like horses till they were quite grown up. When I was four years old, Squire Gordon came to look at me. He ex- amined my eyes, my mouth, and my legs; he felt them all down; and then I had to walk and trot and gallop before him; he seemed to like me, and said, "When he has been well broken in, he will do very well." My master said he would break me in himself,as he should not like me to be frightened or hurt, and he lost no time about it, for the next day he began. Every one may not know what 'breaking in is, therefore I will describe it. It means to teach a horse to wear a saddle and bridle, and to carry on his back a man, woman or child; to go just the way they wish, and to go quietly. Besides this, he has to learn to wear a collar, a crupper, and a breeching, and to stand still whilst they are put on; then to have a cart or a chaise fixed behind, so that he can- not walk or trot without dragging it after him; and he must go fast or slow just as the driver wishes. He must neyer start at what he sees, nor speak to other horses, nor bite, nor kick, nor have any will of his own; but always do his master's will, even though he may be very tired or hungry; but the worst of all is, when his harness is once on, he may neither jump for joy nor lie down for weariness. So you see this breaking in is a great thing. I had of course long been used to a halter and a headstall, and to be led about in the field- and lanes quietly, but now I was to have a bl,I and bridle; my master gave me someoats as usu- al, and after a good deal of coaxing he got the bit into my mouth, and the bridle fixed, but it was a nasty thing! Those who have never had a -bit in their mouths cannot think how bad it feels; a great piece of cold hard steel as thick as a man's finger to be pushed into one's mouth, between one's teeth, and over one's tongue, with the ends coming out at the corner of your mouth, and held fast there by straps over your head, under your throat, nose, and under your chin; so that no way in the world can you get rid of the nasty hard thing; it is very bad! yes ,very bad! at least I thought so; but I knew my mother always wore one when she went out, and all horses did when they were grown up; and so, what with the nice oats, and what with my master's pats, kind words, and gentle ways, I got to wear my bit and bridle. Next came the saddle, but that was not half so bad; my master put it on my back verygently, whilst old Daniel held my head; he then made the girths fast under my body, patting and talk- ing to me all the time; then I had a few oats, then a little leading about; and this he did every day till I began to look for the oats and the saddle. At length, one ,i orning, my mister Chi dren Cry, for , Pitcher's go a er a s ran a orae. e told me the better I be aved the bet- ter I should be treated, and that it was wisest always to do my best to please my master; "but," said she, "there are a great many kinds of men; there are good, thoughtful men like our master, that any horse may be proud to serve; and there are bad, cruel men, who never ought to have a horse or dog to call their own. Besides, there are a great many foolish men, vain, igno- rant, and careless, who never trouble themselves to think; these spoil more horses than all, just for want of sense: they don't mean it, but the do it for all that. I hope you will fall into good hands; but a horse never knows who may buy him, or who may drive him; it is all a chance for us; but still I say, do your best wherever it i�, and keep up your good name." TO BE CONTINUED. THE F&CT That AYER'S Sarsaparilla CURES O'rHERS of Scrofulous Diseases, Eruptions, Boils, Eczema, Liver and Kidney Diseases, Dyspepsia, Rheumatism, and Catarrh should be convincing that the same course of treatment WILL CURE you. All that has been,said of the wonder- ful cures effected by the use of AYE Sarsaparilla during the past fifty years, truth- fully applies to -day.. It is, in every sense, The Superior Medicine. Its curative properties, strength, effect, and flavor are always the same ; and for whatever blood diseases AYER'S Sarsaparilla is taken, they yield to this treatment. When you ask for AYER'S Sarsaparilla don't be induced to purchase any of the worthless substitutes, which are mostly mixtures of the cheap- est ingredients, contain no sarsa- parilla, have no uniform standard of appearance, flavor, or effect, are blood -purifiers in name only, and are offered to you because there 'is more profit ;in selling them. Take Sarsaparilla Plated by I)r. J. C. A cr & Co.. LoJ elf, Mass. $old by s.!1 Drugg fists ; Pricb $z i six l�ftles, $g. astoria0 Cures aers, will cu yob by a persevering use of the great Food Medicine SCOTT'S EMULSION "CtIITIOlti "—Beware of substitutes. Genuine prepared by Scott k Bonnie. Belleville. Sold by all druggists. 50e. and $1.00. - 4 NEWS NOTES It is said that President Harrison has been offered the chair of constitutional law in Cbioago university at a salary of $25,- 000 a year. Minard's Liniment lumberman's friend Keepers in the Insane asylum at Austin, Texas, are said to have beaten a patient named W. H. Culpepper to death. Minard'kLinament is need for horses &cattle Joseph Mills, of No. 112 Agnes street, Toronto, died of hemorrhage of the lunge Tuesday afternoon while on his way to the polling booth. Minard's Liniment is the Best The town council of Thorold has adopted a resolution thanking Crossley and Hunter, the evangelists, for their labors in that town. About six weeks ago a farmer named Deliele, living on the Maiden road, Essex, started to drive to a dance. He missed his way, and was found next morning with both legs frozen. Wednesday Dr Casgrain amputated both legs, and is of opinion that Dellsle will recover. Rebecca Wilkinson, of Brownsvalley, ind. says: "I had been in a distressed condition for three yearsfrom Nervousness, Weakness of the Stomach, Dyspepsia and Indigestion until my health • was gone. I had been doctoring constantly with no relief. I nought one bottle of South American Ner- vine, which done me more good than $50 worth of doctoring I ever did in my lite. I would advise every weakly person to rise this valuable and lovely remedy. A trial bottle will convince you. Warranted by Watts & Co. Druggist. On Friday afternoon, while Neil, the eighteen -year-old son of Mr Neil Gilchrist, of the 2nd con. of Bruce towfiship, was working in his father's bush, a man name up to him and said, "You're Angus Gil- obriet, the man I'm after," and deliberately Yelled him to the ground, drew a knife, and attempted to mutilate his person, cutting a gash almost two inches long in his body. 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