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Hamilton Guidon, The (Newspaper) - October 30, 1874, Hamilton, Ohio THE HAMILTON GUIDON. VOL. I HAMILTON, OHIO, OCTOBER 30, '874. NO. 10. NEIGHBORS. BY H. K- RKXKOKD. that a comin' up the path Runj Betsy I'll bet hateful old Miss A comin' here to Perkins is it Deary me I'd rather hear it thunder She's allut round a tattlin What brought her here, I wonder I hope she's only come to call. Don't ask her. dear, to stav Kor ef we urged her hard enough, She'd ttcvrr no awav. Of all the tattlin set I know. Miss Perkins bents 'em holler She's comin' here to spy around, I'll bet a silver dollar She's pot trial old bunnit on It's older than the hills, An' reallv look's All ruffles. and frills! Good gracious me she's eot her I'll hev to get mv knittin'. I s'pose yon knew Bill Smith had give Her darter Ann the mittin Come Perkins is that you I'm d.dsprit flat! you've dome. For. as I sed'tft Betsv Tafte. The house seems awful dumb. Miss Perkins take the rocking-cheer, An' Betsy take her bunnit. Be Mire vou put it whetp the _, And dust won't get upon it. I. not half an hounJjgOfc Sez I to Betsy Jane. I wonder where Miss Here. Betsy, hand that; Sez I, I hope she'll come If nothin's up to 'hinder. She's comin' now, Jane, A lookin' put the wtoder. Perkins, ta'ke a pinch o' snuff, An' .felLJhe all the news I haveii'tHeerd 'em in so long I've had the blues. JoUnson's got a new silk dress P'erkins wall, I never! I wonder if she really thinks He- last forever I Perkins, ves! I at church', Now. wa'n't you elad to hear The preacher oreach so plain on dress It hit fomc folks so clear. Primrose colored like a beet You know she wore a feather An' Sarv Grime-! was aivful mad! It hit 'em both together! I wonder if 'Squire Pittibone Hain't got a bran' new wig I really do dislike that man He feels so awful big! You see him walkin' t'other night Along with Kath'rine Snyder! Miss that'll make a match, I bet a pint o' cider. The deacon s son is waitin' on Grimes' cousin Rose Whv. no! I hadn't heard that, What for. do you Mippone I hardly think- he'll marry her; His father won't be Willin', jest as poor as poor can he- She isn't worth a ibilliu'. TOW SHEPHERD'S WIFE, TlmWece 6f history I am about k> of the many similar inci- dents. occurred during; the early settleiwit of the far West. who nought a home in the savage wildsivhicli tlien covered the western land wlded themselves to a life of peril laalld hardship. The dangers whicli continually threatened them calleclf'Toi'th all the heroic, qualities of their (nature, and their lives were marktfclbv many a lofty deed of daring and dwvotlon. Such deeds should not sink iilta oblivion, for they belong to the IB story uf our noble country, and should be recorded and remeil bered. We -vi ill present a picture to the imagi- nation) of tins reader: There is a broad and teau tiful stieam, with its deep, still wateii flowing on between banks coveiiinl with luxuriant foliage, and its brigli surface clotted here and there with, tah-y littles isles, where graceful shruTii iind frag ant flowers bud and blossini undistiu bed in wild and lonely loveltwstfe. Birds of bright plumage and variety are winging their way llnicnigh the quiet forest, and the surroii iiding scene echoes with their tuneillminstielsy. On the border of the iw, at the edge of a forest that stretches far away over hill and dale, stanxls the rude but picturesque hut of a teapper, with the blue smoke cur- ling (go from its lowly rcof, and its humMc walls glancing out from the green foliage that surrounds them. ThtMt. jii-e some indications of taste and refinimient near the trapper's home perhaps in peril, her first- born and only away by the rude grasp of a night approaching, and no earthly arm to aid Without pausing for reflection, the mother flew along the road taken by the Indians now and then she caught a glimpse of their forms as they moved rapidly through the forest: but as twilight deepened, and surrounding objccls became more indistinct, even that slight comfort was denied her, and she traced her gloomy pathway without knowing whether or not it would biing to her object of pursuit.' Yet she pati-ed nut a mo- ment in indecision, but hastened on- ward through the inci easing darkness unconscious of the ur.cci Unity ut her search and the wilduey- of her expedi- tion. She h.-d but o'ie that w.v. to be near hei save it if it could be saved, or peiish with it if it must perish. Strong in this determination pushed forward, thoughtless tigue and fearless of peril, night advanced, the wind she of fa- As the rose and which gives a cheerful appea'rance to that wise wild and lonely scene. A grm.cftful curtains the lowly, win (bow, and many bright flowers, the distant soil, shed theii gr-tdful perfume around. Near the doo.fi hangs a cage containing a rare and beautiful bird, whose song ol glad- oessloieaks sweetly upon 'the stillness of t hut solitary place. Oi low seat at the entrance to the cab in is seen a young woman, carsess- ing Mi Infant; she has lost the bloom- ing liveliness of early cheeU pale, and her brow wears that thoughtful expression which is im- bv the touch of care yet she is sulfl beautiful in form and feature, and none may look upon her without adnwticm. As she bends over the in her arms, her eyes fill with tha.timft utterable tenderness and love are ooly seen in the eye of a atid which make the tace of a beaiHiftil woman almost angelic. Now andtbten turned from the child to serai anxious glance toward the for- sighed among the trees with a mourn- ful and heart-chilhng sound. The stars which had hitherto shed a faint light through the branches, were now veiled in black clouds that seemed to presage a storm; and ever -and anon the shiill croaking of a night-bird, or the prolonged howl of some beast ot prey, was borne to the ear of the un happy wanderer, making fearful thoughts and warning her of the dan- o-ers which surrounded her. Those who have never roamed in the forest at midnight can scarcely re- The doctor's wife has got a Wall, now. I s'pose she'll name it arterliim, __ an' shouldn't you I Of course 3 on knew Mariar Smith Had named her darter Lilly, Td name her Cabbage. Hollyhock! That ain't one bit more silly. Miss Perkins, what! Miss Blodgett Her girls plays plays an' dance Well, I declare, thattakes nte down! An' beats the wholes' FraiideJ I know one thing my Jane Don't help 'em in their doin's, I might as well jfst pint her to The narrar road to ruin. Miss Perkins, hev you heard about That fuss with Peleg Brown You hain't Why, goodness gracious me! It's all about the town. think he cheats his customers A cell in' falera'us An' say they ketchcd his youngest son A stealin green Of courte rouVc heerd the talk that's round About the Widow Hatch They say after Thomas Sweet, that 'twill be a match. Her husban' h'aintfceen dead six months, An' now she wants another. She'd never be my darter-in law If I was Thomas'mother. I heerd of the weddin' Who. underneath the sun Wjtit nd Huldo Robinnon Miss I you're in >m! as much asfiftr-two, An' Huldy isn't twenty; But then we know the reason why The old fool's is plenty! Mww Perkins, lay your work An1 hev a cup o' tea. This cake of Jane's is nice try a piece and I uocd to like to cook an' hake, An1 1 knew how to do it, An" Betsey shall larn it tw III eddkatc her through it. Perkins, are goin' now One thing I'd like Jo bring her bwnnit. BctM-y That Ttwhy you hurry Your a< nice new I it's right in fashion Them these here Arc really %crv dashin'. Oh, 1 shall come, You must come down again! You been here in It really Good Betsy Jane Shall come anJ darter. TJwrc? has gone I really hope She got what she was artcr In all my life I never did See such a tatllin' critter They'd ought to call I'm sure the naroc'ud 4it her. I s'posc I must return her call; But I wasn't sociable at all. ___j ____ for the anei of some one from that direction. is momentarily expecting her husband. He left his home at noon thelnour appointed for his return has avuy the shadows ofjthe trees arebengthening in the rays of the set- tiajs sun and yet he comes not. The fool vifc begins to tremble for his fearful foreboding of evil steiss over her mind, and the dark some approaching calamity hatnti her imagination. She has rea- tear; tor that portion of couii- at that time, the theatre of Sometimes the ahzehow much that is terrifying connected with such a journey. At one time the howl of the hungry wolf will burst <--o and clearly on the ear that we can hardly pei'Mirde ourselves that the monster is not close at our another, the falling of a decayed branch, will pioduce such a loud ami fearful bound that we deem it the fatal plunge which mtibt doom us to destruction. Now the wind will come with a fitful and moaning cadence, so like the human voice thr.t we. for an instant, believe it the wail of an agonized being, and again it will sweep by with a rushing sound like a troop of enraged monsters bent on a mission ot death. Sometimes an unseen, low-drooping branch will softly touch the shoulder, congealing the warm current of life with the idea that a spectral hand has suddenly ar- rested our progress; and again a black and blasted tree, with one or two sere branches protruding from its side, will, for an instant, still the pulsation of the heart, as we behold in it a frightful phantom, stretching forth its arms to grasp our shrinking form. i All this and more must one leel and fear in a lonely midnight pilgrim- age thiough the forest; and all this the mother endured as she pursued her almost hopeless enterpris. She had traveled far, very far, for the darkness of the night and the intrica- cies of the road had scarcely lessened the speed with which she commenced with blood; the infant's was covered bv its dress and form was motion- as if chilled by the cold hand of death. I low felt the fond wife and mother when that sight of horror met her eye? Repressing, by A mighty effort the shriek of agony that arose to her lips, and conquering, by the -trength of a heroic soul, the almost irreMstable de- sire to rush fot ward and clasp those dear ones to her aching heart, she gazing upon the scene with feelings that cannot be described. She siw, with a sudden throb of joy, that her husband lived, but herheait grew cold again as she watched the motionless form of her child. She longed to Hv to its side, and as-certain for the suspense that pi eyed upon her was terrible but again her resolute mind her, and she began to deliberate upon the situation of her husband, and devise menus for releasing him. The vivid light cast by the fire upon all things near it enabled the wife to note the -scene distinctly. She saw, with a thankful heart, that the rav- ages all slept, and that she could reach the side of her husband without pass- ing near enough to awake them but she also saw that he was bound with strong deer-thongs, which she could not hope, in her wearied state, to un- fasten, and she looked about for some- thing with which to sever them. There was nothing, save their knives, which the Indians wore at their sides. Looking more intently, she saw that one of them had slipped from its place and lay on the ground by its owner, so near that his hand almost touched the hilt. A pang of intense fear shot of man. How radiant with grateful joy was the face of that fond mother, as ihe clasped her recovered treasure close to her bosom. How full of ad- miring love was the eye of the rescued husband, it rested upon its fair pre- server! And oh! how warm and fervent was the prayer, breathed in that hour of safety, hearing up to heaven that deep devotion of thankful, happv hearts! And in after when, instead of one child, there were six healthy, hearty, romping boys and noth- ing delighted them more than, after supper, in the sitting room, to gather around theii fathei's knee, and have him lelnle to them the story of their mother's heroism. through her when she thought of approaching the terrific form ot the but another look upon the pale face of the prisoner reassmed her, and she determined to rescue him, or per- ish in the attempt. She could not ap- proach the Indians without revealing herself ta the eves of her husband, and would follow her arouse the foe front herself she feaied in that that an exclam- a'ion of surpii.se appearance and their slumber. After pondering a moment upon the best mode proceeding, she determined to steal softly to the back of the tree, place her hand on the lips of the captive, of explanation whisper a few words and implore him not A Splendid Description. On a certain occasion one Paul Denton, Methodi-t pieacher in Tex- as, advottised a barbecue, with better liquor than is usually furnished. When the people as-ambled, a despe- rado in the crowd ciied out: Paul Denton. your reverence has lied. You promised not only a good barbecue, but betjer liquor. Where's vour answeiedthe missionary, in tones of thunder, and pointing his long, bony linger at the matchless double spring gushing up in two strong columns with a sound like a joy from the bosom of the earth. he repeated, with a look terrible as lightning, while his enemy actually trembled at his feet "theicis the liquoi which God the Eternal brews for all his children. Not in the simmeiing still, over smoky fires choked with poisonous gasses, and surrounded with the stench of sickening odors and cor- ruption, doth your Father in Heaven prepare the precious escence of life cold water. But in the glade and glassy dell, where the deer wan- ders and the child loves to play, there God brews it and down, away down in the deepest valleys, where the fountain murmers and the i ills sing; and high upon the mountain tops where the naked granite glitters like gold in the sun, where the storms, cra-h; and out on the wild, wild sea, where the hurricana howls music, and the big waves roar in chorus, by the slightest murmur to frustrate her plans. With a throbbing heart she com- menced her perilous undertaking. Noiselessly she made her way to the tree, and accomplished her purpose. There was no time for delay, yet one sweeping the march ot ITEMS OF INTEREST. Dr. Nathaniel B. Shurtleff; Mayor of Boston from 1868 to 1870, died there on Saturday night. "Richelieu's tomb in the Sorbonnc, Paris, was falling to pieces from de- cay and has been restored. F. J. Dickens, son of the novelist, in New York, and will probably take up his residence at Ottawa. A. T Stewart's private house on Fifth New York, is taxed for The estate is estimated at llalevj, the dramatic author, has the' most lugubrious face ill- Pans. Thcv coll him on the boulevards "the melan- choly sapper.'' The versatile Rev. H. R. Howels now furnishes a -'cremation pi elude." that may lie. under the title ot '-Ashes for Ashes." oldest son of Fred. Dougbiss has been appointed by Postmaster General Tewcll a --pedal agent at large for the Post-office Department. Dr. Frcedenthal, German Minister of Agriculture, is the first man of Jew- ish lace who ever became a Cabinet Minister in that country. Warner Underwood, Register m Bankruptcy at Bowling Green, Ky., and one of tne most promising lawyers at that bar, died on the i6th inst. The daughter oi Baion Alphonse de Rothchild has just passed at Paris the examination required for persons who intend to adopt the profession of teacher. Mr. A. E. Cook, formerly proprie- tor of the Belrnont House, Bellaire, died in Zanesville last week. He was proprietor of the Zane House in Zanesville, at the time of his death Ovei the grave of Dean Alford, in the churchyard of St. Martin's Can- terbury, is the following inscription, prepared by his own hand "The inn of a Traveler on his way to the New Paris had a marriage the other day of the Tom Thumb and Minnie War- ren class, but with more drollery in it. The husband is a dwarf, forty inches in height, and the wife a giantess of He brews beverage health-giving water. And lO II HI11W V J j moment the mother turned to look upon her child, yearing to clasp it to her bosom, but not daring to lift the cloth that concealed its features and assure herselt whether or not it lived. A little while betore she would have o-iven worlds to be able to do this, but 1-vAlmlsl of life, every- where ft is of ing in the dew-drop, singing in the summer ram, shining in the ice gem, till they seem turned ro living jewels, spreading a golden vail over the set- tragic scene. too pfer and liunter, in penetrating recesses of the tor- estj'toet his way, and wandered for mdi days in the dreary wilderness, sulVmg many miseries, and perish- last by the pangs of hunger. hungry beast of prey her walk, and hours on the she had been many now she felt that to behold it wrapped in the slumber of death would un- her arm, and render her unfit tor the farther prosecution a white midnight moon; sporting in the cata- ract.sleeping in the glacier, dancing in the hail t-'iower, folding its bright curtains softl.C around the wintry world, and weaving the many-color- ed iris, the seraph's zone of the air; whose warp is in the rain drops of the earth, and whose woof is in the uniu sunbeams of Heaven, all checkered 'f over with the celestial flowers ot the O' i flint Klecnrl f. path of am would cross the path of the wanderer doom him to a dreadful death. ___Climes the wily red man, who yet lurked about those lonely wilds, en- trapped the white hunter, and from of revenge, or the thirst for sacrificed his victim with the ivantou and barbarous cruelty. Us the anxious wife thought of these her fears and foreboding be- almcKtinsupportahle. Hushing sleep, she carried it into dwelling, and deposited it in its ilflle she then hastened forth iSd, wandered along the path i hill: bd to the forest, anxiously look- iraf forward the while for her husband onward for some time, hoping to see the object of her but her hopes were in vain, one more searching glance Mid stcing nothing but the shadows of the trees, she a heavy heart, to retrace she homeward. proceeding homeward, leat for her child, whom she hilU eft alone, crossed her mind, and way. Weariness was beginning to overcome was departing from her heart and des- pair chilling all her she discovered afar off through the trees, a light. It was but a feeble yet oh! how it irradiated the the wanderer! The instant she discovered it, hope sprang back to the heart, and strength invigorated her frame. That faint and far way seemed the light of returning happi- ness, and she watched it as eagerly as the mariner watches the star that guides him over the ocean's stormy wave. She r.ow hastened forward with re- doubled energy, and though her step sometimes faltered, and her heart sank within her as the light disappeared behind some intervening object, she still kept her eye steadily ou the bea- con, and soon gained a position where it shone brightly before her, and she could approach without loosing sight of it again. she drew near, she gazed upon the scene which that light revealed with mingled of astonishment, hope, and fear. There was a large fire built of the dried branches of trees, and around it lay the dusky forms of five or six Indi ans reposing on the ground. Their appearance wa? savage and frightful the extreme each with bis painted .j i With a firmness which would have done honor to a stole, she conquered the promptin s of natural love and hastened away. With a step as noise- less as the falling dew, she glided to- ward the slumbering savages; as she drew near, her frame trembled so violently that she could scarcely sup port herself; and when she put forth her hand to take the knife, the beat ing of heart was so audible that she feared it would awake the sleepers, and she pressed her hand convulsively upon it to stop its tumultuous throb- bings. One terrible inslant she thought the eyes of the Indian opened, and glared upon her with a fierce and _ f -U79C malignant expression but this was mere fancy, for he still slept, and the moment she was gliding with the knife firmly grasped in her hand. With a few rapid strokes she liber- ated her husband, and then bent down and uncovered the child. To her un- speakable joy, she found it in a slum- ber as sweet and peaceful as though it had hushed to rest upon its mothers bosom. With a prayer ol gratitude upon her lips she lifted it from its rude resting-place, turned to her companion, and motioned the way to their home. With rapid and noiseless they hurried away, speeding onward with tremulous yet hopeful hearts. Not a moment did her mystic hand of hissed, life-water. -No poison bubbles on its brink, its foam brings not madness and murder: no blood stains its liquid g'ass; pale widows and starving chil- dren weep not burning tears in its depths! Speak out, my would you exchange it for the de- non's diink. A shout like the roar of the tempest An Interesting Operation. The experiment of a direct transfu- sion the blood of a live lamb was performed upon the person of Herman Dubois, residing at No. 44 Globe street, by Drs. fulius Hoffman and Weyland, of New York City, afternoon, at s; o'clock. It took this one the fond mother Not a moment spare to caress her to hasten forward. Draw- i nearer to the building, this fear bc- intense that it amounted al- 90 nnost to conviction o and fragments of a rude and hasty re- past. The whole scene was calculated to strike terror to the heart of the deli- cate being who gazed upon it. But she scarcely saw the rude savages or their implements of death, for her whole soul absorbed in contem- plating a portion of the scene we have not yet described, and which riv- eted her attention with a thrilling and magic power. Bound to a tree was the form of her husband, and at his feet, on the cold ground, lay her child. The father's face was pale, and stained a word did she utter to greet her husband. The of a new-found, uncertain happiness had settled upon her spirit, and she feared to break its thrilling charm. For a time they traveled thus in silence and darkness, moving, as near as they could judge, in the direction of their home, and anxious to be farther, slill farther, away from their enemies. At length weariness compelled them to rest awhile, and, as the dawning minute and thirty-three seconds to make the transfusion, about six ounces being transfused within the time and it proved an entire success. It took nearly an entire day to prepare the lamb for the experiment Every vein which was connected with the jugular vein was severed and securelv tied by the physicians, so to allow the blood free egress to the arm of the patient. Dr. Hoffman used a small glass tube aoout two inches and one- half long, slightly curved for the oper- ation, thus bringing the r.eck of the lamb in very close proximity to the patient'o arm. Mr. Dubuis has been ifflicted with the consumption a httie more than two years, and as a last re- sort for relief, it wai thought best by his friends to try the experiment. At last accounts he was quite comfortable. Immediately alter transfusion, the pa- tient experienced sharp pains through out the back, chest, and limbs, together with a shortness of breath for about fifteen minutes, then he became quite until a little after six, when he ex- hibited the same sjmptoms accom- day began to shed a trembling; lighi abroad, they crept into a thicket anc sought repose. The beams of the rising sun lightened the wanderers on their homeward journey, and when that sun wss sinking to repose, its parting rays fell calmly over the wood- man's humble home, revealing a scene of biiss such as seldom visits the II -w _ panied with fo- about half an hour, then he became quiet, and re mam in that condition at IT o Fall River Cor. of the Prwdcnce Journal. THIRTEEN tons of barnacles were recenllv taken from the bull of an irdo ship, after a six months' voyage. six feet six. C. F. Field, late chief inspector of the London police, died last month. He was Dickens' escort in his various expeditions to the dangerous localities of London, and was the Inspector Bucket of "Bleak House." Charles S. Bernard, formerly Secre- tary of the New York Dramatic Fund Association, died in that city on the i6th. He was the husband of Caro- line Richings, of English opera fame. The death is reported of Arpin the BMinger. the famous French wrestler, e died from the rupture of a blood vessel, caused while practicing with a weight of about So pounds. He wres- tled times in public, and was on- ly thrown 67. Joseph Vicarri has gone to the New York State Prison for life. He thought he ov ed Mr. Biancamaro two cents, and Mr. Biancamaro thought it was four. During the debate, Mr. Vicarri sent a dirk into Mr. Biancamaro's in- terior and brought him to terms. Miss Emma Callender, a practicing physician of Middlebury, Vt, former- ly Professor of Physiology and Hy- giene in Mount Holyoke Seminary at South I ladley, Mass., has been elected a member of'the Vermont Medical So- ciety, now in session at Montpelier, and is the first woman who ever be- longed to that organization. The pocket-book taken from the person of Major John Andre by his captors, September 23, l78o, has been presented to the Connecticut Histori- cal Society by Rev. A L. Whitman, Groton, Con., and has been placed in the Exhibition Hall of the Society in Hartford. It will hereafter be pre- served by the side of Arnold's watch, which has been for many years in the cabinet of the Historical Society. The Montgomery Messenger says There is a negro boy living in Newport who will drink kerosene oil by the quantity whenever be can get it. He craves it to such an extent that the family are compelled to hide not only the can which contains it, but even the lamps. He has been known to drink half a pint at a time. The effect of it is similar to mean whisky it produces a wild intoxica- tion. The Wilmington (Del.) Commer- cial savs: "While the Chicago Cir- cus was traveling down the Peninsu- la, the gianc boy, only sixteen years of age, was taken sick with the typhoid fever, and, being unable to proceed further, was left at Frankford, a small village in Sussex Countv, as the cara- van passed through. He was without money or and subsisted upon the charity of strangers until death re- lieved him, on the icst The lad measured seven feet four when laid out for burial."
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