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One bright day a week ago, a young mother was taking a little girl of five to the train with her. The littlo one was dressed in dainty white, not a trace of wool in any of her garments, thin stockings and slippers,—yet she would not reach her destination until late that night—and every one knows Florida nights are cool—not to mention the almost certain showers that might drench them after they should leave the cars.‘‘Klla had a chill last night-,” said the mother, “and has a high fever now,” explaining the child's frotfulnoss.“Of course, you have wraps for her,” I asked, as I felt the little hot liandn. “You can’t depend on the weather at this season, yon know.”But, no; neither mother nor child had anything of the kind, yet they had been from home several weeks. The baby was allowed to play in the damp grass, and the mother sat on the veranda in thin clothing all the evening.“Oh, I nover take cold,” said she: but I did not wonder the little one had had a chill; she was not robust.I advise women who do their own work to do as little sloppy work as possible on rainy days; leavo ft for sunny weather. Ouo is not likely to take cold then. Much of it may be left over altogether, especially the washing of floors. It is labor lost; good sweeping will usually do.This season is a dull one to many. We ought to have pleasant occupation for the few dark days, being compelled to stay in doors. Those who delight in fancy work And that time passes swiftly when their fingers are living with embroidery nccdlo and bright silks. But an interesting book is a friend, indeed, to me for a long rainy day. The current magazines, too, are good company; the only difficulty is they are so few and far between, the subscription price, for the best, so high.Mix nib G. Mills.Trip to Canaveral.[Continued.]It is luncheon time so we take our downward steps singing which resounds through the tower and repair to the keeper’s cool, shady veranda where he joins us in repast; then, after an hour’s rest, start on the tramroad for the pier in the ocean, a mile away. As the rails are four by lour wc take hands two and two and find it as easy as walking on a sidewalk. The pier is only 275 feet long, which has been often used for landing supplies by steamers of 150 tons burden. This is the only ocean pier for hundreds of miies either north or south. It affords fine fishing from the fish stories and the evidences were strong as it was strewn with fish scales of various sizes and bait tins. Some of the parly go in bathing while the rest start up the shell bestrewn beach to the site of the former tower. The new tower was finished last year, it having to be moved owing to the encroachment made by the sea. A mile north of the pier we come to the embankment made to keep the sea from washing too much the foundation of the lighthouse that was erected in 1868 and re-erected on the new site one mile inland last year. The foundation of the lighthouse of ’68 is still to be seen some seventy-five feet from the embankment and consists of large blocks of grey granite with large bolts running through it at regular intervals. Of course we could not see the foundation some ten or twenty feet below the surface. The old tower was blown up so as to get material for the foundation of the new tower. During the period of six weeks that the light was moving there was a fourth-rate light in a temporary erection some sixty feet high which is still in a fair state and only a few feet from the foundation of the erection of ’68. The shipping world was notified of the change of position and the change in the light. Many of the houses were removed and those left are given up to the owls and rats. Beside one of the houses is a fig tree fifteen feet high that had bushels of fruit on it last year but was cut back a good deal by the freeze last winter and is making such good growth in that beach land that it is a surprise to many persons.The grounds are bright with gaillar-dias, oleanders, cactus, jasmine and periwinkle and with the cement walks and regularly laid lily and guava rows one knows man has been there.Back we go by the tramway that was laid for the removal of the lighthouse material to the new site and when all the party are together again get Button on the road in good time for supper before dark; so after that and some jokes, etc., on the upper deck all feel tired enough to turn in, well satisfied with the day.22nd.—After some of the young folks have a dip in the river, then breakfast, the most of the party visit Captain and Mrs. Wilson, who have been at their present residence some forty years, with the exception of two or three that the Captain was away in the war.Here we saw some fine old trees of loquat, orange, umbrella and various others; white roses and lilies were all around. One of the daughters showed us a beautiful family of German hare, so tame they come out of their house and sit on her lap. She has also some beautiful little white rabbits. Their pigeons — some forty odd —were a sight, while three young ring doves were much admired sitting in a cage very contentedly.As time presses we make a hasty adieu and steam up the river some seven miles which is near the head of the Banana river and make a landing at the old DeSoto orange grove. This is some forty years old and is owned by Mrs. Hanna. It shows the effect of the late cold in many places while in the sheltered parts arc to be seen many trees with oranges half grown and Villa Franca lemons in a flourishing condition.In this grove, some years ago, there was burnt a $10,000 house, which caught from a brush fire. The convex roof of the cistern is the only evidence left. A small house is there for the caretaker. As it is dinner time we embark and hasten away to take our dinner cn route notwithstanding a good, stiff sailing breeze is blowing.Before sunset we are in the Iiau Gallic river and tea is ready and we draw up to the dock amid hand and handkerchief waving.At tea the Captain makes his final speech which draws much laughter from the rest but the ladies find it hard to forgive him for saying their noses were as bright as an Italian sunset. One and all thoroughly enjoyed the trip and would like it renewed at an early date. This was an initial trip for the Spartan, and the different persons we were speaking to seem to want a steamboat for the river to run in connection with the railroad from EauGallie. This will make a pleasant trip for tourists and taking in lighthouse, country drive, shell picking and good sea fishing, there is enough variety about it all to satisfy most persons.Good board can be had at Mr. Barns’, near the Canaveral dock, where Button is to be found also. Besides the pleasant memories, wc hope to have two dozen views, that were taken at different points, to refresh our minds in years to comc.J. Nesbitt.FEEDING THE NERVES.Krom the Courier-Hcrntd. Saginaw. Mich.Do you see those two men walking up the street? One has a vigorous, firm, elastic step; his head well up, his eyes bright, a picture of a sound and perfect man. The other is bent, his knees weak and unsteady, a listless air about his whole make up. He has the appearance of one who is broken in health, and who has to whip himself to every task. The difference between these two men is a difference of nerve power. With nerve power comes energy, enterprise, force, vigor—all things which make existence enjoyable. Without it the muscles cannot act, the brain cannot think. Bear in mind that life is nerve power, and if you wish to keep it you must feed the nerves. Do not simply stimulate them, but coax them, feed them. Give them the food which will renew their life, and make them sound and healthy that they may ward off disease.Probably paralysis is the nearest disease to nerve death that we know, and wc therefore cite a case of it below to show what a certain famous nerve-building preparation can do to feed and absolutely restore, almost hopelessly wasted nerves.There are but few in the Saginaw Valley but who have known personally or have made the acquaintance indirectly of W. H. Dawson, 618 Union Avenue, Saginaw, Mich., West Side.Until the fall of ’92 Mr. Dawson was as full of vigor as any young man. As a result of the grip he became paralyzed. For this he was treated by the best medical talent, and also spent ten months at the Indiana State Institute at Indianapolis. Here he contracted scarlet fever, and when he left the institute he was in a worse condition than when he entered. On his return to Saginaw he gave up entirely. He was such a care to his friends. He was completely paralyzed from his waist down, and his limbs were simply skin and bones, with no life nor feeling in them. After awhile a friend prevailed on him to try Pink Pills. In a few days he could move his toes a trifle. He was greatly encouraged and kept 011 with them. The following he told our reporter:“In two months time I could move my limbs about on the bed, and by the time another month had seen me swallow this medicine, to which I owe my life, I was able to get out of bed alone. It has been just about one year since I learned of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and during that time I have made such marked improvement that I gladly proclaim what they have done for me to all the world, and ask you fel-
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Jacksonville Florida Farmer and Fruit Grower
Jacksonville, Florida, US
Sat, Jul 27, 1895
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