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VOLUME 1. EBENSBURG, FA., THURSDAY, JULY 18, 1867. NUMBER 25.
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The subscriber calls the attention of the
public to the fact, that he baa just received
aad opened out in his New Store, a large
liock of goods, consisting of
FLOUR, CORN MEAL, CHOP FEED.
Bran. Fish. Bacon and Cheese; Sugar, Cof-
Tea, Molas?a. Spices. Tobacco. Cigars.
Indies. Soap, Vinegar, &c Jtc.
NOTIONS, DRUGS, PERFUMERY.
Stuneware and Earthenware. ALSO, a fine
wortment of the beat and latest style of
HaU. lie always keeps constantly on
Land Bologna Sausages, Sardines, Fresh and
Spiced Oysters in can, or half cans, and al
most everything in the eating or drinking
ue. All cf which will be sold at email
Maik Strxet, EbENSBUita, Pa.
January 31, 1807.
piPORTANT to EVERYBODY.
JOHN D. THOMAS
Takes pleasure in announcing to the citizens
J Ebensburg and the north of the county
f-tcrrally. that he haa recently added to his
iock a large and complete assortment of
HOES, BUSKINS, GAITERS, &c,
For Ladies and Children's Wear,
frcm the celebrated wholesale manufacturing
ubli.hrnent ofZiegler& Sutton, Philadel
r -'a. This stock comprise everything that
desirable aud serviceable In the way of
rjUtn-made meed cork, and every article is
&rrantd of the bettt material and most per
c: manufacture. Iu the sale of these goods
a lubscriber pledges himself to repair free
.'charge any article that, may give way af
r a reasonablo time and reasonable usaee.
Jue laaies are specially invited to call ana
limine the' stock.
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The subscriber also keeps on hand and is
roared to manufacture to order BOOTS
fad SHOES for Gent's and Youth's wear, of
M very best material and workmansLip,
at ptlces as reasonable as like work can
kobtaiued anywhere. Fiench Calf, Com-f-'JD
Calf, Morocco and all ether kinds of
leather constant! v rn lmnrl.
J7" Store on Main street, next door to
f.-awford'a Hotel. ffeb21-tf.
0 TIIE LADIES OF EBENS-
HTTPl vrvvrntxTTTW it
a.. u ivi.t ui . tiaviug re
ally arrived from the city with a hand
fee assortment of Spring and Summer Mil.
-ry and Straw Goo-ls. of the latest styles,
uprising Bonnets. Silks and Velvets, fine
WrcA Flowers, an assortment of Ribbons,
f ' widths and colors. Ladies rilain and fan-
h Dress Cups, Infants' Silk and Embroid-
f w Laps, together with Hoop Skirts. Cor
r Hosiery, Gloves, Ladies' and Gent's
-e Lmen Handkerchiefs, &c , we invite the
wes of Ekensburg and surrounding dis
icU to call aud examine onr 6tock, in the
'r room formerly occupied by E. Hughes,
the Mountain House.
have a fashionable mil iner of excel
taste, who will pay particular attention
Mnets to the latest styles.
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I W. O. MOBPUEY.
TT CHILDS & CO.,
rA WhoUiaU Dealers In
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m. mi Mil m mmi
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Budns attended to in EbensWg by
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Farmers and others owning cattle should
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April 4, 1867-ly. Altoona. Pa.
&y Col. WM. EL. PIPER, Ebensburg. has
been appointed local agent for the Hartford
Lite Stock Insurance Company.
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of American and Foreign Cities and Laud
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STEREOSCOPIC VIEWS OF THE WAR,
From negatives made in the various cam
paigns, and forming a complete Photo
graphic history of the great cootest.
STEREOSCOPIC VIEWS ON GLASS,
Adapted for either the Magic Lantern or the
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We manufacture more largely than any
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cents to $60 each. Our ALBUMS have the
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Card Photograph or Generals, States
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Our Catalogue embraces over five thous
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OCh The prices and quality of our goods
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We are now selling Exchange (at New
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Desire to inform the public generally that
they are now prepared to execnte Hovse,
Sign and Ornamental Painting, Glazing, Pa
per Hanging. Graining and Calcemining, ei
ther in Cambria, Blair or Huntingdon Coun
ties, on the shortest notice, in the very best
style, and at prices as reasonable as any
other firm or individual in the country.
Call at their room in Lowther's buildiDg,
under Roush's Drag Store, or address
John Rockett & Co., Altoona, Pa.
April 25, 1867.-6m.
JOHN HICKEY, Altoona Pa.,
Dealer tm all kinds
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LOUNGES, 1 TABLES.
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COMMON CHAIRS, &c
NEW FURNITURE WARER00M,
JULIA STREET, It EAR HARRIET,
Opposite ih ProUsiant Episcopal Church,
Mam ?, lfr.-ly. VAST ALTOONA,
TIIE MEDLEY OF MEDLEYS.
As I was going down the street,
With Maggie by my side.
An old crow sat on a hickory limb
Make way for liberty ! he cried.
We go for strong, vigorous measures.
Said the spider to the fly ;
The artful dodger sighed,
Good bye, old arm, good bye.
Hark from the tombs a doleful pound
No Irish need apply ;
Listen Lo the gipsy's warning.
Don't fly your kite too high.
We won't go home till morning
What's that to you ?
I'm a young man from the country
I paddle my own canoe.
I spent 6ix weeks in Georgia,
With the sword of Bunker Hill j
I heard old Abe telling jokes,
Methinks I hear him still.
Dearest love, do you remember
The cottage by the sea ?
'Twas twenty years ago to-day.
Beneath the old oak tree.
Weep not for me, the veteran cried, .
I'm a bachelor forlorn ;
I'm going home to die no more,
I'll meet you in the morn.
A grasshopper sat on a sweet potato vine.
With the banjo on his knee ;
To arms ! to arms ! he cried.
My country, 'tis of thee !
Meet me by moonlight alone.
I say to Nellie BIy,
Says she to me Joe Bowers,
The goose hangs high.
We'll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree,
The Radicals once did avow j
Tell me, ye winged winds.
Why don't they do so now?
Lie up nearer, brother.
Picayune Butler's coming to town ;
Great God ! she cried, in accents wild,
I tremble at his frown.
The boy stood on the burning deck.
With Bingen on the Rhine;
And Noah ha got on a spree.
In the days of Auld Lang Syne.
There's a good time coming, boys,
A hundred years hence j
The country's gone to thunder, John,
There's a nigger in the fence.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Oh, Susannah, don't you cry ;
How are you, Horace Greely 1
Tear down the flaunting lie.
The poor old slave has gone to rest,
But his soul is marching on ;
Wake, Betsey wake, my sweet galoot.
Who's pin here since ish pin gone 1
Trr '.v . l
alts, Shtfcjjts, mhtts, tfx
LOST IN THE WOODS.
A LEGEND OF VERMONT.
About ninety years aero the events of
my story commenced. It was in Ver
mont, within the limits of the townfdiio
of Rockingham or Sorincfield. it is im
possible to say which, that the log cabin
wiucn was me Dome ot tue nerome stood,
surrounded by a forest. The real names
of the actors in this tragedy of the woods
have passed out of the legend, and I,
tnerexorc, suDsutute names which come to
'I have finished mv SDinnincr. Robert.
a CJ 9
and I shall carry the yarn home to-day.
I tninK 1 will spend the day with Mrs.
Green, and wish vou would come and
meet me and bring the baby home," said
trie young wire, taking the linen yarn in
her apron and the baby on her . arm.
"Very well," replied the husband, giv
ing his crowing child a kiss, as he started
off" with his hoe over his 6houIder for his
wheat field. His lot had been burned
over and sown with wheat, but the huge
6tumps of the old trees, and the thick un
derground roots in the new land, prevented
the use of the plow. - . .'
All day he worked busily in the fresh
soil, . with the strange wood sound about
him, eating his lunch at noon from the little
basket, until the lengthened shadows of the
forest around his clearing betokened sun
set. Then he started off to meet his wife.
A mile or two in the forest his neighbor
Green had made his clearing. He went
on, without meeting his wife and baby,
until be got to bis neighbor's door.
"Why," said Mrs. Green, in answer to
bis enquiries, "didn't you meet her ? She
hasn't been gone long only a few min
utes.' "Can 6he possibly have missed the
marked trees T asked Robert Harris,
- "Do not be alarmed, neighbor Harris,"
said Mr. Green, "I will go along back
The Ivro men went together through the
foraae, which every mors en t rv darker
and drearier. They called Mrs. Harris1
name aloud at intervals, but there came
no reply. They kept sayiDg to each other,
"We may find her at home," but they
were heavy at heart.
The log house was reached, but the
mother and baby were not there. The
cow lowed to be milked, and the pigs
jvno ran in me wooas an day and came
home at night, clamored for their usual
feeding, but the men took no notice of
theva. lfcck again through the woods,
with a lantern, calling and hallooing.
Then they went to the next clearing, and
"A woman lost !" What telegram in
the exciting days of battle ever fell more
thrillingly on human ears than those
word, going from mouth to mouth among
the home-nests of a new country ?
With iron muscles and determined wills
the warm-hearted settlers started out.
"Wfe will scour the woods ; we will find
her, never fear !" According to a custom
they had at such times, they blew dinner
horns, built fires, and shouted until they
were hoarse. No tidings of the lost ones
on that night All the next day they
searched, and day after day as long as
possible. Fires were left smouldering
among the trees, men who knew the woods
kept resolutely to the search, but the bud
ding April forests had its own secrets. -
When Mrs. Harris started, with her
baby in her arms, from Mrs. Green's, ex
pecting momentarily to meet her husband,
she went on carelessly, her attention being
directed in part to the child, when, sud
denly looking up, she discovered no white
scar of the axe on any tree in sight. But
she fancied she bad only stepped out of
the track, and might in a moment regain
it. A vain fancy ! She went on, but
nothing familiar met her eye.
The night came on. The -song birds
went to rest, and the owls commenced
their doleful hooting. She was alone
with her infant in a great sea of forest,
where never woodman's axe had echoed.
She was lost. She sat down faint and
tired, ; and, womanlike, began to cry.
Hark ! That was a human shout ! She
arose and, holding her course, ran breath
lessly toward it. And now she thought
she heard it again, farther off. Many
hours of the night were spent in running,
with hysterical sobs and palpitating heart,
towards the voices of her friends, so near
that she could hear them, but so far away
that no effort of frenzied strength could
enable her to reach their protecting pres
ence. Towards morning she slept, leaning
against a tree, with the baby on her
'uosom. But she started nervously in her
dreams, and at the first bird song awoke
to full consciousness. With daybreak
came a renewal of her courage. She
would not weakly give up to die. Her
friends would find them. She saw near
her some last year's berries, and touch
leaves of wintei-green, and a few acorns.
A poor breakfast, but she eat whatever
she could find, for the sake of her child
more than her own. This day also- she
ran wildly through the tangle of dead brakes
and briers, growing from the decay of cen
turies over the gullies and jagged rocks,
past rude branches that caught at and
rent her dress, till she came to the dying
embers of a fire. Here she lingered long.
Her friends had been here ; perhaps Kob
ert had kindled this fire with his own
hands, and for her. Hark, again! the
search has commenced this morning.
Echoing through the woods comes the pro
longed shriek of the dinner horn. She
calls with all the desperation of one drown
ing ; she rushes forward, but the ground
is rough, and, alas 1 how heavy the baby
grows! She is giddy from the loss of
sleep and the want of food. The baby
moans and will not be comforted. In this
way she passed the day and another dread
ful night. She finds another fire ; she
stays by it and keeps it burning through
the night, for she is afraid of vrolves.
Another morning and she is almost hope
less. O, will not heaven pity her? The
little one grows weaker ; he cannot hold
up his head. Another terrible night;
baby moans piteously ; he falls into con
vulsions ; the next day he dies. All day
she carries the little, lifeless body in her
arms, and all night, beneath the unpitying
stars, she holds it to her bosom.
She carried the little dead burden day
after day, until the purple hue of decay
was setting rapidly over it, and she felt,
with a pane; at her heart, that she must
bury it. Then she looked about for a
spot where Ehe might dig the tiny grave,
so deep that the wildcat and wolf would
not scent it out. Weak as she was, this
was no easy task, but in htr wanderings
she came upon a giant tree, uptora at
some former time by a hurricane. In the
soft earth where the roots had lain she
scooped out the baby's resting place, and,
making it soft with mon, covered the cord
little form forever from her sight Then
she sat down by the grave in a stupor of
grief. Hour after hour passed ; how to
commence the dreadful pilgrimage 1 Then
she noted everything about the spot. Here
was a rock, there stood an immense hem
lock. Yes, she would know the place.
She could find it easily with Robert.
Then began again the struggle through
the wilderness. Day after day, week
after week, she passed on. Her shoes
were worn to fragments and fell from her
feet Her garments were torn to tatters.
But the days grew warmer, and the fever
that was burning in her veins made even
the soft showers that fell upon her wel
come. First she ate the buds of trees
and the bark of the birch. Presently she
began to find the young checkerberry
leaves, and now and then she came upon
a partridge's nest, and greedily sucked the
eggs. After a time there were red rasp
berries and black thimble berries in the
woods, and then she knew it was July.
The trees had now put on afresh their
beautiful garments. But for the delicious
poetry one finds in the woods, sauntering
out from the busy world for an hour, she
cared nothing. She saw nothing but Irees,
trees, trees, in interminable succession.
It seemed years, yes, ages ago that she
wept the hearth with a birch broom, and
sung the baby to sleep in Robert's cabin.
Her mind grew bewildered, still she went
on, on, on. When she came to a large
stream she went up towards its source
until she could wade across it. So she
said ; and she affirmed that she never
crossed a stream wider than a brook. She
paid no attention to sun and moon as a
guide, or indication of the points of the
compass, but she must have taken a north
westerly direction. There were Black
river, Mill river, Waterqueechy, and
White Wail's Well, flowing into the Con
necticut river from the Vermont side ; but
she constantly asserted that she saw none
of them. Through July and August there
were berries of various kinds, and by
means of these she sustained what little
life was left. And now the maple bean
to take on its gorgeous crimson, and the
silver birches to wear their pale gold of
September ; the birds were leaving the
forsst ; occasionally she had glimpses of
a black bear, turned out of the path afraid
of the human form; but no human being
did she meet And long before human
voices had ceased to call her name.
Was she alone on earth, and was the
earth one vast wilderness withoat outlet,
without a clearing or a settlement ? Had
God taken all life but that of brutes, and
forgotten her, or ordained her to wander
forever I Tramping, tramping, with her
feet bleeding and cracked at first ; and
after calleused ; naked, or nearly so ;
knowing nothing of time or place, she was
fast becoming idiotic ; when she was hun
gry she sought for food, but the great idea
lingering in her mind was that of pressing
on. Since the luxuriance of summer had
filled the forest with ferns and a new
growth of brier and underbrush, there was
more trouble ef passing through. But
she had become quite accustomed to the
rough work, and the frenzy at last became
a steady, constant habit, almost the labor ,
of life to her.
One day in October the inhabitants of
the village of Charleston, N. H., were
startled into the wildest excitement by
seeing a nearly naked, emaciated woman,
with her hair streaming npon her shoul
ders, walk with bewildered gaze along
their streets, one told them she was;
Robert Harris's wife, and that she was
".Robert Harris's wife, who disappeared
from the opposite side of the river in
April I" exclaimed the villagers. "How
had she crossed the Connecticut ? Where
had she been all this time ?" i
But she told them Bhe had never crossed
the Connecticut, and that she had been
lost in the woods all this time. There
was no lack of hospitality ; the wanderer
was immediately clad and fed and cared ;
for to the utmost. Volunteers went at
once and brought her husband, for the i
story of his bereavement was well known
on the Charleston side of the river. 1
We can only imagine the meeting, and
the tears that were shed at the thought of
the" little, forsaken grave by the uprooted
tree. But it is said that joy bells were
rung in the village, and the poor woman.
a living skeleton, was nursed and petted
-everylxxiy vieuig with her neighbor to
lavish every good thing upon her until
her weakened mind received its tone again.
As she constantly asserted she had
never crossed the river, it is supposed she
wandered into Canada, and going round
the Connecticut at its source, or crossing
where it was a brooklet, passed down on
the New Hampshire side, until she reached
a location just opposite that from which
When she began to grow strong again
her mind recurred constantly to the grave
in the wilderness. She described to her
husband its surroundings, and he went
and searched for it, but without success.
As soon as she was able, she went out
with her husband and other friends, to
search, but the baby's grave was never
It was thought very strange that she,
in all her wanderings, never met a roving
Indian, but so it was. The Indian tribes
had perhaps nearly disappeared from New
England since the French and Indian war;
but however that may be, the first human
being she saw, after the burial of her in
fant, was in Charleston.
This singular legend has descended to
the writer from a descendant of hers, who
was the third child born in the town of
Rockingham, Vt, and the slory is an un
The Latest from the Song Writer.
BT TUE "FAT CONTBIBUTOB."
The man who "Drempt I dwelt in mar
ble hails" has opened a marble quarry
there, and is doing a thriving business in
getting out grave stones.
The author of "Carry me back to Old
Virginia" has opened a livery stable and
is carreid back in his own conveyance
whmaver he wants to be.
The man who sang "I am Lonely since
my Molher died" is'nt quite so lonely now.
The old man married again, and his step
mother makes it lively enough for him.
The author of "Life on the Ocean
Wave" is gratifying his taste for the sea
by tending a sawmill. He will be on the
The one who gave "The Old Folks at
Home" to the world has recently taken
them to the poor house, as they were get
The author of Shells of Ocean" is ia
the clam business.
The man who wanted to "Kiss him for
bis Mother" attempted to kiss his mother
for him the other day, and him gave him a
walloping "for his mother."
The one who wailed so plaintively, "Do
they miss me at home ?" was missed the
other day, together with a neighbor's wife.
He is missed by n wife and seven chil
dren. The author of "Three blind mice" has
started a menagerie with them.
The man who wrote "Five o'clock in
the morning," found that no saloons wer
open at that early hour where he could
get his bitters, so he lies abed rather later
"Give me a cot in the valla v I
has got a cot ia the infirmary. Mein
The man who sighed, "Take roe home
to die," took Dr. Kerr's Svstem Rennv.
tor, and is now a "Fine ould Irish Gen
"Meet me br moonlight aW
left oflf meat, and taken to drink.
me author of "Roll on silver moon,"
has opened a ball alley. Silver mnnn
can't roll on his alley without paying for it
The disconsolate who sines. "Hava
you seen my Maggie V has heard of her.
a . r t . .
Anotner ielicr informs him through tha
music store, that "Maggie's by my side."
"I'd offer thee this hand of mine," has
been sued for a breach of promise.
"Oh! Susanna," settled with her at
length, and don't owe Susanna any more.
The author of "Old Arm Chair" i m
in the furniture business.
The one who Dleaded "RnrV mm
Sleep, Mother, Rock me to Sleep," has at
length been gra tificd. His mother, yield
ing to hi3 solicitations, nicked tin a wvlr
and rocked him to sleep. He hasn't woka
The one who asked, "Who will Care
for Mother now V has finally concluded
to take care of the old woman himself, as
no one else seems inclined to.
This Superintendent of a Sunday School
in Hartford, Connecticut, recently mad5
his Annual Report, in which he recom
mended that the adult members should go
to work and do all in their power to m
crease the infant class in his school during
the coming year.
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In China there are seven grounds for
divorce, of which the fourth ia talkative
ness in worn an. Ex. paper. " Holy sail
or I what's the fare to China V
Milttajrt order obeyed by the ladies in
wet weather "Dress np in front, and
close up in the rear, stand fast in tha
Mns. Yeix lately cowbided a Mr. Lay
for not performing a promise to marry
ber. As he wouldn't make bar Lay, ft
made him yelk