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VOL. XIV. LAKE PROVIDENCE. EAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1902. NO.1*
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Won't you give me a nod my brother, Won't you give me a word, my brother!
TAs you journey along lite' road? _Just a whisper within my ear?
n would waken anew my courage It would kindle anew my purpose
And lighten my weary load. uWould one little word ot cheer.
Won't you give me a smile. my brother? Won't you give me your hand, my brother?
Just the gleam of a kindly eye? Let rue clasp it before we part?
nIt woud brihtke me forget my weaknes It would lihten my load of sorrow
--Columbus (Ohio) State Journal.
turned his back on the rough clear
ings and struck into a lumber road
which penetrated into the heart of the
But as he continued his walk his
4 quick step was suddenly arrested. The
voice of the wind, even in its angriest
lashing of the forest, never made a
sound like that low-pitched, long
Sdrawn-out howl. Two or three times
hrfor in hi. llff Tn ,lr h..t ham.,i
T'S a long tramp. Jack."
"Yes, but the crust's hard
and I can do it easily."
"You've done most a good
day's work besides."
"Never mind that." Jack gave a
proud little jerk of his head as he
looked up from the gun he was care
fully cleaning. "I'm most as big as a
man and full as strong."
"You don't expect to do much.,hunt
Ing by th, way, do you?"
"Only to keep a lookout."
The short winter day was closing in
as Jack set out on his long walk
a walk under conditions not often ex
perienced In these days, but not un
usual twenty-five years ago in North
Forest in almost unbroken stretches
for miles on miles. A heavy snowfall
had rejoiced the hearts of the lumber
men It the camps scattered at far
distances from each other. Logging
had been pushed on with energy un
til the cold weather had been inter
rupted by a day's rain, which had
spread dismay among those depending'
on solidly packed roads.
But nature had been kind to the
hard workers, for the softness had
been followed by a period of cold al
most unprecedented. For two weeks
the temperature would have read far
below zero had any of the forest la
borers seen a thermometer to read.
"THE WOLVES WER E CLOSE BEHIND."
The declining rays of the reddening
sunset lent a sparkle to the snow as
Jack briskly set out on his long waik.
As the luminary took its last glance
at the bleak world the moon arose,
smiling over a cold appalling to any
less sturdy than the forest laborers
who knew no other climate, and re
joiced in conditions favorable to their
It was a great occasion which de
manded Jack's presence at home-no
less a one than the marriage of his
oldest sister. The father was dead,
and Jack, in his faithfully sustained
position as man of the house, was al
ready taking on a weight of care
beyond his years.
His home lay ten miles distant from
tio lu:iiber camp in which he did, as
v~'as his proud declaration, almost a
,lan's work. In the other direction
was the nearest small town, which
Jack had taken occasion to visit a few
(days before on an errand of import
When fully out of sight of the camp
and beyond all possible observation
from any of its occupants he paused
to unfasten his tightly buttoned coat.
The warmth at his honest heart kept
him from feeling the bitterness of the
cold on his hands drawn from the
A snmall parcel taken from his breast
pocket-and the radiance of the sunset
had nothing to do with the glow which
lightened his face as he carefully loos
ened the wrappings to gaze on an or
nament of colored glass set in brass.
designed for the adornment of the
"It's fine. And Abby'll think no end
of it. There isn't a girl in the settle
ment that's got one like it."
"But." with a more sober face, as,
after looking at the sun's rays as they
shone through the glass and were re
flected from the metal, he returned the
Jewel to his pocket. "it ain't up really
to what I'd ought to do for Abby, and
she gettin' married. Father'd 'a' gven
her somethin' of a settin'-out. All
winter I've been watchin' for a bear.
If I could 'a' got one and sold the skin,
I'd 'a' been able to do real well by
His mind was full of what this do
ing would have been had he possessed
the means to carry out his loving de
sires. The log cabin which was to be
his sister's home, would, he well knew,
be destitute of all but the barest con
veniences. Deep in his heart lay the
fond wish to distinguish it by some
"P'raps I'll have luck yet before the
winter's over," he soliloquised.
The sharp nip of the cold sent him
on with brisk footsteps. He passed
t5h last settler' sa as his w4a.
the dismal yell, but always under cir
cumstances including no danger. How
the men in the bleak North country
hated the sneaking creature which
preyed on the few flocks of sheep,
would attack children or even a man
when enough of them came together.
Many a wolf story had Jack listened
to beside the campfire. The animals
were getting scarcer as the country
gradually became more settled, but
he had heard of cases in which the
severity of the season had brought the
ugly things in packs frightfully near
the scattered homes.
He listened with every sense on keen
edge. No, it was not the wind. Even
in the short moment in which he stood
still he could fancy that it grew louder,
that snarling howl, broken by barks
and yells. He looked carefully at the
condition of his gun.
"I'm all right as long as I have you,"
he said, giving it a pat as he hurried
on. "But-If that really is a wolf
or it might be two or three of 'em by
the noise-the sooner I can get to the
Holcomb clearin' the better I'll like
He increased his speed to a run, but
the shortness of breath induced by the
extreme cold soon brought him to a
halt. And In the dead hush of the for
est the appalling notes came with a
distinctness which brought to Jack
the first thought of peril.
Not one wolf, or two or three, but a
pack, driven by starvation. Oh, the
horror of that ceaseless yell! With
all his strength the boy pressed on,
terror adding speed to his limbs. It
was for life, this race-he knew it
well now. No gunshot would avail
with that pack of yelling demons. 'The
patches of moonlight were few and far
between In the dense shadows of the
trees, and with straining eyes he
watched for the curve in the road
which would bring him to Holcomb's
clearing. But as the quick breaths of
the pursuing enemy became distin
guishable amid their barks and howls,
Jack realized that he had no hope of
making it. Nearer, close by the road
side, he remembered, an old log cabin,
long since disused as a dwelling, but
occasionally temporarily occupied by
settlers making their way farther on.
How far he might find safety here
he could only conjecture, but it was
something in the.way of a shelter.
The wolves were close behind as he
dashed into the cabin, giving the door
a desperate shove after him. No time
to fasten it, for the yelps came in too.
But there were friendly rafters above,
and with one leap Jack was among
With his head reeling, breath com
ing in heavy pants and a faintness in
realizing the horror of his situation,
Jack grasped the timbers. They were
old; he could almost fancy they shook
and swayed under him. He did not
trust himself to look below until he
felt himself securely poised. It made
him dizzier when at length he ventured
a glance. There they were, the hungry
demons, leaping, snapping, enraged
that their prey, so near, should yet
be beyond their reach. Jack did not
take a second look. With returning
breath and steadier head he brought
his strong common sense to the con
sidering of the situation.
"Howl away, you Brutes. You think
you're going to get me sooner or late,
don't you? Not if I'm a woods boy '
How many of them were there?
Would they never quit crowding in
at that door? A few moments later
he heard a dull slam through the din
of snarling voices and looked for the
cause. The door had at length been
pushed shut, and in one of the frantic
leaps Its heavy old wooden latch had
fallen into place.
"Ah, here I am-locked in. Now,
vbhat next? I wonder which of us
lould starve to death first," he mut
tered. "You, maybe," with another
glance at his fqes, "for you're hungry
to begin with, and I'm not. Only I'm
not so used to being hungry as you
megasliig his nerve and self-posses
sa, he g'minmO hils swrmilaw
with anxious eyes. He saw that so
long as he looked well to his hold
among the rafters he was In no pres
ent danger. But how was he to get
out? The cabin was built of logs. He
might work for days without making
any impression on its solid sides.
But above him, within easy reach
of his hands, was the roof, through
which came small twinkles of blessed
moonlight. He soon found that it
was made of saplings laid close to
gether, then finished with a thick cov
ering of brusf. To his great joy he
found that decay had begun its work
and the smaller saplings were ready
to crumble under a vigorous touch.
But others were strong. They would
yield only to slow cutting with his
knife. Hlis footing was precarious;
with one hand he must continuously
He never could have told of how
many hours of frightfully exhaustive
labor followed his conviction that
through that roof lay the only hope of
saving his young life. Once he stopped,
almost in despair.
"Must be about that weddin' time
now," he groaned, his head dropped
upon his free hand. "And if they
knew-mother and all of 'em-!" At
it again.' As at length he could put his
head out a new fear was growing.
What if more of his pursuers were on
the outside? Then there was no help
for him. Shelterless, he would surely
freeze to death before the cruel night
would be over. Better that than the
other. With bleeding hands, whirling
brain, every muscle on a strain with
the last effort, Jack pulled himself
upon the roof and peered over its
edge. No, there were no more. The
glaring eyes, the gnashing teeth, the
howls, the pandemonium-all shut in.
With renewed strength, born of
blessed certainty, Jack sped back to
the camp for help.
It was a frolic such as woodsmen
love; such as rarely comes to their
monotonous lives--the shout, the exhil
arating rush over the frozen snow,
the keen relish for the hunt.
"Seems hardly fair, though, poor
brutes-like takin' advantage of 'em,
shut In so," said one.
But sentiment did not prevail, as
one after another of the snarling voices
"Seventeen of 'em, as I'm a livin'
man. Jack, my boy, you'll be rich on
Bounty! Jack had not had time to
think of that-of the five good dollars
paid by the State for each one of the
ugly scalps. And to think of all the
good things he could do for Abby and
"But," he began, "it belongs to all
of you-you all helped."
"Not a bit of it, boy. Every cent of
it goes to you. You 'most earned It
with your life."
"The weddin's all over, of course,"
said Jack, to himself, as late in the
night, he drew near home.
But no wedding had taken place.
Mother and Abby, with anxious faces,
were sitting over the fire, and he was
received with a rush of open arms.
"Where's Hiram?" was Jack's first
"Hiram's gone back-he can only
get away once a week, you know-"
Gone! And without you?"
"And do you think there'd be any
weddin' here without you, Jacky? And
we not knowin' what might 'a' become
o' you? The weddin's put off till next
There was little delay in securing
the bounty at the nearest county town.
And Abby rejoiced in such a "settin'
out" as few of the hardy young home
makers had ever known.-Sidney
Dayre, in the Chicago Record-Herald.
The National flower controversy is
likely to be revived. Some years ago
it was apparently settled, after a long
struggle between the daisy, the rose
and the golden rod, in favor of the last
named. But there was much dissent
from this decision, which lacked for
mal authority, and to-day the question
is practically as open as ever. The ar
gument against the daisy, it will be re
membered, was that that flower is in
reality a weed, dreaded by farmers,
and too common to be set up in the
high place of National preference.
Those who opposed the golden rod in
sisted that it was not a flower, but a
collection of minute blooms, and that
it lacked individual form. Some peo
ple were so indifferent to the questions
of art and patriotism involved as to
condemn the graceful yellow plume as
a breeder of hay fever. The rose was
not generally favored, inasmuch as it
is the floral symbol of England. Now,
after a lapse of years, with golden rod
running first and daisy second in the
race, comes a new candidate for pub
lic favor, the carnation, its claims be
ing indorsed by the State of Indiana,
now holding their annual show at
Indianapolis. It was the favorite flow
er of the late President McKinley, and
the tribute to his memory involved in
its adoption as the National emblem
is proposed as within the reach of the
people without difficulty or expense.
A Traitor of the Veldt.
When Paardeburg had been fought
and Cronje was captured, his faithful
dog fell into the hands of the British.
The dog had followed the "desert Na
poleon" through all his campaign,
faithful and stanch in his dpvotion.
Now, a traitor dog, he is just as de
voted to the British camp at Green
Point, Cape Town, as ever he was to
H e is a long-legged retriever with
a love for fights. His battered sideu
bear witness to the fact that he nearly
always gets the worst of it. When a
company leaves camp the dog follows
them to the train and then comes back
in dejection. He is sullen and ferce,
except to the Tommies.
Sqairres netlag l a Chuaek Chimney.
8exton Davis, of the Congregational
Church, met with an unexpected dil
enulty when he made the first fie of
the season in the church. The chim
ney would not "draw," and the cause
was found to be a large squirrel's nest,
or a series of nests, in the top of the
structure. The opening was found
completely closed with squirrel-nest
material to the depth of four feet from
the top'--Ulrida TimUaesUane and ~it
For Clesaing Ships' nulle
The newest idea in the way of a
contrivance for cleaning the bottom of
ships at sea so as to avoid the ex
pense of docking is the invention of a
Florida man. It is a long tube of can
vas, with a sort of bag at the end of
it. The tube is lowered by ropes over
the side of the vessel, and the oper
ator slides down inside of it until he
reaches the bag.
The bag is weighted at the bottom
to hold it down and keep it steady,
and near the upper end of it is a glass
plate, through which the diver can
look and see what he is doing while
removing the barnacles and seaweeds
which have collected on the hull of
the ship.-New York Herald.
Disk Throwing Game of the Swie.
The mountaineers of Switzerland are
fond of outdoor sports-competitive
tests of strength and agility. Among
these sports that of "hurnussing"
seems to be the one least known out
side of the little Republic, but an at
tempt is about to be made to introduce
it into the United States. The "hur
nuss" is a small disk, about two inches
In diameter, much thicker in the mid
.le than at the ends.
When the game begins the "hurnuss"
:s laid on the raised end of a beam,
whose other end rests on the ground,
the disk being placed so that its rim
projects over the beam end. A sharp
stroke with a rudderlike stick on the
projecting end of the disk sends the
latter high up into the air. The play
ers are divided into two parties, hit
ters and catchers, the endeavor of the
latter being to intercept the flying
'hurnuss" by throwing short handled
fat shovels up into the probable line
of its flight, and then catch the inter
cepted falling disk with the hands.
To insure to the catchers a point the
1rosperity on tea Farm.
The world-wide scarcity of staple
foods means high prices for city con
lumers, but for this country the scare
ity has its cheerful side in the prosper
Ity of the farmer. Corn was badly
1 CL r
EVERYTHING GOING UP.
--From the Phildelphia Record.
hurt by the drought, but the smaller
yield is worth more money than ever.
and some old corn is still to be mar
keted. The same is true of wheat.
Beet-sugar production, prosperoue in
Cl~ipsls ua NJeLaW"ae sw Me tM g-tshw
catching must be done within a
marked space, beginning about twen
ty yards from the hitters, widening
more and more without limit ahead. If
the "hurnuss" be not caught it counts
a point for the hitter; if caught, one
for the catchers. Whenever the disk
falls three times in succession outside
of the marked space the hitter is
"out;" also when the "hurnuss" is
caught. So soon as all the hitters are
out the catchers take their places.
Whichever party makes the most
points is declared the winner.
How difficult it is to catch a "hur
nuss" may be gulssed from the fact
that the small disk is often pitched
twenty yards high and 200 yards
away; yet practiced players manage
to bring it down by throwing their
queer shovels up in the way of its
fiights.-New York Herald.
The Boy King of Spain.
There is something pathetic in the
position of Alphonso XIII., the boy
king of Spain. As yet he has not felt
the full burden of ruling the most
turbulent country in Europe, but on
May 17 next, when he completes his
sixteenth year, he must take over the
duties of kingship and more than his
share of its dangers. In appearance
he is quite a delicate lad, pale, thin
and nervous, but with a surprising re
serve of endurance. Considering his
age lie has, it is said, a wonderful
knowledge of mathematics, history
and military science, and he speaks
English, French and German as well
as his native tongue. Meantime Mad
rid has not seen much of him, and the
general impression that he does not
approve of the bull-ring affects his
Ride in a Barrel.
A new thing in the way of pleasure
railways is promised for the coming
summer season. It is nothing less
than a ride in a barreL The device
REVOLVING BARREL FLYERB.
Is shown in the accompanying cut
Railways of this kind may be erected
during the coming spring at Cape May,
Atlantic City, Asbury Park and Coney
The barrel flyer is the invention of
the late M. C. Campbell, and one of
them was built at Ritterville Park,
near Allentown, as an experiment, and
many thrilling rides were taken over
A Remark From an Auditor.
A Scottish member of Parliament
was not complimented lately when he
was addressing his constituents. He
assured his hearers that he was not
an idle member of the House, and
that during the last two years he had
put no less than 182 questions to the
Speaker and the members of the gov
ernment. "What an ignorant auld
beggar ye must be!" cried a voice
from the crowd.
States a good beginning. California
fruit profits by quicker freight service
and by the short apple crop. Hogs
sell at high prices. Horses three years
ago were shot as "varmints" in Mon
tana; now, because of the Boer war
demand, they are worth $40 to $50
apiece at the ranch. Long Island farm
ers are getting double prices for pota
toes, which are a paying crop from
Maine to Michigan. Land has ad
vanced in value; its owners are buyitng
stock, making improvemente. Agri
culture, tilhe basic Industry of all, was
never in a more flonrishing conditiod
uthn iID tlids earust to das,1Npw IYork
A DAY WITH THE
T HANKSGIVING DAY and the
cranberry are one and insep
arable in the United States.
During the year the cranberry
has as steady a market as the cabbage,
but in the month of November the de
mand for it is phenomenal, a little
less than one-half the year's crop be
A YOUTHoUL WORKER IN TIM IELED.
Ing disposed of in the thirty days. This
year the total yield is estimated at
1,000,000 bushels, and over 400,000
bushels will be needed for Thanksgiv
The cranberry grower is a sharer
in the general prosperity of the times,
his vines yielding him nearly twice the
crop of last year. From Gape Cod,
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CRANBERRY FIELD, WITH PICKERS AT WORKS
(The field is irrigated from the ditches at regular intervals.)
where American cranberries were first
cultivated, to the remote island of Ko
diak, Alaska, the northern and west
ernmost point where the fruit is grown,
the same reports of a bountiful har
vest are given.
Of all familiar fruits it is safe to
say that there is none of which so lit
tle is generally known as the cran
berry. Originally it grew wild, as,
in fact, it does to-day in several of
the States bordering on the Canada
line, in the salt marshes of the coast
States, in the glades of the Alleghf
nales, and as far south as Virginia
and the Carolinas. Unlike the straw
berry, the wild cranberry is distinctly
inferior to its cultivated relative. Both
grow on a small, hardy shrub, about
six inches in height. The fruit takes
its name from the appearance of the
flower, which, Just before expanding
into perfection, bears a marked resem
blance to the neck, head and bill of a
crane. Hence the name "craneberry,"
which usage has made into cranberry.
Sand and peaty ground form the
proper soil, and instead of fertilizing,
the grower is obliged to give the vines
or bushes liberal coats of sand. The
ground must be low, as it is kept under
water much of the time. The marsh,
or bog, as it is variously termed, is so
arranged that any section of it may
be flooded at the discretion of the
grower, the system of ditches and
sluices being the same as those used in
irrigating the arid lands of the West.
The making of the bog is an expen
sive process, involving an expenditure
of from $300 to $500 an acre, and an
interim of five years elapses before the
yield is really profitable. After that
each year should give a larger return
on the investment. No rotation of
crops is necessary, and the shrubs
live and bear and increase endlessly.
WIraNOWlnxG ?TS L.AV=s AND STICKS
PROM THn B3BBIES.
Planting a new section of bog is a
simple process. A small handful of
twigs is twisted together and thrust
deep into the sand. They take root
immediately, and within a year put
forth new uprights and begin to send
out runners. The planting is eight
or ten inches apart in rows. Grad
ually the space between fills up, and
in an old bog the shrubs grow as thick
ly as buffalo grass. All they require
then is weeding, sanding and flooding.
Flooding is necessary not only for
the growth of the plant, but to protect
it from the early frosts of autumn.
It is no unusual sight to see a half
hundred pickers at work in one see
tion of a bog, while the adjoining sec
tion is under etghteen inches of water.
Beneath the transparent covering the
berries are seen, the water only In
tensifying their brilliant covering and
the deep Sgras at tb suarre ming
Picking cranberries Is a task for
nimble fingers. The picker, sitting or
kneeling on the damp sand, plunges
both hands, with fingers slightly
spread, into the vines, and with a
quick movement strips the berries
from the stems and tosses them into
a pan beside him. When the pan is
filled it is emptied into a pail holding
one-third of a bushel. The size is unf
form and the pickers are paid by the
pafl. The berries are finally put into
erates holding a bushel each. Before
they are ready for market, however,
they are winnowed of leaves and
weeds, and are ready for the con
The first cranberries come from the
Cape Cod bogs. There picking begins
early in September and lasts until se
vere frosts put an end to the season.
The Long Island and New Jersey ber
ries reach the market about two weeks
later, or about the middle of Septem
ber. In the Middle States and the
West the crop is not quite so early.
Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa
and Northern Iowa are cranberry
States. The West consumes practical
ly all its own product, and also a part
of the Eastern yield: The Western
berry rarely finds its way into the
markets of the East. In the cost States
the cranberry is a remarkable favorite,
and without it a mere turkey would
be considered anything but a piece de
resistance on the New England day
of days. New York, New Jersey, Penn
sylvania and New England consume
more than half the entire annual crop,
New York City alone requiring 250,000
bushels a year.
For these berries the producer will
average a minimum of $5 a barrel.
The consumer pays at retail from five
to ten cents a quart, generally the lat
ter price. The price Is governed by the
abundance of the yield. Sifting these
figures it will be seen that a large
amount of money goes to some one
between the producer and the con
sumer, but it must be borne in mind
that cranberries, like apples, must pay
the price of long storage. Sometimes,
when the producer can afford it, he
puts away a large part of his crop,
and lets it remain in storage until the
last of December or the middle of
January, when, as a rule, the price
advances. There have been times when
cranberries brought $8 and $10 a bar
There is a popular idea that cran
berry growing is a sure road to wealth.
A BOG COMPLxETLY FLOODED BY WATLE
(The plants and berries are beneath.)
One of the sages among growers, Mr.
E. L. Brown, of Calverton, Long Isl"
and, calls cranberries a "young man's
crop." This means that a man who
chooses cranberry farming as a road
to affluence must be willing to wait,
and to work steadily and with perse
verance while he waits. A few years
ago a wealthy resident of Detroit,
stirred by the glorified accounts of
cranberry profits, invested $250,000 in
an attempt to raise the berries on a
large scale. He abandoned his enter
prise at the end of the second year,
losing almost his entire inveptment.
Profitable as cranberry raising may
be, under right conditions, to cultivate
the berry successfully means that the
grower muet often carry a heavy bur
den of care and anxiety. So it is sim
ple truth to say that in this year of
bountiful harvest, of all the thanks
expressed on the appointed day, those
of the man who grows cranberries will
be even greater and more fervent than
the appreclatiol of the thousands who
delight their palates with the boon
companion of the turkey at the
Thanksglving board, the crimson prod
uct of the cranberry vine.-Charles
Culver Johnson, in Harper's Weekly.
A Des,. Illinois Forest.
There is a tract of land in Tazewell
County, Ilk, lying along the Macki
naw River, which consists of a con
tinuous series of abrupt and deep ra
vines. Not a foot of the tract could
be cultivated. The ridges are full of
fox dens, wolves are occasionally
found, and turkey buzzards hovei
over it in large flocks. Even peopki
familiar with the territory have been
lost in the dense forest. Except foi
a few giant oaks, the wood has n(
commercial value. The tract it
known as the "Lost Forty" becausm
no one knows who owns it. For year.
it has been used for trading purposes
and many unwary persons from a dis
tance have advanced money upon h1
and taken mortgages in various same
only to receive a questionable title th
a worthless piece of land. On tin
Tasewil County tax books tin
"Forty" appears with "Owner
known." The land is watered by
numerabl4 springs and the )iaekinai
)u&tr whM wid ha way thangh
State G lt of ani
Governor-W. W. Heard,
Secretary of State-John Miohel.
auperintendent of Eduation-Johs
Auditor-W. 8. Frasee.
Trasuror-Lodoux E. Smith.
U. S. SENATOB8.
Don Caferey and S. D. MoEnery.
1 District--E. C. Davey.
I Distriot-Adolph Meyer.
8 Distriot-R F. Broussard.
4 District-P. Braseale.
5 Distrit- --J. E.Ranadell.
6 Distriot-S. M. Robinson.
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traina for all points
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