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THE ARGUS, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1909.
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T tHe king's staff-headquarters at Gitschin tHertf
was great activity. Aides-de-camp dashed back
and forth with messages; groups of Prussian
officers stood about talking earnestly; while all around
were columns of marching infantry, struggling teams
of artillery, and dashing squadrons of cavalry.
It was scarcely light, but his Majesty tfie King of
Prussia was up and fully dressed. He was seated ia his
tent, closely studying a map. On one side of him sat a
gaunt, clean-shaven man, his long bony finger indicating
some spot on the chart. He was Field-Marshal Von
Moltke, commander-in-chief of the Prussian armies in
their campaign against the Austrians. Opposite the sol
dier sat an imposing and burly figure that of Count
Otto von Bismarck, then Prime Minister of Prussia, and
later Chancellor of the German Empire.
: The three sat in consultation for some time, the soldier
pointing out to the king the plan of attack, while the
statesman ever and again flung out some suggestion or
It was the day of the battle of Koniggratz, and a
crushing blow was to be delivered by the Prussian
armies at their Austrian opponents.
At seven o'clock the council broke up, and king, sol
dier, and statesman came out from the. tent Just as the
Prussian monarch prepared to mount his waiting hcrse,
he turned toward Count Bismarck and in a tone of apol
ogy said : " Have you a cigar in your case ? "
r An onlooker might almost have detected a shade of
'disappointment pass-across the face of the Iron Chan
cellor as he hastily drew out a well-worn leather cigar
case and handed it to his king.
"With pleasure, your Majesty, he said. .
The king -opened the case, but the next moment closed
it and returned it to his minister.
; " I should do ill to deprive you of your last cigar," he
V remarked. "I know only too well their value out here."
r In vain Bismarck pressed him to take it. " He reso
lutely tieclined, and the case with its one lone cigar was
returned to its owner's pocket.
f I The king's servant, overhearing the conversation, en-
Jdearored to obtain a cigar from some of the staff, but
s without success. Among all the officers of the King of
1 Prussia's staff there was but one cigar, and that lay in
f the case of the Iron Chancellor.
All through the day he guarded that cigar as a miser
; guards his gold, and looked forward in happyanticipa
. tion to the hour when he should enjoy it after victory.
Soon after eight o'clock the king and his staff reached
1 the line of battle, and the cruel panorama of strife was
spread before their anxious gaze.
At noon in the orchard near Sadowa the king and his
officers were resting, and once more the thoughts of the
; Iron Chancellor turned toward his lone cigar. He drew
it forth from the case, and lovingly turned it over and
smelled of it. How he longed to light it and iphale its
; . fragrant smoke !
A cry caire ringing down the Prussian front:
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" The Crown Prince f The Crown Prince ! "
The long-anticipated hour had arrived, and reinforce
ments were at hand. The king remounted his horse,
and, attended by his generals and minister, spurred for
ward to meet his son.
Forward, close behind the surging tide of battle, fol
lowed the staff-headquarters, and the Prussian leaders
observed with growing satisfaction the staggering lines
of the "enemy. Long columns of Austrian prisoners be
gan to pour past them. Captured cannons and standards
followed. Victory was settling upon the German arms,
and the Austrian retreat was fast becoming a rout
Forward ! Forward ! " were the orders, as position
after position fell into the hands of the victorious troops ;
. and at length Count Von Moltke turned to his royal
master and calmly announced :
" Your Majesty, our triumph is assured, and our only
thoughts need now be the pursuit I beg of you to rest
Wearied and exhausted, the little party turned their
horses' heads in the direction of a farmhouse which stood
at the edge of the orchard, and the stern face of Count
Bismarck lighted up with pleasure in anticipation of the
treat that was now in store for him. His beloved, his
last cigar, could now be enjoyed in the rest of the hour
of victory. Eagerly he brought it forth and was about
to place it in his cigar-holder. Just then an agonizing
groan close at his side attracted his attention, and, look
ing down, he beheld a poor private of dragoons lying
upon the ground wounded in both arms. He was beg
ging for something to refresh him. Bismarck hastily felt
in his pockets. He had a purse well filled with gold; a
silver-mounted penknife; a match-safe; many papers and
odds anoVnds ; but, alas ! nothing that would be of aid
to this poor fellow. As he yet lingered, wondering what
he could do, he noticed the wounded man's eyes rest
with an almost appealing look upon the precious cigar
he held as yet unlighted in his hand. In a moment the
count understood. The poor fellow was longing for that
cigar ! Bismarck turned his head away to hide the
struggle that was taking place within him. Could he
" give it up? After all the long, weary, nerve-racking
day, was hie to be deprived of his treasured reward at
the very moment of its enjoyment?
In an instant he was off his horse, and cutting off the
end of the cigar he placed it between the soldier's teeth.
Tenderly he raised him,, and then bending over him he
struck match after match in the strong wind that was
then blowing before he succeeded in lighting the cigar.
With a long-drawn-out "sigh of satisfaction, the wounded
man inhaled a draft of the soothing smoke, and then
closed his eyes in quiet contentment to await the arrival
of the surgeons and the ambulance.
Thus it came about that a few minutes later one of
the king's aides-de-camp found the Prime Minister walk
ing slowly away from the wounded soldier, every now
and then looking back with a mingled expression of sor
row for his wounds and sympathy with his enjoyment of
the only cigar that could be found on the battle-field.
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By J. M. Gleesost
A N early blizzard surprised a huge grizzly bear
Z-V while he was still looking for a safe place in
which to " hole up " for a good, long sleep. He
probably did not like it at all, but his face showed no
change, doubtless because he could not possibly look
uglier if he tried. His wicked little eyes rolled about in
search of comfort: a good, warm, well-protected hole
under a tree or among the rocks, or even some such
dainty morsel as a small animal or bird hiding away
from the storm. The noisy roar of the bliczard as it
swirled down the mountain-side drowned the solid
pounding of his huge feet and the scraping of the long,
ivory-like claws against the rocks. Suddenly he stopped
short: a varying hare, not yet quite white, was sleeping
in the shelter of a little bush near by. He had almost
passed it, when, out of the corner of his eye, he detected
a tuft of pinky-white fur ; a few cautious steps, and, with
a growl, his mighty foot came down. He growled just
a fraction of a second too soon: there was a flash of
pinky-white, two long, white legs shot out like light
ning, and the paw struck the warm spot where the hare
had been sleeping.
What a monster he was as he stood there, looking
about 1 His eyes small, dull, and sullen, his long head
swinging slowly from side to side on the powerful neck,
the fringed under lip dropped loosely, making a hideous
grinning expression and exposing the purplish gums and
the strong, yellow teeth. The driving sleet clung to his
coarse coat, giving him k still more grizzled appearance.
His long claws, curved like simitars, were worn flat on
the ends, where they struck the ground with a snap as he
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Was ever animal more fitly named Grizzly Bear?
The very sound of the word evokes a host of grim,
fearsome pictures; and his scientific title, Ursus hcr
ribilis, is even more significant. In captivity he stalks
restlessly to and fro, cr more often swings round and
round in bis narrow prison; the great paws may be
stretched through the bars to seize and draw in some
offered morsel of food, but there is no joyousness in
the action or any expression of pleasure. All the other
bears are more or less playful, some of them very
much so, affording, when in captivity, endless amuse
ment for the spectators. Who lias not watched with
delight the mighty rompings and wrestlings of the great
white bear of the frozen north, or the neverending
games of the various black bears? Funniest of all art
the smooth-coated little Malayan sun-bear and the
shaggy black sloth-bear of India that Kipling has nude
so familiar under the name of " Baloo." But the grizzly
never plays and apparently never feels happy; if he has
not a grtidge against the whole world, he at least is
not going to add to its amusement if he can help it The
cubs, of course, like all young animals, are playful, but
their mother never joins in their frolics. She takes good
care of them, however, and they roam about, hunting
and sleeping together for a couple of years, when the
youngsters independently wander off and shift for them
selves. . r
In the old days, before the deadly magazine rifle was
invented, hunting the grizzly was a very different affair,
and no animal on the American continent was mor
dreaded, his fierceness and vital force when wounded
filling the most reckless of hunters with a wholesome
dread. It was not at all unusual for a grizzly with a
bullet through his heart to pursue and tear to pieces the
hunter, whose long, single-barreled, muzzle-loading rifle,
with its one round lead bullet, was altogether inadequaU
for such a contest.
It is a strange thing, too, that while the grizzly bear is
an omnivorous feeder, living on anything from roots and
nuts to steer and buffalo meat, he has never been known
to devour human fleslu
In the days of Kit Carson the grizzly had not learned
to look upon man as a foe to be shunned at any cost,
but the quick-firing magazine rifle has taught him that
if he possibly can he must keep out of man's sight. He
has now been driven back into the almost inaccessible
solitudes of the northwestern Rocky Mountains, and the
sportsman who wishes to add his pelt and dangling neck
lace of claws to his collection of hunting-trophies, must
travel far and endure much hardship and labor, for " Old
Epl.raim", as he was called by the Western pioneers, u
as cunning as he is fierce.