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A CHANGE IN FORTUNE.
Timothy Bloom, salesman in Mr.
Crabbe’s big retail <iiry goods store, was
stealthily eating bis lunch in a dusty cor
ner amongst some empty packing-boxes.
It was not a very good lunch, and warm
ts the day was, he had but one glass ol
ice-water with it.
A very mild, pleasant-looking fellow
was Timothy Bloom, with eyes like a
pretty girl’s and fair hair parted down
the middle; but he was rather doleful at
this moment, for Crabbe, senior, had
just been abusing him for permitting a
lady who was not to be suited by mortal
salesman to get off without buying any
thing, and had likewise informed him
that ho had been five seconds late that
morning and would in corisequence “be
deducted an eighth” on Saturday even
ing.
That was not pleasant, and Mr.
Crabbe’s manner was not pleasant, and
the dusty corner and the stale sand
wich were not pleasant. And who can
wonder that poor Timothy Bloom look
ing up at a row of decorated corset box
es above his head, and taking his idea
from the winged infant pictured upon
them, remarked under his breath:
“I wish I was a cherub.”
At this moment, even as the wish
fluttered up to the corset boxes, a little
boy, about three feet high, bearing on
his bosom a badge with the enormous
number 1189, came round tne corner,
and fixed his pathetic eyes on Mr.
Bloom’s glass of water.
“I say, Mr. Bloom,” he whispered
pathetically, “won’t you give me just a
mouthful of that water? Mr. Crabbe
says us cashes ain’t to have no drinks,
and I’m choking.”
Mr. Bloom smiled pitifully at the child
a forlorn widow’s bread-winner, and
said mildly as he held out the glass:
“Here, Johnny, take half. I’d let
you have it all if we were not limited to
one glass ourselves.”
“Guess water’s gettin’ dear,” said
Johnny, eagerly swallowing the share
allowed of the cooling draught, but
scrupulously careful not to exceed the
permission.
“Thank’©©. You’re a brick. Mr.
Bumps hit me a lick when I asked him.
Here, have the evening paper. A cus
tomer left it on the desk. Save it for
me to take to mar when I go home to
night. She likes to read the murders,
them things—”
“Cash 11£9!” shrieked a female voice.
“Cash! Cash!”
‘'lt’s Miss Priigle. I must go,” whis
pered Johney, and sped away in terror.
There were ten cash boys in the store
and they had been numbered big h so
as to sound well.
Mr. Bloom peered round the corner
at the dock, saw he had ten minutes
more to himself and opened the paper.
The first thing his eye lighted upon was
i the advertisement of a fine country seat
for sale, and he read it through—the de
scription of the stables, barns, bath-tubs
conservatory, veranda, lawn and kitchen
gardens; the well, the tiled hall and
frescoed ceilings, as though he intended
to buy it for himself that afternoon.
Then he cast his eyes on an account
of how Mr. Mullen had beaten Mrs.
Mullen, and had been arrested for so
doing; and then he found himself read
ing a paragraph to the effect
that the heirs of Timothy Bloom
of Lancaster, England, if living, might
hear something \o their advantage by
applying to Jones & Johnson, Street.
“My name,” thought Mr. Bloom at
first. Then, with a start, he remembered
that he had heard that his grandfather
was named Timothy. Certainly, he came
from Lancaster, England. His father,
David Bloom, had been an only son. He
was an only himself. Well, then,
he was Timothy Bloom's heir, if it should
prove that the Timothy Bloom men
tioned was really his grandfather’s
name.
“But, oh pshaw!” said Mr. Bloom,
“This sort of thing couldn’t happen to
me. It’s some other Timothy, not poor
old grandfather.” And he copied the ad
dress of Jones & Johnson into his pocket
book, and went back to his counter quite
calmly, though he wrote to Jones & John
son that night.
However, wonder* will never cease.
Wnen Tim Bloom, the meekest of all
young men, went home that Saturday
evening with a “deducted” salary and 'a
scolding, he found Mr. Johnson himself
in the boarding-house parlor, and on ex
amination of the family bible in his pos
session, and a certain bundle of yellow
letters that Mr. Bloom had more than
I once decided to burn, but had for
tunately spared, settled the matter. Half
a million of money had come to him in
the regular course of nature, and he
was richer, not only than Mr Crabbe.
but than any of his most fashionable cus
tomers.
It was a wonderful surprise to little
B Tom Bloom, and he scarcely grasped
the idea at first. Even after he had told
bis’chief confidant, his landlady’s pretty
granddaughter, Mehitable White, a
H pink-cheeked, capable damsel, called
Hetty for short—he only went so far as
to think of a pair of patent leather boots
and a diamond cravat pin.
Hetty waked him to a full realization
of his Changed condition by saying rath
er seriously, and looking away from
him:
“Of course, grandma’s won’t suit you
any longer, Mr. Bloom and you’ll never
have to go back to Crabbe <k Co.’s again.”
“By George? I never thought ot it; so
I shan't*” said Tim Bloom. “Ne more
counter’jumping for me; and if Mrs
White will let me hire the back pario r,
I’ll take that. Go away? Not I.”
“Not yet; It’s too soon,” said Hetty to
herself; “but he’ll go,as soon as he quite
understands.”
“Let me congratulate you, my dear
Mr. Bloom, said Mr. Crabbe, bowing,
as he parted from the departing clerk,
as he did to carriage customers at the
▼ery store door. “I said to my daugh
ter Belinda the other day, if it were not
for giving offence to others I should ask
Mr. Bloom to our little evenings. Some
thing of the prince in disguise about
him, but an employer has his duties.
They sometimes make his heart ache,
but ne must perform them.”
Mr. Bloom remembered the placard

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over the water cooler: “Cashes not al*
lowed drinks;” “a cash who drinks de
ducted ouehalf” and thought that if
Mr. Crabbe really had a heart this must
be true.
Tim Bloom was a rich man; bnt he
he had no rich triends as yet. The
clerks at Crabbe & Co.’s had been al
ways quarreling among themselves, and
he had not known oue in private.
The hoarders were not “sociable.”
He treated them to ice cream several
times, and took Hetty White to a con
cert or two.
He improved his mind in libraries and
museums, and set up a bookcase of his
own, into which he put a miscellaneous
assortment of volumes. When one day
he received a perfumed envelope, invi
ting him to a lawn tennis party, at Mr.
Crabbc’s country seat, he felt that the
dissipation of the wealthy had just be
gun for him. lie accepted it, of course,
and went attired in perfect style, and
looking very well indeed.
He returned bewildered. Miss Crabbe
was very handsome. She played and
sang and danced and was “stylish.”
She had set her cap for him, aud Mr.
Crabbe—yes, actually, Mr. Crabbe—hid
plainly allowed him to see that he would
give his consent to the match.
“Two months ago he called mo a stu
pid idiot. Two months ago he snubbed
me whenever he spoke to me,” thought
Tim Bloom. “Yes, this is the old story,
everybody, everybody, even old Mrs.
White flattering and cringing
for my money. I wonder whether
Hetty is the same?” And in the
seclusion of his own apartment poor Tom
Bloom actually cried; though Mr. Crabbe
called that evening and took him to a
charming stage party, where the guests
were principally in the dry goods line,
and in every direction one’s ears caught
the remark, “sold a bill of goods to a
man.”
“You rascal,” said the excellent fother
on the way home, “I see you are atraid
to speak, but I know you couldn’t keep
your eyes off Belinda last Wednesday.’’
“Could I hope for your consent if
she —”
“My dear boy—ha! ha! ha! Why ask
her and see!” cried Mr. Crabbe. “It
has always been the wish of my heart,
even when you were a poor clerk, and
she (don’t you say I told you) always ad
mired you—always!”
At nine o’clock one night Mrs White s
door-bell rang and a messenger boy
handed in a letter—a big lette? with a
big seal and “immediately” on it.
What could it be? Something about the
Droperty of course. Mrs. White carried
it herself to Mr. Bloom’s room, and as
she handed it in, she saw him seated
beside a table on which stood a tray of
delicacies. Mr. Crabbe was at supper
with her boarder.
“Excuse me,” said Timothy.
“Oh! certainly,” said Mr. Crabbe.
Timo hy opened the letter, read it,
uttered a deep sigh and passed it to Mr.
Crabbe. Mr. Crabbe read it and turned
pale.
“Do I understand it,” said Timothy,
hiding his face.
“Your lawyer says the property is ns
longer yours; that your grandfather was
not the right Timothy Bloom, and that
the real heir will demand a restoration
of what you have spent already.”
“Yes, I was right,” said Mr. Bloom.
“But, Mr. Crabbe, after all, l shall do
very well I can go back to your store,
»nu Miss Belinda has quite a little for
tune of her own. We can still be happy.”
Mr. Crabbe leaped to his feet.
“Sir! sir!” he said, “this is a great
piece of impertinence, sir. You haven’t
spoken to Belinda.”
“But you assured me”—beganTimothy.
“I didn’t!” shrieked Mr. Crabbe. “At
least, I was mistaken. I came here
with the intention of telling you upon
my word and honor that she can’t en
dure you; aud as for the store, you are a
most incompetent salesman. There is
no situation open. Sorry for you, but —
good night. Good-hight.”
“Gooa-night,” said Timothy.
Then, as the door closed he took up
the letter and carried it to old Mrs.
White, who with Hetty as assistant was
seeding raisins for next day’s jpudding,
sitting one on either side of the drop
light in the dining-room.
“I shall have to give up the back par
lor,” said poor Timothy. “And as for
my half-ball bed-room, I don’t know
how to pay for that, for Crabbe won’t
take me back.”
“Time-serving old wretch!” said Mrs.
White. “No matter Mr. Bloom. I’ll
trust you. Intentions being right, I
never will be hard on my boarders, and
you can keep the parlor until it is hired,
because it’s more comfortable.”
“And try to keep up your spirits,”
said Hetty, “for, after all, money isn’t
everything,”
“It seemed too sudden to last,” said
Mrs. White. “I never trusted these
lawyers.”
So the good soul comforted him, and
after a while, when he asked Hetty to
take a walk with him, she consented.
There was a little park on the opposite
side of the street, aud though the gates
were locked, they walked around its
railings. Their talk was long and earn
est, and at last Timothy said:
“Well Hetty, poor as I am, will you
promise to marry me some day?”
And she had answered, “yes, Tim,’ ’
very simply—and so it was settled; and
for a young man, recently reduced from
affluence to poverty, Mr. Bloom certain
ly looked very happy as they went home
together. But it was only after Mrs.
White had given her loving consent to
his marrying Hetty when he had enough
for bread and butter, that he made con
fession.
“I can’t keep it to myself any longer,
grandma, I wrote that letter myself.l’m
as rich as ever 1 was, and I’ve tested my
friends. Old Crabbe has proven false
and you have proven true. I felt sure
about Hetty all the while; and when we
are married, you must come and live
with us, and there will be no more hard
work and boarders for you in this world
you dear old soul.
It seems rather queer, but it is neverthe
less a fact, that European cabbageß are be
ing imported into this country in large
quantities of late—steamers arriving for
some weeks past from Germany and Den
mark have been briaging these vegetables.
One vessel, carried 40,000 cabbage heads,
arrived at New York last week. It is said
smother vessel will shortly bring a still
IttKtr supply.
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THE EGYPTIAN AKMY.
The Unwarlike Character of the Fel
laheen —Scenes at the flonwjfip
tlon.
A correspondent of the London Times
in Egypt writes: “There exists a consid
erable diversity of ooinion about the
character of the fellaheen, but on one
point all authorities have been hitherto
agreed—that the fellah is one of the
most unwarlike types of mankind and
heartily detests military service. Any
body who travels in Egypt during the
time of the conscription must be pain
fully impressed with the fact. In the
villages he may be often roused at night
by a violent altercation outside, which
begins with gruff, bass male voices and
culminates in shrill, hysterical, falsetto
tones. The first time he is so disturbed
he probably assumes that it is a case of
burglary or manslaughter, and rushes
out with the intention of supporting, vig
orously the party of law and order, but
he finds to his disappointment that it is
nothing more seriously than the captur
ing of a recruit for the khedi vial army and
though it may be quite true,as the women
declare,that the village sheikh in making
the choice of his victim, has been in
fluenced by considerations of baksheesh
the arguments produced pro and con in
volve contradictory statements of fact
and such complicated considerations of
law and morals that as a stranger he can
hardly feel justified in interfering with
the action of the authorities. Iu the
principal towns, where the results are
collected, similar scenes take place on a
larger scale. The conscripts are brought
into the public square under an escort
of kavasses, armed with sticks and
switches, to be examined by the medical
officer and the military authorities.
Among them are a good many repre
sentatives of the halt, the maimed, and
the blind, and these, after being separa
ted from the others are allowed to re
turn to their homes. Of the remainder
a few conduct themselves with the
apathetic, dignified air of the true Mus
sulman, but the majority endeavor to
prove by wordy arguments, solemn as
servatioiis, expressive gestures, or re
volting contortions that they are totally
unfitted for military service; and, when
arguments fail, importunate intreaties,
heartrending appeals, or indignant pro
tests are employed. In vain the
kavasses, with the aid of their sticks
and switches, endeavor to keep order
and imposed silence; the obstinately im
portunate persistently break from the
ranks and have to be put back into their
places by force, till at last a rough as
sortment has been made. Those who
have no glaring corporal defect and who
have not succeeded in privately concil
iating the authorities are then marched
ofi to prison, to be kept there until the
arrival of the train or steamer which is
to transport them to Cairo. When the
moment of departure arrives the most
extraordinary heartrending scenes are
to be witnessed. Here it is net the con
scripts, who appear resigned to their
fate, but the women, young and old,
that play the chief part. Each conscript
has an iron collar, they are bound to
gether in groups of ten or a dozen.
Around them stand their female rela
tives, weeping and wailing. As the mo
ment of separation approaches the ex
citement or the women increases their
moans become lou hr atid their shrieks
more shrill, until, as the train or steam
er moves off, there is a terrible moment
of climax. The wives, mothers, and sis
ters sit down on the ground, throw dust
, upon their heads, ejaculate, shriek, and
gesticulate like maniacs, while the more
excitable, if not restrained, literally rend
their garments and show all
the symptoms of the wildest
despair. A spectator ignorant of the
cause of all this excitement and grief
would naturally suppose that the men
in chains had been condemned to death
and were being taken to Cairo to be ex
ecuted.
This repugnance to serve in the army
is not a thing of yesterday. When Me
hamet Ali, in order to get rid of his tur
bulant Abanjans by whom he had de
stroyed the Manaedukes first endeav
ored to create a native army be encoun
tered in the resistance of the Fellaheen
the chief obstacle to the realization of
his plans. With the assistance of Col.
Seves, better known as bolyrnan Pasha,
and a considerable number of Turks ana
Circassians, be succeeded in forming
and drilling several regiments, but as
soon as they were required for active
service the men begun to mutiny and
desert. One regiment when ordered to
Arabia to act against the Wahabees
openly revolted, Killed its officers, and
had to be decimated and disbanded, the
survivors being incorporated in other
regiments. When the expedition had
reached the Hedjaz and was in face of
the enemy a second regiment mutinied,
massacred the officers, and after being
brought to reason by Turkish troops,
was sent back to Cairo. Mean
while many of the conscripts sought to
escape the conscription by cutting off
their forefinger or putting out their
right, until they found that the pasha,
with a view to checkmating such expe
dients, formed companies of one-eyed
recruits, and made those who had mu
tilated their right hand pull the trigger
with the fingers that remained. Grad
ually, however, the fellahs submitted to
their fate, and showed in the Hedjaz,
the Morea, the Soudan, Syria, and Asia
Minor, that they could, when properly
handled, fight well and even gain vic
tories; but in all these victorious cam
paigns they were Jed by Turkish and
Circassian officers and behind them were
placed bands of Bashi-Bazooks, who
shot down any one who attempted to
run away. The first to employ men of
fellah extraction as officers was Said
Pasha, who made the army a plaything,
and imagined that his nicked troops, by
being pampered, haa become so at
tached to the service that they would
not le we it if they had the choice. This
illusion of his was destroyed in a way at
once comical and characteristic. One
day when encamped on the .borders of
the desert, near Lake Mareotis, he was
relating to his friends how devoted his
troops were, and, noticing an expression
of incredulity on the face of one of his
hearers, he proposed to supply an on*
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answerable proof of what he had said
bv giving the troops an opportunity of
disbanding if they chose. Immediately
a general order was issued informing
the soldiers that hie highness had de
cided to allow all those who were desir
ous of leaving the service to return at
once to their homes. The khedive, ac
companied by iiis friends and armed
with a field-glass, took his stand on a
position overlooking the camp and
awaited confidently the result of the ex
periment He had not long *o wait. As
soon as the soldiers heard ttie welcome
announcement they got rid of their
arms, boots, belts, and everything which
would impede their movements, and
started immediately for their native vil
lages, so that if energetic measures had
not been taken to stop the stampede
and bring back the fugitives, his high
ness would have found himself alone
with his officers and staff This incident
cured Said Paftha of his illusions about
the feelings of the rural population with
regard to military service, and he
prudently refrained from any more test
experiments of the kind. Though he
disliked Turks and Circassians, he rec
ognized that these races possessed cer
tain military qualities in which the na
tive Egyptians were deficient, and con
sequently be refrained from promoting
fellah’s lSeyond the rank of captain. Un
der his successor Ismail, who promoted
some of the fellah captains to the rank
of colonel, the service did not become
more popular among the lower classes,
and it is difficult to say whether the
army was more efficient Decause it had
no serious work to do in the field. In
the Cretan insurrection it was paralyzed
by the political intrigues of the viceroy,
who was in secret communication with
the insurgent leaders; and in the Russia-
Turkish war it had little opportunity of
showing what stuff it was made of. The
part which it has played under the pres
ent viceroy is still too fresh in the pub
lic memory to require description.
Robbing: an Eagle’s Nest.
From the Pall Mall Gazette.
When he got to the “pond,” as the
place where the eyrie is built is locally
known, he found that fortune had fav
ored him in this, that neither of the
old birds was at home; but at the same
time he found that it would be a diffi
cult matter to get at the nest. Imme
diately above the “pouu” whs a great
ledge of rock, which completely over
hung the eyrie; so that the cragsman,
suspended in the air on the same level
as the nest, found himself still ten or
twelve feet from it. He at once sig
naled to those above to be hauled
up to this ledge, and that
having been done he cau
tiously climbed down its face, which
had a sharp inward slope, until he got
upon the same run of strata as that upon
which the nest was built. By following
an open seam just wide enough to admit
his fingers he managed at last to scram
ble into the “pond,” where probably
human foot had never been set before.
In the rocky chamber in which he nor
found himself he could hardly stand ur
right; he, therefore, went round on his
knees to the back of the nest. There
were two pietty eaglets in the eyrie,
and when they saw the strange intruder
they buried their heads below the wool
ly lining of the nest and remained per
fleetly still. On lifting the eaglets out of
the nest, though only a fortnight old,
they were so large and well grown that
only one would go into the fishing-bask
et, The cragsman was considering how he
could get the other to the top of the
cliff, when a warning shout from above
told him that one of the old birds was
approaching. It was the female bird,
which apparently was determined to
show fight in defence of her young. She
came through the air straight for the
eyrie, like a “flash of lightning,” and
the cragsman had barely to throw him
self on his back into the deepest recess
of the “pond” and draw his revolver
when the infuriated eagle was upon him.
She made one tremendous but success
ful swoop at him with talons and beak,
and simultaneously be pulled the trig
ger of his revolver. The weapon, how
ever, missed fire. The eagle hovering
outside for a moment before renewing
the attack, but a shot from the revolver
—the report of which was rev
erberated among the rocks —
effectuallv scared it to 3 dis
tance of about two hundred vards,
where it continued to circle in the air,
yelping like a dog. It was by and by
joined by the male bird, but neither of
the eagles again showed fight. The
cragsman, having deposited one eaglet
m his fishing basket, took the other un
der his left arm, and, having given the
signal to his companions, swung himself
out of the “pond’’ and was safely hauled
up—his perilous adventure successfully
accomplished. Both the eaglets ire still
alive, and appear to be thriving well in
captivity. They aie fed three times a
day on flesh and fish, and on this diet
are coming into beautiful plumage.
Since the eyrie was robbed it may lie
mentioned that the old eagles have on
more than one occasion been seen hover
ing over the town of Lerwick. This if
the first time for twentv years that
eagles have been captured'alive in Shet
land.
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An Improved Photographic Pro
cess.
A description is given of a new French
process for obtaining photographic im
ages so as to have a positive impression
from a positive plate, and a negative
print from a negative original. This
process is based, it seems, on the fact of
the easy reduction of soluble bi-chro
mates mixed with certain organic sub
stances, and the relative insolubility of
bi-chromate of silver. Suitable paper is
covered with a solution of two grains of
bi-chromate of ammonia, ana fifteen
grains of sugar, dissolved in one hundred
of water, and exposed, when dry, to light
under a positive; as soon as the
yellow paper becomes gray, it is re
moved, and immersed in a one per cent,
silver bath, to which 10 per cent, of acet
ic acid has been added. The image im
mediately appears of a ruddy hue, due
to the bichromate of silver. The print,
on being washed, retains the rea im
pression of the insoluble bichromate,
which becomes a dark brown on ex
posure to sunlight, and, on dipping the'
.
print in a solution of sulphate of copper
and potash, it becomes black.
A Refractory Audience.
A very aad thing occurred at a late
performance given at Laramie City. At
the close of the la9t act one of the prin
cipal performers is instantly killed. It
is then the duty of the audience to rise,
pick up its umbrella and walk home.
Sometimes, however, the audience is
not familiar with the play and does net S
go home. It waits for more death and
carnage before its awful thirst for blood
is glutted. 2 SM
That was the case at Laramie two
weeks ago. The stage hired man, who
hauls the dead off into the dressing-room,
waited patiently, but the people would
not go. In order to get the full value of
their dollar they desired to see the post
mortem examination. They could not
go home until it had been settled that
the villian was fully and thoroughly
dead.
There he lay with his ear against a kero
sene footlight suffering, at $9 per week,9|
and the audience absolutely refusing to go
and allow the man to revive or to re
quiescat in pace. The curtain though
loaded at the bottom with a telegraph
pole, failed to come down, and the legs
of the avenger and other members of
the troupe flitted past the space left by
the unruly curtain, and the dead villian
lay on his back, having yielded up his
lire four times that same week, in the
same manner, beside carrying the heavy
trunks of the beautiful actress up two
flights of stairs for her in three different
towns.
As there was no programme people
looked at each other and wondered.
They knew that this man was undoubt- jig
edly dead, but whether the company
haa a fresh one or not was the question.
Finally two adult members of the
troupe came forward and pulled down
the refractory curtain. Then the man
ager advanced to the front of the stage
and in a voice chocked with emotion
said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we would be
glad to massacre some more of our
troupe if we could, but we cannot afford
it. In a one —stand town one man
is about all that we can yield up to the
cold embrace of death. Our printing is
high, and we have to pay sls for the
h .11. Therefore, we regret to announce
that the play is now over. You can go
home with safety and we will attend to
the remains. We have every hope that
the young man will be able to draw his
salary next week, and that we may win
him back to joy and health again. He
has a good constitution, a fair appetite
and we feel like trusting it all to the
future. We regret to see you go, but as
the janitor is now blowing out the lights
and it is getting pretty well along into
the shank of the evening we must say
good-by to you, hoping that during our
absence the Laramie opera house com
pany will decide to assess its stockhold
ers, purchase some more wicks for the
footlights, put the old piano out of its
misery and stick another pair of over
alls into the broken window of the ladies’
dressing-room, so that the actresses
who visit your town will feel more segre
gated, as it were, and separted from the
great, vulgar world.” —Bill Nye in
Detroit Free Press.
A Rattlesnake up a Tree.
From the Blairstown (N. J.) Press.
On Saturday morning, the law having
made it legal for squirrel shooting,
Messrs, Alexander and William Tit
man, of Waluut Valley, started in search
of this game, and wero tolerably success
ful in their efforts. After they had
come upon what is known as the Wiil
ever property, some three miles from
this town, along the mountain, they
were traveling along at a moderate pace,
looking to the tops of the trees, lor a
squirrel. It was while thus engaged,
that when near a slender birch tree,
that Alexander saw a rattlesnake at
least forty feet from the ground, dang
ling from the limb cf the tree. After
watching the operations of the snake for
some time, the hunter became satisfied
that the reptile was in quest of the same
game as they were, and a shot from the
gun of William brought it wriggling to
the ground, when it was found that the
snake bore nine rattles, and was, of un
usual size. The tree which the snake
had ascended to such a height was in
circumference about the size of a tele
graph pole, and not a sign of a limb upon
it for a distance of not less than iorty
feet, upon which the dnake was support
ed and discovered and shot. It is sel
dom that rattlers attempt climbing
trees, and never before had it come
under the observation of our informant
that one had attained such a height,
but as there was a hickory-nut tree
standing near at hand itis very probable
that the energetic snake, which lost its
life by its venturesome experiment, »
was after a squirrel, and expected it te
jump from the hickory to tie birch tree, «|
and become a willing victim to the
snake’s appetite.
Electrical Treatment of Textiles.
Some recent experiments on the action
of electric currents upon a solution
of common salt, it was found that there
is a formation of hypochlorite of soda
—that is bleaching soda. If the solution
is neutral, there is an escape of chlorine
during the action of the electric current,
while a certain quantity of hypochlorite
remains in the liquid; if the solut’m is
kept alkaline, all the salt is converted
into hypochlorite; if it is made acid, ail
the chlorine escapes, and no bypoclor
ite remains in the solution. The yarn
or cloth to be bleached is saturated with
brine, and passed between two rollers,
each of which is in connection with one
of the poles of a galvanic battery; and
the current passes through the moist
goods producing hypochlorite of soda,
or free chlorine, according as the solu
tion of salt was alkaline or acid. In the
former case, the goods are taken
through sours, to complete the bleach
ing, but the latter case this is not re
quisite. Discharge styles upon cotton
goods can be produced with roiiers,
which are partly covered with non
conducting materials, the parts left un
covered, A special advantage of this
process of bleaching is that it supersedes

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