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COME UP HIGIHER. BY FRANCES L. MACE. O'cr these new Hesperinn valleys, Sought and foulrd by treedon:'s own, Echoed down the hallowed ages Came a spirit thrilling tone, Sweet and clear and steadfast flowing Set not womau here in vain! Unto us its heavenly meaning- '' Conme up higher," the refrain. Come up higher! By the fountain Where Rebecca meekly bore C;ool refleshment to the stranger Resting near her father's door; Suddenly the mlessage sounded, And the damsel, speaking low, Answered, to the wondering ages, As to Isaac, " I will go." lDeborah heard beneath the palm tree, And her soul in lofty lire In strong prophecy responded To the summons, ''come up highear!" Miriam heard-the dark red waters iShuddering hid the pagan horde, And with joy of dance and timbrel Her immortal song was poured. Not alone to lives heroic Israel's daughters rose of old; Fair Joanne, thou shepherd maiden, Be thy golden story told. From thy flocks divinely summoned, Ready heart and fearless eye , Flashed response; the Orleans Lily For her land could bloom and die. But I hear a murmur welling Up from,d epths of patient pain, '' Few are strong to wear the laurel, Few can regal heights maintain; In the wear and woe of labor We are many, we are weak, Clinging hands and voices hold us From the good we fain would seek. " One who dwelt in white seclusion On the fair Judean shore, Mary answered the evangel For the lowly evermore. "' Here am 1!" by her exalted Simple womanhood puts oa c'rown and garland. Shares the honors ly her blest obedience won. Give your lips a purer utterance! Give your love a nobler scope! ILead with spotless hands the fallen * Up the sunrise hills of hope! Light, strength, freedom and the guordon Of the women whg, spirC! , Beautiful theledt that follow God's own greeting-" Come up higher." Written for the" Rocky Mountain Husbandman. THE INDIAN CAMPAIGN. OF 1876. BY CAPT. W. CLIFFORD, U. 8. A. As the sun sinks from sight the lIstless breeze that has been lazily stirring dies away. The great round moon, bright as burnished silver, rolls slowly over our sor rowing heads. By its uncertain light a mo tionless black object can be seen at no great distance, .hich upon a nearer approach, proves to be a dead cavalry horse, and be side it the body Qf the rider, naked. Both are swollen almhnost to bursting. The legs of the horse are sticking straight out from the body, while the skin of the sleeping rider gleams in the moonlight like polished white marble. A hush has fallen upon the sleeping camp. The silence is death-like. Halt fearfully I hasten to the river bank and listen to the sobbing gtfgle of its waters as they hasten toward the busy east with their heartzbreaking story. Even this mournful music is better than the stillness out yonder. LBut the polluted air is here also, and one is forced to lie with face close to the water to be rid of the deadly poison that is permeat ing the clothing and filling the lungs with every respiration. A little delay on this -death-stricken ground and we will remain forever. Let us hide our slain comrades from sight and resume, with quickened foot-, steps, our pursuit of their butchers. All of June 28th was consumed in bring ing Reno's wounded from the hill tops to the river bottom, burying the dead herie and on Custer s field, four and thrcc-fourths niles below, and in the* construction of lit ters for the transportation of the wounded to the steamer'reported to be lying at the mouth of the Little Big I~orn, distant twen ty miles. There are only twenty-one so severely wounded as to require moviing on litters; the others, twelve in number, being able to ride. Au examination of the ground where 7t.ster's five companies perished shows that th*sklirrmishers feo.on the. line, the most of them shot dead. Inside the skirmish line they fell in groups of fours, and finally Cus ter and a number of officers inside a circle of forty men, surrounded by slain horses, placed head to tatil. Curly, the Crow scout, who escaped by wrapping himself in a blanket, Indian fashion, and who afterwards joined us, says that here the fight was the bitterest; that the continuous discharge of the rifles he can liken to nothing so much as the sound of the tearing of strong cloth, and only when their ammunition was gone did the Sioux swarm upon them like a host of howling wolves. Then he jumped on a horse and made his escape, swiming the Big Horn, and going direct to the Crow camp, which was turned into a community of mourners by the terrible intelligence of which he was the bearer. The Crows, fearing that tLe victorious Sioux would follow up their success by an attack on tlem, at once hastened £o leave their camp ground on Prior's Fork and seek the protection of their agency. They be lieved that all of the 7th cavalry had been killed, and were fully convinced that our little force would share the same fate. Their demoralization was -complete when the dce serting scouts arrived in a body and corrob rated Cur ly's story. How these scouts managed to obtain such accurate informa tion as they imparted to us on the 26th, is a puzzle. All the bodies save those of Custer and lKeogh are more or less mutilated. Hands, head,, feet and legs are cut off and scattered here and there. The squaws finished the wounded by knocking them in the head with axes furnished by the United States government. Custer was shot through the temple, evidently while lying on the ground. HIis face is as placid as it he were sleeping. Keogh was probably saved from mutilation by the discovery, when the squaws stripped him, of an agnus dei suspended from his neck. All the bodies except Custer's were stripped. Before the scene of Reno's fight I rode up to the top of the hills, about three hundred yards, to obtain a better idea and view of the ground than could be had from where we were camped. Their hospital w'as in a slight depression, surrounded by a number of dead horses placed head to idl in a circle. After a good look, I was about to descend when I saw, just over the brow of a ridgd, the whisk of a horse's tail. Thinking I had found a prize, I rode over the ridge and found an Indian pony. A bullet had broken one of his hind legs just below the hip, and with his every motion the leg swung back wand forth. As soon as he saw my horse he be gan to whinny. Nearing him, he hobbled up and rested his head against the flank of my horse. Riding oft and looking back, I saw the poor creature striving to follow. He could only obtain water by crossing the steep bluffs that stood between him and the river. The wounded leg was badly swollen. Thie tormenting flies were about him in swarms. Knowing. that he must die there a lingering death, I rode back and again he came up, this time laying his head, on my horse's rump, looking straight at me, as if pleading for help. Drawing my revolver, I held:it within a few inches of his forehead and pulled the trigger. Lightning could not have finished him sooner. Better thus than the day. of lingering agony that must follow if left to himself. On my return, 1 marked more carefully th'e embankment from which Reno's horse men jumpedlinto the river as they retreated The vertical bank was not less than ten feet high. From there they jumped into water about four or five feet deep, then crossing the stream, climbed the hills which were too steep for a direct asebnt. 'iTh marvel is that with such a multitude of lidians around them so minY escaped. Thipfetreat was a mad race to-a place of safety,. While wind ing up the steep hill-side the fugitives were exposed to a murderous fire.. Had the'pur suors been white men, hardly one of the 1eeing party could have reached the sum mit unlhurt. The Custer battle'ffeld has been described too often to need further mention here. The sorrowful burial was over at last 'The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo. No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. O -famhes eteunal camping grouad.4 Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead." "' Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed; Their haughty banner, trailed In dust, Is now their martial shroud; And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now. " The preparations for moving the wounded were completed, and in haste to get away from the pestilence-laden atmosphere, at 7 o'clock p. m. we started, carrying the wounded. Eight men were detailed to each litter, but the difference in the height of the bearers and the unevenness of the ground made of :his duty terribly hard: work. As darkness came on the cries of pain from the wounded, as one of the bearers would stunm ble or step into a hole, were freq(ent. By half past twelve o'clock we had made only four and a half miles-the wounded worried and feverish and the bearers completely ex hausted. Some other plan for moving these helpless ones must be devised. Gen. Gib b'on favored the construction of rafts which, as there was an abundance of dry cotton wood along the river bank, could easily have been carried into effect, and the suffer ers thus be flofted to the boat with but little troubled The timber for the rafts had in fact been selected, when the order was changed. Strong litters, to be carried by mules-one in the lead, another in. the rear, working as a horse does in the shafts of a buggy-were made, of good-sizec' poles, twenty feet long. The wounded horses so plentifully scattered about, were shot, skin ned, and Bte' hides cut into strips. Two cross pieces six and a half feet apart were lashed to these poles, and between these was woven a lattice-work of horse hide. On this was spread a. number of rrbes or blankets, and thus the wounded were mov ed quite comfortably. Among them was an Indian. His friends, the Crows, took care of him. Their style of litter was a number of springy lodge poles lashed to the side of a pony and trailed albug the ground. The pe~s were of different lengthl., so that when one of them struch an uneven place on the grotmd the othbrs acted as a support to break the shock. 'iTe greater part of the day was constum ed in the work of litter-making. At S10 I p. m. a start was made, and'some time after I mid-night the lBat was reached. The litters worked nicely, though on oee of them the I fastenings gave Way, spilling its occupant I out on the ground, forttnately without tii jury. c The moon went downatbout mid-nig~ft, i just before we reached the boat, leaving its I in darkness and a great dial of confusion, c cavalry, Infantry and litteft being at times r all jumbled up together in a mass. The t wounded were helpless, the attendants tired', 1 and everybody out of sorts and ill-tempered. l One could hear such expressions as, c "Look out there, d--n ybu. Where are I you going ?" " Keep off these litters." r " Move those pack mules away from here." II "Now, see that d-- d fool of a cavalry- s man. I wish 1 had my bayonet, blast you; o I'd make you keep your distance." t ""'1Thank God !" is the general expression c when we have finished putting the wounded on the boat. h "Now, what is the next move ?" Is theb i query, [To-be continued.] BE CONTENT: WORK ! in a recent address, President Spofford;of the Iowa State Agricultural society, gave these counsels: Having chosen a vocation, whethler on the farm or in the office, or p workshop, stick to it. No matter what a man's position is, he will now and then be- u come dissatisfied. The farmer will envy the preacher, the physialan will envy the d blacksmith, the merchant will envy the teacher, and the carpenter will envy the i lawyer. A word to you all, my friendSi' ei Be content; not that you should sia down hII stolidly and never aspire to a h.ither'posi- st tio:n or a nobler "plane of lfe. 'Thiere is a aI discontent that is divine, and yout'should hi heed its warnings ; but you should striWc to in excel in that position which you have chos- n, en. Let the farmer become a better farmer, w by reading, by observation, by association w with farmers that know more than he does. F Let the physicia become abetter dector bvy il having a big library on his shelves, and a bigger one in his brain. Lot the carpenter be a better mechanic, and shoving his jack plane, at the same time consider the grand principles du which his art is founded, and from the carpenter let him become the de signer, the architect, and let him build his own monument in a structure that will en dure long after all less noble things have perished. One other thought: I am cer tain that none can succeed who are not wil ling to work. Every man must work. Sot e people have stolen a living, and found a penitentiary or a dishonored name. The hour, the darkest hour, the most terrible" hour that ever came into the life of a young. man or woman, is that partictlar hour whent he or she thought to have a dollar without fairly and squarely earning it by work of hand and brain, and' earning it honestlyh The devices of men to get money by won derful sclremes, are as nrtmerol as the" blades of grass; avoid every one` o;bthee.[ Work, solid, iatelligent work, will #1WIy'b win. It will bringl gold to ybtur taasury; it will add to your focks, and fields, and merchandise nd d trade. What: *Orki wil do more than bring gold! It will brirt happiness, peace, joy, blessedhess I. It wi$. give you good digestion, sound'sleep, niat nificent appetite, honor, power, glory aus children's children to rise up and -all, * blessed. But idleness will c$the you wi rags, and these rags will be tail of evf - sort of filth and vermin that will exclude you from that heaven which you can enjoy now and here by steady, intelligent, persist. ent work. A DI. ICULT QUESTION ANh WERED. "Can aln one tell why, when Eve was manufactured from one of Adam's ribs, a .hired girl wasn't made at the same time to 'wait on her?" " We can, easy-!' Because Adam never came whining toaEve with a ragged stock ing to be darned, a collariktring tohe seWe.d on, or a glove to be mended "right:*awyfry. quick now !', Bectuse he never' read 'th' newspaper untif th asun got doth behind the pal~'treea, and theti stretched himself' yawnilg* ont, '"aint super meaos'ready, my dear?" Not lie. le made the fir andi'' hung over the tea-kettle himself, we'll ven ture, and pulled the radishes, and peeled the bananas, and did everything else that he'd' ought to do! He milked the cows, and fed the chickens, and looked afler the pigs him self. He never brought home half a dozen friends t6 dinner, when Eve hadn't any fresh pomegranates and the mango season was over. He never stayed out until eleven' o'clock to a "ward meeting," hurrahing for" the out-and-out candidate, and then s6eldeetP because poor dear Eve' was sitting up and cryingtinside the gates. Tobe sure he acted' rather cowardly about apple-gathering time, . but then that don't dlepreciatelrhis general. helpfifltess about the gardeti. He never" playet.bdlllards, tor drove fast horses, nor' choked Eve with. cigar smok'ir He never'" loafed around c.rner groderiesd while solita ry Eve was rocking little' C.iv's cradle at' home. In slibrt, he didt.h tifink she was'. speciatly created' or the pttrptse'of waitingr on him, and * t a't undeir the' impression" that it disgraced a man to lijilten his wlf~'s cares a little. That's the r~tison that Eve aOGl not need a' hired girl, an& we wish it wks the reason that none of her fair descenddtrlts.did ! GOLDEN SHEAVES. Trc' d l s' from Heaven, Are Wr. ly given, To one as well as auothe . -'An ingenious mind feels in unmerited-` pralde the bitterest reproof. -Time is an old novel lt, wbh~i tkes pleas ure in printlhtg his tales on our c0tntenanee. le writes the'flrst chapters with a swan's down, and gru9es thell~st with a'steel pen. --fod hauado the whole earth vocal` with sweett9mnds. 'The unttaveled forests echoe the notes of the will bird, and the ,Labittions of men are rmader glad by the song'f' the ffthtered minstrel blint above ail, the human voice, that combines the highest charms of sweet sounds with the inspiration of thought, is given for no ordt nary purpose of earthly pleasure. In its whisper of affection, how grateful ! In Its whisper of religious devotion, how exalted i For'its participation' in joy, how unspeak.