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"Prtory t ' f'oiu aij te the , I the J hiOKt ia. r e hest !r of the " IU8.' each' " tei-premi, - 'bich tru . waking i latter not 'onitho' nee, Me.- d ban t ' inefl sab- . '. in tuij- f ' BOIES.- I'ticll'gln' t J to their ' year, r pays fur volumes ence n. $4 $8; . $15 $L'2 ' I 85M , 1 yearly lw neut )ies will LA MO UJUJJlii NKWSDEA 7 fc: VOLUME 1. HYDE PARK, YERMOMy FRIDAY, JANUARY 4, 1861. NUMBER 6. S. HOWARD, Jr., Publisher. " Q uoc unique me Fori una lerat, lbo liospcs." rrfTHje; ( 8Mi25 within three month.. lilUlS $1,50 lter three rnanthi. ney or iption. 3 to- 7',-J ork. ' t A PER ON i vr urni,. to be, ng to CA.r lier of ill it .,; the la and tment tural, iture, ieutal first ouicu itinn, i tin. from. State' y ireat yria, , we rmy. the ever but . all inn, linir the lie. on- ice uid IIH- nd he i.. or ib no :1b I - From " Once a Week.' We LITTLE REDCAPS OF KERLEAtJ. A BRETON TALE. In a corner of the courtyard of the old castle of K'erW may be seen the crumbling tee Btatue of a peasant, which has stood there for many ages. In the days when good Christians reached leaven by faith and good worts, Satan Vas forced to exercise his wits to draw thcm into his snares ; ho was therefore ;much more frequently to be seen among men at that time than he is now (for in these days he has no need to come to us, as we of our own accord go to liim.) But ' whatever forethought he might exercise, j and whatever pains the evil spirit might take, his most carefully prepared . plots would sometimes fail, even when brought to bear upon the simple ones. There was, then, at that time, in the ' Commune of Eleven, a poor peasant, named Laurent, he was a widower, and had no other possession in the world thauabeau ' tiful daughter ; the pearl of the country, who went by the name of fair Jcanncttc ; but though the love of money was then less prevalent than it is now, no one envied the good man his treasure, and none of the lads of the parish, though they were always delighted at an oppor tunity of dancing with Jcanncttc, and paid her fine compliments, ever thought of marrying her. " Ah ! if I had but a good farm." said poor Laurent to himself. "I'd make Jcanncttc worth being looked after by the best lads in the Commune ; but with the poor wages of a day laborer, how can I nut anvthinc aside? If the Count of X , Largoct would only give me some assistance I would clear some of his land for him, and we should both bo gainers by the bargain." Hunger, they say, brings the wolf out of the forest; and father Laurent, having kid all the plans, paid a visit to the cas- tie of Largoct, and proposed to the Count to take a part of his land and get it into order, if he would make him a good ad vance. " Very good," said the Count ; " I will give you a hundred crowns, a good herd of cattle, and all the tools you want ; but by this time three years you must have cleared and planted and hedged "all the land that is allotted to you." Thoroughly delighted with his bargain Laurent confidently set to work. He built a cottage for himself and daughter, and stalls for the cattle ; for in those days, with a hundred crowns, a great many istoncs could be put one upon another. When once they were lodged the good ;man engaged laborers, who cut ditches, -plowed the land and sowed a great field, while they lived a whole year upon what was borrowed. But at the expiration of twelve months, Laurent found himself far poorer than at the beginning, for ho was in debt, and ho had hardly any corn, as the harvest had been bad, and his .labor ers, who had been badly fed and not paid .at all left him. One day, when the unfortunate Laurent -was digging a trench alone, and the Bwcat was running in streams from his brow, and his limbs were aching with fatigue, Jic lamented his hard lot, and, clutching ;his hair, cried out : " Yes, I would, I'd give myself to the idevil for a mere nothing." " Here I am. at your service," said ;Satan, who was immediately at hand. " No, no, by no means, thank you," isaid Laurent j " I prefer working alone." " 'Well, but I'll work for you and with out wages." ' Oh, no ! you never give anything for nothing," Said Laurent. " Come," said Satan, " do not go on ar guing, but let's make a bargain. I pity you, for I am a good-hearted fellow, and will work for you for a year and a day for nothing, on tho condition that you'l always supply mo with work : but the very first time it fails, I " " You'll carry mo off," said the peasant " Well, then I decline." 'Byno means, you old idiot 1" said Satan ; " it isn't you I'd have, but your daughter." " You'd have my daughter I Oo along with you I" said the exasperated Lau- rent. "Well, but if you always remain poor youl havo no means of getting your daughter married." " Well, then, let her be an old maid all icr life ; I don't care." " Yes, it's possible you don't care ; but low about her ?" Poor Laurent set himcslf to think. There's a great sight o'work to be done tiere, ana 1 snail easily employ mm ior a year and a day ; he'll be awfully cunning if he contrives to do all I shall give mm. " Well," he said at length, " I " 'You refuse?" said Satan. " No, on the contrary, I accept." " "Well, then, master, what shall 1 do ?" "Finish this ditch, while I go and rest." ,As long as there were fields to be plowed and sown, grass to bo cut, corn to be thrashed, and wagons to be built, all went on well, and they were quite at their case ; but after eight days of hard labor, there was not much left to be done, and tho fear of finding nothing for his workman to do, began to torment the good man, who look ed at his daughter with fear and trembling, Day and night he racked his brains to find some means of occupying tho activity of Satan ; he lost his appetite, and he daily grew thinner and sadder. But one morning, when he got up, he had quite lost his gloomy and morose irianncr, and seemed almost beside himself with joy, and when his workman came to ask for work, Laurent in a careless manner took him by the shoulder and said : " I am very well pleased with you, for you work capitally ; but I don't like you to be always toiling so hard, so to-day I'm going to give you something to do that won't tire you. Just go and fetch a fork out of the stable, and I'll meet you in the yard." So while he was gone to the stable to fetch the fork, Laurent went up into the loft, and emptied down into the yard a great sack of wheat, and then coining to the door when Satan returned, he said : " Just throw me up this wheat witli your fork and I'll measure it into your sack." So the devil went to work, plunging his fork again and again into the heap of wheat, without picking up a single grain. " Uontound it r he cried out, with an oath, " what dog's work have you given me here ?" and he leaned upon his fork in despair " Well my fine fellow," said Laurent, " it you won t do my work, you can go and get some elsewhere, for I'm not going to feed you for nothing ! Do you under stand ?" " Yes, yes, I understand," growled Satan, furious at being thus outwitted, " I will leave you, but I'll havo my revenge some day. And ho disappeared. A short time after this, a foreigner hav. ing bought this land, which the devil had put into such good condition, built upon it the Castlo of Kcrlcau, the ruins of which aro still standing, and Laurent, now becamo a rich man, had no longer any difficulty in marrying his daughter Jeanncttc, and was making preparations for her nuptials with a rich young farmer. He was anxious to have a magnificent wedding, and determined that everything should be in tho best stylo ; so he bought 'the finest cloth that could be found and selected a most renowned tailor in the country to mako the clothes. The tailor's name was Nicholas, and he did his work in a manner that no one could understand, lie was seen to cut out tho cloth, but no one ever saw him sewing ; however, tho clothes which were entrusted to him were always well made, were strongly sewed. and were always finished by tho day on which he had promised them. As soon as he had taken tho measure, he cut out tho cloth put the pioces into a box, and then went to smoke and drink at a tavern, Some said that Nicholas was a wizard but a great many said that ho had sold himself to tho devil, and they were not far from the mark ; for when Satan knew that Nicholas had been sent for, to Kerleau to mako tho wedding clothes, ho came to him and said : " I have got to havo my revenge upon that fellow Laurent, and I shall reckon upon your doing me a good turn ; now you must give mo his daughter, or it ml be the worse for you I Do you understand me, you old tippler?" "All right," said the tailor. "But how and where shall I deliver Jcannctte to you?" Oh, I leave you to the choice of the mcaas ; but as you are going to Kerleau to-morrow, I must have Jcannctte. Now I warn you not to fail." So the next day Nicholas was at Ker leau, and began to cut out the cloth early in the morning, when suddenly he said to Jeanncttc, who was watching him : " Good gracious ! what a bother ! I'm pulled up short for want of my tools. I've left my tools. I've left my box behind me, and I can't get on for want of it." Oh, never mind," said the girl, " I'll go and fetch it for you." "You're no end of a good girl Jcan nctte," said the tailor ; " here's the key ; you'll find the box on the board just be neath the window. But mind you don't open it, or you'll meet with a misfortune." " No, no, case your mind upon that score," said Jcanncttc. " I won't open it. And she ran off. When she had got the box, she put it under her arm, and carried it carefully without venturing even to look at it. Presently she thought she heard something inside it, yes, there it was again ; regular whispering, a tittering, and what a queer clatter what an odd noise it is. 1 wonder whether I cold sec through the keyhole ;" so she took the key out. Bother I I can't sec anything the box must bo double. If I were to open only a little bit ? No that won't do, Nicholas told me that there would be some accident if I did. However, it was only to fright en mo that he said so. lie s a cunning fellow, and does not want his secret to get wind. It's all noncscncc ; what could happen if I did iust look into it ? If there is an animal inside, it can't eat me, for it's not as big as I am." Reasoning thus, Jcannctte, who was then in the middle of a wido common, gently opened the lid of the box about an inch, but no sooner had she done this, than a whole host of little dwarfs not so large as your thimble, each with a lit tic red cap upon his head leapt to the ground, and dancing around her, shrieked at the top of their voices : " Some work, Mistress ; some work Jeanncttc stood quite stupefied, with her mouth wide open, and looking at the little men as they gambolled about her. But at this demand for .work, she thought she was lost unless she could satisfy them ; so she cried out : " Come little red-caps, pull up all the brush-wood on tho common." So they immediately began to pull up all tho tufts of broom, and in an instant tho whole common was clcarod. "Some work, Mistress; some work!" they screamed again. " Make a great pile of the tufts you have pulled up," said Jcannctte. And they made a heap as high as an oak. " Some work, Mistress ; some work said they again. , " Now my little men" said Jcanncttc, " climb up to the top of this pile and jump down into the box." Whereupon they clambered up to tho top and leapt lightly down.- As soon as tho last was in the box, Jeanncttc double-locked it, and ran with it as hard as she could to the tailor. So Nicholas took all tho pieces of cloth which ho had cut, and stuck needles and thread into them, and then opened his box to give them to his dwarfs to sew ; but at the sight of tho little men, who stretched out their hands, thoroughly stained green, he cried out : " What have you been doing, Jcanncttc, with my little men, that they have made their hands so dirty?" ,. , " Oh," she replied, " I am sorry to say that in running back as fast as I could, I let tho box slip, and all tho poor little men fell upon tho grass, and when I picked them up I forgot to wash their hands." " Ah I Jcannctte," said tho tailor, "you aro very fortunate to have fared no worso." " Well never mind," she answered, "and as your little men aro hard at work come and taste our cider." So Nicholas drank hard all day to drown his vexation, and at night he could hardly get up to his room. However, when he was there, he opened his box, and the dwarfs all jumped out and cried : " Some work, Master ; some work." " Carry mo down into the yard," said Nicholas, " I want some' fresh air, and my legs won't carry me." So they took him down and placed him on tho ground, saying again : Some work, Master ; some work." Always that same accursed song !" said Nicholas. " Well, pick up all the chips that the stone-masons have been making." So the little redcaps filled every corner of the yard, and soon made a heap of all the chips, hud then they ran back again saying: " Some work, Master ; some work !" But Nicholas was snoring, and when they had half awoke him, all he could say was : i " Go to the Devil. At these words the little demons carried off the unhappr tailor, and placed him on a heap of gijt and chips which they had collected, lolled him again and again in it, and rubbed it into him till it had reached his very marrow, and ho became stone. And then they placed him under that turret whore he stands to this day. From the American Agriculturist. TIM BUNKER ON CATTLE DISEASE. " Guess she s got tho cattle disease, by the looks on her," said Uncle Jothani Sparrowgrass, I as ho looked into Jake Frink'syard last April, at one of the sorriest cows ever seen in Hookcrtown, She was down and unable to get up, had lost her calf, and was very much down in the mouth. What kind of disease is that?" asked Jake, solemnly, evidently prepared to hear the worst. " Cattle disease ! you fool." exclaimed Ben Jones. " She is one of the cattle, and of course, if anything ails her, she's got the cattle disease." I rather think it s the crow ail, sug gested George AVashington Tucker, as he joined his neighbors in the cow yard, to sympathize with Jake in his affliction, " At any rate, the crows will havo a meet ing on her caso 'fore long, see if they don't." "Dreadful cavin infor'ard of the hips," remarked Scth Twiggs, a Lucifer on the wall and lit his second pipe. "I shouldn't wonder if it was the cave, a disease they've had in Hookcrtown this twenty year." " It looks to me like the cattle disease they aro having up in Massachusetts. The eyes aro glassy, the hair on end, and the breathing is fast," remarked Dea. Smith " They call it the plcuro-pncumonia, I believe," added Mr. Spooncr, who reads agricultural papers as well as theology. " Has it killed many cattle ?" askei Jake with a troubled countenance. " It has taken off a good many hundreds, and is spreading into this State, said the pastor. " Then Shcs cot it, said Jake, "and I shall loso her in spito of all doctrin, Salt wont savo her." . " The crows will, though," said Wash Tucker, who clung to tho crow ail, as tho only theory that cleared up the mysteries of her case. "I guess she's got the slink-fever," suggested Kicr Frink, who had stopped his coal cart, to see what the trouble was. " They have had it a good deal on father's farm ever since I can remember. Cows loso their calves, grow thin with a cough, and die." "Now jest tell us, neighbor Frink, what that arc cow has been fed on, for I don't want to feed mine tho samo way," said Scth Twiggs. , . , "Well, she haint been fed high at all. She aint pizened with oil meal, or any of them feed in Btuffs they bring up from the Bather high feed," suggested Twiggs, looking across that pile of skin and bones at me, as if I was authority in the matter. "Now," said I, "tho difficulty with this cow is starvation and exposure. If I was here Bitting upon a crowncr's quest, I should find under oath, that this animal died of hunger and cruelty, administered by Jacob Frink, of Hookertown." This conversation of my neighbors last Spring, shows the secret of a great deal of the disease among cattle in all the northern states. I have no doubt that they had something a little extra up in Massachusetts, perhaps an important dis ease, that was wisely checked by stringent legislation in that and other states. The stock interest is so great in this country, that we can not be too vigilant in guard ing it. But I think starvation and ex posure kill more cattle every year, than the lung murrain did. This disease is around in almost every neighborhood, and thousands arc slain by it, and other thousands arc so damaged, that they are of little or no profit to their owners. It is not thought contagious, and yet it is wnnderfnl. how it crocs throunh a whole herd, and spreads from farm to farm. Yet nobody is alarmed because ho is fami liar with the disease, and knows the remedy is of easy application, Now, Mr. Editor, I want to have my say on this subject, and you mustn't put the stopper on till I have it out. l ou - 11 ee, now is the time to prevent this dis ease. If you neglect cattle till they get down in the yard, like Jake Frink s cow- it is too late, or if it isn't too late it will cost all they are worth to get them up into good flesh again. You see folks are greatly mistaken about what constitutes the value of an ox or cow. I take it, it isn't the breath of life in the carcass that makes a cow or ox worth having. But this seems to be the popular notion, that a cow is a cow, whether she have five hun dred pounds of good wholesome flesh be tween her skin and bones have come to gether pretty much like a collapsed steam boiler. Men calling themselves farmers and living in a farming community like Hookcrtown, seems to think that a poor half-starved cow in the Spring is in just as good condition to give milk, and make butter and cheese, as one well fed. They think all the hay and meal they can cheat their cattle out of in the Winter, is so much clear gain. They keep animals out of doors, at tho stack yard, through all this cold stormy weather, that are expected to bring calves next April. They lie upon the frozen earth, and often upon tho snow, with tho thermometer at zero. They are fed upon corn stalks, and often upon poor hay, without meal or roots. Now I am not particularly savago in my disposition, but I should like to have I theso improvident stock owners spend just one night, at the stack yard, with their poor shivering cattle. . I rather guess they would build barns or sheds, and make them comfortable. , , ' A cow kept in this way, comes out in tho Spring in poor flosh, too weak to bear a good calf, or to make good meal, if the calf is doomed for the butcher. Half the Summer is spent in recovering tho flesh sho has lost during Winter. A few years of such treatment weakens her vital force so that sho is liable to die a hardening, lone beforo she' becomes an old cow. Is it any wonder that cattle become diseased under such treatment, that the ribs stick out, and tho hair sticks up, and tho crows scent their prey ? Wo havo got laws that fino men heavily for abusing dumb anl mals with the whip. Wo ought to have others that will prevent them from tor turing their animals with frost and hun- ger. '; ' My remedy for cattlo discaso is first, good warm stables. They can be made tight, and at the same time bo well ven- tilatcd, so that the thermometer will not is to the owner. You might as well think of having meal when you don't put corn into the hopper, as milk and butter wltb out plenty of fodder. There is nothing like having a good lot of flesh and fat to start upon in the Spring, if you wani to make a good dairy, and keep your cattlo1 clear of disease. Yours to command, Timothy Bunker.. 1 Hookertown, Dec. 18G0. From the Vermont Watchman. WINTERING BEES. Editor Watchman. I am often en quired of concerning the best method of wintering bees, and for the benefit of those wishing information on that subject, I will give my plan. Let the bees remain in the Apiary where they have been during the past season. Board up all around, so as keep off the storms, but not so tight as to prevent a moderate circulation of pure air. Place a piece of board at the door of each hive, so as to break of the wind, and ex clude light from the bees, but not so close as to prevent a free circulation of air. Clean of the bottom board two or three times during the winter. It is a very good plan however, to make a hoop just the size of the bottom of the hive, by nailing together four Btrips of board about two-inches in width; then place this hoop under the hive. This gives a clear space between tho comb and floor so that the rubbish and excrement of the bees can drop down clear of the comb, by which means the comb is kept clean and dry, and a supply of pure air is ensured to the bees, a moderate share of which is as necessary in winter as in summer. Early in the spring re move this hoop from tho hive, and clear off tho bottom board. I.L. SCEIBNEIL Montpclier, Vt Very good. A minister's wife says : The first time I took my eldest boy to church, when he was two years and a half old, I managed with caresses and frowns and candy, to keep him very still till tho sermon was half done. By this time his patience was cxausted, and he climbed to his feet, and stood on the seat looking at the preacher, (his father,) quite intently. Then, as if he had hit on a certain relief for his troubles, he pulled me by the chin, to attract my attention, and exclaimed,, in a distinct voice, " Mamma, make papa say Amen ! " A Waunino to Euchre Players. A young man of Milwaukee, who is very fond of a daughter of a "pillar" in one of that popular churches, was taking tea at the house of his adored a few evenings since, and had some fruit cako offered him, Being somewhat confused on account of his situation, as the cake was held out ho cried "pass." The father . hearing him, and having played some in his younger days, was horror-struck at the young man' infatuation of the game, and thought he would teach him a lesson, and said blunt ly, "You pass do you ? then I orofcr you; up, and there's the door." The young man sloped. 65 " That the excesses of our youth) aro drafts upon our old age, payable at sight," is well exemplified in this humor ous description of that species of the " cereal grain," known as M wild oats " ' A crop that is generally sown between! eighteen and twenty-five r the harvest gene raly sets in about ten years after, and is commonly found to consist of a broker constitution, two week legs a bad cough, and a trunk filled with small vials and. medical preparations."- CafPat O'Flaherty said that his wife was very ungrateful, for when ho married, her she hadn't a rag to her back, and now sho was covered with 'cm. city. You see, I'm rather short on't for fodder and stablo room, and I kept the olo ) sink much below the freezing point With cow on butts and swale hay all the fore out good stables, no amount of feeding can part of Winter, and foddered her at tho keep tho animal comfortable, or mako it stack. She'd allcrs wintered count well i profitable to tho owner. enuf, and I thought she was so tuff, she wouldn't mind it I put her on to oat straw about tho middle of Winter, and have kept her in tho yard ever since, but nussin don't seem to agree with the old critter. Sho allers was kontrary, blame her. Guess ehc'U die jest Out of Bpitc." And secondly, good feed, and plenty of it, good timothy or clover hay well cured corn meal, linscad oil cako meal, and cot ton seed . meal, with the roots carrots, beets, and turnips, arc articles that should enter into, tho bill of face. , As a rulo, tho more a cow eats, the more profitable she fg" A husband telegraphed to ti wife " What have you for breakfast and how is the baby?" .The answer cain : Buckwheat cako and the measles.", , . . CS" Pure truth, like pure gold, has been found unfit for circulation ; because men. discovered that it is far more convenient to adultcrato the truth, than to rcfino themselves. 63" A disappointed Hibernian in re lating his griefs, gave the following spicy item : I tould him had he any strong beer that was good; ho axed me yes, but it was sour and all gone. - '