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There is no time like the old time,when you and I were young, When t he buds oi April blossomed and birds of spring time sung! The garden's brightest glories by summer eun are nursed : oh ! the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers that opened first! liut There; is no place like the old place, where you and I were born, Where we lilted up our eyelids on the splendors of the morn ! From the milk-white breast that warmed us; from the clinging arms that bore, Where the dear eyes glistening o'er us that will look on us no more. There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days ! No greeting like his* welcome, no homage like his praise ! Fame is the scentless flower, with gaudy crown of .gold; I5ut friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. There is no love like the old, that we courted in our pride; Though our leaves are falling, falling, and we're fad ing side by side ; There are blossoms all around us with the colors of the dawn, And we live in borrowed sunshine when the light of day is gone. There are no times like the old times—they shall never be forgot ; There is no nlace like the old place—keep green the dear old spot ! There are no friends like the old friends—may heaven prolong their lives ! There are no loves like the old loves—God bless our loving wives ! OFF FOR BOY-LAND. Ho ! All aboard ! A traveler Sets Bail from Baby land ! Before my eyes there comes a blur, But etill I kiss my hand, And try to smile as off he goes, My bonny, winsome boy ! Yes, bon voyage ! God only knows llow much I wish thee joy. Oh, tell me, have you heard of him ? He wore a sailor's hat, All silver-horded round the brim, And—stranger e'en than that— A wondrous suit of army-blue. With pocaets deep ana wide; Oil, tell me, sailors, te.ll me true, llow fares he ou the tide ? We've now no baby in the house; Twas but this very morn, He doffed his dainty 'broidered blouse, W ith skirts of snowy lawn ; And shook a mass of silken curls t rom off his sunny brow ; They fretted iiim—"so like a girl's ! Mamma can have them now." ne owned a bran-new pocket-book ; But that he could not find. A knife and string was all he took ; What did he leave behind? A heap of blocks with letters gay, And here and there a toy ; I cannot pick them up to-day, My heart is with my boy. llo ! Ship ahoy 1 At Boyhood's town Cast anchor strong and deep ! What ! tears upon this little gown Lett for mamma to keep ? Weep not, but smile ; for through the air A merry message rings : "Just sell it to the rag-man there! I've done with baby things ! Tbe Bible. Viewed merely as a human or literary pro duction, the Bible is a marvelous book, and without a rival. It embraces works of forty authors, representing the extremes of society, from the throne of a king to the boat of a fisherman ; it was written during a long per iod of sixteen centuries, on the banks of the Kile, in the desert of Arabia, in the land of promise, in Asia Minor, in classical Greece and imperial Home; it commences with the creation and ends with the final glorification, after describing all the intervening stages in the relations of God and the spiritual devel opment of man ; it uses all forms of literary composition ; it rises to the highest heights and descends to the very lowest depths of humanity ; it measures all states and condi tions of life; it is acquainted with every grief and every woe; it touches every chord of sympathy ; it contains the spiritual biogra phy of every human heart; it is suited to ev ery class of society, and can be read with tbe same interest and profit by the king and the beggar, by the philosopher and the child ; it is as universal as the race, and reaches be yond the limits of time into the boundless regions of eternity. Of all the books in the world, the Bible is the only one of which we never tire, but which we admire more and more in propor tion as we use it. Like the diamond, it casts its luster in every direction ; like a torch, the more it is shaken the more it shines ; like a healing herb, the harder it is pressed the sweeter is its fragrance. A New Theory About Food. A German physician has started a new theory with regard to food. He maintains thaï both the vegetarians and the meat eaters are on the wrong track. Vegetables are not more wholesome than meat nor meat than vegetables, and nothing is gained by con suming a compound of both. Whatever nutritive qualities they may possess, he says, are destroyed in a great measure, and often by the process of cooking. All food should be eaten raw. If this practice were adopted there w'ould be little or no illness among human beings. They would live their ap portioned time and simply fade away, like animals in a wild state, from old age. Let those affected with gout, rheumatism, and in digestion, try for a time the effect of a sim pie, uncooked diet, such as fruit and oysters for instance, and they will find all medicine unnecessary and such a rapid improvement of their health that they will forswear all cooked articles of food at once and forever. Intemperance would also, it is urged, no longer be the curse of civilized communities. The yearning for drink is caused by the un natural abstraction from what are termed "solids" of the aqueous elements they con tain—uncooked beef for example, containing from 70 to 80 per cent, and some vegetables even a larger proportion of water. There w'ould be less thirst, and consequently Jess desire to drink if our food were consumed in its natural state without first being subjected to the action of fire. IIow Drinking; Produces Apoplexy. It is the essential nature of all wines and spirits to send an increased amount of blood to the brain. The first effect ot taking a glass of wine, or stronger form of alchohol, is to send the blood there faster than com mon ; hence the circulation that gives the red lace. It increases the activity of tht brain, and it works faster and so does the tongue. But, as the blood goes to the brain faster than common, it returns faster, and no special harm results. But, suppose a man keeps on drinking, the blood is sent to the brain so fast, and in such large quantities that in order to make room for it, the arteries have to enlarge themselves; they increase in size, and, in doiDg so, they press against the more yielding flaccid veins which carry the blood out of the brain, and thus diminish their size, their pores, the result being that the blood is not only carried to the brain faster than is natural or healthful, but it is prevent ed from leaving it as fast as usual ; hence a double set of causes of debt are in operation. Hence a man may drink enough brandy or other spirits in a few hours, or even minutes, to bring on a fatal attack of apoplexy. This is, literally, being dead drunk. Tbe Pulse. Many erroneous impressions prevail about the pulse as indicative of health or disease, a common notion being that its beatings are much more regular and uniform than they really are. Frequency varies with age. In the newborn infant the beatings are from 130 to 140 to the minute ; in the second year, from 100 to 115 ; from the seventh to the fourteenth year, from 80 to 90; from the four teenth to the twenty-first year, from 75 to 85; from the twenty-first to the sixtieth year, from 70 to 75. After that period the pulse is generally thought to decline, but medical au thorities differ radically on this point, having expressed the most contradictory opinions. Young persons are often found whose pulses are below 60, and there have been many in stances of pulses habitually reaching 100, or not exceding 40, without apparent disease. Sex, especially in adults, influences the pulse, which in women is from 10 to 114 beats to the minute more rapid than in men of the same age. Muscular exertion, even position, materially effects the pulse. Its average fre quency in healthy men of 27 is, when stand ing 81 ; when sitting, 71 ; when lyiDg, 66, per minute ; in women of the same age, in the same positions, 91, 84 and 79. In sleep the pulse is generally considerably slower than during wakefulness. In certain diseases such as acute dropsy of the brain, for exam ple—there may be 150, even 200 beats ; in other kinds of disease, such as apoplexy and some organic effections of the heart, there may be no more than 20 or thirty to the min ute. Thus, one of the common diagnostic signs is liable to deceive the most experienced practitioners. Amüsement for tbe Children. On rainy days, the active child resents his confinement within doors, and is more than usually troublesome. We know of nothing which will afford him surer amusement than the making of scrap-books. Provide the little ones with a pair of blunt-pointed scissors, and let them cut out and trim neatly the pictures from papers you do not care to pre serve, circulars of farm machiner)', or any thing they fancy, and then, armed with a cup of boiled starch and an old tooth brush (if you have one,) let them exercise their in genuity in filling the book with their collec tions. Quiet small children find enchant ment in this kind of work. A large picture may be put in the centre of the page, and the space around it filled with small ones, and short pieces of prose and poetry. We have seen very pretty ornaments for these juvenile scrap-books cut out of illustrated books for children, which had become badly tattered with use, so that the pictures were all that were worth preserving. W T hen two pages are full, the book should be left open until dry before going on. This amusement need not make much litter about a house, and the little workers can easily learn to pick up their scattering scraps after themselves, and wash i he starch-cup and brush after using it, so that it will be ready for the next rainy day. HOPE. The poet struck one of the chords of hu manity, when he said "Hope springs eternal in the human breast." Who is not a subject of pleasing, animating hope? The little child whose imagination glows with the bright im ages of futurity, feeds on the joyful anticipa tions that are one day to be realized. The ardent youth is led through the mazes of this world's pilgrimage by fond, endearing Hope She sits by him when the evening shades are gathered over his head and his brain is rack ed in seach of knowledge, and points him to the distant temple of Fame and Glory. The middle-aged, rejoicing in the strength and vigor of manhood, are living in hope; she points them to still higher promotion among men, to higher advances in the scale of learn ing and moral excellence. The old man with gray hairs, tottering on the verge of the grave is cheered and animated by the rays of hope, Even if she has promised lees in the past than has been fully realized; if "distance gave enchantment to the view," and disappointed hopes have stung his heart, he still clings to "hope as anchor to the soul." She lights his dim way to the realms of the blessed ; she fixes his waning, failing eye on immortality, She enables him to grapple with death man fully, and to pass off the stage of life "Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him and lies dowu to pleasant dreams." The sick man, marred by disease and distort ed by pain, finds medicine in the balm of hope. Like some friendly genius it overshad ows his couch, as "the pillar of cloud by day' on the plains of Israel. It whispers comfort to his trembling bosom, and allays many pang of heart-rending bitterness. What is it that nerves the arm of the sea-worn mariner on the "dark deep sea?" What is it that brings to his mind his home, his children and his friends? Hope—stimulating, joyous hope He hopes to meet his loved ones, to be encir cled in the arms of his distant friends, to gain in peace the haven of his rest, and hope bids him buffet the storm ; it spreads his sail to the wind, and guides with steady arm his faithful helm. And has not hope stood by the soldier, all clad in pristling steel? It has led him to the cannon's mouth, and bared his bosom to the battle shaft. It has whispered in the ears of the martial hero—"On to the conquest ; if you perish, il will be in glory's flash and victory's thunder shout." -- ^ -« mm Iu the Jaws of a Lion. [From Among the Zulus.] I was out after porcupines, and was lying down one night near a porcupine's hole, wait ing for him to come out. I had no gun, but only my hunting-knife and a large knob kerrie with which to knock the porcupine on the nose ; for that, as you know, kills him at once. 1 did not hear a sound until I found the grass near me move and a lion got his paw on me and lifted me up. The brute pressed his claws into me, but luckily, my leather belt prevented his teeth from damag ing me, and he carried me holding on to my belt and coat. If either of these had given away I should have been laid hold of in a far more rough manner. A lion is like a cat in one thing—he can hold a live creature in his mouth and not damage it, just as I have seen a cat carry a mouse. I knew the nature of the lion well enough to know that if I strug gled I should have my neck broken or my head smashed in an instant, so I did not struggle, but quietly drew my knife and thought what was best to do. I thought at first of trying to strike him in the heart, but I could not reach that part of him, and his skin looked so loose that I could not strike deep enough, carried as I was. I knew it would be life or death with me in an instant, so turning myself a bit, I gashed the lion's nose and cut it through. The lion dropped me as I should drop a poisonous snake, and jump« d away roaring with pain. He stood for an instant looking at me, but I did not move, and he did not seem to like to carry me again. More than once he came up to within a few yards, licking the blood as it poured from his nose ; but there I remained like a stone, and he was fairly afraid to tack le me again. I know a buffalo and an ox are very sensitive about the nose, and a cat if just tipped on the nose, can't stand it, so I thought a lion might be the same, and so it proved. ____ ^ _ _ a to lit ____ ^ _ _ Tüe Legs of Insects. A scientist once observed a fly, only as large as a grain of sand, which ran three inches in half a second, and in that distance made the enormous number of 540 steps. If a man were to be able to walk as fast in pro portion to his size, supposing his step to measure two feet, he would, in the course of a minute, have run upwards of twenty miles, a task far surpassing our express railroad en gines, or the famous Seven League Boots re corded in the nursery fable. In leaping also, insects far excel man, or any other animal whatever. The flea can leap two hundred times its own length ; so also can the locust. If a man were six feet long, and could leap as high and as far, in proportion to his size, as one of these insects, he might stand near the New York Custom House, leap up into the air over the top of Trinity Church spire, and alight in Greenwich street ; which would be something more wonderful than it has ever entered into the minds of the writers of fairy tales to conceive of. The insect called the froghopper can leap more than 250 times its own length. Some spiders can leap a couple of feet upon their prey. Are the people of the United States grow ing more temperate ? The statistics from the Internal Revenue Bureau would not seem to answer in the affirative. Of home produc tions, we have 15,000,000 gallons more than last year. That makes about 480,000,000 square drinks of three fingers each. Besides this, we imported last year, in excess of the former year, 4,434,455 gallons. STANDING INDER THE NOOSE. A Herdsman's Life Saved by bis Wife's Leiters from Home. [Denver News, Aug. 29.] In a recant case in the recorder's court At torney J. W. Donovan told the following story. It hails from Texas ; On a hot day in July, 1860, a herdsman was moving his cattte to a new ranch further north, near Helena, Tex., and paseing down the banks of a stream his herd became mixed with other cattle that were grazing in the val ley and some of them failed to be separated The next day about noon a band of about dozen mounted rangers overtook th^ herds man and demanded their cattle which they said were stolen. It was before the day of law and court houses in Texas, and one had better kill five men than steal a mule worth $5, and the herdsman knew it. He tried to explain but they told him to cut it short. He offered turn over all the cattle not hi9 own, but they laughed at the proposition, and hinted that they usually confiscated the whole herd and left the thief hanging on a tree as a warning to others in like cases. The poor fellow was completely overcome They consulted apart for a few moments, and then told him if he had any explanation make or business to do they would allow him ten minutes to do so and defend himself. He turned to the rough faces and commenc ed; "How many of you have wives?" Two or three nodded. "How many of you have children?" They nodded again. "Then I know who I'm talking to and you will hear me," and he continued : "I never stole any cattle ; I have lived in these parts over three years. I came from New Hamp shire ; I failed in the fall of 1857, during the panic ; I have been saving ; 1 have no home here ; my family remain East, for 1 go from place to place ; these clothes I wear are rough and I am a hard-looking customer ; but this is a hard country; days seem like months to me, and months like years; married men, you know that but for the letters from home (here he pulled out a handful of well-worn envel opes and letters from his wife) I should get discouraged. I have paid part of my debts Here are the receipts, and he unfolded the letters of acknowledment. 1 expected to sell out and go home in November. Here is the testament my good old mother gave me; here is my little girl's picture," and he kissed it tenderly and continued : "Now, men, if you have decided to kill me for what I am inno cent of send these home, and send as much as you can from the cattle when I'm dead. Can't you send half the value ? My family will need it." "Hold on, now; stop right thar!" said a rough ranger. "Now', I say, boys," he con tinued, "I say let him go. Give us your hand, old boy ; that picture and them letters did the business. You can go free, but you're lucky, mind ye." "We'll do more than that," said a man with a big heart, in Texan garb and carrying the customary brace of pistols in his belt ; "let's buy his cattle here and let him go." They did, and when the money was paid over and the man about to start he was too weak stand. The long strain of hopes and fears, beiDg away from home under such trying cir- cumstances, the sudden deliverance from death, had combined to render him helpless as a child. He saDk to the ground completely overcome. An hour later, however, he left on horseback for the nearest staging route, and as they shook hands and bade him good- bye, they looked the happiest band of men I ---- m -m t ►► - —-- A Fire-proof Costume. A great advance has just been made in fire-proof costumes by M. Schalla, an Aus trian engineer who has just given his inven tion a public trial in the Prater, Vienna, where a huge stage of dry wood was built, and plentifully soused with petroleum before being set light to. By means of his costume, M. Schalla remained a long time in the flames, which were so intense that the spectators had to retreat several paces. The dress is simi lar in appearance to that worn by divers,only lit is double. The space between the two lay ers is continually supplied with fresh water by means of a pipe. Another pipe supplies the wearer with the necessary air. The in ventor was warmly applauded when he at last came out of the fire, appearing quite at iiis eas e. _ A Prolific Bom Tree. [Yelignaur's Messenger. We recently mentioned in the Meneng er that in the Luxembourg Garden is to be seen rose tree bearing more than 700 buds or flowers. We have now received from Mr. E. Sprent (Messrs. Sprent & Phillips,)who is on a visit in Cornwall, a letter, in which he tells us that a rose tree of twenty years' stand ing is now in full blossom in the garden of Mr. J. C. Isaac, Liskeard. It is literally covered with roses, and by way of curiosity, Mr. Sprent informs us that he counted them, and found them to number 1,925 roses and buds. The tree is a perfect picture, and so heavy are the flowers oil it that a prop is necessary to support the weight. A New Explosive. Prof. Emerson Reynolds of Dublin, has discovered a new explosive compoundèd of two substances, which can be kept apart without risk, and can be mixed as required to form a blasting agent. The powder is a mix ture of seventy-five parts of chlorate of pot assium with twenty-five parts of "sulphurea," a body discovered by Prof. Reynolds, which can be obtained cheaply from a waste pro duct of gas manufacture. The new explosive is a white powder, which can be ignited at a lower temperature than gunpowder, and leaves less solid residue. ALL WORTS. Watermelons sell for seventy-five cents a wagon load in Kansas. —The girl who can't even shoot a marble straight is the one who is invincible at arch ery. Senator Lamar is a silent man. Yet he ought to be able to say what he thinks of the Yazoo murder. —Diamonds, it is said, attract the light ning. That explains why so many wear twenty-five cent cameo rings. A Russian physician, who is afflicted with nearsightedness, proposes to write with white ink on black paper as a remedy. —A physician has discovered yellow fever germs in ice. The safest way is to boil your ice before using it. It kills the germs. "The Veiled Bride of Spring" is the title of a piece of sculpture on exhibition in New York, by its designer, Edmonia Lewis. When a stump orator doesn't speak loud enough in New York, the outer members of the audience yell, "Give us a telephone !" A Black Hills correspondent states that he believes the development of the mineral re sources of the Black Hills has only begun. —Statistics prove that women's teeth decay at an earlier age than men's, which conclu sively proves that spruce gum is more injuri ous than tobacco. The march of British troops into the Af ghanistan territory is to be one of victory. Newspaper correspondents will not be al lowed to accompany the troops. Captain Jack Neil, formerly of Jackson, Tenn., has married the daughter of an In dian chief in the Indian Nation, who is worth $300,000. in her own right. A pun based on the wrong spelling of a foreign name becomes so flat in the course of time that the author can almost forgive the paper that steals it and gives no credit. An Illinois farmer astonished Decatur by going into that place with a train of six wa g ons, laden with 375 bushels of barley and drawn by a steam road locomotive of his own invention. Grace Greenwood says that among its other admirable manufactures, New England produces the best educated girls, the truest wives,the noblest mothers and the most glori ous old maids in the world. Archibald Forbes, the brilliant Zulu war correspondent, takes the field again—the lec ture field—and will come to America in Feb ruary, to talk about "Royal people I have known." That includes Cetewayo. New York policemen are not allowed to use profane language. They find it very dif ficult to club a citizen to death without using cuss words, and some of the most vigorous men on the force have been dismissed for a slip of the tongue. A young Japanese lately played a game of billiards against three of the best players, united, at Moscow. The game was 5,000 points at carom for 85,000 roubles. The Jap's first run was 1,853 points. The game lasted fourteen hours, and he won by three points. The New York Tribune says : Not a man has ever lost a dollar by holding a note of the kind we now use. Great loss there has been, because those notes were not so good at one time as at another, but that is now ended. For tbe first time we have a currency the worth of which bankers, money-dealers and exchange-brokers cannot fix as they please, at one rate for one place and another for another. It is uniform, fair to all, and so well guarded that no man looks to see whether the note he takes is one of the United States, or of some bank near or far off. All the notes are at all places and at all times as good as gold, because the holder can at any time get legal tenders for bank notes, and gold for legal tenders. What reason is there for going back to the use of notes which are not good anywhere, and not uniform even in their badness. Nbot at a Cupola and Killed a Han. [From tbe Norristown (Pa,) Herald.] Last evening, shortly before dusk, George Waterfield a middle aged painter, was sitting on the porch in front of Mr. Samuel Clay ton's hotel, at Edge Hill tillage, when he suddenly jumped up, walked to the bar room door, ex claiming that be was shot and fell dead. A physician who was called in extracted a minie ball which had lodged in his heart. No one was seen shooting, nor was the report of fire-arm heard at the hotel, but after some time a man who came to the hotel stated that he had seen a young man <named Titus Heil man shooting with a rifle at Abington Sta tion, half a mile distant, about the time of the tragedy. Heilman was sent for and ex plained that he was practicing with a minie rifle by shooting a ball od the cupola of the engine house at the station. The distance from the station to the hotel is variously es timated at from one-half to three-quarters of mile, no one pntting it under the former figure. The hotel stands upon high ground, being not less than 100 feet above the level of the railroad, and the ball must have been what is known among the marksmen as a curve shot. Deputy Coroner Fenton held an inquest, the jury returning a verdict of acci dental death. A Solid Navigator. [Territortal Enterprise. [ Last evening when the wind was blowing its fiercest, Old Bodcorn said : "Ah, I'd-like to be at sea on such a night as this!" , "You would, you old crab-catcher! cried Tim Trysail ; "you'd like to be at sea—on a good stout plank, I reckon." "No," said the other, in a subjugated tone, "no, on board a geod substantial island."