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The Denison Review
E. F. TUCKER. Publisher. VENISON, 1 IOWA. MODEST NEEDS. Give me a name, not great, not bad Give me a smile sincere and glad, A manner frank and free from care, A large amount of savoir-faire. And all the beauty In the town I'll envy not! Give me a heart that's always true Give me the will to see and do, A spirit that can cause no pain, A holpful word, a thoughtful brain. And all the riches in the world I'd covet not! Give me the strength to say: "I will!" Give mo a love my life to fill, Some little child to smile upon Who'll do what good I've left undone. And with the proudest in the land I'd not exchange! Give me the soul to feel ashamed ,lf for iny fault another's blamed yLet me for justice take a stand, In friendship clasp my neighbor's hand: Then, at the closing of life's dream, I'll gladly die! Give qie a thought when I am dead, -And sometimes say the words I've said: •A flower place upon my breast Forgive my faults, and all the rest, And speak of me with charity! 'Tis all I ask! —N. Y. Herald. Josiab the Claim Jumper. How a Shot in the Dark Went True* BY RUFUS M. STEELE. JOSIAH GODBOLT was new to the Shasta hills. He was new to any hills, and, of course, he was new to the mines. He was new to everything western, and new to almost everything not relating directly or indirectly to the swamp lands of the Mississippi, where boys grow so fast into human saplings that by the time they are stubbly of chin their legs are long enough for them to stride away, or to the locomotion of a St. Louis street car. Godbolt had been a conductor on a street car until that eventful day when his car collided while he was en gaged in helping a 6mall girl with her basket, and he was discharged. He had had wages due him sufficient to pay his fare to California, which seemed the place most distant from the scene of his yielding to a weak ness. Hither he had come in a hurry. But Josiah knew, or, to be precise, he "allowed" that he wanted a copper mine. As he had no snug fortune with which to buy one, his recourse wan to discover a new ledge and plaster his notice of location upon it These are sidelights upon the trail along which fate led Josiah to Pete Barclay. Barclay was a tenderfoot—nearly 20 years before Josiah was born. Four decades he had spent in getting into .such close fortune-hunting communion with the "likely spots" of the Sierra Nevadas and the Coast Range, that he had really become a part of the moun tains. 1-le was so gray and weathered, and so perfectly attuned to the sur roundings, that he could squat among the little bowlders on a Shasta hillside and a jack rabbit might hop over and -scratch its back against a corner of him without noting the difference. Fortune had not always been mean to bijn, and if he was forever at the ebb it was mainly because, like all chronic prospectors, he knew a good deal more about hunting for mineral than about using it after he found it. Once, at Cherokee, he took out nuggets as large as buzzards' eggs at Oak Bar he piped down a bank which washed $10,000 in ten days, and a week later, in a gam bling house—but that is not this story. Josiah Godbolt, tired of mucking at the Iron mountain, and resolved to make a find for himself, drew his sti pend and went to Redding. Pete Bar clay, driven away from the high alti tudes of Coffee Creek by the flying snow, was in town with the price of four weeks' living used out of his shal low dust sack when he met Josiah in the Blue Goose resort. "You're fresh enough from nowhere to have somo greenhorn luck with you," commented Barclay. "You're long enough on the belt to teach me how to find a copper mine," was Josiah's theory. And so the partnership was formed. Barclay did not know of a copper prospect which seemed' large enough to meet the ideas of the young Mis sourian, to say nothing of his own hopes, now modified by experience. He knew where a streak as of half worn off red paint ran through a ravine and over a hilltop, back from Copley, with in rifleshot of the great Balaklala. This re.d gossan meant more than an Iron cropping, of that he was certain. On the Fourth of July, when every miner of the section had gone to Red ding for the celebration, he had im proved the unwatched opportunity to pick into the vein where the hill sloughed away, and he had found cop per sulphurets. The obstacle which prevented Barclay from taking up the two claims which the red streak crossed was that they already bore the location notices of Henry Flatfoot, half-breed, drunkard and fighter. The half-breed had been keen enough to see that there was value there, but too lazy to get Sown to it, or e'-Hn to do his assessn.ont work, required by law. Pete Ban-lay had waited this oppor tunity. In another night the year would expire, and with it the location notices 'if the half-breed. The first man upon the spot after the hour ot m'dmgljt -ould re-locate thosa two valuable claims. The surest way was for a man to be on each of the claims exactly at 12 o'clock to tear down Flat foot's notices and post new ones of I their own. This was what Pete Bar clay bad is mind in taking a partner. An old miner and a young one dropped from the caboose of the after -, noon freight train at Copley, "and slung down their packs while the^..went in to patronize the bar, which constituted half the town. The older miner was careful to explain to the dispenser of refreshments and the loungers in the place that he and his companion were going to the Balaklaja to work. "See ing you've got jobs, it aint worth men tioning," said the proprietor, "but In jun Flatfoot, who's a-gambling in the back room now, says he's willing to pay big for somebody to go up the hill with him to-night and keep some old claim or other from being jumped." The remark was not lost upon Jo siah Godbolt, and as^fe toiled after Barclay along the trail, winding up hillsides and around little peaks, some times under trees and usually through dense chemise, he asked: "Will this Flatfoot party try to interfere with us to-night, do you reckon?" "You'd better save your wind to get up these hills, instead of wasting it asking questions," answered old Pete "and besides, a pine-tree, such as you be, with a six-shooter handy, ought to be able to bluff off a half-breed, any way." It was while they were cooking sup per in a secluded spot in the ravine, just below the first of the claims they had come to operate upon that night, that Josiah learned more of Henry Flatfoot. It would seem that he must be the boss bad citizen of Shasta coun ty. Barclay told Josiah that the half breed had shot at many men in va rious fights, had stabbed one or two, and bore the record of his encounters in scars over his body and a long knife nark across his left cheek. "He served a term in San Quentin," went on Bar clay, ruminating. "It was after he tried to hold up tho Bieber stage, up yon way, and was shot in the shoulder. They chased him for five days. He was so near petered out that he even threw away his gun, or some of them wouldn't have been so hot to overtake him. At last they caught him in a deep cave on the McCloud, and how do you s'pose they knew he was back in the dark hole? It was by the shine of his eyes they were just like an ani mal's. People say it's due to the fact that a wildcat crawled into his mother's cabin one night not long be fore he was born." It was very dark in the hills at nine o'clock. At that hour, Pete Barclay stationed Jo-si ah Godbolt beside the scrub-oak upon which Henry Flatfoot's location of the claim was posted, with the instruction that when he could feel both hands of his big silver watch, from which the crystal had been re moved, pointing straight upward, he was to tear down the half-breed's no tice and tack up their own as noise lessly as possible. Then he was to stand guard beside the sign of their possession until morning. Pete would do the same on the other claim. "And what' if somebody comes snorting around here and wants to clean me out?" asked Josiah. "Well, the law gives a man the right to defend his property in the certain c-st way he knows how, and that's my. best gun you've got in your belt there," replied Pete, as he felt his way into the little trail which led to the other claim, half a mile away over the hill. Josiah found his vigil growing te dious rapidly. He feared to move about in the darkness, lest he should lose the tree, and he had been advised not to disclose his presence to chance prowlers by striking a light. For the same reason he checked a half-in voluntary impulse to whistle. He slid to the ground, with his back against the tree, and occupied himself with thinking over all he had heard about the half-breed, who would own thc very ground upon which he was sit ting for more than two hours to come. Supposing Henry Flatfoot should take a notion to visit the claim while it still belonged to him? Who would be the intruder then, and on whose side would the law be? Josiah moved his big foot, and the crackling of a twig beneath it startled him and set his heart to beating. The darkness was so intense that Josiah could see as little with his e}*es open as with them shut. He could not see the hand on his crooked-up knee, and he could not see his right hand, which, somehow, seemed comfortable only when it rested upon the butt of the revolver swung loosely in his leather belt. Many the night when he had followed the dogs at a run in the bottoms along the Mississippi urrtil the 'possum was treed and the axes could be swung to fell the perch, but he had not supposed that a night, when neither snow nor rain was falling, could be as dark as this. Clouds hid every star. In shifting his position he was delighted to discover a glow worm. He seized the insect and, draw ing up his cowhide shoes, smeared phosphorus on the toe of each. He could now follow the motion of his feet when he moved them and he felt more collected. With limb? numb from sitting so long in this posture, Josiah pulled out his watch in haste. Surely it was al ready past miduight. The long hand was undoubtedly pointing straight up, but an angle separated the short hand from it It was 11 o'clock. If Henry Flatfoot were coming to try to save his claims he would arrive during the next hour. Josiah tried to keep thoughts of the desperate Indian out of his minil. Tho sight had been very still. Sudden ly the brush crackled slightly. Josiah found when all was silent again that lie had unconsciously risen to his fe-t and was supporting hirnsolf with one haind against' the tree while in the other he gripped his revolver it was only a rabbit moving in tho chemise, of course. Me restored Ihe weapon lo its place and sank down After a time a sound in the brush off to the other side set him a-quiver again, but ho convinced himself that only a toad could make such a wee noise, though it had sounded loud enough at first. When a strange night bird cried oul be did. not move or touch his gun. and. he told himself that he had banished his' silly fears. The night was cold, but somehow he did not feel the chill. During the last half hour before mid night Josiah held his watch on his palm, and with his fingers followed the long hand as it mounted the dial. Any body would know that if the half breed Henry Flatfoot were coming to prevent his location notice from being torn down he would not have waited until so late to come. Josiah could feel his palm perspiring beneath the cold case of the watch when at last both hands were squarely upon the figure 12. In a moment he was upon his feet ripping the half-rot ten cloth sign from its place upon the tree. The new piece of cloth a foot square he spread against the trunk, whether right side or wrong side to the hark he neither knew nor thought, and began to drive in tacks with his heavy pocket-knife. The sound of the hammering was like the thundering of a stamp-mill to him, and yet hia ears caught that cautious sound in the chemise. He dropped his knife and drove in the rest of the tacks with the sheer strength of his callous fingers. Then he dropped to the ground upon his knees and waited. The quiet was absolute. Yet Josiah knew that the sound he had heard was not made by a rabbit or by a toad. Something a good deal larger than either had moved in the brush within 100 feet of him. He was on his own ground now, but somehow he was more nervous than before. Tensely he waited. At last it came again, just as he knew it would. Something or some body was moving slowly toward tho little clearing, in the midst, of which was the tree beneath which he crouched. Two steps, three steps, the thing would stop, \«ait in silence and then come on. With his long pistol across his knee and gripped tightly. Josiah bent forward. The sound was most like that which a man would make in crawling. Only one man on earth could have any reason to ap proach that lonely spot by stealth at that hour of the night, and that man would be Henry Flatfoot, the half breed desperado, coming to see whether the notice by virtue of which he had held this mining claim had been disturbed. The sounds were repeated, and again ceased. Another sound broke the hush: "Henry Flatfoot, the law is now on my side you'd better go back—so help you Gawd!" There was a light commotion in the chemise. Perhaps the unseen had heeded the warning and was now re treating. But in another ten seconds the steps came on again. Upon the strained gaze of Josiah there burst two balls as of yellow fire. They dazzled him even as his senses told him what they must be. Such eyes as those "burning out of the dark ness there into his own, Josiah God bolt had never dreamed existed, and he knew negro superstitions like a book. The hellish eyes were growing into the size of full moons, and they seemed to be coming, coming. Silence, awful, ominous then a pis tol shot rang out. Two screams suc ceeded almost on the instant. One shrill cry from Jojiah, who had fired, the other from the spot where the eyes had vanished, and the brush crackled as with a heavy body plunged back into it. When, just as daylight was chas ing away the last shadow, Pete Bar clay stepped from the trail into the clearing where he had left his part ner, the spectacle which met him caused him to stop and utter a char acteristic exclamation. In a heap upon the ground by the tree was Josiah. His face was white and drawn almost past recognition. His eyes were bleared and teary. In both hands his pistol was clutched, and it was held ready for instant use. Barclay moved up to him and gently wrenched away the weapon. "What in the name of all the ghosts has happened to you, Jo?" he asked, with a tenderness of which no one would have suspected him. "Over there," whispered Josiah, pointing. "What's over there, the ghosts?" "The half-breed," piped Josiah. "Lord Gawd, I had to kill him." He sank his head upon his knees. Pete Barclay went over to where the brush was beaten down, and peered into the thicket. There, lifeless, lay a gaunt, ugly form. Josiah had shot tho panther squarely between the now half-closed eyes.—San Francisco Argo naut. Wlint Was I.uckluc. In trie smoking compartment of thn Montreal express the other day two British tourists were talking with a New York traveling man about their impressions of Canada, from which country they were returning evidently after a long journey over it. "Yes," one of them was saying, "Canada is a delightful place. The country is won derful, the people are charming and hospitable to a degree, the clubs are .ripping, and the Niagara Falls are all my fanoy painted them to be. And when I get home I mean to tell every one I know that they must really come out and see it all. But, (f you will al low me to make one criticism, I must say there is one thing lacking. They liaven't a good bit of cheese in the whole blooming place."—London Tit Bits. A Discriminating Coiv. The young woman who was boarding at the farmhouse expressed to the farmer her anxiety at the savage way in which the now regarded her. "It must, he on account of that red waist you've got on, miss," answered the former. "Dear me!" exclaimed the girl, "of course it's out of fashion, but I had no idea a country cow would notice it."—* Chicago Daily News. STAFF AND LINE. One Does the "Honackceplng" of the Army and Other Does the Fighting. This is an age of specialists, it is often remarked, and all modern ten dencies are toward specialization. So largely true is this that the important change in the organization of the army, embodied in the recently insti tuted "general staff system," may be regarded as an interesting exception, says Youth's Companion. Officers of the quartermaster's, sub sistence, medical, pay, ordnance and other departments which have to do with the "housekeeping" and equip ping af the army are known as "the staff," while those who, as attached to definite commands, would in time of war see fighting service in the field are known as "the line." Army officers in the past usually made their career in the branch of the service in which they entered. This will necessarily continue to be the case with the surgeons, chaplains, dentists, engineers, veterinarians, signal officers and most of the paymasters. But for several of the other staff departments officers will be detailed for a four years' term, after which they must re turn, for a time at least, "to their col ors." It Is hoped by this system to bring about more unity of action in the military establishment, and a better welding of its various parts. It has been argued that officers after long service in a staff corps get out of touch with the real life of the army. Much of the work has been at Wash ington, where they have escaped the hardship and privation of actual war. Perhaps as a result of these conditions considerable friction has always exist ed between "the line anjd the staff." The new plan is essentially like that which Von Moltke worked out for the German army. Since the new law went into operation we have had no "gen eral commanding the army," but in stead a chief of the staff, whose duty it is to act as the immediate adviser of the secretary of war. In time of hos tilities, however, the president, who is by the constitution commander in chief of the army, might place the whole force under a single commander, if it was found necessary. THE HARE AFRAID OF HIS EARS. Find A Man. The Lion, Seing once badly hurt by the horns of a Goat, went into a great rage, and swore that every animal with horns should be ban ished from his kingdom. Goats, Bulls, Rams, Deer and every living thing with horns, had quickly to be off on pain of death. A Hare, seeing from his shadow how long his ears were, was in great fear lest they should be taken for horns. "Goodby, my friend," said he to a Cricket, who for many a long summer evening had chirped to him where he lay dozing: "I must be of? from here. My ears are too much like horns to allow me to be comfortable." "Horns." exclaimed the Cricket, "do you take me for a fool? You no more have horns than I have." "Say what you please," replied the Hare, "were my ears only half as long as they are, they would be quite long enough for any one to lay hold of who wished to make them out to be horns." In Place of the Atom. If we must discard the atom what ard we to accept in its place? Two new conceptions have been found necessary —the "ion" as the unit of matter the "electron" as the unit of force. The new chemistry holds that matter and force are different manifestations of the same thing. Inertia is the character istic indeed, the indispensable, property of both matter and electricity. What would be simpler than to assume that the ultimate particles of each are one and the same? Prof. Fleming has declared that "we can no more have anything which can be called electricity apart from corpuscles than we can have mo mentum apart from matter." Not a Modern Contrivance. There are in the British museum wigs that were worn by women of ancient Egypt.. One may see representations of wigs in Assyrian sculpture. Medes and Persians, Greeks and Romans wore them. They aroused the denunciation or Lho early fathers of the church. St. Bernard said: "The woman who wears a wig commits a mortal sin." When the executioner lifted the head of Mary Queen of Scots by the hair to show to the spectators It fell from his hands owing I to the hair being false., l'crhnpM lie Wnn, "Who was that young man hugging you last night?" asked the girl in the new fall hat. "Uh, he is a book agent," responded her chum. "Looiiea to me more like a press tjcent."—Chi capo Dally News. AN ARCTIC CAMPER'S TALE. Experience in the Frozen North That Calls for Hardiness and Pres ence of Slind. I awoke one morning almost suffo cated, writes Andrew J. Stone, in his article in Scribner's on "Camp Life in Artie America," The Tent had blown down on top of us and the snow was drifting' hard upon top of that and a storm was raging with a fury beyond description. Arousing my companions we managed, with difficulty, to get out of our bags and from beneath the heavy mass of snow and canvas. We always slept in our deerskin suits, and this was very fortunate, for we only had tb slip on our big bur mittens, which we kept inside our sleeping bags to keep from freezing, and We were ready for the worst. The wind struck us with a force that made it difficult for us to stand, the atmosphere was so full of flying snow that we could scarcely see, and the roar of the storm was so great that we could not hear each other speak. The sound of it was exactly that of the wind and water during a heavy storm at sea. The only sign I could find of my sled dogs would be when I would stumble over a mound of snow and discover there was a dog inside of it. At such a time a practical knowledge of how to do things saves many a life. The snow of these regions is always hard, packed by the winds, and we set to work with axes cutting- and carrying huge blocks of it and building walls with them around our camp. For three hours we worked with all our might, building heavy Walls on three sides until they were almost as high as our heads. Then we clcaned the snow off the top of the tent and once more erected that and made it fast. Then we dragged out our bedding and deerskin rug and shook the snow out of them and re arranged the camp inside. Luckily we had prepared a lot of wood the evening before, and the stove was soon again in place and a fire going. The one great break in the monotony of the whole year along the Arctic coast is the coming of the birds in the spring—the nature of it is almost vio lent. The last of May they begin to arrive. The notes of the first few com ers are musical, and buoy one with a feeling of messages from home and friends. But the stream of birds rapid ly grows, and the few first joyous notes merge into a ceaseless, hideous, dis tracting din, that robs one of his rest, and for a few days becomes unbearable, bwans, cranes, geese, brant, ducks, gulls and terns swoop down upon the coast by thousands. The old birds are delighted at the sight of the olu family nesting ground and the young ones at reaching once more their birthplace, and the thousands of them are all talking and screaming at the same time. The contrast of the now endless days of sunshine and abundant and animated life, with that of the still Arctic night, is very great. In a few days, however, each happy family has settled down in its own lit* tie home, and quietude reigns supreme through the short summer, and then again sets in the long solitudinoua night. Many interesting things may bo learned of the birds that annually visit the Arctic coast for the purpose of bringing up their families of their reasons for going there, and of the in telligence displayed by them in many ways. They have not the enemies they have farther south. The fox is very nearly their only foe. and they find so many ways of avoiding it, that it would surely go very hungry were it depend ent on birds for food. Little islands in lakes and streams that are f^ee from foxes become great nesting places, and the birds swarm to them un-, II, on many of them, every available spaoa suitable for nesting is preemptied. iu.* DELIGHT IN BLOODSHED, 1..... .. .it®!', Turkish Mercenaries Without Pay Take Great Pleasure in Mur-, derins Christians. 4-^ When with periodical regularity tha Ottoman government is shaken up, and the same old "eastern question" con fronts the nations with its possibilities for the most widespreading disaster, the question invariably asked by the read ers of the reports is: "What is the un derlying cause?" In broad terms it may be said to be the weakness of the central government, but the elements of this weakness are to be found in the various turbulent factors which go to make up the body politic, states the Brooklyn Eagle. The personnel of these mischievous elements includes the Circassians and Kurds of Asia Minor, the Bedoins of Syria, the Albanians of European Tur key, all wild-eyed, lawless and terroriz ing yet not to be compared in corruption and virulent malignity with the most dis turbing element of all, the sleek, smooth, rotund Turkish officials who have a fin ger in every political pie and a grasping hand in every pocket that is to be rifled. The bashi-bazoults, or irregular sol diery, get no pay from the government except rations and transportation, but are expected to make their own living by guerrilla warfare. They are almost always in connivance with the higher of ficials, who remain discreetly blind to their misdeeds as long as their own hands are filled with backsheesh. Their presence is invariably the sign of blood shed. They scent the scene of carnage from afar, and no place is too distant, no atrocity too great for them to attempt. In all the great massacres their serv ices*have been utilized, like that of the Greeks at Scio in 1S22, in Syria in 1861, Bulgaria in 1876 and in the more recent Armenian massacres. When the doom of the fair city of Harput was pronounced by a secred irade from the palace, from every direction swarmed the bashi-ba zouks, eager to be in at the death. They brought with them all the necessaries for the work of destruction, even to the kerosene which they poured upon the woodwork to accelerate the work of the torch. Then schools and churches, the work of patient toil on the part of the American missionaries and native Christians, were consumed in a day, and darkness fell upon a city desolate and in ashes. To-day these same thugs and murder ers have been transported to Macedonia, as the probable scene of the'next great massacre. When from time to time their atrocities become so flagrant that the European ambassadors feel called upon to protest the sultan virtuously disclaims all responsibility for the law lessness of a "mob" over which, alas, he "has no control." Like each of the vari ous clans of the Kurds, the bashi-bazouk can easily be distinguished by his cos tume. His shoes, or "yem»nys" (mean ing leather) are red or black. His golf like stockings, which leave the knee ex posed, are elaborately embroidered in black, his short Turkish trousers are of homespun, while about his waist is a short sash of wool or silk, surmounted by a leather belt in rich colors ^nd em bossed in red. This is divided into three or four sections in which he keeps his revolver, his chibouk, or pipe, and his yataghan, always kept sharp. The bashi-bazouks never carry daggers as the Circassians do. A cartridge box hangs from the side, as also a small sil ver snuff box. They wear two jackets, the under one with short sleeves and the outside one with long. At the elbow in an opening in which thoy carry in a leather bag written quotations from the koran as a talisman to protect them from the bullets of the adversary. About the neck is a chain of silver coins from which is suspended a powder box. The head is close shaven except for a tuft of hair left on top, so that if anything hap pens to them on the battlefield the angel will have no trouble in catching hold of their hair to snatch them up to Para dise. Only the aged are allowed to wear beards. The fez is a stiff, high Turkish affair, burdened with an abnormally heavy tassel. Historical Note. Adelaide enjoys the distinction of be the oldest municipality in Austrialia, It was named after the queen of William IV., in whose reign it was founded, and its principal thoroughfare bears the name of King William street. Its oldest newspaper, the South Australian Regis ter, was first published in London as the organ of the South Australian associa tion, the body under whose auspices the pioneer settlers and founders of Adelaide were dispatched from England. The pioneer colonists were in sore straits, when valuable copper mines were luck ily discovered near Adelaide. The late Sir George Grey, who was appointed its governor at the early age of 29, material ly helped to pull the place out of the slough of despond and rescued the in fant settlement from imminent bank ruptcy. Peccary Hunting. Peccary hunting is usually both dan gerous and fatiguing. About ten or 12 dogs are set upon the trial of a drove, the huntsmen following as best they may on foot. When the dogs come up with the peccariesthe little animals turn to bay in a closely packed, squealing crowd. Often the veteran boars of Jl) herd rush out upon their canine enemies and it is seldom that a hunt passes with out one or more dogs being Killed or bad ly injured. Careless and in experienced huntsmen are also liable to oe batfly mauled, for the psccaries seems incap. able of fear and rush madly at any mov ing object, be it dog or man. I'niiKtiHl !eiuel. We came upon the inventor who was interested in sky navigation. "Hello, old man," we greeted, "aro you still working on that airship?" "No," he sighed, limping away on his crutches. "I dropped out of it."— Chicago Daily News.