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Frostburg Mining Journal.
J. B. ODER & BUG.,
ELEVENTH YEAR.--NUMBER 5. FROSTBURG, ALLEGANY COUNTY, MARYLAND, SATURDAY, OCTOBER I>, 1881.
Miscellaneous Advertisement*.
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jTruhl, mTd7,
FROSTBURG, MIX,
HAS confined his practice entirely to
the treatment and cure of CON
SUMPTION aud all diseases of the Respi
ratory system, and will positively attend
to no other cases.
Office hours, daily from 0 to 11 a. m.
(Sundays excepted.)
No books kept and cash required for
medicine. Cases treated by correspon
dence.
Office at McNeill’s Drug Store.
Aug 0-tf
Notice to Stockholders.
THE stockholders of tho Thomas*
Mining Company (late With
ers Mining Company) are hereby notified
to return their certificates of stock to the
Secretary without delay, and receive new
certificates in accordance with tho change
oi name of said company ns made by the
Act of 1880, chapter 378 of the General
Assembly of Maryland.
JOSEPH B. THOMAS,
President.
Wm. H. Evans, Secretary.
May 21-tf
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There’s jrooin enough for two;
Keep in your mind tbirt Pvo ft right
To live as well as you.
You’re rich and strong, I poor and wook;
But think yon 1 presume,
Whon only this poor boon I ask—
A little elbow room?
Tie such an you, the rich aud strong;
If you liad but tho will,
Could give the weak a lift along,
And help him up tho lull.
But no—you Jostle, crowd and drivo.
You storm, you fret and fume;
Are you the only man alivo
In want of elbow room?
But thus it is on life's rough path,
Self seems tho god of all;
Tho strong will crush tho weak to death;
Tho hig devour tho Hiuall.
Far better to boa riel; nun's hound—
A valet, serf or groom,
Than struggle with the mass around.
When we’ve no elbow l oom.
Up heart 1 my hoy, don't mind tho ahocks;
Up heart, aud pa.-!* along!
Your Hkin will soon grow tough with knock?,
Your lisuby with labor ntroug.
And there’s a hand unseen to aid,
A star to light the gloom—
Up heart, my hoy ! nor ho afraid,
Strike out for elbow room. -
And when you see amid the throng
A follow-toiler slip,
Just give him, an you pass along,
A brave and kindly grip.
Let noble deeds, though poor you be,
Your path hi life illume,
And with true Chfistian charity
Give othora elbow room.
In struggling on with might and main,
Au altered, bettor man,
Grow wise with many a by-gono pain,
And many a broken plan—
Though bruised by many a luckless fal .
And blinded by tho gloom,
I’ll up and soon redeem it all-
But give mo elbow room.
JMert Jtfinj.
PHILIP’S PRIDE.
“You don’t seem very glad of my good
fortune, Philip,” said pretty Rose Bill
ion, in a disappointed tone, and with
lomething like a pont of vexation on
her rosy lips. “ When first tho news
Same to me that Unolo George, whom
t had never even seen, had died and
ioft me $20,000, it j_was you of
vhom I thought first of all. For--said
tto myself—* poverty will no longer
loparato us !’ Surely you know”—she
same closer to her lover’s side, and
flipped a fair little hand into his—
•surely you know that what is mine is
fours, Phil!”
Philip Severn looked down at the
lovely pleading face, and softly caressed
her bright hair.
“ That cannot bo, my darling,” said
he, with a bitter sigh. “ A penniless,
straggling artist—who scarcely earns
bread and butter yet—is no match for
you—loss now, now that you have this
money, than before. We still must wail
until fortune smiles on me, dear; until
lam aide to provide a home for my
wife.” Then, noting the tears that
sprang to the lender oyes, and how the
bright smile died. “ Don’t, discourage
mo, my darling; dot I not long to claim
you? Is not my life a hard nad a lonely
one 7 Don’t I long lo gather my lovely
Bose, aud wear her in my heuVt forever,
to sweeten and brighten life? But 1
should feel likn a dependent on my wife.
It would wound my pride; destroy my
self-respect—we should not be happy,
dear, believe mo. It is but for a little
while, my darling," ho added, tenderly.
“The picture on which I have bnill
such hopes is almost finished, and it will
—it must bring mo wealth and fame.
We will not wait for tho wealth, dear;
only let me see my way to success as
sured, and I will come and claim youi
promise to bo my precious wife.”
In this hope they parted. The Acad
emy would open in a few weeks, Philip
told Rose, and he worked night and
day to complete tho picture which was
to be for him tho first step toward suc
cess. If it hail depended on his exer
tions alono that success would have
been assured, for tho merit of the paint
ing was indisputable; but alas, othei
people had much to do with it—the
committee that decided how the picture
should bo hung had the power to eithei
make or mar his fortunes, and they
marred them I
He walked through tho rooms, look
ing around eagerly, anxiously, and for a
while vainly, too. Sorely, he thought,
with sickeuing disappointment and
it I;w bnu i ; heart, surely there had
been some strange mistake, and hie
painting was not there. Ah I yes—there
it was I With difficulty ho suppressed
a cry of rage and anguish—there it was ;
hung up on high, in an ont-of-tho-way
comer, and in the worst possible light,
where no one would give it any special
notice, and ho himself had hardly been
able to find it at all; he turned away,
heart-sick and despairing; his efforts
, had been nullified, his hopes were
blasted, his future rained; ho went
home—if his poor garret could deserve
the name—and, half crazed with disap
pointment, wioto to Rose:
AJSf INDEPENDENT PAPER.
“ I have failed. 1 refuse to bind yon
to a life which can lie nothing now but
poor and miserable. Failure and pov
ertyjareUiad enough for myself; I will
not drag you down to them. Farewell,
my love, and forget one who never will
forget you—either in life or death.
“Philip."
He thought that 'death was ’on him
while he wrote. Privation—for he was
very poor— hard work, suspense, excite
ment, disappointment, hod done their
work. As ho sealed tho letter it fell
from his fingers to the floor, and his
aching head dropped heavily on tho
table—ho had tainted.
** # •
Next morning a ccrtain.pioture dealer
on Broadway received a visit from a
lady. Hho asked him had he been at
the exhilrition of tho night before, and
had ho noticed a certain picture. Tho
dealer confessed that he had not soon it.
“lam not surprised at that,” said tho
lady, calmly, “ for they have hung it as
if to prevent its being seen. It is beau
tiful, however, aud I desire to purchase
it.”
She banded him a cheek for a thou
sand dollars.
“Will you transact the business with
the artist for me without suffering my
name to appear? And I wish more than
this. 1 want you to do what tho exhib
itors have not done—bring this artist’s
merit before the public properly—ex
hibit my picture in your own rooms and
windows, and make it known. Money
is no object, Mr. Brown—if you will
only buy tho picture, for me and make
it famons (if you find it worthy) after
ward
The matter was speedily arranged.
Mr. Brown agreed to do all that was
required of him. He saw tho picture
and pronounced it—in spite of tho dis
advantages of its position—“ admi
rable.”
“.I’ll call upon tho artist this after
noon,” said he; and so he did.
“ Mr. Severn was ill,” the frowsy
servant girl who admitted him informed
him; “and if you’re any friend of his,
missus ’ill be glad,” she added, “ for
something’s got to bo done; he’s quite
out of his head; a moaning aud a call
ing for 1 Rose ’ — whoever she is—and
there ain’t nobody to wait upon him
here, poor soui, and missus talks of
sending him to the hospital. If you
know anything about who ‘Rose’ is,
you’d bettor send her to him.”
Mr. Browu made his way upstairs to
tho sick man’s room. Philip lay, as tho
girl had described, delirous, and tossing
in fever. Mr. Brown took in all tho
miserable poverty of tho room, and in a
glance read the artist’s sorrowful story
—he was a kind-hearted man, and it
touched him.
“Ho lias gone through a long and
bitter struggle here,” he mused, “and
the way thov hung bis picture has given
him a finishing blow. Poor fellow I
So gifted too; it’s a shame; and now,
when fortune begins to smile on him,
he’s too ill to know it. Has ho no
friends, I wonder? And who is ‘ Rose?’
1 His handsome young patroness might
find that out, if I toll her his position—
she seoms to bo eccentric and rich.”
Jnst then his eyes fell on a letter on the
floor and lie picked it up. “To Miss
Bose Ellison,” he muttered, reading
the address. “By Jove, tho very name!"
Ho glanced at the restless figure on tho
bed, and a light of sadden comprehen
sion flashed into his shrewd eyes. “I
fancy I've stumbled upon a very pretty
little romance here," thought bo; “ I’ll
deliver this letter to her myself!”
Two hours later poor Philip had been
removed from his garret to a large and
comfortable room, and Rose was in at
tendance by Ids side. For weeks she
nursed him, as he hovered between life
and death, until one day he slowly
opened his sunken eyes and fixed them,
with the light of reason in them once
more, upon her face. “ Rose !" he said,
oh, so faintly. “Rose—my darling I’
and Rose fell down upon her knees and
thanked God, for she knew that her
lover was restored to her.
“ Your picture is sold,” she whispered
to him, softly. “Mr. Brown, the
dealer, bought it, and it is to go upon
exhibition in his gallery as soon as the
academy closes. And he has called at
tention to it, dearest; and the papers
have mentioned it with favor; and he
has recommended you among his cus
tomers, and has orders for you, as soon
as you are well enough to work again;
and, oh, Philip, you will be a great
artist after all, and you must unsay
those cruel words in your letter. Not
' share your life with mo I Why, to
whom but to me does your life belong ?
I The doctor says that my care has saved
1 it. So many terrible, anxious weeks I
1 have nursed you, and will you refuse to
I marry mo after all ?” She nestled close
1 to Ids side, laughing and crying at once
for love and joy. “Please say once
1 more that I shall bo your wife, my dar-
I ling!"
1 Ah, how willingly he said it 1 “You
i are coaxing me to my 'owp happiness
1 more than yours, my beloved,” ho said,
i faintly. “ But if this bo so—if there is
1 work for me to do, so that I shall not
i come to my wife a pauper—dear little
■ faithful love of mine, lot us be married
at ouco!”
Ami so they wore, ou the very next
flay, and Mr. Brown gave the bride
Hway. Ho also handed thojartiat one
thousand dollars,
“The price of your picture,” satd he,
quietly; “and mark my words, it went
too cheap; it will be worth twice that
some day.”
Philip turned and gave the money to
his bride.
“Our purse is in common hence
forth,” said he. “As for my picture—
God bless tho purchaser, and that is
yourself, is it not ? Or if you only pur
chased for another party, may I not
know my benefactor’s name? for, in
deed, he was to mo a benefactor."
But Mr. Brown only laughed, and
turned to Rose.
“ Shall we tell him his patron’s
name V said ho, roguishly.
She came suddenly and knelt by
Philip’s side, and twined her arms
around his nock.
“Philip, my husband,” rhe said,
humbly, “ forgive mo that I was the
purchaser I Mr. Brown says the picture
will be worth much more some day, and
even now he offers to buy it from mo,
but I cannot part with it I I cannot
boar that a stranger should have it,
dearest I You will paint others—let
them be sold, but, love, let me keep
this!”
Philip lay very still a little while, and
then he turned and clasped and (kissed
her.
“ I understand,” he said, softly. " My
wife, your love has conquered my pride;
henceforth we will work hand in hand
together!” Then he turned half timidly
to Mr. Brown. “Toll me the honest
truth,” said ho. “Would any ono but
my wife have bought that picture?”
“Notas it was hung,”said tho dealer,
frankly. “It couldn’t be seen, much
less bought. Bat I’ll And you pur
chasers now*, if you choose, or take it at
my own risk to-morrow I Here are
orders for two such paintings. You
wanted, my dear sir, what many an
artist has wanted before yon—some one
to find you out. Hero,” pointing to
Rose, “ here is your discoverer I God
give good luck to both of you 1”
They had gooil luck, and much hap
piness. Tho artist is rich to-day, and
the famous “ first picture ” tluvt called
tho world’s attention to ids genius hangs
—in the best of ail possible positions 1
and lights-- in his fair wife’s drawing- ,
room.
It is [worth a great deal more than a
thousand dollars now, and Rose herself
would not take all the. money in tho j
world for it. Sitting with her children
around her, she tolls them its history
sometimes—the history of tho days of
poverty which they have no knowledge i
of, of their father’s struggle and despair |
—of her own loving stratagem, and
how, by love, she conquered Philip’s
pride.
|pglkwj.
Ancient and Modern Proposals.
NEW STYLE.
Her eyes shone a beautiful, joyous
light when ho leaned forward and said:
“ Julia, I have something confidential
to tell yon.”
“ What is it, Augustus ?” sho asked,
in a low, silvery voice—a kind of Ger
man silvery voice.
“ Well, Julia, to bo frank with you, I
think,” —and then ho seemed to bo
thinking. “I think,” ho said, “that
under some circumstances I might love
you. Now, do you love me T”
“ Yes, Augustus, I do lovo you—you
know I doand she flung hor alabaster
inns around his neck.
“I am very, glad, Julia,” ho said,
“ for I like to be loved.”
“Well, Augustus?”
But Augustus never laid another
word. Fashionable follows never say
moie than that nowadays.
They were never married.
OLD STYLE.
“May 1 call you Paula?” he asked
modestly.
“ Yes,” sho said, faintly.
“ Dear Paula! may I call you that?”
“ I suppose so."
“ Do you know I love you ?’
“ Yes.”
“ And shall I love you always?”
“ If you wish to."
“ And will yon lovo mo ?”
Paula did not reply.
“ Will you, Paula?” he repeated.
“ Yon may love me,” she said again,
“ But don’t you love me in return ?'
“ I love you to love me.”
“ Won’t you say anything more ex
plicit ?”
“ I would rather not,"
They were married and happy within
tbnee months.
Mokal.—Girls, never tell a fellow
that you love him till he has asked you
to bo his wife. —New York Sun.
A Winfield (Kansas) brewer writes ;
I have invested over 810,000 in my
brewery, and I do not believe I coidd
get 8500 for it now, on account of the
prohibition law. I have 810,000 worth
of beer in my vaults, and am not al
lowed to sell a drop. My barley and
malt cost mo ninety-five cents a bushel,
but 1 cannot get fifty cents for it now.
You have no idea how our people are
upset by tho now law.
OB THE FARM AND HOME.
Death lotbr Wecdn.
Don’t give the weeds a chance, but
"kill,burn and destroy” at sight. If they
once got tho start of the crops they will
multiply and increase more rapidly
than compound interest or a mortgage.
The only way is to destroy thorn as soon
as they make their appearance. That
is tho surest method, and in fact no
contrivance can possibly effectually de
stroy them. By pursuing this course the
crops will be free from them. It is un
necessary to say that the loss every
year from weeds is simply enormous.
Every farmer knows that, and if that
was all it would not he so bad, but they
Jraw the virtue and impoverish the soil,
and when once hi the ground it ia al
most impossible to get rid of them.
Farm and ii anion Noiem.
It is advantageous to turn sheep into
orchards in summer and allow them to
run there until tho apples begin to
ripen.
Thyme will grow almost anywhere,
but it prefers a dry, poor soil. If the
ground is rich, the plant will grow too
luxuriant and lose its aromatic qualities.
Grain for eggs and soft foods for flesh
is the conclusion in respect to profitable
poultry keeping reached by Mr. L,
Wright, tho well-known English au
thority. “ Every country,” ho says, in
the London Lire Stock Journal, “which
gives groat attention to poultry for table
adopts soft food.”
A grapevine that ia overloaded with
fruit should bo thinned—a portion of
the bunches removed, half of them,
perhaps, or oven more. This forces
tho growth of the remainder and in
creases the size of tho fruit and tho
bunch. All badly formed and small
bunches should ho clipped off, and but
one bunch left on a bearing shoot.
With regard to tho gait of farm
horses the 1 Vfstern Agriculturist re
marks that the walking gait is of all
gaits the one to he encouraged. A
horse can walk five miles an hour, and
has done it. Such a horse is worth
more than Maud S., St. Juliou and Bon
ner’s team ail put together; ho would
probably walk to San Francisco quicker
than either of them could trot there.
| An acre of good pasturage will, says a
farm writer, afford sustenance for from
' five to eight sheep, keeping them in
, good condition. But on account of
1 herbage taken and tho closer feeding of
tho sheep it is believed that three acres
of good pasturage will maintain one
! cow, and, in addition, five or six sheep’
| Tho sheep would choose plants the cow
would reject, and food closer upon May
weeds and grasses not eaten by the
i sow.
Farm and (harden Nairn.
Mlik should always bo cooled before
being sent to the creamery or carried
away for sale.
Black teeth in pigs do not cause dis
ease, but are a symptom of disease.
This distinction is very important.
Manure from grain-fed horses, free
from straw, nnexposed to weather, will
weigh about 1,500 pounds per cord.
Bono dust makes a good dressing for
lawns. Put on plenty of it. Stable
manure is often an eyesore unless very
fine.
Hens may lose their feathers in sum
mer without having any disease. It is
better to loso them theu than late in
the full or early winter.
Always Iqivo a place whore chickens
can bo sheltered from storms and kept
comfortable. It is the lack of this that
kills so many chickens.
Decayed grain of any kind is highly
injurious to stock. It has a paralyzing
effect upon the animals fed with it,
oftentimes causing death.
Plum trees planted in the poultry
runs will bo kept free from the ravages
of the curculio and will also afford the
shade so necessary to fowls.
Bonos kept damp in a box with ashes
tor months, not wet enough to leach,
will gradually crumble and form a com
pound more valuable than guano.
It is said that kerosene oil slightly
sprinkled on tho floor of the horse
stables will serve to abate the nuisance
of flies. It may be shaken out of a bot
tle through a hole in the cork. A
pint will last a week for tho purpose.
Tho better care trees get in early life
the less care they need afterward. The
injury theu from cuts and amputations
is smaller also then than later on.
Prune early;
Whittier’s First Poem.
The possession of the MS. of the
first poem Mr. Whittier over published,
loads the Portland Tratiscript to recall
the young poet’s sensations when he
first saw bis production in print. He
whs working ono day with his uncle in
repairing a stone fence by tho highway,
when the postman in passing tossed to
him a copy of the journal to which
many weeks before ho had sent his
poem. Tremblingly young Whittier
opened tho paper to find tho verses ul
tiio top of the first column. He was sc
delighted and bpwihleiod that ho stood
looking at it a long time, and is sure h
did not read a word. At length hi(
inolo called him back to his senses by
bidding him keep at work.
The Strange Lift of the Kingof Bavaria.
Writing of the strange life led by
King Louis of Bavaria, a French paper
says: King Louis lives sad and soli
tary in his beautiful palaces, in his
Gothic castles, whose interior is trans
formed into wonderful rooms of the
eighteenth century. Ho has had sent
from Paris photographs of the most
beautiful rooms of the time of Louis
XV. to have them copied nt his own
palaces.
It is astonishing that ho is not mar
ried. Perhaps ho does not wish to
leave to children his sad heritage, a
crown of which ho is in nowise the
master. Ho reads with avidity the his
torians who write of the grandeur of
Bavaria in the middle ages. It may
bo that he has even written a mono
graph on the valiant Charles Albert,
crowned Kmperor of Germany in 1742,
the legitimate sovereign of the empire,
sustained by France and conquered by
Maria Theresa. On the eve of Sadowa,
Maximilian died leaving the throne to
Louis 11., obliged to submit to the law
of the Gorman conqueror. What he
deplores, thin young king, is the de
pendence of his country with his in
ability to recover it.
There are no feasts in his castles but
a great deal of music, a music to which
lie listens religiously behind the hang
ings which bide him from all eyes.
They say that at the representations of
Wagner’s operas ho wished first to ex
tinguish all the lights so os to show the
scone in greater radiance.
The king loves the country but de
tests the day in his apartments. Wher
ever ho lives ho has the shutters closed
and the candelabra lighted at midday.
Ho always dines alone, sumptuously
and absent-mindedly, a book beside
him in which he becomes so absorbed
that ho forgets to eat and they take
away the dishes without his having
touched them. These singular repasts
often last for three or four hours. His
life is silence, solitude, night, study
and dreaming.
The king is but thirty-five, tall and
well formed, the blonde head having
much nobleness and charm about it.
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Bituminous Coal.— Clearfield suf
fers from a lack of transportation
facilities, and the weekly tonnage
is decreased to about thirty thousand
tons; this is about three-fifths of
what the district could readily dispose
of. Output to October first, was
I, net tons, as against 1,283,401
to current period of last season.
Bituminous coals are certainly
more active than they were, as the
supply is less than the current de
mand. Prices are somewhat improved
over the'previously disorganized rates,
but there is no bcom. The companies
are taking care of their regular cus
tomers, and the transient trade find
shipments uncertain.
The output for the last weak, of
which we have complete returns, is
reduced to the extent of one day's
business-as the 26th ult., was observed
through the coal regions—and from
all appearances there is not much
reason to expect over 600,000 tons as
an average week’s work. It will need
this amount steadily to the close of
this year, to keep even with last
year’s tonnage from this time forward.
—Coal Trade Journal.
The new postal law now makes
the taking of a newspaper, and the
refusal to pay for the same, a theft,
and any person guilty of such action
is liable to criminal prosecution the
same as if he had stolen goods to the
amount of the subscription.
There are about 100,000 Shakers
in the United States, exclusive of
candidates on the eve of elections.—
J. Emory Wetherhy,
Proprietors.
WHOLE NUMBER, 526.
FROM TEE FAR WEST
Carson, Wyomino Territory, I
October 1,1881. )
To the Mining Journal :
Instead of writing a host of letters,
which 1 promised to certain friends
around Frostburg, please allow me,
terough the columns of your paper,
to satiety them in regard to this
place in the far West—Oarbon. I
know that a great many would oome
here if they had but the least en
couragement from me but they will
have to go to someone else for en
couragement as 1 advise all to stay in
Frostburg and not to think of coming
here. Some people seems to have
“run away’’ with the idea that this
place is the great Eldorado of the
west for miners, where there is no
troubles or trials and everything
straight-forward and clear sailiog;suoh
a place 1 have never heard of for, most
assuredly, did a place like that exist
I would not be the last to get there.
There are not the comforts of life
around here there are in Frostburg;
many of the working places are wet;
the work is harder than in the
Georges Greek coal region, and if the
men in your place could get full work
they would earn as much money as
we do, but if, aye, there's the rub.
If such was the case Frostburg would
bo what Mr. McDonald, M. P., said
“The coal diggers paradise of Amer
ica."
1 have seen western life before
and knew exactly what 1 was to ex
pect before I came here. This place
is not fit for any one who cannot
undergo hardships, I have always
been accustomed to sternly stare jade
fortune in the face no matter in what
shape she might appear. I passed
through this place fourteen years ago;
ot that time there was not a house
nor shanty to be seen—it was nothing
but a wild, barren, mountainous
piece of land where Ihe deer and an
telope roamed at large; Indians at
that time were constantly making
raids on the workmen on the railroad,
and now, although 1 am informed
there is no hostile Indians within a
hundred miles of this place, yet when
1 urn out hunting a few miles from
camp 1 cannot help but think of Tam
O’Shanter :
Wiles glowering around with prudent
care lest bogles catch us unawail.
This town can boast of about 800
inhabitants, one school, two stores
and four saloons. There are no
churches here consequently ministers
are not in demand. Sundays are not
respected; some of the citizens patron
ize the saloons while others goto their
work. A man made a re
mark to me the other day that "there
might be a God in the States but there
is none out here" and so its seems.
We have about twenty-five frame
houses and a number of log shanties,
dug-outs and rugged cabins of all
descriptions. Board is ss.s(Tper week
and a great many have to furnish
their own blankets and be content to
sleep on he floor. Such is life in the
far West.
Winter appears to have set in al
ready— stern and forbidding. We
bad a snow storm on the 6th of Sep
tember and while I write “surely
winter's howling blasts are battling
against our sheltering halls" where
fireside comforts, taste and gentle
love with soft amenities mingle not
into bliss as in and around Frostburg.
You will hear from me again.
James McAllister.
The lower classes. Who are they ?
The tolling millions, the laboring man
and woman, the farmer, the mechanic,
miner, and producer ? Far from it.
These are nature’s nobility. No
matter if they are high or low in
station, rich or poor in self, Conspicu
ous or humble in position, they am
surely upper circles in the order of
nature, whatever the factitious dis
tinctions of society, fashionable or
unfashionable, decree. It is not low,
it is the highest duty, privilege and
pleasure for the great man and high
souled woman to earn what they
possess, to work their own way
through life. If there be a class of
human being on earth who may be
properly denominated low, it is that
class who spend without earning, who
consume without producing, and who
dissipate on the earnings of their
fathers and relatives.
Sitting Bull is I'ortj-fonr years old,
I has two wives and seven children.