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THE FIRST GUN
AT GETTYSBURG General John Buford's Memory Now to Be Perpetuated WAS IN COMMAND THAT DAY fhe Story of the Great Battle Told Again—The Position of tbe Troops Defined—Men in Action fAn association has been formed among tbe survivors of the cavalry of the army of the Potomac for the purpose of erect ing a simple but substantial monument to Jthe memory of that distinguished general and typical American cavalry man, John Buford, and to commemorate the achievements of the troops under his command at tbe battle of Gettysburg. It ia proposed to locate this memorial on tbe spot from which tne lirst gun was fired on the union side in that momen tous struggle. Having bad command on that occasion ot the battery to which this honor fell, I shall make a brief attempt here to give my recollections of that eventful day of more than three decades ago.; In setting out on this acmpaign I suc ceeded to tne command of my battery — Horse battery A, Second artillery—the captain (Tidball) having gone to take charge of bis brigaue of uorse batteries. The event of succeeding to the control of this splendid battery intiuenceu me in declining a transfer to the ordnance de partment, a transfer that would have given a different aspect to my entire mil itary career. As this was tbe "lirst gun" battery of Gettysourg, it is pardonable lor me to se.v it was the same whose guns under that distinguished light artillery man, Duncan, had played such a promi nent part at Palo Alto and Reseca, and contributed so greatly to tbe success of those first operations in the Mexican war. After the actions of Aldie, Middleburg and (Jpperville. at which latter place we were engaged with Stewart's cavalry,sup ported by Longs;reet's corps, these con federate troops withdrew to the western aide of the Blue Ridge, and Buford's di rision, to which my battery was at tached, was beaded toward the Potomac, Which, as the advance guard of the army, It crossed June 2d, ut Edward's ferry. The same day, fording the Monocacy, near the aqueduct Dridge, we bivouacked • t Petersville, Md. On the 28th the march was through Jefferson and into the beau tiful Middletown valley, where we camped for the night. Oui route the next day lay through Boonesburo, Cavetown, fcSmithburg to Milierstown. and on the 30th through Erumetsburg, which we reached in the afternoon. On our reaching the town there was ev idence of much exeitenient'ns on that day a reconnoitering party (said to be of Hill's command) baa made its appear arnce on the edge of the town, retiring a»ain in the direction of Cashtown. On the 20th 200 lebel cavalry, the advance guard of Ewell's corps, had dashed through the quiet streets of this country town,and were soon followed by Ueneral Jubal Early, who proceeded to levy on tbe place fur shoes, clothing, provisions and whisky, but in such quantities as to be out of all proportion to the resources of the town and impossible of fulfillment. Satisfying himself that the contribution would not he forthcoming, Early proceed ed to York,to he recalleu three days later to do battle. The morning of the eventful Ht of July came bright anu hot. After breakfast I bad ordered my horse, and was prepar ing to make a hasty inspection of Gettys burg, there to make some purchases for oar mess, when an orderly from General Buford galloped up with the information that the enemy were advancing and or ders to prepare for action at once. I have yet to make niy contemplated visit to Gettysburg, ln.an incredibly short time our bivouac was broken,and tne baggage and caissons sent to the rear. Colonel Gamble, commanding tbe brigade, in structed me to select my own position, which I did, on a crest in advance of thu one we bad occupied during the night. Leveling the intervening fences,the bat tery moved forward to the position se lected. It was a good cne for artillery, with the exception that a railway cut ex isted near the right flank, which feature exercised quite an influence during the progres of the battle. After posting my battery, seeing Gener al'.Buford and staff on the Casbtown pike, near my position, I reported to him for further intruction. With him at the time was General Reynolds and staff, who. having been notified by Buford early in tbe morning ot the movements of the en emy, had hastened forward in advance of the" corps, and was now conferring with Buford as to the lay of the land and other military points of pressing interest. It was a part of (ieiieral Buford's plan to cover as large a front as possible witli my battery (his only artillery), lor purpose of deceivine the enemy as to nis strength. He therefore instructed me to post two guns on the right of the , pike, two on the left, and tbe remaining two ■till further to the left, where tbe Eighth New York cavalry was covering tiio left flank. It was just to the right ot the guns last mentioned, in a corner of the woods, that General Reynolds was killed a few minutes later. I had scarcely completed the posting of tais left section when Koder opened on the right of the pike, his left piece being the opening gun, directed against the column of the enemy beyondWillougbby's run, where our cavalry, dismounted, were stoutly resisting the advance of Hill's inlantry. The other guns now opened. This called up the artillery of the enemy, and my four guns on the right were soon hotly engaged with Be gram's and Mcintosh s battalions of ar tillery, numbering from twenty-seven to thirty guns. Seeing the battery so greatly outnumbered, I directed tbe bring to he made sluwly and deliberately, and re ported to liuford, who was in my front. The battle was now developing and the demoniac whir-r-r of the rided shot, the "ping" of the bursting shell, and the Wicked "zip" of the bullet, as it hurried by. filled the air. While riding to the guns on the left I met General Butord, accompanied by a bugler only, and calmly smoking ma pipe. He had just made an inspection of the field, and remarked : "Our men are in a pretty hot pocket, but, my boy, we ■lust hold this position until tbe infantry comes up. Then you withdraw your guns in each section by piece, till up your limber chests from the caissons and await fay orders." Just as he had finished speaking a shell bnrst so near to us that both of our horses reared with fright, but all escaped Injury. By this time the wounded were being brought to tbe rear, and tempor ary field hospitals were established in the Vicinity of the seminary. Here also were By caissons. As I.joined the left guns again there name out of the Mci'berson woods in our front a double line of battle in gray, and pot over 1000 yards distant. It was Archer's brigade, and their battle (lags looked redaer and bloodier in the strong July sun than I had ever Been them be fore. At those Hags tbe firing was di rected, and my gunners succeeded in making excellent shots, throwing tbe Jines into some confusion. In a short time Meredith's brigade of Wadsworth's division swept by on;the rim, and we knew our relief bad arrived. Overlapping Archer's front, they rushed on, and, making a partial wheel to tbe right, caught Archer as he was moving by flank to gain a tongue of woods (tne technical object of that part of the Held) and a part of tbe brigade, with its commander, were taken prisoners. Giving orders to the left section to retire by pieces and join the caissons, I rode over to the other guns to superintend their withdrawal, as tbe troops of the first corps had relieved the cavalry lino of battle, and Hall's First Maine battery had come up lo take the place of mine. As I was giving the order to Sergeant Newman, commanding the center section, a shell burst under the horses of one of the pieces, killing or disabling four out of six: but by stren uous exertions the brave old soldiers man aged to get the piece off with the remain ing team. In the meantime General Buford bad discovered that the enemy's infantry (Davis' Mississippi brigade) were util izing the unfinished railway cut as a rifle pit. and sent for one of Roder's guns to entilade it and drive them out. As the piece was being tinlimbered its chief. Corporal Robert Watrous, appreciating tbe necessity for instant action, secured a double round of canister, but as he was running with it to the gnu he was shot down. Private Slattery, tbe No. 2, with commendaPle presence of mind, snatched the ammunition from the hands of his fallen comrade and got it into the gun just as the enemy were rushing to capture it. Some of them were so close that when the piece was hred they were literally blown away from the muzzle. It was at this time tbe Sixth Wiscon sin, changing front and assisted by the Fourteenth (Brooklyn) and Ninety-fifth New York, charged tbe railway cut and captured a part of Davis' Mississippi brigade, with the colors of the Second Mississippi. We had had a hot, exhausting day of it, fighting lirst with the cavalry and then witli the infantry; and after it was all over most of my men dropped fiorn litter weariness and "some of them were soon asleep. As they lay around tho guns, resting and waiting instructions about camping. General Butord rode up and reined in long enough to say, address ing himself to tbe rank and lile: "Men, you'have done splendidly. I never saw a Lattery served so well in my life." This recognition of their services by their general was ample compensation to thtse brave men for the hardships of the day, and nerved them for the hardships which the morrow's sun would surely bring. But we were to have a respite. Early on the morning of the 2d tne battery was in position just to the east of the Em mettsburg road. Before opening, how ever, it was withdrawn to accompany the division to Westminster, whither it was sent to guard our communications, as well as to supply itself with forage, rations and ammunition, from which it hail been separated many days. In view of subsequent events, is it too much to claim for General John Buford that he saved for us the strong position of Cemetery Ridge by his bulldog tenac ity in clinging to the line of Willoughby's Run until the arrival of the infantry? Is it teo much to say that the presence ot Horse Battery A, Second artillery, with its guns strung out over one-third of a mile, suggested to A. P. Hill the ex istence of an unknown quantity in his front, causing him to halt, deploy and advance with caution? Ail this gained time, precious time, for tho arrival of tbo First corps, who accomplished all that brave men could to stem the advance of overwhelming numuers. Of the many monuments gracing the historic held of Gettysburg, none will commemorate a more deserving character than General John Buford, and no more lifting position can oe ciiosen for it than the spot from which the lirst gun was hred in this his most masterly achieve ment. —New York Herald. QOSSIP ABOUT JOHN W. FOSTER, WHOM THE CHINESE TREATED SO WELL John W. Foster is now the most talked about man in Washington. He is looked upon as the most successful diplomatist this country has produced in genera tions. The rule is that when an Amer ican is attracted to the Held of diplomacy he must have a fat bank account behind him ami a willingness to part with a good many of his hard earned dollars for ihe gory of wearing a title. Mr Foster, on the other hand, has made diplomacy pay. He bas grown rich in the profes sion. For ten or twelve years he has en joyed an income estimated as averaging $30,000 a year, and now his success as diplomatic adviser to the Chinese peace commission has brought him a small fortune. Some wild estimates have neen made as to the amount of Mr. Foster's honorarium from tbe Chinese govern ment. Figures as high as $25C,000 have been named, but I have trustworthy in formation that the actual sum is consid erably within * 100,000. Probably it is $50,00"0 or $60,000 in gold, but in audition to this Mr. Foster wiil receive valuable presents and a decoration from the em peror. I asked Mr. Foster if he would not satisfy a natural public curiosity con cerning the reward for his services, and he replied: "It is not necessary tbe pub lic should know whether I received $.5,000, $50,000 or $100,000. Reports of such tilings are always greatly exagger ated. It is enough for me to say that tbe Chinese government treated me with great liberality." The first meeting between Mr. Foster and Li Hung Chang, more than a year ago, was rather interesting. Mr. Foster was in China as a traveler. Being an Am erican ex-secretary of state, the viceroy, who is also lirst secretary of state, felt it his duty to pay a ceremonial call. He came in great state, riding a gorgeous yellow sedan chair with a coitege nearly a mile long after him. He asked Mr. Fotser.how obi he was.what education he had, what official posts he had held and if he was rich. Mr. Foster explained that lie was considered a rather poor man in America, whereupon Li Hung Chang ex pressed great astonishment. "You have held many offices?' "Yes, quite a number.' "And you are not lich?" "No." "You have a queer country," replied the viceroy, "I cannot understand you." After the viceioy had paid bis respects to Mr. Foster, the latter, as was natural with an American, thought ot his wife and the ladies of his party. Ono of the interpreters was asked if he thought Li would consent to meet Mrs. Foster. "No, no.that will not do," replied tho official. "The viceroy never receives ladies." "Well, we will try it, anyway," said Mr. Foster. When the viceroy was asked if h<s would meet the ladies he cheerfully consented, and asked all three of them to be his guests at a banquet which he was to give in Mr. Foster's honor. This was tne lirst time ladles had ever sat at the viceroy's table, and all China marveled. It was a wonderful dinner. There were twelve courses of Chinese disbes and twelve of European dishes. The decora tions were gorgeous. A band played Yan kee Doodle. Li sat on a dais, and his giant frame towered over everything and everybody. Ho ate with silver-mounted chopsticks. A servant stood on either side of him,and now and then one would hold a wine glass to Li's lips. Frequent ly one of the servants would wipe his master's face with a wet towel, while the other would put a lighted pipe to his mouth, holding it there while China's greatest statesman took two or throe whiffs, and then withdraw. • Mrs. Foster was a littls nervous about this dinner. She did not mind wearing'a high-necked dress, or being told that de collete .would he objectionable to the viceroy and nis high official guests, but she how she was to be taken into the banquet room. Some time be fore, it seems, Li Hung Chang had been the guest of honor at a dinner given by the Russian ambassador, and being aiked to take the ambassador's wife to tbe dining- o comply with a liter lished all IiOS AIsTKEIiES HEKAITD: tbe guests. The viceroy is a giant in stature, and the ambassador's wife being a small woman, he hail no difficulty in picking her up bodily and eorrying her lo the table. Mrs. Foster did not yearn for such honor, and called, upon her hus band's diplomacy to arrange that she should be escorted in a less vigorous manne. Mr. Foster's tact was equal to tbe occasion, and when the doors were throwjonen, Li Hung Chang led the way and Mrs. Potter followed him. The Chinese government could well afford to give Mr. Foster a most liberal reward for his services. He saved them many millions. During tlio peace nego tiations Japan had proposed to occupy Wei Hai Wei as security for the payment of the indemnity, and that China should defray all the expenses of the occupation. Mr. Foster's business eye at once detected the peculiarity of this arrangement. He pointed out to I.i Hung Chang that under it the Japanese could occupy Wei Hai Wei with their entire army if they wished, and saddle the whole expense upon China. Li Hung Chang had not thought of this, but be saw the point quicly enough. At Mr. Foster's sugges tion that the Japanese specify the num ber of troops, or still oetter, the exact sum which China was to he called upon to pay for their maintenance, and in the treaty as finally adopted China agrees to psy 500,000 tuels per year for the support of troops, not to exceed one brigade, a saving of 1,500.000 taels per year over the sum lirst proposed, or about SS.OiXV'.OO during the period of seven years in which the indemnity is to be paid. WALTER WELLMAN. ANOTHER TRAMP DODGE Mrs. Sue Herb does not believe in en couraging tramps, peddlers and other itinerants. It has ljng ben her boast that such pejple never got inside her door. But there are exceptions. One day last spring Mrs. Sue Berb answered 'a knock at ber side aoor, and her heart molto d with pity at seeing there a feeble old woman, apparently overcome with weari ness and asthma. The salutation of her strange guest was: "For the love of heaven, lady, let me come in and rest a minute. I can't go on farther at tpresent. Let me sit down and get my wind and have a drink of water' —wheeze—puff—w heeze —puff—etc. Mrs. Sue Herb's natural suspicion was unarmed, and she cheerfully gave the strange wanderer a seat in ber kitchen, brought her a drink, not ot water, but ol wine, and sat by and fanned her until tbe signs of asthma began to disappear. f Her reward was to see her visitor sud denly whip a small basket of pins and notions from beneath her shawl, and, with a cunning glitter in ber eyes, solic it patronage in a voice from which all trace of asthma had gone. Mrs. Sue Berb concluded that she bad neen sold, and she was convinced when she saw her vis itor walk up to the house of her next door neighbor and repeat the same tac tics. B The lirst of May came, and with it Mrs. Sue Berb moved from her house on Stecnth street to a bouse on Steenth ave nuo, which she could get $1 a month cheaper, and which bad, besides, the ad vantage of one more gas jet and a little cleaner paper on the kitchen wall. Yesterday there was a knock at her side door, and when she opened it who should be there but her former acquaint ance, with the same old asthma and ex haustion ami the samo pleu for a chance to come in and rest just a minute. Mrs. Sue Herb is not the kind of lisli that can bo caught twice in tbe same net. She bad no pity this time. After listening to the old woman's complaint for a minute, she broke in with : "For tho love of heaven, woman, go away—wheeze—l can't help you—puff— Give me a cbance to rest a minute in my own nouse—whee/.e—lf you knew bow ill I am you would not ask to come in" — wheeze—puff—wheeze. And tbe notions purveyor, with a crest fallen look.trotted nimbly down the steps and walked away at a rate which proved that there was more than ono cure lor ber kind of asthma.—Buffalo Express. "Aboundin' and Abuttin' " Among the real estate assessors a y ear ago was one named Dennis McElliinney. On his rounds he came to tbo habitation of his friend, Michael Mulcahy. "Good mornin', Michael," said he. "Good inornin', Dinnis," returned Mulcahey. "It's assissin' this mornin' I am, Mike," saiu Dennis. "Thin be aisy wid me, Dinnis. What wid rale-estate assismints and sthraie assissmints. its' the divil's own worK to save enough to pay me Tammany nssiss mer.t." "I'll be aisy, Miko. I'll put yez down for tin dollars a fut. Thot will be thirty toimes tin is tree hundred lor the lot and twinty lor the goat." "i'hwat!" cried Mulcahy. "Tree hundred for the lot and twinty for the goat." "Tbe goat's not rale eshtate!" "It is so, under the new law." ' 'Go 'way wid yez I" "I can prove it to yez," said the asses sor, drawing out his instructions. "Rode that, will yez? 'Assiss at its proper val uation per front fut all property abound in' and abuttiu' on both sides of tiie stnrate.' Many's the time I've seen your goat aboundin' an' abuttin' on tho stbrate. Twinty dollars for the goat, Mike."—Chicago News. Governor McKinley received from C. W. Arnold of Albany. Ga ,on Monday, freight collect, a watermelon weighing eighty-seven pounds and measuring near ly three feet in length. The governor paid $2.50 freight and sent the melon to tho Neil, where he lives. "If wo go to Europe, Cynthia, I don't want you to marry any of them counts or dukos. You just wait un til we run across some king in reduced oircumstances." A NIGHT'S ADVENTURE A Telegraph Operator Has a Thrilling Experience A MASKED MAN AT THE KEY It Might Have Been a Hold-Up and a Robbery ' ad It Not Been for a Stroko of Lightning BY R. R. BOWERS As I sit in my office this evening lis tening lo the rain pattering on tho roof, I recall to mind an adventure that oc curred to me when I was a young knight of the mystic key, several years ago. I had Dot been an operator very long when I was sent to Volcano Springs, one of tbe loneliest places a human being could I live in, on the line of the Southern Fa , oiflfl railroad. During the hot summer j months In that country *we havo what j are called cloud bursts. Ono minute tbe sky will be perfectly clear, and in the j next forked lightning will be playing t across the sky, rain falling in perlect I sheets, and in an hour or two the sky | will be as clear as a wedding bell. We | were having these cloud bursts daily, and j even then as I sat in tne ottice one could jbo Been coming over the mountains sev i eral miles away to the west. Just then 1 heard a footstep, as though so*me one was trying to see how easy lie could walk, near mv door, and In stinctively I put my hand* to my belt for my revolver, which 1 ahvavs carried. It was not there, and then 1 remembered I had not replaced my belt after taking a nap that afternoon, and was rising to go to my bedroom for it, when a/man, I dressed in blue overalls and red shirt, J stepped through the doorway, and cover ing me with a pistol, commanded ;ne to throw up my hands. lie was a powerful built man, and bad his face bidden by a mask made out of a red handkerchief. I did as he commanded and he tied me very securely to one of the braces of my little orliee. Perhaps yon don't think I was fright ened; but 1 was, and it took me several minutes before I could recover my usual com posure. I was wondering what on earth he was i holding me up for. when his next actions ! ahowed me his whole plot. Stepping over to my switchboard, he grounded the wires west, thus cutting off the train dispatchers at Lcs Angeles, j That he was nn operator there was no doubt, and the question was settled in my mind when he sat down and began call ing Yuma for a "9," which means on a wire "train order." When Yuma answered he gave him the following ordev: "To C. and B. No. 20: No. 20 will meet extra enigne 1213 east at Old ; Beach," and signed the superintendent's initials to it. Alter completing this order he began calling Mammoth Tank, where a large helper engine was kept to assist heavy trains over Pilot Knob, a large hill near Ogilby. This is the order Mam moth Tank received : "jo engineer, ex tra east: Engine 1213 will run extra Mammoth Tank to Ogilby and meet No. 2)i at Bartram." As I betrd this my blood ran cold with horror. There that villain Mat making a I lap order with those two trains as uncon cernedly as possible. Each train would try and make its respective meets, which would result in their colliding half way between .the two sidings. I closeu !my eyes and shuddered. Kven then I I imagined I could hear the passengers' wild shrieks as they were hurled into eternity. Little did those passengers re al Ize then as they sat in their coaches how near they would be to their maker. Mv hands burned to get at the villain's throat, but he had made a good job of securing me. Suddenly the cloudburst broke upon us. Rain descended in torrents, the thunder rolled across the sky like charges of heavy artillery and lightning Hashed inces santly. Darkness soon came upon us,but there was no sign of the cloudburst stop ping. When the lightniuf. Hashed I could seethe robber still at the key, and I knew he was waiting for the helper engine at Mammoth Tank to sign its order and rush to its doom. For nearly live minutes there was a lull in the storm; then it recommenced with still greater violence. Suddenly I heard a crackling sound; saw a great flash, and then 1 was thrown violently across the room. 1 was Btunned for a few seconds, and upon rising found that my hands were fiee. An instant later an other Hash came, and it lit up the inte rior of the office like day. In that short space of time I saw the robber still at the Mesk. He nad not noticed my escape, I thought, as I threw myself upon him, and clasped him by the threat, but tlie instant my hands touched his flesh I recoiled in horror. Ho was Stone dead. .His face was burnod black, part of bis red shirt was torn off, and tbo hand that held the key was black and shriveled. Now I saw what had oc curred. Lightning had struck the wires out side, and running through tho instru ments had killed tho robcer instantly. The brace that I was tied to held tiie ground wire, and that was how it had freed me. " Hastening to light a lamp, I remem bered that the order to the engine was no' completed yet. I rushed to the desk and pulling the robber out of the way began calling "Ex, Ex." Raising him with half a dozen calls, I asked him if the en gine was ready yet. lie said no, but that it wonlu be in a minute or two. A feeling of gladness crept over m°,and I realized that I bad just enough time to save the train. Taking the key again. I began the annul of his order, and had just finished it when 1 felt my senses leaving me, and for the first time In my life I fainted. When I came to 1 was m board No. 20, bound for Los Angeles, with all the passengers crowding around me, shaking my hand and thanking me for savins their lives. The dead robber was never identified, and he was buried at Mammoth Tank next day. Later, naif way between Old Reach and Bertram, were found traces of a camp, and there is little doubt that the robber's confederates were camped there, ready to plunder the train when it was wrecked. The railroad showed its aprpeciation toward - me by promoting me to the posi tion of train dispatcher, and not long aft erwards I receive ! an elegant diamond ring from tbe train crews,their thanks for the pait I played in a night's adventure. NOT JONAH'S WHALE Whales are scarce articles. Even in Jonah's day we only hear of the one. There may have been more, but they left no record. On this coast there aro whales, but not as plentiful as of yore. Ten years ago the writer saw a school— or some 10oh place of learning—of live, but they seem to be becoming scarce. Kedondo had a whale anchored off the beach for a long time, and now Santa Monica has rented the same old blubber and bad it towed down to their beach with all the flourish of tram pets, cymbals and drums of the old Biblical times when they moved the ark of the covenant. Tlio idea may not be very fishy, but is this a genuine whale? Have they secured the Coroner's affidavit that it is the real genu ine article and no fake? Does a whale when anchored by a head and stern line to a chisley beach, under a hot southern summer sun, even wuen laved by the I cooling waters of the Pacific, last forever, I or even until it has been towed from place to place for a whole season? These conundrums will come to tne sur face for the same reason tho whale does, to blow, but at the east on the Atlantic coast, when they wish to draw tbe crowds and trade is dull at tho watering pieces, they have their leviathan of the deep an chored where tho multitude can gaze on the spectacle, wondering and guessing how many barrels of oil it will make, and the old sailors who have been chas ing whales around the North Pole will look at the floating monster with an ex perienced critical eye and particularly rftate its age. pedigree, and even show the scar where a harpoon has struck it and been torn out in its younger days, and yet what they are looking at was only an imitation whale made of rubber and blown full of air, and some dark night the air would bn let out and another whale would be discovered in a few days off some other watering place, but it was the same old Neptune's football towed around theie and blown up again. We do not wish to throw any discredit on the whale that is making the tour of this coast, for he may be a good fellow, the genuine thing, the real hero of many a marine battle, and as such should not be subject to suspicion, but the imitation whale is more of a novelty because they are scarce and are an artistic production of mechanical skill and cannot become as common as the every-day whale, for there would be a corner in the rubber market if two were made at once. A few years ago one of the imitation whales was taken on specially made cars all over the United States until it had vis ited every small town and was then sold for old rubber, yet at every stooping place people would find fault with t,he odor emanating from the supposed whale, when an old rubber shoe would have tho same, out sncii is Imagine!ton* P. S. —We have just seen the documents to prove that the whale now at Santa Monica is tbo real article, warranted, forty foot long, without a Knot or a limb, all wool and a yard wide—in fact, there is no fake this time, but it did once really swim the briny deep.—Times- Index. Cured of a Bad Habit Wheelmen in East Oak'and have been put to no end of annoyance and expense by a yellow, bench-legged dog. He lies in wait beside one of the princial streets, and when a bicyclist comes along a yel low streak of dug flashes out, and bang ! goes a tire. He never tails to make a puncture at tho first nip. One bicyclist who is compelled to travel along that street three or four times a day has had half a dozen tires punctured by that yellow dog, and Sunday he de cided to put a stop to it. He borrowed an old cushion tire machine and fastened lons, sharp hooks to every snoke so that they would bend down whenever they touched the ground and spring out again as they came up. He spun past the dog's hiding place a time or two and finally saw his game watching him from behind the hedge as ne spurted past. Then bo saw what appeared to be thirty feet of dog coming after him. The next minute he heard about four blocks of howl. When he examined the hooks he found a piece of the dog's upper lip about two inches square hanging to one of t hem. That was Sunday, and the dog has not chased a bicycle since.—San Francisco Post. Tho death is announced in Paris of Mr. Ohatles Kety. who has been for nearly twenty years" musical critic of the Figaro. Ho was among the most influential of Paris musical critics. A RIDE DOWN A CANYON IN MEXICO A MILE AND A HALF WIDE Let me recommend all who are in search of wild adventure, of novelties in the way of sensasion, to cross a Mexican barranca, or canyon ; and if they wish one of tho wildest of the wild, come to this one, where the El l'uerte river cuts its way through the hiehest range of moun tains in Mexico. There aro many bai rancas on this river, as there are on our own Colorado, but, as there is only one Grand canyon there, so there is only one ilarranca Mucbo Grande on tbo El l'ue'te. It is on the trail from Nononoava to Raborigame, near the southwest cornel of the state of Chihuahua. Eor days my packers hare been talking at the camptire of the terrors of crossing this terrific gash in the earth, of getting down to the river, across it and up again; of the mules that have iallen down from the trail and disappeared forever in tho gloomy depths below; or mountains, pre cipices and waterfalls on a grander scale than anything we have yet seen. They succeed in making eacn other shiver with the drscripitons tnat always entl with the adjeotie, un diablo. After a long experi ence with the canyons of the Colorado, the Virgin and other rivers in Colorado, tjtab and Nevada, I was inclined to di vide their stories by nino to allow for the Spanish temperament and the tropical atmosphere, and felt a little inclined to laugh at any canyon that a trail for pack mules ran through. A start at daybreak, a ride of a couple of hours through the open pine forest, and the train is stopped and the guide comos to my mule and requests me to dismount. ''What for" "El barranca 1 1 wish to iix the cinch of your saddle." The barranca! Where is it The great plain apparently srctches in every direc tion as before. In front. Yes, it does look a little lighter there, a hundred yards ahead, but what, of that. A little j ravine, may be. We have crossed hun dreds of such before. "No, senor; El barranca, mucbo grande muclio alto!" There does seem to be something up, after all. The men aro critically examining each pack, carefully arranging the loads and tightnine overy lashing. They even adjust and retiu their own sandals. Then the train is divided up, only a few mules in charge of one man. so that the foolish brules may not crowd each other off the trail at the bad points. Tbe lirst division moves ahead a little ways and drops out of sight, then the next, and so on until my guide ca is me to come on. Igo forward, less than 100 yards. Then—but who can describe the scene below? lam standing on the edge of a gicantio precipice. My barometer reads 10,(150 feet. That little thread of white down in the bottom of the terrific depths is the I'tiersc river, and beside its waters the barometer reads 21~0 feet above the sea. The| barranca is 8175 feet deop—nearly a mile and a hall straight down. Where is tho other side? Close at hand; it Ijoks as if the Winchester could surely send a ball across to the other bank. As a mat ter of fact it is about four miles across from top to top. There is a valley at tbe bottom, the rocks wedging at tiie water's edge, leaving only un acre or two here and there that can only be reached by paths that would make a goat dizzy to climb. It is grander, wilder, more terrilic than the great canyon ot the Colorado. It looks like an utter impos sibility to get down there by ropes, let alone getting heavily loaded mules down. I am looking down on hills that will look like mountains from below; on places that look ii at, but will seem as steep as the roof of a house when wo ride over them. It is a bewildering picture; an inde scribable chaos of locks, peaKs and preci pices. Some of the huge cliffs remind me of the grjat towers along the Green river. OtheiS , with their vivid green, brown and gray formations, recall tho canyon of El Virgin, in Utah, but there the'canyons were smaller and more at tractive in their perfect loveliness. They seemed like fairy parks shut in by the mountains that closo above and around ihem, like so many good-natured protect ing giants. He c nature is at war with itself. The great gashes seem to be the ressult of wrath or terrific strife, as if tbe granite pinnacles, towers, shalts and mountain masses, with their precipices, gorsea and gulches, have been created during a war between the spirits of in ferno. Lioking down on this side is terrify ing, awful; looking across at the other Bide is terrilic, grand, awe-inspiring. There peaK is piled on peak, precipice on precipice, crest on crest, pine clad Pelion piled on oak-covered Ossa. Wo are satiated with scenery and feel as if there cjuld be no new suiprise on the way down, yet scarcely has a depth of 1000 feet been gained, when, turning a sharp cornor, there before us are water falls leaping solidly, massively over the precipice, but soon floating down like an exquisite veil of mist waving back an forth across tho moss-grown granite cliffs —as charming, as porfect,lovely a picture as the Bridal Veil falls of the Yosemite. And this is only one of the many that claim your eyes at every turn. I feel liko lingering long at the brink simply to enjoy the sublime picture, but ie is impossible to avoid thinking of the interest gravity will take in tlio 250 --pound man and a 5-pound saddle when placed on a 000-pound mulo, and the whulo placed on a trail dipping down ward at angles from 84 to 45, yes oven 50, degrees. The guide gives encouragement by saying, as the plunge is made, "Don't fall off the trail, for if you do it is adios, for we could never get to you." That trail is not laid where a white man would think, even a mule could go or ought to go—but where Indians havo said mules could and should travel. Within fifty feet after leaving the crest I was lying back on tho haunches of ray mule, wondering how near tho dip was to 90 degrees; a few minutes later cling ing to his neck most affectionately, as we scrambled up a little rise to get ready for anot..er plunge down. When the trail turns squarely across tho face of a precipice your mind is busy commenting on tho habit of a mule bas cf walking on the outer edge of the path so as to "keep from stiiking his pack agaust the rjeks and toppling him over. You wish that he would move in a few inches, yes, even one inch, the edge is so crumbly and broken. There are moments when the soul is dead to the pot-try and beauty of nature, and one of these mo- i ments is when your mule stumbles on the edge of a 1000-foot precipice. You I sigh for absence of body, not presence of 1 mind. Tho pack train is directly below us, winding down that almost perpendic ular face by a series of shelves that are utilized as switchbacks, only the turns at the end of each switch aro nerve-destioy ing, for the mule simply turns bis feet slowly and carefully in space tbo size of one's hat. His head and neck aro over the edgo of the abyss and iiis tail brush ing the rocks behind. At such places you dare not touch the rein, quirt or spur; you sit just as still as you can and jasp. There is the stairway, a sheer descent of 35 dogiees down the backbone of a ridgo, by a series ot" jumps down stone stops from six to eighteen inches deep. The only advantage it has over tho other por ton of the trail is that there is un abyss on each side. You can choose which one you prefer to be crushed in. il your mule slips on a loose stone, and there are plenty of them. You instinctvely wish you had parted your hair in the middle, and divided e'von your paper money into equal halves between your pockets. Eor eight lung hours we go down, down, down. Will it never ond? The river ia never in sight, ahead impossible, tho trail behind incredible. The whole scale of sensations is run through, at lirst par alyzed, then demoralized, terrified and timid. At last conies confidoneo in your mule, then in yourself, and, after "that, enjoyment. You become accus tomed to having one leg banging over the mule and the other over eternity. You feel as if. with this ,mule you could ride around on tlio cornice of thu highest building in Chicago and actually enjoy it. Then fatigue comes in to help make things pleassaut. iiv-m. . The unconscious tightening ot the mus cles for hours at a time has its effect upon the lens, and they ache worse thai the toothache. Then came a tussle wltl old Boreas. Tho alternoon breeze cam« like a storm, rushing, whirling, eddying, surging around tbo corners, buffeting vi now on tbis side and now on the other now from ab->vo and now irom below. At times motion was impossible; it was sit still and hold on. Then the winds grew hot, like the breath of a furnace, and more walking was necessary; the perspir ation rolled as it once did on the desert of Mohave. On one side, but far below in a side eanvon, was a tantalizing creek that constantly reminded us of our tor tnred thirst. At last when we were nearly exhausted with heat and fatigue, the trail suddenly turned toward tbis ean von and plunged over the edge of the precipice, and In fifteen minutes more wo were in a roomy cave. Not down the barranca, for there were two hours of hard riding ahead, but by tho side of the brook, lying down in tho shade of the overwhelming cliff, at tho foot of a beau tiful cascade. It brought to mind the words. "Like the shadow of a great rock in a wcarv land." How delicious it was looking down into the green oasis of crys tal waters at our side, or up at the cas cades, or higher up the gorge where, the waters camo rushing, tumbling, wildly, frantically, so as to hurry down and play and sing softly awhile in our grotto, and then again soeed away foaming with rage at the "obstacles that lay in their path lo the rivor. How delightful to rest and look at the mighty panorama, rival ing the majestic beauties of the Kaibao, of Virgin, Colorado. Wonderful indeed is the coloring.but not more so tnan the sculpture. It is not a mass of formless.chaotic crags,for tboreia no front that is monotonous or tame. The bright tones of the lock faces are chased across by dark shadows that bring out with strongest emphasis the archi tectural effects of tbo sculpturing done by tbe wind and rain, by frost and the an cient river itself. There are buttes and isolated temples, domes and half domes that look down in calm defiance of hu man intrusion. There are great forts with bastions and scarps a thousand feet high, with turret and tower, pinnacle crest and winding ledge in proportion. How impressive the nobility of the architecture, the colossal size, the wealth of ornamentation, the splendor of color ing! How bewildering the alcoves, ary. pbitbeaters, promontories, temples, clois ters, ridges, caves and mitered angles that are fretted with serrated cusps, and alcoves piled above alcoves, pediment above pediment, growing loftier, wider, deeper and more ornate in decoration; all rich in tbe aspiring forms of gothic type I Over there is a wealth of pinnacles ana huge statues, standing in thick ranks, the great architect ailhereing as persist ently to his design as tbe builders of tho Thebald. JlWhen the mind wrestles with such scenery it may feel its own insignificance, but it does not grow listless or lose its enthusiasm, even when awestruck by the unexampled dimensions, exalted by the beauty of proportion and decoratiun, or vexed at the inadequacy of our faculties to comprohend more. Refreshed and happy, wa start on t* realize that the worst part of the path is before us, that here, as tbe guide says ' "is where they kill the mules.' and the place is pointed out where seventeen have lelt at various time and disappeared, pack and all, forever. It was here we lost our kitchen mule, and were left without knife, fo.k or frying pan, the last heard from the outfit "being the shrieks of the poor mule and the clatter of the pans and Dutch ovens as they bounded down down—out of sight into inaccessible depths. The rest of the mules seem to appre ciate tbe disaster, and crept down with dilated eyes, quivering nostrils and heav ing flanks. Their ears are pointed for ward and each foot is carefuly placed be fore another is lifted. Hocks become de tached, and accompanied by scores of pebbles dash and crash down, stirring up company until a little avaianrhe is having a good time all by itself some, where down there, just where no ono can see. Nevermind; by this time, as Pat said, "we are used to being kilt." Fin ally tho brook, the trail and the river meet. The journey down is at an end, and we are at rest in the shade of the bamboo porch of tho abobe dwelling of •Senora Guadalupe Landay, at tbe little town of Guarachic, as strange a town as it was ever my privilege to visit.—New York Tost. PUTS NO FAITH IN INDIANS NOW A man up near San Dimas bad an In dian experience the other day which, while lacking in most respects the oppor tunities for thrilling enjoyment such as are pictured in the scalping, blood-curd ling variety, will nevertheless be a suita ble reminder for some time to come that dealings with any of tbe Indian persua sion are fraught with great risk. Now this man always has on hand a goodly amount of old bouibon—for emer gencies. The other morning he was cul tivating his young prune orchard, and when a great gaunt Indian came tearing down tho road with a countenance like green persimmons and dropped flat down in tlio street, this same man was exer cised to that degree that his organism demanded an explanation of the queer sight. He dropped his cultivator, and leaving his horse to feast on the young trees, ran out into tbo road and "inter viewed the red man. The fast expiring Indian could only mutter, "Rattlesnakel heap Whisky! heap whisky!" and had barely strength] left to hold up his arm and exhibit two small scratches slowly trickling blood. Despairing of being able to save the Indian's life, but anxious to do what he could, the good man ran for his demijohn, at sight of whicli the suffer ing Indian seemed to regain strength. Before the jug.was half empty the redskin could sit upright and when the last drop took its departuro lie was a well man. 'Phis miraculous cure caused some un gentlemanly suspicion to rise in the good Samaritan's breast, but he managed to stifle them until no heard one of bis neighbors lower down tell how he (the neighbor) had saved the life of a snake bitten Inuian by giving him whisky; and by comparing notes discovered that the same scratch had secured the wily Indian two largo allowances of excellent fire water. His discretion ;was insufficient to prevent him from uttering some unprint able ejaculations and 'joining with his friend in n prayer for tno Indian's future safety and welfare.—Pomona Tost. Dr. Burggrave of Ghent, who has passed his one hundredth year, has written a book on longevity. The only way to live long, ho says, is for each person to live according to h's proper individuality, to select what is good for one's self and to avoid all else. In other words, one must liev as early as possiblo in harmony with his surroundings. Tho contented mind, tbe happy heart—these things prolong life more than dioting and regular hours of sleep. A row in the nursery—Mother (inter posing)— What is this fresh quarrel about, children? And you. Robert, why have you been scratching your little sister? Robert —Mamma, this is how it was. Wo were playing at republic. Yvonne had been president for a full quarter of an hour, and she wouldn't resign. Gus—How did you happen to ask her to marry you the lirst time you ever met her? Chollie—Well—all—you sec, I had just boon introduced to her, and —I—ah —couldn't think of anything else to say. Wayside Ways—Say, Rogers, don't deso calamity howlers make yer tired? Rest ful Rogers—Naw; (ley u'in't half as bad as der business revival shouters wot's in quisertivc 'cause yer ain't at work. Prohibition missionary—"ion are so poor only because you are intoxicated half your time. The bibulous one—Thash not it, gents. I'm only 'toxicated half m' time, cause I'm so poor.