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I. H. rULIAN, Editor.
PUBLISHED' EVERY SATURDAY. FARM LIFE. Ileiuooi Why Our Burplui Labor Seek the Country. Should Mr. 0. C. Gibbs, who has recently made an extended Hp through the : Southwest lu tho Interest of the Chicago Tribune, and has given in a series of letters to that paper the results of his observations, concludes the series with the folio ving: The main fuels developed In my sonio- what extonded investigation have been : that there are almost unlimited quan titles of cheap and fertile lands obtain- able on easy tonus by the actual settler, in a range of climate from that of the Gulf States on the south to Minnesota on the north, capable of producing all the great agricultural staples and the keeping of all kinds of live stock ; that these lands only require occupancy and cultivation to reward the husbandman with generous crops, which bring re munerative prices to the producer, While in all our cities and larger towns and manufacturing districts there are great distress and suffering consequent upon lack of employment, ana mere are thousands of honest, well-disposed peo pie who will have to be supported by charity during the winter, throughout the agricultural districts there is .comfort and plenty. In all the country I have passed over, I have met no bne who was troubled to know how he was going to get through the winter. Not that all were rich and independent, but they were living under such conditions that the essential wants of shelter, rood, and fuel could be supplied by their own unaided effsrts; and I am exceedingly desirous that those whose condition and circumstances expose them to the same provocation and suffering which many are now experiencing, but who now have it in their power to take a new de parture and mace themselves in more hopeful circumstances for the future, should do so. The flush times during and succeed ing the War; the increased demand for all kinds of manufactured goods ; the fortunes made in trade and speculation of all kinds, from corn to corner lots; the building, equipment, and. running of thousands of miles of new railroads and telegraph lines; the rebuilding of burnt Chicago, and the extension of -other towns and cities created a demand for labor of all grades which produced a regular stampede from the country. FARMING WAS IN DISREPUTE, andwas regarded as too slow and old fogy an occupation for this advanced age. Its slow and moderate gains cut no figure beside the profits of a " corner in wheat" or sales of corner lots. The .young man who had gone to the city and secured employment in a railroad office or store, and who made occasional visits home in all the glory of store clothes, hair-oil, and a gold-headed cane, was the admiration and envy of all his for mer associates, each of whom resolved to emancipate himself from the drudgery of farm-lifo at the- earliest possible mo ment. There was a wonderful accession to the ranks of the learned professions, and our medical and law schools were crowded with young men who threw down the pitchfork and forsook the plow for a higher career in life. Even staid, substantial farmers got their heads turned and sold their farms, and came to the city 'to engage in business and make a fortune. All went swimmingly till the panic struck us, when a change .name o'er the spirit of their dream. Gradually, but sure ly, tho squeezing process has been going on, till many schemes and enterprises that but a little while aro were so rich and promising, have been literally squeezed dry, and we have been awakened to the fact thst we have a laboring population of all grades and I include in this all the salaried classes twice as large as are needed for the work of the present time or likely to be needed for some years to come. The result is that large numbers are without any employment. Others get only o casional and temporary work, and others still resort to all kinds of makeshifts to secure a living going about with some Article to sell or soliciting orders for grocery-houses, printing-offices, and a thousand other things too numerous to mention, while those in regular employ ments are on salaries largely reduced from former times and insufficient for the comfortable support of themselves and their families. No theories or plans -of workingmen's organizations or labor strikes can remedy this state of things. Nothing short of a plan that will make one day's work provide full pay for two men will d it. Absolutely the only practical opening for this surplus of our population is in .firming etvu our cheap lands. Many I " J '' - ' - " - I - I . - . , - of the classes of the unemployed, in consequence of age, present and former habits of life, lack tho elements neces sary to success in farming. Othors lack only the necessary means to enable them to make' a start. No plans have yet boon devised, nor I fear are likely to be, for aiding those without means, but othorwise qualified for success in mak ing a start. But there are those who have accumulated some means, who possess the requisite elements of character to in sure success, who are working on salar ies, and have nothing better to loek for ward to than a salary, who now have it in their power to break away; if so dis posed, and take a new departure. Many of those are young men for whom .the city has already lost its enchantment, and who have youth, health, and energy as a capital to stand upon. TUB CITY HAS MTTTE BETTER to offer them than a salaried position. Every year the business of the country, both commercial and manufacturing, is becoming more and more concentrated in great firms or corporations, which, whether intentionally or otherwise, freeze out and dry up the smaller con cerns. The young mechanic or clerk, instead of in a few years growing into a business, of his own, remains a jour neyman or clerk. As middle age and gray hairs approach, the tenure to his position beoomes more and more uncer tain. If he retains it, it is only by suf ferance, and he all the time has the em barrassing consciousness that hisemploy- er would rather have a younger man in his place. At last the time comes when he must give way to a younger man, and goes out from the house or corpora tion to which he has given tho best years of his manhood with no adequate accommulations (if any at all) for sup port in old age. Thenceforth if any employment is attainable it is at boy's pay. There is no more pitiable specta cle to be seen in Chicago than that of elderly men who have filled responsible positions seeking .work or following some make-shift employment as a means of maintaining a precarious existence. Such an experience as I have sketched will be that of ninety out of every hun dred yeung men who enter upon sala ried positions and remain in our cities. They will be hirelings all their lives. As a farmer, a man is his own master. have never encouraged extravagant expectations in regard to the profits of farming. But any man settling en lands wisely selected, and with means enough to make a fair start, may reasonably ex pect to find himself at the end of ten years the owner of a good farm, well improved and stocked with comfortable buildings, and in receipt of an income sufficient to meet all reasonable wants, leaving no room for fear and anxiety in regard to future support. The opening of a new farm is no holiday business.but with people of small means involves plain living and hard work for a few years, i arming, however, is not the drudgery it was even a few years ago. The labor-saving implements of the present day, the riding-plows and culti vators, the mowing-machine and horse rake, the self-binding reaper, and other equally important improvements in im plements of husbandry have taken the place of simple masculine force, and made it possible for every one te bo the 'gentleman farmer." One of the healthiest and most hope ful indications of the times is the fact that the influx from the country to the city is largely, stopped, and the tide turned the other way. The hard times have corrected many false notions among others that farming is not a re spectable and desirable employment and farmers' sons, instead of now as formerly pressing to the city for em ployment, are sticking by the old farm, or making farms for themselves on new lands, while some of the best elements in our city our moving in the same di rection. Dying: Beside Ills Sweetheart. Charles Schmitz, jeweler, at 181 Sixth Avenue, returned to bis home last even ing from a pleasure party in Hoboken. He was with a young lady to whom he was paying his attentions. While sit ting in the parlor they had a lover's quarrel. Schoiitz begged forgiveness but was refused. Then exclaiming, "I will die! I will die!" he raked a small phial to his mouth. Soon afterward he was dead. lie had swallowed cyanide i of potassium.f Neo Tort Sun. Within a radius of two miles of Old town Village, Me., there are now living, the most of them in fair health, 18 men and women of the following ages, to- wit : 96, BO, 82, 80, 84, 82, 101, 82, 86, 80, 82, 87, 84, 80,90, 8S, 85 and 80. Their united ages is 1,534 years, mak- ' ing an average of 851. Of the above J many of them are about their work as , usual ; one of them. Deacon John Rig- by, is at Milo, doing a job of stone work ! for that town. A LOST BOY'S ADVENTURES. Horn Again Attar BTantMB Yean' Wan dcrlnss A Happy ThanluKlvlng Day la au Iowa K arm-House. . iii From the Dos Moines (la.) Register. There was one happy housoheld, at least, in Folk County ou Thanksgiving Day. There was rejoicing, and cause for rejoicing, in the home of John Cres sout, of Washington Township, over the return of a son, whom they had not seen or heard from for seventeen years. In 18C0, Mr. John Cressout, an hum bio tiller of the soil in the Buckeye State, resolved to remove to the rich prairies of Iowa with a hope of better ing his condition. His family consisted j of his wife and two children a boy of , thirteen and a girl of ten. His health and that of his family was good, and he thought by settling upon a new farm upon the fertile prairies of Iowa, he might secure a competence for himself and them. Accordingly he sold his farm in Ohio, and with his family took up his weary journey overland toward the setting sun. la those days tho railroad facilities were not as abundant as at the present, and the only direct and passable route laid through the city of Chicago. When he arrived at Chicago he tarried a few days in order to confer with some land owners in reference to the purchase of a farm. During their stay in the city, Robert, his son, availed himself ef the opportunity to see the sights, and ac companied his father in his walks about town. One day, while his father was busily engaged in conversation with land-broker, Robert stepped out, and, seeing a large crowd down the street, thought he would go and find out what was the matter. When he reached the mob and found that it was only a street auction, ho determined to go farther on, and pursued his walk down the street until he reached the wharf, where the ships and steamboats were lying by the hundreds. Having never seen a steam boat before, he was naturally lost in wonder. Seeing a great crowd entering one of the large steamboats, he thought he would go on also, and look around, as he supposed the crowd were doing. So he went aboard and wandered down into the cabin, and finally down into the hold where the great engines were sit uated. While engaged in viewing the wonders about him the steamer loosed her cables, and started on her journey over the lake. He suddenly became aware of the fact that the steamer was moving, and hastened on deck but too late. The vessel was far out in the lake, and, when he reacted the upper deck, the City of Chicago, that held all that was dear on earth to him, was only a speck in the distance. He told his story to the Captain, but in vain. The Cap tain thought he was only a vagabond wno was endeavoring to steal his pas sage over the lake, and would not listen to him, but told him if he did not keep ' quiet he would deliver him up to the officers of the law on their arrival at Grand Ha ven, and have him put in prison. So Robert was compelled to dry his tears and conceal his emotion, knowing that every revolution of the great paddle wheels of the steamer bore him farther away from his parents and sister. When his father found his boy was lost he secured the aid of several detect ives, and made a thorough search of the city to find him, but in vain. After a fruitless search of over a week, he was compelled to give his son up as lost.and pursue Ms journeying toward Iowa. The mother's grief knew no bounds. She wept continually, and, like Rachel of old, refused to be comforted. Her boy her only son, the pride of her heart was lost, and only God knew what his fate may have been. So, with a broken heart and anxious mind, she took up her journey with her husband and daughter to their new home in Iowa. They reach ed this State in the fall of 1860, and set tled on a new farm of 160 acres, in Washington Township, Folk County. Fortune favored them, and Mr. Cres sout made money very fast. He was a prudent, economical man, and his wife was the best of wives in every sense a helpmeet. His lands grew. broader, his herds multiplied, and in a few years he gained a handsome competence. But the loss of his son was the one great shadow of his life, as well as that of his wife. Around their cheerful fireside the subject would be related, and the tears of sorrow would fall like summer nun j whenever Robert's name was mentioned. ! But what of Robert? When be found himtelf in Grand Haven, Mich., the destination of the steamer, be knew not what to do. He had no money with wbjch to telegraph to his friends and ne one would, believe bis story. So he was compelled to go to work at something, and finally secured employment ia a large saw-mill as a driver of a saw-dart cart. He worked here for sometime, nntO be obtained some moaey, and them set about trying to find bis parents. He advertised in the Chicago papers, bat to avail. At last he gave, it up and eon eluded it was useless to continue the search. His life was passed for several years in Michigan! He worked at odd jobs in various towns and cities la that State Detroit, Lansing' Ann Arbor, Jackson, Saginaw, and others. At last he determined to come to Iowa, and en deavor once more to find bis parents. He landed in Iowa in 1874, and went to work in Dubuque as elerk in one of the hotels. He hoped by ocoupying this position, (to gain some clew as to tho whereabouts of his parents. , But time passed on, and he failed to hear any tidings of them. . About a month ago ho saw the name of John Cressout in the Slate Register, and thought it must be that of his father. He came to this city the Monday before Thanksgiving, and inquired of the newspaper mon and hotel-keepers as to their ' knowledge of his father. They directed him to the office of the County Recorder. He went andfonnd his father's name rocorded upon tho book of deeds as a farmer, in Washington Township. Arriving there, ', he Inquired whether John Cressout lived hereabouts. He was directed to a large comfortable house, surrounded by spa cious barns, and having the appearance all around of thrift and wealth. Let us paint the pioture. It is Thanks giving Day. . Every thing is busy in John Cressout's kitchen. The largo ta ble in the spacious dining-room' is being loaded with savory food. 4 The ovens are steaming with crisp, brown turkeys, dressed in the most fragrant trimmings that the skillful hand of a housewife could prepare. The parlor is filled with a happy party of friends and neighbors of Mr. Cressout, who had gathered by invitation to partake of his Thanksgiv ing hospitality. There is a knock at the front door. Mr. Cressout attends to it. A stalwart, handsome young man, with a bright look and a perfect form, stands before him. He informs the stranger that this is the home of Mr. John Cres sout. He is invited to a private room, and, at his request, Mrs. Cressout is summoned, as the stranger informed Mr. C. that he has a few private ques tiond to ask them. Mrs. Cressout ap pears and seats herself by the side of her husband. Tho stranger asks them if they had a son by tho name of Robert, who was lost in Chicago some seventeen years ago. They repiyj with anxious breath that they had. The stranger rises and makes himself known. Let us withdraw. The scene is too sacred for the public gaze. It is the reunion of loving hearts, the return of a wandering son. It was a day for thanksgiving in deed. It was a red-letter day in the home of John Cressout. No happier home than this could be found in all the domain of nature. With the Patriarch of old could they exclaim, "Rejoice, for my son that was dead is now alive ; he that was lost is found." Count Cagliostro. The most brilliant and successful im postor known in Europe was the Italian, whose assumed name was Count Cagli ostro. He died in prison in 1787, being then in his fifty-second year, after a ca reer of varied imposture, such as seems vastly more like romance than most of the creations of the novelist.' His forte was to surround himself with mystery, and having the aid of a confederate, he assumed such characters as, were best adapted to the occasion. He was at one' time a nobleman, and at another a naturalist. His next appearance might be in the guise of an extraordinary phy sician or a necromancer. The entire role of social life was exhausted by this wonderful deceiver, who included Greece, Egypt, Turkey and Arabia in his range of travel. At Medina he was a " distinguished mufti," and becamo a great favorite with the highest powers'. He visited the Grand Master of the Knights of Malta, and the latter was so impressed with the dignity and accom plishments of the Count that he gave him letters of recommendation to the nobility of Europe. In Italy his success in this career of swindling was extraor dinary. As alchemist, sorcerer and spiritualist, he claimed power not only over the "occult sciences," but also called up the spirits of the departed and held communion with the dead. He in vented an elixir that insured perpetual life, and which, to the women, added unfading beauty. As a matter ef course its saie was immense, and the inventor never remained long enough in a place to test its merits. lie called himself 200 years old, and ascribed his youthful ap pearance to the use of this wonderful preparation, which bad set death him self at defiance. The "Little Sbters of the Poor" bare representatives in all parts of the world. Id Taris they bave five large bouses where they cars for poor people CO years of age and upward. The order comnenced at Saint Servaa in 1840. HERB AND THERE." ' Gin. Grant 'has gained 48 pounds since he commenced dinlsg abroad. ' A CAMELTace is to be runjln' Sutro, Nov.; whioh will be. followed ty av five mile race against horses,. A young lady, Miss Lillie Cunning ham, at the risk of her owa life, rescued three little children , from a burning house at Columbus, Ind.,last week. Editors amount to something in Germany. For instance, the editor of the General Post-oflloe journal is called a Reiohsoberamtszeltungsohreiber. . Two maiden sisters, who have for 60 years lived and slept together in the Old Ladies Home In Portsmouth, N. H., died there last week within four days of eaoh other, and were burled together. Stanley's , African expedition cost the New York Herald and London Tele graph about $100,000. That is a noble private contribution to geographical science.- j- .' -., , , j ' Immense stores of wild honey wore recently found in the fissures of the rocks in the 'mountain region in Cali fornia by the workmen engaged in blast ing a roadway for. the Southern Pacifio Railway. . The Chief of the Charokoos, in his re cent message, shows clearly that the Nation is a civilized one. The publio debt is $12,316.83, and the treasury con tains but fSOO. - .. - Newport, R. I., boasts a rarity In the person of a man who recently went to his employer and asked him to dock his wages 60 per oeat, as he thought he was receiving more than he earned. Detroitites are justly indignant con cerning a 30-pound package of dynam ite whioh was recently discovered in an express office of that city. Its true character had been unknown, and it had been tossed about like other pack ages, with every risk of explosion. , A young man at a rifle match in Port land, Oregon, when his turn came at the target, shot a bystander through the heart. The killing may have been occi dental, but the two men were bitter en emies, and there is doubt on the subject. The department for registering let ters in the Post-office does a largef busi ness. During the past year nearly four and one half million letters were regis tered. Only an average of one in 5,000 was lost, and of those a large propor tion were finally recovered. t A Charleston (S. C.) paper speaks of a sale of farm lands in that; vicinity, only two miles from the Northeast, Rail road and Webdin River, and of excel lent soil. Six hundred and twenty-eight acres were sold for $205, 800 acres for $220, 100 acres for $38, all half cash, and the rest in one year. William Swaincott, of Montgom ery County, New York, recently served on a Coroner's jury at the inquest over the body of a man who was so severely burned in a lime-kiln that it could not be recognized. Mr. Swaincott has since learned that the body was that of his father. : " .' ' Nothing like being able to raise your own frogs. A citizen of Newbury port, Mass., is fattening 600 frogs upon which he , expects to feast. He keeps them in a barrel and feeds them with Indian meal and takes as much pride in them as if they were a coop of prize chickens. ' ' Mrs. Rebecca Guisiiard, who died in Baltimore a few days aK at the age of 98, was one of the actors at the Rich mond Theater on the fatal night of its burning in 1811. When the fire broke out she managed to reach the upper gal lery, where her father, sister aud child were seated, only to see them sink amid the ruins. She then jumped from the window and reached the ground unhurt bv falling upon the dense mass of peo ple outside. 1 It is now said that Sitting Bull's name is Ton-ton-qua-na, which means the Buffalo-Looking-at-the-Sun. The setting sun seems to have a strange at traction to buffaloes on the plains. The whole herd stop and gaze at it, while the old bulls sit upon their haunches like dogs, and watch it until it sinks from sight. When a young brave, Sit ting Bull always killed his buffalo while the sitting bulls were looking at the set ting sun, and thus got the name of Ton-ton-qua-na, or Buffalo-Looking-at-the Sun. A round lady in New Bedford, Mass., was invited to dine with a neighbor a few days since, and in eating a biscuit bit on a bard substance which she sup posed to be a nail, so often found in flour; but on examination it proved to be a gold ring. The bread was a por tion of some which she bad sent to her neighbor the day before to try the qual ity of the flour, and the ring was one she lost from ber finger while mixing the dough, and which she bad missed that morning, but could not account for its whereabout.