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THJB PRO Q-RESSnn3 FARMER: JULY 1 7, 1 884
OunnrcTTSSIVE FARMER, itenfor'iw-" L OUR 'POSSUM HUN I. UVA.B CRAVE a, JR. So wPeough hunting " f0I47ould nolffike a trail. The dofef fou let's go home, goiDg to faiu" ,weff, "Where are we at? $t tell how far we've come. .,all it seemed a good one, Tb Ju.t followed the dogs. wV?fi.w we all went, claimed, "They've treed him, lteT vou teS it ' by their bark?" SaVa oa "vlth the light lett i back in the dark. .trebled through the briars e frKway that we could; 18 tbt; 1 1 a 1 come to the tree eVawitwasadogwocd. ...I 'i tell you what rSl tin you how I know, bivc bWued his eyes. r -on to look around fl bean ttood. To f "Vonder's an old house; e Surt be in Big Sam's wood." ifetSillhim,' our suppressed 'possum, Po St our troublesome fight; S?o iff dS 'tell what it .was, VtSw avt-rydark night. OfotKKc'k: Sharks said, "He's in a hay-stack, Mnv- 1 bet it is a coon." tr-iir tai'i, "'Hold on there, boys, WuS you be bragging too soon." tr aoou found a long pine pole W.am used tor killing rats; tr. thrust U under the stack, Wiid out came an old black cat. a-e decided to go home, ?0ve k in"-I' d UP our light, ird tl-u tatted our 'rostum hunt Ai-or that ark, unlucky night. Michael, N C. HOUSEHOLD. FRIED SQUASH. Cut a crook neck squash in slices and soak tbeni m cold salted water one hour. Wipe them dry, dip them in .hitter and fry brown in a little butter, or dip them ia egg, roll in fine bread- crumb3 and fry in Douing-noi; lai. VEIL SANDWICHES. These are almost as good as chicken, and much cheaper, and the water in which the veal is stewed may go towards the next day's soup. Boil the Teal until tender, and when cold chop fine. Mix with it a good mayonnaise dressing and ?prea j between slices of bread. COCO ANT T DROPS. Grate a cocoanut and weigh it, then add half tha weight of powdered sugar and the white of one egg beaten U a stiff ffo:h Stir the ingredients together, then drop the mixture with a dessert spoon upon buttered white paper or tin sheets and sift sugar over them. Cake in a slow oven fifteen minutes. TAPIOCA CREAM. Soak two table?poonfuls of tapioca until tender. Boil one quart of milk, and add to the tapioca, then add the yolks of threa rgg3 well beaten with a cup of sugar. Let it boil up once, then act away to cool. Beat the whites of the egg3 to a stiff froth, add a little more than one half cup of sugar and beat it ia thoroughly. Spread the meringue over the pudding and brown slightly ia the oven. TRIPE SANTE, B jil one half pound of honeycomb tripe until perfectly tender. When tee, drum and cut in strips about three inches long. Pat two tablespoon fuls cf butter into a sauce pan, and when very hot lay in the strips of tripe. When brown on both sides take out fce tripe and put it in a warm dish over the tea kettle, add to the butter m the stew pan a tablespoonful of four, a small onion minced fine and wlf a pint of cream. Season highly Wpepper and salt, let it simmer a ev moments, then turn it over the tnPe and serve at once. CHICKEN STEWED WITH TOMATO. Cut up the chicken and fry it lightly, en make a rich brown gravy by Jropog a little flour into the butter in h tho chicken was fried. Put suffice water to make a bowl of gL7; Cut UP the tomatoes (there iki , a qilart after thev are arnedj and a medium sized onion, J to them a little chopped parsley, alUCayean0 d black PePPer- Wnen are well mirpfl rnf ;n v. v;im Pon!?8,m the gravy- Add one fourth Tnl! butter and stew for two hours. ACei1 PUt in fY nint K 1 slowly an hour longer. It should TH2 WAIST PLACES. cht f the femal8 attire a k1" i!:t!o blossom of-beautiful thaY 1Ijform us the other day orntb ,C'Uvaiets would be much tor of i 1 ' coaim summer. As a mat com-. ' S tUls intoresting information frora "a , Uc3 h:o a flash of lightning you fer'"' r f,jr we would have lon ,'1!J,V' "ntle reader, that is our IkY rV'3 Ul0an 6ftlhering waists. alr.-.V ..ln )re lhan one man in a - ) kno ws how to gather a waist and gather it right. A great many go at it the same as they go at washing sheep or sawing wood, which is, indeed, entirely wrong. A waist should be gathered as a general thing, with the right arm, although we are pleased to be able to state that our long practice has enabled us to work with the right or left with equal celerity. It " should be handled about as you would a dozen of eggs done up in a funnel-shaped paper at a grocery store, until you are sure you have it all gathered and well in hand or arm, and then, right then, the amount of firm steady pressure that a little, frail look ing waist will stand is enough to make a man wish for the hugging qualificat ions of a polar bear. We have been there and know whereof we speak. Harve, (Mont.) Herald. ITEMS OF INTEREST. A valuable contribution to the relics for the confederate museum, to be established in the house occupied by Jefferson Davis while he was president of the confederacy, was received some time ago. It is a bound album contain ing over 80 specimens of notes issued by the confederate States. Squire Phinney, an old-time char acter at Pawtucket, R. I., was a man who belived in giving credit where it was due. He used to raise the most luscious pears in his neighborhood and send them to the local exhibition plac arded: "Raised by God Almighty on the Premises of Squire Phinney." An interesting discovery was lately made at Glastonbury, Somersetshire, England, of the remains of an ancient lake village. From 60 to 70 low mounds, rising from one to two feet above the surrounding soil, and from 20 to 30 feet across, were found on tho level moor whi;h stretches to the British channel. Many curious objects were found. A peasant ply wing near the village of Porcuna in Spain, recently turned lip an amphora filled with gold and silver coins, all in a good state of preservation. The gold coins are some what larger than a 25 cent piece and on one side is the inscription: "Sabina Augusta Hadriana, G. R. A." The figure of a Roman soldier is on the other side. A Savannah drummer says a drum mer who had had a great many deal ings with the Macon lavyers went out recently to Rosehill cemetery and amused himself reading the inscrip tions on the tombstones. He finally came across one that read: "Here lies a lawyer and an honest man." Turn ing to his friend, he said: "Bill, what made them bury those two fellows in the same grave?" Johannisburg, in the Transvaal, is a wonderful little town. It is not but five years of age and the inhabitants number 40,000. It stands upon a gold reef, and upon this reef 0 companies are at work giving employment to 3,370 white men and over 32,000 natives. Tho town has gas, water, tramways and handsome buildings, while for 20 miies east and west the funnels of min ing works can be seen. A new method has been invented in Germany coveiing tissues of cotton yarn with a flexible and brilliant de posit of tin, A clear paste of com mercial zinc powder and white of eggs is made and spead on the tissues with a brush, where it coagulates after being dried. The tissue is then placed in a bath of perchloride of tin. This metal is precepitated on the zinc and the article, after rinsing and drying, is calendered, which operation imparts brilliancy to the layer of tin. The New York State Library has in its possession one of the smallest books in existence. It contains 14 pages, each of which measures one and one half inches. On the fly-leaf are the words: "Life and Service of General Pierce. Respectfully dedicated to Gen eral Lewis Cass, Concord, Press, 1852." From its text it would seem that the little book was a vest pocket campaign document, issued during the Pierce campaign. PAT'S INGENUITY. An Irishman on one occasion passed a grocer's shop, and seeing a pile of cheeses on the counter, and noticing the shopman had left the shop, thought it a good opportunity to get a cheese for nothing. He therefore stepped lightly into the shop, and, taking a couple of cheeses, placed one on each side of the scales. The shopman hearing the noise, came from the back shop, and asked Pat what ho was about. "Och " said Pat, "djn't annoy your self; I only wish to know if your cheese or mine is the heaviest." "Le vour confounded cheek, said the shopman angrily, "if you don't take your cheese out of this at once I'll set the police on you." . ?at lifted the cheese, and, smiling At thfl trick he had performed, bade the shopman a respectful good-day. RANDOM THOUGHTS. Joe Jackson Now Gives a Few Thoughts Stolen at Stray Moments From Life's Varying Scenes. NO. 6. To one who continually writes day after day and year after year there springs up in his or her heart a peculiar fondness, a love, I might say for the pen and pencil that they use. I am lost without a pencil. I'd rather do without my hat than my pencil. It is a great joy to dot down the many thoughts that surge and plow and rise to the surface of our mind'a bea Ever and ever the fountain of thought is fanning forth waters. Sometimes they are sweet and calm and sublime, and we love to have them put on paper where others can read and be refreshed. At other times the waters are muddy and brackish and poisonous and make all who read of them sordid and mean and hateful. My pencil ! Ah, how I love it ! It has relieved me of many a burden; it has lightened my heart many a time. When I am conscious that great wrongs have been done any body in any cause how pleasant it is O pen, to snatch thee from thy silence and make thee a weapon, defending the weak, sufferings the wrong, fight ing for God and man. Thou art mightier than the sword, greater than bayonet or gun, more dreaded than the warships or sentinels. Thy victories are the grandest victories on history's page. Thou hast fought greater battles and won sweeter laurels than anything else. Thou mouldest public opinion, either for right or wrong. At thy beckon kings and presidents and sen ators fall down or rise up. Religion is thy offspring, science thy footstool, politics thy jest, humanity thy servant. Oh pen, I love thee. Love thee for what thou hast done, love thee for what thou art doing, love thee for what thou canst do. When thou was'C born the earth smiled. What would we mortals do if we had no outlet where the many children of the mind could find a resting place? Methinks the high eminence to which the mind has risen would soon wither and fade away and man would retrograde to his primal state of ignorance. Oh pen, thou holdest civilization in thy grasp and Christianity in thy ward. By reason of thee we converse, soul to soul, mind to mind, with sages and bards who died centuries ago. 'By thee we listen to the lovo-dreams, we re chant the soul-songs, we repeat over again the heart-throbs of minds of classic, ancient penmen. By thee we utter the silent language of our souls to a wondering world, and through thee our thoughts, our hopes, our lan guage, our faiths, our loves, our habits, our virtues and our vices will be echoed through all time to come. My pen to me my master is. We wander ing scribblers, writing about every thing from the sublime to the ridicul ous, do so much writing that it comes second nature to us to push the pen. We push it sometimes when our eyes are dim with tears and our hearts are broken by sorrow and we are so tired, so lonely, so sad, push it along trying to find some bright idea, some beauti ful sentiment, some sweet lullaby that will make the world smile. We push it along sometimes when joy is queen of hearts and when love tingles itself in bells in our ears and when ambition paints a fairy picture over our paper and when life is but a long, loving dream of bliss. And then we push it along gently, softly, tenderly as the twilight of life appeals and the angel songs come nearer and we linger on the margin of death's narrow chasm, like a leaf on a limb in autumn, ready to fall into their silent, majestic, gurg ling wave-tossed epot which is never full and ever at hand, and as we go down into their chasm the last thing we do is to take our pen, the compan ion of our youth, manhood and old age, and with many a fond sigh we bid it good-bye to push a golden pet across the book of life amid the untold glories or glooms of eternity. We like the pen for what it has done but we adore, we love, we magnify it for what we expect it to do. I will hail with joy the day when with the pen all battles shall be fought, all difficulties settled. The sword and the battle ax belong only to a savage, a servile, a hateful country. Make the pen master of the world and let worthy minds wield that pen and the millennium will almost be here. We pen painters get very little remuneration for our toil. Ever and anon somebody sparingly give3 us a kind word to cheer ou3 on our way ; ever and anon we catch a sympathetic smile because of what we have said, but that is about all wo get. Very lit tle silver and gold is given in return for the products of the pen and the mind. We often get hungry pushing the pen along for the world's amuse ment and we often go "homelees near a thousand homes," trusting to eternity for our reward. Readers ought to show their love to all pen-pushers, for they have a tough time tramping and toiling till life's candle flickers out - rv-.-, - - - Don't curse the scribbler, the idea manufacturers, but give them a smile and a kiss, a tear and a prayer. It may be we sometimes paint false pic tures; if so, forgive us for the pen's sake it is so hard to always push straight and then the ink eives out oftentimes and we are so worried. Oh 1 have mercy on the scribbler. And if we, in our ramblings to and fro in the mountains and valleys of the mind find gems that strike your fancy, or sounds that soothe your ear, or flowers whose fragratice you love, then show your appreciation by dropping the scribbler a line of praise or giving, him a word of love. Ah, it is worth a good deal to know that cur fl rcs are appreciated it is an incentive to do better in the future. Now Joe Jackson is not pandering for people to praise him, but he is writing for his fellow-partner's bene fit!. He has got to that position in life where he don't expect anything much, and besides he is fully aware that his thoughts and words and deeds are too worthless, too frail, too foolish to com mand the reader's notice, but there are minds well worth your praise in North Carolina, and it should be freely given. Of course a tramp like me would treas ure fondly to his heart every word of sympathy spoken for him, but then you know he has no one to share with him his joy. Should he pen things that would elicit tho plaudits of the mightiest men in the country and should Joe Jackson's name be heralded with praise all over the country and should he be considered a writer of matchless genius, still what would it all amount to so long as there is no loved one to share with him his glory. But if there was some tender . heart that beat in unison with his, that wept when he wept and smiled when he smiled, thai; would collect all these kind notices and read them to him in the silent eventide and help him enjoy these blessed words of praise, ah, then he might covet such things? My pengood night. I'm weary, I'm sleepy, I'm worn, good by, dear pen. Thou never growest weary but the pen man does. I may die to night, dear pen, but if I do don't weep for me for some worthie's hand will push thee on and on and on. Thou hast been a noble pen so faithful and true, and I'm sorry I've done so little with thee. It does look like some poor world or thought might have been penned that would make the people glad after all our efforts, but I reckon not. So good night. If I die, then bye ; if I live I'll give to the world some more frail, fickle stuff for conscience sake. Adieu, loved pen. And I lay me down like a tired child and was soon dreaming of that glad day when the laboring people were happy and prosperous And, oh my countrymen, what a blessed dream that was the memory of it still makes me happy. Oh that men would, as Mackay says, Clear the way. Men of thought! be up and stirring Night and day: Sow and seel withdraw the enrtain Clear the way. Men of action, aid and cheer them, As ye ma) ! There's a fount about to stream. There's a light about to beam. There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow. There's a midnight blackness charging Into gray; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way! TO BE CONTINUED ALLEGED FUN. What is done cannot be undone, es pecially if it is a hard boiled egg. Texas Sif tings. Employer "Well, Patrick, which is the bigger fool, you or I?" Patrick- "Faith, I couldn't say, sor; but it's not meself." . A sweet little four year old added this clause to her evening petition the other night: "And please help grandma not to talk so much when the pies get burned." Boston Traveller. Bridget "Please, mum, there's a poor man at the door, with a glass eye." Mistress "Why, Bridget, what do you euppose we want of a glass eye? Tell him we don't care for it." It soilappened that several days ago a certain well known lawyer, who, for narrative purposes shall be nameless, came into the official presence of a learned judge, whose cognomen shall likewise be discreetly veiled. The law yer did not arrive alone. He was ac companied by a large number of previ ously encompassed drinks, and, in the language of the pave, a symphonic "brannigan" was concealed about hi3 person. "Mr. 'remarked the Solon, "I am astonished to see you in such a condition." "Dishun !" sighed the law yer, "Wazzer matter?" "There is no need of explaining, sir." "Yesher is. You 'tack my condishun wazzer mat ter wish it?" "To be plain, Mr. , you are very drunk." "Y'r honor," responded the inebriate one, after a moment's pause, "I've been prac'sing here for fifteen years, un' that's the first c'rect decishun I ever heard in this court." It cost him pomething for contempt. j ASTOR ON HIS OWN BOOK. He Expects the Things he Describes Will Come to Pass. Submitted the Book to the Rev. Vibbert to Cut Out Anything Unorthodox. John Jacob Astor, the author of "A Journey in Other worlds," was just leaving the office of John Jacob Astor, the richest landlord in America, yester day noon, when a Sun reporter asked to see him. Many reporters have tried in vain to interview the landlord. Mr. Astor, the author, however, came out to where the reporter was standing. "I am sorry," said he, taking out his watch, but I have to attend a meeting of stockholders down town at this hour. I am afraid I shall have to be excused from enswering your questions." The reporter thought the stockholders could wait when so important a thing as Mr. Astor 's novel was concerned, and suggested that the book had al ready excited great interest, although not yet given to the public. "The Sun had a very good article about it this morning," said Mr. Astor, and he led the way into his office. The author had triumphed over the stock holder. Mr. Aetor has not yet reached his thirtieth birthday. He is considerably more than six feet in height. He is the reverse of all that the ordinary newspaper cut pictures him as being. To be sure there is the same prominent nose and the same high retreating fore head. But his complexion is light, not dark. His cheeks are ruddy with health. The thin, care-worn look com monly displayed in the newspaper cuts is not to be seen in his face. His mous tache is neither black nor heavy. The plot of Mr. Astor's novel has been published. It is supposed to be written in the year 2000, and begins with a description cf New York and the world generally at that time. Elec tricity does all the work, and mechan ical ingenuity reaches its highest de velopment. Then comes the discovery of a new power, which is called "apergy," the reverse of gravitation. by which men are able to rise from earth. The novel describes the ad ventures of three men on the first trip of discovery and exploration to some of the other planets. The book is to be published by D. Appleton & Co. Four generations of Astors have de voted their lives to the development of the faculty of foresight. The original John Jacob Astor, a hundred years ago read the high future of New York so truly that the thousands of dollars he had invested in farms had become 120,000,000 worth of the best city property when he died. That property has continued to increase in value, but the subsequent Astors have all been heavy investors in unimproved land, and they have invested with a judg ment that seems almost like prophecy. When, therefore, an Astor gives his views on v hat New York will be like one hundred years hence, his predictions are worthy of attention. Mr. Astor's book is also nete worthy for its literary merit. Its adventures are realistic, its scientific information is not tedious, and it has a vein of fancy that Mr. Astor did not recsive with his fortune from his great grandfather. "Mr. Astor, do you believe that all your book predicts will c. rnc to ps? ' the reparter asked. "I think much of it will," was the reply. "I believe that there is no limit to the possible development of man, and the present tendency toward mechanical invention and scientific diacovery will continue and that the state of affairs described in my book will some time be realized." "It is suggested in your book that Christ walked on the water and Elijah was caught up into Heaven by the ap plication of a force the reverse of gravitation, which you call apergy. You also describle the abode of de parted spirits as being on the planet Saturn. Do you believe those things?" "Of course, the book is a work of fancy, but I know no reason why the abode of departed spirits should not be on one of the planets. Before giving the book to the publishers, I submitted it to the Rev. Dr. Vibbert, of Trinity chapel and asked him to correct any thing in it that was not orthodox. I did not want to mislead anybody, you know. He made one or two cor rections." "Your assumption that a counter force to gravitation will be discovered is argued with great plausibility in your book," said the reporter." "There i3 reason, I think, for believ ing that such a force exists," replied Mr. Astor. "Indeed, when I wrote the preface of the book I advanced the arguments myself which, by the ad vice of the publishers, appear now in the opening chapter as coming from Dr. Cortlandt, one of the characters in the story. If you accept the atomic theory you must also believe that the atoms do not touch each other. That is one of the first principles in studying natural science. Now, I asked myself, what keeps the atoms from touchiog? j There must be something which resists the law of cohesion there. And, if so why "may we not ultimately discover it and apply it on a larger scale?" In the opening chapter of the book Dr. Cortlandt is made to say that elec tricity is of two kinds, positive and negative. Yet, although this principle was known for hundreds of years, men never thought of finding the negative force that is the opposite of gravitation. It was true, he went on that a few Hindo jugglers and European predes tidigitateurs gave exhibitions of people suspended without visible means of support, and although most of these exhibitions were pure illusions, it was fair to believe, in the light of the event ual discovery of 'apergy, that some of them really exercised that power with out realizing its great benefit to hu manity. "You have read Bellamy's 'Looking Backward'?" "Yes." "But your book has very little to say about social problems." "I found there was scarcely room for that." "When did you conceive of the idea of writing a book?" "About two years ago I began," re plied Mr Astor. "It was a gradual growth. It is in three books, you know, and bound together they make over 400 pages. "When I set about writing I made a list of the books that had a bearing on the subject. I was surprised to see how many there were. I was also sur prised to find a considerable discrepancy between different authors on simple questions of astronomical science. For instance, when I tried to find the angle of inclination of the axis of each planet to the plane of its orbit, I came upon the widest differences of opinion. Again, in estimating the relative power of gravitation on Jupiter, as compared with that of the earth, some authorities did not agree. In cases where I found two or more good athorities in support of my own views I went ahead with the story on the lines supported by those authorities. "I was very irregular in my literary work. For two months last summer I did not touch the book. I worked as I felt the inspiration, and have some times worked nearly all night. It was kept a profound secret, and when finished was given to a typewriter to copy, and after being corrected as to its theological leanings by Dr. Vibbert, was submitted to Mr. Hitchcock." "In which of the characters did you feel the greatest personal interest? ' "There are three leading characters in the book, and I tried to make them all equally interesting. The character of Col. Bearwardea was suggested to me by a friend with whom I took a shooting trip in Florida, also a Colonel. He had developed the copper mines of Lake Superior and reclaimed a great deal of land in Florida from the Ever glades. In the early part of the book I make one of the characters say that the undertaking before thein is greater than either of theaa enterprises. I wrote that in the hope that any hunt ing companion, the Colonel would see it and recogn'za himself. Dr. Cort landt, a second character, is a practical man, and Ayrult, the youngest man, 13 somewhat sentinel, although he is also intensely scientific. "I wrote what I did about an im proved pavment in the streets of New York in the hope that some time my suggestion would help bring about a better pavement. I firmly believe in the great future of electricity, and have for amusement and instruction an electric launch on t-e Harlem." New York Sun. SOME HOME REMEDIES. For a bee sting, make a paste of earth and water. Cover the stung place with it, bind it on and it will soon give relief. When a felon first begins to appear cut off the end of a lemon, put the finger in it and keep it there as long aa it can be borne. For a sore throat, try a frequent gargles of salt and water. If a little is swallowed it will allay the irritation, cleanse the throat and do no harm. For stains on the hands nothing is better than salt moistened with lemon m m m mm juice, kud tne spots wen with tna mixture, then wash off in clean water. It is said that a good remedy for strengthening and clearing the voice is to beat the white of an egg with tho juice of a lemon and sweeten it well with sugar and U3e as needed. To cure round shoulders, sleep per fectly horizontal that is, without any bolster or pillow. The habit can easily be acquired of sleeping thus, and the round shoulders will soon be straight ened. For a cough, boil an ounce of whole flaxseed in a pint of water, strain and add a little honey, the j'lice of to lemons and an ounce of rock candy. Stir together and boil a few minutes. Drink hot.