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CLARE, MICHIGAN, FIMJ   '.I, AUGUST 8, 1879
NUMBER 14;
Jit® Glare   County  Press.
1SSTJEB EVERY FRIDAY AT
Clase, Clare County, Mich.,
AIj"ViyRO F. GOODENOUGH.
Advertising' Kiat^F.
Thefollowing Table of Advertising Rates has
faeettearefully arranged according to a plan based
oe space required and timk continued. _ Special
carets taken to set up and arranga advertisements
in a systematic manner, thus making them more
attractive than wheit jumbled together..
.'-..-;     TABLE'OF ADVERTISING  KATES.
A STJSKMHG   OLD JPOEIffi.
i \yk   2\vk   4wk  2 mos   ^.mos 6 mos  lyr
■"'    ' *' '        10.00
15.00
20.0a
25.00
30.00
50.00
80.00
Business Carps, 3 lines $$. per year; each ad-
diJiotjal lihe,$i.
tj&B&x. Notices—Rates prescribed by faw.3!
LtidAl. NoTicEs-^io cts. per line each insertion.
Ati Advertising payable quarterly in Advance.
x inch $1.00
i*5°
2.50
3-5o
4-5o
6.50
z isf •     1.50-
2.25
3-75
5-25
7.00
1.000
3 in      2\oo
3.00,
5.00
7.00
g .co
13.00
4 in      2.50
S-75
6.25
8-75
11.25
16.00
j£ col   3,00
4.50
7.50
10.50
13-50
19.50
J* col  6.00
9.00
14.00
20.00
25.00
35.00
X   Col TO.CO
15.00
20,00
30.00
35.00
50.00
BUSINESS CAKDS,
E. B. WHEATCKN*. C. W. PERRY
WHEATON & PERRY,
GLARE,       -       -       MICH.
All businass intrusted with them will receiv
prompt attention. Collections made and Real Ee
tateboughtandsold. OfficeMaynardBlock,MainSt
¥HrM. H. ELDEN,- Jeweler and
y  -    dealer m Wall Paper, Books and Stationery, Sewing Machine Fixtures, etc., Clare.,
(O.EO. W. JEPEEBIES, Judge of
^_XT Peoeate and Justice o? thS Peace, Clare.
Special attention'given to making collections. Of-
ce on Main Street.
'(uJ-EO, J. CUMMINS,     :      -
Attormy-at-Law and Bolieitor,
Gourt Home Bulletinff, Farwell, Mich.
c. casteklen;
Attorney-aBd-CouBselor-at-Iiaw, and
Counselor & Solicitor in Chancery,
OouH Souse Building, FarweU,Mieh.
H
OV BODGE, Justice , op the
. o Peace and Notary Ptblic, Vernon, has
Qgbd Farming- Lands fob- Sale
Cheap.   Titles Perfect,
Terms Easy. ■
H. 0. Dodgke, Pbwell, Mich. _
Q H.'SUTHEBLANB,..   .        *
Notary Public & Insurance Agt. ■
Money to Loan
':   '^ & COOLEY, "*""    '
BBAXER IN
Harness, Whips, Bobes, & Blankets.
The best assortment of Trunks and Traveling
bags in town, and prices the lowest.
THE BEST OE MATERIAL USED.
All work  warranted-   Repairing done  promptly
I will sell cheaper than can be bought elsewhere in Saginaw Valley.'
"O UBEN SMITH,
NOTARY PUBLIC.
Beal Estate and Insurance Agent.
0 MAELIK, EHICM.
Particular attention paid to looking land, estimat
ingpine timber, adjusting trespasses-and paying
taxes for nort residents.
^J Manhattan Fire InsuranceCompany of New York
Strang and sound, with low rates.
B. JEPFEBIES,
DEALER IN
FRESH & SALT MEAT,
. Fresh and Cured Fish,
Fine Groceries and General
Farm Produce.
Cheapest'TEA in TownS
Cash paid for hides.
MAIN STBEET, CLABE.
HOTELS,- LIVEBIES, Ac.
■^EW^EUBNrfuSr^WLY
Refitted, New Proprietor.
ST. JAMES HOTEL,
MOUNT PLEASANT,   MICH.
FirstClass Accommodations.   Good Sample Rooms
for Agents. Good Barn.
■piABWELL BILLIABE HALL,
EABWELLj-MICH.   ■   '" »■
^-   finest""cigars,
Pure Wines, tdquors, Ales, Beer, Porter, Cider, Me.
Those desiring a pure article are invited to call.
'.     ".. HENRY  NEWTON.
qUMMEBS & NEWTON,,
Proprietors of the
FAR WELL. LIVERY.
FORSES & CARRIAGES
,     TO LET.
Parties conveyed everywhere in this
section.and vicinity,
X^Terms reasonable.
AGLE HOTEL,
CoraL .Montcalm..Co.,
ich.
A. EBED GOODENOUGH, Prop.
.A. XeiteBBesrsiimce iHCoims©.
This is a new house, neatly furnished, convenient
to the trains, with good accommodations at reasonable prices. -     .......
CEOtfPHB TL.TT^Mm.'W ATT^ACIBnSHD.
Who shall judge man from his manner,
Who shall know him by his dress ?
Paupers may be fit for P/inces,
Princes fit for nothing else.
Crumpled shirt and dirty jacket
May beclothe the golden ore'
Of the deepest thoughts and feelings—
Satin vest can do no more.
There are streams of crystal nectar
Ever flowing out of stone;
There are purple beds and golden,
Hidden, crushed and overthrown;
■ God, who counts by souls, not dresses,
Loves and prospers you and me,
While he values thrones the highest
But as pebbles in the sea.
Man, upraised above his fellows;
Oft forgets bis fellows then;
. Masters—rulers—lords, remember
That your meanest kinds are men!
Men of labor, men of feeling,
• Men of thoughts, aid men of fame,
Claiming equal rights to sunshine
In a man's ennobling name.
There are foam-embroidered oceans,
There are little wood-clad rills;
There are feeble inch-high saplings',
There are cedars on the hills.   ,
God, who counts by souls, not stations,
Loves and prospers you and me;
For to Him all vague distinctions
Are as pebbles in the sea.
Toiling hands alone are builders
Of the nation's wealth and f ame;        ,
Titled laziness is pensioned,
Fed and fattened on the same;
By the sweat of others' foreheads,
Living only to rejoice,
While the poor man's outraged freedom
Vainly lifts its feeble v oice.
Truth and justice are eternal,
Born with loveliness and light;
Secret wrongs shall never prosper
While there is a sunny right;
God, whose world-wide voice is sincing
Boundless love to you and me,
Links oppression, with its titles,
But as pebbles in the sea.
BEAJDOI   &RmJD>EE5S EXPEEUDSlfflo
BY E. B. w.
"I hope the children haven't been any
trouble to you, Miss Pect?" Said Deacon Grinder, as his one-horse chaise
drew up on the green in front of Miss
Philena Peck's house.
Miss Peck hurried out, all smiles, to
greet the porfcly widower.
"The/little darlings!" cried she effusively^ "Trouble, indeed! Why,
deacon, how you talk! It's a positive
pleasure to have 'em here. I should
like to keep them a week."
The deacon smiled and shook his
head.
" That would be a little too much,"
said he. Come, children, jump into the
wagon."
And the three apple-cheeked little
Grinders—two- girls and a boy—were
kissed and hugged, and lifted into the
wegon by the beaming spinster. •
„,■>■*-
goae,-' uuq &£a<i
"I do so dote on chit
dreni Bemember, darlings, that the_
gooseberries will be ripe next week,"
and your own Peck will be only too happy to see you again."
The Widow Olapp came hurrying
out as the chaise rattled by, with a tin
pail in her hand.
"Dear me, Deacon Grinder," said she,
" you are always in a hurry. Do stop a
minute, can't you ? Here's a pail of our
new honey in the comb. I know the
darlings will like it on their bread and
butter of an evening. When are they
coming to spend the day with me? I
declare, Josie is growing a perfect
beauty!"
"Tut, tut, Mrs. Clapp!" said the
deaeon, his face shining all over with
satisfaction. "Handsome is that handsome does.   That's my motto."
"And nobody can't do handsomer
than my little Joe," said Mrs. Clapp.
"And there's Tommy grown as handsome as you; drop in to tea some evening this week."
The deacon had hardly guided his
old horse around the coiner of the
villiage green when Mrs. Barbara
Bowyer tripped out of the millinery
store.
"I do hope you'll excuse me, Deacon
Grinder," said she, with all the pretty
confusion which naturally belongs to a
maiden of six-and-thirty summers, "but
I was so edified with your be-yu-tiful
remarks in prayer-meeting Monday
night, that I couldn't help setting myself to work to think what I could do
for you. And here's a collar I've stitched for dear Tommy, and a handkerchief
I've embrodiered for Josie, and a doll
I've taken the liberty to dress for
Dorothy. O, don't thank me, pray.
It ain't nothing compared to the piece
of mind I got listening to precious remarks."
But Haomi Poole, sitting at her
needle-work, b'y the old red farm-house
window, had only a smile and a nod for
the party as they drove by.
"Pa," said Josie, who was a shrewd,
sallow-faced child of eleven, "don't Miss
Poole love us as well as Miss Peck and
Mrs. Clapp and Miss Barbara Bowyer?"
"I hope so, my child," said the benign
deacon. "Why do you ask the question?"
Because she never gives us any thing,"
said Josie.
"She is poor, child—she is poor,"
said the deacon. "But I am sure you
all have her good wishes."
"I'd rather have honey," said Tommy.
"And gooseberries and dolls," added
little Dorothy.
But when the deacon sat alone by Ms
hearthstone' that evening, his sister,
Miss Mahala Ann Grinder, expressed
herself on the subject with great plainness and perspicacity.
"If you've really made up your mind
to marry again," said she—
"I think it would add to my domestic
felicity," said the deacon, serenely.
"In that case," said Miss Mahala Ann,
"I do hope you'll make a sensible
choice, and. not allow yourself to be imposed upon by a nack of selfish widows
and scheming old maids."
;1
"Sister," said the deacon, mildly,'
"you are severe."
"No, I ain't," said Mahala Ann. "If
you wasn't well-to-do in the world, and
hadn't a nice * home and farm and
money at interest, they wouldn't none
of them look twice at you "
"Do you think so?" said the deacon,
and he pondered the question long and
earnestly in his own mind. "Upon the
whole," said he, bringing down his palm
upon the table, "I ain't sorry that those
investments of mine in the Mariposa
Silver Mining Company have proved a
failure."
"Whac do you mean?" said Miss
Mahala Ann, curiously eyeing him over
the top of her spectacles.
But the deacon only shook his head
and smiled.
"Time will show," said he, "time will
show."
The news that Deacon Grinder was
wrecked in Mariposa silver mining
Stock flew like wildfire through the
peaceful community at Pitchville Four
Corners. i.
"Well," saidv Miss Philena Peck, "I
am beat." ;
"He never had no judgment in money
matters," said the Widow Clapp.
"I've thought all along that he was
living too fast," said Barbara Bowyer.
"Those poor little children, what is
to become of them?" said Naomi Poole,
wistfully. *
The next day the deacon made his
appearance at Miss Peck's homestead,
pale and rather shabby, with a child in
each hand and one following him.
" Miss Peck;," said he, "X suppose you
have heard the news ?"
" Xes," said Miss Peck, looking vinegar and tack nails. "Hit's your fail*
ure as you mean."
, " I think of going to California," said
the deacon, " to see what I can do, and
if, in the meantime,,you could be induced to. give my children a home—"
"0, dear,no!" said Miss Peck. "I
never could get along with a. pack of
children I I dare say you can find some
orphan asylum or place of that sort, hj
inquiring around a little."
Miss Peck sat so very upright/and
glared so frightfully -out of ' nor' light
blue eyes at the deacon, that he was'
fain to beat a retreat as soon as possible. *
'He  knocked  next   at the  Widow
Clapp's door.   A slipshod servant-saaie
opened it.
"Is Mrs. Clapp at home?'" he 83l~cL
A head was thrust-over the efcrr""  "- 3
out:
"It's that Josiah Grinder with his
swarm of young ones! Tell him I am
particular engaged. Do you hear, Betsey—particular."
Miss Barbara Bowyer was arranging
trimmed hats and rolls of bright-colored ribbon in her bow-window as the
deacon and the little ones entered the
shop.
" Miss Bowyer," said the deacon, " you
were ever a genial and charitable soul.
It is to you that I trust to make a home
for my motherless little .ones, while I
endeavor to retrieve my lost fortunes in
the far West."
" I couldn't think of such a thing,"
said Miss Barbara, dropping a box of
artificial rose-buds in her consternation.
" And I really think, Deacon. Grinder,
you haven't no business to expect it of
me! It's all I can do to support myself,
let alone a pack of unruly children. I
dare say the poor master could so something for them, or—"
" I thank you," said the deacon, with
dignity. " I shall trouble neither you
nor him."
" Well," said Miss Bowyer, with a toss
of her head, " you needn't fly into a rage
because a neighbor offers you a bit of
good advice!"
But Naomi Poole ran out to the little
garden gate as the forlorn deacon
went by.
"Deacon Grinder," hesitated she,
turning rose red and white by turns, " is
this true?"
" About my Mariposa investment?
Yes."
"And that you are going to California?"
. "lam talking of it," said the deacon.
" Would—could you let me take care
of the little ones while you are gone ? "
said Naomi, tenderly drawing little
Dolly to her side. "I am very fond of
children, and I would take the best care
of them. And you have been so kind
to mother and me. Deacon Grinder,
that we should feel it a privilege to be
able to do something for you."
And poor, soft-hearted little Naomi
burst out crying. There was a moisture on the deacdn's eyelashes, too.
"God bless you, Naomi!" said he.
*'You are a good girl—a very good
girl."
■ .* ' ZZlm PMlena's charitable hopes
vc- iUiiled, The deacon never did
re;.    • of' Ma bargain, • •
THE SUMJAMJE,
Mieir
SHMJSra&fc $0£&S.
'_    ' cattle trade of Arkansas
gx-.l   .13 greatly.
>, air growing is becoming a, leading
it '    zy in Western Texas!
~\< Philadelphia ship-yards have
oj       bout 750 men now employed.
1 ' - of the nineteen window-glass
fii-' ":j3 in Pittsburgh, fifteen are in
oj;     Ion.
2 .' apple crop of Western North
C1 xa'ras jilmost wholly destroyed
i>"     ."3I*-3 frosts.   ■■.'■'
v'f 1 trails are $0 a ton higher now
i' ... :.3b year at this time, steel rails $3
1 -: , •** iron $1 to $3.
i    -•  ^KTOLTUKAL-IMPLEMENT manufact-
7    - > report larger sales and a "brighter
(       "s than for years before.
r-u agricultural interests in Louis-
:■ - are in a healthy condition, and
■j isrs were never in a more prbsper-
c     condition than now.
jiM. been customary among glass
l - iifasturers to shut down every year
i:'' 1 couple of weeks in July, but,, so
L..' :aone have shut down this year.
' "3 season's trade in Western cattle
Ir ' ::ow opened. It is expected that the
c:., >." will be larger than ever before.
2- • apt in portions of Colorado, the
<r- :?a on the plains wintered in good
o -iition, and are ready for market as
<-    7 as last season.
. '■. very cheering indication of the'
Si. soved condition of business in the
T>" A is given in the fact that the clear-
ir t of the Chicago banks for the first
rt naonths of this year amounted to
f ■ .3,000,000, an increase of nearly $80,-
1. J,000, or more than 15 per cent, over
v" a corresponding six month of last
! ~-
" Ain't it true? " said Philena Peck.
"Well," said Mrs. Mopsley, "it is,
and it ain't. He did lose what he invested in them Mariposa mines, but it
was only a thousand; and the rest of
his money's all tight and safe in United
States bonds and solid real estate."
"Bless me!" said Barbara Bowyer.
"Well, I never 1" said the Widow
Clapp, with a discomfited countenance.
" And," went on Mrs. Mopsley, with
evident relish in the consternation she
was causing, " they are building a new
wing to the house, and he is to be married to Naomi Poole in the fall."
"A child like that!" said Mrs. Clapp.
With no experience whatever!" said
"Barbara Bowyer, scornfully.
. "I hope he won't repent of his bargain," said Miss Philena Peck.
.    "-Umidj Wake Up!w
Sixty years ago, Durham, Conn., was
jown as an old-fashioned, sleepy town
1 1,000 inhabitants.   About the only
"itisement of its chief men and women
~T.ic-'a-brac and painting on  panels
'I porcelain were then unknown—was
L.   5T0W genealogical trees, whose roots
'.. down to Godric the Saxon.   Some
1' '"lase precious trees rooted them-
i • /rwri; least, such wns the ajprma-
u^i^^lZ caceafcrai pride- -not'far from
f:j.^^\l2pircox SrV,   The olespy old
'..Utwii.  ,j-iciU," 'ilOwOVfcl7,   Li   £j^iiu'tyr ui!Us!3
itself "in genealogy, for it produced a
number of remarkable men— the Chaun-
ceys. the Wadsworths, the Lymans, the
Austins, and the Goodriches—celebrated in the literary, clerical, legal and
official annals of a doisen States of the
Union.
But the town, nevertheless, was
sleepy, and so were the people—when
in church. One hot Sunday morning
in midsummer, as the minister, Bev.
David Smith, paused at his "Seventhly,
my brethren," he looked around.
Everybody seemed indifferently to
"seventhly," for, with one exception,
they were all asleep. Even the deacons, occupying the seat of honor, were
nodding assent to what they heard not.
The only person who appeared to be
awake and listening was the minister's
eldest son, David.
Looking down upon him, the preacher
shouted, in his loudest tone:
"David, wake up!"
In an instant, every man, woman and
child awoke, and, in after-times, "David,
wake up 1" became the irritant, more effective than fennel, with which the
good people drove away -the drowsy
imp.       t       '
It jtever Bains in Coloraio.
It usgd to be said, before the settlement of the country and breaking up
of the soil, etc., "It never rains in
Colorado." This could be said without
fear of much contradiction. All this is
changing apparently. Every succeeding year notes the fall of more rain
than the previous year. I have been
here since the last of March, and I will
venture to say that as much rain has
fallen in Colorado as in Connecticut
during the same period. All of the
"old Barnacles," as the old settlers
("59ers") are called, note with increased
astonishment and disgust the prevalence of rain-storms in this unusually dry
section. Of course the farmers of the
State enjoy the prospective change.
The time may come when the necessity
of irrigation will not be felt as now.
The interests of agriculture in this
State are to a considerable degree overshadowed by the mining interests, and
in consequence their importance is but
slightly understood beyond the boundaries of the State. But a small portion
of the State is susceptible of cultivation,
and the success of raising good crops
has depended heretofore and does now
to a large extent depend upon an or
ganized system of irrigation. And in
those portions of Northern Colorado and
in the San Louis valley and in other
localities in southern part of the State
State where proper provisions have been
made for irrigation, nowhere can be
found more bountiful harvests or beautiful fields.—Denvet Correspondence.
The Imperial Museum at Vienna
has lately become possessed of some of
the instruments used by Australian savages to induce their gods to give them
rain. These are small lancet-shaped
pieces of wood smeared with red ochre
and rudely engraved. They are used
in mystical ceremonies, attended with
incantations.
BTqw the: Sioux Ihdlaais Celebrated
Annual Feast.
A letter received" at the Interior Department from   Dr.   T. Woodbridge,
agency physician for the^ Port Peck
agency,   gives   the following  graphic
description of the annual "sun-dance " of
the Sioux nation, which took place near
Poplar river in Montana Territory about
four weeks ago: " I have just witnessed
the great Indian:festival of the*sun-
dance' or worship of the. sun.   Great
preparations had been made for it, and
everything was on the grandest scale.
The city of lodges was moved and the
Indians camped on a plain inclosing %'
hollow square large  enough for the
movements of thousands of horsemen*
In the center the great pavilion or med-
icine-lodge was erected, 150 feet in diameter, the outside formed' of  small
posts of green poplar and willow thickly
interwoven with, green branches.   Resting on this, and on a rude framework
within, all around for about twenty feet
the space was covered with buffalo skins,
forming  the ' dress circle,' places assigned to the musicians and actors or
dancers.   In the center was the great
medicine pole, fifty feet high. Only the
men occupied the deep circle, where
they were feasted during the peform-
ahce of twenty-eight continuous hours,,
daring which time about forty dogs;
were immolated and eaten, besides large
quantities of buffalo meat, wild turnip-
heads and hot cauldrons of other eatables that are nameless.    About 5,000
Indians were present.  All had op. their
holiday attire.   The dresses of some of
the chiefs and those acting as directors
or priests were gorgeous.
"When all was prepared, amid the
waving of' banners, music, and the loud
.shouting of the assembled throng, over
fifty braves entered, each painted arid-
naked to the waist. Each carried in
his hand an ornamented whistle, made'
from the bone of an eagle's wing, which
was blown shrilly during the dancing;
Each also carried & bouquet -coMposed
mostly of the wild sage. The first after-,
noon's performance would have been
called wonderful for display of heroism
and power to endure and suffer. Many
had from fifty to 200 pieces cut out of
the flesh of their arms and back. The
dance was .kept up all night with unabated fervor, every performance having something new and startling. ' But
in the morning torture reigned supreme,
men dancing with two, three and four
■buffelo. heado suspended, from holes cut
in iheir/ flesh. •' Otto1 Indian.^=sge^©^r
the ground eight buffalo heads fastened
to the flesh of his back, and in the
stooping posture he was forced to assume they had torn the cuts in his back
to the extent of three inches. Others
were held by four different cords, two
in the breast and two in the back, fastened to four stakes, and still others
were fastened to the center-pole with
ropes which were fastened to the breast
and back. Some, in addition to being
fastened by the flesh of their breasts,
had buffalo heads suspended from the
back, and they would be seized by the
hanging heads and jerked until one
would think Iheir life would be forfeited. Others made frantic efforts to break
loose, and I often noticed the integument to be stretched three or four
Liches from the body. Some fell faint
and exhausted, and with wild shouts,
the din of music, and wierd songs, made
of it a perfect pandemonium. The
dancers took neither food, sleep nor
water during the festival. Their dancing, their invocations and their prayers
were fervent. They laid their laces oh
the buffalo heads while praying for suc^
cess in hunting, and the priest wept
and asked the Great Spirit to give them
success in the chase, and let them have
food for their wives and. children,
Also to give them plenty of horses, to
prosper them, and help them to subdue
their enemies."
A (Criminal Cause Celebre0
At about 7 o'clock on the evening o "
Nov. 2,1874, a lovely young woman
Susan A. Hanson, sat with her mother,
an elderly lady, in the kitchen of their
home, in Brookfield Center. The curtains still remained up. The mother
and daughter belonged to ■% much-respected family, and were just then cosily chatting and knitting by the fireside,
when there came a thundering report,
and, crashing through the window, a
charge of buckshot, and the lovely
young woman fell a ghastly corpse,
without a struggle, at her mother's feet.
The shrieks of the terrified mother
awoke sleepers in the house and aroused
the neighbors. Search was made far
and near; public sentiment was at the
fever-heat of righteous indignation;
detectives were employed, and after a
time Buzzell, an intelligent stone-cutter, owning and carrying on a good
farm, was arrested for the cowardly
murder, tried, acquitted and discharged.
He was suspected because he was a gay
deceiver, had courted the victim of the
tragedy, Miss Hanson, and had suddenly deserted her and married another
woman. He had made insinuations
against her character, and she had attempted to establish her good reputation by a suit at law for breach of promise to marry, which was to be heard on
the day after the murder, and Buzzell,
the defendant, had expressed a wish
that she were dead. However, he
proved an alibi, and went forth to continue to live in the same community—
a free, if not an unsuspected man.
Subsequently, a young rascal named
Cook, arrested for arson, confessed in
detail that he killed Susan Hanson, and'
that Buzzell hired and assisted him to
doit. Buzzell was rearrested. Then
arose a legal question that greatly
troubled- the cpurts—could one who
hag been acquitted as' a principal in a
felony be convicted as, an accessory in
the same, felony?- The Judges held
that he could, and Buzzell was again
tried and was convicted chiefly oh the
testimony of the man Cook, who was
discnarged from custody for his valuable evidence. In the course of time,
Oooktook a solemn oath that his statement that he was the one who held the
gun and took part in the affair was
wholly false, and that his testimony in
court "to that.effect was also false in every respect, thus parading himself as
an unmitigated liar and perjurer. His
conflicting statements threw the public
into a state of agitation, which was in'
no way allayed by the conviction of
Messrs. Conway -ana! Cowen, the principal detectives m the case, for conspiracy in another matter, .and their affidavits that the Buzzell prosecution was
also a,"put-up job" Bnzzell's counsel
demanded a new trial, and the Supreme
Court of the State, sis; Judges sitting,.
reviewed- the case, satisfying .themselves of the moral certainty of the
prisoner's guilt, and decided that justice had been dealt himl He was accordingly hanged on the 10th of July,
—Springfield (Mass.yBepublictik*    '
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iSMees of Wild latimals'iii Eaglamia :
Lions or tigers, £80 each; pumas, 430 j
leopards, £20; cheetahs, £&{); black
panthers, $150; clouded tigers, £300 j
jaguars, £30 to £40; ocelots, £3 to £10j
Tivierre cats,>£10; servals, £4; lynx,
£5 to £15; hyenas, £12 to sS30; Aard
wolf, £40 to £100; civet cats, £2 to £101
paradoxines, £2 to £5; ichneumons,
£25; wolf, £5 to £10; silver fox, £10? ,
coatimundis or raccoons, £2; Polar
bears, £25; brown bears, £10; Syriaa
or black tears, £12; Japanese or BMm-.
layan bears., £1.5; sloths, £10) b.e&ver@,\
£40 the pair; porcupines, £@ each;:
agoutti, £2. -A rhinoceros costs froga
£400 to £1,000 ;sthe one now in stock is
a young one, and worth about £5005 I*
feeds, the attendant toldfus, on "sloppy
food," which Mr, Jamrach interpreted
to niean pig-wash, and passes a serene
existence, in confinement, dividing its
time between consuming as much as IS?
can hold and going to sleep. Elephants
are cheaper in this country than in ,
India, an African elephant being now
only worth about £80, and an Indian
elephant from £150 to £300.. Indian
tapirs cost about £150, and the South
iik^t-^car-c^e!?i3eja.8,£ro2i}„.-£Si) tr> .?lft*
a llama or nylgherie will "fetch £30~ to
£40, and a zebra is worth from £100 to
£160, while kangaroos are sold at from
£10 to £600 the pair. Monkeys vary.
much in price, ranging from the tiny
marmoset at £1, to the chimpanzee or
orang-outang at £100. Most of the animals enumerated above might be found
somewhat inconvenient in a private
menage, but4>irds are more manageable
pets. Those who fancy them may purchase Australian finches, wimbles,
Tasmanian devils, etc., at from 8s.
to £2 a pair; while parrots, paroquets,
lores, etc., range from 8s. to £50 the
pair.—Saturday Review.
i      An Oriole's Hatred of a Bog.
An incident, interesting to students
of natural history, occurred a few days
ago at a residence in this city. In front
of the house a small tree is growing, in
which an oriole, some time ago, took up
its abode, building a nest and evincing
an intention to raise a family. The
owner of the house has a spaniel, over
which he has shot innumerable game
birds within a few years past. Prom the
time the oriole began to build its nest it
exhibited a marked antipathy to the
dog, flying at him boldly whenever he
came in front of the house and pecking
him until he retired from the field. This
occurred several times, the bird always
coming off victorious. Of^ late the oriole
has shown more objection than common
to the dog, perhaps because there are
now some young ones in the nest. On
Sunday last the unhappy spaniel came
out to lie on the front steps, but was
not allowed to enjoy his rest unbroken,
for the Oriole swept down on him,
pecked his back, flapped his wings in
his eyes, and made it so uncomfortable
for him that the dog ran into the house.
But his trouble did not end there, for
the bird went into the house after him,
beating him continually.—Rochester
Union.	
The Champion Workman, of Connecticut.
The hardest working man in the
State lives in Norwalk.. By birth he is
a Swede, and by occupation an iron-
molder. He is occupied in a Norwalk .
foundry, and does every day what is
considered a fair day's work for two
men. Beginning at 4 o'clock in the
morning, he keeps busy until 7 at night,
not even stopping for his meals.. When
he goes to his work in the morning he
crrries with him a pail containing soup
and black bread. This pail he places
on a shelf over his bench, and when
hungry he grasps the pail in his teeth,,
and, throwing his head back, drinks the
soup. While he is drinking his fingers
are busy packing the sand into the
mold, and when he stops for a bite of
black bread it is but for an instant. His
day's work is always 200 molds, while
120 molds is considered a good day's
work for a first-class workman. This
man seems to have no interest in anything but his work, makes no unnecessary acquaintances, and discourages all
of his companions who show a willingness to associate with him.—New Haven Register.
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