The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1858-08-10

indefinitely. The switching il done BY horses,
and the time required TO run up the car, load it,
| and send IL down the main track does not ex-
coed twenty seconds ana We saw them load
| four cars per minute for several minutes. The
excavators are placed on temporary tracks or
blocks and are moved BY their own power. The
| shovel of the excayator Is so large that one
shovel full fills car. The depth to which the
machines cut ia about twelve feet, and the sur.
| face already gone over about ten acres.
GREEN, THE DIvER.-The New York Courier
1 Enquirer gives the following narrative Of tho
lying at the bottom Of Lake Erie. Poor Green!
his daring was too severely punished:
Not many months since . vessel was lost In
water, whose depth at the place Of the founder.
ing was about liza feet. There was portion
| OF the cargo SO valuable that it became adyisa.
bic TO use every effort possible to recover it, 1t
was scarcely possible to do anything. II was
fair beyond oil ordinary means Of human &C.
ton, il might be reached but it would be q bold
attempt By the diver. He was sought AM
found and recompense, which, on land would
be pFincely one, was guaranteed to him. Men
will do more than ''does become q man" for
rich reward To feed him with air, powerful
pump, worked by six men, was brought, and =,
hose doubly strengtbened, was made. All the
appliances that the most liberal management
could suggest were ready for his aid. He was
surrounded by intelligence and courage and
humanity. He dared the deep water once,
twice seven times. The man at the break OF
the air pump wrought with the might Of earnest
strength They fed the vital current 10 the
bold diver, and he had the courage 20 trust
them. Their work was his breath When he
came up he told the gentleman that supern-
tended the trial, that the air at that depth, "A
the machinery forced it to him, cracked and
Kissed Ike the frying Of hot fat, and that eve.
ry movement of the pump fell on his breas, like
the crow.bar! You 20 down no more for me.
said the kind-hearted gentleman, no sioot. by
him, as he came on deck. In the intensity OF
all his experience, this too daring man besonght
for the opportunity for another trial. The
gentleman refused, but the diver insisted on
going for himself He went, and returned a
paraiyzed man, and just holding life now
crawls along. The claret bottle at his girdle,
corked tishtly and empty, was filed when he
came back, though the cork was not disturbed
The water had forced itself beyond power OF
cork or glass.
BABE IN THE WooDs.-The Philadelphia
Ledger relates curious incident connected with
picnic at Fairview. gentleman and his
wife, aunt and child three months old. were
among the pleasure seekers. The vile was
taken sick, and the child was given in charge
of the aunt. When the car whistle sounded
Tor the party to return, the aunt placed the
sleeping babe on the ground. spreading her tai.
ma under it, while she went to a distant part Of
the grow TO procure her bonnet. Returning
by different route she missed the child. but
supposed she had properly retraced her steps,
and that the baby had been taken by its parents
So thinking, she got the train taking a car
distant from that in which the parents were
seated, and all returned 10 Philadelphia On
arriving in the city, the fact that the child was
not a passenger at all, was disclosed to the mu-
tual CONSERVATION Of the parties. Tie baby
was well taken care of however, for a dog be-
longing to a gentleman living near the grove
found the sleeping infant, End his barking and
extraordinary gambols about it, attracted the
attention OF It's master TO it, who took the
child home, where it was tenderIy cared for by
the ladies. But at midnight, a loud knocking
at the door aroused the household, and the
anxious father-who had Immediately taken a
horse and driven back to the grove in search
of his lost heir,-joytuy reclaimed the babe.
Webster had an snecdote OF old Father Scarf,
the Minister of his boyhood, which has never
been in print, and which is too good to be lost.
II was customary to wear buck skin bieeches ia
cold weather. One Sunday morning in the au-
tumn, Father Scarf brot down his from the gar
ret; but the wasps had taken possession Of it
during the summer, and were having a nice
time Of it in them. By dint of effort he got
out the intruders and dressed for meeting
But while reading the Scriptures to the Congre-
cation, he felt dagger from one Of the en-
ragged small wasted fellows, and jumped around
the pulpit Shaping his thighs. But the more
he slapped and danced the more he stuns The
people thought him crazy, and were in commo-
ton as to what TO do, bur he explained the mat
ter by saying, Brethren, don't be alarmed
the Word of the Lord is in my mouth, but the
Devil is in my breechesln Webster always
told it with glee, to the ministers.-Boston Cor.
Times.
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