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Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19
The Duke of Cumberland and the Press
Gang.

Abuses having crept into the Eng
lish navy during the last century, par
ticularly in the impress service, the
Duke of Cumberland resolved to march
into the truth of what had been report
ed. Accordingly, one morning, be went
with an officer of rank, both dressed as
common sailors, to Mapping, where,
entering the public house, they desired
the landlady to furnish them with
private room, stating they had heard,
since they came on shore, that the press
was very hot The treacherous hostess
took their money with a low courtsey,
and retired; but Immediately sent for
press gang, and related the whole sto-
ry, observing, withal, that one of the
men was so fat he was scarcel ly worth
taking. The gang burst into the room
and after we'll feigned resistance, the
duke and his friend suffered themselves
to be dragged on board the tender where
they were roughly interrogated and rep
rimanded for daring to resist his maj
esty's officers. The duke replied, and
inveighed against them in sharp terms
for using men so cruelty; upon which
he and his companion were ordered be-
low With this order the duke refused
to comply; on which the captain of the
tender, exasperated at his irmness, said
he should soon know who he was, and
ordered them to be stripped and hogged.
The duke exclaimed "strip me if you
dare ~ This was not to be endured.
The captain struck his royal highness
with cane, which was sign for his
men to strip their victim by force; but,
on taking off his blue jacket they per-
ceived the star The tables were now
turned. The duke declared himself,
and the whole party fell on their knees
|imploring forgiveness. His royal high
ness ordered the captain to be secured,
while he went below, where a dreadful
scene of savage barbarity presented it
self. Some were bleeding from the re-
peated lashes they had received, and
others were gasping for life from want
of air. The duke Immediately returned
to town, and laid the whole case before
the Admiralty. His representations,
happily, had good effect.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

"HERE, you young rascal. walk up
and give an account of yourself. Where
have you been p
"After the girls, father"
"Did you ever know me to do so
when l was boy ?"
"No. sir-but mother did,"
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

Mrs. SURRATT's house at Washing
ton has been occupied by several fami-
lies since that lady's death by hanging,
but none of them stay long, and there
is a blood -curdling story that Mrs. S.
is a ghostly visitant there almost every
night.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

lMPUDENT QUEsTIoNs.-To ask g
lawyer if he ever told lie.
10 ask doctor how many persons he
has killed.
To ask a minister if he ever did any
thing wrong.
To ask a merchant whether he eyer
cheated customer.
To ask young lady if she would like
to have beau
To ask an editor the name of any Of
his correspondents.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

BULRUsHEs.-An Ohio paper says ::
A mad bull broke loose recently in the
streets of Cincinnati, and rushed furi-
ously through a crowd of men and boys.
1t was an instance of the knocking down
of score of persons by a "bull rush.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

Nor TO BE KICKED.-About twenty
years ago Abraham Doolittle was trans
planted from Harvard University to one
of the Southern States, for the purpose
of assuming editorial control of a violent
party paper, where no one ever labored
with advantage to the party, simply be-
cause an infinite quantity of pistols and
multiplicity of bowie knives prevented
the advocacy Of certain princip Piles and
fettered the freedom of speech in a style
not SO elegant as efficacious. Doolittle
was Connecticut exotic. He was
highly educated, impetuous, brave, yet
with the characteristic cunning of
his race-careful of his own interests.
He took hold of the paper with de-
termination to "make it serviceable to
the cause" and serviceable he did make
it. The opposing candidate was bad
fellow-a duellist, dram drinker, a
lover of poker, and a decided votary of
Venus. Doolittle dared what no other
editor dared-he just said so. The day
on which the article appeared, the can
didate entered the editorial chamber.
"You are Doolittle, the editor of this
paper - holding copy of the sheet in
his hand.
~ am"
"You have libeled and insulted me,
and, drawing a large bowie knife) |
have come for your ears.''
81 beg your pardon" said Doolittle.
81 am stranger to your customs, and
perhaps have aiken license which, in
this part of the country, is inexcusable.
Such is, [ think, the fact; suppose we
compromise the matter"
Every WE'LL" said he bluff South.
erner, I'll kick you, and you shall make
a full retraction."
you'll what % said Doolittle quiet.
ly.
"Kick you"
You insist upon that little privilege.
81 am unalterably fixed in my de-
termination.
$50 am T. said Doolittle, firing a
horse pistol big as blunderbuss, and
shattering the Southerner's right leg
"n0t to be kckedn'
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

WoNDERFUL.-Wonderfu power Of
endurance is ascribed to a woman NAM
ed Catherine Hickey, in Southbridge,
ninety years old, who has stood two in
dictments. within short time, for SELL
ing rum
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

A STRAY contraband from down South
was lately inspecting horse power in
operation, whed be broke out thus {:
1--we seen helps of things in my life,
but l neverbefore saw horse do his,
own work. and ride too"
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19
a BEAR FIGHT,

At the conclusion of "rat match"
and dog fight at house on Water St,
on Monday night, sailor, Jack Moore,
by name, in poking round came across a
large bear kept on the premises, which
growled him a welcome. Jack respon
ded by offering to eight the bear for
drinks" The proposition was at first
received witt laughter, but the sailor
was in earnest, and in proof of his sin
cerity, posted the money.
Moore is stoutly built aud very mus
cular man, of about five feet nine. He
weighs somewhere about 160 pounds,
and seemed likely to be match for
even skillful member of the ring
There is that expression about his face
that usually betokens men who have
followed a seafaring life, while we'll
bronzed cheek and thiuly furrowed brow
denoted he had seen some service
"BruiD,'' as he was led out, looked any
thing but mean antagonist His shag-
gy hair hanging from back and legs,
his massive head and wicked look show
ed that he would not indulge in very
much cnild's play, and a shudder pass
ed through the spectators as they thought
of the deadly hug he might give were
he so inclined. Moore seemed determ-
ined to stand his ground and so the bear
was let loose.
Round Moore stands determin-
edly awaiting an attack, while "Bruin"
waddles wickedly around the pit, eyeing
his adversary in very unpleasant man
ner. Not knowing what might result
from delay, Moore determines to force
the fight, and so delivers left handler
we'll between Bruins eyes Bruin slow
ly raised himself and placed paw on
Moore's shoulders Moore strove to
seize the brute by the thloat, but of no
avail then pushing the bear off he
planted another blow on Bruins nose.
Bruin tore down his paw, bringing a
large portion of Moore's flesh with it.
First blood allowed for Bruin. Moore
fell back.
Round 2.-Moore appeared exasper-
ated Bruin as cool as a bear could look
Moore again was the aggressor, endeav-
oring to seize and throw the bear. Bru-
in came up to the scratch literally by
striking Moore's cheek, and laying bare
the bone. Moore reeled and fell. First
knock down for Bruin.
Round 3.-An attempt was here
made to prevent matters going further,
but Moore would not hear it He per-
sisted in continuing the fight; and, as
Bfuin raised himself on his hind legs,
with the evident intention of practicing
the "hug," Moore tripped him, and
seizing him by the throat, fell on him
In this position Bruin could do but
little. Moore planted his knee on the
brute's belly aud frightened his grasp
on his throat. 1t was now evident that
Moore had the fight his own way, and
though he strenuously insisted on re-
tanning his hold, the combatants were
separated. Bruin, defeated, Tut not
subdued, was forced growlingly to his
kennel. Moore presented anything but
a pleasant appearance. His face and
arm bled profusely, and still he offered
to fight the bear in the street for $50.
Moore won the drinks which were free
ly paid.-Ne1o York Express.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

SCENE: Young lovers on the bal
cony Time, evening Mr.. Billin-
"Oh, how calm, how sweet and peace
full the moon looks" Miss Cooin-
"Yes; but don't you think it looks
very conspicuous %
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

"SALLY, how do you like your new
place; is it a religious family 2" "Well
1 rather guess it is-they always have
beans on Sunday"
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19
TIibulations of a Traveller.

Stages are great convenience where
there are no railroads or navigable riv-
ers; but we submit to a discriminating
public that coach riding in the night is
an unpleasant dispensation to anybody.
You get sleepy. A streak of physical
stupidity goes through you longitudin-
ally from head to foot You yawn. You
look about in obscurity to find spot
wherein to lay your head No such
spot is discoverable. You poke your
feet out laterally to relic, your legs
from painful contraction You encroach
on the rights of your travelling neigh
Dor, who gently Insists that it is duty
which you owe to your common country
to take your heavy boots from his corns
You take courteously the hint, and in
the effort to shove clear of your afflicted
neighbor, you bring the toe of your boot
sharply against the shins of another
passenger.
You beg pardon with becoming hu-
mility, and then with becoming grace
you drag yourself into a conv luted
heap, and commune with unutterable
misery. You take hold of a vertical
strap and invoke the beatitudes of sleep.
A propitious dose cometh. Your head,
unsupported by any friendly object,
tumbles forward on your breast. You
raise it spasmodically, and it comes with
a bump against the side of the coach.
A general jolt over rough road takes
you by storm. and the heads of three
several passengers, including your own
caput, collide with the violence of two
cattle trains Headache supervenes
At this point the monotony of the
ride is interrupted by a piercing yell
from an infant which lies kicking in it's
mothers arms. Maternal soothings do
no good Kicks and screams alternate
with delightful variety You arrive at
a station. In state Of frenzy you
throw open the coach door, and endeav-
or to leap with benumbed limbs into
the middle of the road. You strike
against the wheel, and reach the earth
in a position which reverses the general
order of Nature and Providence. Your
nose is skinned Your feelings are
sensibly injured. You regain your
standing, and walk about in the dark
ness, praying for tranquility to return
to your disturbed nerves You crawl
back into your prison house, and draw
yourself up into unobtrusive proper
tlons. You try to laugh at your calam.
tiles, but your laurh has the hollowness
of an empty church. You even go so
far as to lmprovise a witticism on the
beauties of stage travelling, but your au-
dience is unappreciative and gloomy,
and you settle back into reticent des-
pair. Morning at length dawns on your
suferings, and your gratitude finds ex-
preston through pious channels as you
catch glimpse of the State House and
know that right of tribulation will be
followed speedily by an entrance into
the city.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

lsf.--Ets simplicity and great
range of work.
2nd,--The reversible feed motion
3d.--The perfect finish and snE-
stantiaI manner i'm which the
machine is made.
ith.--THle r:,pidify of its vvokIrlgr
and the quality Of work dome.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19
BETWEEN THE SHOWERS.

Down 1t came-the summer shower
Bursting from the nimbus cloud;
Spending its impetuous power
On the great tree, strong and proud,
And the great tree murmured loud
AS it caught the summer shower
Turn'd it to a diamond dover.
When the cloud, its passion spent,
Broke and drifted, pale and rent,
Like king refreshed with wine.
Shone the tree. o, heart of mine
Pass through passions frequent stress
With like strong steadfastness.
Down it came-the summer shower
Rushing through the sobbing air;
Beating on the lily flower,
Till she trembled in despair
For her blossom, white and fair.
But in silence bent the flower,
Yielding perfume through the hour.
Till the sunbeams came and shed
A new glory on her head,
On her robes, more dazzling white,
And her crown golden bright,
Thus-my heart lis patience tried,
Thus is neekness glorified.
Dashing through the darken'd sky,
On the green and tender grain;
Which received it with a sigh,
Quiver'd in each blade, and nigh
Bowed unto the earth with grief.
But whisper of the sheaf
Raised its head. and so 1t stood.
Swelling into bounteous food:
And ere yet the rain was DER
Glist'ning gladder than before.
Thus-my heart may dire distress
But increase thy fruitfulness.
The PRINTER.-A printer is th
most curious being living. He ma
have bank and 'quoins' and not b
worth penny-have small caps an
neither have wife nor children. Other
may run fast, but he gets along swiftes
by setting fast He may be maxim
Impressions without eloquence; ma
use the 'lye' without offending, and b
telling the truth; while others canno
stand while they sit, he can set stand
ing, and even do both at the same tim
use furniture and yet haven no dwell
ing-may make and put away 'p1 an
never see pie, much less it, durin
his life-be human being and frat
at the same time-may press a grea
deal, and not ask favor-may handl
a shooting stick and know nothin
about cannon, gun or pistol he nfa
move the 'lever' that moves the world
and yet be as far from moving the glob
as hog with his nose under mole-h hi
spread sheets without being house
wife; he may lay his form on a bed
and yet be obliged to sleep on the fool
he may use the + without sheddin
blood, and from the earth may handl
the ***; he may be of rolling dis
position and yet never desire to travel
he may have Sleeps foot and not b
deformed; never be without ease.
know nothing of law or physic; be al
ways correcting his 'errors, and grow
ing worse every day; have emC~
without ever having the arms of las
around him ; have his form locke
up and at the same time be free fror
jail, watch house or any other confne
ment
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

Why is the letter S like thunder :?
Because it makes our cream sour cream.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19
A divorce is pending.

RETALIATIoN.-Some few years since
in the county of Penobscot, there lived
a man by the name of H., whose
greatest pleasuse was in tormenting
others. His own family were generally
the butt of his sport. One cold and
clustering night he retired to bed at an
early hour, his wife being absent at a
neighbor's. Some time after she re.
turned. Finding the door closed she
demanded admittance.
"Who are you ?" cried Mr. II.
"You know who | am. Let me in ;
it's very cold.'
"Begone you strolling vagabond
want nothing of you"
"But | must come in.'
"What is your name?"
"Iou know my name-it is Mrs H. "
"Begone! Mrs. H. is very likely
woman. She never keeps such late
hours as this"
"If you do not let me in l will drown
myself in the well,' Mrs H. replied.
"Do, if you please" replied the hus-
band
She at that time taking up a log,
plunged it into the well and retired to
the side of the door.
Mr.. H. hearing the noise, rushed
from the house to save, as be supposed,
his drowning wife, She al the same
time slipped in aud closed the door af-
ter her.
Mr.. H., almost naked, in turn de-
manded admittance.
"Who are you?' she demanded.
"You know who | am. Let me in, OF
| shall freeze
"Begone you thievish rogue l want
nothing of you here"
"But | must come in."
"What is your name p
you know my name-it is Mr. H.
"Mr. H. is very likely man. He
don't keep such late hours
Suffice it to say, she, after keeping
him in the cold until she was satisfied,
opened the door and let him in.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

The FLORENCE" was awarded the First
and Highest Premium at the STATE Fair of
California the only Fair on the Pacific Coast
at which any two double thread Sewing Ma
chimes were exhibited in competition in 1865.
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19
London Gossip.

SOilO pVuuCutU VI luc ANCN
York World gives the following gossip,
which is decidedly rich:
1t is not often that | have any scan
dal for you, but here is bit about a
certain Mrs. N. whom you may
see daily driving through the streets at
furious pace, with her meek eyed hus-
band at her side, his face bearing the
impress Of fear in every feature. He
would remind you of Mr.. Somebody S
picture of despair, if the ludfcrous were
not blended quite 50 strongly with af-
fright. Mrs N, however, is stunuer
"a little bit nanny, but a magnificent
creature, and drives her phaton we'll,
though she does hold the reins lit e
too tightly, perhaps. Imagine then, if
you can, her indignation when she
heard of the first time that Mr.. N
had accepted an invitation to sup at
Browns, jolly fellow of his bachelor
days.
"Only ourselves, you know, and Jones
and Robinson" had said Brown, and
Mr.. " accepted, not without mis-,
givings, however, for he knew what he
would have to encounter when he COM
municated his rash promise to Mrs. N.
As fate would have it, his wife looked
awfully splendid and fierce that night.
Between love and fear his tongue re-
fused to speak the words. He would
wait till next morning-there was no
hurry. In word, he did not tell her
at all, and it was by the merest chance,
of course, that she heard of it.
"And so, sir, | hear that you are 60
ing to supper with that hosrible man,
MIR. Brown, Tomorrow"
81 certainly am invited, my dear"
"And what do you propose doing, Mr..
NJ"
"To accept the invitation, of course,
my dear"
''Then, of course, you expect me tc
accompany you p
"To a bachelors supper party, my
dear? Impossible"
Then you don't go, that's all, my
dear"
And Mrs. N closed her mouth
and spoke no more that evening Mr..
N resolved he would be master
this time, and in silence made his plan.
The day came. No more had been said
on either side-nothing relative to the
subject was said now. Yet | am re-
luctantly compelled to record the fact
that Mr.. Brown and his friends were
disappointed of their friend Ms
company that nj ght.
THAT she - wouldn't let him come"
said one.
81 saw him only this morning." said
Brown, Sand he promised to be here.''
"What a lark if we call on him."
"Let us" say ALL
And they did SO.
A laundering knock, and Ms
street door was opened to Brown, Jones
and Robinson, aud they were shown in
to the dining room, where Mr.. and Mrs.
n sat immovab.e in their chairs
fast asleep.
They had administered strong opi.
ate to each other, unawares, the wife to
keep the husband at home-the husband
to quiet the wife.
A divorce Is nendino
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

The Florence received the only premium
awarded. by the Mechanics Institute of San
Francisco. in 1864 and 1865, to any Sewing
Machine, Sewing Machine Co., or Agent. The
claim of a competitor to medal is without
any foundation whatever.
Wherever the FLORENCE has been brought
in competition with other Sewing Machines.
it has always been declared the best. 1t is
the most simple. the most substantial, the
most efficient. and its use is easily learned.
Every Machine sold is guaranteed in the full
sense of the word.
SEND FOR CIRCULARS AND SAMPLES
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

DIRECTORS
J. Mora Moss, Benjamin Brewster,
James Otis. James II. Higgin,
VIM E. Barron, Thomas ID. Selby,
! A. Donohoe. Nicholas Lunning,
James C. Conroy. John Parrot,
Peter H. Burnett, }. Underhlll,
Moses Hellor, NJ. ID. Sweenv,
L. Maynard. Moses Ellis,
jacob Scholle, James Phelan.
Charles L. Low. Gus. Touchard,
C. Christensen, Michael Castle.
Joseph Seller, Nicholas Lance.
L. H. Allen, n. G. kittle,
Alfred Borel, VIM. c. Talbot.
c. 7. Emmett, Patrick McAron.
}. Y. Hallock, George c. johnson,
Caleb 7. Fay. C. Kittle.
CALEB T. FAY, Pres't.
CHAs. c. HAVEN. Sec'y.
T. K. WILSON. Ag't Mok. Hill. [dc2tf
TOB PRINTING EXECUTED WITH
Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-01-19

TOB PRINTING EXECUTED WITH
eJ neatness and dispatch at this office.
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THE CHRONICLE PUBLISHING COMpAN)
7 Err NJ S.
is PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY Bl

Office ON Main street, nearly Opposite Court House.
New-York tribune., 1867-09-10
The EdpewOod B. B. G.. of Westville, G
THE RosLYN MURDER.

The investigation of the murder OF "m
<,nep At Roslvn on the night OF the ult,
aumad at Rosyn. before Coroner Leonard A. Seaman
District Attorney Benjamin W. Downing and Justice OF
,he Peace Francis sklman. Few people we're In attend
once Tuy Ts,uUSg has already published the testimony
OF the leading witness and therefore 1t is unnecessary 10
Iep.ou,noe houfug az that on the night Of the mur
Der the Coughans, the Reardogs ana otne1, ,sa,
, IA posvn not far from the scene OF the murder tha
6y.rd Soe6lan had made terrible threats against Ger
tain OF his neighbOrs: that on that fatal sunday mgh
tain lam Vi I'D "a heen a dance at Mike" ONeils house az
hlcb we're many turbulent people that bad bQod
a listed for some time that Ed. Coughan TALKED on
nnnIn0 Morris GOrmaD and vowed that ne c0uld Whlp
ali hrse OF the Reardons and that he had quarrel with
OBrieD. -. .o.a 49,, .,o ,,bo,o a, ,a,, ,yas
hsy. room row engendered by bad rum, and much
Of it. innaIning passions already and long heated
.s lust such family quarrel may be witnessed any
day In this city This particular quarrel simply haI,
New-York tribune., 1867-09-10

murderer fed and is YET a fugitive. The body Of the
murdered man tcnderly cared for. A wake was
hcld-sO the witnesses said These witnesses, yesterday
were VIM COughlan and his wife Rose, Michael Rowan,
and Patrick COughlan. the latter the brother OF the
alleged murderer. Patrick examined and cross
examined but could not keep the notion ont OF his ne
logged head that II his brother he talking about
that his brothers life at stake that tne
words he was trying hard 70 use carefully
and even slllfully might he used with teIllme
effect IN the real trial which he feared was just
ahead His memory failed him unacconntaby. lie
could not remember a thing against hl- brother, dIh0ugh
he was not far away from him at the time OF the murder
forgot how Old his brother and try he ever
hard he could remember whether his brother was
taller shorter than himself, or winch OF The two "ld
Of he had not his brother since the ng I
the murder. The testimony all in by about O'Clock
yesterday afternoon The Jury remained in consultation
only few minutes. and rendered verdict declaring
That VIM OBrien came to his death from wounds made
by KNIFE or sGme sharp instrument. supposed 20 have
been in the hands of Edward COughlan"