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The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-12-04

of his executioners, and the vast con-
course OF spectators which surrounded
him on every side. A rope was at
length procured, the knot adjusted over
the neck of the culprit, the rope passed
around the limb above, when he was
asked if he had any requests to make
or anything to say. He replied in the
negative, and when questioned concern
ing his nativity and relatives, he had
strength only to answer that he was a
native of England, where his mother
was then residing.
"Now comes my turnl" cried the
bearded miner.
The order to "haul away" was given ];
a dozen men gave a pull upon the rope,
and the corpse of Frederick Roe hung
dangling between the heavens and the
earth
1 will not describe that scene, al
though it was the most solemn and i'm
pressive have ever beheld; my inten-
tion is to show whether Jacob Walls
worth fulfilled his oath, which think
he did, to the very letter, for the miner
and Jacob Walsworth were one
Golden Era
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An Impostor Detected.

Freeport, ILL.,, has had a claimant,
and the claim he made was quite new
and peculiar. Years ago-probably fif-
teen-Alvah Gaylord married a good
young woman in Stephenson county.
After the birth of his second child Al
yah wandered away and was heard of
no more. Mrs. Gaylord brought up her
little family in respectability, and be-
came known as the Widow Gaylord.
Ten years after, bronzed and deeply
whiskered man called upon the widow
one evening, and told her that he was
sorry he had ran away, but had now
come back to live with her and his chill
dren the remainder of his days. At first
she was incredulous, but he showed her
certain marks on his body which con-
vinced the woman that he was none
other than her long lost husband. She
had now found him, and his children
chung to his knees, and the whole fam
lily took him to their hearts and home.
So they lived in peace and happiness
for time. Now, a brother of Gaylord
was never convinced that this big whis-
kered man was his long lost brother.
The strawberry mark did notOsatisfy
him, and he kept his eyes upon Mrs.
Gaylord's new found husband. At
length the claimant sold the family COW
and pig and acted otherwise suspicious
| ly. The brother had him arrested his
claim was audited and found fraudulent.
He also had good deal of counterfeit
money about him and forged bonds in
profusion. His claim was examined
before court, and his name was ascer-
tanned to be John Travers, who had
sailed into the affections of the Widow
Gaylord under false colors. The widow
is In very unsettled condition again.
and is almost sorry that the court in.
terfered just when she was beginning tc
feel at home with her husband. John
Travers, the claimant of Alvah Gay
lords wife and children, and COW and
pig, and all that was his, has been SEN
fenced to three years residence in the
Illinois penitentiary.
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The Food Of Primitive Man.

In the present state of research, the
earliest authentic traces of man on earth
go no further back than the age of ice,
so-called, and the accompanying or sub
sequent formation of the diluvium or
drift. The relics of man, dating from
an earlier epoch, the upper Miocene
formation, that is, the middle of the
Tertiary group, which are said to have
been found in France, are at least very
questionable. But there have been
preserved for us in cavern remains, dat
ing from the Ice Age, which tell us of
the food used by man in those times.
Man then inhabited Central Europe in
company with the reindeer, cave-bear
and the mammoth. He was exclusively
a hunter and fisher, as is shown by the
bones of animals found in his cave
dwellings,. The Miocene epoch, which
abounded in arboreal vegetation, had
disappeared during the long period of
the subsequent Piocene formations, the
climate of Central Europe, meanwhile,
having gradually become colder. Ma
ture supplied no fruit for the food of
man. What food he got by hunting
and fishing was precarious, and there
were intervals of famine for fortune
does not always smile on the hunter,
ard the beasts of the forest are not al
ways SS Auu0TOISs 4AO AOONA1 WV
was uniform, and not altogether adapt
ed for man, for the flesh of wild animals
lacks fat. The man of those times had
not enough of the heat producers in his
food, and that he felt this want we
learn from his taste for the marrow of
bones. All the long bones of animals
that are found in cave-dwellings are
cracked open lengthwise, in order to
get out the marrow. Now, this insufh-
cient, uniform food has it's counterpart,
in the low grade of culture which then
prevailed, as evidenced by the mode of
life, the weapons, and the tools. Man
then lived isolated, without social or
ganization he dwelt in caverns, and
his only protection against cold was the
skins of animals and the fire on the
hearth. His tools were of stone, un-
polished, unadorned; so rudely fash
ioned that only the eye of the connois-
seur can recognize in them mans handi-
work.-Pop. Science Monthly.
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A Memorial to Prentice.

The local press of Kentucky having.
suggested a movement for the erection
of monument to George D. Prentice,
whose grave is now marked only by
flower, the Courier-Joa4r7aal announces
that it has long been the purpose of the
company to fifty memorialize Mr.. Prem
tice, whose professional work was main
ly performed on the Journal. 1t now
means to place his statue, wrought by
Hart, in a niche over the doorway to it's
new edifce, now in process of erection
It is favorable, nevertheless, to the
movement of the editors, and urges that
the city of Louisville in its corporate
capacity should take part. OF the de-
ceased Journalist the paper over which
he once presided says Z" He was an
odd, eccentric man fonder OF women
than of men generous to a fault in
sensible to fear; hard-working ands
pains taking in his profession; careless
of his vices isolated, self-contained,
Indifferent a great character, strong
character, weak character, brilliant
and marked from first to last, interest
inc throughout"
The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-12-04
How God I5yer Oil is Made,

Very few of the hard drinkers of cod
liver oil know how it is manufactured.
But o correspondent of the New York
Tribune has examined a distillery for
the same at ST. Johns, Newfoundland,
and makes the following statement as
to the manufacture of the oleaginous
nectar
During one of our rambles on shore
we inspected cod liver oil distillery,
and the mode of manufacture is SO SIM
pie and interesting that venture to in
sert description of it for the benefit
of consumers of the beverage. The
and great care is taken to cleanse them
of all traces of gall, the gall not only
discoloring the oil but giving it q dis
agreeable, bitter taste.
They are then placed in vat and
heated by steam from boiler under
meath to a temperature of 112 deg. Fab,
which raises the exuded oil to the sur
face, whence it is skinned off cayefully.
It is then filtered three times; first
through three bags, placed one within
the other, the inner one made of flannel,
and the two outer ones of muslin then
through three others similarly placed,
one inside the other, but made of stuff
resembling Canton flannel; from these
LaSb Dds5S IL uT1pS 1HUO U large C1n trough,
and is drawn off into puncheons through
a faucet, over the mouth of which is
placed screen of the finest muslin,
which excludes every trace of sediment
and dirt.
1t is then ready for the market, and
in color and general appearance closely
resembles Sauterne wine. Our polite
but fshy host pressed me to drink
glass of it, but I declined with all the
politeness [ could command. He evil
IDENTIFY looked upon my refusal to drink
as slight upon his oil, and brought
every argument in his power to bear to
induce me to alter my decision. At
last he was successful, for, after inform
ing me that out Of the same glass offered
to US, and standing on the same spot,
the Prince of Wales and the Duke of
Newcastle had drank of it, I could
hardly refuse.
found its flavor not unpalatable,
but it was almost tasteless, with barely
vestige of the nauseating, rancid odor
of the "Pure Cod Liver Oil" sold in
New York drug stores. From being
extracted at low temperature it is said
not to retain its purity longer than if
teen months, after which period it is
mixed with ingredients to preserve its
taste, or rather to prevent it's rancid
flavor from becoming too apparent.
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Through Japan.

A correspondent of the Boston Tran
script, writing of tour through Japan,
says " We passed through little vii
lagos with thatch-roofed cottages, cot
tages guiltless of such an innovation as
chimneys. Looking in through the
open-paneled doors I could see them
cooking their rice on little round stone
boxes called thibachi. The smoke
growing thinner and thinner as it hid in
the corners of the airy kitchen, came
out imperceptibIy through the broad,
open doors. Now and then / saw a wom-
an at an old-fashioned spinning wheel,
and one or two weaving Japanese cloth.
Darkness shut in over the pretty land
scape, and our stopping place for the
night was yet in the distance. Our
jinrikisha men lighted their Japanese
lanterns and merrily started off at q
rapid rate. A half-hour's travel, by
faith rather than sight, and we stopped
at Japanese hotel in Fujisawa. The
hostess met us with many salaams of
welcome, and we climbed q steep pair
of stairs to our room. It was matted
nothing else in it. The sliding doors
opened into little courtyard, where,
in the morning, we discovered one or
two dwarf trees and pond with fish in
it but at night it seemed only an
avenue through which came up to us all
inconceivable odors of Jananese cooking.
The next morning the rain was pouring
in torrents, a genuine supplement to
the rainy season. After breakfast we
again started on our journey. The rain
stopped for a while, but fell in showers
through the day. AS we rode the
county became more picturesque. We
saw huge trees and trunks of trees with
ivy and wild grapevines c1ambering
over them. The country, if possible,
reached off into greener hills and green
er valleys than before, a beautiful
country, a goodly heritage, no barren
spots, everything green and fresh but
on the acres and acres of pasture land
no cattle were feeding, no hocks or
herds of any kind. Rice was growing
in the valleys, but the hill turf land
seemed unused. Everywhere there
were fresh mountain springs, and all
around us tokens of rich country but
poor people. Eggs, rice, and fish are
the only food for the people. There
were half-clothed children making mud
pies in the streets of the villages, every
where men standing idle. Asking them
why, the answer would, doubtless, have
been that of the good book of old, be-
cause no man hath hired us.
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Early Cultivation of the Oyster.

For creature of such lowly rank in
the scale of animate being, it is wonder
full what literature attaches to the
oyster. Through the roll of ages it has
been factor of prime importance in
the convivial instincts, the moralities,
and the industries of men. It has hon
orable mention in classic song and story.
When imperial Rome had her many
million populace, and her almost fabu
lous wealth, the oyster figured promi-
nently in the more than lavish luxury
of that extravagant city. Do our oyster
growers know how ancient their calling
is ? About 2, 400 years ago one Sergius
Orata, man of a practical mind, turn
ed Lake Avernus into an oyster bed !;
and through the culture of thus bivalve
the Lucrin oysters, as they were called,
became in reputation the saddle
rocks " of Rome. And what splendid
market he had His practical genius
carried the new industry of oyster
planting to great perfection and such
was his reputation in that line that the
Romans had saying that, should the
oysters stop growing in Lucrin Lake,
Sergius would make them grow on the
tops of the houses. Avernus has at last
succumbed to the mutations of time,
and is to-day miserable hole of vol
canic mud. It now offers good OPP
portunity to test the great mans abili-
ties but Sergius Orata himself g dried
up" some time ago.-PopsELGT Science
Monthly.
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And Still Another

1t IS only requisite for young man
with curly hair, black and shiny, mus
tache of the same hue, and pleasing adj
dress to exert a fair amount of cheek to
pass for a distinguished parsonage at
our fashionable watering places. Wit
ness the career of Joseph Bates, waiter,
and former inmate of the penitentiary.
Mr.. Joseph Bates met at Newport re-
tired ship-chandler named Bryne, with
half a million. Mr.. Bryne had three
daughters, the youngest, of course, a
lovely being, the idol of an admiring
circle of friends. Mr.. Joe Bates was
Augustus Beekman, who owned half the
town of Flushing and several thousand
lots in various parts of New York and
Brooklyn, not to mention a bank ac-
count of hundreds of thousands. Mr..
Bryne allowed an intimacy to spring up
between his youngest and Augustus
Beekman, alias Joe Bates, waiter, and
x-penitentiary birds. lent him money,
and encouraged him before the truth
dawned upon him. When it did he
warned his daughter. But the maiden
was incredulous. She consented to a
private marriage with Augustus, which
took place at Williamsburg, the Rev.
William Reaper officiating. The girl
returned to her parent, but themarriage
could not long remain concealed. A
suit for divorce has been brought on
the ground of fraud. It appears that
Mr.. Bates had hired friend from the
restaurant to play parson for him, and
that the girl was doubly deceived by
the scoundre1. It is probable that she
will fail in her suit, as the laws of the
State do not require the solemnfzation
of a marriage by clergyman. It is
little less than wonderful that this Oft
repeated swindle should avail after SO
many exposures. But there is no re-
sisting the charms of a glossy head and
dyed mustache at Newport. Sympathy
with the lovely victim must give place
to the less agreeable feeling of pity.
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ss sEyerybOdy,s Aunt.,,

And there is a mother in Israel, cush-
ioned as to her chin, and face as
pleasant and hospitab1e as an open fire
on Thanksgiving day. At 300 pound
and nothing could be cheaper-she
would be worth 500, 900, for she weighs
two hundred. Her hat is a ssbunnet. >"
It shoots out little in front, like q
young scoop-shovel. It curls up lit
tie behind, like a young wren. She
wears about as many hoops as a stone
jar. But she indulges in petticoat or
two, sc gethered," as she will tell you,
at the top, and puckered with the pull
of a string, as they used to wind clock.
A cape without fringe or adornment has
fallen upon her like the mantle of the
prophet, and envelopes her shoulders
and her arms even to the elbows. If it
were little peaked and scolloped, it
would be vandyke; but it is as un
mistakably cape as the cape of Good
Hope. Her hands are in mitts, fiimsy
suggestion of gloves without any fin
gers. She never dyed her hair. She
would about as soon die herself.
That face of hers beams with good
ness and goodwill. You want her to
be your aunt, as she cannot be your
mother. You would be glad to sit by
her kitchen fire and hear her talk. and
she would be precisely as glad to have
you. Her easy cushiony way of walk
ing suggests gentle old chaise with the
top up. She is enjoying every minute
of the time. She is Methodist of the
old school, and she needs no assurance
from you that she will go to heaven.
She has it from better authority.
ter from q p-Meetiag.
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WANTED TO GET mARtsIED.

rThe following inpromptu lines were addressed
o clergyman of this city some days since. Their
Thongh We never have met with each other
And your church did never attend,
Still claim you IN God a brother,
And shall call you 50 My dear Christian friend 81
Thus to your reverence send this efusion,
BY one who is friendly to me;
hope il will cause no confusion,
When tis opened and money you see.
know it is but small offer
For the service I now ask of you
But il equRled one-hfth in my coffer,
So please not the tender eschew.
When you enter it down in your docket,
Please not at its minuteness scoff.
For if you never have less in your pocket
You will always be - well enough on
1 have lived many years in confusion,
Enjoying (2) Observation-Disclosures life:
But now have come to the conclusion
To take to my bosom wife.
1 have found one at last that viii suit me
And look now upon her with pride;
hope some good InarksnlAn will shoot me
I asked her one night if :. she'd have me?r
She locked up and syyeetly did smile
And this is the answer she made me-
- Yes, darling, if youll Wat lust while
The time has been patiently Eatt-ed
As on time wings it swiftly did glide
And " row them want to be mated
And take this young maid as my bride
hope yo,',H not Waite. neither tarry,
Nor think of this scrap as a pun.
But come with Intentions 10 Hl0Trs,r
And make Alice Waite and me one
want the knot tied it should be-
Not tied with blelnish or flaw
But so lawyers-who troubers would be
Cannot loose it by flaws in the law
Then wen laugh at the wind and the weather
Ana VII soon at the storm and the blast
We Will bless God, and love him together
And . haven of rest" reach at last
Where the weary can rest without trouble
And none need be fearful of death
Where q lifetime is merely a bubble
IAat would perish and be gone at breath,
And now if never more meet you,
MEle We soJourn in this blessed land:
am IN hopes l III Heaven may greet You,
Midst the throng seated near Gods right hand
-DetFoit Tribune.
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Wrinkles are the first tell tales of g.
lost youth, and the wrinkles make their
way in very stealthy manner. at first
there comes faint marking OF one little
line about the corner of the eye, and one
at each side of the mouth. Assuredly
it is the sign of approaching age, we
say complacently, looking at ourselves
in the glass, conscious of our attrac-
tions in the perfectiono of their maturity.
That little line, indicative of the fur
rowed future, is no more age than the q
one scarlet leaf of the maple in the :
midst of the green wood in autumn.
It is the shadow of the herald if you
will but it is not the real thing. And C.
so on with all the rest. But it is not SO
with our friends. The gap made be-
tween the past and present by years OF
absence is abrupt, unexpected. You
left blooming, sleek-halred, slima
wasted girl you find faded, hollow
eyed, gray haired woman, the mother
| of children, afflicted with bad health and
| tired of life. Or you encounter stout
and fiorid matron whose bulk is q bur-
den to herself and matter not for ad-
miration to her friends whose early
shyness has worn off and gives place te
a free-and-easy good nature that may
be genial but is vulgar whose girlIst
| seutimentality has gone with her bushes,
and who now openly proclaims her de-
votion to champagne and lobster salad /
| as among the few things in life worth
taking trouble for, and talks of the
pleasure of the palate as superior to .
overy other enjoyment. To be sure.
pairing away in your minds eye those
superfuous layers of flesh, you can
make out the nose of the past, and the,
| lips have the same curve as hers had in
the days when you would have gwen
| months salary for kiss the eyes are,
the same color, but what has become of
their sparkle ? Where is that roguish
twinkle that made your heart leap whenl
it flashed upon you, giving point to
girlish sauciness that was SO innocent
and she thought SO naughty? Where
is that dewy, downcast look that was so
conscious where there was nothing to
blush for Is it that ugly leer which,
| tells of less tenderness of sentiment
than you would like to see IL man {?
You must accept this as the 6 survival"
it is all you will have of the sweetness,
the bashfulness that once seemed To
you the most exquisite grace on earth,
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A Stone with a History.

Moncure D. Conway, writing enter
tainingly of the Congress of Orlentolo-
gists lately convened in the British
Museum. says: "Prof. Newton, the
greatest living master of Greek antiqul-
ties, once related to me personally the
recent story of one of the inscribed
stones which to-day the Congress ex-
amined only with reference to its arch
geological value. This stone was once
in a Latin church, afterwards in
Greek church, and ultimately found its
way into a mosque at Rhodes. But
there was also a gunpowder- magazine
under the said mosque, and immedi-
ately under this stone. One day the
powder-magazine exploded, the mosque
was blown to fragments, and 250persons
killed. No one has ever been able to
explain the cause of this catastrophe,
which occurred in the year 1856. The
Rhodeans related that an earthquake
had Just occurred and left cleft in the
stone-work of the powder gazine, and
that this earthquake was Immediately
followed by thunderstorm which sent
bolt of lightning through the said
cleft into the powder. Whatever may
have been the origin of the catastrophe,
dreadful one it was. The authorities
of the place, possib Y for fear of some
further calamity, refused even to dig
out the bodies of those who had been
buried amid the ruins, but the English
Consul begged permission to do so. Of
the $50 or thereabout who had been in
or near the magazine at the time, only
one was found to be alive. This was a
very fair young Turkish girl who had
been married on the preceding day.
Her husband was almost dead with
grief, and when the news came that his
bride had been saved alive from the
ruins, he hastened to kiss the feet of the
English Consul who had rescued her.
but no sooner had the British diplo-
matist done his work thus gallantly
than the British savant was close after
him. Out of the debris he collected
large number of inscribed fragments of
stone. These found their way into the
hands of Prof. Newton, who put to-
gether the stone bit by bit, until, ce-
mented, it stood a good square block,
five or six feet high, and completely
covered with inscriptions in Greek. The
writing indicates that it was memorial
raised in the time of Demetrius Polyc-
rates, the first King of Macedonia,
whose head appears on coins, and that
it was raised in honor of certain persons
who had come forward with aid and
contributions in a sudden emergency or
time of public need. It is rather odd
that the memorial of honor to certain
eminent benefactors should have fallen
as a treasure into English hands be-
cause of an English Consurs stepping
forward at a moment of catastrophe to
do generous thing which others neg
lected."