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The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1875-11-18

could not come; he will be dead. 1t
is agreedW
"Perfectly. Farewell, thenl"
"Farewell!"
We threw ourselves in each others
arms; then Raymond disappeared in
the shades of night.
AS we heard, or rather as we had
foreseen, the rebels attacked us the
next day. The action was hot, and
lasted from three o'clock in the after
noon until evening. Once only in
the melee did catch glimpse of
my friend Raymond; he wore on his
lead the little beretta Of the Carlists.
They had already named him COM
mander, he had killed our colonel.
My luck was not 80 good. l was
made prisoner by the enemy.
1t was one o'clock in the morning
the hour of my rendezvous with Ray
mond. found myself shut up in
room used as prison, and in the
heart of small village then occupied
by the Carlists. | asked about Ray.
mond.
He is brave fellow, they answer
ed me; "he has killed a colonel, but
he must be dead"
"Why so.
"Becausc he has not como back"
Oh, how much l suffered that
night! A hope, however, still re-
mained; Raymond had undoubtedly
waited for me at the hermitage, and
that was the reason they had not seen
him again. How anxious he must
have been at not finding me at the
rendezvou GUS, I thought to myself He
believes l am surely killed; and in
fact, is my last hour far off The
Carlists shoot all their prisoners; to-
morrow l must die. 1t is true that
Raymond will return bcfore-but if
1 die to day2 My Godl my Godl l
am losing my headl"
Dawn broke upon me while in the
midst of these reflections. A chaplain
entered my prison; ali lily compan~
ions were sleeping.
I must dicl / exclaimed on seeing
the priest.
"Yes," he answered gently.
"Whatl already2"
"No; in three hours"
A moment later my companions
were awakened. a thousand cries,
a thousand sobs, thousand curses
echoed through the prison.
A man about to die ordinarily
seizes one fixed idea and clings to it.
Nightmare, fever, or madness, that
is what happened to me. The thought
of Raymond took possession of my
mind: I saw him living, saw him
dead-sometimes struggling in the
melee, sometim es waiting for mo at
the hermitage. | was deaf, dumb,
insensible--idiotic, IN fact.
They took off my officers uniform
and put the cap and hood of a private
soldier on me; then with my twenty
companions | marched toward death
From this number only one, musi-
clan, was to escape his doom. The
Carlists spared the lives of musicians
not only because they were scarcely
to be feared in battle, but because
they themselves wanted to form bands
Of music for their own battalions.
And you were a musician, Master
Basil; that is what saved youa exe
claimed the little folks in one voice.
No, my children, [ was not a mus
sician. The Carlists drew up in a
line of battle. One platoon was
detached, the platoon of execution
and we were placed before it. The
number ten was given me. l should
thus be the tenth man to die. Then
L thought of my wife and my daught.
er-Of yOnr mother and of Won. INV
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RENEWED INTEREST IN L1FE.-A
Vicksburg wife informed her hue-
band the other morning that she was
working herselfinto the grave for the
want of hired girl, and, as he went
out, she leaned back and fell to weep.
ing. The children were making a
noise in the hall as he passed out,
and he called out:
"You want to stop this racket
Your mother won't live week, and
when you get step mother here
next spriug, she won't put up with
any such foolingr"
When he came homo to dinner,
his wife met him with q smile and
said:
"Isn't ours q cozy home, Richard,
with only our own little family to
look aftorW-Vicksburg Herald.
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ho'' poIho oho Ioho ulo ny
the shoulders, shake me, speak in my
ear. fell, ceased to think; then
dreamed that Twas shot dead.
Was tho dream still lasting3 l
lay on bed in my room, the very
one which had served as prison. |
saw nothing. Iraised my hands to
my eyes to tako off the bandage, and
l found that my eyes were free, wide
open, but the prison was full of shad-
ows. then heard a clock strike and
| began to tromblc. 1t was evening
prayers.
1t is nino o'clock, l thought, but
what day can it be2
A shadow more dense than that
surrounding leaned over me; this
shadow was q human form. NY
lips unconsciously murmered name
the name | had necessarily repeated
during my Acknowledgment.
"What is it2" said voice at my
side.
My God, l exclaimed. is that you
Raymond You are alive yea
eyes"
"And II"
"You Also"
"Where am l then2 At the her.
mitago2 Have 1 been dreaming,
then9 Was not l maoe a prisonor9"
Ono, Basil, you havo not been
dreaming. will tell you everything
When the moon roeo was very wea-
ry, but remembered you, then |
directed my steps to the hermitage,
intending to wait for you. 1t was ten
O'Clock in the evening; the rendez-
vous was for one. The night before
l had not closed my eyes; | fell a.
sleep. At one o'clock I awoke utter
ing a cry. looked around and found
myself alone. Two o'clock, three
O'Clock, tour o'clock struck; you did
not appear. You were surely dead,
this thought maddened me. Day
dawned at last; l left the hermitage
and turned toward the village, where
my new brothers, in arms were mus
tered. They all believed that had
been left on the field. They received
mo with open arms; they hoaped
compliments and honors upon me.
Then all at once, while talking to
them, learned that twenty one pris'
oners were to be shot that very morn.
ing. A presentiment crossed my
mind; could Basil be among them2 l
fastened away. The platoon of exc
cution was already formed. l heard
some shots; the firing had begun,
My eyes sought you, but, blinded to
grief, they could not sec. Finally, /
deserted you. You were about to be
shot dead; there were not moro than
two numbers before it came to your
turn. What was | to do2 / was
crazy; uttered cry, | seized you in
my arms and in an agonizcd, desper-
ate voice | exclaimed: Oh, not that
one, my general, not that one! The
general residing over the execution
who already know OF me through my
conduct Of the previous evening, ad-
dressed me: Why not2 Is he a
musician2" This word was to mo
what the light of day would be if
made suddenly visible to a blind man.
A musicianl I exclaimed; Yes, yes,
my general--a musician, great
musician. AS for you, however, you
had fallen senseless. "And on what
instrument docs he playa" asked the
general. On what Instrument On
--on tho--yes, that is it-that is So
on the cornot-a-piston. "Do you
need cornot piston3" pursued tho
general addressing tho bandmaster
The answer took five seconds-fivo
centuries to me. ayes, general, pre-
csely," said the bandmastor at last
UThon lot thono toLo thia man from
The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1875-11-18
The Cornet-A> Piston.
FROM THE FRENCH.

"Master Basil, play us a little tune
we want to dance"
"No, my children"
"Why nos"
"Because / have made vow not
to-"
"To whom9o
"To myselt-to one who has gone
to your poor mother, my child"
At these words, spoken in falter
ing tone, veil of sadness suddenly
covered all the faces present.
ooh, if you but knew what it cost
me to learn musicr' continued the
old man.
"The storyl the storyl" shouted the
young people-"tell us the story!"
cit is in fact quite story. Listen
then," said Master Basil. And sitting
down under tree, whilst crowd of
curious young heads formed circle
around him, he related in these words
how he had studied the cornet piston
1t is thus that Mazeppa, Lord Byrons
hero, likewise seated under a tree,
related one evening to Charles XII,
terrible story of his riding lesson.
But let us listen to Master Basil:
1t will soon be twenty three years
since Spain was a prey to civil war
Don Carlos and Isabella were cons
tending for the crown, and the Span.
iards, divided into two camps, shed
their blood in this fratricidal strug.
gle bad a friend a lieutenant of
chasseurs, in the same battalion as
myself, tho most able man l ever
knew. We had been brough up to
gether-togetber We had graduated
from college. A thousand times had we
met upon the Same battlefield, fight
ing side by side, and we both wished
to die in the cause of freedom. He
was even, if you please, more liberal
than /.
Unfortunately, my friend Ray
mond was the victim Of an Injustice,
of ali abuse OF anthority-of one of
those arbitary acts sometimes com,
mittod by high officers in the army
which outrage the moro honorable
men Of this noble profession. From
that moment the officers resolved to
abandon his soldiers, the friend to
leave his friend, the liberal to 90
over to the rebels, the subordinate to
kill his colonel.
All my entreaties were useless to
dissuade him from his project. 1t
was a settled thing.
We happened to be at that time in
the province of Asturia, three miles
from the enemy. The night chosen
by Raymond to desert had come-a
cold rainy night; bringing with it me-
lancholy thought; we were to fight
the noxt day. Toward midnight,
just as I was falling asleep, Raymond
entered my tent.
"Basil /" he whispered In my ear.
'"Who is there's"
"It is I. Adieu!"
"You are going already"
eyes. Good Bye" and he grasped
my arm. "Listenn he continued. sIf
as we expect, there should be bat
tie to morrow, and if we meet"-
81 understand; wo are friends"
"Well, We will embrace each other
and continue to fight, each on his
own side. AS for myself, 1 shall
surely die, for will not leave the
field without having my revenge on
the colonel. AS for you, Basil, do
not expose yourself too much. GIoryl
You see what is-smoke."
"And life9"
"Yes, you are right. Become
commander" continued Raymond,
raising his voice. "Tho pay--that is
a more serious matter-rum, tobacco
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"You'ro always off at nights, Loan
DER" said Mrs. spilkins roproachfully
the other evoning. eyes, my DEAR"
replied Spilkins. "You'll remember
even when first proposed, you con-
sidorod mo a protty good offtor."
The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1875-11-18

Work on the Laurens Railroad is
going on with rapidity,
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20
The Vesper Bell.

To the traveller in Spanish America,
the striking of the vesper bells excr-
discs potent charm. As the usage re-
quires everyone to halt, no matter we're
ho may be, ut the first stroke of tho
bell, to- interrupt his conversation, how
ever important, and listen without stir
ring until the conclusion of the chime,
the singularity of whole population
surprised i'll IL moment, as it comes and
goes, held in 8 state of petritication,
and paralyzed as if by an encounter,
may be imagined. On every side you
see gestures interrupted, mouths half
opened for the arrested remark, smiles
lingering or passing into an expression
OF prayer; you would fancy them
nation of statues. A town in South
America ut the tinkle of the Angelus
resembles tho city in tho "Arabian
Nights" whose inhabitants are turned
| into stones. Tho magician here is the
bell ringer but hardly has the vibra-
| tion ceased when q universal murmhr
arises from these Thousands OF Cypress.
cd lungs. Hands meet hands, ques-
tions seek answers, Conversations re-
sumo their course; horses feel the loos-
cned bride and paw the ground; dogs
bark, babies cry, the fathers sing, the
mothers chatter. Tho accidental turns
] thus given to conversation are many.
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20

shrcds of raven hair were twisted round
tho fingers, and the left wrist was dis
located in tho unavailing efforts of the
poor creature to free herself from mis-
cry. Once, only once, wnder the infiu-
onco of powerful battery, did she
open her eyes. But all was oversize
was dead-killed by heartless custom,
uneecmly haste and burial Ignorance.
There arc many reasons why hasty
burialg arc injudicious, not to say in
decorous md unfeeling. The use of
opiatcs and the increase of nervous
diseases i'll the United States have GER
tainly had tendency to develop cases
OF catnlepsy or trance. a man sud-
denly stricken down with apoplexy,
palsy, epilepsy or some one Of tho
many forms OF brain disease appar-
emily life has departed, and he is i'm
mediately shut mp in box, prayed
over and hurried away with unneces-
sary haste to his last resting-place
In the heat of summer it is of course
desirable that speedy intermcnt should
take place, but that very heat soonest
develops the sign which no eyes can
mlstake-the presence of decomposi-
ton. Until tile phenomenon he's taken
place it is neither right, reasonable nor
in accordance with common feeling
and decency that body Which has
lived its little life should be consigned
to the dust fresh from which it sprung.
= Chicago Hatcr- Ocean.
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20
Indigo and it's Preparation

The dye called indigo" is obtaine,
from an herbaceous plant cultivated OF
large plantations in India. IT is Gu
close to the ground with reaping hook.
and tied into bundles these bundles
on arriving Mt the factory are measured
by chain, being paid for to the ryots
at fixed rate of SO many bundles for a
rupee, each man getting paper stating
the number of bundles he has given in
each day. A sufficient quantity of
plant having arrived, the filing OF the
vats commences, the bundles of plant
are put into the upper row Of vats till
they ara flied, bamboos are laid across,
and two heavy beams of wood are
tightly screwed down over them. The
;tiiling of tho vats being completed,
water IS pumped into them from a res
ervoir close ut hand, these pumps being
worked by coolies feet treading them.
something after the fashion of tread
mill. The plant is left sleeping, &c.
cHrding to the weather, from eight to
ten hours, it, being the duty of the
"rung mistree"-tbe man who looks
sftAr tho dAtnslaef; thc n1unufacturinp-
to say when the plugs closing tl.o ur:';..
ings leading from the higher to the
lower vats are to be reopened and tho
"tlCT ullOWGt 10 HOW -HlO tl1C lOWCT
watts. This done, tho boatcrs get i'll,
eight men to each vat, and commence
heating tho water with long poles
ellaped like paddles. Tho beating Of
the watts generally takes about two
hours. The beaters present IL most eX-
traordlnary appearance as they step ont
from tho watts, dyed from head to foot q
dark blue, which gives their bronze
skins curious tinge by which vat
coolies may he known for weeks aftor
tho manufacturing. The beating OF
tho watts over tho indigo subsidies tho
waste water is carried off by means of a
drain, and the indigo flows by another
drain to the reservoir, whence it is
pumped into tho boilor, boiled, run off
to table, pressed, and carried to the
drying house rs before described from
the time the plant is cnt till the indigo
reaches the drying house occupying
from two to three dnys. On the proper
sleeping, beating, and boiling Of the
indigo in II great measure depends the
quality Of the produce. though tho soil
on which it is grown and tho watcr in
which it is stepped also materially affect
it. Tho manufacturing season general
ly lasts about six weeks. and the indigo
is fit for packing about the beginning
of November. Before packing COM
mences sample cakes Of each days
manufacture are examined, and the in
digo arranged according to color, SO
that each chest may be Of as uniform n
quality rs possible.
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20
Sheep on q Farm.

Sheep are undorvalued by the mass
land holders as II means of keeping up
the fertility of the soil and putting
money into the pockets of farmers.
The moment one begins to talk of
sheep husbandry, the listener or reader
begins to look for wool quotations, rs
if wool was all that yields profit from
sheep. One might as we'll look for
wheat quotations alone when there is
talk about the profit of farming.
Sheep on Il farm yield both wool and
mutton. They multiply with great
rapdity They arc the best of farm
scavengers. cleaning II field" as no
other class of animals will. They give
back to the farm moro in proportion to
what they take from it tharl any other
animal, and distribute it better with n
| view to the future fertility of the soil
Prove tins? There is no need OF proof
to those who have kept sheep, and
know their habits and the profits they
yield TO prove it to those who have
not the experience, it is necessary they
/ should try tho experiment. or accept the
! testimony OF an experienced shepherd.
But the live stock OF s. farm should
not, necessarily, he sheep, exclusively.
Cattle, horseH, swine, have their re-
apective places in the firm economy
How many OF each to keep iH qncs
ton that locality, character Of markets
adaptation of soil, prodisposi:ion, tastt
and SKILL ut tie husbardman must de
eide. But cns thing ought not to lbs
forgotten, that tue more stock II MAJ
keeps on his farm the more grass ano
it ought to, and, if properly managed
it will grow. Tho rat&s of increase
will correspond with tho business tact
technical and practical knowledge, rni
] skill 81 tho iinshnndman. N,W InlI
! lPrriH.
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20
THE >BOROLINK.

Ontr, upon golden afternoon,
Win radiant tacea and hearts III tune,
i"o iun'l lovcrF, IN dreaming mood,
Threaded rural solitude.
Wholly GappT. they only knew
Ihat , ne Inttit was bright and the sky hluc
ihat light aud beauty, and Joy, and song
,r n.::'tiHu 'hc ~aJ as ticy passed alonE
;l,i me nif WAS ft"Erant with wood and scents
Inc squirrel frlskct Oh the roadside fence
Aud hovcrirg near thc,n, I" Chcc. chcc, ch iuk ,
:. 9iered tho curious bGbolink. % ~
pa'isinE and petrpg with sitleong head,
As faucily que stioHng all they said: s.!
while the ox-cye danced on It's slender stem,
And nj! glad nature roioced with them.
over the odurops fields were strown
Whiting witrowR OF grass mown,
And rosy hows of clover bloom
SnrGcd in the sunshine aud brcathcd perfume
Swinging low on Rlcuder limb,
The spHrrow warh'ed his wedding hymn,
And balancing on n blackberry bricr,
The boholink sung with his heart OH fire
,Ch I,Ch,nhi = r"w ,eish 10 Kiss her, do!
Onfy rc three! ! zee tkrcc! zee Mrce!"
Under the sarlands OF dropping vines
Through dim vfstns of sweet-breatred DincH,
Past wide meadow fields, lately moved
,o MMnsorrd ,nv the inaelat g lf country road,
And, lettering slowly, as lovers will,
Entered ns enG grayroqfsd gray r., tS bridge that lay
Under It's arch smooth, brown stream,
Silently glidcd with CLINT and gleam
Shaded by graceful elms which spread,
iHcli f'Tu'irp'S canopy oN0TnCau-
Ine stream so narrow, the boughs wide,
they met and mingled across the tide
AldcrB loved it, and seemed 10 keep
Patient watch as il lay nslcap.
Mirroring clearly the trees and sky,
And the fitting form Of the dragon-hy-
Save where the swift -wingcd swallows played
In ana out in tho sun and shadc.. -.
And dnrtinG anh circllng in merry chase,
Dipped and dimred it's clear. dark face.
fluttering lightly from brink to brink,
Followed :he Earrulous bobolink,
Rallsing loudly with mirthful din,
The pair who fingered unseen within,
And when from the friendly bridge At last
Into the road beyond they passed.
Again beside them the tempter went,
Keeping the thread of his argument
kisa her Kiss her! chink-a-chce-chec!
1W not mention itl Don't mind me!
iW be scntinei-I can see
AH around from this tail Jcuch-trce! :"
Dut all! they noted-nor deemed 1t strange
ln.his rollicking chorus n trifng change
- Do Il! do itg'-with might and main
Marbled tho tell-tale-"16 II tagaiu!v
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20

-Lenten dinners nro becoming fash
ionable, the aim being to give ms great
variety as possible in the kinds and
cookery OF fish. Aprintcd bill OF fare
on ono OF tiIcac occasions mentioned
fifteen different fish served III n null
tiplicity OF ways.
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20
: One Of the boys just.before retnr,

One Of the boys just. retnrn-
ing TO Cornell, the other day, sent n
young lady friend of his cake of
Lubip's finest variety of toilet soap,
with tho request that she would draw
no infcrencs on receiving suc!l 1t gift.
The next day tic yonng man was some
what astonisl,cd when lic received let
ter from the young lady containing tho
present OF a iine.tooih comb, with tho
request that he would draw no infer
encos thcrcfrom.
The free citizen. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-03-20

A novelty in the mode of hanging
criminals was recently introduced ut
Ncwcntc, England. Inetcad OF erect
ing the usual scai,old above gronnd, II
pit was dug i'll tho soil, and trap.
door made level with the ground,
opening into the pit. Tho convict was
pinioned by tho executioner on tho top
Of the trap, and at a given signal tho
drop fell, and the unfortunate ceased
to live.
New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-12-19

about the head. eThere has been such
evidences of returning vitality manifested
IN Louisiana and Mississippi that the
friends of the government and the country
propose to apply a preventive at once. 1t
is simpler and cheaper than curative.
The Tribune and every other apologist
for wrong doing may rest assured that
there will be talk of rebellion SO long as
there is any to talk about. That the
blood-stained garments of innocent vic
TINS will be shown to the impartial jury
SO long as it may be deemed necessary.
If wicked men do not wish to be con-
fronted with the bloody witnesses of their
crimes they will find more effectual
protection in reform than in the peremp-
tory order of the Tribune to ''shut up, ="
even though it be echoed throughout the
length and breadth Of the land by the
friends of rebellion.
New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-12-19
TILLEY,s SATISFACTION,

Charles d. Tilley, native of Ireland
but resident of Augusta, Georgia, had
the misfortune to be talked about the
other day in such manner as to arouse
his angry passions. He called it wounded
honor. The "usual course of gentle
man" was pursued. A challenge sent to
the alleged slanderer brought about a
duel, in which Tilley was shot and killed.
According to the old theory of duels, he
was to blame in the original controversy.
The trial by battle was instituted for the
purpose of settling disputes which had
no other obvious mode of solution. The
victim was always held to blame and the
survivor exculpated. This, too, in an age
where strong and active man, used to
prodding people to death with spear,
and trained to the use of arms, was more
than match for an adversary not so IA
vorably endowed. The pistol has put
men rather more on an equality, and made
dueling game more of hazard than skill.
OF late no other moral effect comes from
a duel than the convincing proof it affords
that the parties are willing to risk their
lives to prove their honor. Tilley has
proved his, and obtained the satisfaction
of a fatal wound in his groin, which let
out his life after two or three days pain
full suffering. His antagonist, on the
other hand, has the satisfaction of know
ing that the blood of poor, weak minded
young man is on his hands. As the VIC
tim provoked the quarrel to the outrance,
however, it may be regarded more the
survivor s misfortune than fault
New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-12-19
A man whose case has stood eleven f,

A man whose case has stood eleven for
conviction, one for acquittal, may be,
legally speaking, perfectly honest man;
mechanically he is eleven-twelfths of a
convict. But mathematics is an exact
science, and makes no allowance for
things. Actually, the one-twelfth carries
the point, because, under the law and the
practice under it, the eleven have no
right to their opinion until sanctioned by
the twelfth juror. We tope the public
will look at this matter purely in its legal
light and not presume to apply the prin-
ciples of morality to it.