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Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27
Letter from California.
HAYWOOD, CAL, Dec. 81, 1875.

HAYWOOD. Cal, Dec. 81, 1870.
Editor Ells,oorth american:
DEAR SIR The year 1875 can now be
reckoned with the past, and as for the
golden state. it can be said to be year of
prosperity, although few as usual have
been unfortunate. and labored under dis.
advantages. The suspension of the Cali
fOrnia Banks has had a serious effect on
business matters generally. But now, bus
iness is going on about as usual, and in my
opinion. after few months has expired,
our financial crisis will only be thought of
as something Of the past. Iu some parts
of our state, crops have been nearly fail
ure on account of scarcity of rain, but in
large portion of the state crops were very
good. and we are now exporting large
quantities of grain to foreign countries.
The present winter. so far, has been unus-
ually favorable, general rain in abundance
has visited all parts Of the state. Feed for
stock is very good, about the same as the
middle of May in the Eastern States. The
mines are yielding their hidden treasures.
At the present time, 1876 bids fair to be a
year of great prosperity on the Pacific
coast.
l was saddened to learn of the death of
your worthy townsman, William Campbell.
l had few days previous, received letter
from him. in which he informed me OF his
feeble condition, and enquired of me in
reference to the climate. etc., in this vicin-
ity. FASTENED to answer his letter, but 1t
was too late for him to receive before his
death.
1 send you my subscription for the Amer
ican for the year 1876. value that paper
more than any paper have ever seen, for
1t is from the home Of my childhood.
Respectfully Yours,
GEO. BROWN.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

A clergyman rather addicted to practica!
joking was once dining at a country inn 1t
was his custom to carry with him on his
journeys small phial of pungent cayenne
and at the dinner one of the party asked
him for ''pinch or two of his red salt"
1t was impaired without a word of eau
ton. The potent pepper was not long in
making the epoor fellows acquaintance.
His face soon became scarlet; the tonsils
Of his throat began to swell; his eyes brim-
med with tears; and he rose in an agony
of distress and roared like the great brin-
die bull in his own cattle yard at home.
He caught at the parsons suggestion,
water" and almost drained stone jug
which stood upon a side-table. Just replen-
i>hed with cold spring water AS soon as
he could speak, he said to his rural neigh
bor; ''Jedediah, for the lands sake does nv
mouth blazer" mo, Hiram, it don't but
it smoks, tell you - The fiery victim of
the clerical practical joke strobe in front
of parson. with i''indignation in aspect
and said do you know, mister, that
took you for parson :" Il am, indeed.
an humble member of the CLOTH" was the
reply. "Oh. you BE, be you? And do
you think 1t is anyhow consistent with
your calling to travel about the country in
this way, carrying hell fire in your breeches
pocket?"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27
Vol. XXI. Whole No. 1895. No. 4,

WHY NoT?-The Nevada Chronicle thus
describes an instance of poetical justice-a
man obliged to take care OF his own child.
which doom the editor calls "a fearful
fate"
This morning a Chronicle reporter OBJ
served detected Piute buck standing on
the street, and (wonder of wonders y hold
ing in his arms a baby! The brave
glanced uneasily about him, as if fearful
that his degradation would be observed,
and seemed to take anything but kindly to
his charge. Presently two sQuaws emerged
from the house behind him, each CARRYING
a pappoose on her back, and the three
waddled off down the middle of the street.
The reporter shortly afterward had the
honor Of shaking hands with Captain Bob,
the Piute swell, respondent In a green
blanket and plug hat, and sought solu-
ton Of the baby puzzle. The Captain
smiled several inches and affably explained
that the reporter had witnessed one of the
domestic penalties of the tribe. When
twins are born to buck who is not favor
ed with grown-up daughters, he Is by Pi-
ute law obliged to take full charge of the
superfuous infant until it is able to walk,
when 1t reverts to the care Of the mother.
The unfortunate brave is thus subjected to
a practical slavery of two years length, as
he hugs the wickiup very closely, being in
a chronic state of modification and dis
gust. From the manner in which the Cap
tain chuckled and grunted during his ex-
PLANTATION, it would seem that the father of
twins becomes the butt of the wags of the
tribe. 1.-Two pappoose," concluded Bob,
as he gazed wistfully at the worn coat OF
the reporter, "no good. He all same hell"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

DYsrEPSIA-ITS CAUSE AND CURE.-The
most universal cause of dyspepsia is eating
TOO often, too fast. and too much The
general rules should be:
Eat thrice a day
2--Not an atom between meals.
3-Nothing after two o'clock but slice
OF cold bread and bitter and one cup OF
hot drink
4-Spend half an hour at least in takinu
each meal.
Gut up all meats and hard food in
pea-sized pieces.
o-NeYer eat enough to cause the slight
est uncomfortable sensation afterwards
.Never work or study hard within
hall an hour OF eating.
Inc most universal and unfaIlible indj-
cation that person is becoming dyspeptic
IS some uncomfortable sensation comipp
on uniformly after each meal, whether that
be IN the stomach, throat or anywhere
else. The formation of wind i'm the
stomach, indicated by eructation. belchinp
or otherwise, demonstrates that dyspep>
Is hXlng Itself III the system Then thcr,
Is only one course 10 pursue, and that j,
lnfalilble; eat less and less at each meal.
until no wind Is generated and no uncom-
Portable sensation is experienced il any
parto the body. No medicine ever cured
confirmed dyspepsia eating plain food
regularly and living out of doors indus
triously will cure most caSes.-Hall's Jour.
nal of Health.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

Here is an old story of Yankee cap
tain and his mate: Whenever there was
a splum pudding made, by the captains
orders all of the plums were put into one
end OF it, and that end placed next to the
captain. who, after helping himself, passed
it to the mate, who never found anv plums
in his part OF it. We'll, after this game had
been played for some time, the mate pre-
vailed on the steward to place the end
which had no plums in it next to the cap.
tain. The captain no sooner saw the pud-
ding than he discovered that he had the
wrong end of it. Picking up the dish, and
turning it in his hands as il merely exam.
lining the china, he said, This dish cost
me two shillings in Liverpool" and put it
down again. as though without design.
with the plum end next to himself. lis it
possible3" said the mate, taking up the
dish. II shouldn't suppose it was worth
more than shilling." and, as if in perfect
innocence, he put down the dish with the
plum end next to himself The captain
looked at the mate, the mate looked at the
captain. The captain laughed, the mate
laughed. Il tell you what, young one, "
said the captain, you've found me out, 50
we'll just cut the pudding lengthwise this
time"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

A REMARKABLE MEETING
years ago, william Lester, poor carpen-
ter, died at Boston. Three of his children
were taken West by a friend, and the
fourth, little girl, was placed in a Boston
asylum. Last September the only survi-
vor of the Western members OF the family
came East 10 seach of his sister. having
himself become very wealthy. He found
that the girl had been adopted by John
Wheeler, a dry goods merchant, but he
had been dead dozen years, and there
was no trace of the girls whereabouts
since. Being discouraged he started West
again, but on the train, little way out of
Boston. he noticed bevy of girls who en-
tered the cars one who remarkably resem-
bled his mother. He lett the train when
they did, and soon found that it was In
deed his sister, who was living with her
poor adopted mother. She had never been
told that she was an adopted child, and il
was long before she could realize her situ-
alton. The young lady could not be pre-
vailed upon to accompany her brother
West, but as she looks upon the luxuries
with which she and her adopted mother
have been surrounded by her brother, she
enjoys the pleasure OF real romance.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

writer in Scribner's Monthly gives a
lew very practical suggestions in regard
10 reading, and nothing is more timely for
these long winter evenings. He saws; II
have no time to read is the common com
plant, and especially of women who's. ae-
cupatIens are such as TO prevent coutinu-
Gus book perusal. They seem TO think be-
cause they cannot devote to books what
they are compelled TO devote to their avo-
cation. that they cannot read anything
But this is great mistake. 1t isn't the
books We finish at a sitting which always
do us the most good Those;we devour
In the odd moments, half a dozed pages at
"A time, often give Us more satisfaction aud
are mere thoroughly digested than those
we make particular effort to read The
men who have made their mark in the
world have generally been the men who
have in boyhood formed the habit OF read
ing at every available moment. whether OF
nve moments or five hours.
1t Is the habit uf reading rather than the
time at our command, that helps Us on the
road to learning. Many of the cultivated
persons, whose names have been famous
as students, have given only two or three
hours day TO their books. If we make
use OF our spare minutes in the midst of
our work. and read little, if but a page
or paragraph, we shall nnd our brains
quickened and our tolls lightened by just
so much increased satisfaction as the book
gives us. Nothing helps along the monot-
onous daily rounds SO much a. fresh and
striking thoughts, to be considered while
our hands are busy.
new idea from volumeis like oil
which reduced the friction of the machin-
cry OF life. What we remember from
brief glimpses into books, often serves Us
stimulus TO action, and becomes one of
the most precious deposits in the treasury
of our recollection. All knowledge is made
up OF small parts which would seem insig-
ulfcant in themselves, but which taken to-
gether are valuable weapons for the mind
and substantial armor tor the soul. Read
anything continuously says lDr. johnson.
and you will be learned The odd min.
utes which We are inclined to waste, if
carefully availed of will in the long turn
make golden hours aud golden days that
We shall ever be thankful for
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

WHAT TO READ.-Are you deficient in
TASTE Read the best English poets, such
as Thompson, Gray, Goldsmith. Pope,
Cowper, ,Coleridge. Scott, and Worth.
Are you deficient in Imagination? Read
Milton. Akenside, Burke and Shakespeare
Are you deficient in power OF reasoning'
Read Chillingworth, Beacon and Locke.
Are you deficient in judgment and good
sense III the common affairs of life? Read
Franklin.
Are you deficient in sensibility? Read
Goethe and Makensie.
Are you deficient in political knowledge?
Read Mouiesquie, the Federalist, Webster
and Calhoun.
Are you deficient IN patriotism? Read
Demosthenes and the Life OF Washington.
Are you deficient In conscience? Read
some of President Edwards works.
Are you deficient in anything? Read the
Bible.-Halls Journal of Health
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

shaping itself in her face, For the first
time IN years prayer forced itself from
her lips. LET this cup pass from me :"
cried poor Jane.-"Don't let Dora die"
And at that moment servant knocked
at the door: and pat card into her hand.
Jane started and turned pale as she read
miles Van Dorm" She went down stairs
firmly persuaded the whole thing was Il
dream.
Miles got upon his feet when she came
In, with the awkward conviction that his
presence there was an intrusion, aud his
errand an impertnence. 'I am sen. here
by MIR. Peyton," he said briefly, Ito ask il
you will accompany him down to your
house In the country this morning. He
proposes starting as early as possible"
''As min lister ?" cried Jane Does he
dare to think of fastening the poor Chi Ids
doom by telling her she is going to die
Great Heaven" said Jane, becoming more
and more excited. "He can do her no
possible good. There Is only one person
In the world that can" Jane paused alb
ruptly.
The slumbering heat in the eyes of Miles
Van Dorm leaped into blaze. And that
person Is not, then, alph?r he asked, ca
gerly.
why. the monstrous egotism of the fel-
low" said Jane, laughing with the air of
one to whom laughing Is unfamiliar. "Of
course 1t isn't. How could he dream of
such a thing?''
1T is natural sometimes to fall into err
ror, SAID Miles. gradual agitation be-
traying itself in his ordinarily cold and
measured tones. Il have myself been
driven to think of this subject; il has en-
urely against my judgement. absorbed
much OF time Sinna thar irh
Dora tainted have found it impossible to
keep her from my thoughts. You will par
don my determination 10 discover this par
" who can be OF benefit to your young sis
ter II confess TO you, Miss Fairfield"
Miles paused; sudden impulse of passion
swept away AL his rhetoric. He went over
to Jane. IL love Dora, he cried; Il love
her with my whole heart and soul. Now
tell me. who IS this party OF whom you
speak,"
Why. then. God bless you. Miles Van
Dorm! said Jane, the tears bursting from
her burning eyes; THAT party is Yourself =
These tears, seemingly WIRING from an
unwilling source. melted the heart of Miles
Van Dorm. Miss Fairicld-Jane," he
SAID. at has not been my fault that Dora
has suffered. have not dared TO think OF
love- It mas not been part of my plan of
lie. IL did not seem possiole--I did not
know"
But you know now" said Jane. Hast
en- back TO Ralph, tell him the little mistake
he has made, and meet me at the train"
Needless 10 tell OF the interview between
Miles and Ralph.or strive TO paint the rap
ture OF Jane when she was able to give in-
to her darling's hands the elixir of life in
the old shape of love.
Jane had the felicity afterward to see
Dora, dressed in a marvellous mixture of
lace and illusion, singing TO thousands of
people who hung entranced upon her voice.
But It was not as a cGRtdtrice she sang, nor
altogether to further the delight and am
oltlon of her good sister Jane; it was at
charity concert, as the wife of the eminent
judge and jurist, Miles Van Dorm.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27
- ~S

a WIFE'S PowLR.-A good wife Is to n
man, wisdom, strength and courage; a
bad one is confusion, weakness and des-
pair, No condition is hopeless to man
where the wife possesses frmness, decs-
ion and economy. There is no outward
propriety which can counteract Incidence,
extravaganza and folly at home. No
spirit can long endure bad influence. Man
is strong; but his heart is not adamant
He reeds tranquil mind and especially
If he is an intelligent man, with whole
head, he needs its moral force in the con-
flict of life. 70 recover his composure.
home must be place of peace and COM
fort. There his soul renews its Strength
and goes forth with renewed visor TO en-
counter the labor and troubles OF life. But
it at home he finds no rest, and there is
met with bad temper, jealousy and gloom,
or a>sailed with complaints and censure.
hope yanishes. and he sinks into despair.
i Pen and Plow.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

We had always supposed that behind
the screens one sees strung across the
back end of a dressmaking establishment.
was where they keep the wood box and
coal scuttle, and innocently enough We
started to 90 behind one the other day. to
spit. No, it wasn't a ghost, for ghosts
don't yell so, or jump over a cord of boxes.
and try to hide behind a spool of thread.
but there was enough of something behind
them to keep US in the front part of the
shop after this.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

NEwsPAPERs.-A newspaper is win
dow through which men look out on all
that is going on in the world; without a
newspaper a man is shut up in a small
room, and knows little or nothing Of what
is happening outside of himself In our
day the newspapers keep pace with history
and record it. A newspaper will keep a
sensible man in sympathy with the worlds
current history. 1t is an enfolding ency-
clopedia, an unbound book. forever issuing
and never finished.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27
pottrp.
Winter Wheat.
BY VIC. BRYANT.

BY W. c. BRYANT.
From "a The Song OF The Soteer.'
The naples redd-n in the sun;
In Autumn gold the beeches stand.
Rest faithful plow, thy work Is done
Upon the teeming land.
Boriered with trees whose gay leaves fly
On every breath that sweeps the sky,
The fresh. dark acres furrowed lie,
And ask the sewers hand.
Loose the tired steed. and let him 60
10 pasture. where the gentians blow,
And we. who till the grateful ground,
Fling we. the golden shower around.
Fling wide the generous grain we ding
Ger the dark mold the green of Spring.
For thick the emeralc blades shall grow.
When first the March winds melt the snow
And % the sleeping flowers, below.
The early blue birds sing.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

A clergyman, after preaching a tedi-
Gus sermon OH happiness, during which he
enumerated the various classes Of happy
persons, asked one Of his elders what he
thought of his discourse. You omitted
one large class of the happy" replied the
elder, "anG that is they who escaped your
sermon"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

what size do you wear, sir?" blandly
inquired the halter. Il think" said the
customer, about" Just then in
backing towards the mirror he stepped on
piece Of orange peel and sat down sud-
denly--"about cap-size, think. y New
York Commercial Advertiser
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

Ole Bull was once seeing the sights at
Donnybrook fair, when he was attracted
by the sound of very loud violin in a
tent. He entered and said. My good
friend, do you play by noteg' sThe deuce
a note, SIR ''Do you play by ear. thenr'
'Niver an ear. yer honor" "Hew do you
play, them? BE main strength, be jab-
bers,"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27
Palace and Puritan.

Old Europe groans with palaces.
Has Lords enough and more -
We plant and build by foaming seas
A city OF the poor,
For day 10y DAY could Boston Bay
Their honest labor overpay.
The noble craftsman we promote.
Disown the knaye aud fool.
Each honest man shall have his vote
Each child shall have his school.
For what avail the plow or ssil,
or land. or life. il freedom fail:
From Boston, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
February Atlantic.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

A little boy of four years, standing In
the moonlight by his sister aged six, said
to her, Isn't God good man, Nellie, TO
give US such a beautiful moonT' 'Oh.
Freddie said the sister. in earnest remon-
STRANGE, "dOn't call God a man, for il ever
there WAS gentleman, l am sure God is
One!" Facts.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

An original neighbor of old Rip Van
Wrinkle was said to b+ so lazy that when
he went to hoe corn he worked so slowly
that the shade of his bread-brimmed hat
killed the plants.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27
A Song, With a Moral.

When the winter bloweth loud,
And the earth i in a shroud.
Frozen rain or sleety snow
Dimming every dream below
There Is o'er spot OF green
Whence the heavens may be seen.
When our Purse is shrinking fast.
And our friend i lost (the last)..
And the world doth pour its pain.
Sharper than the frozen rain
There i still a spot Of green
Whence the heavens may be seen.
Let H. never meet despair
While the little spot l. there;
Winter brighteneth into May,
And sullen night 10 sunny day
seek we then the SPOT Of green
Whence the heavens may be seen.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

"A poetical New Yorker, learning that
the late N. P. Willis named his residence
''Glen Mary" after his wife, concluded
that was just about the right thing to do,
and SO he calls his house "Glen Matilda
Jane"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-01-27

Only lock Of Golden hair"
The lover wrote, 'Perchance tonight
1t formeth on her pillow fair.
A halo bright"
"Only lock of golden hair"
The maiden, smiling, sweetly said,
As she laid it over the back of chair
And went TO bed.
The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1876-09-28
Tales OF my Grandmother.

liooglcy's boy has been spending
his summer vacation with his grand
father and grandmother down East
He got home this week, and II few
evenings ago, while sitting on a curb
stone adjusting n rag on his sore heel,
he was telling Squcaky tone OF his
chnns) what Il good time he had. The
following is story: "I'ye got the old
boss grandmotherf for telin' stories, but
don't you forget it. She is as much as
300 years old, with great long crook
ed chin, and her face kinder looks like
pork-scraps, but she's a bully old gal,
and cant she tell some awful Injun
stories. She says she's got three mat
trcsses stuffed with Injun hair that
my grandfather killed and scalped
when he was a young man. All my
grandmother PLIERS are stuffed with
Injun's hair, too, she says. My grand
father he's got an old flintlock gun
that guess was made when Noer cum
out in the ark. My grandfather used
TO shoot bears'n tigers'n elefunts'n
crockcrdiles'n all kinds of birds and
everything. My grandfather shot his
gun inter lion or wolf one day, and
the wolf crowd mad'n run out of the
woods'n run inter naber's house'n
swallercd three little children. My
granfather he runs'n grabbed the wolf
and skinned HMM saved the children
fore they's ct up. Piruts used to sail
up the river in front of my grandfath-
er's house'n they used to rob folks and
murder 'em'n git their mummy; they
used to murder thousand fol's day
sometimes'n berry the gold in cave.
My granpmother was all alone one
day, and sum piruts cum and set the
house afire, and my grandmother
throw'd bilin' hot water on the piruts,
and they left four millions Of gold and
run off. You ought to see my grand
mother and hear her tell things!n-
Boston Sunday Courier.