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Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
The Care OF Harness

The first point to observe is to loon
the leather soft and pliable; this can be
done only by keeping it we'll charged
with grease; water is DESTROYER of these.
but mud and saline moisture, are even
more Obstructive. Mud in driving. ab-
serbs the grease and opens the pores of
the leather, masking it a ready prey to the
water, while the salty character of the
Persplratlon from the animal INJURIES the
leather, stitching and mountinps. II
therefore follows that to preserve 3 har-
ness, the straps should be washed and oil
ed whenever they have been moistened
by sweat or soiled by mud. To do this
eftectually, the straps should be unbuck-
LED and detached; then wash with little
water and brown soap, then coat with a
mixture OF neatsfOot oil and allow If to
remain undisturbed until the water is
dried out; the rubbing Is important. as it.
in, addition to removing the surplus oil
and grease, tends to close the pores and
gives finish to the leather. In HANGING
harness care should be taken to allow AZ
straps to hang their full length; brides
gig saddles and collars should be huno
upon forms of the shape of each. Light
IS essential to the care of leather. and
when the harness closet is dark the door
should be left open, at least half the time
during the day. All closets should be
ventilated, and when possible they should
be we'll lighted. To clean plated mould
lngs use chamois with a little trip oil
or rotten stone, but they should be scour-
ed as little as possible. Rubber covered
goods are cleansed in the same way.
Leather covered needs to he brushed
and rubbed with wooden rag. If a
! harness IS thoroughly cleaned twice a
year, and when duly treated as we have
recommended, the leather will retain its
sottness and strength for many years.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
A Husbands Explanation.

If is facttlat has been noticed and
commented upon time out Of mind, that
many husbands neglect those little atten-
tons and marks of affection of which
they are so lavish during f cir courtship.
There is reason for custom which.
though reprehensible in the abstract, has
the sanction of all but universal practice,
and it becomes t e duty of the philoso-
pher to see into and expound it. Perhaps 1t
is best illustrated by an anecdote which
was told Causeur by friend, whose wife,
by the way, manifested her deep displeas-
ure in very decided terms while he was
relating it. Itseems that on Columbia
avenue there dwchs welded pair who
were made one last fall. No knight of
old was more devoted to his ssfair ladye''
than was the husband during the honey
moon and the moon that folio. ed it. But
ere the third moon had aned, the wife
noted-or thought she noted, no doubt it
was fancy--a change. As time passed
on, it became still more apparent. Her
husband was loving, of course, but some
how there was a lack of the old ardor,
there was falling in the OLD demon
strativeness. This troubled her, and wo-
manli sc. she as quick to conclude that
his love for her had cooled. One even
ing, after thinking the matter over
all day, she broke out with.
"You don't love me any more" 'What
makes you think So" he asked in bust
ness like way, scarcely lifting his eyes
from the book which he was reading.
Because" she sobbed, ssyou never pet
me any more, and you are not half 50 at.
tentive as you used to be-" And then
she broke down into regular cry. The.
husband saw that something must be
done. Laying aside his book, and re-
gretfully rclinqulshing his cigar-a man
does hate to he disturbed when once set
tied for the evening he ent to his
weeping wife and led her to the window.
"My dear," he said, "do you see that
horse-car coming up the avenue?" II
dc" she sobbed. ''And do you see that
man running to catch it?'' eyes, dear,
what of it?' And do you see he is
straining every nerve, that he is shouting
to the conductor at the top of his voice,
and doing his best to make the car stop? )
81 do, said his ife, whose curiosity was
aroused, "but what on earth has that to
do" "One moment, my dear Look
again. Do you observe that he has
caught the car, and that he is no longer
running, but is probably quietly seated
inside taking rest. He has got through
shouting and running because he has
caught the car. Now, my dear, at this
point he kissed away her tears sit is
just so with me. have caught the car. ;
And with that the self satisfied monster
led his wife back to her seat on the sofa.
and silently resumed his easy chair and
book.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
Large Farming a Precarious Business

The following figures are given by
San Francisco correspondent Of Phila-
delphia paper, as evidence that farming
on a gigantic scale is profitable neither to
the country nor the farmer He saws:
The largest eat producer in California.
or in the world, is DR.. j. II. Glenn. He
was formerly from Monroe county,
Missouri. He is a man of great enter
prise and energy. His rancho lies in
Colusa county, and comprises 10000
acres, nearly all arabic land. He has
this year $4,000 acres in wheat, which, at
a low calculation, will produce 100000
bushels. His wheat will sell for So
cents per bushel, or $765, 900. DR. Glenn
has been farming ten years, and one
would suppose he ought to have hand
some sum to his credit in bank; but what
with a failure of crops which occurs
two years in every five and the enor-
nous interest he pays on his loans, he is
said to owe round million of dollars.
Last year his credit was bad, as he had
no crop. Now, with his splendid crop
in prospect, he will probably get out.
The Dalrimples of St. Paul, who, ten
years ago, were the largest farmers Of
wheat IN Minnesota, raising as much as
10000 bushels in a single year, went to
the wall. Another large wheat raiser is
D. NJ. Reavis, whose land lies on the
borders of Colusa and Butte counties.
He is also from Monroe county, Missouri,
and has an unpretending little estate Of
$4,000 acres, $4,000 OF which are in
wheat, which he thinks will average
this year thirty bushels, or 800, 900 bush
els. He is also hard pressed. and am
told is paying nine per cent on couple
OF hundred thousand dollars Of borrowed
money. If farmers, raising half mil
lion to a million bushels Of wheat, can
not get out Of debt, it might be we'll to
inquire what is t use of having so much
land? The truth is that from the fire.
quent failure of crops in California and
the waste that attends on large operations
of that kind, farming on gigantic scale
In this portion of the Pacific coast must
be considered failure. North OF this,
in Oregon and Washington Territories,
there is no failure of the harvest; fam
ing operations are carried on ON il SIN aller
scale, and consequently the farmers,
while not rolling in wealth, are all we'll
TODD.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
a Story Of the Grand Canon.

The Denver, Col, Tribune tells the fol-
lowing story Of the Grand Canon:
Charles May and his brother Robert,
in the spring of 1870, offered to pass co.
900 railroad ties down the Arkansas from
the mountain source. He SAYS: Our Of
fer was accepted, when we started into
the upper entrance Of the canon with a.
large sklff and provided with six days
provisions and 200 feet of rope, with
which we could lower our boat a hun
dred feet at a time. n this way, at the
end of three days, having set adrift many
hundred ties, we reached the entrance to
the Royal Gorge. Here we discovered
that an attempt to descend the first wa
terfall with two in the boat was certain
destruction. and to return was impossible
Accordingly, I determined to lower my
brother down the fall in the boat, a dis
lance Of 900 feet, give him the rope, and
let him take the chance of the canon (life
seemed more certain in that direction
while l would risk my physical ability
to climb the canon wall, which was about
1900 feet high.
About ten O'clock in the morning
shook hands with my brother, lowered
him safely to the foot Of the fall, gave
him the rope and saw him no more. Then
throwing aside my coat, hat and boots,
and stripping the socks from my feet, 1
commenced my climbing way, often
reaching the height of one or two hun
dred feet, only to be compelled to return
to try some other way. At length, about
4 o'clock in the afternoon, I reached
height upon the smooth cauon wall Of
about thousand feet. Here nv further
progress was arrested by shelving ledge
of rock that jutted out from the ca1on
side foot or more. To advance was
without hope; to return, certain death
Reaching upward and outward, Igrasped
the arm of the ledge with one hand and
then with the other, my feet slipped from
the smooth of the canon, and nv BODY
hung suspended in the air thousand
feet above the roaring waters of the Ar
kansas.
At that moment, I looked downward
to measure the distance would have to
fall when the strength of my arms gave
out. A singing sensation crept through
my hair as my eye caught the strong
root of a cedar bush that projected out
over the ledge, little beyond my reach
My grasp upon the rim Of the ledge was
fast yielding to e weight of my person.
Then determined to make my best eff
fort to raise my body and throw it side
ways, toward the root, so as to bring it
within my grasp. At the moment
commencing the ef'rt, 1 saw my moth
ers's face as she leaned out over the ledge,
reached down her hand and caught me
by the hair. Stranger, my mother died
when yet a young woman, hen and
my brother were small boys, but re-
member her face. was successful in
maAing the side leap of my arms, when.
| drew myself upon the ledge and rested
for time. From here upward my climb
ing way was laborious, but not danger
GUS. I reached the top of the canon Just
as the sun was sinking down behind the
snowy range, and fastened to our camp
at the mouth of the canon where found
my brother all safe. "Charlie," said he,
shave you had your head in flour
sack?" It was then discovered that nv
hair was white as you see it now.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
A Strangers Nose.

Some of those chaps who wear their
elbows down thin leaning on saloon count
ers, have an artificial tly with fine
thread attached to the back, and some
times these toys can be handled to the
amusement of small crowd. When an
unknown man yesterday fell asleep in a
Michigan Avenue saloon, the young man
with an artificial fly was there. He took
position behind his victim, who was w.
ing back IN his chair, and presently the
fly alighted on the stranger nose, walk
ed up the bridge and down, and settled
for a moment on the tip end. The Sleep
er never moved a finger. The fy went
over the old route, dove into the corner of
the left eye, galloped over to the right,
and came down to the grand stand on
t dead run, but the sleeper slept on. It
began to appear that he was used to flies,
and so the game was changed. By stick
ing pm through one of these TOYS. YOU
can make quite bee Of it, the pin being
the stinger. :
When the bee descended on the strang-
er nose, everyone expected to see a
sudden start, but it did not come. After
a jab at the tip end, the bee crawled along
up, waiting for developments and getting
in an occasional sting, but not even a
sigh escaped the sleeper. The young
man With the insect was getting tired,
when the stranger lazily opened his eyes,
slowly rose up from his chair, and coolly
remarked:
"Now, then, if you've got through fool
ing with my nose, II fool with yours
for a ~hile!
It isn't likely that particular young
man will ever bangle artificial flies any
more. he was doubled up, Strengthened
out, choked, mopped and slammed SO
thoroughly that his appetite will run to
chicken-bloth and arnica for some DAYS
to come. When the cyclone had passed,
the stranger called for gin, drank it. and
said to the white. faced crowd on the
bench:
Gentlemen, if any more of you see
anything peculiar about my nose, please
call around and let me know!'
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
The Water Perambulator.

When Cooley read the accounts of
Paul Boynton's exploit in swimming the
English Channel, it struck him that he
could improve little on Boynton's life
preserver. He said he had invented an
apparatus with which man could walk
on the surface OF the water, and with a
little practice glide over it with the veloc-
ity with which good skater skins over
the ice. So he invited party of us down
to the river one d y to see linn operate
the machine. At the appointed time he
appeared with something that looked
like a small gunboat under each arm.
Then he strapped one on each foot, and
we saw that the article was about four
feet long, and shaped like q shallow
scow.
AS he prepared to lower himself over
the edge OF the wharf, he asked us to
designate the point on the other side of
the river at which we wished him to
land. He said it was immaterial to him
whether he went one mile or six, up
stream or down stream, because he could
just hon along over that river like swal-
low. His general idea was to produce a
revolution in navigation, and to make
men independent of steamers and other
vessels when they desired to travel upon
the water with rapidity.
Then he dropped into the stream with
his scows, and steadied himself by hold
ing on to the side of the wharf until he
was ready to start. At last he said the
experiment would begin, and he struck
out with his left foot. The front end of
that particular scow scuttled under the
water, and as he tried to save himself
with his right foot, the end of that SEQ
also dipped do n, and Cooley tumbled.
The next moment he was hanging head
downward IN the river, with not ing Wis
ible to the spectators but the bottoms of
two four-foot gunboats. The patent APP
paratus simply kept all the rest of him
under water. Then couple of men pad
died out in skiff and hauled him in,
Then we unbuckled his sco.s, took of
his clothes, and rolled him over q vinegar
barrel to wor. the water out of hin. In
about an hour he came to, and, uttering
gr0an, he said:
"Where am II"
We explained to him, and he asked:
"Nhat drowned meg''
We told HIM that he was injured by
an attempt to revolutionize navigation.
and he demanded:
How try to do lt?'
We reminded him that he had started
for a skim up the river with frigate
tied to each foot, and then he asked >
"Where the deuce are them ma
chinese"
We showed them to him, and, calling
Ben Martin to him he said, family: :
"Ben, wish you'd cuss them things for
me. Cuss EN- vigorous, and then split
EN- up into kin'lin wood for the poor.
I'm too weak to do justice to the sub
ject."
Then we took him home, and he was
in bed for a fortnight. He says now that
all he wants to live for is to see Boynton
some day go chuck to the bottom. Then
he'll be perfectly happy. Mac Adler.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
He Didn't Want to Talk.

He was a nice young man, with fine
little cane, polished boots ana stand-up
collar. and he wore button hole bouquet,
composed of a rose and two or three vio1
let's. Button-hole bouquets are all right.
They don't cost anything to speak of,
and the wearer is generally certain to be
taken for the sou Of millionaire, or the
head clerk in wholesale tea store. The
nice young man sat down beside moth
erly old lady in street-car. She had a
market basket on her lap,a nlckle be-
tween her fingers, and did not even scowl
when q boy stepped on her corns. She
gave the young man a motherly smile as
he sat down, and pretty soon she asked
's'Them can't be artificial flowers, can
they?"
He did not reply. He had lots Of dig
nifty.
sCan- them-b -artiicial-fow
ers9'' she inquired, raising her voice much
higher.
He gave little start of surprise, num-
bled over something and partly turned
away.
"My biggest girl had deafness come on
her once, )" she continued, sending her
voice peg higher, shut we cured her BY
rubbing goose oil into her ears. Is it a
case of long standinga"
''I'm neither deaf nor inclined to hold
conversation" he muttered, flushing very
red.
ooh! that's it, Then you don't need
any goose oil. Did you say them flowers
was artificial ones2"
"No," he growlec.
"Natural, eh?' she queried. "Well, I
thought they smelled like natural ones,
but there's such a crowd and SO much
noise that I can't trust my nose. You
didn't grow 'em, did you2''
He did not reply.
did you grow them fowers?" she en-
phatically demanded.
sNaw."
II didn't know whether you did or not.
I was going to say that little weak vim
egar would take the dust off and make
'em look like new. Do you wear flowers
as general ching, or are you going to
see somebody's"
He turned his head away and tapped
the toe Of his boot with his cane.
"Boy, she remarked, pushing her bask-
ct against his knee, II asked you a civil
question and want you to answer me.
This isn't a country like Japan, where
some folks are stuck up above other folks,
but we're all alike. I'm afraid you have
not been brought up right ga
II 40 not wish any conversation with
you,' he whispered
'Why don y0u?'' she demanded.
because
Because what, sir? Dare you say a
word against my character. sir?-I'd like
to hear you, 1 would. / want you to UNI
derstand that I could buy W ole ton of
them aowery gewgaws and then have lots
of money left. When ask you civil
question it is your business to speak
right up in answer. Now, I'll ask you
just once more. Have you been brought
up right?" He slid for the rear platform,
and in grasping for his flying coat tails,
upset her basket, and two quarts of cher
ries rolled over the floor of the car.
81 don't care one cent-let 'em co."
She remarked as she tried to serape the
!, lie under the seat with her foot. When
any one sticks up their nose at me, two
quarts of cherries arnt nothing to my
feelings
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10

A circular advocating summer resort
calls attention to numerous cosy seats in
forked trees and elsewhere some of them
just large enough for two PERSONS We
defy the production of an attraction that
can go ahead of that. We shall pass the
major part of the summer there.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
OVER THE BALUSTERS

Over the balusters bends q face
Darlingly sweet and beguiling!
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture smiling.
The light burns dim in the hall below;
Nobody sees her standing,
Saying Good -night!" again. soft and slow,
Hallway up to the landing
Nobody, only the eyes of brown,
Tender and full of meaning,
That smile on the fairest face in town,
Over the balusters leaning.
Tired and sleepy, with dropping head,
wonder why she fingers!
And when all the "Good-nights!n are said,
Why, somebody holds her fingers
Holds her fingers and draws her down.
Suddenly growing holder,
I'LL her loose hair drops Its masses brown,
Like mantle, over his shoulder!
Over the balusters soft hands fair
Brush his cheek like feather;
Bright brown tresses and dusky hair
Meet and mingle together
There's a question asked; there's swift ca.
She has flown like a bird from the hallway:
But over the balusters drops "YesW
Thatshall brighten the world for him Away
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
From the N. v. Home journal.
UNDER THE ROSE.
BY HESTER A. BENEDICT

With heart and voice called you, and the night
Gave back your answer, Coming! coming
sweetm
Aud 10! our one own world, again aliSht.
And we two live where our climbing roses
meet!
And yet--and yet-is it Il woman's way
To borrow from The distance shade and sigh
Something has set me dreaming Of the day
When one will call and one will not reply
Nay. hush me not The day nor sooner dawns
Nor sadder stays, for any word OF ours.
The wild storm hanging over happy lawns
Heeds not the feeble fretting Of the flowers
Aud o, dear love, if in that lonely day
1t shall be that lie SO still and white,
Seeming to hear no word Of all you say;
Lean down and kiss me, us you did tonight
And LII anywhere shall have found
The lily gate of Loves eternal land ,
will turn back with eager cry and bound
To wait beside you till you find my hand.
Tears, love? Listen! How the roses shake
Their coats of velvet over-wet with dew!
The winds arise and all the birds awake;
SO l, my darling, will sing for you:
1t may be sweet, We know not,
Sweet and fair the land
Where two lovers 90 not,
Singing, hand in hand;
Or. il still they go so
Who have crOssd the tide,
How are we to know so
Who below abide?
And below the birds are
Singing far and near;
And below the words are
That we deem so dear:
Loving words and tender
Loving words and true:
"Christ! | will defend herr
Love, love but you!"
So think we'll stay, here,
Where the roses are,
Keeping up the play dear,
ave are young and fair
If there's call, Wen heed not;
Becks we will not see,
Since the angels need not
Either you or me.
".
Kiss me. dear. The roses
Back to slumbcr fall,
And the darkness throws his
Mantle over all.
Let the land we know not
Still q mystery be;
| will stay-and go not,
And you will stay with me.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10

Colored cashmeres are usually cheap
just now.
The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-10-08
Bonaparte's Birthplace.

From the Pail Mall Gazette.
A French Imperial paper makes the
statement that the French Government
has conceived the idea of ceding Corsica
to Italy for consideration. The great
object OF getting rid of the island would
be to cut the ground under the feet of any
Bonapartist pretender. 1t may be re-
membered that the question has often
been debated as to whether Napoleon I.
was Corsican or Frenchman, and i,
has been suspected that the registration
of his birth was fslsified in order to make
out that he was born after Corsica had
become French. It would certainly be
relief to France if it could get rid Of one
class of pretcnders; hut it is doubtful
whether the Bonapartes would 60 back
to their Isle and not claim to be natural
lied Il is curious what number of nat
uralized Italians, in addition to the b.
napartes, have playeda part in French
history. One might mention, for exam
pie, the Medlcis, Julius Mazarin; Concini:
the De Broglies, or De Broglios; the Mi.
rabeaus; Massena, the spoiled child of VIC
tory; Prince of Essling; Duke of Riyoli,
and at present NJ. Gambetta, whose
grandfather lived at Genoa.
The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-10-08
UNDER THE GUNS.

Under the guns Of the fort on the hill @
Daisies are poisoning, buttercups fill;
Up the gray ramparts the scaling vine filings
High it's green ladders and falters and clings
Under the guns, Ha
Under the guns, &54e
Under the guns Of the fort on the hill.
Under the guns of the fort on the hill,
Once shook the earth with the cannonade's
thrill, @ IT,. .3l
Once trod these buttercups, feet that, now
Lie all at rest in their trench by the mill
3s' Under the guns. Gpa
ra&5 Under the guns, sarssse.,.,I
Under the guns of the fort on the hill.
Under the guns OF the fort on the hill,
Equal the rain falls on good and on Ill q r.
SOFT lies tho sunshine, still the brook runs, "
Still tolls the Observation-Disclosures the guns,
Under the guns, s,'' ~
Under the guns, yv
Under the guns Of the fort on the hill.
Under the guns Of Thy fort on the hill,
Lord! In Thy mercy we wait on Thy will; T.
Lord, is 1t war that Thy wisdom best knows,
Lord is it peace that Thy goodness still shows,
H&@ g- Under the guns, s..<-ss1f r..i :
Under the guns,
Under the guns Of Thy fort ON the hill
sa~. s.,.-a.. Bret Harte IN London SocietY
The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-10-08
TOling The Bell.

The following anecdote of witty
methodist minister is told by the West
ern Advocate: E
In an inland circuit church the religi-
GUS interest had declined until, at the
advent OF an unpopular preacher, it be-
came impossible to obtain congrega
ton. The minister, however, went to
the chapel at the appointed hour of SER
vice; but one morning even the sexton
failed to appear.
What to do2 To retire without some
effort were cowardice. After moment
OF thought, the preacher advanced to the
bell-rope and, after ringing the usual
peal, began to toll.
The villagers unaware of a death in
the community, fastened, one by one, to
inquire the name of the deceased. In
answer to their repeated questions, the