The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1880-06-03
EDITORIAL NOTES.

largest cotton manufacturing center
America. The capital stock invested
in the business is ST, 900, coo; number
of mills, including appendaut build
ings, $50; spindles, 772, 454; looms,
1908; yards made per week, $780,
500; pounds of cotton consumed per
week, 1850, 900; help employed, 81,
600.
Senator Blaine used to wear an anu
let, which his dying Roman Catholic
mother hsd placed around his neck,
and which he half seriously spoke of
as his protection against evil. -Four
years ago he was sunstruck on the steps
of the Capitol. He was carried home
unconscious and hslf undressed. When
he came to himself the amulet was
gone, and he, in spite of constant eff
forts, has never been able to recover it.
The cause of deterioration of lager
beer is found in the reaction from the
high prices of a few years ago which
attracted capital and stimulated compe-
tition. The tendency has been to force
down prices and reduce profits. Infe
rlor beer was then brewed to offset the
loss. All this, however, has produced
no effect in the price to the consumer.
Whether the retail dealer has paid So
per barrel for his beer, as at present, or
$40 and $11, as formerly, he has sold
it at five cents glass. The only way
in which the consumer is affected is in
paying the same price for poorer beer. 1t
is now stated that the brewers of New
York City and Brooklyn have united
with their western competitors In a
movement to advance the. price of
beer. They want $40 per barrel. 1t
remains to be seen whether the retailer
will attempt to cut down the size of
his glasses. The wonder is that there
is not rebellion against much of the
slop beer now sold, and it will come
sooner or later. The brewers who put
out bad article will eventually be
driven out of the business, and the
surviving concerns will be those which
maintain their integrity and reputation
for producing good beer.
A miner who had ''struck it rich"
in one of the Colorado districts put up
at a Chicago hotel few days ago.
He had evidently journeyed East to see
the world. He was about thirty years
of age, rough and uncouth, like most
miners, and dressed In the permanent
style prevailing in Western mining
towns-that is 10 say, he wore high
heeled boots, pair of pantaloons
''picked year too soon," wide
brimmed, soft felt hat and red fan
mel shirt. During his first meal at the
hotel comely young woman who
sat. opposite won his heart complete
ly. The miner went directly to the
proprietor Of the hotel and said that he
wished to propose marriage to the young
woman. By skilful maneuvering the
latter was informed of the romantic
turn of affairs, but, like a good girl,
she wanted nothing 10 do with a
stranger. Taking another tack, the
miner then approached the girls
father, who, seeing that the miners
proposition was In every way well-in-
tended, showed no resentment. The
girl was called to the room. No sooner
had she entered than the lover placed
$50, 900 in money on the table with the
remark that if "lhe little girl would
have him thar's her weddin' present."
But the girl refused point-blank, and
the disconsolate miner went to another
hotel.
OF thirteen prospectors who left
Pine Spring, Arizona, recently, to visit
the Ava Supais Indian village, on Cat
aract creek, three returned rather than
attempt the trail. At many places this
trail is not wider than twenty inches.
1t winds around perpendicular walls of
sandstone that loom above for hundreds
of feet, while on the other side are the
darkest deepest canyons in the world.
BY the exercise of great care ten of the
party reached the village, which is in
hsbited by 200 Indians, the whole
tribe. The Ava Supais practice polyg-
amy, each male having three wives. 1t
is understood that they know where TO |
find rich veins of gold, but they can |
not be induced to part with their Sc
cret. At one canyon of the Cataract.
the Indians explained that no creature |
but the birds and no spirits but those |
of the dead could make successful |
passage. Believing that the Indians |
wished to keep the prospectors out of
that particular canyon, D. w. Mooney,
of Williamson Valley, tired to make
the descent. He took small rope,
hardly half an inch IN diameter, tied
one end to a bush, suspended it over
the brink, then taking hold of the rope.
was soon dangling between heaven
and the dark, dismal gorge below.
Suddenly Mooney gave an unearthly
shrek, and letting go his hold dropped
no one knows where.