The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1882-06-17

WHAT "A BLIND MAN SEES. inter-
esting account has been lately furnished
by M. Plateau, the eminent Belgian
physicist (who has been blind nearly
forty years., of the sensations he ex-
periences in his eyes. He has no sense of
objective light even when directing his
eyes towards the sun. But his visual
field is always divided into spaces, some
of which are pretty bright and others
sombre or nearly dark, and which merge
into each other. Their general tint al
ternates, in time, between gray and red
dish. The relative arrangements of those
different spaces is always the same, but
the intensity of their tints varies. The
central space seems now rather bright,
now very dark; above and below, and on
the left to the limits of the field, there is
sometimes brightness, sometimes dark.
ness, but on the right there is generally
vertical band, nearly black, and beyond
this space which is nearly always
bright and reddish. These appearances
follow nearly all the movements of
the eyes, which probably do not par.
ticipate in the same way in the tints, but
M. Plateau cannot distinguish what be.
longs to one from what belongs to the
other No connection of the general tint
with the work of digestion is observed.
The author states that he became blind
through looking fixedly at the sun for
some time, with view of observing his
after sensations; it was not till about
fourteen years after this that inhamma-
tion of the choroid set in, destroying
vision, but, during the interval, he often
saw colored and persistent halos around
flames, etc., and he advises those who
have such vision to consult an expert
enced oculist. - Nature.
Some ambitious young man has en-
deavored to supply long-felt want in
Cloverdale by starting newspaper. He
is a young man, we are sure, and also
labors under the further misfortune of
being in love. This is the way he bios
SONS forth in his "Salutatory" as it is
called in country places: "Fairy May,
the loveliest month in the year, has once
more rolled round in the ever-moving
train of time, gladdening the heart Of
man by her charming existence. Nature
has clothed earth in its emerald splen-
doris, and lent to atmosphere that sweet
and luxurious fragrance so like floral
perfume, scattered by the hand of Peri
from the far-off garden of Paradise" 1t
is too bad that young man gifted with
these sentiments should waste his time
in journalism. He should conduct q
dancing school during the winter months
and clerk in a millinery store in summer.
After he has wrestled with the situation
of affairs in Cleverdale a year or so, if he
does net go up in cloud Of posey before
the expiration Of that time, he will act
ually frequent saloons, hold secret meet
ings with candidates for Office, swear, use
tobacco and do other naughty things,
Too many journalists drift that way, and
it is too bad to see a young man SO pure
minded and silly as this one evidently j,
throw himself upon the brink of such .
possibility. --[Stockton Mail.
| At Bisbee, A. T., Mexican lad about
sixteen years of age, named Orice, wa
standing near one of the Copper Queer
smelters, when a pot of hot Stag rolled of
the dunn and landed in a nool of water