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The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
A FINK BATTLE PICTURE.
Description ETA French Cavalry Regiment
About to Charge.

Suddenly, shrill and clear, the bugle
sounded the garde a vous, and a tremor
shook the two regiments. The swear
ing and grumbling ceased, and a dead
silence seemed to fall on the ranks.
The mel swung themselves into the
saddle, refined their horses into line and
waited. A few officers galloped along
the front, an order passed down the
line, and the mounted, iron breasted
mass moved forward out Of the shadow
into the sun. AS of their own accord,
the squadrons deplayed and again
waited. a staff officer rode down the
front and waved his kept.
"Boyswhe cried, 1.-The country needs
you. You are going to charge. Ahead
of you are ten thousand bay onets.
glory, and death. Behind you, our
shattered right wing, You must save
them, cost what it may. Good by,
boys! Go it as your fathers did at
WaterlOo!"
4 voice answered from the ranks:
"Al right, general! We haven't for
gotten how the old fellows charged"
The next moment the hoarse cry of
Vivela France rang from one thousand
two hundred threats.
And then again there was a pause.
Several horsemen wheeled into place in
their respective positions. A half
Ineligible order rippled through the
ranks. The bugle sounded. The lines
oscillated, and instinctively the squad
rons chose their ground. The front
moved ahead, and the long diagonal
shrank into column. Then again they
halted for a moment, and the first
bullets, fir ed from too great a distance
to do any harm. rang against the steel
c~uirasses with a dull, swinging, melan-
choly sound.
Saint Brissac reached over and shook
Sargent'g hand-and they were off.
Twelve hundred swords flashed FROM
their scabbards and cast a bar sinister
of shadow across the golden shield OF
the FURNISHED cuirasses; and the long
| horsetails streamed out behind the
star of light that sat upon each mans
helmet.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12

too much stunned to help himself,
and the savage beast, Infatuated bv
the pain of his fall, rushed towards
the PROSTATE man. I was frozen with
horror. In a t~winkling 1 heard the
report of a rifle at my side. saw a puff
of smoke and the bear dropped dead
almost on the helpless form of the
banker. 1 turned and saw my fair
companion just dropping her rifle
from her shoulder. Her face was
pale, but her eyes lit up with a look
OF mingled joy and triumph. She
had saved her father from a terrible
death by her presence of mind and
unerring aim"
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
Above LETTER.
In Some Cases They Make Model Pre-
scriptions, bat This Didn't.
bewldere

Ia Some Cases They Make Model Pre-
scriptions, bat This Didn't.
If you find United States Commits.
sioner Shields in a good humor he may
tell you how he wrote his first love let
ter and what became Of it. The story
usually follows a remark about the
commissioners handwriting, which il
as bad as can well be imagined, says
the New York Times.
"Can you read your writing7" is
often asked Of the commissioner, and
the answer always is that it is the easiest
thing in the world to read.
But Mr.. Shields does not mean that
| at all, for he knows as well as anyone
that there are not two persons out of
! fifteen that can read it. AS a matter
of fact, Mr.. Shields is somewhat proud
! Of his fist, and the fact that the long
hand notes that he takes Of cases that
come before him are as safe from be-
coming known to the person who may
| look over his shoulder as If they were
written in short hand.
To get back to the love Il tier, it is
| perhaps we'll to say that the commits
| sioner is the only one who vOuches for
it's truth, but he tells it as if it had
actually happened.
cit was the first girl I was ever
in love with" he says, refiectively,
and then he looks at the page of spider
tracks before him so long that his
listener begins to think that he isn't to
hear the rest Of the tale. But the COM
missioner pulls himself together after
a minute and says: What was it I
was saying? Oh, yes, that letter. Well,
| as | said, she was the first girl l ever
cared anything about and l wrote her
a letter. You see, her mother had been
very sick and they had some big doc
tor in to see her. He had gone away,
saying that he would send a prescrip-
| ton around the next day to take the
place of che one he had left.
The next day came and so did the
prescription-at least they supposed it
was the prescription, and they sent it
around to the drug store to be filled. It
was not filled, however, for it was no
prescription. 1t was my letter, my
first love letter, and you can imagine
my feelings when | learned about il.
Think of It'll Sending a love letter to
be made up as a prescription. That
was what caused me to pay the atten-
| ton to my handwriting that has made
me such a model penman."
And did that end your love max
ing to that particular girl?' is asked.
But the commissioner makes no re-
ply. He is busy again looking at his
notes that cannot be read.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12

Rugged herself. Mr.. Diltz continued
to walk about unconoernedly.
"What-what will you like for din
ner this evening, PolhemusG"
Anything, Mary Jane-anything.
I don't know but I'd like some hot
biscuits, only"
"Only WHAT"
Bridget doesn't know how to make
good biscuits"
why, Polhemus! Do you like nay
biscuits better than Bridget's2"
Il never eat anybody's biscuits but
yours, if I can help it."
30, Pclhemus!'
Mrs. DiltZ came nearer to her hus-
band. For the first time in eleven
years she threw her arms about his
neck and-but nobody has any bust
ness to be intruding here. Please
retire.
1T isn't such a laundering hard job,
even for a married rhinocerus of eleven
years standing, to court his wife if he
only knows how to go at it right" said
Mr.. Diltz to himself as he went about
the house the same evening at a late
hour locking up things for the night.
Chicago Tribune.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
The men turned and walked away

The men turned and walked away;
none Of them could face the final scene.
The finger came down upon the trigger,
the cap exploded, but there was no
shot. Sam 7. Hauser, afterward gov
ernor of Montana, stepped forward and
said: "Geery, for Gods sake, desist;
this is a warming" To this he merely
made answer: Il don't know what to
think Of it; it never snapped before"
Again cooking the weapon he engaged
a moment in silent prayer, again
pressed his finger, aud the deed was
done,
The men gathered around his dead
body. Tears were within the eyes Of
all, and some could not speak for the
s0bs that shook them. Waiting some
half an hour, says Gov. Hauser, latter
he lad drawn his last breath we buried
him as he desired, i'll his soldier over
coat. We had scarcely finished his
burial when the pickets announced
that the Indians were within gunshot,
yet there was no firing. After our last
sad duty was finished Jim directed
us to pilelimbs and brush on the grave
and burn them 50 as to conceal it from
the Indians and prevent them from
digging poor Geery up for his scalp
and clothes. We then gathered our
things together as best we could and
packing up moved on in a single file
out of the gorge, camping or rather
hiding in the sage-brush some miles
away"
The sacrifice was not made in vain.
The little party made it's way back to
Bannock City without further loss Of
life.-N. Y. Times.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
MOUND BUILDER RELICS.
Remarkable Specimens of early American
Art Found in Ohio.

Remarkable Specimens of Early American
Art Found in Ohio.
Hundreds of people have come to see
the mound builder relics uncovered
by Warren N. MOorhead on Monday.
Of the five skeletons lying side by side,
two were covered with a sheet of cop
per 6x9 feet. A large copper axe
weighing forty-one pounds was found.
In size and value it exceeds any single
specimen ever found in the United
States. There are traces of gold in it.
The cutting edge IS seven inches broad
and very sharp. How it could have
been fastened in a handle and used is
a mystery. All the smaller copper
axes are such as have been found
before.
Thirty copper plates with mound
builders cloth on thom overlapped the
axes. The average size of the plates
was 1Ox6 inches. A great copper eagle
30 inches III diameter, with wings out
: spread, beak open, and tail and wing
feathers neatly stamped upon the cop
per surface, covered the knees of the
skeletons. This is one of the most
artistic d signs ever found in copper.
Remains of a copper stool about
foot in length and several inches in
height lay near the head of one of the
| skeletons. The stool was made out of
wood, and had been covered with sheet
copper. Flint implements, bear tusks,
sea shells. and trinkets were also
found.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
HOLY STONES.
An Odd Superstition That Still Exists il
Parts of the World.

According to the legend, Vishnu the
Preserver, when pursued by the De-
stroyer, was changed by Maya into the
stone, through the hole of which the
Destroyer as a worm wound his way,
says the Popular Science Monthly.
The Italian salagrana is a stalagmitS,
which is believed by the people, o.
account of it's resemblance to the little
MOUNDS thrown up by earthwOrms, to
be a such a mound petrified. They
carry it in a red bag, along with Ger
tain magicalherbs, and pronounce over
it an incarnation to the effect that the
irregularities and cavities in it have
the property of bewildering the evil
and depriving it of its power. The
author was informed by believers in
such things that any thing like grains,
irregular and confused surfaces, inter
laced serpents or intricate works,
blunted the evil eye. Interlaced cords
are sold in Florence as charms. Even
the convolvulus is grown in gardens
against the evil eye.
In the Morse mythology, Odin, as =
worm bored his head through a stone
in order togst at the mead of poetry"
| Hence all stones with holes in them are
known as Odin stones, also as: holy
stones" and are much used at the
North as amulets. Hung at the head
of the bed, they r supposed to drive
away nightmare. Possibly there is a
connection with the salagrana here.
| So in~terlacing in decoration may be
originally designed to avert the evil
eye and bad luck. A recent traveller
in Persia was told that the patterns on
carpets in that country were made
intricate so that the evil eye might be
bewildered.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
DILTZ'S REWARD.
He Reforms to Please HE Wife and Gets
Biscuits.

P0lhemus Diltz set his lips firmly
together, buttoned his coat about him,
and started for home.
1T was as much my fault as hers"
he muttered, THAT when I went home
the other day with the idea Of counting
my wife didn't Geem to succeed. I
| ought to have known better than to
bother her when she was picking the
pin feathers off an old hen and Bridget
was taking an afternoon of. l won't
make q blunder like that again"
About half an hour afterward Mr.
Dlltz entered the family mansion. He
found Mrs. Diltz in the sitting-room.
| Merely remarking that it was a chilly
day he threw a package careIessly into
the fire that burned brightly in the
crate.
What is that, Polhomusl" inquired
Mrs. Diltz, somewhat sharply.
Nothing but my pipe and cigar
case" he replied, with a yawn. 1--WE
sworn off from smoking"
Mrs. Diltz looked pleased, but said
nothing,
"It will a V me at least 800 . year,
Mary Jane" observed Polhemus, with
another yawn, as he walked aimlessly
about the room with his hands in his
pockets, land the habits q nuisance
anyhow"
1T certainly is, assented Mrs. Dilt1.
I'm glad you've OUTFIT you'll only
stay quit"
Afr. Diltz continued his aimless walk
about the room. Presently he brought
UP in front of a small closet that he had
been in the habit Of hanging his smok-
ing cap and smoking jacket in. He
opened it, took those garments out and
inspected them.
"While I am about it" he said, I'm
make a clean job of it. I'll hang these
| things in the woodshed and the next
tramp that comes along canhave them.
| You can use this closet for anything
you like. Seems to me-" continued
Mr.. Diltz, resuming his nonchalant
walk about the room, and extending
his stroll into the adjoining room, I'VE
! don't have more than about half enough
| closets in this house. If I were build
ing a house for human beings to live in
I'd put in fifty of 'em. Now, here's a
| place under this stairway where Icould
have a good large closet made. I sup
pose you'd object to it, though"
mo, l wouldn't" responded Mrs.
Diltz, warmly "Itwould justsuit me,
Polhemus."
"Well I'll have it done" And Pol
hemus kept on yawning and strolling
~Ieisurely through tt rooms.
There are half a dozen other places"
ventured his wife, somewhat timidly,
| where I should like to have closets
built or shelves put up, while you are
about it."
"A1l right. You a have all you
want"
Mrs. DiltE wOnt behind . door and
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
A GIRL WHO COULD SHOOT.

In my recent trip to New Mexico
in the interests of the Omaha Stock
Exchange. [ witnessed an act Of hero
ism that 1 shall never forget" said Mr..
w. F. Skinner.
The central figure was a beautiful
and refined young lady, the daughter
Of a banker, who owns extensive cattle
ranches in Northern New Mexico.
During the vacations she had passed on
the ranch she had acquired a wonder
full proficiency with the rifle, and could
shoot with the &C uracy Of an old ranch
man.
lone day we we're startled by seeing
a cinnamon bear, and a large one at
that, near the edge of a gully but a
short distance from the house. Both
father and daughter searched for their
rifles and made for the rav1ne. The
wild beast was on the opposite and
unable to get at US The banker in his
excitement got too close to the edge OF
the ravine and tumbled in, falling q
distance Of twelve or fifteen feet. He
Law stunned by the force Of the fall,
and we feared he had been seriously
hurt.
"In another second down tumbled
bruin into the gully, whether inten
tionallv or accidentally [ don't know.
But the awful danger of my host m
nediately flashed upGn me. He was
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
MAKING BABY GOOD

BERTHE, Tom, and baby were playing
together-not in the pleasantest way,
though, for baby could not always
understand when his turn came and
when it didn't, or why it could not be
his turn all the time. So he took turns
when he ought not to, and became
cross when anyone tried to prevent
him.
Bert was not the most patient boy in
the world; and boy-like, he began to
think baby a little tyrant, which he
was, without meaning to be, and to
rebel against frequent interference.
Mamma, shouted he, leone make
baby play fair" And then, when his
mamma arrived on the scene, he added
more thoughtfully, Ct don't see why
God couldn't have made a good baby
instead of a cross one."
Mamma looked amused rather than
shocked. Indeed, it was Master Bert
who looked quite shocked when she
quietly replied:
Judging from your work ever since
you began to make him, baby would
not be much improved if you had made
him just to your liking"
me make babyi" and Bert looked
very much mystifed.
Yes, youhave been helping tomake
him ever since God gave him to us.
God only made him q baby. 1t is you
and Tom who, more than anyone else,
make him either a good or bad baby.
Look at him new"
As directed, Bert, who was standing
! with his hands behind his back, won.
dering what his mother meant, cast his
eyes upon his little brother, and saw
him standing IL exactly the same posi-,
| ton, his hands behind him. trying to
look as much like him as possible.
Push your hat on one side Of your
head, " said mamma.
Bert did so, and baby Immediately
| did the same with his hat.
whistle a little, Suggested mamma.
In an instant, as soon as he heard the
sound, baby, too, was ~puckering his
little lips, doing all he could toward
producing q whistle.
This irritated Bert, who turned and
said, "Stop knocking me!' and gave
baby a push. The reply was a scream
of remonstrance, and an angry push
from baby.
"See, you are making him still after
your own pattern. He is just a small
copy of yourself, Now try making
him another way. Put your arms
around his neck and kiss him."
Bert obeyed, though rather un will
ing; and baby's face at nee cleared,
and Bert got a loving hug and kis;
from him.
81 told you he wouldn't be cross il
you were not" said Tom, who had beer
an interesting listener.
He will be just what you boys
make him. He Is only acting now by
initiating him"
well, Tom" said Bert, lets not
make any more cross into baby" And
Tom agreed. -MOrmimg Guide.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
Poetry.
HER PERFECT "

81 had = lever Osee," she sighed
Yes. just before l married you
Who listened whom | spoke and tried
lie answer all ray questions, toe.
80 courteous and 30 kind-sO gOOdI
He'd never think q man could be
As t~houghtless, and indeed as rude,
As you toe often are to me.
The jewel OF my lsvs once won,
He useo TO swear, could ne'er grow dim
He would not dream that anv one
Could whistle when l spoke to him!
If he rad faults he kept them hid.
| should have married him? YeS-truS
And that's exactly what l did.
My perfect lover, sir, was-you!"
-Addelinc :. Bridges, in JttdOe
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
THE STORY OF A FORTUNE.
How a Philadelphia of a Past Generation
Became a Rich Man.

How q Philadelphia of a Past Generation
Became a Rich Nan.
Afew weeks since a gentleman named
Hastings died in New York, says the
Philadelphia Times. He had for years
lived the life of a recluse, although
known to be wealthy. His fortune
came from his uncle, Lewis w. Clark,
who was at n time a note broker in
this city. About 1880 he he had an
efice in Front, near Dock, but was
not very successful, being extremely
proud and ~unsociable. 1t was about
this time that he inherited from his
Uncle Egmond Of Halifax, a large sum
of money and retired from active bust
ness. The circumstances connected
with his inheritance were both curious
and startling.
Sable Island, ninety miles east of
Nova Scotia, has for centuries been a
terror to the mariner. Hundreds of
ships have been wrecked here and lives
lost. Sixty years ago the dangers were
enhanced by a band of wreczers, who
were, in fact, pirats and hadnO scIuples
about killing the u~nfortunates who
reached shore, if necessary to make
robbery effectual.
The plumber was sent to Boston and
Halifax to be disposed of. Egmond
Clark, was, and had been for years,
the agent and counselor Of this con-
federacy of rutfians, furnished them
supplies, and made a large fortune out
of their booty.
In 1869 the wife and daughter of a
| Boston merchant named Raburn ems
barked at the port of Havre to return
to their native land. It was supposed
that the ship was driven north of their
course and struck on the deadly reefs
of Sable Island. There was no report
of her on the coast and all on board
must have persisted.
1t was a terrible blow to the husband
and father, and he searched in vain
for some intelligence Of the ultimate
fate of the ship until a year after ward,
looking in the window of a Boston
jewelry store, he saw a lCcket set with
turquoises with the motto in French,
"Toujours ct %tOujours, that he at once
recognized as having been worn by his
wife.
He enteged the place, examined the
locket and found, as he expected, his
name engraved on the back. The
store keeper was not very communi-
cative until threatened, when he told
all he knew. The jewel had been pur-
chased from a Canadian who came to
Boston frequently to sell such goods
He was at once looked up and arrested.
He gave Mr.. Clark, Of Halifax, as his
principal. Mr.. Raburn saw Clark,
who was insotent and Indifferent in
! the matter, and this so enraged the
| Bostonian that he handled the ruffian
SO severely as to cause his death not
long after.
His brother Lewis was an upright
gentleman and deeply shocked at the
exposure. The estate was left unsettled
until after Lewis death in Bermuda in
1916, when it had become very valuable
by the growth of the real estate, of
which it largely consisted, and about
185O,ssit came by inheritance to Mr.
Hastings, the only surviving relative
of w. Lewis Clark. Mr.. Hastings
never married, and his wealth will go
! to distant relatives in the North of
Ireland.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-12
BROILED TRIPLE

Select the honey comb tripe, and
cook il in boiling sailed w,ter half an
hour. Drain quite dry. Spread the
honey comb size with soft butter, and
with a thin coating Of cracker
dust. Broil over a moderate fire until
Of a delicate brown color. Spread with
butter, salt, lemon juice and pepper.
BUCKwHEAT CAKES.
One quart of lukewarm water, one
half cupful of wet yeast, one cupful of
AOur. Tothis add enough buckwheat
four to make a thin batter. Let them
stand over night to raise, and in the
morning dissolve one-half a teaspoon
full of soda in one-half a cupful of luke
warm water, and stir this into the bat
ter, then cook quick.
ORANGE PUDDING.
Peel and slice four large range Law
in your dish, sprinkle over them one
cup of sugar, three eggs, yolks only
beaten, one half cup of sugar, two
tablespoonfuls of ~cornstarch, one quart
Of boiling milk. Let this boil and
hicken. Then let it cool a little before
pouring over the oranges. Beat the
whites of the eggs, and pour over it.
Set in the oven to brown.
COCOANUT CUsTAED PUDDING.
One cup d~esiccated cocOanut, one
quart milk, one half cup sugar, one
pint soft bread crumbs, three eggs.
enc saltspoon salt, Il saltspoon nut
meg. n tablespoon butter. Soak the
OocOanut and bread in the milk for
half an hour. Beat the eggs 0olks),
add the sugar and spices, stir into the
milk, and bake in q moderate oven
about an hour. Beat the whites of
eggs, and add one half cup sugar, and
enc teaspoon lemon juice, Cover and
brown slightly.
INDIAN POUND CAKA.
Three-quareers of . pound Of sugar,
Rine noes Of Indian meal, a quarter
Of a pound of wheat -four, half a
pound of butter, one numeg grated,
enc teaspoon of ground cinnamon,
eight eggs, Jour tabIespoonfuls of
brandy. Mix the wheat and Indian
meal together. Stir the butter and
sugar to a cream; beat the eggs light
and add to it, then the -four; add the
spices and liquor; beat it we'll. Line
your pan with paper well buttered
and pour in the mixture, or bake it in
an earthen mold in q moderate oven.
Rosewater may be substituted for the
brandy.
PANISH BUNS.
One pound of -four, three-quarters OF
Of a pound of sugar, half a pound OF
butter, two tablespoonful of rose
water, four eggs, one gill Of yeast,
enc te~aspoonful of cinnamon, half a
teaspoonful of nutmeg, half a pint OF
milk. Cut up the butter and rub ii
we'll with the flour, add the sugar,
beat the eggs very light, and stir in
lastly the spices and rose water, with
milk enough to form a very thick bat
ter, then add the yeast. The next
morning stir it again and let it rise
the second time. Butter yOur pans
and fill them three parts full. When
they are done and cold sift sugar over,
and with a sharp knife cut them II
squares.
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