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The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31
FLYING BY WATER.
Campania Knocks an Hour and
Twenty Minutes off the At
lantic Record.
BIZ Cable TO the United Press.

LONDON, Aug 81, 1S94-The steam
ship Campania of the Cunard Line,
which cleared the Bar outside of New
York at 1850 P. NJ. and passed Sandy
Hook Lightship at 2:05 P. M. Saturday,
August rs, passed Daunt's Rock at 5:34
o'clock this morning, having made the
passage in five days, ten hours and forty
seven minutes, beating the record by
about one hour and thirteen minutes.
The daily runs on the Campania were as
follows:-468, 513, 454, 511, sos, and S65.
The Campania made the passage in
October, 1898, in five days, twelve hours
and seven minutes, which established
the record between the Bar, New York,
and Daunt's Rock.
The Campania covered distance of
2,S14 miles at an average rate of speed
of 2l.51 knots an hour On her recent
westward trip on which she established
a new record, she averaged 21.49 knots
an hour The average of her sister ship,
the Lucania, is considerable better than
the best performance of the Campania,
being 2161 knots an hour. but the Lucan-
a, on the occasion of making it, took
/ much longer course and thus ruined
ler chances of breaking the record.
Fuerst Bismarckss Quick Run.
NEW YORK, Aug. 81, 1S94.-The Ham
ourg-American liner Fuerst Bismarck.
Captain Albers, made a remarkably
quick run from the Needles to the Light
ship, and had it not been for the fog
which settled dows.:s in the neighborhood
If Fire Island, would Nave broken the
record of the fleet "Normannia" of 6
was, the Fuerst Bismarck was only
minutes behind her sister ships record,
and her average speed was 1858 knots per
hour. The total distance run was S,0is
niles and the days run were as followst
-42S, 4S7, 400, 4S2, sol, 492, 1853, to Light
hip. Among the passengers were Chas.
Livingston Acker, Thomas t. Marion, S.
3yrne, Charles ]. P. Baird, Hon. Judge
". Jackson, Oswald Ottendorfer of the
staatz Zeitung", Prof. August Nichaus,
William Rhinelander Stewart and Mrs.
Stewart, the Hon. Bishop William D.
Walker of North Dakota, and DR.. Chas.
Albert Walker.
On the steamer Seandia from Ham
burg was a large consignment of train
d animals for Hagenbacks menagerie
It Manhattan Beach.
The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31
If Your Baby is cutting Teeth

BE sure and use the old and well tried remedy,
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup. for children
teething 1t soothes the child, softens the gums
allays. all pain. cures wind collie, and is the
best remedy for diarrhoea.
The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31
ooMTE DE PARIS DYING.
Bu Cable b Me Unitea Press.

LONDON, Aug. 81 1894. A despatch from
Stowe House this morning says the
Count of Paris is very weak. but his
general condition is no worse than yes
The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31
Britannia Will Sail.
I'll cnhle to the IZnfted Press.

LONDON, Aug. g. 1Ss4.-The 'Pall
Mall Gazette says it is positively set
tied that the Britannia will sail in the
race for the Cape May Cup. The race
will be started with the firing of two guns
which detail being settled. the Gazette"
adds, the Vigilant's last excuse for
groWl will be removed
The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31
WEATHER INDICATIONS.

NEW YORK Aug. 81. lSs4.--Local forecast for
the tnlrty-six hours ending eight P. NJ.
Satprlav:-For southeastern New YORK including
Long Island also Connecticut an l Northern New
Jersey Fair today and Saturday, slightly
COO or Sat0I day incoming, westerly winds.
Esartnesa,s TncraIo..Ae-rr Report.
The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31

George BunneIl Undertaken and Embairner.
No. Wayne street. Telephone call ia A.
tzA3zxai iasssasaSsza6sz1
The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-31

What do you take medicine for? Because you
are sick and want to get we'll, Of course, Then
remember, Hoods Sarsaparilla CURES.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

. s. = . d al
xartl, an tramped II 1 don't know
how long-yes, I'm better now, but my
feet and legs Jingle awful. I wanted
to git home afore Thanksglvin', so ]
started. jis' got sight o. Their house
when the snow came. Then l lost my
way-couldn't tell thing. I traInped
an tramped-till ut last, I jes' would
not go no farther l rolled up In my
robe an fell asleep"
Its miracle We didn't jes' freeze,
Jim." said Mrs. Ilusklns.
"Whar dye suppose l was when /
woke up? Right plum agin Their old
chimney. Reckon that's Whit saved
me-"
Its tibet fire o. mine KEEP i'm, ma"
said Farmer Huskins.
Eyes, that's right" answered his wife,
tibet warmed his jacket again"
Pete, hitch up; wei! get Ragland
an his family to dinner. Marin. I've
jes' got to pinch two Of your turkeys;
won't We hev Thanksgiving now, eh?"
Yes, we will, jacob fervently an
swered Mrs. Huskins.
When grace was said at the table that
day Farmer Huskins concluded his
prayer by saying: "An' fur all these
blessings, an specially Jim, we return
thanks, . Cod" Everybody present
answered hearty amen. but none
more fervent than Sue Huskins.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

for his wife had all at once turned to
a deathly pallor. What was that chok-
ing sensation which had in a moment
grippcd her throat? She pressed her
hand against her forehead.
Did he la'rn that boys Nance" she
tremblingly inquired.
"Yeh. the boy told them hunters his
name war Walkin' Prairie. but o. course
that's only his Injun name. an ii pears
like they couldn't get nuthin' else out
ell him.
Jacob. that's our Jim, It's our boy
Jim
wall, l got kinder suspicion that
away myself. but then. how dyer ac-
count for that Medicine Lodge letter
we got from i'm sayin' he war goin'
with a herd O. cattle to Nebrasky :?
Ragland says that them hunters claim
that this Walkin' Prairie is mighty
peart-looking young Teller, with curly
hair. an all that. an he didn't make
no bones as to his havin' lived here in
Kansas. but how in Sam Hill did he
ever come to be Injun?'
Mrs. Huskins did not answer. and the
rest Of the meal was finished in silence.
Farmer Huskins did not refer again to
the subject. AS he walked out after
the dinner he turned around and said:
Il reckon we better keep up good
fire tonight. fur I feel we're goin' to
hev Il regular socdologer of blow.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
w ALKING PRAIRIE.
Thanksgiving Story of Early Life In
Kansas.

A damp northwest wind presaging
the advent of blizzard was shrieking
dismally over the prairies. Clouds of
fine drifted sand fell pattering against
the sides Of the weatherboarded house.
There was no installing the sound. BY
nightfall, If not sooner, Mrs. Husk-
ins knew u terrible snow storm would
set i'll.
Call pap to dinner. SIS she said,
turning to her ten-year-old daughter.
He mus he hungry, an I'm purity late
today"
The little girl took down the buffalo
horn from its peg beside the stove, and,
going to the door. blew one shriil, long
blast. Far off in the cornfeld Farmer
Huskins and the hired man We're hast
ening to load up another wagon full of
corn. Looking up from his work, Farm
or Huskins waved his arm in answer to
the little girls summons. and Il few
minutes later he end the hired man
tramped noisily into the little room that
did duty for kitchen and sitting room
and bedroom combined. A smoking plat
ter full Of sliced bacon and g dish Of
boiled potatoes steaming were OH the
table.
''Gi' me some coffee now. MOTHER"
he said, us he sat down. There's =
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

SNOW. \ light b::ezc WIS also blowing;
but i WAS from the east. Within two
hours Farmer lIusKins we'll knew the
wind would shift to the northwest.
Then il would got cold; the snow would
begin to drift and in very short time
the air would be full of the hard frozen
little crystals. Then would the bliz-
Zalal lie in its fury. 1t is not the snow
storm in full blast that Western front
ierslnen of the plains fear so much
rs the subsequent wind and cold snap
that follows. Man and beast can stand
any amount of the first, but no living
creature can stand the whitening blast
Of the icy wind storm that comes in
the snow storms wake. 1t penetrates
everything: no chink, however small,
but what the frozen crystals can pene-
irEte it,
"Oh. mamma exclaimed little Sis,
looking up from picture book she was
lingering. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving"
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

inside that place than it did inside the
house. Kansas stables in tn >se days
were not elaborate. artistic affairs. A
framework of cottonwood poles for q
roof, strung up on forked posts, corn
, stalks for straw support. and that was
all. At harvest time the wheat and
and when threshing time came all the
straw was dumped over the skeleton
framework. And there was your barn.
Its comm. Pete" he said to the
hired man. Reckon it kin blow now,
we're in purity good shape, chg"
Not a breath Of air was stirring. A
few feathery fakes We're falling, but
they came so rare that one could hardly
tell. The lnen washed their hands ut
the big tub outside. More fakes We're
falling Ey this time. and there WAS Just
the faintest rustling in the sere corn
field adjoining. supper was waiting.
Ordinarily there was always plenty to
tell ut that meal: the farmer generally
liked to take his time and he would
Invariably talk Of his days work; the
people he had halted and talked to from
the roadside. But tonight all were
strangely silent. Rasland's news some-
how, hal cast gloomy shadow over
the little hone, Mrs. Huskins was
thinking Of Walking Prairie; the farm
er was recalling that day again in men,
DRY when in a moment of anger he had
struck his boy.
Love him! Farmer Huskins would
have given ten. yea twenty years Of
his life, to nave recalled that occur
renee.
"Oh. look at the snow, mammal
little Sis cried
The air was full now If the falling
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
.sYoa'll Be Sorry for This, Dad"

.'You'n Be Sorry for This. Dad"
lot more to do this afternoon. an Il
blizzard is comm. sure. We mus fix
up Their pump an haul two or three
1icksfuli O. straw agin Their barn yit.
l noticed Their sides war rather thin
when fed the horses. an they mus
be made colnf'table s'fur's possible.
It's Eoin' to be wbopper. er all signs
fail"
ITS all ready" said Mrs. Huskins.
The meal was begun silently. Farmer
Huskins had been eating few min
utes, when suddenly he looked up at
mis- wife across the table.
''Saw Ragiand awhile ago as he was
dEivin' home from town. he said.
he tells me htintin' party hes jes'
got back from ther range. Seems that
they came acrost q Iniun camp while
h1ntin', an there was young white
man bout twenty or Whereabouts HI
ther camp who used to live right here.
Ragland says he thinks he knows I'm
by the description they gave. Now,
dent get excited. mother"
Farmer Huskins stopped abruptly.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
MADE A NATIONAL HOLIDAY.
Congress EARLY Returned Thanks
For Victory and Peace.

For more than eighty years the ap-
pointment of Thanksgiving was more
or less erratic. AS regularly institute
ed State festival, it was plant of slow
growth, not taking firm root until after
the close of the seventeenth century;
but whenever or wherever the miscel-
laneous appointments were made, the
day generally came in the ripe autumn,
when the rich gifts of bountaous ma
ture We're gathered in and storah0uses
were overfiowing with ripened grain,
and fruits laid up for winter USE
Both governors and pastors agreed
In their respective states in proclaiming
a day of festivity and praise, but not
seldom the appointments fell upon diff
ferent dates in different states, which
was matter Of small comparative mo
ment at that time, when steam had not
bridged space with its rapid transit,
and families who were separated by
long distances could not flock to the old
homesteads lis they learned to do later.
In the autumn of 1889 resolution
was offered in the house by Boudinot,
requesting the president to appoint a
day of Thanksgiving to be kept in all
the states, in recognition of the "many
signal favors of Almighty God, and es-
pecially for the opportunity afforded
the nation to establish constitutional
government" Sherman supported the
motion, but Burke and others opposed
1t as mimicry of European customs,
Tucker, in q truly conservative spirit,
advised postponing the expression Of
gratitude till after some experience Of
the constitution and its effects. But
in spite of opposition and hot debate,
the motion was carried by large ma
jority.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
aye kin hev 1t, Jacob, II yer wants

IKE KIN uGV IL, JACVU, II ycE WuAsSs
Their amt been much In my life to be
thankful fur, these last three years.
"rhee We be agin, Sue. Why, my
..Nsxal, hain't VIC he'd fine crop this year ?
Hain't we got as fine err lot o cattle
as yer ever saw? We've got pullets,
turkeys, a pile o. canned stuff in the
house. meats. jams an all we need, an
4 little money In the bank. Hain't we
knty we'll fixed. Sue?'
"Yes, Jacob. we've got all the stuff
neetlful fur bodily comfort, but we
hain't got JIM"
Farmer IIuskins did not answer He
took down his lantern and saying he'd
go and take a look ut the stock, stepped
outside. As he opened the door a cold
blast entered that made everybody
shiver. The snow storm hard become u
blizzard.
Lord, 1 hope no poor devil is caught
in this Storm" he murmurcd as lie
closed the door.
Mrs. Huskins stepped into the other
room. Then she knelt and prayed.
Prayed for the absent ladtlie, who had
so cruelty abandoned home and mother
three years before. When she arose her
eyes were still heavy with tears, but
somehow her heart felt lighter.
What strange power Is it that can so
lift up our hearts from the deepest
gloom by just such earnest, hopeful ap.
reals? What mystic bond is that
which. when weighed down with sor-
row, responds to our innermost desires,
our fondest expectations? Is it the in
tangible essence of immortality made
manifest by spiritual communion, and
yet invisible and impalpable? Who
knows: Come to bed. Sis" said Mrs.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

A man wrapped from head to foot in
a shaggy buffalo pelt. reelcd rather
than walked inside. Even that effort
seemed too much, and he fell Oh the
floor.
Jim. Jim, oh. my boy"
Mrs. Huskins was beside the pros-
trate man in a moment.
eyes, ma Jam. it's Jim, Their proder-
gal, come back" he family answered.
Don't be skert, I'm only num- from
frost-I'll be all right-soon.'
Mrs. Huskins unfolded the thick robe
like buffalo pelt. She was stroking his
hair.
"Waren't it mean-to leave ye rs I
did didn't mean to- marIn--t'war nv
pride-I cried fur yer, oil! so often
but We couldn't conle-an' l couldn't
go-t'war my pride. marm--''
There now-tlct's all forgot. jim
ye' re my boy again-ye're here. by Your
n.ammy-my big boy
The tears We're t;;ckling fast down
her cheeks.
Twill yer furgiv' yer OIL dad. too.
JIM" Farmer Huskins was also max
ing the lad feel uncomfortable. .'rhat
lickin', my boy, has been stingin' me
ever since. Goldarned my ytblets. T
clean furgot We wer' no longer i, kid,
Fact il. clean furgot l war Il burned
old fool"
OF course everybody laughed. Folks
cannot cry all the time. even though
tears sometimes are tears of joy.
Jim, We'll kill the spotted calf" said
Farmer Huskius.
mo, Jacob. Wen have turkey to-
day." said Mrs. Huskins.
Same thing. nlarm," Jim said smil-
iEgly.
''Goldarned my old skin, 1 feel peart
as a yearlin' now" Farmer Huskin
jumped up and cracked his heels on the
Kitchen floor. But the most wonderful
incident Of Jim S return was vet to he
told. He was gradually thnwing out,
and n healthy glow now suffused his
cheeks. In the excitement following
his sudden appearance no one had
thought Of asking how he happened to
reach the house SO early in the morn
Ing. He told it.
II wuz SO nearly froz' las night" he
said, II feared I'd never see We folks
agtn, nor ye, Sis. got lost IN the bliz.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

Iramped Miles over the Lonely
Prairie.
Ill get you load O. cobs. Ye've got
stumps enough here, look" motioning
to pile Of cottonwood tree roots,
bleached by long days of exposure in
the sun and rain, which he had rccov-
cred from the sandy bars of the Arkan-
sas river.
Somehow Mrs Huskins went listless-
ly about her work all that afternoon.
Her thoughts were about wha: her hus-
band had said about the young white
man, Walking Prairie, whom the buff
falo hunters had reported having seen
in an Indian camp on the banks of the
Nannescah. She felt sure-what was
it gave her such certainty, was it a
mothers intuitive love or what ?-that
the young man was none other than
her own son.
Three years before, Jim Huskins, a
sturdy lad Of seventeen. had gotten
into an alteration with his father. It
was about most trivial affair." The
former had reprimanded him. and when
jim. singing under the unjust rebuke.
as he considered it, administered by his
father. had replied insultingly, his faith
er had promptly physically chastisel
the boy.
You'll be sorry you ever hit me.
dad the lad had told his father. Pm
a boy jim years. but haint going to get
licked these days, any more"
That night. without saying q word to
anybody, without even kissing his
mother goodbye. Jim Huskins left his
home and started alone, penniless, over
the boundless prairies. The mystic
sounds of the night, the chiSp of crick-
cts. shrill whirr of cicadas in the tall
grasses and the lulling sounds of myri-
ads OF insects brought a strange feel
ing of desolation over the heart of the
boy wanderer only intensified by the
bright glow of the beautiful stars shin
ing in the cloudless sky above. How
near they seemed to him, yet how far!
Time and again he was on tho point of
retracing his steps, but his pride held
him back. and OIL and on he pressed
He licked me. licked me. Il grown
up man. he said to himself.
How long he tramped thus, who can
tell? When the morning sun Deened
over the eastern horizon, making every
dew sparkle like diamond gems from
the tall blue grass stems. Jim was
-AAAAN'' AA"'AA AOAAS. liz COulu IOC even
have told them in what direction home
lay. He arose. On all sides was prai
RE swells rolling endlessly to the hori-
ION lost in the sky. Not even a lonely
tree to break the monotony Of the dull
landscape. No ono who has pcyer ex-
perienced such Il situation can realize
the feeling Of desolation that sweeps
over one at such hours. 1t is crushing
even to the hardened frontiers man
carefully scanning the horizon. Jim at
last thought he saw thin streak of
smoke lazily drifting Just above tho
horizon like long purple ribbon far
off to the southwest.
The wind had suddenly ceased, and
dusk was fast approaching. Farmer
Huskins had hauled three ricks full Of
straw against the stable where he kept
his stock. Really il seemed more COW
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

Long he searched. but unattended
With success; therefore he ended
Soon the lives of those remaining, and
to market brought his stock.
Oft the missing bird berating.
And his mind the while debating
the jewel Of his flock.
Do not doubt some fowls can reason
And can keep track of the season.
Since turkey proved all wise pates
are not under hats and hoods:
Oft he'd seen to town his kind sent,
So he knew what knives a-grind meant
And bethought him twas the proper
time for taking to the woods.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
TOOK TO THE WOODS.

Twas the day before Thanksgiving.
And the farmer. who living
Long had earned in raising poultry for
the market, sailed out.
But, alas! anticipation
Quickly turned to CONSERVATION.
For his fairest, futtest turkey was not
anywhere about.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
Every Day In the Year.

While presidential proclamations fix
Thanksgiving day as an annual festi-
val for us, it comes not only on the last
Thursday in November, but on every
day in the year, or as frequently as the
heart attuned to gratitude and Il SEN
sitive conscience will dictate it.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22
sTis Sweet to Die Thus.

what did she die OFF,
''She overloaded her stummick with
turkey an mince pie on THANKSGIVING
'Oh, what lovely death-how I
envy her corpsev'
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

Sank Exhausted In His Tracks.
That's So" said Farmer Huslins,
I'VE must have turkey dinner. Let's
hev u good dinner ma 'na tomorrow.
wha' d. you say?"
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

And then for their married life wa
young
With joyous hearts they sat and sung
Until, as around the clock hands spum
She said with q smile that the bird w,'
done.
And he laughed aloud, for his joy wa
great,
For his stomach told that the hour wa
late.
And he kissed his wife and he cried d
glce
ut the fine old bird that was ten poupd
three,
And said, Il will cut him in two"
And took his knife that was bright and
And hacked away for an hour o1
so,
Till his blade got dull and his move
mcnts slow;
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

And then. with prayer and a moment
rest,
He took off his coat and then his vest
And hacked away, till twilight came,
And his arms We're sore and his bach
was lame.
And the hours wore Oh and the week.
sped by,
And still, with sunken cheek and eye
He worked away, and his wife sat
there,
With patient face, in the same old
chair,
Until one day, as his knife blade broke
And his withered frame sank down,
she spoke,
And said, with a smile that was half
sheer,
II should think you would learn to
carve, my DEAR
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

Prayed for the Prodignl Lnddie.
Huskins. Pray fur Bud tonight, my
darling" she added, TASK the good Lord
to send him back home to his man,
N.Y."
will that bring him, mamma?'
eyes, if yer ask it truly an believe
it,"
All through the night the wind howl.
ed and sllrieked outside. Time and
again did Farmer Huskins leap out of
bed to stir up the fire and keep it roar
ing. Toward daylight the blizzard sub
sided, and at dawn it was all over.
The little family had just settled to
breakfast when timid knocking was
heard at the door.
GCoO,o in - vaIIo1 E>oru,or uucl-;po
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

Mr.. Pokes-Land oh Tub, Clindy, wha'
yo' doin' wifi my 1uzah?
Clindy-What's l dom? Why. dere
hain't no papah tall in de house ter
make blaze wifi ter scorch de hair off
dis chicken, an jes' natchully has ter
shave i'm.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-11-22

The wind had suddenly ceased. and
dusk was fast approaching. Farmer
Huskins had hauled three ricks f,Il; NJ
straw against the stable where he kent
his stock. Really ii seemed more COW