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Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-01-25
NO1'ICE-

Perhaps the friends of A. W. CAREY the champion
hose of Vermont would be glad know that his SKILL labor
experience of thirty all be had the shop of A. b.
SMITH Mr. Carey will challenge any within hundred miles
in turning horse shoes time of kind sly of shoeng knee
bumpers, lader ogers neee other faulty habit the
ROrsc He will also examine your horse free charge will
keep on hand few remedies for your horse have the
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-01-25

Lanes Medicine Moves the Bowel.
Each Day. In order to be healthy this Ia
necessary,
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-01-25
ILost in Flesh

from 1870 pounds to 40 pounds. I frequently
had rheumatism, and was, thought, pretty
we'll used up. l bought a bottle of Hoods
Sarsaparilla, without much faith of its doing me
good soon found it was helping me and after
taking three or four bottles, could eat what 1
wanted without distress. My ankle broke out
with salt rheum. l began taking Hoods Sarsa-
parila, after writing you about it. The SWELL
ing has gone down and it is now well.
have also had the grip. Did but Just pull
through, being Go years old. 1T left me in bad
shape. l had
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-01-25

HOOPS PILLS are the best family cathartlc,
gentle and effective. Try boN IS cents.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-01-25
Wardsboro, vt.
Wardsboro. VT
An Honest Medicine
Hoods SarsaparilIa Was of Great
Benefit
After the Grip and for Dyspepsia
and Rheumatism.

&C. L Hood g. Co.. Lowell, Mass:
81 will make a true statement of what Hoods
6arsaparilla has done for me. Some eight years
ago ! was troubled with dyspepsia and for
three years l tried doctors, took many different
kinds OF medicine, and received no benefit.
was so bad l could not eat half a cracker with
out distressing me, and would soon spit it up.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-01-25
Dyspepsia as Bad as Ever

besides catarrh, which ] never had before.
My doctor told me 1 was all worn out, might
patch up and live year or two. l commenced
to take Hoods Sarsaparilla and am much bet
ter. L have not had rheumatism since took
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of the grove: "Papasito, papasito, where
are your" "Aqui, hija, aqul'' (Here,
daughter, here), he aswers, as he hastens
forward.
Instantly two plump arms are flung
about his neck; pair OF soft warm hands
draw down his grizzled head the dainty
little figure in his arms bends backward
with pretty, birdlike gesture, then, with
q glad careSsing laugh, suddenly falls
forward upon his breast, and the pretty
mouth is lifted and lost in the depths of
his long beard. That kiss is Don Tiburcio' s
morning benediction.
She is his one priceless treasure, this
winsome Marianita. Four little mounds
within the churchyard tell of buried hopes
and none but the loving wife had ever
known how his proud heart had grieved
that there We're none left to perpetuate his
name. This glowing blossom OF the south
she gave to him with her last breath and
for sixteen years he has worn it upon his
heart. As for Marianita the world for her
is bounded by the horizon which incloses
her father. She draws him now, unre-
sistingly, among her birds and flowers and
beneath the spell of her witchlng sweet
ness passion dies out OF his heart.
But later in the day, and Tor many days,
the haunting thoughts reCur, doubts arise
and purpose grows within his mind. 1t
had often been whispered about that Don
Tiburcio was possessed of fabulous sums Of
money, real old Spanish gold. All who
knew him were aware that his pockets al
ways iingled, and some there were who
told of his counting out the pesetas and
onzas by handfuls, as another man would
count his reales. Don TiDurcio was well
aware that these whispers had been widely
spread through all of the Candado de Los
Angeles, and the story OF the outrages
committed against the property OF his
friends farther north had more than a SYM
pathetic significance Cor him. Dav after
day he pondered and his purpose grew.
The rumors Of war on the Rio Grande
became louder and louder and at length
when the grapes of Cucamonga were TAX
ing on the purple bueS of the distant can
yons, word was brought that the stars and
stripes OF Los Estados Unidos had been
raised at Monterey. Don Tiburcio said
nothing, but the next day announced to
Mananlta that he must journey to Los
Angeles. Close as was the tie which bound
these two, the traditional pride and faith
of her race permitted no doubt nor further
question than the simple Am | to go with
you, papasitoW When the hesitating re-
ply came, mo, [ cannot very we'll take
you, hiia mia" this proud little descend
ant OF old CASTLE thought for only a mo-
ment, 81 wonder why" then dismissed
the subject from her mind, and sent her
father upon his Journey with a close abrazo
and tender words of farewell
Don Tiburcio iourneyed to the pueblo
without adventure or mishap. Two
amigos viejos, apprised of his arrival by
one of his household servants, dined with
him al fresco, and as they smoked their
clgaritos under the shadow of the orange
trees, California; s position in the present
struggle between Mexico and Los Estados
was discussed with great warmth. At
length, when the lateness of the hour
penetrated the consciousness of their
heated spirits, the two friends arose. and
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one large pail, with huge iron spoon.
With a sharp knife he cut into a round OF
beef at his side, dipped the strips of meat
into the large pail before him, and layin g
them within the several pans around him
called out: "Here, Juan, Jose, Pedro,
Chapo, we will give Don Coyote a royal
feast to-day. | should like to see the grin
with which he and his brothers will receive
this generous gift. All but his jaws will
grow too stiff to close upon our fat young
ducks again. Nothing like dose OF cava-
Tonga for Senor Coyote, eh, muchachos2 2'
Thus, with merry jest, he passed around
the fateful poison and dispersed his dusky
helpers.
AS the sun sinks westward the shuck-
ing-party emerges and passes out to the
kitchens and corrals. At sunset Don Tt
burcios band of helpers return, singing an
old mission hymn, Domingo, who has been
mending the sheepfolds, at the head. The
little procession winds round toward the
almazen, when with one accord they all
stop, their song ends in shrek! AS II
turned to stone they stand and gaze!
There sits Don 1iburcio upon the low
bench, his eyes staring and CLASSY, his Jaws
tightly locked the whole figure horribly
upright and rigid. With a cry like a
wounded animal Domingo falls forward
upon his master, "Mi senor! mi senor!
he calls in harsh. choking tones, then
without a word he puts his strong arms
about the rigid form. Instantly the
others leap forward, and they bear him
through Marianita's grove, around to the
veranda. Slowly they lay him down,
and at that moment the jaws unlock
shiver, gurgle, the head falls back
the CLASSY eyes stare upward to the pitiless
heavens!
Light footsteps sound down the wide
hall, a gay voice calls out, "Papasito,
papasito p' The Indians start with appre-
hension: one muscular youth springs for
ward. He will hold her by main force if
he must, from the sight of that awful
horror! Too late Marianita bounds for
ward, one inarticulate cry, she sways and
falls! When Domingo creeps forward and
lifts the arm that lies stretched across her
fathers breast, it falls back heavy, lifeless.
In death, as in life, Don Tiburcio's price
less blossom rests safe against his heart.
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with the formal courtesy which the closest
intimacy never alters babe their host a
"Buenas noches, Don Tiburcio. voya V'd
con Dios manana," Good might, Don Ii
burcio. God be with you tomorrow He
had not disclosed, even to these two tried
and true old friends, the object of his visit
to the pueblo.
In that darkest hour before the dawn
when all his household slumbered, Don
Tiburcio arose, listened for moment, and
finding all still, crept cautiously out into
the wide hall of the house. Noiselessly
drawing the bolt of the outer door, he
gIided around the east corner of the house
to the servants quarters. Here again all
was still save for the occasional mutterIngs
of the sleepers within.
"Domingo" whispered Don Tiburcio,
and out of the darkness tall figure arose,
and stole silently toward him. With 10
further word nor sign the two passed away
toward the stables. Here Domingo drew
out q cumbrous four wheeled "carreta del
pals" which rolled out with dismal creak-
ings. Hurredly Cling the lum bering
vehicle, so that its complainings were in
stantly hushed, he yoked to it pair of we'll
fed, slow-moving oxen. Then, always
with quick, gliding motions, he saddled
Don Tiburcio's horse, and just as the
dawn was lighting up the crown of Ell
Viejo Calvo, master and servant passed
out of the great gate, the master astride
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1t is many days after. The relations
there are many of them-have all departed,
after having flied the house with loud
lamentations and laid their kinsman and
his lovely daughter in their double grave
with all the solemn pomp of church
ceremonial.
Don Tiburcio's legal friends have come,
and they search for all that rumored gold.
They find buried gold and silver, but still
they are not satisfied; the amount is not
adequate to their expectations. There
must be more.
Then some one remem bers that Domingo
was the confidential servant OF Don Thur
cio and they go out to him. where he sits
in the sun and the wind staring straight
before him, always staring, staring. He
lifts his head and looks stupidity at them
when they question him. At length he
understands, and in dull, monotonous tone
and matter he tells of that journey to Los
Angeles, OF the metal box, the picks and
shovels in the carreta; of the separation at
Ell Encino del Tinaje; of the meeting on
the outskirts of the wood.
"Why had you not told US all this
before. Domingo?" they exclaimed, impa-
tiently.
l know. | knew it was a secret; my mas
ter knew l would keep his secret; it was q
secret--it was a secret"
! So they left him muttering, his head
upon his breast. The cold wind blew
about him; he felt nothing, he saw moth
ing, and so he passes out of our story.
They have burrowed like moles for
Tapia's treasure. Miles have been thrown
upward all around Ell Encino del T1naje
to the very edge of the wood. The old
adobe house at Cucamonga, squatted at
the foot of the frowning sierra, is in
ruins. Lizards crawl in and out its
gaping doors; black, winged creatures
make hollow, ghostly echoes in the silent
rooms the mocking-birds that nest among
the thicket of orange trees sing to ruin
and decay. Half century has gone by,
and men, still wondering, ask: "Where
lies Tapia's treasures?" The old encino
guards its secret well.
FRANCES SUNoL ANGUS.
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Piles of the detail to which attention must
be given in forest administration.

Piles of the detail to which attention must
be given in forest administration.
Perhaps the Mariposa big tree grove
offers the best example in this State of in
telligent care. 1t was invaded by fierce
forest fire in 1887 and was saved with diff
Guilty and at great cost. Admonished by
this the Yosemite Commission cleared it's
floor of fallen timber, the duff under the
sequoias was carefully raked off and
burned, new roads wers built to inclose
the big trees, and the grove is now well
protected against fire and the several
groups are open and accessible.
There was a ve~y interesting effect of
this work. Lamentations had been heard
that the big trees had lost the power of re-
production, as no young sequoias were
found growing under them. But when the
dry duff was removed and the ground was
again exposed to the air and sunshine, the
seed from the ripe cones fructified and
now there is nursery of young sequoias
under every parent tree. These should
be used for transplanting and renewing
the grove and for spreading this rare FAM
lily of giants over the whole mountain
range.
The magnitude of the task of extending
such treatment and protection TO our
forests in order to preserve and renew
them, will be seen when it is known that
until quite recently the forest area still in.
Federal possession was 73, 900 acres,
and that the so-called park reservations by
the Federal Government IN this State and
elsewhere measure 16, 325, 760 acres. It
seems hardly worth while to divert atten-
ton from the necessities of this principal
ity OF forests to the petty question of recess
sion of the Yosemite grant.
JNo. P. IRISH.
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his favorite horse Paioma, his Indian at
tendant walking beside the cumbrous
carreta. which contained, besides q large
square metal box, with strong brass
clasps, pickaxes and shovels of various
sizes and degrees of strength.
Slowly they wended their way toward
the Rancho de San Jose, and as they rode
the golden glory of the day gilded the
crests of the distant Sierra Madre. Rev.
erently Don Tiburcio raised his broad
mbrero, and the silent but observant In
dian clasped his arms and dropped his
head upon his breast. The oxen stood
still. With his eyes upon the glory
crowned Sierra Don Tiburclo chanted his
morning prayer OF praise and thanksgiv-
ing, to which the Indian added a low
toned amen, and, quietly laying his hand
upon the nearest OF the oxen, they re-
sumed their slow journey.
The sun rose nigh in the heavens, the
purple canyons of the still distant mount
aims grew hazy with the days heat
and the long line of hills to the south
grew faint and indistinct. Slowly, slowly
the sun passed over their heads and sank
down below the level horizon. A cool
breeze came lightly toward them and
whispered around them. The glow
a mist, softly fell and wrapped them
within impalpable, invisible folds, through
which the light breeze tloated like the
touch of spirit that wanders.
In silence they journeyed, the Indian
moving like shadow beside the slow
rolling carreta, while the stars flung down
a soft white light like the gleam of the
blooms in the orange groves. The Indian
and the master, each in his own way, felt
the silent power of the forces Of the night
perhaps within the Indians untutored
soul If stirred the wider depths of poetry
But he gave no sign, only patiently guided
the plodding oxen.
The stars paled, and as the gray light of
another dawn lifted the shadowy mists
from the cornfeds and vineyards, Do
mingo and his master halted, under the old
Encino del Tinaje. Here Domingo's face
took on its first expression of wonder, as
Don Tiburcio said to him: "Here, Do
mingo, take my horse, ride on to Cuca-
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A European .Monroe Doctrine. /"

Even the mere suggestion that the
United States might interfere in the Turk
ish problem has been ignored by nearly
all the mouthpieces of British opinion );
and if any serious announcement were
made to the effect that the Americans pro-
posed to capture Constantinople, it is easy
to imagine what an angry buzzing would
be heard in that hornets nest known as
the London newspaper world 1t requires
no great stress of fancy to infer with what
unanimity, indeed, all Europe would
hasten to denounce ana to protest against
such a proposed invasion of Turkey.
The fact is that while the British press
snarls or sneers at the Monroe doctrine
that very doctrine in another guise is in
force III Europe to-day, and it is certainly
enforced more stringently than the Mon
roe doctrine would be in the Western
Hemisphere, If the British claims were ad-
mitted IN such affairs as the Venezuela
boundary dispute, for example. The at
tempt of the United States forcibly to ac-
quire any territory from Turkey would call
forth the instant remonstrance OF all
Europe. 1t is as well to remember that
fact in considering the British protests
against the Monroe doctr1ne.-Boston ADJ
yertiSer.
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monga and bring back with you fresh

monga and bring back with you fresh
pair of oxen"
With. no further expression of his as
tonishment than that vague look of sur
prise, the Indian quietly mounted, lifted
his hat, and, with courteous, "Adios,
senor," passed off to the northward, where
the mountains loomed up in dark and
splendid grandeur. Arriving at the rancho,
he handed over the masters horse to a
lounging Indian boy, quietly ordered
another to bring out the fresh yoke
of oxen, saying: 1.-The carreta is heavy
and our oxen grew weary ), and, taking
neither rest nor refreshment, set out to
meet his master. They met four miles
from the ranch, on the outskirts of the
wood. The Indians quick eye noticed
that the shovels and pickaxes still lay in
the bottom of the carreta, but the box had
disappeared. But no. one word did he
utter; he understood that secret rested
between him and his master.
The leaves hung limp with heat, all
sounds were hushed save the dull thud of
the overripe figs falling to the ground as
they rode into the wide patio. The Joyous
clamor of welcome accorded the master
awakened Marianita from her dreamful
siesta and with smiles, sweet words and
caresses she waited upon the weary
traveller, but like the faithful Indian SER
want she never questioned the object of his
journey.
The vineyards had yielded up their
purple fruits, and the struggling vines
were trailing their gold and crimson ban
ners on the ground. Great piles of pump
kins rose like golden thrones within the
cobwebbed almazen, while rival thrones of
gold glowed IN the loft above where sun
kissed apples were heaped high. Here, in
garlands and festoons Of chill peppers, the
autumn's royal colors were hung alcft.
Don Tiburclo stood among a group of
Indians without the open door of the
almazen, from which came the sounds of
fun and laughter where the merry Indian
boys and maidens were shucking the
ripened corn under the supervision of old
Ysidor.
Don Tiburcio stood before long, rough
table, upon which were several pans and
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THE YOSEMITE QUESTION,
John P. Irish Discusses Problems
Vital to CALIFORNIA;
Future.
RECESSION OF THE VALLEY.
A Strong Forestry Organization Is
Needed Badly by the
State.
RECESSION OF THE VALLEY.

The discussion of recession of the Yo-
semitic Valley to the Federal Government
may be the means of attracting public at
tention to some problems that are vital to
all the future of California.
The year just closing has witnessed
probably the most pitiful and widespread
destruction OF our mountain forests that
has ever occurred. In the Santa Cruz
the Russian River and around Sotoyome
Valley. the destruction by fire has been
terrible. In the Sierras, in Ell Dorado and
Placer counties vast tracts of splendid
timber have been burned and the baked
earth made arid and robbed of its tree
producing virtues. There are large areas
in our mountains where fire has so fre-
ouentlv passed in the dry season that the
roots and germs OF all high vegetation
have disappeared, and the soil, no longer
held in place by the mesh, has slipped off
and erosion has left the bare granite ribs
of the earth to glisten where once the
foliage and shade spread scene OF sylvan
beauty.
The State needs a strong forestry organi-
zation, composed of men who are willing
to learn by the experience OF others. The
people need to be taught that forestry
does not mean the prevention OF economic
uses of our forest trees, but that tree
when ripe ana ready may be harvested
and sent to the saw to be prepared Tor
Commerce. This use, however, may be
under such regulations that the harvest
ing of one tree destroys no others not yet
fit for the ak, ana in no way rops the soh
of its capacity to produce more trees.
The fine forests of this continent come
to US from the hands of the Indians
When we talk of the primitive CONDITION
and beauties of the Yosemite Valley ana
the Sierra forests, it is well to inquire
what these were and their cause. This IN
quiry will develop the principal reasorfor
the irresistible coniagrations which are
liking our mountain fanks desolate.
Many who talk and write about ''the vlr-
gin beauties of the Yosemite describe
condition different entirely from the state
in which we received that valley from Its
Indian tenants.
The Yosemite's primitive condition was
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Z: H.. a: proud descendant of proud old race
j. was Don Tiburcio Tapia. His many SER
: wants: and dependents found in him a kind
.:bpG: naughty master; his many friends a
!. chlyatrous, generous, true-hearted gentle
mani. Like all his wealthy neighbors he
was lord OF vast domains, and for one half
the year he dispensed the free-handed hos
! <pltal1ty OF those festive Spanish times
within the pueblo of Los Angeles; the
r!otlier half he spent in happy, quiet ease
among his olives and his vineyards on the
::#beautifui ranch of Cucamonga, ramed
. :fT@m the frowning sierra that forms its
northern boundary wall.
J.. And here it is that on perfect June
:morning of 1915 we find him pacing up
!. :and down the noble avenue of ANCIENT
olIyes, his brows knit into an anxious
:.frowp; his much perturbed spirit finding
vent in an occasional low mutter, "Ameri-
.caIlos ladrones!"
For. many weeks vague rumors of war
= had been waited upon the orange-scented
:: breezes and the spirit of unrest had in
=; vaded this paradise Of peace. But as vet
1t was only vague and underlined feeling
:: OF m1strust, and not even in Don Ii
blrcios own mind had it formed itself
:: into an actual and active protest.
E: But only this morning a dust-covercd
:: rider had flung the hateful words to him
Z: which raised his ire, and then spurred his
!: horse onward toward the pueblo of Los
!: Angeles. THE Americanos have risen
" Openly against General Castro The flag of
! Mlexfco. has been pulled down in the
! pueblo of Sonoma and flag with an Oso
. &c n
=. ger had gone on to paint the scene in vivid
: fiery. language, telling of the plunder of
!. horses and. cattle and household goods, of
: the indignities offered proud old gray
= .headed;dons and their families, and how
/. SONG: of their "paisanos'' had been led
: away by the tilibusters to be imprisoned in
,cSltter's Fort.
): All of Don Tiburcio's angry spirit leaped
to his eyes; the proud passion of hun
:. :dre@ passionate ancestors rang in the tones
J. with: which he uttered: "Aiye, osos! de-
/. :EaQnioS! A los infiernos con todos! Dios!
:: bios + donde estas2" (Aye, bears! de-
!: :mons! To h with them all! God
~-G9d:. where art thou? And the messen-
ger sped on with his hateful message.
:: Now, an hour later, Don Tiburcio strides
= up ana down the Alameda de Olivos, the
. Hires: OF hate still raging stormily within
hrs breast. Suddenly all anger dies away.
: don Tiburcio awakes to a sense of the
beauty and freshness of the morning, the
T.. glory of the light upon the frowning crags
of: the sierra, the sparkle and fash of last
*:night's dew upon the glowing blossoms OF
the pomegranate, the song of the mocking-
birds among the orange groves, the tender
light Of love within a pair of deep dark
eyes, all conjured up by the sound of a
:Bweet low voice that calls from the depths
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former is necessary, while under proper
restrictions they may be used on the
plains. This is because the mesh of grass
and tree roots serves to hold the soil on
slopes, which otherwise in the rainy sea-
sons seeks an equilibrium by slipping.
When it is gone the bare rocks cannot hold
back the water, as it is held by the soil.
and mountain streams, receiving the en-
tire fall ON their watersheds, Immediately
soil to food height. These are only exam
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chemistry, general and special botany,
mineralogy and geology, mathematics,
geodosy, mechanics, geometry, national
economy. Second group-Forest culture,
forest telling and technology, forest preser-
vation and zoology. forest laws, forest
yield, regulation and management, forest
statistics, forest ngineering.
The course is three years and two state
examinations mast be taken, after the
diploma before graduate can enter the
forest service.
The treatment of forests is modified by
their location, whether upon mountain
fianks or level plains. The exclusion of
browsing and roofing animals from the