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The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
The Mocking Birds Range.

Tue most remarkable thing ajJ
mocking bird is its way OF laying
n range. In the autumn itgoesS
and establishes itself for the wint'
n patch of ground that will yield
ries and other food enough to Ia'
til the following spring. The tT'
determined respecting boundaries
as much accuracy as II mining
pector would use in taking onta
Perhaps it may be only iiity,]
square, or it may have length
breadth of as much as 100 yards
space depends mainly upon tue
supply in sight ; but the mocklns
is a great glutton and wants ten
the quantity that would ne nee,
to keep him alive. Having laid|
his range, the owner will de'
with his life, and no other lrult'eI
bird is allowed to enter it,-Ns
leans Times-Democrat.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

The old proverb says that time
made for slaves. 1t is certainly h
that it was not made for Alsacians
the following story told by o traye
lately returned from Alsace be trI
Says he: "On my return from 4
chen, / looked upon the beautiful
lagos of the Lewen Valley, and ba|
a tourist who likes to poke his 4
into everything, turned, by chan
into the church of Kirchberg.
coming out took out my watch
regulate it by the clock in the chu|
tower. But there was no clock 70
seen. Hence / went into the vii i
inn, and there asked the time.
my host could not oblige me. Ic
tell you exactly, for, you see, he's
I'VE have no use for clocks lnI
morning we go by the smoke II
from the chimney at the parsonag
on the hill. The parsonage peopld
very regular. We dine when did
is ready. At 4 p. IN. the whistle
the train coming from Massmuu
tells us that the time has come io
another meal, and at night we
that it is time to go to bed when
dark. On Sunday We 90 to cA
when the bell rings. Our parson
very easy going man, and he dot
mind beginning half m honr sol
or later. ."-Harper's Round Iab.!,
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
The Wheel as a Llle.Saver.

To the Russians belongs the credit
of first utilizing bicycles as sort of
out.riding bodyguard. The recent
discovery of several plots to assassin
ate the Czar has aroused to the ut
most the ingenuity of the military,
whose especial work in life is to secure
the safety of the autocrat. In the
past when the Czar made ajourney by
railway it was thought sufficient to
send ahead locomotive and tender
to make sure that the road was free
from loose rails, misplaced switches,
dynamite bombs and such other him
ORANGES to the imperial pi ogress. But
the certain information that the
Socialist, Anarchists and Nihilists who
prevade Russian society from bottom
to top, to the very eide of the Gear
himself, are once more actively en-
gagged In their thoroughly righteous
scheme to overthrow the absolute mon.
archy that makes virtual slaves OF tens
of millions of men, has made necessary
the most rigid precautions. Therefore
the imperial train is now always pre-
ceded by one or more military bicyclers
of proved loyalty to the Czar. Such
out.riders precede the train at dis
tance no greater than is absolutely
necessary to prevent their being run
down by the locomotive. The guard
from his perch on the comparatively
lofty wheel commands an adequate
view of the neighboring country, ant
can signal to the train following at th'
slightest sign of danger.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
Tho aInjunv and the Nugset.

The miners were a-talking. II va,
after the lunch hour during the reces
in the last day of their convention !,
Pioneer Hall. They we're looking =
picture of Suffers mill.
''Do you zee that cabin there by IN,
tree?" asked Captain George Nv
Thomas. 'Well, that is whore lival
when / was the custodian of the irs
nugget found by MRshall. | kae1
Marshall we'll, and many and mapv]
the time he told me of his discoverJ
In fact, that is-about all l ever suel
him to do Marshall always coima|
that discovery as his own, Tat ir al
nugget had not been forced on him n
would never have found it, or apJ
thing else. I
Zone day young Indian--1 kpc
him well--was working in the lem|
above the mill when he picked I'M 4 |
little piece of shining metal that ster,o
the exodus to California. The IniaI
carried it around in his pocket for
day or two and then gave it TO Md
shall. He did not know what it W
and proceeded to test it with his tee.I
The only result was the impression 4
two solid eye teeth. He was about
throw it aside as worthless when II
Indian suggested that he send 1t
General Sutter, who was then at III
barcadario, the present site of Saer
mento. Sutter tested il and sent
back with the information that it vi
gold and was worth 81 or SS. Sever
other nuggets were found in the iun,
but the original l had in my pose
sion for several months, and when
returned il TO Marshall it still had
imprint of his teeth.
THAT is the story of the discovery
gold in California as related to me
both Marshll and the Indian. but VIII
any one sought to give the Digger
credit that was due him Marshall Won
brush aside all such claims With 4
declaration, 'Iniuns don't count
they did there's probably thou,in
of 'em that seen gold here before II
one did
"When Marshall was dying Of sd
vation the Legislature refused to
bill appropriatiug $500 TOR his
lief, but after his death n costly mo.
ment was erected to his memory.
was not Marshall but Marshal
memory that the State desired to p
petuate. San Francisco Chronic
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
THANKS Givfi:G.
Sweet was the song Of the robin.

Sweet was the song Of the robin,
Blithe was the hum OF the bee,
In the day when the drift OF the blossom
Was light as the foam OF the sea.
Then deeply WIS cloven the furrow.
And gayly they scattered the seed.
Who trusted that rainfall and suns bins
Would surely be given at need.
The robin hath flown to the tropic,
Tho honey-bee littcth no more.
The reaper hath garnered the harvest.
And the fruit and the nuts are in store.
The flame hash died out on the naples,
We tread on the loose- ying leaves.
And the corn that was sturdy and stalwart
Is gathered and bound into sheaves.
And swccter than music Of springtimc,
And fuller Of jubilant mirth.
Are the strong-tided chorals o'erflowng
From hearts where thanksgiving has birth.
The songs of the home and the altar,
The gladness OF children at play
Apd the lear love Of households united
Arc blending in praises to-day
For pasturc-lands folded with beauty,
For plenty that burdcnod the vale
For the wealth of the .eeming abundance.
And the promise too royal to fail,
We LIT TO the Maker our anthems,
But none the less cheerily come
To thank Him for honor and fruition,
And the happiness crowning the homo.
Oh, the peace on the brow Of the father,
The light in the mothers clear eyes,
Tho lift in the voices Of maidens
Who walk under drcam-curtained skies.
The dance in the feet Of the wee ones.
And the sparkle and shine in the airl
Tho year has no time like Thanksgiving
A truce to our fretting and care.
Sweet was the song Of the robin,
Blithe was the hum OF the bee,
In the day when the drift Of the blossom
Was light as the foam Of the sea;
But swecter the silence OF autumn,
That maketh n space for the strain
or the joyance OF home, when the harvest
l. gathered from hillside and plain.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
An Old Violin.

The Stradivarius violin, En9'
der the name of Hercules :,
passed into the possession o. !
gene Ysaye, the weil'kno"a
violinist, who purchased u y
Paul Nothomb, Kings Aa''1
Manche, in Berlin, for So2'a'
instrument, dated 1892, IN on,
most perfect ever turned on,
celebrated Cremona MASTER 'i'rs n
full state of preservation. -Is'l
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ly Herald of Freedom. "Well, it
don't make much difference to me,
Thanksgivin' or no Thanksgivin'.
haven't much to be thankful for"
And the tears rose instinctiyely into
the willows dim eyes as she remem.
bered the radiant Thanksgiving Days
of her youth, when the sun rose be.
hind veil of amethyst and gold, and
the trees hlazed in royal -rh"~ =
..,r all moons sale. ocean
of violet air.
The Widow Wyman was young then,
and the world wore its holiday guise.
She was old and poverty stricken now,
and things were changed.
Outside, the dead leaves rustled in
the bleak November blast, and the
gate, hanging from its one hinge,
creaked like a complaining gnome.
Everything goes against me ~
sighed the widow, as she measured out
six drops of laudanum for her tooth.
ache. "The wind didn't blow any,
body's gate down but mine; and the
side of the old barn has caved in, and
the latch is OF the corncrib door, and
weasel took all my spring chickens
night afore last, and the apple-sass
has fermented, and the moths has
eaten up my furs, ana haven't had a
letter from brother Johns folks in
three months, and there amt living
soul, as far as | know of. as cares
whether I'm in the world or out of it.
"There was jamie Greyson, as
brought up out oi the workhouse and
bound TO the bookbinder trade in New
York, she's married a store clerk, they
tell me, as wears Sunday clothes every
day of his life, and never even write.
to ask how 1 am; and Sarah Soames
as ! nussed through the smallpox thai
summer she taught district school VI
here; aud Harry Wild, as never coul(
have set up business if my ElnatbaI
hadn't mortgaged the old place Il
lend him money.
81 might sit here and starve, anC
they wouldn't none of 'em lift
finger to put bread in my mouth anC
there's the mortgage to be forecloset
at Christmas, and the fences all down
and everything going to rack ant
ruin. l declare to goodness, Nv
most a.mind to swallow the whole o
this laudlum bottle, and put an end t,
my troubles. There amt nobod,
would care"
And the Widow Wyman locke
gloomily at her bottle of laudanum a
she set it on the shelf.
"There," she added, as the back 10
separated in two pieces and fell in
shower of ashes on the brick heart
There goes the fire, and there ain
dozen sticks of wood in the shed
Things didn't used to so 80 slipsho
when Elnathan was alive. And l can
go to meetin' tomorrow, because
haven't a decent dress to wear; and
/ roast a rib O. pork, with steve
apples and sage, for dinner, it'll be q
esp s8ord. Other folks has turka,
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

In stack and cellar, bay and bin,
Now rest the harvests Of the year;
The orchards wealth is gathered in,
The ricks are filed, the fields are clear.
To-day we take truce from toll.
And at the genial fresidc meet;
Nothing shall come our peace TO spoil
A we the annual feast repeat.
Hcw calm the Indian summer haze
Above the distant mountain lies:
The squirrel darts from place to place,
The crow across tbs valley flies.
The ripping stream with murmuring tone
Seems lonclier as It passes by
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
4 New Bicycle Tire.

A new bicycle tire, which Is
be an Improvement over those
eral use, has been invented an'
ented by Miss Z. S. Hutch!ns'
Rapids, Mich. In the middle
rim of an ordinary style pneaa
rubber tire is groove, into w
fitted q smaller tire OF leather J
it is claimed, is much more y
than the present style OF aull w.,
tires while equally elastic and
New York Sun.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
THANKSGIVING THOUGHTS.
A Day Suggestive OF Hospitality and
Good Cheer.

|
Good Cheer.
Thanksgiving! feel tempted to
say it is the most blessed inheritance
the citizens Of this broad land of free
dom received from their sturdy an
cestors, this custom of setting apart
one day in the year for rendering to
the Father thanks for all mercies and
blessings. As the years have passed
on the custom has lost much of the
solemnitv and religious fervor with
which it was observed in the olden
time, but it has preserved one of the
most beautiful of its original features,
the assembling of separated families.
1t is the one blessed day of all the
year that brings together the scattered
members Of the household. The
wanderers, separated perhaps by miles
and months, meet once more by the
glow of the Thanksgiving fire of the
old homestead, to smile and speak the
merry word, to forget for one bright,
brief day the cares and worries of the
world. There seems to be au agree
ment, unspoken, yet recognized and
binding, to lay aside all petty griev.
ances and small vexations, 20 drive
away all thoughts of business troubles,
to remember only that which is pleas
ant, and to make the day one of peace
and gladness.
Thanksgiving The very word is
suggestive of welcome, of beaming
faces and happy meetings, Of good
cheer and hospitality unlimited, of
tempting heaps of ruddy apples and
golden oranges, aud of that spicy
dainty, our National confection, the
"pie de pumpkin.
And inseparable from thu word
Thanksgiving is another National
dish, roast turkey-the once proud
bird of our wildwood fanked by the
reddest and cranberriest of cranberry
sauces.
Some one has said, heartlessly and
audaciously, that to spend a truly
ideal Thanksgiving we must not only
cast aside our own burdens, but forget
the troubles of others less fortunate
than ourselves, the poor whom We
have "always with u.s." This may be
comfortable sort of philosophy, and
the owner of such convenient, cast
iron conscience and memory could, no
doubt, get great deal OF selfish en-
Ioyment out OF life.
But 1 believe that to make the day
q perfect one we must think of the
poor in our midst. for a few minutes.
at least, not in a maudlin, sentimental
way, signing over their poverty, be-
wailing their hardships, but in q
simple, substantial way, sharing with
them the viands with which our table
has been blessed. II the giver OF
every Thanksgiving feast, or even il
every ordinary family dinner. would
remember the destitute long enough
to feed one hungry family thousands oi
homes would be gladdened for at least
one day.
The most acceptable thanks we car
send above consist in making Others
thankful. With grateful hearts WI
may celebrate the day, but sweetel
than any praises we can sing are th'
little acts of thoughtful kindness w
may all bestow. - Detroit Free Press
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
The Smallest clock.

What is without doubt 'l'
clock in the world was late! y y
bition in the shop window, ~ !.
tingen jeweler. The dial 1
less than one.third OF an ln'l' 4
eter, and the weight when
the motive power is susPsA''I
human hair.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

with you, Aunt Nancy" said he; "and
my wife is outside in the carriage,
with an eighteen.pound turkey, and
real old-fashioned suet-pudding that
she baked herself, and a batch of
mince pies, and six pounds of Cali
fornia grapes. Come in, Poll" OPEN
ing the door to admit rosy. faced
young lady, with teeth like pearls, and
the prettiest of dimplesin her cheeks.
"And we, too, Aunt Nancy" said
CHEEKY voice, out of the gathering
dusk.
"jakes alive !" said the Widow Wy
man "it sin't jamie Greyson? 1t
can't bel"
eyes, it isl" cried the CHEEKY voice !;
and in came tall, pretty girl, leaning
on the arm OF o stalwart young man.
"And here's my husband, Caleb Car.
ter. We couldn't spend our first
Thanksgiving anywhere but with you,
auntie, dear, and here we are. And
Caleb has brought our dinner along
pair of grouse, with red currant jel-
ly, and cranberry-pufs, and oranges,
and nuts, and raisins, and all that
sort of thing. Bring in the basket,
Caleb, dear. And there's a new black
silk dress for you, Aunt Nancy, and
pair of gold spectacles, and Grim.
son.and- black blanket shawl, and a set
of real English lace for you to wear to
meeting tomorrow.
And with this Janet hugged the
old lady until she nearly choked
her, aud kissed her until she was re-
vived again.
While all this was transpiring, there
came fresh cannonade of knocks
against the door, and the widow made
haste to open it.
There stood stout, middle aged
man, all wrapped up in muillers, which
were already beginnin & to be powd'
cred over with show, and a stout,
middle-aged woman at his side, and
three children, all stout, but not mid
dle.aged, ip the background.
swell, never!" cried the Widow
Wyman, staring until she seemed to
become all spectacle glasses. cit
amt folks?"
johns folks it was, come to spend
Thanksgiving at the old homestead.
"Such big turkey, Aunt Nancy!
squeaked one of the children, unable
longer to contain himself.
Sand Lice jelly, and East India pre-
serves, and cake as big as a car
wheel, all covered over with frosting I
, added another. "Oh, my, don't
/ wish it was tomorrow"
Sand set of furs for you, Aun
Nancy, and new carpet for the par
/ lor, cause pas gone into the carpe
, and oil-cloth business" supplemented
' the youngest and stoutest of all, pro
: ceeding to the construction OF be
: wildering series of summersets in tn
: middle of the floor.
The Widow Wyman sat down help
y lessly, and looked around at the poo
little roasting piece OF pork, a
T powdered over with sage, and the pc
g of pumpkins stewing on the fire
i while in the back kitchen, by the ligt
of dip-candle, jamie and Johns viii
. and tbe rosy.faced bride were uppacl
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
All Can BE Thankful.

The few who have been prosperous
Can easily give thanks;
They have sufficient for their need
'And credit in the banks.
The multitude who are hard up.
The victims OF reverse,
Can only try TO thankful be
1t isr't any worse.
kansas City Journal
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

and cranberry tarts. amt so lucky.
But, then, I'll get pumpkin there's
plenty of 'em in the old corn lot and
make pumpkin pie. There will be a
Thanksgivin' taste to that, anyhow"
And the Widow Wyman raked to-
gether the fading embers of the fire,
pnt on two or three fence pickets to
make it blaze up, and brought in
now back log, fringed with gray moss,
and smelling family of the woods.
But oil the while her heart was as
heavy as lead within her bosom.
Something's going to happen, said
'',e y!!dcw; as the tears dropped slowly
into the apples she was pairing for
sauce. al know something's going to
happen. P'raps it'll be a cyesone,
Or, maybe, the mortgage is goin' to
be foreclosed sooner than calculated
on. Or, p'raps I'm goin' to have a
spell o fever"
But just here some ono tapped
briskly at the door.
"Come in, said the Widow Wyman,
dropping an apple on the floor in her
CONSERVATION.
And in came tall man, wrapped in
fur-lined garments, with bright.hued
eyes shining under the rim of q seal
skin cap.
'1s this Mrs. Nancy Wyman?" said
he, gruiliy.
"That's me-" said the widow.
"Ohl" said the stranger. "Cold
weather for this time of year"
Every cold" said Mrs. Wyman.
Threatening snow"
at does look like it," acquiescei
the widow.
81 believe this place is mortgaged," A"
said the stranger plunging headlong
! into business.
The Widow Wyman began to trem-
BILE all over,
81 knew something was going to
happen" thought she. And she
added. aloud: eyes, it is"
al thought So" said the stranger.
I've bought the mortgage from
Squire Satterlee."
81 hope you'll excuse the interest
and taxes being little behind" said
Mrs. Wyman. 'I'm a lone woman,
and"
"Yes, l know" brusquely inter
rupted the gentleman; "but bushes;
is business. Do you see these papers,
ma'am?"
The widow eyed the yellow packet
in his hand.
eyes" said she; "its the mortgag,
l signed myself. 1 see 'em plaiI
enough"
Every well," said the stranger, ant
he deliberately tore the documents il
two, and flung them under the moss,
old log, where they shot into yelloY
spires of flame and few up the chin
ney in train of fiery sparks. "The.
were taken off the record this morn
ing" said he. "Why, Aunt Nancy
is it possible you don't know Harr
{ Wild?"
| And in another second he had he
I in his arms, with the apples rollin
over the kitchen floor, and her cap q
| on one side.
q eve come to spapd Thapksgivin
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

And one slow hawk, reserved, alone,
Cuts his broad sweep across the sky.
The colored pallet, rich and rare,
Is gone which made the forests gay;
A Quaker russet now they wear,
And even that shall pass away.
But we. around our ample board.
Confront the winter without fear,
Whose fruits are housed, whose crops are
stored,
For ALL may some good fortune come,
Some cheer to drive sad thoughts away;
Thrice happy friendships, love and home.
And naught to mar Thanksgiving Day.
Joel Benton.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28
A WIDOWS THANKSGIVING
~ HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

. 4 \ X S GIVIN',
eh ?" said the
Widow Wyman, us
she studied the
Governors proc.
lamation through
her glasses as it
appeared in the
type of the Week.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

William Riley, Philadelphia boy.
has invented oontrivance by which
his Newfoundland dog supplies the
motive power for his printing press.
The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-11-28

1t is estimated that 5000 marriages
are daily performed throughout the
world.
Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1895-05-16

How many wives are aware that they
do not even own the clothes upon their
backs in any except two or three states
Of this Union? a lady in Connecticut
bought some new dresses lately. She
liked them very much, but when her
lord and master came home he inspected
the gowns and decided that they were
not right They were too gay for his
wife, he said, which was undoubtedly
true, for the wife of man like that
ought to wear sackcloth and ashes and
nothing else But this wife persisted in
her desire to wear the gowns, although
her master said they were too gay.
Then the husband destroyed the dresses
He was going to let her know that he
would be master in his own house, you
see. He was arrested for this destruc-
tion of property. Nothing could be
done with him, although he had de-
stroyed all her pretty gowns, because. as
he contended, they were his own prop
erty, and he had a right TO do as he
pleased with them / wonder if that
wife will ever say again that she has all
the rights she wants?