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The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
HELPING THE BIRDS.
How to Build Homes for Them Which
They VIII Like.

Life is an uphill struggle with many
of our birds, and they are exceedingly
grateful for little help at suitable
times. Boys and girls may, if they
wish, help the birds, and have fun be-
sides.
One way TO help the birds is to put
up bird house or two, and YOU may
be lucky enough to have the wrens
build in them. Just word about bird
houses. Numbers of them are built
wrong, as you may see by little OBJ
servation. The hole for entering is
made on level with the floor, and
when the bird attempts to build n nest
the sticks, grass and feathers close up
the only door. In the right sort of
bird house, which is merely box about
eight inches square, the hole for the
birds to enter is made in the middle
OF slightly above the middle of the
front. Whcnithe nest is built the open
ing is just on level with the top OF it.
The picture will show what is meant.
A slanting roof sheds the rain best,
and little doorstep or place on which
the bird can alight is appreciated, but
plain square box, with II hole an inch
and one-half in diameter in the front
of it will do. Nail such box on the
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

oil the AXenstrasse, and gradually
bringing the little deliver nearer the
top. But like many another amateur
engineer who goes ahead without an
adequate survey of the ground, he met
with an unexpected obstacle. About
half way up he encountered a stone.
firmly embedded and so large that he
could not tunnel around it. Here again
was pause, and sadness. and cogita-
ton. But again the diminutive brain
was equal to the gency-though
ordinarily it doesn't contain wit enough
to keep it's owner out of a palpable
trap with the dead bodies of three or
four of his neighbors stuck in it for a
warning. For mouse, our long-tailed
engineer was nothing less than n
genius; he reversed his plans, set his
back to the rock. started his spiral in
the opposite direction, and finally
reached the surface. Certainly he had
earned his freedom; and let us hope
that the clever little fellow never fell
victim to either cat or trap.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
a lame LEOPARD.
with Its Master IL walked About the
streets of Berlin.

OF all the cat tribe leopards are the
easiest to tame, if they are captured
when young. When they are old their
savage habits have become fixed, and it
is almost impossible then to tame them.
Thirty years ago Il curious and we'll
known sight on the streets Of Berlin
was Won der Madliern with his tanned
leopard. Baron Won der Madliern,
when young man, was several years
German consul in Egypt. While there
an Arab friend presented him with
young leopard. 1t was only IA few days
old, its eyes not open yet. The young
baron determined to make n pet of the
leopard and train and treat it like
dog.
The leopard was never confined in a
cage, but was always allowed full lib
erty, and was well fed and petted. He
slept on n comfortable rug in his mas
tcr's room, and, if the night was cold.
crept upon its masters bed and shared
it with him. Through the day, indoors
and out, he followed Won der Madliern
about like faithful dog and displayed
a dogs affection for his master.
He grew by and by into handsome
creature, one of the largest of his spe-
cies, and finely marked. When he had
been in Won der Madliern's possession
about two years the baron was recalled
to Berlin, and took the animal back
with him. In Berlin the leopard occu-
pied the same place in his masters
house that he had done before, and fol-
lowed the baron about the streets I'M
the same way.
At first the sight of the creature
stalking solemnly along beside the
man created quite a sensation in the
city, and people crowded to see them
pass. But 1t grew to be an everyday
matter, which only attracted OCCASION
nj notice from strangers or children.
The animal lived to be about Is years
old, and died much lamented by all who
knew him. His story seems to prove
that the wildness of such anip,els Ia
only slightly inherited, and that their
better nature may usually oc brought
out by the proper treatment.-Our
Animal Friends.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

Cemeteries and the battlefield. could
see the cemetery on the opposite decliv-
ity, it's flag floating proudly as 1T rose
each day at sound of the sunrise gun.
loved to see the care expended upon the
rows of graves marked with snowy
headstones, and knew by sort of in
tuition where, in one corner, lay near
together the schoolmates who had died
that night by my side. On Memorial
days there were ceremonies worth see
ing, soldiers marched, sweet-faced and
sweet-voiced children sang. eloquence
recalled the war and its lessons. and
each grave became an emerald altar on
which soft-eyed blossoms breathed
fragrant incense, their scented prayers
rising toward heaven.
"On one Memorial day, 20 years after
the war, there strolled into the ravine
late in the afternoon young man and
woman. knew them for lovers before
I clearly saw their faces, for she leaned
toward him as they walked with the
unconscious naturalness and grace OF
vine reclining toward its supporting
tree. On they came through the laur-
els and seated themselves, with their
backs against me, much as did those
soldiers of 20 years agone. She was
fair-faced blonde, graceful as n fawn,
dimples in her peachy checks, loyalty
in her true blue eyes. He was dark,
stalwart, manly, with the form OF an
athlete and the eyes of n born protector
of truth and innocence. Even before
they spoke l knew them, through in
tuition, to be the son and daughter OF
the men who had died where they now
sat absorbed in loves young dream. AS
they sat there, her head on his shoulder
and his arm where it should be, around
her taper waist, punctuated with kisses,
I heard their story ard more than j
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

Fig. the. Right Kind.
shed or house, out of the way of prowl-
ing cats, and wait for luck to bring you
a bird. In the suburban towns you are
quite likely to get little, brown, fussy,
sociable wren before May is gone.
Another way to help the birds is to
keep q pan or large flowerpot saucer
filled with fresh water in some place
where the birds can use it to wash
and drink from. DO not be discouraged
if they do not come in the first week,
for they must first find it, and next, l.n-
less it is kept full and fresh, they vii,
not patronize it regularly. Robins, blue
jays, cat birds, chirping sparrows and
blackbirds all enjoy IL good bath and n
cool drink, and are likely to come to
you.
If an oriole is building near you
throw some bright-colored worsted,
some string or hemp on the bushes, and
the oriole is likely to call for it.
If Il bird decides to build near you
you can help him by driving away
the rascally English sparrow, which
will try to drive him away. But the
English sparrow, that tramp among
birds, hates the evening bath as much
as the man tramp would. SO, when the
sparrow goes to roost ut night, or, bet
ter still, when the nest is nearly built,
make q campaign against him with the
hose and wash him of his roost or his
nest from its place, and it will soon be-
gin to dawn upon him that he is not.
exactly welcome guest.
Above all, don't rob the nests of our
native birds. A collection of eggs
doesn't amount to much anyway, and
you will find it more fun to watch the
young birds than it is to drive away the
old ones. Encourage our native birds
to come and live near you, and they
will pay you for your trouble by the
flowers, bushes and trees they will
save by keeping them clean from in
sects, and they will throw in musicale
for good measure.-A. c. Beebe, i'll Chi
cago Record.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

had learned before of the men whose
children they were. Birds chartered
about them. gaudy butterflies futtered
in their faces, vines festooned like we'd
ding decorations in dim church aisles
waved laZily in the caressing breezes
above, and they leaned against me as
confidingly as if i belonged in loves
bowers instead of in the brunt of bat
ties. i was their friend. The brave
are ever tender hearted. Iron cannon
thrill to magnetic currents with greater
readiness than many softer things.
Nor did look grim and forbidding.
Roses of the woods had crept over me
and wreathed me with bloom. Laurels
leaned lovingly over me, and vines
trailed in slender grace ano beauty over
my rusted form. 1 was u picture of
peace. where
winds blew sweet kisses from the scent
ed south.
Flowers waved love-signals from the can
mons mouth.
"They talked of their parents, of their
own Forthcoming marriage, of affairs at
home, of some property trouble where
in missing papers played an important
part, which meant heavy loss to them,
and of the thousand and one nothings,
all something's to young lovers, which
interest those whose hearts have been
touched by Cupid with the true gift of
seeing. A million things deemed inn
portant by time hardened worldlings,
are less so than the gossamer filaments
and trifies which love turns to threads
and ingots of gold. They bring ex-
quisite happiness to young hearts, and
happiness is not a trifle.
Suddenly Inez, that was her name,
uttered little exclamation and point
ed TO my muZzle. There, framed in
roses, sat u small red squirrel intently
regarding the invaders. Herquick mo-
ton startled him, and with brisk
chirp he whsked out of sight, taking
IT fuge in the department of the in
terror. The young girl polkcd into the
aperture with birch wand she had
cut further in the wood, and there was
great commotion within. A whole
family of squirrels, some of them ju-
yeniles, dashed out heller SHELTER,
frightening the pretty damsel into n
leap and scream, followed promptly
by pleased laughter from the young
people.
Her lover poked farther with the
rod, and little by little drew out Il nest.
1t was made mostly of leaves, but here
and there were blades of grass. floss of
the miliweed, scraps of paper, and
among the latter one of considerable
size which the young folks eagerly
opened and read. Strange and mystic
rious are the ways of Providence! 1t
was the missing memoranda needed to
establish the girls title to extensive
plantations, and brief messages from
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
Treasure in an old Ark.

A great deal is heard of hidden treas
ure, but very little is ever found. A
California man is one of the few lucky
ones. Last September an old fisher
man hermit was found in his ark,
in q steamer near San dose. The cor
oner held an inquest, and the ark was
sold at auction for $3.50. Not long aft
erward the purchaser blossomed out in
new clothes, and took a trip east. His
friends became inquisitive, and finally
the man confessed that he had found
hidden in the ark, in notes and coin,
more than $4,000. Now people recall
that the old fisherman once had $23, 900
in bank, and the man who thought he
was so lucky is being sued by the her
mit's relatives to recover the money.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
In Tents of Green.

In tents of green our heroes sleep,
Their slumbers undisturbed and deep;
The flag triumphant waves
Where comrades pass with solemn tread.
Sweet bloom Of May again to spread
Above our honored braves.
All silent there, in calm repose,
They reck not friends, they fear not foes:
Their grounded arms are mute;
No drums rebuilding beat they hear.
No stern command. no victor's cheer.
Or sentry's quick salute.
In faded blue or faded gray,
The truce of God Is theirs to-day,
So let them calmly rest:
Who won the field with sure renown,
A starry flag, floral crown,
Above each hero's breast.
Ruth Raymond, In N. Y. Ledger.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

the parents of both, written in
blood, bidding their loved ones
good-by and detailing the manner
of their death. had guarded their
secret well. Why should l not now
yield it gladly to those to whom it
rightfully belonged?
"Long they talked of their wonder
full find, of the goodness of God, of the
parents they both loved, and their SEN
timents were union sentiments of the
strongest kind, emphasized and
strengthened by the memory of the
great conflict in which their fathers
together died. Ere they walked away in
the twilight they had planned to buy
NE, and transfer me to their native
town, not far away, and the fair maid
actually Rugged and kissed me as she
babe me temporary farewell. There
were pearly drops of moisture on me
and the roses which covered my rough
ness, as she turned away, that were not
distilled from dew or sprinkled by the
long familiar rains. In old-fashioned
times Cupid accomplished his best sur
prises with bow md arrow, but now, II
you please, he can use cannon, old,
rusty, rheumatic and broken, just as
well. i may be an old bore, but l can
do as useful things as many people who
look more gracious and less grim. Never
Judge an old veterans heart by his
rusty exterior and time-worn marks
of wind, weather or war. Rough oys-
fer shells hide more pearls than the
smoothest shells glistening on tropic
beaches do.
"well, they secured n permit from
Uncle Sam to remove me, and here
am, the observed of all observers, a
properly certified relic of the war.
like II, too, though i sometimes sigh
modify for the sheltered ravine and its
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
mems souls and burned out the dross In
the crucibles of affliction.

mems souls and burned out the dross iu
the crucibles of afiiiction.
"fou think my language rather
choice for grizzled warrior acc ustomed
to camp and field? Well, 1 was West
Point graduate, if you please, and once
shone respondent among the ordnance
aristocrats of that eminent institution
of learning.
1t was at battle on the mountain,
near the sea, fighting bravely at close
quarters on a ridge overlooking a deep,
wooded ravine that was disabled
There was. opposed to us battery OF
heavier caliber, and, after our men were
nearly all down, dead or wounded. a
heavy ball struck me directly in the
muzzle. broke this jagged piece from my
side, dismounted me and hurled me
headlong into the ravine. 1t was n
dizzy somersault, and was made use
less by many wounds, so was permit
ted to lie there. The battle went on
above, branches flew in the air. trees
were cut in two. and into that ravine
crept scores of brave men for shelter.
some to recover later, but more to die.
What do the nattily-dressed pleasure
seekers, who promenade in this park
and gaze curiously at us veterans, re-
alize of such scenes as those describe
so imperfectly?
AT eve the battle lulled, and there
crept to me where lay, finally prop
ping themselves against me and against
each other, two badly wounded men.
one in blue and one in gray. Igathered
from their slow conversation that they
we're from the same village in Maryland.
schoolmates once, friends always. They
talked of other days, of the familiar
home scenes, of their wives and babes.
and then when the quiet stars came out
and the moon lighted the scene of car
mage they slept clasped closely in each
others arms. But il was the sleep that
knows no waking. For these men
peace had come, honorable peace. the
din and danger of battle past forever.
Very calm and tranquil seemed the
pallid faces in the moonlight, and on
each was imprinted the friendly smile
of the boyhood days of which they had
conversed ere they sank into perfect
and drcamless repose.
Next morning the detail of weary
men burying the dead bore them away
together, and gathered up letters and
photographs TO send home to the loved
ones they would meet and greet no
more.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
AN OLD STORY IN RHYME.


81 heard a great big lion In the brush.'
Sssd he; "along the river" = Freddy.
hushv'
Said his mamma; you talk at random.
dear.
Far there were never any lions here
"Oh, then 1t must have been a bear" said
Fred;
IN cross old bear-he might have killed me
dead"
why Freddy" said mamma, you talk
so wild;
child"
"A wildcat or coyote, then" said he:
But his mamma said no, 1t could not be.
you think" said Fred, that 1t was just
calf?
That's what you said-I wish you wouldn't
laugh.
Twas getting dark-I hadn't time to look.
But anyhow. know the bushes shook!"
Della Hart Stone. in N. Y. Independent.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

the past. IL WAS Il
glorious past, too. though red with
other things than the rust which gives
me my duh. swarthy hue. They have
spruced me up n little with paint that
might be in keeping with other park
accessories, but you may observe that
there is rust in my throat. while its
marks show roughly through the thin
coat of paint which but half conceals
the ravages of time. / may look grim,
but am not so savage as might at first
Impression appear.
When the war began was young
and handsome, not the battered veteran
ofthese later years. The gunners were
proudnof my trig and trim appearance,
land groomed me as carefully as il were
aprince out on parade. You should have
seen me as, with other guns of my cali
Der and class, started for the front in
response to the first call for volunteers
issued by Abraham Lincoln in 1851.
Polished until every piece of metal
about me shone, waited upon by brave
men in uniforms as striking as my own,
l attracted admiring attention from
multitudes all along the line. There
were six of us, all exactly alike, and we
spoke with one voice when called upon
TO respond to the ardor of those men
starting toward the front.
1T was not long before we were in the
rush and war of battle. Where we were
could be found the very craters of the
war volcanoes, Redeemed with our lurid
fires, enlivened by our bulldog bark,
REDEEMED sometimes with deeper Grim.
son than that of flame. We were sons
of thunder and hurled thunderbolts,
shooters of lightnings (which struckwith
deadly effect. Our threats were often
parched and our iron constitutions
racked and strained. but we obeyed
orders, and sullenly served Death
until told to desist. They were
brave men who handled us in
the very center of the carnivals OF
blood and fire, and ever above us floated
proudly our gallant comrade. the old
flag, often tattered and torn, singed
and ragged, but its stars shining ever as
stars of promise on their armament OF
good union blue. Not less courageous
were the men in gray who fought under
what is now the conquered banner.
Even our iron souls and hearts of steel
thrilled with honest admiration OF their
dauntless bravery. What pity that
such men must be swayed in deadly con-
nlct, one against the other. Thank God,
that is all past now, and the old flag,
wei, beloved north and south, floats In
love ard protection over all Columbia's
braves. If the men in gray were mis-
taken they atoned for their fault In
countless ways known only to brave
hearts who meet defeat. We love them
Tor their courage and devotion. hail
ITEM as brothers true for evermore,
But this is a DEPRESSION. Old cannon. like
other old warriors, become garrulous
when they recall the days which tried
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
A Terrible shock.

Great Editors Wife, regret to say,
sir, that my husband is sick, and cam
not see anyone.
Caller (sympathetically) : What
seems to be the matter?
81 don't know; he has not uttered
word since he came in; he has received
some terrible shock"
"Ah. l see. He probably ran across
some man who never heard Of his pa
perm. Y. Weekly.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
How MOTTO Roll Errs.

Miss Stella Evans. of Colorado Springs,
was boiling can of lard over n cook
stove and, picking up an egg, thought
she would boilit in the red-hot grease.
The egg no sooner touched the boil
ing lard than loud explosion occurred,
and the young lady was literally COW
cred with the flying lard.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

Years passed, time healed the scars
in the landscape war had made. Not
far away, on the height, national and
confederate cemeteries adjoining were
laid out and beautified. | still lay
where l fell, reddening with rust. but
! saw what was going on, and was often
inspected curiously by visitors to the
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
A New ConJugation.

wilkins-How do you conjugate the
verb move?
Harlem---I move, thou Inovest, he or
she moves; we swear, you swear, they
swear.--N. Y. Truth.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

past cypress and hemlock and yew,
A. rest from turmoil and commotion,
are sleeping the campers in blue.
No dreams of the lannon's death rattle.
M visions of charge and foray,
Although where they stood In the battle
Not a few are still camping to-day:
m an arrow of sunlight discloses
The camps of the gallant and true.
And shines on the chaplets of roses
THAT cover the campers in blue.
pv thousands they sleep in their glory
Meath the beautiful flag of the free,
And rctold and rehearsed is their story
BY millions from sea unto sea;
Ave. above them the robin Is calling
Her mate DER the glittering dew,
And the treasures of nature are falling
Everywhere in the camps OF the blue.
They sleep side by side in the meadows,
They are comrades still under the pines.
From the sunshine deep into the shadows
Stretch Glory's magnificent lines;
From Arlingtons cedars of beauty
10 the fair lands of orange and yew,
Resting ever from well-performed duty.
Lie the thrice laureled campers in blue.
AT the fringe of the foc-haunted thicket,
Where the challenge Is heard nevermore.
Shine the stars upon vidette and picket.
The nights of their long vigils DER;
And the drums for them no longer rattle
And silent Is evens tattoo,
No more sounds the onset TO battle
For the rose-covered heroes in blue
Love fashions the wreath for their bosoms
In the heart of the southland to-day,
And the fields of the north give their BIOS
SONS
Alike for the blue and the gray:
Il is DER the flow OF wars river,
For all TO one banner are true
And peace will reign sweetly and ever
In the multiplied camps OF the blue.
Let them sleep by the musical river.
Let them rest In the shadow OF tree,
Their fame is our heritage ever
Meath the star-sprinkled flag Of the free
So long as devotion's sweet story
Thrills hearts that are lofty and true.
So long will our banner in glory
Wave over the camps of the blue.
T. c. HARBAUGH.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29

Sister-There you have candy all over
your new suitl What will mamma sayf
Little Brother-Well, mamma WON'T
let me have any fun In these clothes
till I get 'em spoiled.-0olden Days
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
In Chicago.

Ella-Fred says that IL he had tho
world he would gladly lay II at my feet
Stella-What would happen IL yot
moved your feetf-Philadelpbia Press
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-05-29
1olDI BY Thy
BATTE:REDGNNoN
4, y: faIk5hXM, 49,.

AM only n rusty
n n d dilapidated
old cannon, n relic
of the war, placed
on this lawn TO re-
call 10 this genera
ton the deeds of
the past. 1t was Il.
Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1897-08-20
Fire Engine Signals.

The experimental use of signals by
the Berlin fire department for its ap-
paratus while on the way to fire has
been found to work SO well that the
system has now been definitely accept.
ed. 1t consists in the use OF an appara.
tus looking much like small sema.
phore. now in use on the railroads.
The appliance is rugged w OIL the
drivers seat. and is visible for quite a
distance. When the vehicle Is to go
straight out the arm of the semaphore
is placed straight up; If to go to the
right or left into another street, the
arm of the semaphore is inclined in
that direction. AS the signals are al
ways set for the next corner, drivers
of other vehicles know at once what
they have to do in order to get out of
the road of the fire engine or other
apparatus.-Philadel Record.