The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1898-04-01

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It matters little how long stay y
In q world OF sorrow, SIN and care;
Whether In youth am called away,
Or live till my bones and pate are bare; =
But whether do the best can
TO soften TIL. weight OF adversity's touch
On the faded cheek OF my fellow-man,
1t matters much!
1t matters little where be my grave,
Or on the land or on the sea,
BY purllng brook or meath stormy wave,
1t matters little or naught to me;
But whether the angel OF death comes down
And marks my brow with his loving touch,
How Hunger Feels.
wonder If a single one of my readers
really knows what hunger is. Henson
and myself were worn to the bone with
scant rations and hard work, and that
hard work had left the little covering on
our bones in the shape of lean, tense
muscles and wires of sinew. The supper
from the hare that meal of fresh, hot,
luscious meat, the first adequate meal in
nearly 600 miles of daily .snowshoeing,
fang that during the previous weeks had
been gradually dulled into insensibility.
1t had been the taste of freshly spilled
blood to the long-tamed tiger; and now
the big black animals before us we're not
game, but meat, and every nerve and
fiber of my gaunt body was vibrating
with savage lust for that meat-meat
which the teeth could sink and tear and
rend, meat that would not blister lips and
tongue with it's frost, nor ring like rock
against the teeth. Painting and culver
ing with excitement, we lay for few
moments. We could not risk shot at
that distance.
"Do you think they will come for us?'
said Matt.
''God knows! hope so, boy; for then
we are sure of some of them. Are You
ready"
Eyes, SIR
"Come on, then"
One Of us one side of the big boulder,
the other the other, and we dashed across
the rocks and snow straight toward
them. There was a snort and stamp
from the big bull guarding the herd, and
his feet, and, thank God, facing us; the
next they were in close line with low
cred heads and horns. | could have
yelled for joy if l had had the breath to
spare. Every one of us has read some
of the thrilling stories of travellers in the
Russian forests, chased by hungry
wrought up to the highest pitch of sym
pathy for the poor fellows in their eff
forts to escape. But did any of us ever
stop to think how those other poor fell
lows, the wolves, felt with their empty
stomachs? / know now what their feel
ings are, and my sympathies are with
the wolves. l was a wolf myself at that
| moment.
We were within less than fifty yards
of the herd, when the big bull. with a
quick motion, lowered his horns still
more. Instinct. Providence. call it what
you will, told me it was the signal for
the herd to charge. Without slackening
| my pace l pulled my Winchester to my
shoulder and sent a bullet at the back
| of his neck over the white, impervious
soul, and brain, and eyes went with that
singing bullet. l felt that I was strong
| enough, and hungry enough, and wolf
| enough, that, had the bull been alone,
l could have sprung upon him barehand-
cd and torn the lifeblood from his throat
But against the entire herd we would
have been powcrless; once the black ava
anche had gained momentum we would
have been crushed by it like the crunch
| ing snow crystals under our feet. A
COW half turned, and, as MATHS rife
cracked, fell with a bullet back of her
fore shoulder. Without raising my rifle
above my hips, another one dropped.
Then another for Matt; then the herd
broke, and we hurried in suit.-Lieut
Peary in Windsor Magazine.
| Story About Lincoln.
Out of. the vast store Of experience
| which has come to Representative Grow
i'll his long public life there can always
| he drafted bit of interesting history
| For instance, it may not be generally
| known that President Lincoln always
carried his memorandum papers in his
| hat.
The other day Mr.. Grow related a
story about Lincoln to Washington
| Post writer, which illustrates two phases
of the martyr Presidents character. Mr..
| Grow, the speaker of the House, had
gone to the President to ask the appoint
ment of a friend as judge in one of the
territories. The President made note
Of the request. A few days later, when
about the judgeship, but upon another
| apologize "Mr Speaker" said he, Il
meant to appoint your friend to that
Judgeship but a woman came in here
with nine small children and one at the
breast. and pleaded the bread act and
Dreaded me out Of it,
ferred," said Mr.. Grow, "had been
driven from their home in the South be-
cause of their Union sentiments, and this
incident Illustrates the kindly character
of Lincoln's heart While we were
talking. however, Mr. Lincoln said that
he would still attend to my matter, and
started to put down my friends name.
He went to his hat, which was filed
with papers, and after remarking that he
had queer way of doing things, be-
gan fumbling until he found a blank
sheet. told the President that if his
hat should blow off lot of state Sc
crets would be scattered. but he only
smiled, wrote down the name, and said
that he now knew where to find it when
! the time to consider the matter came
around