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The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1902-12-24
DIED.

WELCH.-At the family home, No.
877 Chemeketa street, in the city
of Salem, Oregon. at $3.50 o'clock,
on the morning Of December "a,
1902. Raymond J. Welch, the infant
son of MIR. and Mrs. John r. Welch
OF lung fever
The little sufferer was i'll but three
days, and the dread disease resisted
the best efforts of the devoted physi-
clan and Of the stricken family. The
AFFLICTED father and mother have the
sincere sympathy of large circle OF
friends in this city and county
The funeral will take place from
the home at 10 O'clock tomorrow
Thursday. morning, All friends Of the
family are invited to be present.
WALKER-At the state insane asy
lum. Tuesday, December, 2S, 1902
Martha Jane Walker. aged az years
The deceased was received at th'
asylum week ago, from Bentol
county. The remains We're sent 4
PhilOmath for burial. and were aC
companied by Mrs. Jordan Purvine
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Vanderbilt Is Better.
New York, Dec. 24.-Cornelius Van
derbilt is reported as improving this
morning
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Boy Goods

hosiery and underwear suspen'sIs s
ovehs gloves collar and cuff butens rueoer 'S
dress shirts
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Goods

Ansor wool Jackets bootses ,o,sq
gloves ribbons ehlIdrens handkerchief
and underwear Lsssns combs and fancy ls"sry
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selecting Brown, Green, White and

selecting Brown, Green, White and
Jet.
Bankhead in Alabama should co,.
bine with Money of Mississippi, IT.
Ter of Colorado, Watcher of Marvlons
All members of Congress are not
the same stature, as there was q IL
tie from Arkansas, Small of NortI
Carolina, as well as Long from Kan.
sas and Loud from California.
Warner of Illinois, could inform H.
people of an approaching Storm from
New York, Hale from Maine, or +bo
Flood from Virginia.
In case there should be Quarles n
Congress with need of artillery, mi.
nois could furnish the Cannon wbiIo
Delaware and Texas could supply the
Balls.
Should the Fowler of New Jersav
be unsuccessful in his pursuit h.
might chase the Fox of MississiDpi II
the Hedge Of Iowaeor the Hill of Con.
necticut.
There will be Joy in Missouri, when
the Bishop of Michigan will enter.
tain the Prince of Illinois. While this
State presents the two Kitchins, Cali.
fornia rings the Bell, and Missouri
and Pennsylvania kindly send the But.
lers, New York and New Jersey the
Stewards, who inform the guests that
they can present them with Frye from
Maine or Bacon from Georgia.
AS time rolls on, men become older.
but the State of Pennsylvania sent one
man to Congress, who will always re.
main Young-when the other mem
bers are old.
The same State can boast of having
been represented by a most righteous
man, who in all work will be Wright
if all others r wrong.
". A. LEACH.
Montgomery Co.. N. G.
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ROADsIDEs IN JULY

Following the old pasture road away
from the dust of the highways, little
side excursions may result in any
number of finds of wild flowers, says
Country Life in America. There are
the pearly everlasting and its close
cousin, the clammy everlasting, the
bright yellow tansy escaped from
some garden, the wild t~easel, the COM
mon bright-hued pink knotweed or
p~ersicaria, the burr or spear thistle
and it's two near relatives, the Canada
and pasture or fragrant thistles, the
acrid Indian or wild tobacco, the sem
sitive pea, the common burdock, the
chicory which so often passes muster
in your morning cup, and the whorled
or green-fowered milkweed. Where
the ground is a bit rocky look for the
stiff or savory-leared aster and the
upland white aster. Dry open spots
are already frightened by two golden
rods, the sweet and the low-growing
gray or field goldenrod. The wild or
American SIENNA brightens rich, moist
spots, and perchance it has as near
neighbOrs the Virginia ground cherry
and that floral vagabond the beggar-
tick. In sandy fields look for the
bastard pennyroyal and the false pen
nyroyal, the latter dwelling near
streams. The elecampane or horse
heal blooms along fences and the
muskmallow by the roadside. That
brilliant pest of the grain fields, the
corn cookie is in bloom, while in the
dusk of eventide the fragrant night
Towering catchhy is to be found in
waste places.
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The Home Circle.

Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyrs grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nations flag to save.
By rivers of their fathers gore
His frst-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would
pour
Their lives for glory, too.
Full many a norther's breath has swept
Der Angostura's plain
And long the plying sky has swept
Above its mouldered slain.
The ravens scream or eagles fight,
Or shepherds pensive lay
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned DER hat dread fray.
Sons of the dark and bloody ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues re-
sound
Along the needless air,
Your own proud lands heroic soil
Shall be your filter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil
The ashes of her brave.
Thus meath their parent turf they
rest,
Far from the CORY field,
Borne to a Spartan mothers breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The hero's sepulchre.
Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footsteps here shall tread
The heritage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her record keeps,
Or honor paints the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrePs voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanished age hath flown
The story how We fell.
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winters
blight,
Nor times remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
Theodore O'Hara.
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GOT RID OF his ROOM MATE,

The following story is told by a De
troit Free Press reporter about a man
we will call Jones, who is now one of
DetrOit's wealthiest and most promi-
nent citizens:
Jones arrived at a country hotel
late night, tired, hungry and
sleepy. After the larder had been
raided Jones asked for a bed and was
informed that his only chance was to
bunk with a man who had already re-
tired. Jones did not demur, though
he promptly made up his mind to have
a bed to himself. He carried a can
die to his room, put it on a window
sill, and when assured that the occu-
pant of the bed was awake, watching
him, prepared to retire. As a final
act in this preparation he went to his
~Valise, took out a pair of savage-look-
ing spurs and began to strap them on
his feet and ankles.
"Say, stranger" came from the bed,
"what in creation are you doin', put
tim them p'inted spurs on yer heels? 9"
always wear them at night. Can't
possibly sleep without them Habit I
suppose"
Jones is a big man, and after the
other had looked him over he crawIed
out and began to dress.
Getting up?" asked Jones.
"Yep. Never sleep after midnight"
Then when he was in the doorway and
felt safe he said: "You doggone var
mint, all I hope is that you'll have the
worst nightmare ever was let loose.
Thatu give you something to try them
there murderin' spurs of yourn on"
But Jones kicked off his spurs and
slept a sleep that was precisely as deep
as the sleep of innocence.
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MANIFEST DESTINY.

Manifess destinv IL the science ov
going tew bust, vr emmy other place
before yu git thare. I may be rong
in this continent, but that IL the way
it strikes me. The tru way that mani
TESS destiny had better be sot down IL,
the exact distance that a frog kan
jump down hill with a striped snake
after him. I don't kno but i may be
rong onst more; but, if the frog don't
git ketched, the destiny IL just what ne
IL looking for.
When a man falls into the bottom
ov a well, and makes up hiz minde
tew stay thare, that amt manifess
destiny emmy more than having yure
hair cut short IL; but, if he almost
gifts out, and then falls down in agin
sixteen foot deeper, and brakes off his
neck twice IN the same phase, and dies
and IL buried thare at low water, that
IL manifess destiny on the square.
Mi dear reader, don't beleave in
manifess destiny until you see it..
Ihare IL such a thing as manifess
destiny; but, when it occurs, it IL Ike
the number ov rings on the rakoon's
tahe,-ov no great consequence onla
Tor ornament. Man WANT made for
a machine; If he waz, it waz a locomo-
TIN machine. and manifess destiny
must git oph from the trak when the
bel rings, or git knocked higher than
the price ov gold. Manifess destiny
IL a ~disseaze, but it IL easy tew heal;
I a seen it in its worst stages cured
Dy saving a cord Ov dri hickory wood.
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around me, and even the mocking-bird
seemed to have hushed his capricious
song, to enjoy the intense feeling of
the moment. To the westward of the
island, the waters of the Albemarle
crept sluggishly along; and in the
winding current of the swash several
vessels stood, with outspread but mo-
t~ionless wings. Away down to the
south, the Pamlico spread itself out,
like an ocean of molten gold, gleam-
ing along the banks of the Chikama-
comico and Hatteras; and, contrasted
with this, were the dark waters which
separate Roanoke from the sea-beach,
and which were now shaded from the
tints of the sunset by the whole entent
of the island.
A sea of glory streamed along the
narrow ridge-dividing the island wa
tiers from the ocean; and beyond this
the boundless Atlantic heaved her
chafed bosom of sapphire and of gold
against the base of yon stormy cape,
1 enjoyed and lived in that sunset and
twilight hour. I thought of the glo-
rious destiny of the land on which I
trod-as glorious as the waters and
the earth then around me. / thought
of the genius and the death of Ra-
leigh-of the heroic ~devotedness of
Grenville-of the gallantry of Caven-
dish and Drake-of the learning of
Hariot-of the nobleness of Manteo,
the Lord of Roanoke-of the adventu-
rous expedition of Sir Ralph Lane up
the river Moratook-of the savage
array of the bloodthirsty Wingina-
of the melancholy fate of the last of
the Raleigh colonies-and 1 then
thought of those exquisite lines of
Byron, ,
'"Shrine of the mighty, can it be
That this is all remains of thee?"
From "The Picturesque History of
North Carolina" by Joseph Seawell
Jones.
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HISTORIC ROANOKE ISLAND.

as he warbled out his most exquisite
song. 1t may be, however, that Roam
oke is the very spot where, In the imi-
tation of the Eastern queen of song,
the hooking bird fell in love with the
rose.
There are stately pine forests ex-
tending along the centre of the is
land; but the most beautiful of its
trees are what are commonly called
dogwood, the laurel, and a delicate
species of the white oak. I have seen
a forest composed of these trees, the
branches and limbs of which were lit
orally intertwisted and knitted togeth-
er by the embraces of the Roanoke
vine, which here, in its native garden,
grows with extraordinary exuberance.
Within the deep shades of these re-
Ginning vintages, the spirit of solitude
at times reigns in u~ndisturbed males
ty. At midday, when the heat of the
summers sun is too glowing for ex-
e%rtion, there is not the chirp of a bird
to break the solemnity of the spot. The
long and slender vine snake, which at
other hours is seen industriously
threading his way through the mazes
of the vintage, has now suspended
himself on a twig, and hangs as idle
and as still as a black silk cord. IF
you hear the tread of footsteps, it is
not of man, but the stealthy retreat
of an unsuspecting fawn, which has
slept too long, and which now, like a
woodland nymph, HES away on the ap-
prOaCh of man. But in the morning
and in the evening this scene Of quiet
and of repose is all changed. 1t is
then the granary of the island, and
the birds have all assembled and are
warbling in bacchanal confusion their
morning or evening hymn. The seen
cry of Roanoke is neither gralIl nor
sublime. There are no Alpine sum
mits to mingle with clouds, but a Sc
ries of gentle u%ndulations, and n few
abrupt hills, in the valleys of which
the richly dressed scenery 7 have de-
scribed may be found. IF it should
ever be the lot of the reader to stroll
under the vintage shades Of Roanoke
made impervious to the rays of the
sun by the rich foliage and clustering
grapes above him-he will not venture
to discredit the highly wrought
sketches of Hariot, nor mock the
humber enthusiasm of the volume
now before him. I remember once to
have stood upon the loftiest eminence
of the island, and to have watched the
progress of a sunset. 1t was on a
summers eve which had been made
peculiarly clear by a violent thunder
squat the preceding night, and not a
film of a cloud or a vapor was to be
seen about the horizon or in the blue
vault of heaven. There was not a
breath of air to stir the slender leaf
of the few lofty pines that struggled
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Our Social Chat.
. EDITED By AUNT JENNIE, RALEIGH, N. c. .

AS CONTRIBUTORS to this department of
The Progressive Farmer, we have some OF the
most Wide-aWake and progressive young ladies
and young men and sOmeO of the most entertain
ing writers among the older people of this and
other States, the ages of the members ranging
from sixteen to more thOn sixty.
YOU ARE REQUESTED to join by sending
us a letter on some subject of general interest,
and writing thereafter as often as possible.
WHEN WRITING, give full! name and post
office address for Aunt Jenn1e's information.
If YOU do not wish your real name to appear
in print, give name by which you wish to be
known as q Chatterer.
WEEKS OR MORE must, as q rule,
elapse between the time a letter is written and
the date of it's publication.
ADDRESS all letters to Aunt Jennie, care OF
The Progressive Farmer. Raleigh. n. c.
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CURIOUS NAMES OF CONGRESSMAN.

Dear Aunt Jennie: The recent
North Carolina counties puzzle has
reminded me of the curious names
of the Senators and Representatives
composing the Fifty-Seventh Con-
gress.
There is the Mason, of Illinois, for
instance. If he wishes to work, he
can find Brick in Missouri. AS for
mortar, it can be obtained by select
ing the Clay of Georgia, or Mudd of
Maryland. But if the Mason men
toned belongs to the Order of AZ. &
A. NJ, he can meet with the Lodge of
Massachusetts or Hall of Pennsylvania.
The many Smiths have with them
the Steele from Maryland.
There was a Holiday in Congress.
Supposing Hooker of Mississippi,
wanted to fish for Salmon in New Jer-
sey, Bates can be had from Pennsyl-
vania Or Tennessee.
Sheppard of Texas can have charge
of the lamb from Virginia. Cowherd
of Missouri, Hay of Virginia, and
Bull of Rhode Island.
Painter can make choice of colors
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OLD TIMES IN THE SOUTH.


Dear Aunt Jennie:-
Backward, turn backward, O Time,
in thy fight,
Make me a child again, just for
tonight"
Oh, how those dear old words carry
me back to the Sunny, sunny hours
of childhood" that so soon passed
away, and found me suddenly emery
ing from a schoolboy's happy moments
into those of a soldier boys cheerful
ness. All! what rapture in the thought
of being a Confederate Veteran and
how proud was I to be a wearer of the
gray, the beautiful gray. But alas!
those halcyon days of yore-departed,
never to return.
But hold, I am DEPRESSING. [ wanted
to tell the readers of "Our Social
Chat" about a faithful slave in the
shines that tried mems SOULS" and it
is necessary that I should enter the
ante-bellum period enough to state
that my parents died away back in the
ffties, and they we're slave owners,
who "were giants in those days" In
making the division of slaves among
us children, Exum, a low, ginger-cake
mulatto of rather a Scotch-Irish %
descent fell to my lot, with Others,
and it is of him I wish to speak.
Being a minor, I had Exum to hire,
as twas customary then to hire out
slaves at auction every first day Of
January, at the courthouse, and
Sheriff Coor would exclaim ooh yes,
oh yes, run here everybody, and hire
these niggers that amt to work on
railroads, steamboats, or nowhere
else"
Exum was an experienced cook, and
on the march could not be loaded too
heavily with rations, utensils and my
knapsack which we're always entrusted
to his care, and no doubt Manager
Denmark (who was "drum-major")
remembers how he looked.
When in camp he would not leave to
go foraging without the proverbiaI
"~nass," showing he had my permits
sion.
In battle he was ever present ready
to administer to my wants, and at the
Bentonville fight on March 10, 30, and
21st, 1855, he was near by. Once a
Yankee sharpshooter's ball centered a
small tree in close proximity to my
head, Exum holloed as he fell down
behind the breastworks, "Hold them
guns pretty well up over there! Boss,
is you hurtw But we came out with
out a scratch.
After the battle our army (JOhn-
son's) came back to Smithfeld, and
[ sent Exum to my home near Colds
boro twice, to see what the Yankees
had done there; and my dear sister
sent me her last chicken by him.
One night the other two colored
cooks begged Exum to desert me and
go with them to Goldsboro, and be
free, but he would not do it, and next
morning those two, and my knap-sack
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I have never wandered oVer the is
land of Roanoke without a feeling of
melancholy, as intense as that of By
ron whilst contemplating the fallen
greatness of Greece. The days of hcr
glory are over, and gone with thJse
beyond the food; but still she is to
me an island of the heart, for her
shores are the graves of the war-like
and the wise. The native Indian bulls
his Machicomack on her hills; and
there, too, stood the city of Raleigh,
the birthplace of the Anglo-Ameri-
can; and thus was Roanoke known
long before the beach of jamestown
was settled or the rock of Plymouth
consecrated. She is the classic land
of all English America, and will live
in the future story of our republic rs
the mother-earth of American liberty.
The illustrious names of Raleigh, of
Cavendish, of Granville and of Drake
the heroes of the reign of Elizabeth
are a part and portion of her his
tory. Hariot, the mathematician and
philosopher of the age, for the space
of a whole year studied it's natural re-
sources and Indian history; and nearly
two hundred and fifty years since gave
to the world a book unequalled for the
accuracy and the interest of its de-
tails. 1t would seem, indeed, as if
the chivalry and learning of that age
had contributed this splendid repre-
s~entation, to give a dazzling brilliancy
to the early history of that State on
whose shores the flag of England was
first unfurled, and In whose valleys,
and oYer whose hills, the mountain
goddess Liberty first shouted the cry
of American independence. Bear wit
ness, Mecklenburg, on the goth of
May, 1775.
But it is not historic association
alone which makes sacred the shores
and the Vine-clad forests of Roanoke.
Nature seems to have exerted herself
to adorn it as the Eden of the New
World. The richest garniture of flow
ers, the sweetest minstrelsy of birds,
are there. In t~raversing the northern
section of the island, in the spring
time of the year, flowers and sweet
scented herbs, in the widest Iuxu-
rance, are strewn along your winding
way, welcoming you with their fra
GRANGE to their cherished isle. The
wild rose bush, which at times springs
up into nurseries of n hundred
yards In extent, "bloom blushing" to
the song of the thousand birds that
are basking in her bowers. The mock
ing-bird, too, whatever ~ornithologists
may say of its chimney habits
makes this his favorite haunt; and
myself have seen him pillowed on the
highest cluster of roses, and swing.
ing with his weight to the slender tree
mTbjs "a No 81 If M sar1as ~ 49, uy.-,a,
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THE B1voUAC OF THE DEAD.*

The mufHed drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tattoo;
No MORE on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On flames eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round,
The biVouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foes advance,
Now sweIls upon the wind;
No troubled thoughts at midnight
haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warriors dream alarms;
No braying horn nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with
rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their naughty banner, trailed in dat,
Is now their martial shroud,
And pIenteous funeral tears have
washed
The red stains from each brow.
And the proud forms,by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast;
The charge, the dreadful cannonade.
The din and shout, are passed;
Nor wars wild note nor gloTys peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break DER the field beneath,
Knew well the watchword of that day
Was "victory or death"
Long had the doubtful conflict ragged
Der all the stricken plain,
For never fercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the CORY tide;
Not long our stout old chieftain knew
Such odds his strength could bide.