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ARE YOU GOING SOUTH?
liso. for health. pleasure and comfort go
30 iney Weous Inn. Sc uthern Pines. N. C
”was desiring to escape the rigors of the
Limate North will find a mild. dry climate
at Southern Pint-s. . C.. in the heart of the
long leafed pine section of America.
The elevation is 600 feet above sea level. the
highest point in the turpentine belt. delight-
ful climate. with all the advantages of resorts
further south and free from many disadvan'
trees: it is the place the tourist and health
seeker will appreCiate.
It has the most perfect drainage. being a
- huge sand bank. and is situated in _the heart
of the long leaf pine. It is within the in-
fiuence of the gulf stream. to ,which it. owes
much of the mildness of the climate.
Piney Woods Inn. an elegant new hotel. is
now open. The house accommodates 200
guests. has all modern conveniences. sani-
tary plumb ng. electric lights. call bells.
.wide verandas. sun parlors. steam heat. etc.
in fact Piuey Woods 1:1,: has been fitted up
that guests may enjoy inc comforts of every
day life at home at moderate rates.
Plney Woods Inn is reached by the Sean
board Air Line. For terms. etc. address.
CHARLES ST. JOHN.
(Mammal.
Southern Pines. N. C.
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NCUBPORATED SEPT. 1'. 1876.
5100.000
nun M. HOLMES. President.
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WILLIAM A. CURTIS. Cashier
DIRECTORS :
Olson M. HOLMES. H. E. DANN,
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44 Wall Street, Norwalk, Conn.
INCORPORATED. 1824. Capital. 2:00.000
EDWIN 0. KEELEB President.
DAVID E. MILLER. Vice-President.
‘ L. C. GREEN. Cashier
DIRECTORS .
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DAVID E. MILLER, A. J. MEEKEB,
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PREBLE-S FAKE BEAR HUNT. l very likely run you down and trample
Got Up as a. Joke on Greenhorn
Hunter Gillson.
It YieldedUnexpected’ Fun to Such an
Extent That Dave Ramsy Had to Go .
' Out Into the Open Country
to Laugh.
For more than five years not a. bear
nor 4a Sign of a bear had ,been seen in
the vicinity of Rose Lake, Pa... and con-
sequently the killing of a. big one near
there one day made a great surprise
in that corner of the hemlock belt.
There were also circumstances con-
nected with the killing of the bear that
made it still more notable.
Doc Preblc lives at Rose Lake. He is
a ZOO-pounder, good—natured, and cs-
pecially fond of a practical joke. Some
weeks ago a party of sportsmen came
to Rose Lake to spend a few days after
partridge. and other small game, which
is abundant thereabouts. Among them
was a slim young man from Pittsburgh,
named Gill son. Young Gillson was en-
tirely unsophisticated as a hunter, and
was probably the greenest individual
about backwoods things ever seen in
that locality. He soon became game
for mischievous natives who filled him
full of hair-raising bear and wildcat
stories and other tales of life in the
woods t-hereabouts. Gillson accepted
everything he heard in good faith, and
oecame fired with a desiie to kill a
bear. Having been told that he was
liable at any moment to come face to
face with a. bear or a catamount, Gill-
son followed the advice of Doc Preble,
and every time he went into the woods
he strapped a hunting ax at. his side,
carried a big.) knife, and kept one bar-
rel of his gun heavily charged with
buckshot. The rest of the hunting
party themselves enjoyed the fun the
natives were having with Gillson, and
did not interfere.
Soon aftei there was a fall of snow
in that locality, and Doc Preble con-
ceived the idea. of getting up a bear
hunt for young Gillson's benefit. Put-
ting on his rubber boots he made tracks
in the new snow from one big laurel
patch to another one a mile up the
mountain and from that one to a third
one nearly two miles away, on the edge
of Billct’s hollow. Thci e be struck the
old bark road and returned home by
it. Toward evening he went to Barnes’
boarding house, where the hunters were
stopping, ano remarked in a nonchalant
way that from the tracks he had seen
in the snow up along Lye’s mountain
that afternoon. the biggest bear that
ever had wintered in that district had
come in and coiled himself up in some
laurel patch over that way. '
“It wouldn't be much trouble to rout
him out, I guess,” said Doc, “if‘any-
one cared to go out and risk it.”
Gillson was; all excitement at once,
and declaned that he would go, for one,
The rest of the party, suspecting there
was a joke in it, said he might go if he
wanted to, out that they hadn’t come
out there to be clawed and chawed
and mussed up by bears, and would
stay at home. So Doc Prcble told Gill—
son that he would go with him, and
Dave Ramsey, Bar'iies’ boss chopper,
and an old hour hunter, said he would
go. too. Dor- having: confided the secret
of the bear tracks to him.
The tires started out early the next
morning. (l'ilson with both barrels of
his gun loadcd with bucksliot, and his
ax and big knife ready at his hand.
'thrashing machine.
I’reble and Iluiiisy cach carried double-
bittcd chopping axes and a rifle, and'
' revolvers in their belts.
“We’ll find him a tough ci:stomer,"=
said Doc I’rcble to Gillson. “His foot-
print measures nearly 14 inches. and;
the biggest bear 1 ever heard of around
here before made a iracl; only eight?
inches long. There’s liable to be some 2
blood spilt before night, and it. won’t .
all be bear’s blood, either.”
Gillson was inclined to weaken when ;
he saw the tracks, in the snow, andi
asked Preble why they couldn’t trap
the bear finst and then kill him, butl
Preblc and liamsy laughed at him, and
told him they didn’t bag their bears in
that way. So the unsophisticated hunt-
er braced u p and went on.
“I had laid out to have a heap of fun
that day,” s and Doc Prehle, telling about
it afterward, "according to the pro-
gramme I had made. This was 1.0 tramp
Gillson up and d'rwn'thosc hills and
among the 1:.urels for four or five miles,
trailing the alleged bear, and all the
time loading him n ith the danger there
was in the rush of z- ferocious hear from
a laurel patch to anyone who might
stand in his way; then for Ramsy.
when we. came to the laurel patch
where we had agreed that the bear
had stopped. to go into the swamp and
rout him up. ma”. 'ng a tremendous hub-
bub, and howling? and snorting and yell-
ing, as if thé hour was worked up to the
wildest pitch of fury over being dis-
turbed, and was going out of that
swamp with a rush to carry trouble to
the first one he came to. Gillson hav-
ing just been postcd at a. point on the
edge of the patch and assured that the
bear would certainly come out there,
so he could shoot it; and then to see
Gillson break for the nearest tree and
get into it at the first sound of the dis-
turbance in the laurels.
“Evei ything worked first-rate. When
we got to the last laurel patch I was
puffing and blowing like a tired horse,
and was about as near bushed as any-
one could be, but I. thought of the fun
I was having, and the more I was going
to have, and said nothing, but just went
off to one side and shook my sides.
“ ‘He’s in here sure, and if there ain’t
breakers ahead, I can’t read bear signs,’
said Dave Ramsy. '
“I unbuckled my revolvers and laid
“em on the snow, dropped my ax and
stood my gun against a tree. _I took
Gillson over to one end of the patch
and stood him there. - A
‘f ‘Wlien the bear comes pitching out,’
I said, as if it was a. foregone conclu-
sion that the bear was coming out
right there and nowhere else, ‘don’t fire
until you see the whites of his eyes.
He’ll come like a. steam engine, and
all over you and claw you some the
first time, but_that's part of the hunt.
I've known some folks to make a break
for the nearest tree and shin up it
when they saw the boar. making- his
rush, but that spoils a. man for being
a bear hunter. lemeinber," I says,
‘and don’t shoot until you can see the
whites of his eyes, and when he’s trainp- _
ling and clawing and chewing you,
then get in your little work with your
ax and your knife. Understand?’
“Gillson kind 0’ stuttered out that
he understood, and the sweat poured
out of him so, and he looked so much
as if he wished he was home, that I
felt sorry for him, but I went off into
a thicket and rolled in the snow for five
minutes, and stuffed my hat in my
mouth to keep from hollering right
out, and then went back to wait for
Dave to go in and stir up the bear. I
stood right where I could see Gillson
and a maple tree that stood not more
than 20 feet to one side of him.
“ ‘I’ll have to burst when he throws
his gun and goes fer that tree!’ I says.
‘And if he is too scared to climb it, I
know I shall die! ’
“Dave went into the patch to rout up
the bear. »
“ ‘Shake the laurels up lively,’ I says
to him, ‘and holler and howl like thun-
der!’
“I guess Dave had been in the swamp
three minutes or more before the dis-
turbance began. When the laurels be-
gan to snap and crack and
:ooked up at Gillson. He stood with
Lis feet braced and his teeth clinched,
and his gun ready. I hadn‘t any idea
iliat Dave could make such'a commo-
tion among such a stubborn growth
as laurcls, and when the growling and
snarling tuned up I just laid back and
wondered. Gillson stood to his post
l.kc a soldier. -
“ ‘Ain’t that darn fool going to cut
and run. after all ‘2’ says I.
“Just then the laurels shook and
snapped as if a cyclone was working
among them. There came from the
midst of the disturbance such a. combi-
nation of yells and howls and shorts
and growls that I’d taken fright my-
self and run if I hadn’t known that is
was only Dave. And Gillson stood still
and waited. Then I heard a. shot in the
swamp, and another yell, followed by
a startling creaking and swaying of
the laurels, the line of that commotion
leading straight toward me.
“ ‘Gillsmi.’ I hollcrcd, ‘lie’s aterror!’
“I don’t know what Gillson replied,
for the next second out of that laurel
patch, not. 1’0 feet from me, crashed a
bear so big. and with such fury in his
eyes, that it’s a wonder I. didn’t drop
in my tracks. I didn’t have time to
think. The. hear was coming head-on
for me, with his jaws snapping like a
I turned and I
saw the maple-tree that I had in my
mind reserved for Gillson and my fun.
I flew for it. I don‘t know how many
feet I covered at a jump. but, although
I knew the bear wasn‘t many jumps
behind me, I had time to think:
“Lord! If Gillson goes for that tree
now he’ll lead me off, and I’m agonerl”
“For fen r he would. I hollered to him
in my desperation:
“ ‘There's a tree just below you, you-
der! Cut for that one!’
“But he didn’t. He started for the
maple. I put on more steam and got
there first. I grabbed the tree, I re-
member hearing two shots. The next
I remember was that I was sitting in
the snow, with my arms and legs clasp-
ing the trunk of the maple tree. That
was as far as I had climbed. I looked
around. There stood Gillson, a little
pale, but with a grin on his face that
made me feel shecpish. Near by lay
the bear with the tOp of his head half
blown off. Gillson had put both of his
buckshot charges into it, with the gun
almost against it. Sitting on a log. a
few feet to the right, was Dave. What-
cloilics be had on him were hanging
from'him in Letters, and his face and
hands were streaked with blood.
“ Timur, ain’t it, Doc?’ says he. ‘It’s
30 f lllll‘. y that I’ve got to git in the open
country where I can find room to
laugh!’
“With that Dave got up and limped
away home, and he hasn’t spoken to
me since.
“ ‘The bear broke out in the wrong
place, didn’t he, Doc?’ says Gillson.
‘But it was deuced clever in you to run
him over here so I could get a shot at
him.’ ~
“I didn’t say a word, but got- up and
helped Gillson drag the dear bear home,
only a matter of five miles, and a
prouder man never walked than was
that little greenhorn hunter.”
It is supposed the bear was one that
had been driven by hunters from the
Sinnemahoning country, the chase be-
ing so long that they had given it 11p,
and that it had come into the laurel
patch before the snow, unknown to
anybody, and settled there for the
winter. When Dave Ramsy went into
the laurels to make the mock disturb-
ance with a bear to carry out Doc
Preble’s joke, he stumbled unexpected-
ly upon this ugly customer, and found
himself in a rough-and-iumble wrestle
with him before he know it. The bear
weighed 375 pounds—N. Y. Sun.
Not Afraid of Burglar-s.
A short time ago a gentleman, whose
sister was staying with him, came in
late from a party, and was surprised
beyond measure on observing a white
figure prowling about the back of the
house. on going to investigate he dis-
covered his sistcr standing outside the
back door with a. cocked revolver in her
hand. As she was explaining to him
that there was a burglar within the
door opened and a man emerged car-
rying a sack over his shoulder. The
man, the girl and the revolver speedily
made him a, prisoner, and in a short
time he was comfortably ensconced in
jail.
When the man came home he said to
his sister: “Why on earth didn’t you
go down through the kitchen?”
“How stupid,” the brave girl replied;
“don’t you know the kitchen is full of
- mice ?”—-Pearson"s Weekly. ~
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’IIN MEMORY OF- FREMONT.
A Monument to Be Ereoted in'the
East to Mark the Hero's Tomb.
A Beautiful Spot on the Hudson River
Selected for the Famous Soldier's Last
Resting Place—Those Engaged
in the Work.
In the far west. a mountain, capped
with everlasting snow. is an enduring
monument to Gen. John C. Fremont,
and it is now proposed that he shall
have one in the east. The Associated
Pioneers of the territorial days of Cal-
ifornia have. started a movement to ob-
tain funds for a. statue to be erected
on the grave 'of the “Pathfinder,” who
made it possible to settle the states of
the Pacific coast and who preserved
the territory for the United States.
The final interment of Fremont’s re-
mains took place in 1894. Hedied in
the city of New York July 13, 1890. The
body was placed temporarily in the
vault of Trinity church and was after-
ward removed to the receiving tomb of
Rockland cemetery on the Hudson. The
site selected for his grave overlooks Tap-
pan Zee and the Hudson. The pan-
orama of nature, which the great ex-
plorer loved so well, is no more beauti-
ful on any spot on the globe. The
quaint little villages of Hastings, Dobb’s
Ferry, Irvington, Tarrytown and Sing
Sing are on the opposite shore. In the
distance the waters of Long Island
sound add to the beauty of the location.
The long delay between Gen. Fre-
'mont’s death in 1890 and his burial in
1894 arose in part because it was unde-
termined whether to lay his body in the
earth or in a. mausoleum to be erected
above ground, and the final determina-
tion was not reached until the fall of
1894, when Mrs. Fremont made a re-
quest to have the remains taken from
the receiving tomb and laid to rest in
the ground—“in the open air, for suns
and snows to fall upon his grave, as he
so often unflinchingly met them in his
life of toilsome duty done.”
It. was Mrs. Fremont’s wish to have
the final interment private and without
publicity, but his old comrades iii arms
and~ others who loved and revered his
memory felt that the name of Fremont
and his remains belonged to the nation,
and that they should be permitted to
attend his burial. 1n deference to this
feeling the final interment and services
incident thereto took place under the
auspices of the Associated Pioneers.
When the question of erecting a me-
morial was spoken of at the grave of the
Pathfinder, and afterwards more fully
discussed‘ at the annual meeting of the
pioneers, the opinion obtained that
very many, if not all of the early day
Californians, would feel it to be a priv-
ilege and also a duty to cooperate with
the Associated Pioneers in contributing
and in raising funds necessary for a
monument. The opinion was also ex-
pressed that if the General public were
invited to contribute to this grateful
and patriotic work a fund sufficient to
erect a very expensive and imposing
structure, a. monument worthy of the
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man, would be readily contributed; but
upon the‘suggestion that this great
publicity would probably wound the
feelings and the sensitiveness of Mrs.
Fremont, it was deemed best to confine
’ the cost of the monument to $10,000,
and also confine the movement to the
pioneers of California, as also his mili~
tary, political and personal friends.
Mrs. Fremont was notified and sent
the following answer:
“This will assure you that the idea of
a memorial by the Pioneers and Loyal|
Legions is entirely congenial to my
feelings, and for some reasons better
than any personal memorial. The gen-
eral did belong to his country, and did
do it great and unselfish service, and,
while I could not ask, I can value and
thankfully accept so appropriate and
friendly a tribute.”
Upon receiving this responsé a num-
ber of artists and sculptors were asked
to submit designs for a. monument that
would express artistically and impress-
ively the following story:
In Fremont‘s first expedition across
the continent in 1842 they had made the
ascent of what is called Fremont’s
peak, now in Wyoming, where, by act
of legislature, it is reserved as a. state
park. . I
Returning to their camp of deposit
near a great rock 1,000 miles beyond
the Mississippi, to which the national
name of “Rock Independence” has since
been given, he wrote:
“Here, not unmindfnl of the custom I
of earlytravelers and explorers in our
country, I engraved on this rock of the
far west a symbol of the Christian faith.
I made on the hard granite the im-
pression of a large cross, which I cov-
ered with a black preparation of india
rubber, well calculated to resist the in-
fluence of wind and rain.” '
A number of designs were received;
several of them were very artistic and
beautiful, but the,design submitted by
Mrs. Clio’ Hinton I-Iuniker, of this city.
whose genius and fame as a sculptor
will soon become. w'orld-Ivicle,was unan-
imously preferred and accepted. The
statue is to be of heroic size and the feet
of the figure will be on a pedestal 14
feet high, making the total height of
the monument 22 feet—Chicago Trib-
une.
Chinese Artillery and Dinner.
It is the custom of the best Chinese
artillerymen to go to dinner punctually
as the hour strikes, even in the middle
of an engagement. The better-dis-
ciplined sailors do not leave their guns,
but they growl horribly if their meal
hour finds them unavoidably engaged.
The men are cool enough to eat leisure-
ly with the shells flying round them.—
Blackwood’s Magazine.
—Wisdom for a. man’s self is, in many
branches thereof, a .depraved thing; it '
is the wisdom of rats, that will be sure
to leave a house some time before it
fall; it is thewisdom of the fox, that --
thrusts out the badger who digged and
made room for him; it is the .wisdom of
the crocodiles, that shed tears when
they would dcvour.—-—Bacon.
Had a Sarcastic Tongue. .
Dr. Parr had the largest notion
of ,his .own skill at whist and
the smallest tolerance for a. poor
opponent. A lady Once asked him
at a card party how he fared.
“Pretty well, madame,” was the pleas-
ing reply, which he made loud enough
for his partner to hear, “considering
that I have three adversaries.” On an-
other occasion he was playing with Dr.
Warner, the rector of Bath, who hazard-
ed a finesse Which did not come ofi. In
a moment Parr flashed upon him:
“Dick,” said he, “you have all the cun-
ning of. a Bath sharper without his
skill.” The next hand which Warner
held was a fine one, and Parr’s features
assumed their natural placidity. In a
tone of condescension he drawled out.
with' his usual lisp: “I acquit you. of
trickery, Richard; would that I could
of stupidity.” ‘
A Tragedy at the Altar.
A singular incident is reported from
Chrastian, Bohemia. A loving pair
Were in church to be united for life.
While the priest pronounced the nup-
tial blessings one of the candles on the
altar suddenly went out. This, accord-
ing to popular tradition, heralds the ad—
vent of some great misfortune. The
young, beautiful, and just before aso
supremely happy bride, uttered a heart-
rcnding cry and fell senseless into the.
arms of her distressed lover. She died
a. few minutes after, still enveloped in
her bridal veil.
Coaching the Witness. .
“My good woman,” said the learned
judge, “you must give an answer in the.
fewest possible words of which you are-
capable to the plain and simple ques-
tion whether you were crossing the.
street with the baby on your arms and
the omnibus was coming down on the
opposite side and the cab on the left
and the brougham was trying to pass
the omnibus, you saw the plaintiff be-
‘twcen the brougham and the cab, or '
whether and when you saw him at all,
and whether or not near the brougham,
and which of them, respectively, or
how it was.”
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