ANGEL LIGHTS.
For wee Estelle, sweet faced and shy,
f f: at close 'of day.
And not from Jupiter to Mars
Was there a more bewitching sight.
“And now what of the starry height
Can you recall?” said Ito her;
And thus explained sweet merry mite,
' My infantile philosopher:
“My, when the stars on” planetg play,
Dod takes the dipper den, I fink,
To dip in the milky way
An” dive the thirsty lights a dwink."
INDIAN EEVEEGE. -
“Oh, I do dote so on Indians!” I
So said a musical little voice, as Miss Mar-
gery Tracy looked over a book of beautiful
engravings. ,
“So what?” exclaimed a silvery headed old
man who sat in an easy chair by the winters
fire. -
“Dote on Indians, dear grandpa: they look
so noble in their richly colore
furs and their feathers.”
"Noble! the blood thirsty rebels!” said the
old man,.holding out one arm as he spoke and
striking it with the other, “that and this and
every part of my body, in fact, is scared by
those infernal dogs. W'hy, look here, child,”_
and he drew his white locks from his. ample
robes, their ,
\
INORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 22, 1890.
“It must have been at trying moment,"
said Margery.
“Not half as trying as what followed,” said
the old man, shaking his white locks. “They
muttered their outlandish gibberish in my
face, making up hideous mouths, expressive
of their intense disgust of me and my race.
They shook" the scalp of pool' Willis before
my very eyes, and I don’t doubt .wanted to
serve mine in the same way. Then leaving
me helplessly tied, they went out to catch the
horses The difiiculty with which this feet
was accomplished made them wilder than
ever, in their rage against me. I saw them
deliberate, and knew by their gestures they
were reserving me for some fearful doom.
At last a tall Indian went without the circle
and succeeded in leading in one of the horses,
a fiery, vicious animal that had given me
great trouble, and who, in'his looks and
movements seemed almost demoniac. Close
to me they led him. I felt his hot breath
against my face, and more than once his hoof
seemed about to crush my foot to atoms. I
thought that in some way they intended my
death by that monstrous gray horse, and so
they did, but I had not calculated for the ex-
treme cruelty of which they are capable.
What was my horror when I found that they
Were going to bind me to the animal, torture
him and set him free."
“Oh, grandfather! you areasccond Mazep-
pa,” cried Margery, listening meanwhile with
I intense interest.
forehead, “see the marks of their scalping .
knives; they left me for dead once, and came
near having these hairs hanging to their
girdles.”
“Why, grandpa!” exclaimed Margery,
drawing up to the old man. “is it possible
that great White mark was made by an In-
dian brave?”
“An Indian coward?” cried the vetern con-
temptuously . “Talk about their bravery,
the stubborn, inborn devils, they don’t know
what it means. The courage of a beast is all
they have.
My patience, girl, if: you had
seen as much of the Indians as I have, you’d {
never take these creature’s of a painter's im-
agination to be the simon pure savage.
no, there’s a difference. My child, I’ll tell
you a story that will cure you of doting on
Indians. When I was a young man I had
many a bout with the ‘children of the forest,’
as , your poets call them. Now there was
never any poetry in your old grandfather,
Maggie, little one. I never could see any—
thing beautiful in their hideous painted
faces, and to tell the truth, they killed my
only brother, and I hate the whole race.
“\l'c had a long spell of peace, and had be-
3ome tired of our cabins upon Boone’s sta‘
lion. It was too easy a life for young fel-
lows, simply gunning, fishing, sleeping and
eating. We weren’t like the nlOLlSli.l(‘lllHed
gentry of the present duy——cven like the one
who came to see you last night, little child,
though he is a better specimen than some.
We couldn’t dress up in those days and take
little bits of paper in our hands and go cull
updn the pretty ladies and show off our
teeth and our broadcloth the. best part of the
day. “"0 wcrc rough men in our hunting
frocks, who 'thoughta goodsizcd deer none
to heavy to throw over our shoulders after
we had run him down, ..ud to whom other
dram were as fabulous as myths.
”out, as 1 tell you. we—therc were four of
us-imd become tired of idleness, and wanted
another bout with the Indians. So, knowing
that a party had stolen some horses, and that
they had taken their way to Chillicothe, we
set out after them to try and regain the booty
they had taken. We reached Chillicothe a
few days afterward. and fell in with a drove
of horses feeding in the rich prairie. Of
these we secured six and started on our re-
turn. Beforo we reached the Ohio a storm
came up. The heavens grew black with
clouds and the wind blew a perfect hurri-
cane. ‘What to do with the horses we could
hardly tell. They had become unmanagea-
ble and were difficult to control. The river
was so swollen—its waves lashed into fury——
that we dared not venture to cross, and we
were fearful of being pursued. It was near-
ing evening, and we could just find our way,
back to the hills, where, after hobbling our
animals, we remained during the night. It
was an awful night. The rain poured in
torrents, the lightning blazed from point to
point, and the thunder seemed to crash and
break against the. sides of the hills. We were
all expo-ed to the-fury of the tempest. In
the morning our clothes were wet and we
had only saved our powder by sleeping on it.
The wind, however, had subsided, and we
tried again to get our horses over to the other
side—the creatures resisted every attempt,
and we were driven to the alternative of 105-
ing the horses. Of course we chose the lat—
ter, and selecting each of us one of the best,
we made for the falls.
‘ “There was a handsome young fellow with
us, a. Kcntuckian by birth, who thought we .
had scarcely had adventure enough, so he
propoSed to me to let the rest go on. while he
and Icaptured two splendid bays. W'o turned
back accordingly, and came the first thing on
a trail of revengeful Indians, who had un-
doubtedly been seeking us from the first. My
dear child, if you had seen them as they real-
ly were. their faces streaked with black and
yellow, their untanncd blankets, rough leg—
grins and demoniac faces, you never would
have dotcd upon them. Willis, the Kentuck-
inn, was some ways ahead of me, and by
some unsuccessful maneuver fell immediately
into their hands. It was a dreadful sight to
see them each drive with his heavy club at
the head of the poor fellow. He fell instant-
ly, and they scalped him, throwing the fresh,
bleeding skin over their weapons and waving
it in my sight.
“I was on a splendid horse. They, too,
were mounted and had fleet animals, so they
pursued me at the top of their speed. For a
time I escaped, only to fall into their barbar-
ous hands, however. Deceived by a voice I
thought familiar, and the pronunciation of a
word in English, I followed a trail, and lured
on by the supposition that I was on the track
of friends from whdm we had been separated,
and who might have come back to the res-
cue, I went cautiously forward, but sudden-
ly found myself among 9,1)”le of Indians,
who were so engaged that, I suppose, if I had
had presence of mind, I might have escaped,
for I think they did not see me.
"liowever, thinking the boldest course the
best, 1 immediately fired at the foremost,
and in another moment they were after me
like a pack of bounds. I took advantage of'
some fallen timber, I tried to dodge them,
and to hide among the underbrush, but‘their
cunning defeated my purposes. They di-
vided into mo parties, and rode along on
either side of the timber, heating it up, driv-
ingme out at the opposite end, where stood
an enormous savage with'a lifted tomahawk.
Just as he was about to strike me to .the
earth, however, another Indian equally
powerful lifted me as if I had been a feather
out of the way of the descending tomahawk.
I was a prisoner, and obliged to makethe
best of it. You may imagine what that
best was.” ' '
“Oh, grandfatherl” cried Margery, “how
did you feel?” _ ‘ '.
“How did I feel? Fush, how could. you.
feel with ten jabbering savages about you,
each onelooking as if he could eat you with.
out pepper or salt?” ' .' -
No, "
“A distinct-ion for which I paid cruelly,”
said the old man, foldinghis arms and gazing
into the fire.
. “They lifted me upon the heirs, be all the
while rearing, backing, snorting. and seating
me with my face toward the rail, they had
my feet under him. This made them great
trouble, for the horse was almost unmanage-
able, but for every annoyance he gave them '
they paid me in blows, or slight wounds with
their knives. They then drew a rope about
my arms, drawing and lashing me back on
the animal, another round my neck, tying
that to the neck of the horse, from whence it
was carried to his tail, making it. use the pur-
pose of a crupper. In this way they secured
me to the frantic beast, and all the while the
demons incarnate danced yelling and scream-
in 3' about me, testifying their infernal delight
in the anticipated sufferings that were to
overtake me, and, with shouts that sounded
like thunder, turned him loose. The poor ani-
mal and the poor wretch upon him were
dashed into the thickest of the woods. The
horse, feeling his unusual burden, and frantic
to get rid of it, took his way among the tang-
led undergrowth, bruising me at every step,
throwing me against projecting branches,
rearing, plunging, uttering the wildest cries
of terror. I longed and prayed for death, I
raved and sent up cries of anguish with his.
Sometimes I laidinsensible, and then a dread-
ful blow would bring me to agonizing con-
sciousness. I knew that death would come at
last, but oh, the awful uncertainty, the suffer-
ing that permeated every bone, nerve, sinew.
I can describe nothing like it. ‘It is too dread-
ful to recall, too frightful to portray.”
‘ The old man shuddered as he held his hand
before his eyes as if to shut out a fearful
spectacle. The young girl shuddered, too,
and tenderly took his free hand in her own.
' “lVell, the horse became at last exhausted.
What prevented him from rolling over and
crushing me, heaven only knows. One morn-
ing, the next but one after my capture, the
animal emerged into a broad prairie. I was
dying'with hunger, sore in every inch of my
body, longing only that death might put an
end to my sufferings. I was only partly
conscious—just alive, and that was all. I
seemed to know that my breath was almost
gone, and wished to make no effort to retain
it. Then there came a long silence—a great
blank-and how many hours after'I do not
know, but I found myself lying on a made
bed in a log but and an angel faced girl
bending over me. -
“ ‘He has opened his eyes, mother,’ were
the first words I heard, and then all was
blank again. It seems the sagacity of the
horse had led him to the first house after he
had become thoroughly subdued. It proved
to be the habitation of an American family.
They treatcd me with the greatest care, the
tendcrcst consideration It was months be-
foreI was well and completely cured of a
hanging to encounter the Indians. I pre-
ferred after that a home of my own, and
the blooming Margaret for my wife, who
had taken such care of me.”
“ ‘So dearest grandmother was that Mar-
,r.‘fo.ret?l ” said Margery.
“No, darling,”ano‘ the voice tooka tenderer
tone, “my first Margaret sleeps in the grave
made out in the wild prairies. She only
lived a year.”—Mary A. Dennison in Chicago
Ledger. ~
Nearly Killed by 8 Savage Boar.
Mr. Sanford Furbish, of Webster, is the
owner of a 2-year-old boar which has grown
to enormous size and has always been noted
for his savage propensities. His. tushes are
said to be two and one—half inches in length.
Last Thursday Mr. Furbish attempted to
drive him home from one of his neighbor’s.
But the boar declined to be driven, and
showed fight. Pitchforks were brought into
requisition to overcome his obstinacy, and he
was got nearly to his quarters under the barn
before he did any damage.
In crossing a miry place in the road he
made an attack on his owner, and threw him
four or five feet into the air and againsta
fence.
This so disabled Mr. Furbish that he fell on
the ground, and the enraged animal had it
all his own way until help came and got Mr.
Furbish out of his way and into an ox cart
near by.
The boar then mounted the cart and was
determined to make an end of his work in
mutilating the poor man, and it was with
difficulty that he could be kept out of the
cart. ' A brother of Mr: Furbish then got a
basket of apples and succeeded in tolling him
away and into his pen, where he was so-
cured.
Dr. Sleeper was summoned to attend the
injured man, and found one rib broken and
a wound large enough to admit a. finger be-
tween two ribs, extending clear into the
lung.
This made it impossible for him to breathe
through one lung on account of air entering
through the wound. His condition is con-
sidered critical.—-Lewiston Journal.
Expensive Cast Iron Bricks.
Hollow cast iron bricks, if we may so term
them, says The Engineering and Building
Record, form the subject of a recent German
patent granted to August Bockel, of Erfurt.
Asthe name implies, they are made of regu—
lar form and size, the walls being 0.12 inches
thick. No mortar or other binding material
is to enter into their use, the fastening being
effected as follows: The upper and lower
sides of the bricks are provided with grooves
and projecting ribs, which fit into one an-
other. There are, further, two large circu-l
lar openings in the upper side of each brick,
arranged to receive properly formed pro-
jections on the lower side of the brick” above.
One of these-projections is hooked shaped, so
as togive a more secure hold. A fluid is ap-
plied to the surfaces of the bricks with a
> brush, to make the joints air and watertight.
The non-conducting air spaces in the bricks,
and the ease with which they may be put to-
gether and taken apart without injuring
them, are cited as special'advantagw. The
question of cost is not considered. . ._
ON THE BRIDGE" CABLE.
A PERILOUS JOURNEY MADE. BY A
NEWSPAPER REPORTER.
A Foggy Night Selected for the TripA—He
Walks from the New York Anchorage
to the Center of the Big Structure on a
16-inch Cable—Above the River 278 Feet.
Hundreds of people while crossing that
Brooklyn bridge have looked at the riggers ‘
and painters who, in the performance of
duty, climb up into the network of wires or
walk along the big cables from which the
great structure is suspended, and theywon-
der how these men hold on, or why they do
not get dizzy and fall.
Desiring to know something of these men ,
who spend their time away up among those .
slender wires, a Star reporter endeavored to '
get some of them to tell their experience, but
it was found that they had become so accus-
tomed to whatever sensations they might ex-
perience that they had grown unconscious of
anything remarkable in the fact that they
walked on a slender thread between the river ,
and the“ sky, except that they earned good
livings for their families, and were very well
pleased with their vocations. Still determined '
to learn how it feels to walk in-midair on so
slender a footpath as a 16-inch cylinder, the
reporter concluded to walk on one of the
cables from the New York anchorage to the
top of the tower, and on down the aerial
pathway to the center of the bridge. It was
useless to seek permission to make the trip, so
it was decided that it should be made under
cover of the darkness of night.
CLIMBING UP. .
But an opportunity came eventually, and
the trip was made and experiences noted.
0n the night of Friday a heavy fog hung
over the river, and the bridge was lost in
the thickness of the atmosphere. Even the
powerful glow of the electric lights could
not penetrate the mist for any considerable
distance. The four big cables of the bridge
’rising from the anchorage and ascending
above the promenade were lost in the fog or
few feet beyond, and it was only necessary
to avoid being seen at the start to escape de-
tection. It was decided to make the trip on
this dark night.
And so, dressed in ordinary clothes and
street shoes, with an overcoat buttoned
tightly about his throat, the reporter walked
out from Park row along the promenade to
the anchorage. Apoliceman loomed u in the
fog just where the cable rises, passed along,
and in a minute was lost sight of. Now was
the chance, and tossing his umbrella to a
companion, the searcher after new experi-
ences vaulted the railing and stood erect on
the 16-inch cable. On either side was a half-
inch guy rope for a. handrail. Grasping each
rope, helbegan to wall: onward and upward
into the darkness and mist. A few steps for-
ward, and he was apparently out of the
world and alone, his whereabouts known
only to one human being. For a time the
lights below were visible, but soon these dis-
appeared from view, and the illumination
from them, although it penetrated the fog,
looked like the dim light of daybreak.
The top of the tower was reached, and as
the cable passes under the coping stone anx-
iety as to getting across the tower and to the
other side to complete the journey occupied
the attention of the adventurer. He found
,space enough between the top of the cable
and the roof of the opening through which
the cable passed'for him tocrawl along. But
the space lessened, and he could go no fur-
ther. He had not thought of turning back,
and by feeling about in the inky darkness it
was found that if there was no space .above
the cable there was plenty belowf But to
leave the straight and narrow path was a
matter of some moment. The darkness was
so intense that nothing could be seen, and it
was known that somewhere in that tower a
well hole descended through the masonry to
the bottom of the foundation, 356 feet below,
and the necessity for caution asserted itself
in a most p onounced manner.
After f ing about gingerly with hands
and feet it was found that there was a solid
something a few feet below, and the reporter
dropped off the cable to' find that he was on
a flooring of smaller wire cables, formed of
the numerous guys which steady the bridge,
and which help to make the network of wire
ropes under the four big cables. These guys
pass through the opening at the top of the
tovlrer, and when hq had dropped to them the
reporter found through the medium of the
senses of smelling and feeling that these
cables were laid in a bed of fresh paint.
There was nothing to do but push on toward
the river side of the tower. This was done
with great care and disregard of the paint.
Having passed through the tunnel and ar-
rived safely at the river front of the tower,
it was found that the cable was several feet
above.
A SAFE DESCENT.
At a height of 278 feet above the surface
of the river one would want a sure footing
and a firm grip for the hand to climb up a
stone wall. But these were not to be had, so
raising himself on tiptoes and embracing the
big cable above, the reporter mounted it
muc as a small boy would mount a horse,
and 'th as much chance of getting on its
back as the boy would have of getting on the
back of a horse. But the cable was mounted
successfully, and the greatest danger was
passed. .
The reporter then noticed for the firsttime
that he was above the fog and as absolutely
alone as he could be anywhere in the uni—
vei'se. The bridge tower rearing up out of
the mist below, the four big cables hanging
down and disappearing in the fog and the
cold, black darkness of the clear. atmosphere
above were all there were to,behold save one
bright light on the flag pole on top of a hotel
on the Brooklyn heights. '
The light was above the fog also, and it
shone brightly and cheerfully. Not a sound
could be heard, although vain attempts were
made to catch the echo of asteamboat whistle
or the rumble of a passing bridge train. The
air was quiet, and-there was nothing to make
the slightest effect on the drum of the ear.
There was a magnificent charm about this
perfect solitude, which was not even broken
by the sighing of the wind, the murmur of
the waters, or even the buzzing of an insect.
The descent seemed a little more perilous
than the ascent, as it required more care to
place the foot solidly on the cable when the
foot in advance had to be placed lower than
the other foot. Caution had been aroused,
and fear suggested the thought: “What would
people think to seea man fall through the fog
a'ndbe crushed todeath on the bridge?” Then
Gains a little feeling of timidity, but as each
ste’pf’was decreasing the danger and shorten-
ing the distance to the promenade there was
no.E chance for real fright. Soon the electric
lights were seen again, and then the outline
of the roadbed of the bridge. .
, The reporter’s companion was at the center,
of the bridge, wondering what had happened
to the man he sawvdisappear up in the fog at
thp New York end of the cable, and "he was
overjoyed when. he saw him descend through' ,
the fog at the middle of, the bridge. He hadl
begunfto fear that -something wrong migth
have; happened when his friend jumped‘ on“.
the cable to the promenade, having completed.
one of the most novel and interesting walks-
of}. quaEter of a mile that man has ever ex- I
pefienced—New York Star.
. -‘I
THE MAGIC RING.
Ito Influence Upon the Life of 3 Famous
German Kaiser.
When the German kaiser, Karl, lived at”
Zurich, according to the old legend, he dwelt
in a house called “The Hole," in front of
which he caused a pillar to be erected with a
hell on the top of . it, to the end that whoever
demanded justice should have the means of
announcing himself. One day as he sat at
dinner in his house he ,heard the bell ring,
and sent out his servants to bring the claim-
ant before him. But they could find no one.
A second and a third time the bell rang, but
still no human being was to be seen. At
length the kaiser himself went forth, and he
found a large serpent, which had twined it-
self round the shaft of the pillar and was
then in the very act of pulling the bell rope.
“This is God’s will,” said the monarch.
“Let the brute be brought before me. may
deny justice to none of God’s creatures, man
or beast.”
The serpent was accordingly ushered into
the imperial presence, and the kaiser spoke to
it as he would to one of his own kind, grave-
ly asking what it required. The serpent made
a most courteous reverence and signaled in
its‘own dumb way for him totfollow. He did
so, accompanied by his court, and the crea-
ture led them to the shores of the lake‘Where
it had its nest. Arrived there, the kaiser
soon saw the cause of the serpent’s seeking
him, for its nest, which was full of eggs, was
occupied by a hideous toad of monstrous pro-
portions.
“Let the toad be flung into the fire,” said
the monarch, “and let the serpent have the
possession of the nest restored to it.”
Three days after, as the kaiser again sat at
dinner, he was surprised at the appearance of
the serpent, which this time glided into the
hall unannounced.
“What .does this mean?” thought the
kaiser.
The reptile approached the table, and,
raising itself on its tail, dropped from its
mouth into an empty plate which stood be-
side the monarch a. precious diamond. It
then silently disappeared. This diamond the
kaiser caused to be set in a costly ring, which
he presented to his wife, the much beloved
Fastrada.
Now, this stone had the virtue of attraction,
and whoso received it from another, so long
as he or she wore it, received also the intense
love of that individual. It was thus with
Fastrada. For no sooner did she place the
ring on her finger than the attachment of
the kaiser, great before, no longer knew any
bounds. In fact, his love was more like
madness than any sane pasion. But though
the talisman had full power over love, it had
no power over death, and the mighty mon-
arch was sent into despair over the sudden
demise of his wife. He was inconsolable.
He would not listen to the voice of friend—
ship, but sorrowed in silence over the dead
body of his once beautiful bride. He would
not allow her to be bufied; At length Tur-
pin, archbishop of Rheims, being made aware
of the cause of the'kaiser’s inconsolable grief,
contrived to engage his attention while he
removed the magic ring.
Immediately that the talisman was re-
moved tho spell was broken. The esteem.
however, that ho had held .for Fastrada.‘ was
now transferred to the possemor of the ring,
Archbishop Turpin, the pious ecclesiastic
was sopersecuted by the emperor’s affection
that he finally cast the talisman into a dis-
tant lake which surrounded one of the mon-
arch’s castles.
An immediate transference of the royal
liking took place, and the monarch thence-
forth and forever after during his lifetime
loved this castle and lake as a man might
love his wife. So much did he ,become at-
tached to it that he directed that he should
be buried there, and there, accordingly, his
remains rest until this day.—'Exchange.
What Dreams Mean.
Science, no doubt, may have dispelled such
old wiyes’ fables as that to dream of’a mar-
rlage signified death, or to dream of a cat
meant to meet a ice, but it has also added
mysteries and terrors of its own to the sub-
ject. One learned man has actually tried to
systematize the subtle premonitions of
dreams, with the view of making them more
available for use and guidance, though he
simply adds to the maze of mystification
which seems destined to forever surround
them. However, here are some of his oracu-
lar explanations, which. may be taken for
what they are worth, which may be much or
little, according to individual estimate.
They appear to be quite sensible, however, in
some respects.
“Lively dreams are in general a- sign of the
excitement of nervous action.
“Soft dreams are a sign of slight irritation
of the head, often in nervous fevers announc-
ing the approach of a favorable crisis.
“Frightful dreams are a sign of determina-
tion of blood to the head.
“Dreams about blood and red objects are
signs of inflammatory conditions.
“Dreams of disordered forms are frequently
a sign of obstructions and diseaseof the liver.
“Dreams in which the patient imagines tor.
ture or injury of any limb indicates disease
of that limb.
“Dreams about death often precede apo-
plexy, which is connected with determination
of blood to the hea’d."—-Boston Herald.
The Power of a Prescription. '
The manager of one of the theatrical com-
panies playing here this week tells a story of
his first Sunday in Pittsburg. He and a few
other members .of the company left the hotel
last Sabbath afternoon on a quest for cigar—
ettes. They visited one cigar store after
the other and glared savagely at the drawn
blinds. Weary with searching, they chanCed
to fall in with a young doctor, whom the
manager knew. “PH fix you,” the medic
said, and he led them to a well known drug
store. There all begging by the theatrical
gentlemen was vain, but the doctor drew out
his prescription book. He wrote upon it a
lot of Latin, which, being translated by the
drug clerk, thus resulted: “320 grains of leaf
tobacco, in one ounce packages. Take three
times daily, as directed,” The cigarettes were
handed out amid mutual smiles—Pittsburg
Dispatch. ‘
Shoes in'Walking.
It is indisputable, that the prehensive power
of the foot is impaired by the use of shoes.
We lose much of our hold upon the ground.
For perfect and rapid progression a close
union of the toes and earth are as essential as
the grip of the car upon the cable. ' But as
foot races and the climbing of trees are the
exception we shall get on well enough in
“good fitting shoes. The fore part of even a
flexible soled shoe can never grasp, hold fast,
and propel as the pliant separate‘toes can;
and in the bare foot the joints are untrain-
moled and efl‘ective coadjntors. The Ger-
mans callthe toes of the feet “fingers,” and
it issaid. that in'a memorable battle the sol-
'die'rs took. off their shoes ' and braced them-
selves with their bare feet in order tosucces-
fnlly withstand the shock of an assault.—
Shoo and Leather Reporter.
' His Style of Art. ’
.I “What style of art do you admire most,”
asked one young aspirant to glory of another.-
1"‘Well, I haven’t any definite preferences.
But I ulna good deal devoted to the attic
style. "4 —Mnrchan t Traveler.
ated savages of the Omaha, Otoe and Pawnee
of adreary march for the sake of joining
.npon which Lincoln now stands. Even to
~ Quen Shogo’s realm at Milford, but not one J
.0: 'them can be persuadedto taste of. the
square in this city—Lincoln Web.) Special
THE BLUE VALLEY QUEEN.
ANCIENT INDIAN LEGEND CONCERNr
ING THE MILFORD SPRINGS.
Love. Jealousy and Revenge . the Import-
ant Ingredients -— The Chief’s Lo'voiy
Dapgbtor Chooses Between Two Bucks.
Assassination and Vengeance.
While wandering about the Lithium
springs, just at the edge of the little village
of Milford, one day, the writer remarked the
large number of Indians in the vicinity. An ,
inquiry developed the fact that the regener- ]
tribes pay frequent visits to that locality and
always carry off with them jugs and bottles
of the water. The'sight of a'half dollar and
a little persistent questioning induced an ugly
warrior, with a six Word name, to tell why
they'came so far from their reservations to
partake of the water. His story is one of the
legends of the tribe, and was as follows, minus
the broken language used: . .
Many years ago the Otoes and Pawnees
were united under one tribal organization,
and were presided over by a wise chieftain
named Quenchaqua. Under his leadership
happiness and prosperity reigned. Their vil-
lages were surrounded by fields of corn and
their huts filled with the skins of the buffalo
and antelope.
Quenchaqua had a daughter, who was called
Shogo, the fairest and sweetest of the prairie
flowers. The trophies of the chase adorned
her Wigwam, and she was known and hon-
ored for her beauty far and wide. Among
the young chieftains of the allied tribes, none
were more assiduous in their attentions to
the fair young princess than Kalhama, or the
Pawnees, and Popotne, f the Otoes. Both
of these youthful warriors were brave and
noble, as warriors go, and for a long time
Shogo was unable to make any distinction in
her affections between them. At last, how-
ever, she decided in her inmost heart that,
while she was very fond of Popotne, she liked
Kalhama better. In this comparative judg-
ment the aged chieftain, Quenchaqua, coin-
cided. As is ever the case, the course of true
love did not run smooth, and trouble ensued
between the hitherto friendly tribes very
soon after the espousal of Kalhama and
Shogo. .
A division of territory became necessary
and the Otoes were given the land east of the
Big Blue river, and the Pawnees a broad ex-
panse of territory west of the river. The
prairie on each side of the river for quite a
width remained neutral. Experience prompt-
ly proved the folly of separation, and, while
maintaining individual organizations, the
two tribes again came to an amicable under-
standing, whereby, in case of an invasion, 8
union of forces was assured. This treaty
continued in effect until the death of Quen-
chelua, which, according to the most authen-
tic accounts, must have occurred some time
prior to the time when the Spanish general,
Coronado, entered the territory now known
as Nebraska in quest of the seven cities of
Cibolo and the magnificent capital of the far
famed King Tartarnax.
The death of the great Chieftain was fol-
lowed by several years of estrangement.
Finally Popotne sent a swift messenger to the
camp of Kalhama. and requested him to meet
the Otoes in council assembled at the Salt
Licks for the purpose of an amicable adjust-
ment of the difficulty. The Pawnee chieftain,
ever ready to form a union with his powerful
brother, obeyed the request, and taking with
,him a few of his wise counselors wended his
way toward the rising sun to the appointed
place of- meeting, buoyedon by the liizesome
Shogo, whose queenly bravery, as she rode
her spotted pony toward the scene of her
early childhood, dispelled any dark forebod-
ings that might have lurked in the breast of
Kalhama as he thought of meeting his old
rival. Arriving at the designated spot, the
weary travelers quenched their thirst at. the
bubbling springs and exchanged greetings
with their brother braves -
The presence of their beauteous Shogo
aroused a dormant feeling of jealousy in-the
Otoe Chieftain, and despite his good inten-
tions the-preponderance of native treachery
inspired him to deal a stealthy blow at Kal-
hama, who succumbed to the unlocked for
attack. The deed was done; but the aveng-
ing spirit of the aged Quenchaqua arose from
the spring and slow Popotne and put to flight
his warriors, who were about to follow the
example of their leader in waging a war of
annihilation on their defenseless guests. The
spirit of Quenchaqua, seizing the tomahawk
of the dead slayer, washed the blood stains
away in the waters which were immediately
turned to bitterness. It was decreed by the
outraged spirit that the water should be unfit
for man or beast until many summers and
winters had passed away.
Then, turning with the weeping Shogo and
her followers, the party sorrowfully departed
in the direction of the setting sun. One-half
day’s travel brought them to a rapidly flow-
ing stream, where waters sparkled over rocky
beds, shadowed by gigantic trees and winding
vines. Proceeding to the western bank of the
river the spirit cf Quenchaqua smote the rock
under a. huge elm tree and out sprang a crys-
tal fountain of pure water, over which the
sad hearted Shogo presid , healing the
wounded and curing the sick of the nation
until the Big Medicine Water came to be re-
garded by the savages as a panacea for all
ills. Shogo was now the acknowledged owner
of the Blue valley. Her good deeds and self
sacrificing devotion to her people resounded
throughout the nation, and she was the re-
cipient of many 'honors and worshipped as
one who had direct communiéatio'n with the
Great Spirit. . - . ’
' A high promontory, situated a few hun-
dred yards south of the Big Medicine quter,
adorned by stately oaks and overlooking
Kego rapids, where the waters of the river
wash the sepulchered banks, was the quiet re-
treat of Shogo as she watched the rising sun
and appeared to hold secret communion with
the departed Prince Kalhama. This habit
gave preminence to her supposed supernat-
ural powers, and this picturesque elevation
was held sacred by her dusky followers.
Years passed away, and a strange people,
clad in helmets and armor of brass, came
from the south (a pertion of Gen. Coronado’s'
army), and, hearing the sad story of the In-
dian queen, persuaded her that the one she
mourned now inhabited the happy hunting
grounds many hundred miles to the South-
west, beyond mountains and streams.
She was willing to undergo the hardships
the companion of her youth and husband.
Thus allured she was persuaded to accom-'
pony the cavaliers with-a few trusted follow-
ers, and after the sacrifice of a few spotted
fawn on the promontory and the dedication
of the springs to the afflicted of her nation,
she bade them farewell forever, nevermore
to be seen, but ever worshipedas the guardian
spirit.- Thus ends the legend.
‘The Big Medicine Water is the Lithium
springs at Milford, and the place where the
rudely awakened spirit of Quenchaqua turn-
ed the waters into bitterness was the. sib
this day the Indians make frequent visits to
water from the sulphur well in Government ‘
in‘New York. Tribune.
Comp-mimic: Engm-o. .
The question of compounding engines—that
is, making a specified amount of steam do its
work twice, three, four or more times, and
again, by condensing this same steam and
by producing a vacuum, making the atmos-
phere add its force to that of steam, is one
that has for a long time received attention
from mechanical engineers, especially in the
navy and merchant marine. The ordinary
high pressure engine as we use them in this
city gives for every thirty pounds of water
evaporated into steam one indicated horse
power per hour. In other Words, we use un-
der the most favorable conditions and the
most perfect managemcntof furnaces three
pounds of coal to produce this result. Now,
by compounding engines, or by even going to
the point of using triple expanding machines,
we can get one indicated horse power per
hour from twelve pounds of steam, or with
one and two-tenths pounds of coal. This
method of using steam is not economical
except when you can get plenty of free
water for condensation purposes, as it re-
quires one and a. half gallons of water per in-
dicated horse power per Iuimute—Interview
in St. Louis Globe-Democrat;
‘ I’etyoli Tn." Frarllfct.
The product of petroleum in the United
States in 155?} was 27,346,018 .barrels (of 42
gallons each), valued at about $24,598,559.
Of this amount Pennsylvania produced 16,-
491,088 barrels: Ohio, 10,010,868 barrels; \Vest
Virginia, 119,448 barrels: California, 704,619
barrels, and other states 20,000 barrels.
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