Democratic Sentinel, Volume 21, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 July 1897 — Page 3

A GENTLEMAN OF *7& ■ • E ent a bonnle figure In boanie buff and blue; , □h A goodly sight bls Wl buckles bright, Aud primly powdered queue I .’■-I "fF/nffi A more courageous • 4 uliX/cl I*TF quester T jffjfji FIJ Ne’er served Sultan I ffH-'U nor Shah I — u , i, Than he, my brave ■I I . ancestor, My great - great - \ grandpapa 1 . * Br And then In his ela- “ tlon Did my forefather gay Speak out the word he'd long deferred For fear she'd say him “nay;” And when he saw how tender Within her eyes the light. He cried—“ln your surrender I read—We win the fight!” And when the freedom paean Swept, surge-like, through the dells— A mighty clang whose echoes rang From Philadelphian bells— Loud from a stem old steeple. He burled the proud hurrah. The joy peal to the people, My great-great-graudpnpa. He held the brutal Briton A “thing” beneath his scorn; A Tory he conceived to be The basest caitiff born; And not a neighbor wondered He looked upon them so; Forsooth, that was one hundred And twenty years ago! How true that happy presage! In faith, bow leal and true Thy whole long life of love and strife. Thou saint In buff and blue! Beyond all touch of travail. With great-great-grandmamma. Now flooding time, slips by In rhyme For great-great-grandpapa! •-New York Herald.

GRIGGSVILLE’S CANNON.

RIGGSVILLE was very sorry, indeed, but it didn’t see how it was going to have a Fourth of July celebration. Not that Griggsville wasn’t anxious to set off firecrackers and have a balloon ascension, with fireworks in the evening. Quite the contrary, for the Fourth of July in the past had always been the

greatest day of the year. Griggsville had thought it all over, remembering that crops were bad, that the times were hard aud that taxes were high, and had come to the conclusion that it would need nil the money it could get for winter fuel and buckwheat flour and bacon. AH of the older folk agreed with this decision, not without many mournful shakes of the head, but the boys of Griggsville were much displeased. “It’s what I call a burning shame,” sniffed Jack Morris when he heard the news. “Yes.” chimed in Ruddy Wilson, “Alden’s Mills and Norcross and Simpson’s Landing and nearly every town in the county is going to have a celebration, and now Griggsville has backed out.” “Course all of our games are off,” remarked Dick Lansing, disconsolately; "no team will come here to play unless there is something going on.” Dick was the manager of the Griggsville Baseball Club and he felt the disappointment deeply. For a moment all the boys were silent, as if the weight of the affliction was too great for expression. Presently Will Spencer blurted out: “Let’s have a celebration anyway. I've got a few dollars I’ll put into it and we can get enough more among the boys to make something of a show at least—and we’ll leave the old folks out of it, too.” “That’s all very well,” returned Dick, “but it’s easier said than done,” and there the matter dropped. The next day when the boys met at the bail field Will came rushing up the street, evidently much- excited. As soon as he was within hearing he shouted: “I’ve got it, fellows, I’ve got it.” “Well, out with it, old man; don’t keep us in suspense,” replied Dick, who didn't think much of Will’s many plans. Fo Will had only lived in Griggsville a shor time and Dick was a little jealous of hit popularity. As soon as Will recovered his breath h< unfolded his schemes. It was to go down to Sullinger’s Hole and find the cannon and muskets that were supposed to lie hidden in its depths. During the war the part of Missouri in which Griggsville is located had been overrun by roving bands of marauders, belonging to both the Confederate and Union armies, and it was on one of these raids that the Southerners had pounced down upon a quantity of stores and ammunition held at Griggsville and, being unable to get entirely away with their plunder, they had dropped it into Sullinger’s Hole. All this had been long known to the boys of Griggsville, whose fathers and mothers often told of the wild day of the raid, and pointed out the buHet-furrows in their homes. And they knew, too, all about Sullinger’s Hole. It was said no one had ever found bottom, although more than one of the men of Griggsville had sounded the pool. The earliest settlers in the county had called it the “haunted pool,” but ever since old man Sullinger had scoffed at the idea and had gone bathing in its waters, never to return, it had been known as Sullinger’s Hole. All these things the boys knew, and it was, therefore, not at all surprising that Ruddy Wilson shrugged

t.B shoulders and laughed when Will made the suggestion. “None of that for me,” he said. “Oh, well, you needn’t go along unless you want to,” responded Will, impatiently. “All this talk about Sullinger’s Hole being haunted is foolishness.” Will was very much excited, and several of the boys at once grew interested. “I’d help,” said Dick Lansing, “if I was sure there was any way of doing it.” “AU right, Dick, we’ll show ’em,” put in Will, whase eyes fairly glowed with excitement. “We’il have the old guns ali up here by the Fourth and it will be a celebration worth seeing.” When Dick went over, all of the doubters except Ruddy went with him. That night and the next evening they dragged or rolled a number of big dry logs and poles down to the edge of the pool. These they cut off into equal lengths and fastened together In the form of a huge raft that would support a dozen or more boys. As early on the afternoon of the third day as possible the seven slid quietly out of the town and down the hall to the pool. They carried with them ropes and a crowbar of twd and a number of long poles cut in the woods, besides hammers and nails and other implements. On reaching the shore of the pool they mounted the raft and pushed it out Once out on the pool they poled themselves along

until they were about twenty feet from the shore. One of the ropes with a big iron book on the end was let down in the water and dragged back and forth. As long as tfie?e was light they poled about the edges of the pond with their drags, but with the exception of snags and weeds and mud they could find nothing at all. After two more discouraging afternoons of work “Lank** Everson said he wasn’t going to waste any more of his time. Three of the boys agreed with him, but Will Spencer was able to persuade Dick and Jack to make one more trial. The next night Will was handling the drag rope. Suddenly it began to pull, and, assisted by Jack, he drew it carefully in. At the end was a mass of snags. “What’s that?” shouted Dick, suddenly. WHI pulled the rope nearer and Jack lifted cut a long, narrow object It was a gun barrel, rusted beyond recognition. Forgetting that he was on a raft, Will threw up his cap and shouted at the top of his voice: "We’ve found ’em! We’re found ’em!” But although they dragged an hour they could bring up nothing else. “I don't see how we can ever get the things up even if they are there,” said Dick. “Dive,” answered Wil], quietly. The ether two boys looked at him with horror. But when they parted for the night Will had expressed his firm intention of diving to the bottom to see if he could find the cannon. And the next day all seven of the boys came back very much excited. The finding of the gun barrel had reassured them. Carefully they poled out so as not to make the water muddy, and then Will stripped and stood poised for a moment on the edge of the raft. Dick had insisted that he tie a rope around him. The word was given, and, wita a look at the blue sky above, Will splashed head-first into the Sullinger’s Hole. They saw has white body go down and down through the water and then fade out of sight. No one moved nor uttered a sound; every muscle was strained and every eye was fixed on the water. It was a critical moment. What would Will find? Would he be sucked down to hb death as Sullinger had been? But the rope had ceased to spin through Dick’s hands. Then it pulled again and a dozen feet away from the boat a wet head popped out of the water. Will shook himself, sputtered and shouted: “It’s there, it’s there; I touched it!” Then he struck out for the raft, dragging something along in his hand. When he crawled out he laid an old. worn, rusted musket on the logs. All the boys were wild with excitement. Dick insisted on stripping and making a dive, and he, too, brought up a musket. Then Will went down with one end of a small rope in his mouth. Tais he ran through the fork of the cannon. A larger rope was dragged down and before dark the boys were on shore ready to begin pulling in their prize. But it would not stir. It was too deep in the mud. The next afternoon they came down with Tom Fisher’s old white-faced team, fastened it to the rope, and with one strong pull the cannon came loose and then it was no trouble to pull the battered and rusted and wholly worthless old piece of artillery out of the water. Somehow, in spite of all the boys could do, the news spread about like wildfire,

“A HUNDRED WILLING HANDS DRAGGED THE OLD CANNON.”

ind every one in town came out to see .vhat Sullinger’s Hole had given up to the light of day. A hundred willing hands dragged the old cannon to the top of the bluff, and on Fourth of July morning it was loaded with powder—but t!hat is getting ahead of the story. For when Griggsville heard what the boys had done Will Spenc?r became the hero of the hour, and the money for a great celebration was quickly subscribed. And on the morning of the great day Griggsville was out in her best with flags waving and firecrackers popping and anvils booming. The news of the great find had spread, and men and women and children came from all over the county to help Griggsville celebrate and to see Will Spencer. And Dick Lansing’s ball team won two games. About the old eannon? When it was fired it split from end to end, but Griggsville still keeps it as a proud trophy. And she is probably celebrating around it today, for Will Spencer made the dive which brought him fame all over Missouri many years ago.—Chicago Record.

Fourth of July Advice.

Be sure to get up at 4 o’clock, so that you can have all your firecrackers exploded before breakfast. Later in the day perhaps you can get your little sister

to loan you some of hers. Don’t bother about scraping out the fire in your punk. Just stick it into the pocket where your firecrackers are when you get through with it. When you light a fuse and it won’t go stoop over and blow it well. If you lose your eyebrows they’ll grow on again in a year or two. Always sit on the old barrel under which you put the lighted cannon cracker. If the head caves in and you go through you may lose both legs, but the probability is that you will lose only one. By all means drink sixteen glasses of lemonade and eat as many dishes of ice cream as you can. It doesn’t matter at all if you are groaning and tossing on the lounge in the back parlor while the other boys are watching the fireworks. Always hold a roman candle squarely by the end. In this way, if it should happen to blow out backward you can have a complete celebration up your coat sleeve. Lay your lighted punk carefully on the steps. You may want to come back after awhile and sit down on it. Qirls should wear light cotton frocks, for if they catch -fire they will make all the finer display. If you follow these simply directions you cannot fail to have a jolly Fourth, celebrated in a way 'istt tvwld make George Washington smile

ORIGIN OF YANKEE DOODLE.

NCE on a time old Johnny Bull Flew In ■ raging fury. And swore that Jonathan should have No trials, sir, by jury; That no elections should be held Across the briny waters. “And now," said he. "I’ll tax the tea Of all his sons aud daughters.” Then down he sat In

burly state. And blustered like a Grandee. And In derision made a tune Called “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” Yankee Dootile, these are facts, Yankee Doodle Dandy—“My son of wax. your tea I’ll tax, Yankee Doodle Dandy! John sent the tea from o'er the sea. With heavy duties rated, But whether Hyson or Bohea I never heard It stated. Then Jonathan to pout began; He laid a strong embargo—“l’ll drink no tea, by Jove!” So he Threw overboard the cargo. Then Johuuy sent a regiment Big words aud looks to baudy. Whose martial band, when near the land Played “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” Yankee Doodle, keep It up, * Yankee Doodle Dandy. “I’ll poison with a tax your cup, Yankee Doodle Dandy! A long war then they had. In which John was at last defeated. And “Yankee Doodle” was the march To which his troops retreated. Cute Jonathan, to see them fly. Could not restrain bls laughter, “That tune," said he. “suits to a T. I’ll sing It ever after.” Old Johnny's face, to his disgrace. Was flushed with beer and brandy. E’en while he swore to slug no more The “Yankee Doodle Dandy." Yankee Doodle, ho! ha! he! Yankee Doodle Dandy— We kept the tune, but not the tea, Y’ankee Doodle Dandy! I’ve told you now the origin Of this most lovely ditty, Which Johnny Bull dislikes as dull And stupid—what a pity!— With “Hall, Columbia,” It Is sung, In chorus full and hearty; On land or main we breathe the strain John made for his tea party. No matte* how we rhyme the words. Their music speaks them handy, And where's the fair can’t sing the air Of “Yankee Doodle Dandy?’ r Yankee Doodle, flrm and true, Yankee Doodle Dandy, Yankee Doodle Doodle Doo, Yankee Doodle Dandy!

UNCLE JOSHWAY’S ’SCURSION.

“Whew! Dat boy’s sho’ sprujous today! Des look at ’im, Blazy Ann! Peart an’ brickly es a young colt nn' friskifider'n a rabbit, dat’s jes' whut he is!” said Aunt Anarky, as she skillfully shucked off the sun-scorched outer leaves of the tough blue colards she was preparing for dinner. The “boy” indicated was Uncle Joshway, who approached in high glee, singing at the top of his voice: “Come, chillun, git on de train, Come, chillun, git on de train, Come, chillun, git on de train,

Fur Zion’s roekin’ on!” “Gressious. Joshway, how come ydu walkin’ so spry an’ singin’ so loud today? You musser got sawter 'zalted over singin’ ’bout dat gospil train, didn’t you?’ “Well,” admitted Uncle Joshway, half sheepishly, “I mouter been singin’ de ‘Gospil Train’ hymn unbeknownst, but dat wan’t de train I wus thinkin’ ’bout jes den. I’m goin' off on a ’scursion Saddy an' was thinkin’ of de Swevepote train, an’ I reckon dat’s how come me to be singin’ ’bout trains.’ “En’ what ’scussion you talkin’ ’bout? I hain't heaved tell o’ no ’scussion.’ “Es you ain’t dat don’t meek it not be so,’ was Joshway’s lucid reply. “Anarky, I wusht you’d cook me up a lot o’ nice vittles ’ginst Saddy—some meat an’ cakes an’ pies. It’s a Foath July 'scursion I’m gwine on.” “Foath July? Wliatcher talkin’ ’bout, boy? Don’t you know Foath July’s come an’ went long ago? Don’t you ’member de big bobbycue et Warnut Crick when de Foath July was? G’long, Joshway, you’se meckin’ game o’ me! You know it’s ’twixt Settember ’n’ Noctober now.” “Res’ of de folks don’t call it a Foath July ’scursion nex’ Saddy, but I does jes'

kase it sounds good. You know I never had no July die year, Anarky; didn’t go to de pickernicker ner to de bobbycue, nutheir. So d’aint nothin’ to header me callin’ dis year ’scursion a Foath July scursion, isdy ? I’m gwine to ride Cawnstalk to Ruston an’ take de train." The first trembling uncertain grayness of Saturday’s dawn found Uncle Joshway mounting Cawnstalk, while Blazy Ann, Goddess-of-Liberty-like, held aloft a flaming pine torch to light him to the gate. Aunt Anarky handed him the saddle bags, stuffed with eatables enough for a week. Then with a vigorous kick- with each heel into Cawnstalk’s sides, he rode off into the darkness, singing: “I liears de train a-ruslin’, It’s cornin’ roun’ de kyurve, I hear de kyar-wheels a-movin’ An’ strainin’ ev’ry nuv!” Cawnstalk’s unwilling feet entered Ruston two hours before the time appointed for the excursion train to leave, and on nearing the depot, where a freight train was steaming and creaking, his long wavy ears stood erect In mulish terror. Uncle Joshway was too much absorbed in watching the train’s movement to notice Cawnstalk’s danger signal until on the point of flying over the head of that humorous animal. He rose, shook off the dust and catching the now lamb-like Cawnstalk. tied

him to an accommodating post, to stand all day in hungry meditation, while his master traveled and feasted. Reaching the depot platform Uncle Joshway was surprised to see but a few people collected. “Pears lack a mighty slim ’scursion,” said he to one of the usual loungers. “Excursion? What you talking about, old man? Did you come in for the colored excursion?” “Yes, sah, I sho’ did. Dat’s what I corned fur.’ "Then you’re a day too late. The excursion excurted yesterday, but, uncle, you can have a nice little excursion by yourself, if you like.” “Well," answered Uncle Joshway, re-

“DAT'S WHUT I CALLS MONEY!"

flectively, “I might teck a dollah’s wuth.” “A dollar’ll carry you to Monroe and leave you four cents over.' “All right, mister. 1 ’low Monroe’s a nice pious place fur me to spen’ de day in.” Then Uucle Joshway took off his coat, ripped open the pocket containing his purse, and took out a big shining silver dollar. This was handed, with lingering fondness to the lounger, who soon gave him a ticket and four copper cents. “What’s dem things?” asked our traveler, eying the dark coppers with disgust and contempt. “What you call dem things?” he repeated. “Why, cents; copper cents.” “Den, mister de agent's cheated you. Gimme back my dollar. I can’t take no sich ole black nigger money es dis. Nee-n----ter think dey kin ’pose on me an’ give me ole black no ’count ium stuff fur money jes’ kase I’m a colored pusson. Druther miss trav’lin f’rever’n to tote roun’ money made out’n ole tin kittles!” This description of the way Uncle Joshway “went on” is no exaggeration. The “way down South” country knows no coppers, and their introduction at various depots for change a few years ago was an innovation bitterly resented. By the lounger’s good-natured interest Uncle Josh way’s ticket was disposed of to a Monroe-bound man, and his piece of money, as well as peace of mind, restored. Then, picking up his coat and saddle bags, he left in high disdain, taking care, however, not to go home until after the return of the supposed excursion train. He gave a dazzling account of his trip, and Aunt Anarky will never know he spent his Foath July rambling around Ruston abusing "dem ole Swevepote railroad folks.”

“Celebration” and “Observance."

The Sons of the American Revolution addreesed the town clerks in Massachusetts, asking that they endeavor to bring about a fitting and universal observance of the Fourth of July. “What!” every boy will exclaim, “do we not now observe that day? Does not all our spending money go for firecrackers and rockets and lemonade?” Yes, you do keep the day with as much noise r.s Webster suggested, in the “supposed speech of John Adams.” But do you observe it? The Fourth of July was at first observed as the anniversary of the day when the throwing off of the “British yoke” began. But the nation is now a hundred and twenty years old. We have outgrown our fear and our hatred of Great Britain. Now it is time to cease regarding the Fourth as “Independence Day” merely, to forget all the suggestions of England that the anniversary brings to mind, and to treat it as the nation’s birthduy, in the broadest sense. That means that it should call up before us all the glories of America, not simply the heroism of ’7O and ’6l, but the conqueat of the soil of the great West, the triumphs of industry and invention, the victories of education, art and culture, the spread of religion. These things cannot be adequately commemorated by burning gunpowder. We do not go so far as even to suggest that the firecracker be abolished. Yet while we ring the bells, and fire the cannon and flaunt the flag, let us all remember that the day is a solemn as well as a joyous occasion, and observe as well as celebrate it. Let us make it a day of commemorating glorious deeds in peace and in war, by speech and song and story. It should be a day of revival of patriotism, real and earnest; of consecration to the cause of good government; of stern reso-

lution against the evils which have gradually crept into our system.—Youth’s Companion.

A Paper Soldier Battle.

Some of the younger boys and girls will find a good deal of fun in a paper soldier battle. Cut out from advertising cards and posters a large number of figures of men, women and children. Pin these along the top of the fence or at the edge of a board. Now save up all the “fizziers” among your firecrackers and when there is a good supply ahead you are ready for the battle. Any number of boys and girls may play on a side. The object is to shoot the “fizziers” at the paper soldiers and kill and wound as many of them as possible. A paper soldier is killed when he is burned up or hie head is blown off and h# is wounded when his face is burned or blackened. The side that kills and wound* the greatest number is the victor.

A Firecracker Story.

He did it in sport; Re alone is blame; The fuse was too short, Now his finger’s the same. The Pennsylvania Senate has passed the bill which ha* already gone through the House, taxing each unnaturalized adult male employed in the State 2 cents a day.

TOO MANY LAWYERS.

“Of a Thousand Seeds He Frlngeth Only One to Bear.” The rush into the learned professions seems greater than ever, particularly into the legal profession. Within a fortnight, says a Chicago paper, several hundred young men have been admitted to the bar of Illinois, and the same thing, to a greater or less extent, is going on in all the States. Taking the 45 States it would not be surprising to learn that some 3,000 or 4,000 youths had been licensed to practice law in the United States this current year. Nor is the spectacle a uew one. It is simply a repetition of what have been seen for years and years past. What becomes of all these youths, fresn from their studies, full of ambition aud emulous of the fame of the great masters of the law? liow many succeed and what proportion fail? Are the rewards of the profession so great as thus to entice so many to pursue ft? And what are the chances for obtaining a portion of these rewards? Let a great English jurist, Vice Chancellor Baeon, who died but a short time ago, answer. It became his duty oti a certain occasion to receive a class of students just called to the bar, and he thus addressed them: “I eannot congratulate you, gentlemen, uix)n the profession which you have chosen. It Is one in which very few succeed, and most of those who succeed wish they had failed.” A few, alas! how few, favored by good fortune and possessed of real qualifications for the profession, finally forge into prominence aud success. Just read the leading newspapers of the country. Here they tell of the suicides of disappointed lawyers, there of others driven to desperation, insanity and crime because of failure. Glance over the advertisements: "A good lawyer wanted in a commercial establishment; salary $lO a week!” “Wanted—An active and experienced lawyer to draw papers and make collections; salary $8 per week.” Undoubtedly the law is an attractive field In the United States. The ixithway to power and public station Hi's through it. The lawyers may l>e said to be the ruling class. They make, construe aud execute the laws, aud are to be found in the seats of the mighty. But where one attains that seat hundreds fall by the wayside. “Of a thousand seeds lie only brlngeth one to bear,” saith the Scriptures. No truer word can be spoken of the legal profession.

Direct Vote of the People.

It Is a singular aud not generally known fact that no official of the United States is elected by the direct vote of the people. The President and Vice President are not named In the ballots cast at a presidential election, but in their stead appear the names of a number of geutlemeij, most of whom are unknown even by name to the great mass of voters. The members of the President’s Cabinet are selected by himself and are confirmed on ills recommendation as his personal advisers. Supreme justices, judges of the Circuit arid District Courts are named by the President, who, with his Cabinet, nominates, with a few trivial exceptions, all other United States officials. Members of the United States Semite are elected by the Statu Legislatures. Representatives lire voted for directly by the people, but neither Senators nor Representatives are properly officials of the United States. While the people of this country are tho ruling power, the eXereloe of that power, so far as the United States Government is concerned, is largely indirect.

Tea, Coffee and Nerves.

Everybody In England drinks tea; morning, noon and night, and nervous diseases are consequently on the Increase there. In this country we drink more coffee than the English do, with plenty of tea besides; and nervous diseases are on the increase here, too. Both these universal beverages are bad. Tliey break down the health of habituating people to the effects of the poisonous principles they contain. The recent introduction of Graln-O, the new food-drink, designed to take the place of coffee (and why not tee?) Is the beginning of a needed reforin. Grain-0 Is made from pure grains, Is harmless, nutritious, palatable, good for young and old, and one-fourth the cost of coffee. Try It and you will drink no more coffee, and have better rest and sounder health as rewards. Packages 15c. and 25c. of any grocer.

Sarcastic.

“Oh, Mr. Smyth, your newspaper jokes are so funny I always read them twice.” And after Smyth had departed, with his bump of self-esteem considerably extended, she told the other girls that she had to do so In order to see the point.—Texas Siftings.

Waltham—The Watch City.

Waltham, Mass., has achieved a reputation famous the world over for the fineneas of Its mechanical products. It Is a city of high-class mechauics and has attained Its position by keeping the highest standard always In view. A new business Is being largely developed which blds fair to rival the older watch industry. It Is tba construction of high-class cycles by the Waltham Mfg. Co. For five years Orient bicycles have been marketed with Immense success, and in the Eastern States the rider is looked upon with envy who can secure one of them early in the season, so great is the demand for Orients. The company has recently changed Its Chicago headquarters from 2«S Wabash ave. to the corner of the avenue and Van Buren at.

Never.

Crimsonbeak—Speaking of George Washington, the flrat President of these United States Yeast—Yes. “There is one thing certain; if the policy adopted by him for truthfulness had been carried out we never would have a weather bureau.”—Yonkers Statesman.

Hall’s Catarrh Cure.

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There Is a Class of People

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Elevators.

The following mention of one of the earliest elevators is taken from the “Greville Memoirs:” "Genoa, March 18, 1880.—Went to the King’s palace. The Klug aud Queen sleep together, and o® each side of the royal bed there is an assortment of ivory palms, crucifixes, boxes for holy water, awl other spiritual guards for their routs. For the comfort of their bodies he has had a machine made like a ear, which is drawn up by a chain from the bottom to the top of the house; it holds about six people, who can bo at pleasure elevated’ to any story and at each land-ing-place there is a contrivance to let them in and out.”

A Wonderful Rifle.

Hunting big game is not as hard work ns it used to be in the days of the long, heavy, bis-bored rifles. With a light, modern rifle, such as tho Model TH or ’95 Winchester, more game cau b* killed and at much longer distances than with any one of the old-time guns. The Model ‘95 Winchester is one of the highest powered rifles made. It will shoot a 30-caliber U. 8. attny bullet through over fifty inches of dry pine boards, aud drive a bullet at the rate of 2.IXMJ feet a second through the air. Hunters all over the country say that this is the beat hunting rifle ever made. Send to the Winchester Repeating Arma Co., Haven. Ct., for a large illustrated catalogue free.

Too Wet to Plant Her.

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