Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 9 August 1895 — Page 4

i" JW* COLLISION IN MIDOCEAN.

is Both Vessels Go Down and a Number of Lives Lost. PHILADELPHIA, Aug. 9.—The British ship Prince Oscar from Liverpool. Captain Heuderson, collided in midocean on

July 18 with an unknown sailing vessel. Both ships sank in less than 10 minutes. Six members of the crew of the Prince Oscar and all on board the unknown vessel were lost. The survivors, 17 in number, were rescued by the ship Dharwar. after being confined in an open boat with neither food nor water for six days. They were transferred to the British steamship (Japac from Pissaqiui, and brought to this port last night, i'he names of the lost are:

William Knight, seaman, of South Shields. Oscar Nielsen, seaman, of Christiana.

E. Peterson, seaman, of DeiimarK:. August Carton, ^eck boy, of Ostein!. I. Belap of Douglas, Isle of Man. J. Anilerson, steward, of Liverpool. The entire crew of the unknown vessel.

The disaster occurred shortly after midnight in latitude 9:30. soutn, longitude 28:20, west. The Prince Oscar, which was bound from Shields, which port she left May 27 for Iquique, laden with coal, was going at a clipping gait on the port tack before a brisk wind, aud with all canvass set. It is estimated by the crew that she was making about six and a half knots an hour, when suddenly there loomed up directly under her bows a four-malted vessel.

The mate asserts that the stranger had no lights burning, and after she was sighted it was impossible to change the course of the Prince Oscar. The iron hull of the latter struck the unknown full amidships, knocking her almost on her beam end and crashing through the woodwork until her prow was more than half buried. The stranger went over almost on lior beam ends as the Prince Oscar backed away. As the crew of the Oscar stood peering through the darkness they saw the stranger partially right herself, and then she rapidly began to sink. They listened awmle in vain for some signs of life, but not a cry for help nor a word of command came from the stricken vessel. In less than four minutes from the time she was struck the stranger keeled over and plunged stern first into the deptns below.

Captain Henderson of the Prince Oscar, who was below in his berth, rushed on deck just in time to.discover that his ship was also sinking.

The pumps were manned, but in less time than it takes to tell it, it was discovered tiiat there was no hope from that source. Lifeboats were ordered cut adrift and the men were told to jump and swim for their lives. They all went overboard, and with tiie exception of the unfortunates, reached the small boats.

Captain Henderson, who was the last man to leave the ship, went over in his night garments and swam fully two miles before ne was picked up. The boats hovered about the scene of the wreck until daylight cauie in an effort to rescue tne two missing members of the Prince Oscar's crew, and any number ol the crew of the stranger who might- have been fortunate enough to have kept afloat. They found no one, however, and nothing to indicate tne name, home or destination of tli.'ir companions misfortune. Finally they let the scene and headed rhev knew not exactly where. Twenty-four hours later a Heavy sea struck the boat commanded oy Aiate Lynch aud capsized it. Tiie occupants, eight in number, were tnrown into cue sea, and the already overcrowded craft which Captain Henderson commanded put quickly to the rescue. They were successful in getting four of the men aboard. The rest were drowned.

There were now 17 men in the small lifeboat with notniug to eat or drink and barclv room to stretch their veary limbs. 1 lie sun was broiling hot and their hunger and thirst was almost unbearable. Toward evening of the second day one of the crew discovered a small cask of lish oil stowed in the boat. This was doair out to the survivors in small doses, and they used it to moisten their parched hps and tongues. Most of the men were partially naked, having had no time to secure any clothes before leaving the vessel.

For three days and nights they fioated thus on the bosom of the South Atlanta, and just as they were about to abandon hope, tiiey sighted the ship Dharwar Irom London, bound to Melbourne. They succeeded in attracting the attention of those on board and were soon on her decks. Four iys iv later they were put aboard the Capac, bound lor this port. All of the survivors still bear evidence of the sufferings they endured while aboard the small boat.

Captain Henderson when seen last night was very reticent, preferring not to give the full details of the disaster until he had reported to British Consul Cipperton, which official will be asked to institute a naval court of inquiry und ft hear the full details of the disaster.

After some persuasion, however, Captain Henderson said: "Un the night of .Tuly 13, when the collision occurred. I had just.turned in, leaving the deck in charge of the chief officer. The wind was southwest and squally and there was considerable sea. We were going along possibly six and a half knots an hour with everything set. The mate saw nothing of the approaching vessel until she was, almost on top of us and he positively asserts that neither of her side lights»were burning. She had every stitch or canvass and was jumping through the water at a livelv rate. Consequently when the vessels came together the crash was terrific, and the damage was sufficient to cause both to go to the bottom within 10 minutes' time. Not a sound camo from those on board the unknown ship, and at the expiration of five minutes the tips of her masts were seen sinking beneath the surface of the water."

Captain Henderson is well advanced tp years and has followed the sea since a mere boy, this being his first serious accident.

Colonel Van Cleef Accquitted. TRBNTON, Aug. 9.—The jury in the case of Colonel John T. Van Cleef, exeecretary of the state board of assessors, who was indicted for obtaining money from the state for maps under false pretenses, after being out 20 hours, came in at 10:50 with a verdict of "not jgnilty."

Ex-justice Strong's Condition.

MOHONK LAKE,

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N.~ Y., Aug. 9.—Ex-

Jnstice Strong is reported to be in about

condition today as yesterday,

unconscious most of the tima.

STARS ARE IN THE SKY ALL DAY.

The stars are In the sky all day. Each linked coil of Milky Way And every planet that we know Behind the sun is circling slow. They sweep, they climb with stately tread, Venus the fair, and Mars the red, Saturn engirdled with clear light Or Jupiter with moons of white. Each knows his path and keeps duo tryst. Not even the smallest star is missed From those wide fields of deeper sky Which gleam and flash mysteriously, As if God's outstretched fingers must Have sown them thick with diamond dust. There are they all day long, but we, Sun blinded, have no eyes to see.

The stars are in the sky all day, But when the sun has gono away, And hovering shadows cool the west, And call the sleepy birds to rest, And heaven grows softly dim and dun— Into its darkness one by one Steal forth those starry shapes all fair— We say steal forth, but they were there. Where all day long, unseen, unguessed, Climbing the sky from east to west. The angels saw them wh«0 they hid, And so perhaps the eagles did, For they can face the sharp sun ray Nor wink nor heed to look away. But we, blind mortals, gazed from far And did not see a single star.

I wonder if the world is full Of other secrets beautiful, As little guessed, as hard to see, As this sweet starry mystery. Do angels veil themselves in space And make the sun their hiding place? Do white wings flash as spirits go On heavenly errands to and fro, While we, down looking, never guess How near our lives they crowd and press? If so, at life's set wo may see Into the dusk steal noiselessly Sweet faces that wo used to know, Dear eyes like stars that slowly glow, Poar hands stretched out to point, tho wayAnd deem tho night more fair than day. —Susan Coolidge in Congregationalist.

A RUNAWAY WHEEL.

"Fred, eld num, you are indeed fortunate, said I#s I leaned back in tho easy chair beforo the grate fire in his cozy home. "Yes, fortunate is the very word," he answered musingly. "Tho events of an hour changed the course of my life. If that hour had been left out of the day, I should not be the possessor of such a home, but would be back in the old bachelor quarters. They were not so bad, and there was only one woman for whom I would give them up. At that time she had refused me—was, in fact, engaged to another. "I have never before spoken of this, but what I have gained has been well earned. I was favored by fortune in that hour, but it was seizing the opportunity that made me successful. "A party of us had gone away on a wheeling trip. Wo were young, gay and joyous, and tlio weeks slipped by until it came time for us to think of returning. "From being in love with Emily Brant I becamo madly infatuated with her. Though she treated me in the most distant manner, I still thought, with the conceit of youth, that she cared a little for me. I was helped out in this idea by little incidents and trivial circumstances which led me to hopo she would accept me. "Iliad a rival—a man who did not seem to consider my actions of any importance. I could not .seem to make liim jealous in tho slightest degree. He had naturally a very self composed manner, but this aloue would not account for his bearing. "I came to tho conclusion that I must propose to Iiiily before, wo returned to the city, as I would .have a much better opportunity of -stating my case amid fa- I vorablo surroundings than in tho city with its bur-tLi and interruptions. "One afternoon wo were riding through a beautiful valley, and it so happened Emily and myself were quite a distance to tho rear of tho party. The road was smooth, tho trees arched overhead, tho sunlight, streamed in gold shafts through them, falling alternately upon Emily as sho rode her wheel so easily and gracefnllj*, lighting her beauty with a soft glow. I could keep silenco no longer, and riding close beside her, as wo sped on together, I told her how much I loved her and asked her to bo my wife.

Then came the breaking of tho dream I had had for so many weeks aud months. In a few words I learned there was no hopo for nic that though she admired and respected me sho had never thought of me in any other way that there was already an understanding between Mr. Fernow and herself, and that their engagement was soon to be announced. "At first I could hardly believe my ears. Wo rodo tho rest of the way in silence. For mo tho glory of tho day had departed. It was as if a haze, like tho melancholy haze of Indian summer, through which I should see all things for all time, had closed .around mo. "If it had been possible, I should have left that night for tho city, but circumstances compelled me to accompany the party on' one last ride. "I never saw a gayer set of peoplo than we wero when we started the next day. Some of them guyed me a little about my lack of gayety, but I answered that I was to leave tho next day and felt sad in consequence. "Wo were to rido down one valley, then descend a mountain into another valley. I was the only one in tho party Who had been over the road, and it was KO long ago I had partially forgotten it. When we began to descend the mountain, I told them we had better walk, is the road was very steep. They took my advice for a time, and we had gone the greater part of the way, when one of the party, in a spirit of frolic, mounted his wheel and dared the others to do likewise. "Thinking we were almost at the foot of the mountain, we all followed his example. I was riding in the lead, Earnest Fernow was close beside ma Suddenly, on turning a bend, we came upon a pitch in the road so steep as to greatly alarm us. "We had all been riding" at good speed. This in itself would have mattered, little had each one of us had oar

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•wheels under perfect control, but timidity, carelessness or fright might mean great danger. "I saw Earnest Fernow turn white and jam his brake down hard, while he back pedaled with all his might. Suddenly we were startled by a cry of fear —a cry for help, 'Earnest, save me!' The nest instant Emily Brant sped by us. She had lost control of her wheel. "Fernow paid no heed. He was too frightened himself. He turned his bicycle into the bank and jumped. Even at the speed with which she was going I knew she realized he had deserted her. "Unless you have been similarly placed, you cannot understand the ghastly feeling of horror that comes over you as you know your wheel is beyond your control on a steep mountain. There is no way to stop but by turning into the bank and taking a headlong plunge, and the chances of injury or death, or to keep on, while the speed increased with each revolution of the wheels, and tho chances of escape grow less. "I realized if I started in pursuit my wheel would be in a moment more beyond my controL Still, my opportunity had come, and I did not hesitate. A moment more, rnd I was close behind her. I had no idea up to this time what I should do, but as my wheel, owing to superior weight, closed up the gap between us my thoughts began to take form. "The road, fortunately, was almost straight. I remembered that where it camo upon the valley there was a wide, shallow river. It came down the mountain at right angles to this river, then turned to the left. There was a small open lield between the road and river. I knew that instinctively she would try to turn away from tho river. In that case she would be hurled against amass of rock through which the road had been cut.

"I

must reach her before wo came upon the river. For a time our speed was terrific. The rocks and trees seemed to be strangely blurred as they sped by. We could feel the air like a resisting wall through which wo were plunging. Then we came upon a rise in the road, almost a hill, which reduced our speed somewhat, and I came nearer her. "As I came close beside her wheel she turned her head as if she could not bear the sight of the water toward which we were plunging. "She saw me, and in all the horror that surrounded us I felt a great happiness, for there was trust, confidence and admiration in that look. It said, 'You will save me.' "Up to that time I believe she thought she was riding to death -alone. "Then I was close beside her, and as we came toward the turn in the ro id I reached over and seized, for one instant, the handle bars of her wheel, keeping both wheels pointed for the open field und the river. "There was a minute's jar as we crossed the field, then the river seemed to spring forward to m^et us. There was a dull shock, and a plunge into the water. "I found myself, when I had recovered from tho force of tho blow, half standing, half floating in the shallow water holding Emily Brant, who was white and unconscious. The landscape seemed to bo spinning round like a top. "I realized we had escaped serious injury, as the river had acted as a cushion and lessened the force of tho impact as wo plunged from our wheels. Sho scon revived, bat was very weak and dizzy. That night tho order of firings was changed. I remained, and it was Fernow who left for tho city. "From that day the haze of Indian summer that threatened to envelop my life has given place to the glory of noontide.

For a moment or two as Fred ceased speaking wo both sat looking at tho grato fire whero the coals glowed in the ruddy flame.

I was hinking, knowing Fred as well as I did, that Emily might well consider that hour a fortunate hour for her, though at tho time it carried with it a groat dread, Imt all I said was, "Thanks for tho story, old man."—Henry E. Haydock in Once a Week.

Lead Pencils.

The ordinary sized lead pencil, such as one gets when he goes into a store and asks for "a lead pencil," is seven inches in length and tr'.flo more than a quarter of an inch thick. Pencils are made in many different styles and shapes and for many uses. Special pencils of very small diameter are made for mathematical instruments. Another .-mull diameter pencil is the programme [A ncil made for dancing orders, of vliMi tho sale in this country is estimated a! 5,000 gros3 annually. Programme pencils are made round and hexagon in shape and finished in a variety of colors and styles. Some are wound with silk. Programme pencils are sold sharpened and with a ring and a cord and tassel attached, ready for use. Other small pencils made are those used for tablets and memorandum books. Checking pencils, with red, blue and green crayons, are now used extensively in commercial establishments and by express and railroad companies and in almost every office. Thousands of gross of Checking pencils are sold annually, and the sale of them is constantly increasing. Crayon pencils for various uses are made of all colors and in many tints.—New York Sun.

Acid In Oysters.

In a paper read before the Paris Academy of Sciences, as reported in La Nature, Messrs. Chatin and Muntz described their experiments to determine the amount of phosphorus in different kinds of oysters. "A dozen oysters of the variety known as Portuguese contained four grams (62 grains) of phosphoric acid, representing one gram of the tribasic phosphate of lime found in boxes. The French oysters are less rioh. They contain only two-thirds as much

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hosphorus as the Portuguese oysters, determination is important from the point of view of the nutritive projPrtise of different kinds of oysters."

FOE LITTLE FOLKS.

HOW THEY CAGE TIGERS:

A Little Bundle of Blazing Straw Frightens the Wildest Beast. A writer who paid a visit to Jamrach's wild beast establishment in London has this to say:

Now, there are at the moment I ara writing two beautiful Bengal tiger cubs in one of the cages. The cubs are old enough to be dangerous, so if I tell you the way I saw them put into the cage they now inhabit you will know a little of how wild animals are transferred from one place of confinement to another.

The boxes that tigers and lions come in are not very big—just big enough to allow the inmates to lie comfortably. This, besides saving freight, prevents the animal from using his full strength, and perhaps in case of fright or frenzy from bursting the box.

Well, the box with the tiger cubs was placed in front of and partly in the open cage. A sliding door iu the box was then lifted, and the cubs darted forward at the meat that was lying in the far corner of the cage to tempt them. Meanwhile the box was quickly withdrawn, and the barred gate of the cage was quickly shut.

It is easy, however, to transfer an animal from a confined box to a large cage. He is going then from captivity to comparative liberty. It is not so easy—indeed it is extremely difficult.—to get him to go through the reverse process, to walk from a large cage into a box. If there be time, he can always be made to do it quietly enough.

Give him no food in the large cage, but put it in the box. He may even hold out for days. Hunger, however, will prove in the end stronger than his fears, and he will, with a growl, make a dash for tho joints, when the trap will be closed against him.

It isn't always possible to wait for hunger to make liim submit. Perhaps the animal is wanted tomorrow, and the dealer has got the order only today and must catch the train with him at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. What is to be done now?

Here man's superior intelligence shows itself. It is fear that prevents the animal from entering the box, and this fear must be overcome by a greater fear. This is an easy matter to the animal dealer, with his knowledge of animals.

He simply sets light to a little bundle of dry straw in the cage. This is enough. The animal's fear of fire makes him fly at any outlet of escape.—Little Folks.

A Funny Composition.

A newspaper recently printed this funny composition, which was written by a Japanese boy and was sent to the paper by the English teacher in Japan to whom it was handed by the boy. It was on the whale: "The whale live in the sea and ocean of all the country. He is a large and strong in among of kinds of all the fish, and its length reach to 90 foot frouijjTO foots, and its color almost is a dark, and he has a large head. When swim in the up water, he is so large as Island. When struck the water on angry, he is so voice as ring great deal thunder. If he danced make the storm without winds, and also blow the water almost lay down the fog on the weather. His the form is proper to live for his front legs make hire and after legs is no, and the tails is a Hire that open on the up waters, and the mouth have no leaves, but. have leaves that is a hard narrow beard as with horns. His bodys though is a fi:- h, but he is not a fish, but is a creatures. His leaves is named whalesleaves. The men make the everything with it. Every years to seven or eight month from four to five month, the whaler men catch on the sea or ocean. Ko many live on the sea of North-sea-wav or five island, of Hirado on Hi gen Country in Japan. Written by T. Hirakawa. "P. S.—Tho tell of tho whale is more, but I do not know fully to tell.

Won by Girls.

This year the three prizes offered for the best year's work in the Brooklyn public schools have all been won by girls. Each will receive a year's membership in the Brooklyn library. These are known as the mayor's prizes and were established some years ago by Seth Low. The successful pupils arc Elizabeth A. Flanagan of public school No. 1 E. Frances Southart of No. 15 and Mabel E. Kennedy of No. 20.

Her First Picnic.

Little Mabel, aged 4, came home from her first picnic a very tired little girl. "Did you have a good time, doar?" "Yes, auntie. We played and ate thin:.'s all tho time, but wasn't it queer, auntie, wo didn't pick any nicks?"

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Ernest 4 years old whon ho saw his first .nkey, which was on the street with a hand organ man. Ho rushed into tho house, saying: "Mamma, mamma! Him looks liko a man, but him am a kitty. "—Youth's Companion.

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An elephant sat on some kegs And juggled glass bottles and eggs. And he said, "I surmise

This occasions surprise— Bat, oh, dear, how it tires one's legs!" —St. Nicholas.

GEMS IN VERSE.

The Sweetest Sons-

There are many songs in this merry earth As we hurry along life's way There are songs of sorrow and sangs of mirth

And melodies grave aud gay.

There are sad, sweet songs which the poets sing As they chant in their ladies' bower There are battle songs, when the heavens ring,

And songs for the festal hour.

But the tender strain of the mother's song As she holds her babe to her breast And fondles her darling the whole night long

Is sweeter than all the rest. —Albert Hardy.

Johnny on Easy Writing. I don't believo 'twas hard to do When Homer wrote of Troy. There were 110 rules for him to watch,

No grammars to annoy.

Yon see, no one had tried before To write this brand new speech, So Chaucer fixed it his own way

For all the schools to teach.

It wasn't bad when Shakespeare lived The right 110 one could tell. There were 110 dictionaries then—

No wonder he wroto well.

Now it gets harder all the time Each word must mean just so. The very turn you'd like the best

Is one that will not go. —Anna C. Murphy.

Kiss Her Every Day.

Reader, have you got a wife? Kiss her every day. 'Tis the duty of yuur life

To kiss her every day. Tell her that the world is graced By such as she—the true, the chastp— Then put your arm around her waist

And kiss her every day.

Tell her that she's growing prettier Every dawning day, a#?Dearer, nearer, wiser, wittier.

Kiss her every day. Many lives are graveward carried, Wounded, bruised and hurt and harried. They stopped their sparking when they married.

Often that's the way.

Tell your wife how much you'd miss her If she went away. Take her in your arms and kiss her

Forty times a day. Tell her she's your life and crown, Never leave her with a frown, Keep your ugly temper down,

And kiss her every day.

Winter, summer, rain or shine, Never sulk and blame. Spring or autumn, never whine

For your own good name. Sometimes she'll bo cross and cold, Never mind, she's good as gold. Let her have her little scold,

And kiss her just the same.

When there's something wrong with baby, Kiss her every day. 'Twill help to soothe her worry, maybe.

Kiss her every day. Ki.-is h"r when her soul is sad, Kiss her when her heart is glad, Be your fort-lice good or bad,

Kiss her every day.

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He had no slang to guard against He spelled the easiest way. The subjects were not threadbare then

Because ho had first say.

And Dante had it easy, too, In Florence when ho wrote. He made each phrase as lie went on

There were no words to quote.

The common talk of every day Was good enough to use. "Too trite" was something never heard

There were 110 terms to choose.

Old Chaucer had 110 task at all

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Ho wrote what came along He put down just what people said And couldn't spell words wrong.

—Toronto World.

33y KutJicrs.

I tell yon what I'd rulher do— Ef I only had my ruthers— I'd rulher work when 1 wanted to .*r-

Tk::n ba bossed round by other*. I'd want to kind o' git tho v\ving (V what was needed first, by jmgl

Afore 1 sweat at anything! Et' I only had my ruthers. In fact, J'd aim to be the samo

With all men as my brothers, And they'd be all the same with me— Ef I only h:id my ruthers. The poor 'ud git. their dues some times—

Ef I only had my ruthers— And be paid dollars 'stid o' dimes, For children, wives and mothers.

Their boys 'at. stokes their girls 'at sews— For others, not herself, God knows I Tho grave her only change of clothes 1 Ef I only had my ruthers. They'd all have "stuff" and time enough

To answer one another's Appealin prayer for "lovin care"— Ef I only had my ruthers. They'd be few folks 'ud ast fer trust—

Ef I only had my ruthers— And blame few business men to bust Theirselvos or hearts o' others.

Big guns 'at come here durin fair Week could put up jest anywhere And find a-full and plenty there— Ef I only had my ruthers. The rich and great 'ud 'sociate

With all their lowly brothers Feolin wo done the lionoruu— Ef I oidy had my ruthers.

James Whitcomb Riley.

Musings.

Thero fire 7100ms unwritten and songs unsung Sweeter than any that ever wero heard, Poems that wait for an angel tongue,

Songs that wait for a paradisu bird.

Thoro are lives unseen and hidden away Down in the darkness and shadows of earth, Lives so grand that the angels say

Blessed tho mothers who gave them birth.

Filled with kind words and loving deeds, Treasured by hearts that are crushed with woo. Sowing, perchance, of hope tho fair seeds,

Yielding its fruit as the years come and go.

Lifting the fallen, cheering the faint, With a message of comfort sweet solace to bring. Listening to poverty's pitiful plaint,

I11 lowly placcs a promise to sing.

Bearing so patiently burdens unknown, Save to tho eyes of the Father abovo, Sitting iu "solitary places," alone,

Oft going swift 011 his errands of love.

Ill touch with the Infinito—nobly sublime— Unsoiled by the contact with earth's sin and shamo, Willingly sharing its woes for a timo,

Compassionately, pitying all, "in his name."

The poem, unwritten, shall some time have birth The song, unwritten, shall some time be sung, Tho life, uncrowned with honors of earth,

Shall shine with his glory tho saints among. —M. E. McPherson.

Goodness.

Still from the unsatisfying quests A To know tho final plan, I turn my soul to w'-at is best

In nature and in man.

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