The Syracuse Journal, Volume 1, Number 21, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 17 September 1908 — Page 2

Syracuse Journal WALKER & FANCIL. SYRACUSE, - - IND. A needle has only eye, but It iooks ■harp just the same. Opinions differ as to whether It’s better to sting or be stung. There are dogs so good-natured that they can look pleasant while wearing a muzzle. Beware of the old oaken bucket, the Iron bound bucket, the germ covered bucket that hangs in the well. g ' ' i ■ “There will be no war with Japan,” says Fighting Bob. Now let Hobson iftLgo and Count Okuma imagine a vain thing, ' Balloons may be well enough wheh one is going somewhere, but they are not worth a cent when one /wants to come back. It is lucky for Uncle Sam that he didn’t buy any ifew battleships with what he had coming from the Standard Oil .Company. The sale of hats that are more tihgn eighteen inches in diameter is forbidden In Switzerland. That is probably a land of saddened widows. Owing to the limitations imposed by the statute, no severer punishment than hanging can be legally inflicted upon the man who kidnaps a littlte girl; Now King Leopold will begin to feel the pinch of hard times in earnest. This Is getting to be a sad world for the divinely appointed rulers of men. A writer in aj popular magazine de- , scribes dynamite as “canned thunder.” If he should try to use a can-opener on It he might find that he had spoken better than he knew. Once in a whilfe it comes with a great shock to a girl to find out that a man never notices th j difference between a 49-cent shirtwaist and one that cost $27.85. 1 I In America money makes for vulgarity; In Europe for meanness.—The London Times. If you take the cash, apparently you may as well let the. credit go. ■ ■■ The inscription, “Made in Germany,”, to be seen on so many of the picture post cards sent out to advertise the beauties of American scenery, should be less conspicuous* It takes up too much »pace. " J ■ . A professor thinks he has evidence that monkeys reason instead of merely imitating human beings. Evolutionists will say that it may not be so humiliating, after all, to pave descended from apes. •The’ simplified spelling board says twenty thousand persons have agreed to adopt the simple spelling. But what of it? There are many times that many persons- in the country who can’t follow any method correctly. “We build clothes for the man and not man for the clothes,” said the tailors recently in convention assembled. There is economy in this, for it is said .that, it takes nine tailors to make a man. /Anyway, it ought to suit e’verybody. The miscarriages of justice which we continually see are not the. result of venality or incompetence. They are i the result of the fine-split technicalities [ which have grown out of generations of technical study by clear and analytical minds. Nearly all of them are logical from generally accepted premises. In the aggregate their result is almost a breakdown of our Judicial System. It is to this country that the world looks for a crop of 3,000,000,000 bushels of com am 14,000,000 bales of catton. The farmers of other countries have not succeeded in raising these indispensable articles. Why they have) not mastered :he science of the cornfield and cotto i plantation Is too large a subject to be enlarged on here? The American people might well hold an annual com and cotton exposition, a joint exhibit of these products In their uses, which ,a|re multiplying and advancing all the time. Such a festival would crown tjie year of bounty, adding fresh interest to the season of the haryest home and qf thanksgiving. As Americans learn more about the Chinese and the Japanese, they find new traits to admire. When China was Informed that the government of the United States Intended to return about ten million dollars of the indemnity awarded for the Boxer outrages, the Chinese government promptly announced its intention of using the money for the purpose of educating Chinese youths in this country. Thus, not only will the money return here eventually, by the best of all titles, but meantime it will tyave been conferring the permanent benefit of a better understanding between the two peoples. Could any Western nation have done a moire graceful thing? The new prison which New York is about to build to replace the Sing Sing prison has been planned in accordance with modern Ideas of the duty which the state owes to those whom it is pun-

ishing. The cells are to be made of steel covered with a porcelain enamel in such away that they can be kept absolutely clean. Each cell will have a wash basin, water closet and running water, besides a bunk for the inmate and a steel case in which he may keep his papers. The cell tiers will be surrounded by a large air-space to secure proper light and ventilation. We have not yet reached the point where it is thought wise to treat the moral Invalids by the state for the cure of their moral Ills as physical Invalids are treated, but the criminals are dealt with much more wisely now than in the days when John Howard began his crusade for the reform of the English prisons. /Statistics just compiled by the government show that 480,450,042 tons of coal, valued at $614,831,549, were produced in the United States last year. It was the largest yearly output of coal in this country, exceeding ours of 1906 by. 66,292,764 tons, and exceeding that of Great Britain in 1907 by 180,480,373 tons. No stronger illustration of the advance industrially of the United States could be given than'the fact that our coal production, with corresponding consumption, last year was 60 per cent larger than that of Great Britain, which until a few years ago was' the leading coal producer of the world. With its immense fields of. both anthracite and bituminous coal, it is natural that Pennsylvania should lead all states in production. Its output last year was 85,604,312 tons of anthracite, valued at $163,584,056,. and 150,321,437 tons of bituminous, valued at $155,837,770, making a total production of 235,925,749 tons, worth $319,421,826 at the mines. Illinois ranks second as a coal producing state for the first time, having passed in 1907 its rival for this position, Wfst Virginia. Illinois’ output of coal last year was 51,317,146 tons, & valued at $54,687,382, while West Virginia’s output was 48,-' 091.583 tons, valued at $47,846,630. Ohio takes fourth place With a production of 32,142,419 tons, valued at $35,324,746. Indiana’s output was 13,985,713 tons, valued at $15,114,300. The total production of in this country ip 1907 was 394,845,730 tons, valued at $451,247,493, as against 342,874,867 tons, valued at $381,162,115, in 1906. The output of anthracite coal in 1907 was 85.604.312 tons, valued at $131,917,634. as against 71.282,411 tons, valued at $100,251,272, in 1906. To reduce by nearly half a billion tons in one year the coal supply of tips country is enough to make even : the most careless and prodigal pause and ponder on how long it will take, at such a rate, to exhaust the supply. Uncle Sam’s experts estimate that up to this, time the Nation has consumed about seven billion tons, and that as much coal was used during the past ten years as had been consumed during the preceding century. Within another century, they contend, the supply will be exhausted if consumption increases at the same rate as during the past ten years and no more precautions are taken to avoid waste. To avoid such waste, or, rather, to minimize the. losses in coal consumption, is the object of extensive fuel .investigations being made by the government under the direction of the. chief of the technological branch of the United States geological survey*. In part, the investigations: so far have shown the possibility of utilizing, through washing, coking, and brlqueting, poorer grades of coal than are now commonly used, while she gas ' producer process also produces superior results from lower grade coals. The Importance of economizing in the use of coal is emphasized by the facts set forth by the government’s statistics that a saving of only 1 per pent on the entire fuel bill of the country would amount to nearly $20,000,000 annually. Sound Theory, “In choosing a boarding house,” remarked the drug store philosopher, “always go where there are a couple of big dogs:” “Because baying dogs are conducive to sleep, I suppose?” asked the argumentative man, squaring around. “No,” replied the philosopher, “Listen: Dogs must be fed—and they are always willing. Scraps and left-over bits are their long suit. But where there are no dogs left-over bits accumulate. Is the, thrifty landlady gojng :o throw them away or is there going to be hash?” ' ■, It seemed to be a clincher, but the argumentative man had a say coming. “Whoever heard of a boarding house where there were a couple of big dogs?” he demanded. “And, anyway, hash Is good stuff,”: —Kansas City Times. Etiquette of the Hat. In reply to the question, “Please tell when and where are, or is, the correct time for a gentleman to lift or remove his hat,” we reply: Without*consulting authorities of etiquette; In fact, giving it to you offhand, so to speak, we. should say at the following times and on the following occasions, the hat should be lifted or removed, as circumstances indicate! When mopping the brow; when taking a bath; when eating ; when going to bed; when taking up a collection; when haying the hair trimmed; when being shampooed; when standing on the head.—Wichita (Kan.) Beacon. - If a baby will “miss her” when she goes out of the room, a woman is content to give up all her time to taking care of it By the time men become accustomed to the way women do their hair, the women adopt another style.

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FLINTY OF WORK ON THE FARMS.

By Secretary James Wilson. The productiveness of the United States along agricultural lines is not keeping pace with the growth of our population. Meats are dear because the slaughtering animals are falling behind the. population in 'relative numbers. Labor is scarce on the farm, and labor is dear on the farm because the factory, the forest, the mine and the railroad are taking away the farmer’s workers through wages fixed at rates which the farmer cannot afford to pay. The population of the United

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BECRETA.BY wilson. states is growing both by reason of the natural Increase of the families domiciled in America and by accretions through immigration from abroad, But the immigrants do not reach to th/j farm. Thq farmers who do come to us from foreign countries do not find their way to the farms of the country; and the immigration laws prevent American farmers from going to foreign countries and selecting there the prospective immigrants whose services could aid them. At no period of our history has the American farmer needed help so much as he needs it( this year. There are said to be hundreds of thousands of idle men in the United States, all of whonpcould secure employment on the farms —employment affording food, shelter and living wages. UNREASONABLE DELAYS OF OUR COURTS.

By William H. Taft. One reason for unreasonable delay in the lower courts is the disposition of the judges to wait an undue length of time in the writing of their opinions or judgments. I speak with confidence On this point, for I have sinned myself. In English courts the ordinary’ practice is for the judge to deliver his opinion immediately upon the close of the argument, and this is the practice which

ought to be enforced as far as possible in our courts of first instance. It is a great deal more important that the court of first instance should decide promptly than that it should decide right. Such practice of deciding cases at the close of the hearing makes the judge very much more attentive to the argument during its presentation, and much more likely to decide right when the evidence and the arguments are fresh in his mind. In the Philippines the system has been, adopted of refusing a judge his regular monthly stipend unless he can file certificate, with the receipt for the money, in which he certifies on honor that he had disposed of all the business submitted to him within the previous sixty days.

BARBERRIES. in scarlet clusters o’er the gray stone wall , The barberries lean in thin autumnal air; A Just when the fields and garden-plots are bare, And ere the green leaf takes the tint of fall, They come to make the eye .a festival! Along the road, for miles,' their torches flare, \ Ah, if your deep-sea coral were but rare (The damask rose might envy it withal) WJiat bards had sung your praises long ago, Called you fine names in honey-worded-books — The rosy tramps of turnpike and of lane, September’s blushes. Ceres’ lips aglow, Little Red-Ridinghoods, for your sweet looks I But your plebeian beauty is in vain. —Thomas Bailey Aldrich.

The Crelitude of a iSquaw “Therq» Bobby'! There. Kitty! Papa has played long enough. Run away .. now, or we won’t have any wood to burn next winter.” And, clapping his hat on his head

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ind seizing his axe, Mr. Joiner started for the forest, on the edge of which stood his little home, far down in the southern part of Alabama. Bobby ran after him shouting: “Pa?a, papa, let me go wlf you. I’ll be a good boy.” “Come alor<; then,” answered his father, “but hurry now, I’m very late.” And off they went, Bobby carrying his toy hatchet over his shoulder as his father carried his axe. Bobby played about happily for a long tline, now trying to cut down little trees with his hatchet, now hunting for wild grapes, and now peering into holes after rabbits; but at last, growing tired—for he was only four years old—he said: ' > “Papa, I reckon I’ll go home now to see mamma and get somefing to eat. I’ll carry her some fat lightwood to kindle her fire wlf.” And filling his arms with small sticks of pitch pine, Bobby started off. His father watched him a moment; but, seeing that he was in the right path to the house, he went on with his work until the horn called him home to dinner. Kitty ran to meet him, but Bobby was nowhere to be seen. A few questions and answers told the father that he had not been home, and, without waiting for his dinner, he turned back into the forest. He soon reached the spot where he had Last seen the child as he trudged toward home, and he began, a search among the trees on either side. After a time he discovered the tiny aripfuf of Lightwood which Bobby was carry-

This has bad a marvelously good effect in keeping the dockets of the court clear. One of the great difficulties with the profession of the law, whether the members are judges or advocates, is the disposition to treat the litigants as made for the courts and'the lawyers, and not the Courts and lawyers as made for the litigants. And as it is lawyers who in judicial committees of the legislature draft the codes of procedure, there is too frequently not present in as strong impelling force as it might be the motive for simplifying the procedure and making the final disposition of cases as short as possible. OUTRAGE OF CHILD LABOR, I

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and adding thought to hand labor; and you cannot have a good American head by taking the child from school and stunting mental growth by making the child a cog in even the finest machinery of what is called civilization. The American heart is still more important than the American head, and no State can ever prosper in the higher things—and the lower things always get their value from the higher things—which’persistently permits the incursion of greed over the heart of childhood. N’o federal interference is so terrible in my eyes as the permission upon the part of the nation that little children be practically enslaved to mere money making. The needs of the families of the poor must be relieved in some other way than compelling or allowing children to dispose of their childhood, with its freshness and dream, in order to maintain any system or institution or business whatsoever. '

EXCLUDE CHINESE COOLIES ONLY.

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a matter of public policy in which the “undesirable citizen” doctrine should be enforced to the limit, it is the immigration question.

ing home to his mother flung on the ground, evidently by an older hand a,nd longer arm than Bobby’s ; but no other track or trace could he find. The ground all about was covered thickly with soft pine needles, which would not only deaden the sound of footsteps, but would make no impression of them. He kept up the search, however, until’ darkness came upon him, when he returned home, hastily snatched a little food, and started for the home of his nearest neighbor to obtain help in his search. Dhys and weeks passed. Neighbors and friends for miles around had hunted for the lost boy, but could find not even a , clue to his whereabouts, and hope of ever seeing him again was well-nigh abandoned. Cold weather was close at hand, and Mr. Joiner had gone to his wood-chopping. \ • , Mrs. Joiner was busy in the kitchen one forenoon when a shadow darkened the window, and she glanced up to see an Indian squaw looking in upon her. She held a pappoose in her arms instead of carrying it in the customary way upon her back, and her eyes wore such a troubled look that Mrs. Joiner went at once to the door and beckoned her in, first making sure that the door into the bedrooin where * Kitty and the baby were sleeping was closed. “Me got sick pappoose,” said the squaw, stopping in the doorway. “You make her well?” “I’ll try,” answered Mrs. Joiner. “Let me see the baby. What is the matter with him?” and she pulled aside the blanket covering the pappoose. . “Him bery sick. Him choke. Him no bref,” said the mother, anxiously. Mrs. ’Joiner took the baby in her arms and listened to his labored breathing. “It’s not croup,” she said at last, “though it soon would have been if you had not brought him to me. May I put him into a warm bath?” For the poor little wretch was dirty to the last degree. . . Gaining the mother’s consent, she stripped the baby, put’ him into a Aot bath, and, when his breathing .seemed easier, she wrapped him in warm, clean flannels belonging to her own children, rubbed his chest with goose grease, and administered medicine and food. The little pappoose slept until nearly night, and when, on his waking, his mother wouM have taken him and departed, both' Mr. and Mrs. Joiner insisted that she should remain' all night and sleep on the kitchen floor. “Your baby will be sick again if you take him out now,” said Mrs. Joiner, “and he may die. Stay here to-night.” And she stayed. In the morning the little Indian was bright and lively, laughing and crowing like any healthy, happy baby. Mrs. Joiner cuddled and petted him until the squaw said : “You like my boy? You got no boy?” “No,” answered Mrs. Joiner. "I had one, but he got lost last summer, and we never could find him.” The woman started, then said:

By Dr. F. W. Gunsaulus. The American hand is a very valuable item for industry and skilled achievement; you cannot have a good American hand by taking the little American child and overworking that child in handiwork or making him a part of a great machine whdre his band is permitted to perform monotonous labor. The American head is more important than the American hand for planning

By Seth Low, President of Columbia. I am in favor of the purpose, but not the form, of thle Chinese exclusion act. It is an insult to an old, wise and proud race such as the Chinese to exclude their students nnd great- men from our shores. I am in sympathy with- the great object of the Chinese exclusio*^act— to* keep the Pacific coast free from the numerical preponderance of an Asiatic population. If there ever was

“How old you boy? What like him' Got blue eye? Curls on head? Walt straight—head lip?” ■ “Oh, yes, yes,” answered Mrs. Joiner. “Where is he? Do you know’ Can you take me to him? Quick' Quick! < . “I find he. You make my boy well I find yours, ,-i go, but I come agair soon. Trust me.” And the squaw went swiftly into the forest, carrying her pappoose on her back, and leaving Mrs. Joiner almost wild between hope and fear. • -■<<■ A week passed, and the squaw hac not reappeared; but toward night near the. end of the second week, she came silently into the kitchen door leading by the hand the lost boy. Witt a shout of Joy he sprang into his moth er’s arms and buried his face in hei neck. In the joyful tumult which followed the squaw turned and was stealing away as silently as she had come when Mrs. Joiner ran after and de tained her. “Wait!” she said. “You must have food and stay the night with us, anc you will tell us where you found oui boy.” The woman shook her head. “Me nc tell,” she said. “Great chief kill mt if he know I steal the boy. He like boy. He want make him big chief. Me no tell. You good to me aijd my pap poose, and me tank you. Me get youi boy, but—” and, shaking her head Ir a meaning way, she swiftly disappear ed in the forest, and no one in the neighborhood ever saw or heard of hei again—Every Othen Sunday. King Edward as a Farmer, i The rich crop of prizes which the king’s cattle and sheep have won al the Bingley Hall show, Birmingham, li the latest demonstration of his success as a farmer, of which he is so deserved ly proud. When the king .began breeding nearly forty years ago the Sandringham farn lauds were in an almost hopeless con dition, barren and barely capable o’ cultivation. To-day, according to Ride: Haggard, “Tt is a wonderul farm, fo’ nowhere is so much high-bred stock t< be seen on the same area.” But probably nowhere will you fine such an array of plates and cups wor at SHOWS' as that which Sandringhan: boasts. At a single exhibition the kinj once won no fewer than fourteen firs prizes. In 1903 he captured five firs' prizes and cups, in addition to nume r ous seconds and thirds; in 1904 hi: prizes numbered twenty, in 1905 he woi a champion plate, a challenge cup am eighteen other prizes, including foui firsts, while last year be took at th: Smithfield Show ten firsts, nine “breed’ cups and plates, six other prizes am several “highly commendeds,” and ev ery prize winner he has bred himself.— Westminster Gazette. If a man owns a horse and buggy his wife may claim that she is abso lutely impartial, but it is always hei kin she takes riding.

Stuart’s Last Battle. At a reunion in Richmond, some one asked an old Confederate cavalryman what was his most thrilling memory of the War of the Rebellion. The New York Sun records his reply; “It was near the beginning of what historians now call the Wilderness campaign,” he began. “I was with Jeb Stuart, General Fitz Lee’s division, Wickham’s brigade, and Phil Sheridan's troops were hanging on us like a pack of hungry wolves, nipping us at every turn. “We had been marching and fighting pretty steadliy for more than two weeks, with little rest. We left Hanover Junction about i o’clock one night and reached Yellow Tavern before 10 o’clock the next morning. We hadn’t more than halted at the tavern when up came Sheridan to drive us out. “It was a tough struggle, a hand-to-hand fight, and we fell back from the tavern, but held our position on the telegraph road leading to Richmond. I was with the battery on the extreme left "wing, and it was about 2 o’clock In the afternoon when orders came forthe whole division, excepting the First Virginia, to dismount,, but hold our positions. -—“lt seemed good, after so many hours In the saddle, to stretch out on the ground and take a smoke. There was just one pipeful among that whole battery, and the boy who owned it passed it down the line, and each man took his turn pulling at it. ’“lt wasn’t long before some fellow wished for a drink of water. You know how It is, when one man wishes for water, the whole company begins to die of thirst; so’Jack Saunders and I took a bunch of canteens and started over the hill to a spring he had seen that morning during our scrimmage with the Yanks. “I was on my hands and knees over the spring when I heard Saunders’ grunt of surprise. He was staring . through the trees, “There, only a few hundred yards ' away, was a considerable body of cavalry. Making sure that it was pur right wing, I wondered to see them mounted and in ranks. Just then the voiec of an officer rang out: “‘Cavalry! Attention! Draw saber!’ “The entire line moved forward at a quick walk, and as the officer wheeled his horse, I saw his face. It was Custer! “The situation came to Saunders and tne like a flash. We threw down the canteens and started back to the battery on a dead run. i “ Trot 1’ Custer's voipe rang out igaln. The next instant he shouted, Charge!’ i “With wild cheers, his cavalry dashed forward in a sweeping gallop, attacking our entire left wing at the same time. We saw our battery takta, aur line broken, and our men running like sheep. “Saunders and I, had but one thought, to join our fleeing company. As we reached the telegraph road, ibove the din of battle I heard Jeb Stuart’s voice. There he was, making a stand with a handful of men around him. Thank God, I had sense enough to join them ! "It seemed but a moment before Custer’s troops’were coming back as fast is they had gone forward. They had aiet the First Virginip. We greeted them with the rebel yell and our last round. “Jeb Stuart cheered us on. ah. how tie cheered us! I gave them my last shot, and was , following with my weapon clubbed, when I saw a man, who had been dismounted and was running out, turn as he passed our rally and fire his pistol. “The enemy rallied just across the road, and fired a volley into the little >and gathered around Jeb Stuart His horse sprang forward with a Scream trf agony, and sank down on its knees. As we lifted the general off, the young officer who was helping me exclaimed: “ ‘General, you are wounded! Your flothes are soaked with blood! You nust leave the field, sir!’ “ ‘No,’ General Stuart answered, ‘I will not leave until victory is assured. Set me another horse.’ “When I returned with the horse, he tvas seated with his back against a tree, and when he tried to get up, weakened by loss of blood, he sank back again. ’ “ ‘Go!’ he commanded us. ‘I am lone for. Fitz Lee needs every man. I order you to go.’ “‘We cannot obey that order, general,’ the young officer told him, and I’ll never forget the look that came' iver his face when he faced the general. ‘We must carry you to a place c>f safety however the battle goes.’ “ ‘lt must not go against us,’ Stuart replied, and the thought seemed to put fresh vigor In his body. ‘You must put me horse and keep me there. My men must not know that I am wounded ’ “We lifted him on his horse, and mounting our own, we held him in his saddle. When the tide of battle turn-

«!, Btippol 1 US last effort b -B "‘Go baelgßen!' 1 e crPd. -gjM men: Go bx J and ' o “We felt Mm sw; y in the The young officer t irned o U r heads to the rear, a id we carried fainting general fr«. n the field, stfn holding him upright, in the saddle. | ’“That was Stuart s last battle and Custer’s most brillia.it charge.” Resented tlie Insmlt-. Many were the thrilling episodes and 4 adventures of the great war which fell In fascinating recita; from the lips of General Sherman, but they are eithei recorded ia the pages of his autobiog raphy, or are too leng and discursive to set down here. .One little flash ol humor is, worth preserving from all the war talk which we enjoyed. “General Thomas," said he, "junloi to me in rank, but senior in service, was a stern disciplinarian. He had received many compla uts about the pilfering ani plundering committed bj one of his brigades, and, being resolved to put this offense dewn, he issued somevery strict: orders, menacing with death any who should transgress. The _ brigade ii, question wore for its badg/4i an acorn,'in silver or gold, and the .-men were inordinately fond of this distinctive Sign. Several cases, of disobedience had been re ported to the general, but he evidence was neverjstrong enough for decisive actiqp, until one day, riding with an orderly down a bylane outside the past,’ Thomas came full upon an Irishman wh<>. having laid aside his rifle, with which he had killed a hog, was busily engaged in skinning the animal with his sword-bayonet, sc , as to make easy work with the bristles, etc., before cooking some pl ark chops. “ ‘Ah,’ cried the general} ‘you rascal ! at last I have caught one of you in the act. There is no mistake about it this - time, and 1 will mu lie aj example o* J you, sir.’ ‘“Bedad! General. hon(y!’ said the man, straightening himpelf u| and coming to the saint-. ‘it’s not shootin’ me that you ought to b( at, but rewardin' me.' . - “ ‘What do you mean, sip'?’ exclaimed General Thomas. “‘WhV’Nour honor!’ the soldier replied, /m™ bad baste here, had J'ist been dlstoratin’ the rigid entai badge, and so I forced tofoispatch him. It’s ’atiu' the acorns ■ foiind him atS Even General Thomas w./s. obliged to '• laugh at this, and the > '/lier saved, his life by his wit.”-—Sir Edur'ln Arnold’s letter to London Telegraph. ' The Jlatehnuiii's jSliost, In the autumn of ISGII wb\le Com.ji pany C, Twenty-eighth P.| Y., in/fantryß were doing picket d ity -)i'-ng the tomac near Nolan's Fer-w \Li,. a man of that .company., i.l.uued man, was put on a post On a with instructions to keep his eyes upon ’ the river in order* to det set any bpat in crossing the river from the opposite side. Kauffman espied a log with a dead branch standing ud from it, the ’ log floating leisurely doirn with the } cubrent. On top of thel branch was seated a small white owl 1 . It looked weird enough in the, bright moonlight to Kauffman, and he imm ediatel(r chaltengied, "Who goes dere!”| Back came I , the answer from the owl, “Whoo. whoo!”- “Yes, dot is vat say, who!” No reply from the owl. Kauffman immediately fired his rifle at it, and the owl flew straight at him! with its peculiar cry, whoo, to-whoo. The Dutchman dropped his rifle and, with a screech, ran to the reserve post, with the owl following close oyer his head. “Took him avay, took him avay.” The reserve rim out to see whsrt-the noise was, asking Kauffman whi t the trouble was. “Veil. pays. I shoot |at ghost und he run right at me, and hei nearly’catcb me.” About this time one of the reserves had caught, the owl that flew into the bough house the boys had built for shelter. He brought it out and asked the Dutchman if that was his ghost. Says Kauffman, i You dink I was some tarn fools? You dink I toant know a ghost ven I sees hi n from s»me bird?” Afterwards when any -of ,the boys would hear an owl hoot, they would call to Kauffman and say, “Run, Dutch, there is another /one of yoiir ghosts.” Sometimes when Kauffman was boasting of his bravelry, some one of the company would hike all the wind out of his sails by asking him if he had seen a ghost lately.^—L. Rlundin, In ’ the Volunteer. Au Old Bomb. When the Army of the Potomac, In the spring of ’62. movifig into the fortification at Manasses band Centerville, the "boys spent much jof their time gathering relics fron the battlefield of Bull Run to send home to their friends. One day a gawky meihber of the Fourth New York brought; in an unexploded bomb and. sta -ted t<| extract the load before sending it away*. He should have taken it to an artillery man, but instead he took it to a blacksmith shop, and with a hammer and cold chisel, sat down on the floor, took the bomb between his legSj placed the brass screw at the point aind give it a heavy blow. When the boys rushed .0 seej what was the matter, there the foan sat bolt upright in the midst of the debris, with his legs stretched out. a hainmer in" one hand and a chisel in the other. “Gosh,” he said, as he s owly crawled to his feet, “I guess the folks’t home ’ll have to get along ’thout that shed.” The only injury that had beeit done . him was the singeing of his hair and whiskers. He wasn’t even very much frightened till the next lay,—-New York Recorder.