The Progressive Farmer from Winston-Salem, North Carolina • Page 5

POETRY. from the head of the line, and shot them all from two to four-times each with THE NEW STYLES The Tragedy of Buck Island. placealook sides with the Federal soldiers, went with them as scouts or guides, or on their own! responsibility organized- bands of cut-throats and Are fast running into MAHOGANY, CURLY BIRCH and BIRD'S EYE MAPLE. We are showing rare bargains. you more Styles at lower prices Write for ourBargain Sheet! of Plan The Very Best Makes.

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"Heaven is not reached at a single bound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to the summit, round by round. "I count this thing to be grandly true, That a noble deed is a step toward God, Lifting the soul from the common sod To a purer air and a broader view. "We rise by the things that are under feet, By what we have mastered of greed and gain, By the pride disposed and the passion slain, And the vanquised ilia that we hourly meet. "We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light; But our hearts grow weary, and ere the night Our lives are trailing the sordid dust "We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we pray, And we think that we mount the air on winga. Beyond the recall of sensual things, While our feet still chug to the heavy clay.

Wines for the anzels. but feet for the We borrow the wings to find the way; We may hope and aspire and resolve and pray, But our feet must rise or we fall again. "Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls; But the dreams depart and the vision And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of ofnno I "Heaven is not reached at a single bound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to the summit, round by round." J. Holland. HOUSEHOLD, SNOW CREAM.

Beat the whites of three eggs to a froth add gradually three rounding tablespoonf ula of powdered sugar. Beat until very stiff; flavor with one tablespoonf ul of sherry and half a tea spoonful of vanilla. Add gradually half a pint of whipped cream, meas ured beore whipping. 8tir it in very carefully and 'serve immediately in OOLD CONSOMME. To prepare cold consomme, chop and pound a fowl and put it into a jar with three pounds of minced beef gravy.

Add to it a cleansed calf a foot, a car rot, an onion, six cloves, six pepper corns, saic 10 tasie ana pour on two hours by Rtauding the jar in boiling waten Siraiu, season and pour into cups to cool. OMELETTE SOUFFLE. Beat the yolks of three eggs until light, add one fourth teaspoontul oi vanilla. Beat the whites of six eggs to froth add gradually three rounding tableepbonf uls of powdered sugar, and beat until very stiff. Pour over thia the yolks and mix carefully.

Place in escallop dishes or on small sauce dishes eift powdered sugar lightly over the top, place in a moderate oven for from siz3. Serve at once. NO OBJECTIONS TO CHILDREN Fond mother (accompanied by small sot) "I see you take children at this hotel Summer hotel proprietor (glancing genially at many little boarders) jea, madame, of course. How do you do, my little man!" Small cherub "Non o' your business." Fond mother baby, you should not speak so to the gentleman." Cherub "I will." Fond mother 4 'Bless his 'ittle heart, Wc ee know ee shouldn't speak: so to mamma? Say, 'I'm very well, to the nice gextleman." Cberub "I won't." Foad mother 'Merc 1 Don't throw your ball that way. You'll break a windo w.

Children are so innocent and Pyful that" Proprietor "I beg your pardon, Madame. I said we fcxfk children, and we do; but it is my duty to warn you that we have measles, and whooping-cugh, and chicken-pox, and 'scarlet and shall pox in the hotel, and fie childrenf have something that looks like Asiatic colera Thank fate, 8he'a Weekly. JOHNNY IN THE HARVEST FIELD. Fatherand mother and sister Lil Are down by the dark blue sea, I'm on the farm with Uncle Bill, Who ia making it hot for mel-Ex. heir pistols.

I being at the foot of the line was the las one, and at the flash of the first pistol shot aimed at me at close range. Pfell to the ground as if dead. The balL which wounded me, passed through my right arm, for I turned sideways to them as they shot me, and the bullet cut the artery in my arm. Wnen tney were dragging our bodies to throw them into the river, hey stopped to feel my pulse, but, fortunately for me, they felt the side which had already been wounded. A8the pulsation at the wrist was ab sent, they threw me with the others into the river, like so many hogs.

As I was plunged into the water, unfortunately I became slightly strangled and coughed. Someone said, 'Stick your saber into his t-d but I had floated out from the hank, be ond the reach of this weapon, when they shot at me again but missed me. As they fired I held my breath and. sank under the water, and they turned and left me for dead. i "I fl ated under some driftwood which had caught in the trees on the bank of the river, and under this brush I succeeded in concealing myself where I could set air until sufficient time had elapsed for them to get away.

I was so greatly weakened from the cold (for this was winter)' and from the oss of blood that I was scarcely able to reach the bank and crawl up out of the water. How long I remained upon the ground I scarcely know, but it seemed like a long time before I was able to travel about one mile the housa of my brother in law, Mr. J. H. Stearns, and there got I some stimu- ants, food and dry clothes.

My friends hen went with me to the river, where I got a boat and was fenied to the other side." Such, with very slight changes in phraseology, is the simple story of this remarkable experience. jFew persons have ever gone so far i into the valleyTf the shadow of death" and hen returned. No doubt it was to the wonderful Dresence of mind of this unassuming and plain countryman wat ne owea nis preservation, many a man would have "given up at once, oet his self control, and submitted per haps with equal I courage to his fate. But this man determined at the first crack of the first pistol fired at him to drop as if dead, and did, courageously, notwithstanding the wound which had disabled him, and with two or three other shots fired at his supposed inanimate body, remain perfectly still, and by so doing saved his life Despite this wound and two others received in battle he survived to give to the world a true account of this horrible massacre, only one of many of like ferocity which swept men to untimely death, and left mothers and wives and chil dren helpless and broken hearted. Such was our war.

Such are all wars! Harper's Monthly. PRAISB TO THE FACE, I once saw a father walk up to a map his little boy had made and pinned on the wall. He stood before it a long time in silence, anil in silence walked away. The little fellow was sitting in the room, and his father knew he was there. He was watching with his eager child's eyes, waiting anxiously for a word of approval.

As none came, his poor little face fell un happily. Straight into the next room walked the father, and said, carelessly "Robert has drawn a very, clever little map in there. Look at it when you "Did you tell him it was clever?" asked a judicial listener, following from the room where little Robert still sat. i Why, no. I ought to have done so.

I never thought to mention it." "Well, you ought to be ashamed of yourself," was the deserved reply. "Go back now and tell him." We ought all of us to be ashamed of it I ourselves a dczen times a day for like sins of omission. It costs so little to say nice things, and the jresult 'in an other's pleasure is out of Jail proportion to our trouble. "Blaise jto the face, open disgrace." No such; thing. The Droverb is wrong.

Praise to the face is one of the weetest things on earth, and there ho disgrace: in it, unless untruth eaters, or unless the praise is undeserved. It is the more grateful because no one m'ay ask for open praise and receive by asking; its June flavor is quite gone, and it is but flattery. Harper's Bazar. A FLASK IN HIS WOODEN LEG, "Occasionally some funny things happen at the Soldiers I home in Au gusta, where I hail from, but the funniest of all is the one that I am go ing to tell you about. It happened just oeiore icame on so tae emuiiucu, said William Harris, an inmate of the home, who is visiting in Buffalo.

Whiskey is on the black list at the home, and all sorts of schemes are re sorted to to obtain it, but they are dis marauders, plundered the homes of soldiers, their former neighbors, now' off in the Confederate army, driving away their cattle, appropriating their supplies, and at times murdering the men too old or boys two young to be in the service, or any-unfortunate soldier who, with or without a. furlough, had slipped through lines to make a hurried visit to the wife and children or parents from whom she had long been separated. I Of these marauders "old" Ben Har ris was the acknowledged chief and leader. In all the annals of crime probably no more cold blooded, heart less and inhuman brute ever trod the earth. He lived near Vienna on Paint Bock river, fifteen miles from my father's home, and of course knew the roads and paths and trails throughout this section, and the "lost ferries on the Tennessee.

He was invaluable as a guide to the Union soldiers. He knew "Buck Is land," too, as will appear, and what I am about to relate is only one of the many bloody deeds of this bloody vil lain. i My witness is Mr. O. Hardcastle, who now lives near Gurley's, a station on the Memphis and Charleston railroad.

Few men have had such a thrilling experience thus man, and: fewer would wish to repeat it. I knew the Bodens, all of whom were killed, and the fact of their mur der is well known to everyone in and about this place as Hardcastle was also shot and ef for dead and survived this frightful ordeal I hunted him up in 1892, and had him write me his story. It is this: 'M "On the 21st of December, 1863 I was at home on furlough. My people at that time were living in Marshall county, on the northern side of the Tennessee river. About ten days before the expiration of my leave of absence we were alarmed by the sud den apaearance in our neighborhood of the notorious Ben Harris and his band of marauders.

Knowing that if we were caught we would in all probabil ity share the fate of many others who had been killed by this murderer, together with James R. Boden and Porter Boden, sought refuge on Buck Island, where Ben Roden had already driven his cattle, and constructed a rude cabin for the shelter of himself and family incase of necessity, and in order to prevent his cattle from being stolen by various parties of foragers. At this place of concealment we were" joined by old Ben Boden himself short ly after we arrived there. We remained here in supposed security until the morning of December when, about 2 o'clcck, we were aroused from our sleep by knocking at the door and demand for our surrender. To our dismay, we fctiad that we were in the hands of Ben Harris.

4 "He demanded to know the place where we had concealed bur boat, and we were promised our lives if we would aid him and his men in raising the boat, which we had sunk, and ferrying the stock from the island to the north bank of the river. He was accompanied by a squadron of men in the uniform of the United States cavalry. t' "After we had accomplished this work we were taken a few hundred yards down the river bank, and. were then informed that we had to be shot. It so happened that Mr.

Boden had long been acquainted with Captain Harris, and he asked him to step aside that he might speak with him privately; but his plea for our lives was in vain. When he returned he told us that our case was hopeless, and that we were condemned to be shot, and we all then saw that the object of Harris in shoot ing us was to present it being known, when the war, might be over, that he had taken cattle and property belong ing to Mr. Boden. Harris stated to us that if any of lis wanted to pray, we could do so, and that if we had any thing that we wished to send to our people, they would take it to them for any of us. Porter Boden gave them several things to carry back to his wife and little children.

I have since learned that they never gave these things to the widow they had made. "In looking back over this horrible experience it still seems to ma the prayer Porter Boden made for himself, and for all Of us, as we stood there within a few minutes of eternity, was one of the most earnest appeals to the mercy of the Eternal Judgeof Man that ever fell from the lips of mortal. When he had finished we faced them, and as stood in line it so happened that I was the last one at the end of the right of the line. Harris and his men began the shooting At this period all traffic across the river was stopped, and the ferryboats were scuttled and concealed in portions uf the'iiver difficult of access, and known only to very few. When it hannmA trr one of the Initiated to cross the river, the hole was plugged, the water bailed oat, and when the opposite tide was reached tae plug was removed, and the boat again sank to the level oi the water; hence the name, "Lion erry.

Harris and his gang were not enlisted in the Union army. JOHN A I WYETH IV. I Northern Alabama the Tenes see river makes its great southern sweep. On the map the outline of this picturesque stream is not unlike a grapevine tearing bold Lookout in twain for daring swing, with one end tangled among the mountains of Virginia and North Carolina and the other looped over the Ohio at Paducah. The seat of the swing is in Marshall county or here, after errtting its way for hundreds of miles in and out among the mountains of the Appalachian to stretch its giant form across its path, baffled at last in its wild rush to the southern gulf, and seemingly broken in turns with slackened and reluctant Clow back to the north, where, with the Ohio, it joins in common tribute to the Father of Waters.

Just in this bend of the river is a group of islands, varying in size from one-half a mile to as much as two miles or more-in length, and from one-quar ter to one-half a mile in breadth. They are among, the most fertile of all the southern lands, receiving with each annual inundation when in early spring the snow in the northern mountains melt, a rich alluvial deposit, giving year after year back to the soil the ele ments which a rank vegetation abstracts for its nutrition. "Buck Island" is one of this cluster, and contains about eighty acres of ground. It was named in honor of a cunning old stag, which, in its dense cane brakes in the early settlement of this country, long eluded death from the huntsman's rifle and hounds. It is now cleared and cultivated; paying rich tribute in corn to the farmer's in dustry.

At the time of which I write, however, it was almost wholly covered with a heavy forest of tall oak, hickory and gum trees, of which the leafy tops shut out the' rays of the suumer sun, while the soil from which they sprung was hidden in a wilderness of cane from ten to thirty feet in height, and so thick that in many places a man could not penetrate unless with an ax or hunting knife he cut his way. In the early days when the frosts killed the grasses on the uplands, the farmers drove their cattle into these islands for winter pasturage, where, upon rich perennial cane they fattened until the freshets of spring forced them again to higher ground for In 1863 the i storm of war struck North Alabama. It found it a paradise of plenty and left it a wasted, blackened and desolate land. None but those who knew the fertile and beautiful "Valley of the Tennessee" in the days of the old regime, when its prosperity was a marvel, when its hillsides were burdened with fruit and foliage, and the vast plantations were white with snowy cotton or yellow with tasseling corn," and then revisited after Appomattox; can realize the great change which has transpired. As I rode through the valley in 1865, it seemed one vast burying ground of the hopes, the happiness, and the wealth of a people once prosperous.

From a sicgie elevation I counted the chim neys of seven different plantation homes, standing like gravestones over the ashes that were, heaped about them. 1 Now and then I passed a farmhouse which had escaped the general ruin, and more frequently a rude shanty but recently adjusted to a chimney several sizes too tall for it, or a cabin construe ted of small logs and covered with split boards held on the roof by weight poles in lieu of nails. Fences and pal ings were gone, and over fields and gar dens and yards stretched an almoet Un broken tangle of weeds and, briars, Nor were the towns exempt. Within a radius of thirty miles, Guntersville, Vienna, Woodville, Camden, Larkins ville, Belief onte, Stevenson, Sootts boro and Claysville, all thriving towns, were wiped out by fire. And saddest of all, came untimely and undeserved death to many unarmed, helpless and innocent citizens; for the most cruel and most uncivil of all things is civil war.

There were among the poorest and most illiterate class in northern Alabama a goodly number who, while not caring particularly whether the Union was to be maintained or not, were very particular in keeping out of the Con federate service. They held that it was a slaveholders' war, and as they never owned and never expected to own a slave, they did not see why they should do any of the fighting. Whence conscription laws were en forced they dodged the enrolling offi cers, and when pressed too closely they left their homes and hid out in the mountains and caves, or in the cane brakes in the valley. When the south era forces were driven out of this sec tion and their cause was waning, these fugitives came out of their hiding We sell Oak also. Can show than you can flod elsewhere.

FANCY BOOKERS. 14 face was dyed by a wave of recollection. "It's-it's the cat," he said, guiltily; "ItJs'poor Mew." "Well," ir quired Mrs. iwhatare we going to do! You can't keep carrying her back and fortbeyory day 17 said he, gloomily, "Ican'L We might as well yield and put her into, the ash-barrel." well," said Mrs. "And I'll unwrap her so that the man can see what he's got.

Besides, I'd like one more last look at her, poor little pet!" Next morningr Deforest was time for the ashman to coine, sjie carefully andL reverently removed the brown papeV wrapping, and she found within a very symmetrical roast cf beef. Whose was it? To this day no oner knows. ALLEGED FUN. The Hateful Thing: he No, I won't sit out on the piazza with you unless you promise not' to ry to kiss me. He IH promise if you insist, but remember, Miss Mollie, that I am a man who never breaks a promise.

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After going through the preliminary part of the service, the minister asked the usual question, "Do you, John' take this woman to be your lawful, wedded wife?" 'This was met by the rejoiner, "What in thunder do you suppose I came here for English Squire (after being worsted in an argument) If I had a son who was an idiot, by Jove I I'd make him a parson. Parson Very probably. But I see your father was of a different mind. 'Exchange. "Some men," remarked Uncle Allen Sparks, are born liars, s6me by dint of practice become fairly expert liars, and some see air The date of the label- on this paper shows when your subscription was out.

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Mm. st covered sooner or later and can never be tried again. There is an old fellow with a wooden leg at the home, and his name is Wheeler. He had a scheme for getting whiskey that br ffld all the officers who were watching him, and it worked so well that, although Wheeler was drunk nearly all the time, his plan was not discovered until last week. "The old fellow carved a hole in hie wooden leg big enough to hold a flask of and whenever he wanted to get drunk he would get his flask filled somewhere and put it in his leg, go off somewhere by himself and get gloriously full right in the home.

After the officers of the institution had uselessly accused every saloon keeper within a mile of the place of selling whiskey to Wheeler they decided to keep a close watch on him. 8o the next time he disappeared they searched for him until they found him lying dead drunk in a graveyard, with his wooden leg unstrapped and the empty flask in the hole in the leg. That ended his game, and he will never get drunk that way again. If he does, his wooden leg will be taken from him and he'll have to stay at home." Buffalo Ex press. ystbry! This is a story of what happened less than a year ago in a suburb of a great city and in the city itself.

A family living in the suburb owned a beloved cat, and the cat died. It bad been freezing weather, and there was no easy way of burying poor puss; yet, so dear was her memory, that neither master nor mistress was willing to deposit that once loved form in the ash-barrel to be "dumped" by an un sympathetic soul. Finally after some thought, Mr. came to a solution of the difficulty. her up in a package," said he, "and 111" carry her to town.

When we are going over the railroad bridge I'll open the window and drop her over board into the water." Mrs. B. thought this an excellent idea but she improved upon the sug gestion of merely "doing up" a bundle. She sewed poor pussy neatly in a wicd ing sheet of fine white cloth, and then made her into a brown paper parcel and when morning came, with a few tears and many ir junctions, she de livered her over to Mr. B.

Now it happened, that morning, that ilr. B. met an old acquaintance on his way to town, and that they both be came absorbed in reminiscence. The consequence was that the brown paper parcel remained untroubled in Mr. lap, and it was not until he rose to leave the car that he remembered it.

Fcr a moment he was aghast. Then he considered what a compact, inno cent little parcel it was, and took Never he said to himself. "I'll drop her when I go home." He carried the parcel faithfully down town, and into his ofllce. There he deposited it on an unused desk. "Jim," he said to the boy, "that bundle is very If I forget it to night, remind me to take it away with me." I The day I went on, with its usual routine of callers and questions, and when night came he did not need to be reminded of puss.

There lay the pack age, and he took it up hurriedly and ran for the train. That day, it happened, had marked the crisis of a great financial situation, and Mr. read his evening paper all the way home with an absorbing inter est. When he reached his own door he was carrying a brown paper parcel, and his wife saw it on the instant. "Henry," she called, "what's that?" He leaked at it helplessly, and his.