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VANCOUVER INDEPENDENT. OFFICIAL PAPER OF CITY AN COUNTY Vancouver, Clarke County, Washington Ter ritory. A Tale of Lookout Mountain. For ga'imtry at the battle of Shiloh, John Marsha 1 1 was promoted to Lieu tenant of artillery. How he saved batterv Fifth Kegiment, is a nihtter of record in the war archives at Washington.

It is not that which this article has to treat, but a subsequent and even greater exploit. At various times and places one of the Journal's young men had heard of what John Marshall had done at Lookout Mountain, and so one day he made up his mind to have the whole story from the veteran's lips. Mr. Marshall is a veteran of the English army, served thirteen years in the artillery, in those thirteen years he learned the duty of an enlisted man in this branch of the service thoroughly. But to come to the story: In October and November Hooker's army lay in the valley overlooked by Lookout Mountain, which in the latter month they so gallantly stormed, Light on the point of the promontory the rebel signal corps had a Hag station established.

From this point ail of Hooker's mauceuveres could be seen and intelligence immeaiati'ly telegraphed bv meats of the signal flag to General Thus it will be seen that it was desirable to shoot away the ilag. Across the Tennessee at Moccasin Point the sis ten-pound Rodmans and the Eighteenth Ohio Battery were planted. John Marshall was Lieutenant of Eigteenth Ohio Battery. He could see the flaunting flag of the rebel signal station as it waved its intelligence day by day and it taunted him. He knew he could cut it down with one of the Rodman guns but his captain frowned on his presumption in pretending to know more than his superior officers for had not General Biannan, Chief of Artillery of the Army of the Cumberland, said that it couldu't be done? What business had a lieutenant to boast himself being able to do what the Chief of Artillery hail declared officially could not be done For that flag had annoyed others besides MarshalL It annoyed those high in authority so much so that at the instance of General Hooker, General Brannan, Colonel Barnett and Major Mendenhall came over trom Chattanoega with the express purpose of ascertaining if a gun could be trained from Moccasin Point so as to send a shot that would humble that taunting flag.

They came to the unanimous conclusion that it was impossible, on account of the great elevation. John Marshall watched the estimating with interest, and when the conclusion was announced he stepped up, and touching his cap ia military style, said to Gen. Brannan Well, sir." "If you will give me permission to try, I think I can shoot the flag off there!" The General looked at hi-n sternly a moment, and then said "Go to your quarters, sir, under arrest 1" Hut this was not thfl end. The Eighteenth Battery was attached to General Whittaker's brigade, and bluff General Whit taker took more stock in Marshal! than did the austere Brannan. He had a fellow feeliug with him, too for the flag was a iliorn in the to liim.

Every uiorniiig he would take his glass and look to see if the tlag was there, and invariably as he took the glass fioni his eyes a big, big epithet exploded wruthfully from his lips. He was wont to talk with Marshall about it. "Marshall," he would "you are sure you can shoot down that "I can, sir." jou know what Brannan says, Mars "I ds, Bat with all respect to Gen. liraiiii.iu, I maintain that I can do it." Oue night Wbittaker sent for Marshall to conie to his headquarters. When he pot therr he said I been to Chattanooga to-dav, -tnd I've signed rny natue to £600 for you." Sisrnwl $600 for me; why, what's ihat for, (leiieml 1" hir, am going to havp you try a that, and General Brannan savs that you will burst a pin, and I gone security to tlie amount ot $600, ind tomorrow morning you shall the trial." John Miirsliall wont bark to quarters that a hnpp? man.

He was now to have an opportunity to show that he could do as much as he had said. He felt hour of his triutuph approach. In the morning breakfast Gen. Whittaker came down to the Point. His gun squad was there in perfect drill, for lie hod shown them so often he would do it i he couid onlv get permission, and they had taken so much interest, that each man was proficient in his part.

The General took his place where he could watch the efiVct of the shot. Ho was a little anxious. "Now, Marshall, lie said, "bo careful! Don't you explode a gun and kill tne, yourself and iuilT a dozen men." ever tear, responded Marshall confidently. "I'll hurt no gun. Now watch where the first shot goes." Everything whs in readiness, and Marshall pulled the lanyard.

Gen. Whittaker took the glasses fioni his eyes and said: "Too high, Marshall, too high! It went a hundred yards above the flag." "Yes, sir, I know that, and the next shot will be fifty yards above it." Anil the next shot was fifty yards above il. "Now, General, this time I'll fetch the flag." The gun boomed. General Whittaker looked for the flag. At last he out, "By Marshall, she's In his delight ha forgot the distinctions of rank, and, handing his glass to a private of the gun squad, told him to take a look.

Th" soldier did so, and corroborated the General. The glass passed around, atidj all saw that the flag was gone. General went to Marshall and sani: "Marshall, my man, I congratulate you. I'm eoing over to Chattanooga ami tell Gen. Bratinan that the Eighteenth Ohio battery knows more than he does." Gen.

Brannan was an honorable, if a strict officer, and when he heard that Marshall had succeed in shooting the flag he sent him his congratulations, and commeaded hiai for his skill. But General Whittaker employed Marshall's triumph even more than did Marshall himself, and he always afterwards treated hlni with great consideration and favor, and he would rub his hands and laugh with the intensest of relish whenever he had occasion to relate how Lieut Marshall, of the Eighteenth Ohio battery knew more of practical gunnery than the Chief of Ordance of the Army of the Cumberland, and had forced hitu to take water on an opinion. Fresh News at Home. Mr. Francis E.

MacMahon, son of i the well known Brooklynite, Patrick MacMahon, and himself brought up in this city, where he was born, has succeeded in London in adapting an instrument, somewhat similar in principle to the gold and stock indicator ia use here, applying it to transmission and recording of current news in clubs, private houses, and has achieved a great furore over the instrument its accomplishments. From letters written to his lather here, and from extended notices in the English papers, it is learned that the instrument, besides being in use in great numbers in private houses, hotels, has won its way into Buch clubs as the Conservative, the Turf, Junior Carleton, Naval and Military, Royal Thomas Yacht Club, Devonshire County, Junior Army and Navy, Raleigh, Whist, Victoria, Incorporated Uvr Society and others. The Morning Post, of April says of it: No peer, no member of the House of Commons, should be without one of the instruments, for not alone will it tell him in plain Roman print, which can easily be read, what is saying and who is saying it, but tho subscriber can see trom the course of the debate whether or not it is necessary for him to go down to the House. Tne new agency, consisting as it does of a very sm-ill limited company, has been tested even by cer tain evening journals and found not wanting. On the contrary, throughout the elections it kept its patrons more speedily and perfectly correctly informed than any other association.

To be furnished with one of these news instrument as you ian be for a very moderate outlay of fifty guineas a to be the proud possessor of a newspaper of your own, and to be familiar with all the news hours beforo it can possibly appear in the evening journals. When a crucial division is on at the House, when a great race is being run at Ascot, Goodwood, distant Newmarket, or more distant Chester, you stand alongside your MacMahon" and find the little instrument rapping out the result of or race, or what' ever it may chance to be that you are waiting to know about. Mr. MacMahon is justly proud of this success of his son, and this keeling is shared by every one who is interested in the good repute abroad of this country, and of bis sharp-witted, intelligent countrymen, wherever they may I if. Brookly Eagle.

How it must make a donkey laugh to see what an insignificant little ear a whale can wag. A New York Orphan. One of tho littlo lambs picked up in the streets of New York by Whitelaw lieid and sent West to find a home was adopted by a Detroit family about two months ago, and ere this is published Mr. lteid has received a big postal card announcing that his dear laiub lias gone West to light tho Indians, and that he needn't mind about sending on another to take his place. This New York lamb was 13 years old.

He said so at the depot on his arrival, and half an hour later he reiter ated the statement at the house, and added "And if you don't believe it, then call me a liar That's the sort of a spring gun I am, and don't you forget it." Tliey didn't forget it. lie gave them no chance to. lie ate with his lingers, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and gave the family to understand before supper was over that he didn't come West to have his hair combed or his face washed as a regular business. On his first evening he slipped out, had three lights and stole a dog, and when hnnted up he was about to take his beer in a saloon. The family expected to wrestle with the boy for awhile, and they didn't sit down on him until it become a painful necessity.

During his first week he stole in money, a gold chain, a revolver, and a pair of earrings, and he got drunk twice. When reasoned with and to do better, he took a fre.sh chew of plug tobacco and replied "Oh you Michigan folks aro too soft! If a feller can't have a good time, what's the use of being an orphan On Monday of the second week he sold the family dog to a stranger for a quarter, threw the saw and the ax into the alley, and when locked up in a closet he tore a Sunday coat to pieces. It was thought best to have a policeman talk to him, and was called in. He put on his fiercest look, and lectured the lamb for fifteen minutes, but as soon as he stopped for breath the sinner- replied "Now gee here, old buttons, you are wasting time 1 know my little gait, 1 do, and if you think I've come to a village like this to be by anybody, you've missed your train He was taken to Sunday Rchool by the lined, lie hadn't been there naif an hour hen he was taken out by the collar. He seemed anxious to punch i the head of every good little boy within half a mile of him, and he told the teacher of his class that when she could stuff Moses iu the bulrushes down him it would be after she had bleached out her freckles.

They gave him a Sunday school book to lit his case, but he fitted it to a crack in the sidewalk on his way home. When moral suasion had no effect on the wicked youth, his guardian tried the rod. He was bigger than the boy, and he walloped him, but within three hours two of the nuts were taken off his buggy and thrown away. There was a second seance in the woodshed, and before dark a window glass worth eight dollars was broken. That orphan was faithfully and duly and persis'ently wrestled with.

He was coaxed and Hattered. He was lickeu and reasoned with. Ambition, gratitude, fear aud avarice were alike appealed to in turn, but as ho was the tirst day so ho the last A few days ago he was told ho would be sent to the reform school at Lansing, if there was any further trouble with him. That night he stole $5 of the cook, a butcher knife from the pantry, a pie from the sideboard, and departed from the house, leaving on his bed a note reading as follows "This tbown ar' no place for a N. York orfun.

I'm goiu' out on the planes to fite lujuns. It will be useless to fi'llcr uie, fur I can't be took Alive 1" Free Press. Ostracism. During the fourteenth century, when the Hebrew race was undergoing one of those periodic persecutions which it hat been subjected to during the long reign of events, as recorded by history, since ttie birth of Moses, there lived in Ispahan an opulent Jewish merchant. Persecution, which always seeks a vulnerable point and never dares assail strength, fixed upon tho rich Jew as a victim.

The Cadi of Ispahan, from motives of jealousy and class prejudice, made matters so unpleisant for the Jew that in despair he went to him and said: "You will not allow me to live here where shall I gol" "(Jo to Bagdad," replied the Mufti. But," the Hebrew, "your brother tules there." to I span, then." "But your uncle is chief magistrate thete." "(Jo to then." "Hut your nephew rules there." Then, if my family will not allow you to live in this world, go to "Ah me," replied the Jew, You for get your resjiected father is dead." Love in Fa's Hat. Mr. M. was a retired manufacturer, and possessed cf considerable fortune' He also had a daughter 19 years of age, of great personal attractions.

What wonder then that she should have made many a young fellow's heart beat quicker who tried to gain her virgin affections 1 But "papa" M. took care of his treasure as if she were the pupil of his eye, and niony were tho unhappy mortals who left his hospitable never to return. Plenty of time," said he, "when the right onu comes, and I approve," etc. But the right one had come long ago, only papa didn't know it, and lie had come in the person of a young engineer, who had formeily had business transactions with papa M. The yoang people had seen each other, spoken to each other, looked at each other, and a kind of understanding had been come to.

Yes, and the affection was deep enough to last, even when Mr. M. retired from trade and the young gallant had no further excuse for coming on business. Then there was a succession of dark days. But leve is inventive, and in this instance also proved to be so.

Mr. M. was in the habit of visiting twice a week at his hair dresser's to have his beard and wig looked after; and on this fact love Jjuilt his structure. One of the younger assistants was taken into confidence, and consequently, considerable attention was paid by the young man to Mr. hat, receiving it on his entering, giving it a careful brush, and handing it, back on departure; and in this wise poor, drar "papa" became, unconsciously, of course, the postilion d'amour between his daughter and her swain.

Thus things continued for four or five long months; but tbo best nilk it be ever so carefully brushed, wants an iron now and again. Mr. hat was several years old, and just about Christmas it wanted ironing badly. So Mr instead of proceeding to the hairdresser's as usual, went to his hatter's and presented his hat for rennovation. Mr.

Hatter says, after inspecting it, "Is this hat too for you?" "No; why do you ask?" "Because you put paper inside." "Paper! paper! Not how does it get there, I wonder?" Not long wonder, for on carefully unfolding the paper he read not be down hearted, dear Edward, niv father is good and generous of heart; let us speak openly to hiin of our love; he will not say no if we promi.se to niaJl' his old age happy. On my knees I will confess my love to him. Besides, our correspondence cannot last much longer; the continued brushing has so worn papa's hat that I fear from day to day that he will havo to have it done up," etc. Mr. hat having been refreshed, he went as usual to his hair dresser's, having previously carefully replaced the letter.

In the saloon he kept a steady, though covered, lookout on the officious young assistant, and found his surmises conect. The operations finished, he gravely received his hat, handed the assistant as usuil his pour boire, and departed. Before returning home, however, he took occasion to inspect his hat, and extract and read a missive from no other than the engineer. Among other things, the young luan swore that not a did he want of his love's position, thank goodness, bringing him more than sufficient to live happy and comfortable. "Well," said papa, "he seems to be an honestly-disposed young man, and if," etc.

For some time ho allowed the to go on, reading regularly and watchfully the letters on both sides, unknown to them of course, until one dav, when the letters had been particularly desponding and good, he put an end to it and made them happy, as may be seen by the cards sent to all whom it plight concern. Chronicle? Funny Philology. "How do yon pronounce st-in Prof. Stearns asked the young gentleman nearest the foot of the class. And the smart bad boy stood up and said it depended a great deal whether tho word applied to a man or a bee The professor sternly said that it applied to a man.

The Mnart boy hesitated a moment and then saiil "there was still the same element of uncertainty. Jf it was applied by the man to the bee, the was hard, But just here an organ grinder paused under the college windows to play "Pinafore" and nobody could hear the rest of tho Hawkeye. A little girl in one of our public schools tlin other day had occasion to parse the word "angel." Coming to the gender, sh- stopped dismayed, and asked her teacher if there arc any men angels." Intellect in the Spider. Some time since I observed tho following conduct of two spiders, which will show how they sometimes overcome difficulties in the wny of capturing their prey. A rather large house spider had its web in the corner of a room, and during the Summer it feasted upon the insects that were unlucky enough to be caught.

One evening 1 noticed a large dipterious insect strike the web; the spider darted out and succeeded in fastening one foot of the fly. The spider then kept running back and forth, attaching a thread to each leg, which was broken by tho violent efforts of the fly to release itself. The spider worked without ceasing it for over half an hour to secure his victim; it then quitted operations; and retired to a distant corner of its web. After seeming to reflect for a while what was best to do, it left the web, went up the wall eight or ten inches distant, and entered a crack in tho coiling. I supposed at the time that the spider had been injured in the scuffle, but what was my surprise after a few moments to see the spider coming back, and close behind anothpr followed.

The two went 011 the web near the center, and stopped side by side, apparently consulting as to the best mode of attack. Then at the same instant both spiders darted upon the insect, one toward the head the other toward tail. So rapid were their movements I could hardly follow them. a short time the insect was securely fastened. Both spiders then returned to the centei of the web.

Soon after the fnendly spider went to the crack in tho ceiling, while the other enjoyed the feast From Natnre. How to lave Under Water. A London correspondent writes to the Parisian. The mystery of "How to live under water," which has so puzzled the visitors to the Polytechnic, and driven our savans almost to despair, has at last been solved. lhe gentleman who used to descend into the pool and remain for hours there, with no air-pipe, yet without even sending so much as a bubble to the surface, has taken out his patent for the process.

Ho was wont to say that when he came to explain the matter, every one would exclaim "How simple!" like the spectators in the case of Christopher Columbus' egg trick, and perhaps to the savnns it mny be so; but I doubt whether the general public will understand the thing even now. Briefly the facts are these: he has the helmet like the ordinary diver, and in this is packed compressed an explorer might take a box of meat lozenges in his is supplied to him as he wants it; his own breath, which would of course be poison to him, is exhaled into a receptacle tilled with a preparation of soda, which absorbs and anninilates it. There is practically no limit to the time that he can by this means exist under water; and his system, while it dispenses with expensive air-pumps and other gear, has this immense advantage over the whole arrangement, that there is no air pipe to be entangled or broken; so that he can move in and about a wreck, like a dry man about the carcass of a house. "Same as White Folks." Uncle Bin White, that antiquated, and white-headed Uarkey always to be met on Woodward avenue begging for a small loan, was looking so proud ami contented yesterday that an acquaintance asked him the cause. "Wall, I does feel a bit stuck urn sab," replied the old uian as he gave his old hat a new slant.

"My 010 woman aui black as de spade of diamonds, an'l nebbe 'sjiosed she mounted to a hill o' beans, but a few weeks ago she was took en sick." "Yes, sail, an' de oiler day called ft doctah sort o' doctah dat tends on white folks, lie looked at de 010 woman's tongue, and asked her 'bout a fouMnd quesliuns, an' den he shook his head an' said dat her system waf run out." "Ilun down, You moan." "Yas, tali, an' den lie tolo dat ulio mus' go to de sea -shoah for fro months dis Summer to get her system "Wat's so; liut, Lawd bress you, can't we feel tickled an' stuck up to know dat my ole black woman am advised to do jist de same as de biggest white ladies iti de land! de Lawd, hut when the doc-tali said she had a system, sab, same as rich white folks, an' dat she nius' go wiiar dev roll in salt water, dress in silk and at a fe'-story hotel, why, I jist shouted till dey hear 1 me out in do Free Press. Noia Perry, writing to the Providence Journal, says the "Hub" can show more queer-looking people in a day's walk than any other city in New England, perhaps in tho country. She probably means "tired 1 (All rights reserved in this.