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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, November 11, 1896
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THE ttPPEK BBS MOINES: ALGONA, IOWA, WEPNBSfiAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1800 t f Cook*, s» B# 2t 8 60 tfne . IB 9t 27 71 12 6 a, whf 80 31 r 173 '45 2 08 t,p r aw 82 II 01 53 II 54 ^sw 3 4 9 40 48 988 ISLEY INCORPORATION. ¥ 12 68 138 liitblk whf 13 14 18 21 28 24 I/, I 25 fiM 82 CALL'S ADDITIOS 10 ef, 3 t 2 2 iSeli I 8 IshTnhfwhfehf I 8 B if. tax 94-5 ' J 2083 5,13 559 18 TO 20 ai ^669 13 JI8 Oi'9 803 2 10 974 I 40 20 22 201 00 48 87 02 81 33 t 70 140 83 81 20 I 07 88 820 18 91 2944 579 374 590 14 00 2180 404 029 IB 44 782 894 280 10 80 I 78 2951 COLfit'S ADDITION TO -WESLEY. 2 8 420 88 458 I BARRETT'S PARK ADDITION TO WESLEY. iinson . iillbHc .has, per, . per . per Eelif Iwht 1.2 0, 7, 8 J), 10 2 t> 0 7 I, 2 10 8 10 4, 5 10 1,2 12 8, H 12 fl, 10 12 t), 10 14 5 14 8 14 rt,7,HH| 0 to 10 10 OtolO 224 3 80 224 II 21 405 1 12 224 1 12 20 50 II 18 10 75 224 I 01 582 224 1 12 I 12 804 4 19 252 0 71 40 60 40 I 21 (II 80 40 30 205 1 20 I 70 40 25 37 40 80 no 1 00 88 28 80 •WAY it BARRETT'S COLLEGE ADD. 10.II 12 21 to 24 5,0 15,10 : 1, 2 14 22 0 I 8 8 330 448 224 •224 1 12 50 50 00 40 40 24 22 204 380 204 12 42 520 142 204 142 22 55 12 38 1845 204 180 0 H) 204 142 142 994 452 280 7 51 880 508 204 204 1 80 78 WESLEY 1ND. TWP. Township 90, Uunge 27. es "v V 2 : 5 247t 04 2505 fh nw 20 48 08 8 18 40 20 R'nhfBW : 2182 210 2898 Hi com 82 r e nw cor tocee8r.BlOr.w8 80 ^ ^ ^ Jixer, com at nw cor 82 r. s 10 r, e 8 r, s 10 f n 20 r 20 I On 84 I 09 THE TOYS. He son, who look'd from thoughtfuleyea Ifev'd and Bpoko In qulot, grown up wise, } my law the seventh time disobeyed,, k him nnd dismlsa'd |rd words nnd unldss'd,. either, who was patient, hoing dead. Searing lest his grief should hinder sleep, B i his bed, und him slumbering deep, .nrkened eyelids and their lashes yet his late sobbing wet, J with moan, ng away his tears, left others of my own, ""i a table drawn beside his head ,d put, within his reach, i of counters and a red vein'd stone, jca of glass abraded by tho beach |slx or seven shells, |ttle with bluebells ;> two French copper coins, rang'd there art >d heart, it I prayed tad said: wo lie with tranced breath, death. srest of what toys I with car omfort hi K' jyhen that |- od and w fc ', when at I' Rvexing wL 3. thou ron j,v- Snake ourl^^? jr weakly unv * rstood i|great commanded good, V, fatherly not less a I whom thou hast molded from tho clay, lii'lt leave thy wrath and say, fill be sorry for their childishness.' " Coventry Patmore in Church Standard. A HOTEL GHOST. | ! Karrative of a Singular Experience ot R Lord and lady Dunravon. Ipropos of a report that the Brevoort pe was to be closed, which was de„., however, there is a story that Lady Graven has been known to tell about famous old inn. The countess is deed by those who know her as a wo- K much more inclined to common ie than to ghost haunted Cock lanes, i with Dr. Johnson's authority. She t to tell the facts in the tale simply vhat they wore worth, i was more than one decade ago, i before the Valkyrie was thought „„-! Lord Dunraveu was first inter- 1 in the mining regions of northern .aigan. He and Lady Dunraven were ping in New York for a few days be- I starting west and had taken rooms Jie Brevoort—pleasant rooms, with Jew of the avenue and a nice glimpse IWashington square, The first night, Jig tired with their voyage, they went 5y to bed, but, as it happened, not so jly to sleep. Both the earl and oount- |, were blessed with hearty English restitutions. They were not at all ao- Itomed to lying awake till the small Qors, They wondered what they could have ae, what they could have eaten or ok to afflict them with such gratui- u3 vigilance. Just at a venture finally ly bundled themselves out into the joining parlor, made themselves ex- ppore couches there and slept soundly } morning. Next night and thp night JT there was the same wakefulness 1 in the end the same migration to I adjoining room for relief . They be; to think they should have to leave n earlier than they bad planned, for /would not for tbe'world have made 'pretext to shift chambers. |be explanation of the mystery, if it d an explanation, came out by chance. |y had a call before long from an old He New Yorker whom they bad met "" jland, an authority on all matters ting to the town's minor history, ,ojjder," be remarked casually, ; they should have given you these ^s. You know it was in that room je, pot so long ago, that a Mr, %r*~r~ ged himself." It was in that room [Lord and L.ady Punraven had tried L to sleep, and they exchanged Big- t glances. Of course it 'was o»ty cidenoe, they eaM, but the next eytook their departure for m *-* - -:TTib,u»e. t^e wild trtad wails In tho poplar tree, 1 Sit here alons. O heart ot my heart, come hither to me, Come to me Straight over land and sen, My sottl—my ownl Not ttow—the clock's slow tick I hear, And nothing more. tThe year is dying, the leaves are feefe, No ghost of tho beautiful young crowned yen* Knocks at my door. But one of these night—a wild, latd night— , I, waiting within, Shall hear your hand on the latch, nnd spite Of prudence nnd folly and wrong and right I shall let you in. —E. Nesbltt in New York Tribune. THE MOUNTAIN KIM, Far away in Lapland, at a placa called Aimio, near the river Jana, there lived in a little hut a Laplander and his Wife, with their small son Sampo. Sampo Lappelill was between 7 and 8 years of age. Ho had black hair, brown eyes, a snub nose and a Wide mouth, which last is considered a mark of beauty in curious Lapland. Sampo was a strong child for his age. He delighted to dance down tho hills on his little snowshoes and drive his own rein . deer in his own little sledge.- The snoW whirled about him as he passed through the deep drifts until nothing conld be seen except the tuft of his black forelock. "I shall never feel comfortable while he is from home," said the mother. "Ho may uieetHisu's reindeer with the golden antlers." Sampo overheard these words, and wondered what reindeer it could be that had golden antlers. "It must be a splendid animal!" said he. ' 'How much I should like to drive to Rastokais with itl" Rastekais is 'a high, dreary mountain, and can bo seen from Aimio, from which it is five or six miles distant. "You audacious boy!" exclaimed tho mother. "How dare you talk so? Raste- kais is tho homo of the trolls, and Hisu dwells there also." "Who is Hisu?" inquired Sampo. "What ears that boy hasl" thought the Lapp wife. "But I ought not to havo spoken of such things in his presence. The best thing I can do now is to frighten him well." Then she said aloud: "Tako care, Lappelill, that you never go near Rastekais, for there lives Hisu, tho mountain king, who can eat a whole reindeer at one mouthful and swallows little boys like flies." Upon hearing these words, Sampo could not help thinking what good fun it would be to have a peep at such a wonderful being—from a safe distance, of course! Three or four weeks had elapsed since Christmas and darkness brooded still over Lapland. There was no morning, noon or evening; it was always night. Sampo was feeling dull. It was so long since ho had seen tho sun that ho had nearly forgotten what it was like. Yet ho did not desire tho return of summer, for the only thing ho remembered about that season was that it was a time when the gnats stung very severely. His one wish was that it might soon bo light enough for him to use his snowshoes. One day at noon, although it was dark, Sanipo's father said: "Gome here: I havo something to show you." Sampo came out of the hut. His father pointed toward tho south. "Do you know what that is?" asked he. "A southern light," replied the boy. "No," said his father, "it is the herald of the sun. Tomorrow maybe, or the day after that, we shall see the. sun himself. Look, Sampo, how weirdly the red light glows on the top of Rastekais!" Sampo perceived that the snow upon the gloomy summit, which had been so long shrouded in darkness, was colored red. Again the idea flashed into his mind what a grand sight the terrible- fountain king would be—from a distance. The boy brooded on this for the remainder of the day and throughout half tho night, when' he should have been asleep. He thought and thought until at length he crept silently out of the reindeer skins which formed his bed and then through the door hole. The cold was intense. Far above him the stars were shining, the snow scrunched beneath his feet. Sampo Lappelill was a brave boy, who did not fear the cold. He was, moreover, well wrapped up in fur. He stood gazing at the stars, considering what to do next. Then he heard a suggestive sound, His little reindeer pawed tho ground with his feet, "Why should I not take a drive?" thought Sampo, and proceeded to put his thought into action. He harnessed the reindeer to the sledge and drove forth into the wilderness of snow. "I will drive only a little way toward Rastekais," said Sampo to himself, and off he went, crossing the frozen river Jana to the opposite shore, which—although the child was unaware of this fact—belonged to Norway. As Sampo drove be sang a bright little song. The wolves were running round hie sledge like gray dogs, but he did not mind them. He knew well that no wolf could keep pace With his dear, swift little reindeer. Up hill and down, dale he drove on, with the wind whistling iu his ears. The moon seemed to be'racing with him, and the rocks to be running backward. It was thoroughly delightful! . Alas, at a sudden turning upon the downward slope of a hill the sledge overturned and Sampo was pitched into a snowdrift. * The reindeer did not ob- serye #u>, fled i» the belief that its master was still sitting behind it, it raw oft jSampO could not cry "Stop!" be, |V his mouth, yw stnfM wither.™* rounded on all sides by snowdrifts and huge mountains. One mountain towered above the others, and this, he knew, must be Rastefcais, the home of the fierce mountain king, who swallowed little boys like flies! Sampo Lappelill Was frightened now, and heartily wished himself safe at home. But how was he to get there? There sat the poor child, alone in the darkness, among the desolate, snow covered rocks, With the big black shadow of Rastekais frowning doWti upon him. As he Wept his tears froze immediately and rolled down over his jacket in round little lumps like peas. So Sampo thought he tad better leave off crying and run about in order to keep himself Warm. "Rather than freeze to death here," he said to himself, "I Would go straight to the mountain king. If he has a mind to swallow me, he must do so, 1 suppose, but 1 shall advise him to eat instead some of the WolveS in this neighborhood. They are much fatter than I, nnd their fur would not be so difficult to swallow." Sampo began to ascend the mountain. Before he had gone far ho heard the trotting of some creature behind him, and a moment after a largo, wolf overtook him. Although inwardly trembling, Sampo would not betray his fenr. He shouted: "Keep out of my way I I am tho bender of a message to the king, and you hinder me at your peril!" "Dear me," said the wolf (on Ras- tekais all tho animals can speak). "And, pray, what little shrimp are you, wriggling through tho snow?" "My name is Sampo Lappelill," replied tho boy. "Who aro you?" "I," answered tho wolf, "am first gentleman usher to the mountain king. I havo just been all over the kingdom to call together his subjects for the great sun festival. As you aro going my way, you may, if you like, get upon my back and so ride up to the mountain." Sampo instantly accepted the invitation. He climbed upon tho shaggy back of the wolf, and they went off at a gallop. "What do you mean by tho sun festival?" inquired Sainpo. "Don't you know that?" said the wolf. "We celebrate tho sun's feast tho day ho first appears on tho horizon after tho long night of winter. All trolls, goblins and animals in the north then assemble on Rastekais, and on that day they aro not permitted to hurt each other. Lucky it was for you, my boy, that you camo hero today. On any other day I should have devoured you long ago." "Is the king bound by tho same law?" asked Sampo anxiously. "Of course he is," answered the wolf. "From one hour before sunrise until one hour after sunset he will not dare to harm you If, however, you aro on the mountain when the time expires, y6u will be in great danger. For the king will then seize whoever comes first, and 1,000 bears and 100,000 wolves will also be ready to rush upon you. There will soon be an end of Sampo Lappelill." "But perhaps, sir," said Sampo timidly, "you would bo so kind as to help mo back again before tho danger begins?" The wolf laughed. "Don't count on any such thing, my dear Sampo. On the contrary, I mean to seize you first myself. You are a very nice, plump little boy! I see that you have been fattened on reindeer milk and cheese. You will be splendid for breakfast tomorrow morning!" Sampo began to think that his best course might be to jump off the wolf's back at once, But it was too late. They had now arrived at the top of Rastekais. Many curious and marvelous things were there to be seen. There sat tho tor- . rible mountain king on his throne of cloudy rooks, gassing out over tho snowfields. He wore on his head a cap of white snow clouds; his eyes were like a full moon; his nose resembled a mountain ridge; his mouth was an abyss; his beard was like tufts of immense icicles; his arms were as thick and strong as fir trees; his coat was like an enormous snow mountain, Sampo Lap- pelill had a good view of tho king and his subjects, for a bow of northern lights shone in the sky and illuminated the scene. All around the king stood millions of goblins, trolls and brownies, tiny gray creatures, who had coino from remotest parts of the world to worship tho sun. This they did from fear, not love, for trolls and goblins hate the sun and always hope that ho will never return when they see him disappear at the end of summer. Farther off stood all the animals of Lapland, thousands and thousands of them of all sizes—from the bear, the wolf and the glutton to the little moun-, tain rat and the brisk, tiny reindeer flea. No gnats appeared, however. They had all been frozen, Sampo was greatly astonished at what he saw, Unobserved, he slipped from the wolf's back and hid behind a ponderous stone to watch the proceedings. The mountain king shook his head and the snow whirled about him, The northern lights shone around his head like a crown of glory, sending long, weird streamers across the deep blue sky, Tbev whizzed and sparkled, ox? pimped and drew together, fading sometimes, then again darting out like lightning over the snowclad mountains. This performance amused the king, He clapped with his icy hands until the sound echoed like thunder, causing the trolls to scream with joy and the animals to bQwi with fear. At this the kjng was still more delighted, and he shouted across the deserti "This is to jny WPd, Eternal te'k- Eterftai mW May t^y WW Summer qtiite ttnteservedly. This Was the reindeer flea. She glped out as loudly as efae conldt "If yott please, your majesty, hate we not coino here to worship the sun, <md to watch for his coming?" "Nonsense!" growled fc jsolaf beat. " Our meeting here springs f t om n stupid old custom. The sooner it ends the better. In my opinion the stttt has set forever, fie is dead!" At these Words the animals suffered, but the trolls and gofclins Were nmoh pleased With them, attd reiterated them gayly, shaking with laughter to sttcli an extent that their tiny caps fell off their heads. Then the king roared in a voice like thunder! "Yea! Dead is the sun! Now must the whole World worship me, the king of eternal night and eternal winter!" Sampo, sitting behind the sfovip, Was so greatly enraged by this spewh that he came forth from his hiding place, ex* claiming: "That, O king, is a lie as big as yourself! The sun is not dead, for only yesterday I saw his forerunner. He will bo here very shortly, bringing sweet summer with him and thawing the icicles in your funny, frozen beard!" The king's brow grow black as a thundercloud. Forgetful of the law, he lifted his tremendous arm to strike Sampo, but at that moment tho northern light faded. A red streak shot suddenly across the sky, shining with such brilliancy into tho king's face that it entirely dazzled him. His arm fell useless at his side. Then the golden sun rose in slow stateliness on tho horizon, and that flood of glorious light caused even those who had rejoiced in his supposed death to welcome his reappearance. But tho goblins were considerably astonished. From under their red caps they stared at the sun with their little gray eyes and grew so excited that they stood on their heads in the snow. The beard of tho mountain king began to melt and drip until it was flowing down his jacket like a running stream. By and by Sampo heard a reindeer say to her little one: "Come, my child, wo must bo going, or we shall be eaten by the wolves." " Such will be my fate also if I linger longer,'' thought Sampo. So. he sprang upon tho back of a beautiful reindeer with golden antlers, which started off with him at once, darting down tho rooks with lightning speed. "What is that rustling sound that I hear behind us?" asked tho boy presently- ' 'It is made by tho thousand bears. They are pursuing us in order to eat us up," replied the reindeer. "You need not fear, however, for I am the king's own enchanted reindeer, and no bear has ever been able as yet to nibble my heels!" They went on in silence for a time. Then Sampo put another question, "What," asked ho, "is that strange panting I hear behind us?" "That," returned the reindeer, "is made by tho hundred thousand wolves. They are at full gallop behind us and wish to tear us in pieces. But fear nothing from them! No wolf has ever beaten mo in a race yet!" Again Sampo spoke: ! "Is it not thundering over there among the rocky mountains?" "No," answered the now trembling deer, "that noise is made by the king himself, who is chasing us. Now, indeed, all hope has fled, for no one can escape him!" "Can we do nothing?" asked Sampo. "There is no safety to be found here," eaid the reindeer, "but there is just one chance for us. We must try to reach tho priest's house over yonder by Lake Enare. Once there we shall bo safe, for tho king has no power over Christians." "Oh, make haste, make haste, dear reindeer!" cried Sampo, "and you shall feed on golden oats and out of a silver manger," On sped the reindeer. As they entered the priest's house the mountain king crossed the courtyard and knocked at the door with such violence that it is a wonder ho did not knock the house down, "Who is there?" called tho priest from within, "It is II" answered a thundering voice, " It is the mighty mountain king 1 Open the door. You have there a child whom I claim as my prey!" "Wait a moment!" cried the priest. "Permit mo to robe myself in order that I may give your majesty a worthier reception." "Allright!" roared the king, "Butbe quick about it, or I may break down your walls!" • A moment later he raised his enormous foot for a kick, yelling, "Are you not ready yet?" Then the priest opened the door and said solemnly: "Begone, king of night , and winter! Sampo Lappelill is under my protection, and he shall never be yours!" Upon this the king flew in such a violent passion that he exploded in a great storm of snow and wind. The flakes fell and fell, until the snow reached the roof of the priest's house, so that every one inside of it expected to be buried alive. But as soon, as the sun rose the snow began to melt, and all was well. The moupta,in king had completely vanished, and no one knows exactly what became of him, although some think that lie is still reigning 91* Ras- tekais. Sampo thanked the priest heartily for his kindness and begged, as m «4di» tional f ayor, the loan of u sledge TO this sledge the boy harnessed the golden, " reindeer and drove home to his, who were exceedingly g}a,<| SAUftlAN At HIS IN M<mtfci» feft&loiA?* »c* tefpMfdOftPW fco* £** Irettetf-'A Moitte* Will Mfctt* Aittthlntf that thtcatetrS fitfi* fiftble*. jblet fttad tttjctttled 01 Aiii£At#M< One of the sights most eagetly Watched fof by the newly arrived Florida Vis* itor, as he glides over the lakea and fivers of that gettial land, is tlte allifa* toft A few years ago this desire was easily gratified, but the great saurian IS comparatively fate nowadays along the older routes of travel, This is due partly to the btillets of tho visitors and partly to the shots and traps of the more legitimate alligator hunter, Who finds la that pursuit the chief means of support for himself and his family. It is in the dense fastnesses of the tit- land swamps and everglades that alii- gators may be seen In great numbers oil a bright day, basking in the sunshine, They are gregarious and love to assemble in such places, where they bring their two rows of strong teeth together with a prodigious clatter and roar with a noise that resembles thunder. The female makes her nest in the sand near the water's edge, scraping a hole with her paws and dropping the eggs in a regular layer. Then she scrapes grass, leaves, mud and sand over them, on these places another layer, and so continues alternate layers until the nestl contains from 80 to 40 eggs. As the hole is rarely deep enough to hold all these, the result is a decided mound easily detected by the experienced hunter, who finds ready sale for the eggs as curiosities. They aro white, hard shelled and rather larger than a hen's v egg. If he prefers to await their hatching, he secures a fine lot of little alligators, for 1 which also there is always a ready sale. While she thus leaves her prospective children to the doubtful guardianship of tho earth, the mother does not desert them. Patiently she keeps watch ovet the nest in which they lie, never allowing that mound of sand to be long out of her sight. How she knows exactly when the little folk are ready, like the emancipated chicken, to step out of their shells and take their first peep at the world, who shall say? But, all the same, it is a fact that, howeyer far afield he* excursions may previously have been, the day and the hour of that happy, event in her family circle find heron the spot ready to gather tho little ones under her wing, as it were, and lead them to their future home in the water that lies before them. This watchful care the mother continues until her babies are old enough to forage for themselves and theii? scales are firm enough to enable them to dispense with, her protection. The extent to which th» yotuig alligators or crocodiles require this watchful care can hardly bo realize*' by those that are not familiar with their habits, for the little ones are terribly persecuted by birdfl and beasts and even by their, kinsmen, thd bull alligators, which sometimes eat a t dozen or two of their own children at a meal. The mother on such occasions has been known to turn and fight tho unnatural monsters with such fr.ry as to put them to flight. It is not only the bull alligator that she will attack when alarmed for the safety of her young—she of ten holds the most experienced hunters at bay until her little charges havo time to flee to a place of safety. The sight presented by tho mother, surrounded and followed by'a whole brood • of her little ones, is a pleasing one, but let an enemy come in view and the scene ceases to be pleasant. In the twinkling of an eye the little ones dash away into the mysterious shadows, and tho placid mother becomes transformed into a raging fury, fairly churning the quiet waters into waves in her mad rush to do battle with the intruders. Without this incentive of maternal affection, however, it is but seldom that an alligator or a crocodile attacks a human be< ing. Tho lower animals are less fortunate, Cattle in the, far south, where the open ranges and shallow waters extend a tempting invitation to roam, are sometimes seen with shortened tails, an abbreviation for which the wily alligator is responsible. Pigs rooting too near the Water's edge arid unobservant of the log- like form lying close at their side are often paught by alightninglike sv^eep of i the alligator's.formidable tail, <i But the most cherished of all tidbits to an alligator is a nice, plump dog. The saxu'ian's peculiar attraction toward this animal is so well known to hunters that they frequently imitate the yelp of a dog to entice their prey within range, and the call never fails of its purpose. Tho squeal of a pig is almost as effective. These dainty bits, however, are rath' er in the Hue of luxuries, For a steady, everyday diet the alligator depends up. on fish, and it haunts those localities in rivers or lakes where its na.tura.1 prey, most abounds. It catches the fish, by diving swiftly under a passing sh.Qfjl and snatching two or three ia its open jaws as it passes through tfxe skoal, Then, rising to the surface, it tosge,s them jn the air, for the pwpose pf ej^st' ing the water that has entered4ts mouth along with the flshi and them i» their despent.^ in Philadelphia' l^r$ >"iV ,<<' ii l ci£?k!>i A girt in hare blunged $$&, was :^

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