The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21
\ The Cedarville Herald. W. *. b u m , hH ia ii. CRDABVILLB, * OBKfc ' JUST IFIFTY YEARS AGO, Sunday M ornlnz. JuH t flfty year# ago, dew wile, since first we tui* way,. X young and strong, and blithe pt heart, and you my Queen o t May. -The skylarks sang far up the blue, and cuckoo* matched their powers, •TiU heaven ueemedlustsB lull of praise as earth was full of flowersI T h ere was n bliss In every step th at marked the daisy spd, ' 'When first went in company up to the house of God: V ■ When from the old Book, slde by elde, we read thti,words of life, A 1 1 prayed the dear fam iliar prayers, together, man and wife, - X m’nd ju st how the parson looked—dead now this forty year— * And how on squire's big curtained pew the light -struck bold andclear— And while about tbe open porch the swallows tikimmed th e eaves, , The south wind made a musio llko, among the ivy leaves. T h a t was the bright beginning, dear, to all the blessed years, Where love has doubled all dur Joys, and more than halved our tears; . And goodness follows still behind, and mercy goes before * To bring us to the F ath er's house—w ell soon bo a t the door! ' We've had our share of troubles, w ife, hard times, and hatdor fare, \ . And sometimes scarce enough of that, and never much to spare: D ark days when life seemed winter bound, and hope was far to seek, H ut through it all our Sunday made a Maytime in the week. W c brought the children up to think th a t day the best of seven,. •It came between the toll and moll, so like a ■ bit of Heaven; • W e loved our church, for there we heard of Him who died to save, Though by and by we had to go p ast little Lucy's grave, B u t never once in.all these years has winter long prevailed Ahove the spring, and never once has God's own covenant failed. . Like this Hay sunlight ajdli it shines, good wire, on you and me, And on W ill's home in foreign parts, and Jamie on the sea. , We've Bessy and h er children still, and over and above • All vise, we have each other, dear—we've proved ' th at Ufo is love; Ami love fa life, and for the rest' it's strange how things grow plain W hen children's children climb’ the knee and make one young again. , J u s t fifty' years ago, dear heart: to-day our heads,are gray, And wo arc getting near thegate that opens on .th e Day. W e need not fear the future, love, so good has been th ep ast, And, comb w hat may, God always keeps B is best things tlU the last! —Mary B. Jarvis, la Household Monthly. m m £1 tr%\ [Original.] |OT e v e r y lad whose natural r e s o u r c e s of -perseverance and Invention enable him to cany to .completion some pot enterprise is rewarded by seeing the result of his labor serve a useful •and heroic purpose; but such a "situa tion," as the novelists would say, found a most graphic and ideal illustra tion in the history of the "cloud burst," or "waterspout,” which made the six teenth day of May, 1888, a day to be re membered with grief and terror by the dwellers along the bottom lands of Big Cana creek, which rises in southeast* cm Kansas and flows south Into Indian •territory. On leaving the academy at Vinita, Frank Munford had remarked to his mates that by tbe middle of May he would complete, with his own hands, the best boat on the creek. "Rufe” Miller, Ed Allen and other boys from lik>own neighborhood greeted this dec laration. with jibes of sarcasm. During the vacation Frank worked day atri night upon his boat, whenever lie could be honorably spared from the farm work, ahd a t last, in spite of the taunts of his boy friends, the increduli ty of his brotheas and mother, and after many long and disheartening de* Inys, he had completed his little craft on the evening of the fifteenth of May, the last moment of grace, To-morrow lie would launch thePeerlcss. He was greatly disappointed to find the morning cloudy and the air filled with a slight mist. But the matter of waiting for a pleasanter day on which to try his boat was out of t o question. When his mother found •I at she could not Induce him to defer, 4 *■Insisted upon his putting on a pair •i h ig h rubber wading boots, almost as iting as his legs, and an oilskin liat and ■C.t’l t . ' His younger brothers, Nod and Joc, helped him load the boat into tbe Single wagon and haul it ll]o few rods from the hems* to the creek. Even his mother1 joined them t* see the boat launcher nnd banded Frank a lunch. The boat rede the water a* beautiful ly as Frank could wish, and aa she glided swiftly and graoefnlly forward under every stroke of bis oars the mother and younger boys cheered him enthusiastically. Ho wss overjoyed and called back: " I’m going down to Ed Allen’s this morning, mother, and then, if I'm not too tired, I'll row back up to Ruf* Mil ler's In the afternoon. Don’t worry, I'll take good care of myself and be back by- night," On the voyage down stream hewas so engrossed in the pleasant contemplation of every peculiarity of the Peerless that he hardly noticed that the mist had in creased to a drizzle and that the sky was steadily growing darker. How lie enjoyed Ed’s astonishment and unstint ed praise of the little craft! I t made him. the more eager to hear what Rufe Miller, who had been the most severe in scoffing at the project of her building, would say of his success. So he made haste to begin the long row up stream?—for Rufe lived across the Kansas Hue several miles above Frank. Thocurrent of the stream seemed un usually strong, but he attributed it to hisown lack of strength. As he passed his home he waved liis hand and pushed resolutely on up stream. He was still too busy with his pleasant speculations to notice that it was fast growing dark and that the water of the stream was rising with fearful rapidity. The first thing that aroused him to the situation was the sight of a pumpkin as it bumped against,, the boat and went twirling away in the eddies of her wake. "Never saw that before!" mused Frank. *'Why the water must be rising at a great, rate! -And how dark it is! I’ve half a mind to turn around and go home," he mentally exclaimed. He suddenly acquired the lacking half of his determination to retreat, on see ing an empty barrel, with slats nailed across its open end to .convert it into a chicken-coop, come bobbing down towards him. He knew that this meant serious trouble and that the water must be very much higher, miles above, near the souroe of the stream, than where be was. ■ He faced about and began rowing down stream. Although the current was swift, his impatience to reach home and care for his mother ahd younger brothers increased as a realization, of their peril grew upon him. He plied the oars with the strong, regular strokes of a professional oarsmen. But for all hia excellent speed, dark ness began to close in about him before he began to pass the outlines of familiar landmarks that told him he would soon behome. The tall timber which bordered the stream on either aide had been cleared away opposite hla home. Not until the Peerless had passed out from between the banks of timber did Frank realize the height to which .the water had rlsea. The banks of the Big Cana were so entirely submerged that he had no difficulty in rowing, to the door of his own homo, The door was open; there was no light burning. No one answered to hia loud shouts. The water was too high to permit him to draw his boat through the door into the house. He. bravely assured himself that their hired man. a Chero kee half-breed, had taken his mother and brothers to the hills or some other place of safety. Just then he saw lights moving about in the upper Btoiy of their nearest neighbor’s house, nearly half a mile distant. I t was a storyand-a-half house and the most substantial!' one on the bot toms. Probably the surrounding neigli- bors lmd taken refugo there, believing that It would withstand the action of' the floods and keep its upper story above water. As he rowed towards it, ho saw .the red glcain of bonfires that had been f , w , Him falJll 'W 1 ''till I / ' .FRANK swung h is la n t e r n , kindled along the uplands, as beacon- lights to the fugitives and rescuers. His heart heat high with suspense as he pulled his boat in front of the house and called: "Hello! Hello!” He was answered by the owner of Hie house, from nn upper window. ’Mother here?" he anxiously in quired. "Yes." •‘And the boys?" "Yes; but I lon’t reckon none of us kin stay here long," snid the neighbor “Of course not," replied Frank. "Tell them to hustle on their things and I'll take them to the hills first and then came back for the others." As the liouss was situated on a "rise of ground” ths water had only risen to the middle hinge of the door, and Frank carefully pulled the Feerlese in side the room aud up ts the stairway, from which hia mothers and brother! stepped into the boat. She gave Frank a silent kiss, placed a hand on the head of each *>f her younger lads and scarcely stirred or spoke during the whole wild,ride to the bluffs. It was a terrible night. The whole valley was a vast black river, filled with bellowing cattle, floating cabins, despairing men, women and children. From every part of the flood could be heard the booming of guns, signaling for help; and occasionally a despairing human cry could be heard above the roar of the waters and the. confused noises of the ^drowning and terrified animals. Frank anticipated' that his mother would entreat him, because of his re cent illness, to stay with her and let others take the boat and continue the rescue, so he no sooner saw her safely landed, than he pushed the boat away and darted out into the darkness with a lantern in her bow. Before reacliipg th'e neighbor’s house again, lie met boats bearing all its former inmates. This left him free to drift down stream, as he could make more, rapid progress with less expend!* turc of strengtlu But some-strong and unaccountable impulse seemed to draw him in tlie opposite direction. Heobeyed the impulse and pushed up stream, keeping out of the swiftest current and occasionally pausing to listen for cries of human distress. But ho could hear none—only the strange, wild, un natural cries of mules, horses aiid cat tle, floundering aimlessly about in the mighty flood, staring in wild-eyed con fusion a t his glimmering| lantern as he pushed hurriedly past them. A white object became dimly visible and he rowed up to it. It was a straw-stack, lodged against the top of a tall osage hedge. Its only inhabitant was a set ting hen, who scolded with hearty domesticity, as he flashed his lantern before her, Curiously enough, he after wards learned that the stack became dislodged and was carried far down the stream, where it landed "right-side-up” and the faithful old Dominique hatched her eggs and reared her brood in tri umph. Again Frank .nearly determined to turn down stream, but the blind, im pulse which had dictated bis course at first held him to its continuance, i He rowed steadily up stream for an hour, as nearly as he could judge, and almost despaired of rescuing any one, when a faint sobbing sound caused him to stop instantly and listen. There could be. no doubt about it; someone was crying out in despair. . Frank hallooed as loudly as he could and swung bis lantern. Ho was answered from a clamp of treetops, near the original banks of Big Cana. He hastened there and found' a woman and two little boys clinging in the branches. Frank recognized them at once as Rufo Miller’s mother and little brothers. No sooner were they safely in the boat than Mrs. Miller fainted and uarrowly escaped falling overboard and overturning the boat But Frank dashed her face with cold water and finally succeeded in reviving her. She then began to cry hysteric aUy and pleaded with .him to search for her Husband, whom she fancied She had heard calL He had become separated from them some time before, she brief ly explained. They would call and then pause to listen, from time to time, until nearly* ready to give up the search as hopeless, when at la s ts feeble reply rewarded their persistence. I t came from across the bed of the stream, and although the current was very strong and his boat well loaded, Frank -realized that there was no retreating and that ho must pull through in some way. For a time it seemed aa though the boat would either capsize or be carried miles down the river, but by a heroic struggle he at last pulled into compar atively calm water. Repeated answers their callsbrought them to a treetop in which a man was clinging. It was' Mr. Miller. Their experience, to which Frank listened as he pulled for the nearest signal fire, was as follows; Rufe had gone in the morning to visit consins on tbe uplands and was un doubtedly safe. The valley at their house was so narrow that when once the creek had overflowed Its banks the water rose with terrible rapidity. The father, mother and youngest boy ;umped into the "democrat wagon" and he older lad, twelve years old, mounted ila pony and rode behind. As the fields between them and town were lined with barb-wire fences, they were obliged to follow the road, which led half a mile up stream before turning towards the bluffs. They had gone but few rods when they saw a wave sweeping down upon them, The lad on the pony instantly threw off his coat, This rare presence of mind saved his life, for the waves swept the pony from nnder him and It was only by a fierce struggle that he gained the wagon. The father managed to turn the team about and regain the house. From the upper windows they watched the awful rise of the waters. In a few minutes the house bad floated free from Its founda- ions. Ths father swan) outside, much of tlie time, to see that It Was not going to wreck upon obstacles. After .dark ,H 5 could not do tlifc, hut when li dodged against an immense pile of drift wood he clambered out upon th a t The itoiise suddenly, disappeared in the darkness and he was left on the d rift Again the hottt* lodged. The desperate mother sad the two boys stambsrsdont Into tbs strong branches of the tree with which they had oollided. They were scsrosly settled against its trank, when the roof of the house fell in. The house dislodged and moved on, A large log next charged its butt sgainst the tree. What if it should form the nucleus for a collection of driftwood that should break -the tree? She placed her foot against the log and persistently worked it loose. Then'she discovered that tbe boys were nodding. Their forces were exhausted and they were falling asleep, to drop into the dark floodbelow them When threats would no longer keep them awake, the courageous mother broke a switch from the tree and with it whipped them into wakefulness. Then she fancied that she could hear her husband calling. What wonder that she fainted when Frank took her into the Peerless! He had hoped to find men at the sig nal fire who would take the' Peerless and continue th* work of rescuing; hut be did not. Although his strength was well-nigh exhausted, he left the Millers in the caro of the hospitable women whom they found on the shore and turned to cross to the other shore He found the pull through the cur rent almost as difficult as before and had scarcely, completed it when he saw a strange object bearing down upon RE SNATCHED OUT THE CHILD. him. It was the wreck of a "prairie schooner," and from the wails that came from it Frank knew it contained a child. Fragments of its canvas cov ering were flying from its skeleton "hoop" arches and the child was stretching.its. tiny arms over the edge of the box, Frank turned bis boat alongside and snatched out the child and pulled for the nearest signal fire. His strength was so nearly gone that he almost dcspaired.of reaching it, but the pitiful cries of the child aroused him to a last effort. - He readied the shore to find tlie signal, fire deserted. By alow de.- grees ho drew the Peerless ashore,over turned her and propped her up Indian fashion, fronting the fire, and, taking the child, crawled beneath her.. In the early morning a search party fonnd them, the face of the little baby girl resting against the lad’s bare bosom, both sleeping soundly. To still her cries for her mother’s breast he had opened his flannel shift and gathered her close against his own brave, tender heart, . Frank, the Feerless and the little waif all survived the effects of the flood and are the pride of Big Cana bottoms, whore they still -dwell. The b aby - now Frank’s adopted aister—was prob ably tho child of movers who hod camped on tho bottoms that terrible, night, F orrest C r issey . A G ing erb read B a rom e te r. A clever Frenchman who has original ideas on most subjects employs a kind of barometer which may safely be called unique. I t is nothing more nor less than the figure of a general made of gingerbread. 11c buys it every year at the Place du Tronc, takes it home, and hangs it by a string on a nail. Gingerbread, as everyone knows, is easily affected- by changes in tlie at mosphere. The slightest moisture ren ders it soft; in dry weather, on the con trary, it grows hard and tough. -Every morning, on. going out, the Frenchman asks his servant: "What 'does the general say?” and the man ap plies his thumb to the gingerbread figure. Sometimes he replies: "The general feels flabby about the chest; he would advise your taking an umbrella," On the other hand, when the general's symptoms are "hard and unyielding," the Frenchman sallies forth arrayed in his best, with no fears for his spotless suit or Ids new hat. He Bays the gen eral has so far never proved unworthy o ' the confidence placed in his prognos tications.—Youth's Companion. - „ E c o n om y o f G o o d R o a d s , Ahorse can draw on a common mac adamized road more than twice as much and on a good, solid Telford-macndam road more than three times as much as he could on a gravel road. Therefore, a farmer who might send produce Into market for two hundred (300) days in the year, using a pair of homes to draw a load of about* ton on a poor gravel road, could, if the road were well mac adamized, dispense with one of the horses. Supposing that the horse cost him forty (40) cents per day, including no first cost, he would save on this single item eighty dollars (|80) per an- hum.—Henry Irwin, B. A., 0. E., Mont real, Canada. PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL* —The most accomplished negro voo doo in ths United States lives near tin small creel^of Gooseneck, in the Indian territory, forty miles from the Kansas line, Ilia house is alive with snakes and rats, and is adorned with hones and skulls. 1 —While a young man was sitting in a San Francisco theater the other night a wandering ra t sought refuge under hii coat-tails. He was unaware of its pres ence until, 'reaching for something from his hip pocket, he was severely bitten in the hand. -A citizen of Prescott, Ariz., the Chi cago Tribune reports, had asthma for six years, during which time he was never able to sleep a t night except in a sitting posture. He took the grip Borne weeks ago and when ho recovered his asthma wasgone. _ -A Michigan man removed (90 in bills from a letter and inadvertently throw them info the stove instead of the envelope as he had intended. The nature ,of the mistake dawned upon him in time to enable him by quick mo tions to rescue a part of tlie money. -Victoria has decided that all profits' which may be realized -by the sale of the fac-similo of .her letter to the na tion, on the occasion of the death of the duke of Clarence and Avondale, shall ■ be given to the Gordon boys’home and to such o'ther charities as she may direct. —King Humbert, of Italy, has been playing the part q[fan amateur fireman, as the dulce of Sutherland once ,used to do in London. The king attended the burning of a large flour warehouse, and . was uproariously cheered by the popu lace, when owing greatly to Bis majes ty’s exertions the fire was extinguished. The late Dr. George Kingsley was the last survivor of the distinguished trio of brothers, of whom Charles Kingsley was the best known to the outer world. ..He was a man of exten sive scientific attainments, an able phy sician, and a brilliant wit. He had his reverend brother’s insatiable love of traveling. -The late Rev. Mr. Spurgeon suffered from the gout, ahd ho was very heavy. In his later years it became uncomfort able for him to ascend long flights of stairs.. At the time of his death an ele vator was building by which he was to be elevated to the pulpit without the fatigue of walking up stairs. His peo ple intended to save him from the dis- comfort of reaching his pulpit in a breathless condition, A recent prank of the little queen of Holland,' Wilhelmina, is recorded. Having forgotten to prepare her geogra phy lesson on a certain day she was re quired by her governess to draw a map of Europe as a penalty. This governess, by the way, is an Englishwoman. When the young' sovereign had:com pleted her task it appeared that the country of her instructor was repre sented by a minute dot, while Holland hod been exaggerated into an immense kingdom. . . _______ . "■ "A LITTLE NONSENSE." —Offspring—"Ma, what makes pa so " cross to-day?’’ Mother—"He’s writing poem on the beauties of paternal love.”—Boston Transcript. ■Physician—"I called to collect those bills which I sent you,” Mr. Squills— "Yon are perfectly welcome to them, 1 doctor. Here they are, all in one packet." ■The Woman’s Way.—Friend—"TD o you permit your wife to have her own way?” Husband (positively)—“No, sir. Shehas it without my permission.”— Detroit Free Press. —•"You don’t know yet how she feels toward you?” "No, but I’m going to make her show her, hand." "How?” "I shall present her with a diamond ring.”—N* Y. Press. Ah,” mused Mr. Hungry ‘Higgins, as tho "charitable officer” steered him to ward the city woodyard, “I have once more struck tho popular cord.”— Indianapolis Journal. —Tommy—“What is tl;o difference between a sin and a crime, paw?” Mr. Figg—"Well, to steal a million dollars Is a sin; to steal ten dollars is a crime.” ■Indianapolis'Journal. —Didn’t Work.—A—"Excuse mo, dear friend, I am momentarily a little em barrassed, and-----” B—"You lucky man! 1have been greatly embarrassed for a long time."—Fliegende Blatter. —Otherwise She Would Hare.—Tom my—"You must have given my sister an orange, too. Didn’t you?” Mrs. Nabor—“Yes, Tommy. Hew did you know it?” Tommy—"She didn’t cry for mine,”—Yankee Blade, —I t Was the Woman, of Course.— ‘No, sir; a woman can’t keep a secret.” Think not?” "I’m Sure of I t I told Mrs, Roundshcgoes a secret this morn ing and she told it to her husband, and now it’s all over town.”—N, Y, Press. —Overdoing,It—Fond Mother—"I do so hope tha t Georgehas studied hard at college, I have tried to impress upon his mind the value Of a liberal educa tion," Father—" I am afraid, my dear, that you have rather overdone tho mat ter.' I had to send him a check for £50 to-day,—Fanny Folks. A Satisfactory Conclusion.—Mrs, Younghushnnd—"And you'll let- me spend the money for that purpose, dear?” Mr. Younghusband—“Why need you ask? Isn’t all the money yonrs, sweet?" , "Mrs. Younghtwband- "Bnt 1 don’t help you earn it, dearest" Mr. Yotitighusbntul (tenderly)—"No- er—but you help me spend it, darling-* —N. Y. Sun. 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There that army, sl themenbscif fromwhich i seven days.1 I t is used ‘ do not turn i . another urml jails and p | ‘they come, comes a lorj hands a re1 With ropes i on their wa| are going crime kne mittqd by the influe; But b a r and who i chains, at go racing acs, made are forme: their ear; Slimy rep and fiends fore their and we bi But whi the air, ai black com I t is the One hand] the drunk to their gi many frie we can pt cessions i processior take a goo to go by, i slowly. 1 every no? corpse, in ly by, and sing: ’*Quick,« Over the H e is on! Look i See the i delirium tor a re ; Some fr too drun stumble: drowhed woods ai of the i brains stabbed roasted were ei Under tli Ways, bu and on tl any—ma a drunks Close h line of hot lion tiumerot friends, those through ty of of broki murdere in build 1men. the ra ginssra tip on a saptaia
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