Alpine Avalanche. (Alpine, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, August 31, 1900 Page: 2 of 8
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THREE DOSES OF ROGERS’ BLUE CHILL CURE
Will cure any case of Chills and Fever. Price, 25C.
No Cure, No Pay—All Druggists.
Pale
and
Weak
H. E., Sollenberger, the head of a
faith cure orphanage in Philadelphia,
has been held by a coroner’s jury for
the death of a 7-months-old child who
died under his charge without medical
attention.
It is believed the state guard will
camp at Hastings.
It has been computed about 70 bab-
ies are born each minute.
Some people are like geese—make a
racket as they run.
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When Answering Advertisements Kindly
Mention This Paper.
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Colonel Webb Hayes, detailed as an
aide on General Chaffee’s staff, was a.
passenger on the Meade.
Ladies Can Wear Shoes
One size smaller after usingA lien’s Foot-
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shoes easy. Cures swollen, hot,sweating,
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man and beast, in Uncle Sam’s
They were marvelous to look at
Ornamental Seyseraper.
New York correspondence Pittsburg
Post: In an up-town side street a tall
building is approaching completion and
will be the first to exhibit a peculiarity
of construction which has often been
urged heie as the-best means of miti-
gating the skyscraper’s ugliness. This
new building towers above its neigh-
" Try Yucatan Chill Tonic (Improved.)
A reliable tonic; each dose has the same
proportion of medicine; no shaking re-
quired. Price 50 cents.
Best Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Use
paa in time. Sold by druggists. „
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The Supreme Court of Massachusetts
has decided that a bicycle is not a “car-
riage,” and that the cities and towns
are not legally required to keep their
roads in such a state of repair and
smoothness that bicycles may pass
©ver them in safety. A bicycle rider
was hurt near Danvers because of a
depression in the road. A suit followed,
and the plaintiff was awarded $85 dam-
ages. The Supreme Court has annulled
the verdict.
unkillable mules,
corked bottle was found dead;
other unconscious, past recovery.
—gaunt, shaggy,
would face the spectator. But
Beauty and in
women vanish early in
life because of monthly
pain or some menstrual
irregularity. Many suf-
fer silently and see their
best gifts fade away.
| Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound |
that, except where it is
The four men placed before the
country by the two great political par-
ties are exceptionally well known. One
of them is now the President, another
was four years ago his chief competi-
tor for that office, a third was for four
years Vice-President, and the fourth
probably the best-known governor of a
state in the land. The country has
four months in which to think them
over, weigh their characters, qualities
and tendencies, and make up its mind.
Don’t be fooled with a mackintosh
or rubber coat if youwantacoat
that will keep you dry in the hard-
est storm buy the Fish Brand
Slicker. If not for sale in your
town, write for catalogue to
A. J. TOWER, Boston, Mass.
UNION SOLDIERS
Who homesteaded less than 160 acres prior to
June 22,1874, even if they abandoned it, I want
to buy their additional right Address
S. B. WILLOCK,
450 Sheidley Building, Kansas City, Mo.
didn't know the infantry
town, that I was hungrier
she-wolf of the Scriptures,
elusion I asked hastily:
Among many entertaining tricks dis-
played by a well known dog in Evans-
ton, Ill., was the ability to smoke ciga-
rettes. His master had taught him
this habit, and master and Chute, as
the dog was called, were often seen pa-
rading the streets, each smoking a ci-
garette. Lately the dog became mad,
and bit every other dog it met.
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Bishop Walshan How, the hymn-
writer, once induced a workingman to
attend church. Asked afterward how
he liked it the parishioner replied:
‘I learned one thing. I learned that
Sodom and Gomorrah were places. I
always thought they were husband
and wife.” Lawyers affirm that the
cases which beget the most hatred
and viturperation and are most diffi-
cult to settle are those between near
kindred. Moreover, the differences
are largely of the trifling and imagi-
nary kind which better information
would have prevented. The plan of
searching the Scriptures has lost none
of its potency. Not infrequently, the
ages through, has it settled more per-
sonal enigmas than the identity of
Sodom and Gomorrah
aerated by agriculture, it is reeking
with disease germs. The “evil spir-
its” released by the spade are bacteria.
One of the charges which the Chi-
nese make against the “foreign devils”
is that they dig up the soil and there-
by release evil spirits which prey upon
human life. It is true that much mor-
tality followed the founding of the
English settlement at Hongkong, and
deaths have been frequent since the
digging in and around the new Ger-
man town of Tsing-tan. A writer in
the Forum offers the explanation,
which the Chinese are too supersti-
tious to accept. The soil in both places
is disintegrated granite, and has been
so long occupied by a dense population
/ The extraordinary carelessness of
parents in leaving dangerous drugs
within reach of children is in marked
contrast with governmental supervi-
sion over druggists and physicians. A
few weeks ago a man bought some
chloroform with which to kill a dog,
and while waiting to use it, wrapped
the bottle in a cloth and tucked it into
a work-basket. Two little children
found it, presumably fancied it a sick
doll, and took it to bed with them. In
the morning the child clasping the un-
For years the male residents of
Healdsburg, Cal., talked of certain im-
provements the town needed. Noth-
ing came of the talk, and then the
women took the matter up and formed
a Ladies’ Improvement Club. This or-
ganization has transformed the place,
having by its active influence and or-
ganized labors procured for the town
a municipal water system, a municipal
electric light plant, comfortable seat,
in the plaza, an intelligible name sys-
tem for the streets, sign boards with
street names at all corners and a
drinking fountain costing $600. These
improvements were brought about
without increasing taxes, except for
the two purposes first named.
helps women preserve
roundness of form and
freshness of face. be-
cause it makes their en-
tire female organism
healthy. It carries wo-
men safely through the
various natural crises
and is the safeguard of
woman9s health.
The truth about this
great medicine is told in
the letters from women
being published in this
paper constantly.
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Our government is to devote $25,000
for experimenting with flying ma
chines for use in the army. This is a
large sum and yet it cannot .compare
with that spent by those who experi-
ment with so-called dyspepsia cures.
Take Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters. It
is made expressly to cure constipa-
tion, dyspepsia and all stomach dis-
orders.
owner and architects have adopted the
plan imposed by law in Paris and have
decorated the sides of the building.
This ornamentation, which is simple
and tasteful, conforms in style to the
principal facades of the building, al-
though not nearly so elaborate. If all
the New York’s towering buildings had
been treated in the same fashion, ob-
jection to the skyscraper would be less
pronounced than it is today.
bors, and under ordinary <
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The larynx of a man in Sydney, Aus-
tralia, became useless through disease,
and he lost his voice. Professor
Stuart, of the University of Sydney is
said to have made an artificial one,
and it can be so regulated as to make
the voice soprano, tenor, contralto or
bass at will.
each standing up under 200 odd pounds
of government straights—a dozen tan-
ned, haggard and just as unkillable
packers, handling the big train with
an intense but whispered profanity,
for the day and the trail and the miles
had killed the voices in their throats.
The mules pushed the soldiers out of
the plaza, swung into line and smelled
the necks of their neighbors, at the
same time wiping clear the foam from
their mouths. They seemed to be pass-
ing through the herd now, a general
inquiry as to how each other had fared
through the prolonged hellishness of
the hyke. ‘Meanwhile the packers as-
sisted by spirit-willing, but neverthe-
less gutteral profanity, unloaded and
uncinched; and the pile of provisions
grew high in the plaza. The soldiers
crowded near, and one otherwise one
spoiled the whole system by getting
into the boss packer’s way.
“Get back, you d— infants. You’ve
grubbed twice since we have.” The
voice of the pack train’s chief would
have been a roar naturally, but its
strength had gone from him that
night. With towering irony he finish-
ed. “Mamma’ll have dinney for
babies in a little while.”
Honestly the love bonds which exist
between packers and infantrymen
would be easily severed. And this is
strange, too, for few are the packers
who have not “soldiered” at one time
in Uncle Sam’s service. As a matter
of fact what have these strong, strange
rough men not done at one time in
their lives? Old Dad will tell you of
the days in Uncle Sam’s cavalry when
it was the brawn of arm and the
granite of one’s fists which beat it way
into the superiority of a non-com’s
stripes—the days when troopers rode
in the homewest, hunted Geronimo
and the Apache Kid—rode long, lived
hard and shot true. Scar Face, the
greaser, will tell you how he smuggled
gallons of Mexican mescal across the
Rio Grande, when nobody was watch-
ing but the man in the moon, and
about the wads of money he made out
of the white oldiers on pay days.
Dirty Ike, the cook of the train, went
with Reno, when the squadrons of the
unlucky Seventh horse separated to
corral Sitting Bull in the 70’s. Dirty
Ike will tell you how he helped to bury
of bacon and hardtack was in the air
It was a glorious smell, but it mad-
dened me. I was quite a stranger to
the infantry battalions, having hyked
for the first time with them that day.
And I had no rations! You who have
never been in a similar condition, are
wholly strangers to the keen, ragged
edge of the word suffering. Suddenly
a brilliant thought came to me. I
went over to the cook of the pack
train, who had a big fire started.
"Please, sir,” I said eagerly, “can’t
I get you another pail of water?” He
sized me up for a moment, feeling the
edge of a butcher knife. Then he
kicked an empty bucket in my direc-
tion and said:
“Bust yourself!”
I turned with the water and became
very busy poking the fire, washing the
coffee-pot and keeping out of the
cook’s way. Suddenly he seemed to
warm to me.
“Who in h— are you? he asked
kindly. I exclaimed briefly and added,
deeming it wise to be honest, that I
had lost a pony the day before, that I
low. He lost hisself from the herd
about noon, and I saw him way up on
top of a cliff. He was a pet of mine
and I called to him. His front feet were
right on the edge. He looked at me
kind of s&rrowful, and then pushed
himself over. He’s a-layen out there
now in one of them canons, ’bout 10
miles from here. I—liked—Old Moon
Eye—decent—feller.”
An hour afterward we were still
standing together watching the herd
Broken Foot and I. He seemed to
want to say something more, and so
I waited. At last it came.
“Say, I’ve got an old mother back in
St. Louis. I send her something every
pay day, but I hain’t heard from her
for six months. Will you find out
about her, an’ write me when you get
back, Kid?—Broken Foot Bill Burd-
sell—Pack Train Thirteen.”
I promised. And after that there
was no sound in the plaza save the
crunching of the mules at their forage
and an occasional coquettish squeal
from the bell-mare. And the moon
swung over to the northeast, and hung
low and waited for the dawn.
And the next morning I started to
hyke with the pack train, and during
the next eight days I learned to be
proud of my strong new friends in
Train Thirteen. And I saw wonderful
things watching General Schwan’s big
campaign in the lower provinces of
Luzon—from the back of the bell-
mare.
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For the Ladies.
A PRIESMEYERSEOE
Ab SHOES THAT WEAR.
Ask Your Dealer For Them.
that midnight chorus! One would
teink that a big chain of mountains
were dying with sins unforgiven. And
the bell-mare in the midst of her noisy
adorers, kept up a coquettish and in-
cessant kicking and biting. This is
why she is loved so and sought after,
the packers will tell you.
This lady of the herd is very impor-
tant, and her knowledge of the fact is
apparent. She must have the temper
of a Jezebel and the icy soul of a Phil-
ippino female to hold her ascendency.
Should she warm a little toward some
great shaggy head, which bends near
her adoringly, there would be scandal
in the herd, and the bell-mare and her
favored one would be kicked out of
business promptly. But so long as she
kicks and squeals impartially toward
all, the great stupid burden bearers
follow whither she leads.
“Beat a woman,” observed the pack-
ers, with the large wisdom of single
men and exiles from things feminine,
“if you would have her love you!”
Those men achieve such heights of
wisdom because they know mules and
bell-mares.
The lady of the herd carries no loads.
The packer in the advance leads her
and by virtue of her heartlessness she
keeps the whole herd in her train. If
it were not for her the packers could
not keep the mules together, for their
heads are free from halter or bridle
when on the trail? A bell is strapped
around her neck, and in the dark the
mules of a train follow the sound and
are satisfied. Where the bell is there
is also peace in the herd; when the
bell is ilent, the mules undertake to
learn the reason, and in a frenzied
search they cover vasts tracts of ter-
ritory in all directions, which is na-
turally bothersome for the packers.
My head was full of the marvel of
all these things that night in Alphon-
so. I saw one of the big beasts in a
careless fit of affection, place his head
too near the heels of the belle. She
used her heels as usual and landed
heavily. For a second the mule was
blinded, staggered, then (oh, the
shame, the crime of it!) he forgot
himself and kicked back at the lady! I
I believe he was bruised for life by the
rest, before he got out of the herd.
Tiny fires dotted the outskirts of
the plaza now, and the glorious smell
Hereafter boys who"VISt 'Tn 'tne'
navy will not have to buy their uni-
forms.
“Will I get some more water?”
The little camp-fires of the soldiers
were embers now, and beside them the
men from the States were lying in the
moonlight rapturously rolling about in
that big and general sympathy which
is an adjunct of tobacco and strong
coffee. At last the packers came in
from the mules. The animals had
been watered and fed, and only the
herd guard was left with them now.
“Come and get it while it’s hot, you
savage,” ordered the cook. Then he
made me swell up until I was giddy by
observing. “Here’s an extra mess-tin,
if you haven’t got one” And by way
of introduction, he concluded, “Fel-
lers. this is one of them short-handed
guys, as writes for the papers. He
lost his mouth, and is out of grub.The
only good thing about him I know is
that he isn’t one of them d— soldiers.
Then I met Old Dad and Scar Face
and Broken Foot. They made a man
out of me with coffee and bacon, and
treated me as if I had been one always,
ane they told me wonderful tales
which I have yet to repeat. Ah, that
was a marvelous night in the moon-
light at dirty Alphonso! When most
of the fellows were drowsy, Broken
Foot Bill went out to the herd to take
his trick at the guard. I went with
him. Listen to the words Broken
Foot said to me that night and you
will see his big heart:
“See that big roan brute, with a hole
in his side?” he asked. “Well, that’s
Mankiller, the dead ringer for old
Motn Eye, who killed herself today.
Don’t go near that brute; he’s wicked.
Old Moon Eye was the shape of that
brute, only he was a gentleman. He
had a hole in his side. We haven’t
packed him for three days. This
morning he was stiff and couldn’t fol-
MsoWER‘s“
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the dead of Custer’s command in the
circling shadows of vulture wings, and
how the dead men looked way out in
Montana that hot June day. Broken
Foot Bill, my best of friends in pack
trai^ 13, will tell you how he hit an
iceberg, while rounding Cape Horn in
a whaler and lost his personal profits
of three years toil—$10,000 worth of
sperm oil. He tells of dealing faro in
the black reek of crime of Port Said on
the Suez. Ah, the Broken-Foot has
been a wanderer.
Yes, in a pack train you will see
men whose natures have led them in
all the dark places on the surface of
the earth. They have found gold pick-
ings in some of these places, they will
tell you, and villainous whisky in all.
In the desirable things of civilization
—in tse soft wiles of fair women, they
are as little children; but if you are a
white man and need a friend, a dollar
a square meal, or all three, these pack-
ers will growl at you, give it to you,
and tell you to call again. And you
who would write books, procure a jug
of good whisky if possible, but whisky
at all events, strike a packer’s camp at
night, when the mules are quiet over
their forage, and you will hear tales
with the color of all lands, and the
heart beats of rugged manhood And
do not forget to take the jug out to
the lonely fellow whose trick it is to
guard the herd that night, for he will
not forget you if you fail to remember
him.
But I was writing about that night
at Alphonso. As each heavy pack was
removed from the back of a mule, the
swearing animal moved out of line,
shook himself with many satisfied
grunts, and then sank down noisily up-
on the turf of the plaza to scratch his
numb and itching back in the only way
he knew. This process was performed
with many grunts of intense pleasure,
and even after the killing day under
the packs, there was a gentle coltish
kicking in the herd when the rolling
was over. After rolling the mules
gathered together about the bell-mare
and raised their voices in mighty mag-
nitude to the moon, demanding the
water and forage for which they had
worked hard all day. Oh, the din of
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Slowly starving infantry, parts of
two volunteer battalions, were sprawl-
ed about in the dusty moonlit plaza of
Alphonso that night. A small group
of fagged and famished war scribes
were among them, and these men com-
mented seriously upon the ugly and
thankless proposition which life is.
Now and then a commissioned officer
swore loudly at his men, alternately
calling them blood-thirsty devils and
nerve-shattered young ladies. The en-
listed men cursed back in half audible
growls. In the air was that queer mur-
muring undertone, which can always
be heard in the midst of American
troops, just after a brush with the
“niggers.” And straight above the
foul and ancient town a hot white mid-
night moon stared down tauntingly.
Never-to-be-forgotten is that last Jan-
uary night at Alphonso, way down in
one of the lower provinces of Luzon,
dark for 10 rainless days; feed it at
rare and irregular intervals upon
bacon and hardtack; charge it upon
live, smoking rebel trenches once or
twice every 48 hours, and cm the tenth
day keep up the program, except for
the bacon and hardtack—then look at
the battalion if you are interested at
all in devilish moods or the causes of
crime. You will understand then the
necessity of a perdition hereafter, and
the likelihood of its being crowded.
The service in Luzon teaches that it
is a place of fathomless mud during
the rains, and of terrorizing heat when
the rains are not. It also teaches a
man to truly sweat and to look at
tragedy without squinting. But more
and most of all in Luzon a man learns,
too, what a gaunt, helpless animal he
is—learns it from the hitting lesson
which a craving stomach teaches. And
this is a lesson which kills pride, pure
thoughts and dreams of home. * * *
The men in the plaza of dirty Alphon-
so learned this lesson that day, and
that night it was impressed upon them.
Suddenly the sentry on duty at the
north end of the town shouted. The
men in the plaza jumped to their feet
and listened. Then faint and far off
could be heard the tinkle of a pack
train’s bell-mare. The rations were
coming! Never in profane history of
the world did such a yell ascend as
from the plaza of Alphonso. The near-
est thing to me was a vicious sun-cur-
ed pony which had jolted me shabbily
for ten hours that day. I hugged the
pony and the ugly beast, bereft of all
fine sentiments, kicked in the front of
a bamboo shack, to which I had teth-
ered him. The soldiers slapped each
other facetiously and were men with
human hearts once more. Feed a dog
, if you would have him follow you, for
there is something of the man in him.
’ Not long after that there pounded in-
to the plaza a train of the hardest toil-
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