Evening Star Newspaper, March 16, 1895, Page 18

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Pete te tty ty ty te tn te te ta be ty fn bg Sat by bn gt REE MED EERE EERE ESESESESEES SURE SUSUSSNEN YS 3 SS SSeS ee Sees LERSR CES ESRREL ERE T ES ESSEC ES SEES SEES SOS SLE LIES SIL SI SS SES SSF SSS Ef ood sti ice. He ridge, and had his d Gmaner with him. La “ WITH FULL SUITS OF HAIR | ramiing eo iocetumed im anaateps [A M OD ER N RO Chit se ret Mating a tear amos |A WAR EP1S OD E| cat, tuaiow, casty. “we vanks have| FUR, HAIR AND SCALES Personal Characteristics of Some Well- Known Senators. How They Dress, Walk and Stand— Peculiar Habits When Address- ing the Senate. Senator Teller is a striking figure on the Senate floor. Above his reflecttve brow the heavy suit of iron gray hair stands on end, looking for all the world as if he either had seen a ghost or had been wrestling with some great problem—the silver question, probably. His form is frail and his shoulders stooping, and he sits in his seat in an exhausted manner. Yet, when he rises to address the Senate on the silver question, he takes on, as it were, another form. When speaking, he makes few gestures, and walks back and forth behind his desk with his hands, for the greater time, in his pockets. Mr. Tel- ler is seldom seen to laugh when his col- leagues are gathered about him in groups. He works hard, and pays little attention to his dress, yet his attire is always neat and im good taste. He is a sympathetic man, and has a great feeling for the poor and hard-pushed small office holders, and has a@ generous and kindly nature. Senator Allison of Iowa might be called Allison the Strong, from the massive head presented, and the sturdy and powerful frame carried with rolid strength about the Senate floor. He is seldom seen join- ing any of the little knots of Senators who frequently gather about the rear of the floor, chatting and laughing over some cartoon or caricature in the papers; nor is he often found on the “other side of the chamber” conferring with his democratic colleagues. His long coat hangs loosely and comfortably on his shoulders, which are square and powerful, but as he walks the casual observer notices that his toes turn slightly inward. While Senator Smith is perhaps the heav- fest man on the floor, he has the most classic features. His manners, too, are graceful and easy. He is very particular in his general attire, and is never seen badly dressed, and his garments never look the worse for the wear. His full suit of almost white hair is invariably brushed in the most becoming and perfect manner. With his friends Senator Smith is very affable and kind, yet upon the floor he is inost dignified. He requires very little at- tention from the pages, and glides in and out of the doors much like an Ohio river steamboat rounding a turn in the stream. Senator Henry Cabot Lodge, the junior Senator fror: Massachusetts, has a full suit of hair, and the part curves distinctly around the crown as perfectly as it could nave done when he was but a boy ‘fhe intact crown is not the only feature of youth which remains with him, for as he strides about the floor his step is still boyish and his manners very natural ani easy. He has great legislative ability, and always speaks strongly and to the point, which even his friends on the other side of the floor graciously admit. It is his habit when addressing the Senate to stand with his hands clasped behind him and under the skirt of his short blouse coat. He speaks in a straightforward manner, fre- quently stepping between the desks and balancing his toes over the step in the floor, which seems to be a favorite position with him. The crisp, gray hair of Senator White of California sticks up all over his round head in great abundance, whfch, with his heavy beard, makes his pleasant face ap- pear as if it were trying to get through, and above it all. There is always an ex- pression in his countenance whfth makes one think he has just discovered a good Joke on some one. From the Pacific Slope. No two Senators of opposite politics get on as evenly as do the two from California, Senators White and Perkins. The former is seldom seen without his hands in his pockets. When he addresses the Senate he likes to get out in the aisle, and once well under way he swings along at a softly. While he is never badly dressed, yet one can readily see that he spends no great amount of time in arranging his sen- atorial garb. Few Senators seem to be distressingly devoted to the ethics of dress. As Senator Blanchard sits in his seat one is not particularly attracted toward him, but it is when he walks across the floor with his serenely dignified poise that one is called to observe his rather clerical bearing, and cool, dignitied and quietly reserved manner. His abundant locks show him to be a young man, yet he takes pride in saying: “When I spent thirteen years at the other end of the Capitol.” “The Pride of the West.” There is no more striking figure on the Senate floor than Senator Peffer, with his neat, well-groomed head and “pride of the west” beard. Tall, thin and wiry, he seems a frail belng to weather the storms of the western plains, so frail, in- deed, that his long coat hangs in deep wrinkles on his sharp shoulders. When Senator Peffer takes the floor for one of his speeches for the people one might as well think of staying the willful winds of his native state as to stop him, and at this point many of the very busy Senators go out to attend quite important business. One bad habit he has is that of chewing his after-dinner toothpicks as he comes on the floor. The artistic locks of Senator Brice ap- pear yet to call forth most comments. ‘That these curls are the pride of Mr. Brice is very evident, or is it a paramount -lesire to be odd that leads him to cultivate this hirsute crop? The valet ot tne Senator must pay great attention to the placing of each and every curl, for there seems nevér to be any change in them. To keep his auburn tresses at the same length he must have frequent recourse to the shears. He never seems to have “‘but just come from the bar- ber’s.”” There is no man more exquisitely dressed on the floor than is Senator Brice, with his taultlessly fitting Prince Albert coat, and the inevitable red flower in his button-hole. A little boy was heard to ask net long since: “Does Mr. Brice always have his flowers made by the same florist, that they are just the exact color all the time?’ Mr. Brice’s garments seem to be the blackest of any worn in the chamber; his vest is buttoned high, and the broad black tie meets it so that there is but a rim of white color shown, which, were he not so artistically gotten up, would give him a Priestly look. He is always twirling the cord to his eye glasses. Senator Caffrey is the proud owner of a full suit of hair, although it is quite gray. He dresses in a neat gray suit, with the only contrasting color in his robin-egg-blue tie. It is not a difficult thing to count the sen- atorial crowns that are still clothed in their youthful locks. Still, many wear their bald- ness with great and becoming grace, and really seem to gain dignity and distinction by the shining crowns. 60 His First Fee. From the Burlington (Ia.) Gazette. “Jones is a lucky fellow.” “How? “Got elected coroner; fellow who ran up against him dropped dead. Jones sat on him and made $3." SS Only a Member of Congress. From the Atlanta Constitution. “And, papa, what did grandfather do for his country?” “Nothing whatever, my son. He was a member of Congress!” ——_ +e+_____ The Careful Woman. From Judge. Cobwigger—“There’s a chance that you might recover the watch if you remember the number of it.’” Mrs. Cobwigger—“Oh, is that so, dear? I once wrote the number down on a little bit as you suggested.” ‘Where did you put it?” igger—“‘Why, in the back of HALL'S VEGETABLB SICILIAN HAIR RENEWER is unquestionably the best preservative of the hair. It fs also curative of dandruff, tetter and all scalp affections. West Virginia Moustaineers Terrorized by a Gigantic Bird, A Ten-Year-Old Child Carried Off by the Feathered Monster—A Hunt- er’s Terrible Battle. West Virginia Correspondence Globe-Democrat. Not since the treacherous Gauley river rose suddenly in the night and swept scores of the mountaineers living along its banks to death in its icy waters, has Webster county been so excited as it is at present. From away down on Cherry river to the remotest settlements on Sugar run, in the upper part of the county, the moun- taineers are talking of the gigantic bird which has been terrorizing this section for the past week or ten days. About two weeks ago a child of Dan Junkins, who lives over on Bergoo, some fifteen miles ‘Yrom this place, suddenly dis- appeared in a manner which for a time puzzled the oldest hunters and woodsmen of the county. It is now regarded as an absolute certainty that the child, a little girl of ten years, fell a prey to the winged monstrosity which for want of a better name the mountaineers call an eagle. Little Landy was sent by her mother one Friday afternoon to the cabin cf Joe Warn- ick, a mile and a half south of that of Junkins’, to ask after Mrs. Warnick, who had been sick. The girl started soon after noon for the Warnick cabin, but never reached there, and vanished as completely as if she had been spirited away by super- natural power. As Landy did not return by 4 or 5 o'clock Mrs. Junkins grew un- easy and sent her husband to look for her. He thought, perhaps, she had remained with the Warnicks, and went straight to the cabin. There he learned that the child had not been there. By that time it had become dark, and, assisted by the War- nicks, Junkins started to hunt his daugh- ter. Nothing could be seen of her, and the whole party returned to the Junkins cabin. As there were several inches of snow on the ground, the tracks of Landy could be plainly followed. They were followed to a peint within half a mile of the Warnick cabin, where they suddenly disappeared, and could not be seen any further. The point where they stopped was in a cleared field, where buckwheat had been grown last season, The. child must evidently have been frightened at something, for the tracks left the path, and where they stopped were some 15 or 20 feet away from it. There were a number of her tracks together, as if she had turned around and around, while trying to avoid something. Beyond this point the footprints disappeared. The search was continued far into the night, and the surrounding forest was scoured as far as possible, as it was thought the child might have wandered from the path. ‘The searchers were compelled to return to the almost distracted mother with the news that the missing child had not been found. The next day the search was continued by a number of others, who had heard the story, and come to volunteer their services. Search as closely as they could, beyond the footprints in the snow at the point near the path, they could not he followed fur- ther. How the child could have vanished and left no farther trace puzzled every one. If she had been seized by a wild animal, its tracks would surely have been left in the snow, but there was nothing of the kind. There was no explanation to be of- fered, and the mysiery of the disappearance was not revealed until several days later. A Strange Battle. Peter Swadley, a noted bear hunter of Webster, is now in the village being treated for the wounds he recived from the huge bird over on Laurel creek day before yes- terday. He is still in a precarious condi- tion from the encounter. Swadley was brought to Addison by Abe Kitsmiller on the afternoon of the day it happened. Swadley was hunting a bear over on Piney haunts Swadley had known for some days, through the laurel on the mountain side, when he came into a little clearing, and suddenly without other warning than a scream louder than that of a panther, which Swadley thought at first had jumped on him, the immense feathered creature swooped down with the evident intention of bearing him off. The bird dug its talons in his back, tearing his coat into shreds, and for some minutes there was a fierce fight in the snow. Swadiey lost his rifle, and did not get a chance to use his hunt- ing knife. Though he is a large, powerfully built man he had no chance with his bare hands, and his wounds show what a fight for life it must have been. One of the worst wounds the hunter received was over the left eye, where the scalp was torn away for at least three inches, making a terrible wound. Swadley still managed to retain his footing in the snow, though nearly uncon- scious, and strove to ward off the blows of the eagle’s talons, which nearly tore kim to pieces. Swadley’s dog Gunner was probably the only thing that saved him from being killed. The dog was off from its master When. the bird attacked him, but when Swadley shouted it returned and made for the eagle. The latter turned trom the man to the dog, and Swadley says with cne stroke of its powerful claws ripped cpen its stomach and flew away with the poor creature whining in its talons. Almost blirded by the blood which flowed from the wound over his eye, the hunter contrived to find his way down the moun- tain side to the cabin of Abe Kitsmiller, on Little Laurel creek, a mile or more from the place of conflict. He stumbled into the cabin nearly dead from the loss of blood. Kitsmiller was at home, and after he had bound up Swadley’s wounds as well as he could, he put him on a horse and brought him to Addison. Owing to the fact that the bird came on him so suddenly, and nearly blinded him at the outset by the blow on the head, Swadley is not able to give much of a de- scription of it. Its strength, however, he declares, was prodigious, and twice he was lifted off his feet by its onslaughts. Its body, he says, is as large as that of a man. “Ef it was to come ez ter how I should have ter pick atwixt a painter and the varmint, in fair hand-to-hand fight, I should take the painter every time,” he said in telling of the affair. — An Ofnission. From the Chicago Elite. “Remember, boys,” said the teacher, “that in the bright lexicon of youth there's no such word as fait? After a few mo- ments a boy raised his hand:°‘‘Well, what 1s it, Socrates?” asked the teacher. “I was merely going, to suggest,” replied the youngster, “that :#f such ts the case it would be advisable totwrite td the publish- ers of that lexicor? ari@ call their attention to the omission.” : = ey ae > Rn It Was the Ghair’s|Faul From the American Review. a = Practical Father—“if he .gavs he loves’ you I supose he doegj but can he support you?” ae eq Daughter—‘Why, papa! You must know it wasn’t his fault that the hair broke.” we se From Stuiversblad. : Kitchenmaid (at the crockery shop)— “What! only one fiorin tip? During the past year I have broken three soup tureens, twenty-six cups, thirty-five saucers, five meat dishes and fifty-six plates.”’ Shopman— ‘Well, then, here's cnother florin, but don’t forget me, you know.” a A New Flower. From Kikerlki. Lady—‘Can you tell me the name of that flower that looks so much like a butter- cup?” Gent (anxious to oblige)—“Oh!—er—I should say it is a margarine cup. a es In the Bond Busines: From the Atlanta Constitution. “You'll have to go to jail, Uncle Jim, unless you can give bond.” “Yes, suh. Ain’t Mr. Clevelan’ issue any er dese ‘popular bon's’ yit?’ How the Rebel Shenandoah Destroyed a Whaling Fleet. A Veteran Captain’ Recent Death Re- calls the Thrilling Incidents of the Burning of the Vessel From the New York Herald. At the extreme age of seventy-nine Capt. Jeremiah Ludlow died recently at his home in Bridgehamptop, L. I. His death recalls one of the stirring scenes of the war. Capt. Ludlow had been master for many years when he was called to New Bedford to take command of the clipper ship Isaac Howland, which Edward Robinson, father of Mrs. Hetty Green, had fitted out as a whaler. Around stormy Cape Horn,through tropic days and nights, urged by monsoons and baffled by capricious winds, she made her way to the North Pacific, and on the morn- ing of June 28, 1885, stood at the entrance of Bering strait. On one side, behind the bank of fog, was Cape East, and only a few miles away lay the Asiatic mainland. The Howland was on her way to the north, “where the white whale wars by the frozen pole.” From the strait blew cold, arctic winds. Then Came the Shenandoah. The fog slowly lifted, and a league away Capt. Ludlow saw nine ships and barks ranged in a group about a craft flying sig- nals of distress. He was curious to see the cause of the trouble. He learned, but it ecst him dearly. The American ship Brunswick had been damaged off there by an ice floe. Her bows were stove, and she was sinking. One by one the other ships had seen her reversed ensign and had come to her aid. It was at the beginning of the whaling season, and these craft were going from “lands of sun to lands of snow.” The crew of the Brunswick and their ef- fects were taken off. There were eleven craft riding at their cables, ready to sail into the frozen north. The fog lifted, and over the sea rim to the southward appear- ed a black funnel and the squared yards of a man-of-war. The fleet of whalers made no sign to get out of the way. The skip- pers thought they saw a British man-of- war. The flags did not look British exactly. The craft came nearer. Ports flew open, and the sun, which had broken through the fog, shone on glistening cannon. There was a fluttering of bunting, a quick move- ment of halyards, and the stars and bars whipped out from under the mizzen gaff. It was the rebel privateer Shenandoah. Over her side swarmed a hundred mep. The davits swung, there was a rattle of blocks, and half a dozen boats, filled with armed sailors, were moving toward the peaceful flotilla. Capt. Ludlow, at the approach of the stranger, had lowered a boat and had gone himself to speak to her. He soon caught the glint of rifled cannon and the flash of muskets. He came alongside. The com- manding officer, standing on the bridge, ordered him to return at once to his ship. Faced Capt. Wardell. The skipper saw.and heard enough to know that the stranger was the privateer Shenandoah. She was commanded by the notorious Capt. Wardell. The decks of the cruiser were cleared for action. Every gun was manned. The boats went among the fleet, and men, in quick, sharp sentences, told the skippers that they must get ready tv leave at_once. Capt. Ludlow returned to his ship. He went into the cabin and hastily gathered tegether his papers. While he was there he heard the measured beat of oars outside and the sound of scrambling feet over the vessel's side. He left his cabin. He was confronted by two files of armed men. Capt. Wardell stood before him. “Sir,” said the commander, “consider yourself. a prize to the confederate ship Shenandoah.” “Well, I guess not, my hearty,” said - wiped out your southern confederacy. The best thing you can do is to break for cover. Don’t you know, my friend, that the war is over?” Capt. Wardell knew nothing of the kind. The Yankee skipper showed him the pa- pers telling of the surrender of Lee and the end of the great rebellion. Capt. Wardell smiled supercilious! “All Yankee lies,” he said. ‘ don’t want to look at your newspapers. Pack up. This ship is going to be fired. The skipper expostulated. He insisted that there was no war. He and the Shen- andoah’s commander sat in the Howland’s cabin for fifteen or twenty minutes argu- ing the matter. The upshot of the discus- sion was that Captain Ludlow handed over a big bag of gold, retaining one guinea for luck, at Mr. Wardell’s suggestion. Then he went on deck. The boat's crew from the privateers had chopped down the rail- ings and ‘smashed the sailors’ chests. Everything movable and inflammable they had piled on deck. They poured tar and slush over it. The crew, thirty-five men in all, had left the vessel in their own beats. Great Ships of Flame. Wardell and Ludlow stood for a minute alone upon the deck. “Sir,” said the skipper, “it's a shame to burn such a beautiful ship as this, and all for nothing. There is-no war. If you set fire to this ship you'll suffer for it.” “Get into the boat,” said the commander, throwing a torch into the rubbish on deck, In ten minutes the flames were leaping to the yards. The skipper took a last view of his own craft. He glanced at the others and from eight of them he saw jets of flame leaping from hatches or dancing above the bulwarks. Nine of the fieet were ships of fire. The confederates had spared two, the James Murray of New Bedford and the Nile of New London. Into each of these more than one hundred and fifty men were crowded. They were the combined crews of the fleet. “Take care of yourselves,” said one of the Shenandoah’s officers brusquely, and there, hardly a cable length away from the burning fleet, the two craft lay at an- chor. There was some quick work at the windlasses, and in half an hour the two ships made sail, and, carried by a light breeze, hove to the southward. The Shen- andoah dipped her colors in derision and steamed toward the arctic seas. She had finished her last errand of destruction. Captain Ludlow was on board the James Murray. There were five or six captains there and 150 men—enough to navigate and work any whaler. The course was shaped for San Francisco. All day and until the following morning the vessels drifted near the burning fleet. Many a time in his old age did the old whaler describe that scene. Great forks of flame, blood red, tipped with pitchy smoke, shot from holds filled with hun- dreds of barrels of oil. Explosion followed explosion. Around the doomed craft the very sea burned. Tons of blazing oil rested upon the unruf- fied surface of the water. From between starting planks issued jets of flame. Work of Destruction. ‘They grew into roaring pillars of fire. The tarred rigging became ropes of fire. Masts and spars charred and shriveled. Yards burned from the iron swivels and clattered upon the deck. Released by fire from the stays, the masts reeled and fell. . Lower descended the belts of fire, and at the dawn of the morning of June 29 three blackened hulls, circled with dying fires, marked where once had floated ships which spurned the wave and outstripped the wind. The others had burned to the water’s edge and sank. Two crafts, laden like slave ships, went to the south. On the third day a black- hulled, ugly craft bore down toward them, crossed their track and hastened on. It was the Shenandoah. She was on her way to England then. Next to the Alebama, the Shenandoah was the most famous of the southern priva- teers. She destroyed in all thirty-eight ves- sels. The cost of these formed part of the Alabama claims, which were subsequently paid. About $140,000 was paid for the burn- ing of the Isaac Howland: The Shenandoah was the Old Sea King, purchased in Eng- land by the confederates. ————_-e-+—____ Cc. P. Huntington is quoted as saying that he expects “from now on five as good business years” as the country has known for half a century. Story of a New Exhibit Prepared for the National Museum, It is Designed to Show the Various - Modifications of the Skin of Animals. Osteologist Lucas of the National Mu. seum is preparing a new exhibit, which is designed to show the various modifications of the skin of animals. To begin with, there will be a queer sort of alligator from South America, called the “‘jacari.” It is quite different from any alligator of North America, belonging to @ peculiar genus that has bony plates on the under side as well as on the upper side of the body. This is a distinguishing mark of the tribe, such alligators as are known elsewhere in the world being thus armored only on their backs. The armor plates of the alligator are of true bone—the same sort of bone as that of the animal's skele- ton. If you will examine the skin on the back of your hand you will find that it is corru- gated and broken up with fine lines in such @ way that you can easily imagine its texture transformed by exaggeration into scales. Now, you have only to gaze upon an armadillo in order to see such a mod- ification of the skin. In Africa is found a yet more curious animal, called the “manis macrura,” which is the most scaly of all scaly beasts. From the tip of its nose to the end of a very long tail it is clad in big horny scales that overlap one another. When alarmed it curls itself up into a tight little ball; and, the scales being quite sharp, it is pretty safe against attack. In this case also the scales are merely mod- ified skin. It is worth mentioning, by the way, that the manis macrura possesses a greater number of vertebrae than any. other mammal. Mr. Lucas will show, in the same case with the jacari and the armadillo, a “schel- topusic.” This is a lizard from Sicily. The casual observer would take it for a snake, its legs being rudimentary and concealed beneath the skin. The entire body of the reptile is covered with little plates of bone. As in the case of the alligator above de- scribed, the bony plates of the lizard are merely modified skin. The same is true of the very remarkable “box fish” of the West Indies, which is clad in a complete armor of six-sided plates of bone, which are fastened to the skull and to the bases of the dorsal and anal fins. An odd point about this fish is that it cannot bend its body at all, the vertebrae, save only three or four near the tall, being fused together. Thus the backbone is a solid rod. The scales of the armadillo are of bone, covered with horn, the bone and the horn corresponding, respectively, to the true skin and the epidermis of a human being or.other animal. Bony plates anc spines are modifications of the true skin, while horn is modified epidermis. Human beings sometimes develop horns, but they are ab- normal growths. Another queer fish that will be shown in connection with this ex- hibit is the “globe fish,” which is found in waters off the coast of South Carolina. It is clad in an armor of interlocked spines, which are made to stand erect at the will of the animal, thus rendering the latter an unattractive morsel to swallow. In a world like this, where every living creature is the prey and food cf others, animals are often obliged to put on coats of mail if they would survive. Mr. Lucas will’-make fur and feathers a part of the exhibit. Feathers and hair are the same thing, fferently modified, of course. A stuffed and fretful porcupine will illustrate the fact that mammals as well as birds have quills. This is true of several species of mammals, notably the European hedgehog, which is a di able creature to handle without gloves. A while ago there were a couple of porcu- pines in the zoological collection in the rear of the Smithsonian Institution. One of them assailed an attendant, and stuck about thirty of its quills into his legs. He —the attendant, not the porcupine—told a writer for The Star yesterday that quills came out of the porcupine much More easily than they came out of his leg.