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THE SAN F RANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 3, 1896. 27 NTEREST in the life and works of Abraham Lincoln is so general and so strong throughout the Na- tion to-day that the magazines and - press at large have been retelling his glorious history; and every newiy discovered incident relating to that immortal leader is snatched up with such avidity that an “entirely. fresh contribu- tion from 4 ‘source not hitherto sounded will be.gratefully received by the people. At the last soc’al meeting in this City of the Legion of Honor, of which he is a valued member, D. J. Staples, the well- *“known California. pioneer, was prevailed upon to speak of Lincoln, as the latter was knownto the Californian. After referring to-his own part in the Fremont campaign of ‘1856, Mr. Stapies proceeded to impart the following valugble Lincolnian reminis- cences: “In 1860 -I had an ambition to go East and attend the National Convention of the Republivan party and assist in the nomi- nation of the person whom I believed was to succeed James Buchanan in the Presi- | AF TRE often listened with tearsin my eyes and thrills of emotion 1n my was addressing audiences in_early days in California. He had leit California” ana gone to Oregon, where they had the good sense to elect him United ~States Senator. When I got to Washington the warmest grasp of the hand that I received I got from him. I was invited to his house and into his circle of friends. “Aiter I had been there a few day: Baker said to me, ‘I must introduce you to President Lincoin.” Of course, that was what 1 wanted aboveall things just at that time, and I didn’t want and couldn’t have had better auspices. So he gathered up a party ofa half-dozen men whom he | desired to introduge and we went up by apvointment to the White House. It was long ago—thirty-five yearsago—and yet in toe vividness of my recollection it some- times seems as if it were but yesterday. I didn’t have the impudence to think that I was going to have a talk with the Presi- dent about the affairs of state or about politics generally, but I did long to see the man whom for some years I had admired, and I may say almost venerated. I had watched his contest with Douglass, read his speeches and closely observed his’ pub- lic action afterward. dential cbair. .In our State Convention of that. year,-held in Sacramento, the senti- | ment was largely-and strongly in favor of | William .- H. Seward as the Presidential | noniinee of the Republicans. It was un- | €5Ce BY gratification was very great. I | Baker, the Senator from Oregon, and a | friends. derstood that those who claimed to be | most prominent and influential in our | party in this State at that time had deter- | mined -that-no man should go from here | to our National Convention unless he | agreed to vote for William H. Seward first, last “and all thé time for the Republican nomination for President. ‘Coming from a rural district I took the viosition at_our State Convention that our delegates should go untrammeled by any pledges. I did not profess to be so wise as meany of. the membersirom the metropolis and” our capital city, but I thought I knew what; was the common-sense of the on. . Ve were a long way off from the great centers of political thought ana action in this country and we had no telegraph or riilroad’ then. across the continent. We did not know and could not fairly antici- pate what was or°what would be the con- 'n of political affairs when our delega-, d the National Convention. sisted that we should be at least iridépendent in our views on the candi- dacy. and I argued that all ought to be free to judge and determine and act when the time -for nominating a President drrived. That was the position I took, and 1 got others to agree with me, and we went into our convention to make that fight. I | shall not impose -upon you with details of | thidt- matter. I° will state that under a motion- to suspend the rules, which pre- vailed, 1 was elected unanimously. I went'tc that National Convention. I'took the old Butterworth route through Arizona gnd across Mexico—twenty-one days and nights to Jefferson City. From thereon to-Washington and Chicago was a com- parativély easy journey.” s In ‘his narration of convention . Mr. Staples said: - *‘No man that saw those 10,000 upturned faees, no man who witnessed the en- thusiasm ‘of that convention when Lin- ‘coln: was declared the nominee, can forget the occasion'if he were to live a thousand years.: .. 2 *:*The delegates from this State numbered €ight; they are -all gone how—all gone except myselfi Of that eight there were five of us who were for Lincoln. But from our great respect to the men of our conven- tion who entertained "the belief that Séward was the best man and the only man who could. be successful, we con- tluded-to vote for Seward on the first ballot. * 0 “I occupied a rather peculiar position— or rather we did——being the farthest off of any. . There was.no communication then except. by the way of the isthmus or 'round the Horn, or by slow team across the plains. W-e-were given a place along- side.the -speaker, to the right hand. And Oregon—very far-off Oregon—had the great good sense to select as their representative and give their proxies to vote to Horace Greeley. He sat'to my right. -“I'shall never forget when on the sec- ond ballot—it” might have been the third, -Tam not certain as to that—how anxious We were to.cast qur five votes for Lincoln. Bnt our sEokesman was t0o slow. He was not’ quick enough for the emergency. Before he could get on his feet and obtain the’ recognition -of the chair for the pur- pose an Ohio man jumped up and in a stentorian voice roared out, ‘Mr. Chair- man, Ohio changes five votes from Seward to :Lincoln.’ And California lost the golden opportunity of first casting those fivle votes and turning the scale for Lin- coln. After: the €hicago convention Mr. Staples returned to California and took partinthe political campaign. His nar- rative of the victory ‘and of his visit to ‘Washington .to .see Mr. ‘Lincoln inaugu- ‘rated was' graphic and dramatically in- scenes teresting, . “Well, the election took place,” con- timued Mr. Staples, “and we were vic- torieus, and 1 became anxious to see our President, Abraham Lincoln? inaugurated chief magistrate of the Nation. So I made the second- pilgrimage through Ari- zona and Texas. You may know that a2bout that time it was the beginning of an Indian warin-Arizona. I was detained on that account seven days; 1 could not get | said Baker. througn. I dor’t know as I could express to you the peculiar kind of satisfaction— and 1 hope it was not inhuman—a sort of justifiable and comforting gratification it seemed t0 me—with which T saw six of these Apaches hanging on a tree. : ‘‘Ggneral Twiggs was in command in the lower portfon of the country. He ordered the soldiers there to go to the Rio Grande. We had the humiliation of wit- nessing, as we-went along, soldiers of our American Republic ordered out of the country by rebels across the Rio Grande, toget away from there as best they could. The stage ‘was frequently stopped along that route, and the driver or some other person .addressed by a regular officer of the army, with the inquiry as to whether there” were any - Black Republicans on buard, and that if so ‘one was wanted for breakfast.’ “When we reached Fort Smith, Ark., I telegraphed on that we were seven days behind. We sgw men in the uniform of the country pouring ‘in all night long, under the command of a man who used to be Sheriff of Sacramento County—Ben MeCullough. - “Well, I got to Washington ten davs wafter the inauguration. [ found that the representatives from California who were there clamoring for office were split up into two distintt hostile factions. Of course Colonel Baker was there. I had known Colonel Baker for many years. I “It was the fulfillment of a great ex pectation ; it was an inspiration to see hin face to face. When we went into his private office and stood there in his pres- heart when he | Eotse WHGE- | there, but he did not take an active part in the controversy. He was then a can- | didate for Governor, and deemed it pru- | dent to hold aloof from the factional dis- putes. | “Colonel Baker had been invited to take | breakfast with President Lincoln that | morning. - He came into the room with Lincoln. There was a long table there, i and on the left was an old-fashioned desk, such as none of us would have in his office in this City if he could help it! The first | man_who spoke up was a Mr. Nunes. Maybe some of you remember him. Well, he was a pretty stirring fellow, and for | aught I know a pretty good man. He | went on with the reading of a paper. It so | happened that I got pushed up to the | front so I could see and hear distinctly. | Simonton stood near my rnght and Baker | sat at the table with Lincoln opposite. | Well, Nunes began reading his paper. | The substance of it was that | if the President.would appoint to office in | California and on the Pacific Coast such men as he and his associates, or those for whom he spoke and recommended, they | would guarantee that the State of Califor- | | | nia and the Pacific Coast would be and re- | main Republican. “After he concluded, the paper was | handed over and laid on the table within ach of Mr. Lincoln. “Then Mr. Simonton spoke up. IHe read a paper in which he abused Colonel there than here,’ and then we filed out of the rooni. K “I have given you an outline of this in- cident,” continued Mr, Staples, “‘because | I thought it strongly illustrative of tie | character of President Lincoln. I could | tell you of others, as I saw the President | often during my stay at the Capitol that | season. But nothing so deeply impressed me with a sense of his discrimination and dignity and justice and courage as this scene. He was surrounded by 10,000 office-seekers who had been kept out of official positions for years by the Demo- cratic party and who were most anxious to get into Federal berths. He had most vexatious trials of his patience and good- nature. ““While there we were asked if we were willing to join an organization to defend the public ‘buildings and property of the Government. So I went up and joined the | Cassius M. Clay_Battalion. There were | about 300 of us. James W. Nye, afterward Governor and Senator from Nevada, was there. Young Sumner, who contributed | so much on this coast to saving this por- | tion of the country to the Union, was our | orderly sergeant. I saw the Massachu- | | setts Sixth when it came into Washington, and I was one of those who were ordered ont to receive it. I was almost convinced hat it was my duty to enroll myself | among the military defenders of = the | Repubiic when 1 decided to consult| Colonel Baker. I said to him: ‘Baker, | I want to stay here—on this side; but I want your advice about the matter.’ Among other things, I showed him one or more letters, which he read. Afterreflect- inga little while he said,‘Staples, go home; that is the place for you.' That decided | me. That prevented me from entering | mpon a military career, whatever it might | havebeen. I have no doubt that it was | sincere advice and very likely the best of | counsel. So it was not my fate or fortune to be numbered among the number of | those who composel the great army of the | Union in_the field under military cowm- | manders, but as a civilian I did what I| could to sustain the great cause for which you fought and in which you triumphed.” Mr. Staples, in recalling incidents of the dramatic scene at the White House when President Lincoln burned the Simonton paper, said that among the Culifornians | present were Ira P. Rankin and Willard B, | L‘gn\-ell. George Butler of San Francisco, a | brother of Ben Butler, was mentioned by | Simonton as a_gambler. Baker was cen- sured for associating with Butler. One of Butler's sons was so indignant that he sought Simonton to settle the affair per- sonally. Whnen the Californians left the | White House after the memorable scene | the personal feeling and bitterness were so strong that bloodshed seemed inevitable, | but it was averted. Horace Greeley and Mr. Staples were fast | The friendship began when the | | t HERE is still standing in the old 'Mineral King Mining District in the southeast portion of Tylare County the remains of the first and only saloon ever opened in that section during the great gold excitement of about 1855. The ruins are unlike any others in existence. From a distance they look like the crumbling columns of an ancient temple, but a close inspection shows that the structure was originally a sort of combination of Missouri log cabin and California miner’s shanty of shakes. The ruin itself is not of the greatest in- terest, but its history makes one of the bloodiest pages in the annals of the gold fever. It seems that the Mineral King discoy- ery was made just at the time when the small “pockets” in the Sacramento and American River districts had been worked until there were very few nuggets leit and it was no longer possible to pick up hun- dreds of dollurs’ worth of the yellow metal in a few hours. Asa consequence there was a large army of a certain class, too lazy to do any hard work,who were always waiting to hear some wondrous tale of “‘new diggings,” and spent their time in going fromn camp to camp in search of ex- citement. The Mineral King discovery came like lightning from a clear sky. There were said to be quarts of gold nuggets as big as hickory nuts Iying in beds of sand filled with silver. It took hard work to make anything in the old mines, so the lazy men all flocked to the Mineral King. It was in the summer and the warm weather of the locality made even a tent unneces- sary, so that the miners swarmed over the mountains like ants and dug wherever there was a sandy place in the river bed. Among the crowd was a man known as “Biuff” Wilson. He had been to a great many “discoveries” and -felt lEreny sure that this'one would turn out like the oth- " “This paper,” said Mr. Lincoln, “I will burn in the presence of the man who wrote it,” shall never forget his appearance and the impression he made upon me as he slowly rose from his chair. I thought I was pretty tall—over 6 feet high—but when standing close beside him I had to literally look up to him, loek up to see him! And I did'look at him, and he did seem to towerabove me and above all others in the room. “Baker introduced this and that gentle- man to Mr. Lincoln, and at last came_ to me. Iremember his words, ‘This is Mr. Staples of Californ: And then he went on to say that I was so-and-so, using some flattering terms wnich, of course, I am too modest to repeat. Perhaps they were not altogether true. But certainly he introduced me in a very handsome way— as Baker could do. Lincoln grasped my hand cordially when he heard my name— Staples—and repeated it with words of welcome, and, while holding my hand. turned to Baker and said: ** ‘Baker, do you remember our old friend Stapleton out in Illinois? ‘Oh, yes,” replied Baker; ‘but this is Mr. Btaples, not Stapleton.” ‘Yes, yes, [ un- derstand that’ retorted Lincoln; ‘but you knew Stapleton ?’ ‘Well,” responded Lincoln,’ ‘the old man hung himself.’” And then we passed on. “I had a chance,” resumed the narrator, “‘to see Mr. Lincoln closely again under very different circumstances, such as were calculated I think to bring out some of his characteristics one stormy day. There are persons in this City, perhaps in this room, who will know whether 1 am telling of the sceme exactly as it occurred. 8o far as I describe it you will believe that 1 do s0 as correctly as my memory enables me. “There had been: such a bitter conten- tion between the two factions of Califor- nians in Washington that season, led by Simonton on one side and some of Bakers’ friends on the other, relative to the distri- bution of offices on this coast, that Lincoln declared that be was puzzled or confused about the matter. He desired that the Californmians, or a deputation from each side of the controversy, should come to tne White House at 9 o’clock on a certain morning and make their respective views and wants known in person. “So it was agreed that on a certain morning there should be an appearance there at the White House of those who wanted to r:rrelent how the controversy arose and existed and what the desires of the respective representatives were. I say t was something of a sad condition of affairs, for there were certainly good men jon both sides of the fence, Stanford was | ‘I remember him well,’ | long-time friend of Lincoln, in the most violent and vituperative manner. I won't attempt to repeat ail he said in this diatribe. You can judee of it by a few in- dications. He said that Baker was an as- sociate of gamblers and all that class of persons. Baker sat there listening to it all. I thought I could see a dark frown gathering on Lincoln’s brow as the read- ing went on. Well, Lincoln heard it all without interruption; but as I said, it seemed to me as if [ could read a growing storm prophesied by his countenance. ‘‘When Simonton got through he gave the names of those who indorsed his posi- tion, and the names of those men whom he insisted should be put in office. And when he came down t¢ one name Lincoln turned to Baker and exciaimed, ‘Why, | Baker, that is one of your friends.” When laid on the table. “Mr. Lincoln then said, ‘Is this paper for me? Mr, Simonton replied, ‘Yes, itis for you, Mr. President, but I may want to make some emendations.” Mr. Lincoln replied, *If it is for me, let me have it now,’” and it was handed to him, *‘Then Lincoln took up Mr. Nunes’ paper and said: ‘This paper seems to be re- spectful in tone, and I will keep it for further reference, but this one (taking up Simonton’s paper) I will burn in the pres- ence of the man who wrote it And he at once stepped over to the fireplace and reaching forth his arm stuck the paperin the fire, “You can imagine moreabout that scene from what I have told you than I could undertake to sketch or state to you in de- tail. The President of the United States, insulted by the wanton abuse of his old- time friend—the eloquent and gallant Baker—resented it as a personal affair, “Baker sat at my left, and he leaned over and whispered: ‘Staples, can’t you say something in reply ?’ “I immediately spoke up. ‘Mr. Presi- dent’—but Lincoln put up his hand and exclaimed : *‘Not a word; not a word. I don’t want to hear a word. I have known Colonel Baker twenty-five years, I have known him better than any of you know him, and Idon't want any defense of him from any one. ‘*‘Now,’ Mr. Lincoln went on to say, *if any of vou Californians other than those who have spoken want to make any re- | quest of me, I want to hear it now.’ " Bat no one said a word, so far as I can recol- lect. After a pause, the President said: “ ‘Now I have uest to make of you. I want g‘ou to go home. You will be ueeded Celifornia—far, more needed | Simonton finaliy finished the paper was | 1 editor visited California before the war. | Mr. Staples was one of the committee that | Wwent to Folsom to meet him. In New York, after Lincoln’s nomination, they | met, and at that time Vanderbilt had | thrown up his contract to carry the mails, | s0 Greeley was in great distress, because the Tribune could not be delivered to readers in California. Mr. Staples, to the zreat relief of Greeley, packed three extra trunks with copies of the Tribune and brought the papers via the isthmus to San Francisco. WHY HE WAS PARDONED. The Story Told by the President’s In- dorsement. One of those peculiar cases, possible only in the South, where the President was obliged to come to the relief of 2 man who tried, and for a time in vain, to get into jail to serve his sentence, came to light in the routine presentation of pardon cases to-day. J. Reuben Phillipsis the man, and for “working in a distillery without any sign’’ he was arrested by revenue agents and sentenced by the court in South Carolina to three months in jail. That was at the September term of court last year, and for some reason, marbe to permit the man to harvest his litle crops, the Judge in his sentence provided that the term of his im- prisonment should not begin until the 1st of January of this year. The rest of the storv is told in the President’s indorse- ment upon the case, as follows: “Granted. This prisoner was sentenced to three months’ imprisonment, to begin January 1, 1896. At that day he reported at the jail for the purpose of entering upon his term, and was refused admittance be- cause his commitment papers had not ar- rived. For this reason he did not begin his term until February 19, 1896. If he had been admitted on the day his sen- tence required his term would have ex- pired before the present time. In view of this fact, and the pitiable condition of his family, and upon the recommendation of the Judge and District Attorney, this pardon is granted.”—Washington Star. - The earrings worn_by Italian women in- dicate the part of Italy the wearer be- longs to; the longer the earrings the farther south the women come from. In the extreme south most of the earrings hnni close to the shoulders; in the far nortk they are quite short, ers. He was “down to cases” in his finances, and, when he reached Visalia, concluded to recoup his fallen fortunes by | starting a saloon in the thick of the min- ing distriet. Wilson’s stock in trade was a barrel of whisky, balf a dozen bottles and a few thick glasses. He managed to get these to a place near a canyon, where there were nearly 200 men at work and the road con- tinued on toextensive workings farther up. All trade had to pass_the place he picked out for his saloon. It took him a whole dav to get ready for business. . Two redwood trees of the right size grew in a convenient spot, and Wilson chopped them off about seven feet from the ground. The upper portions he cut into logs that he used for a frame work by placing one end on top the stumps, and letting the other end rest on the hill at the back. They were joined in the regulation style and bolted together. There were plenty of shakes to be obtained, and with these ‘Wilson constructed a bar and shelving and put sides and a roof on his saloon. The structure was not worth more than $10, even in those days. The next day Wilson opened for busi- ness by filling his bottles from the whisky barrel, putting his glasses in convenient places, sharpening his bowie-knife and seeing that his revolver was properly loaded and primed with fresh caps. The first ¢ay’s business was enormous, and Wilson had to hire an assistant bar- keeper to serve whisky at one dollar a small glass. But as it bappened the very worst characters in all Cahfornia had con- gregated in the Mineral King District,and before night there had been several fatal fights in front of the saloon. The bar- keeper took a number of drinks during the day and then "came to the conclusion that he had 8as much right to the bar as his: employer and, instead of accepting a day’s pay for bis work, insisted on a ‘“divvy” of the rofits. Argument followed, then Pro- anity, that was cut short by a series of re- ports of revolvers. The saloon had changed hands, and Wilson was. dragged to the roadside after the new proprietor had emptied his pockets of the proceeds of the day’s business. A During the few weeks following the sa- loon Lad a new proprietor every few days, and each change, with one exception, was the result of akilling. The man who killed Wilson was lynched by the miners the next evening, and while the stringing-up process was going on a short distance away two other men had attemptea to take n of the saloon. One of them was killed and the other assumed charge behind the bar after his scalp had been grazed by a bullet and an- other had disabled hisleft arm. He was ready for the lynching party, however, and opened fire on them as soon as they came in sight, but in a few seconds fell back on the whisky barrel fairly riddled with ballets. For about ten minutes the saloon was without an owner and the air was filled with pistoi shots, while the lynching party settled the matter among themselves. The new pro‘rrietor was a young man about 18 years old, who had jumped behind the bar ! almost as soon as the fight commenced and aid his shooting with one of the cor- | ner posts between him and the rest of the combatants. This man’s name was Car- rol, and he is now a part owner in the othexs, howevyer, camp much nearer and obtained a large demijohnful and had the sa- loon in good running order with the old bottles and glasses before the others got back. It seems strange that the new arrival did not start a place of his own near by instead of fighting. Buthedidn’t. He at once flew into a rage and took a shot at the man in possession, which missed its mark. Severalshots were then exchan; but the man in possession held the fort and added a barrel of whisky to his stock in trade. But there was plenty of whisky on the way to Mineral King, and all the owners of the different barrels wanted the original saloon. Every mau that owned ivafter that was killed, so that there was soon a prosperous graveyard in a gravel bed in the river bottom near by. The last proprietor remained in posses- sion a week. but so much whisky had been brought to the camp that a couple of barrels had to be left on a hillside where the miners came and filled all manner of recentacles with the fiery fluid and had no need to pay a dollar aglass. This angered the proprietor and_he went on a gunnin, expedition thatended in his being lynche and the miners dividing his stock among them. This ended the bloody history of the first saloon in Mineral King. The miners soon left the locality, but the saloon had been so strongly built that the frame re- mains standing to mark one of the blood- iest spots in the West. Nearly forty men stopped at a Present Appearance of the First Saloon in the Mineral King Mining District. a prosperous ranch in Kern County. The nghting he did that day really gave him his startin life. He had earned the respect of the miners and remained in possession of the saloon for three days, by which time he had sold out what was left of the barrel of whisky and departed from the diggings with over $1000 in bis pocket. By tkis time every miner in the localit; had become covetous of the saloon, an tronble commenced as soon as Carrol left. | It had been proved that the saloon was more profitable than mining, and several | men at once started to Visalia for a supply | of whisky. One, a little cleverer than ' met their deaths through . the desire to own the saloon, and all were dragged to the river bottom below and buried in the sand. It may be that some of the bones are there yet, but the chances are that all were washed out in the first freshet. There is nothing about the lo- cality to indicate the awful tragedies that have taken place near by. Even the old road that passed close to the saloon has been almost obliterated. In the summer the ruin itself becomes overgrown with creeping plants, The hillsides are a mass of flowers and birds sing joyously in the trees near by. A GIANT AT NINETEEN. JOHN W. CHURCH OF SPANISHTOWN MEASURES 7 FEET 4 INCHES. Seven feet four inches is the height of | John W. Church, a 19-year-old boy who is engaged in the merry-go-round business in connection with F. A. Smack at Her- mann and Valencia streets in this City. He was born at Spanishtown, San Mateo County. His father was a: prominent | physician of Halfmoon Bay. His mother is yet alive, and he is the voungest of four children, two girls and two boys. His sisters are dead. His brother, who is six feet four inches tall, is engaged in the timber business about Red- wood City. His.father was quite a large man, but_his mother is not above the average size of women. At his birth the boy was not a very large child. He did not show signs of becoming a giant until 13 years of age, when he began to sprout out and grow at the rate of an inch a month, and although he has now reached a height that a six-foot man can easily walk under his outstretched arm, he is still growing and expects to reach a height | of eight feet. One might suppose that his rapid growth has materially lessened his strength, but such is not the case, for the boy is a young giant, and with the exception of a'some- what rounded pair of shoulders, caused, he says, from always stooping over to lis- ten to a conversation, he is a well-devel- oped lad. He weighs 215 pounds and has the strength of a Hercules. He can lift a 300-pound weight with the greatest ease. Possessed of rather boyish features, he is nevertheless a shrewd and quick-witted young fellew. His bigh standing in the community 1s one of nature’s own endow- ments. him any annoyance he.answered in the negative and said he was proud of his height, as no matter where ke went every- body had to lovk up to him. “L went to the Orpheum the other night,” he continued, “and when one of the little pigmies who are performing there saw me he'got up on a chair to shake hands. The audience noticed the occur- rence and all interest ig the show was lost for the time being, and we had to escape _ to the lobby of the theater to allow the show to go on. “The little dwarfs wanted me to double up with them and act as referee during their boxing bout on the stage, and every time I think of it I have to laugh—I, 7 feet 4 inches tall, acting as referee over two lit- tle fellows scarcely 214 feet high. Itwould Dbe quite a contrast in height, wouldn’t it, although we are all of the same age 2V R e e e False Tails for Horses. - Miss Mary Grace Thornton, daughter of Sir Edward Thornton, British Embassa- dor, describes the “Crowning of a Czarin * the May Century. She writes: “Weare deep in preparations (dresses first—I feel quite ready now to crown the Emperor), and hears nothing but discussions about horses, carriages, house arrangements, ser- vants, etc. The Embassadors are exer- cised ‘about horses for the state carriages, the Russian horse with all his ‘points’ be- ing too small. Besides, if they are too short their tails are toolong. “The Aus- trians are having a stable from Vienna; but the French are boldly taking the Rus- sian horses and getting over the tail diffi- culty by tying up these long natural tails and fastening on short false ones. They’ve had a dress rehearsal, and say the effect is ‘Whaen asked if his enormous size gave excellent. What it is to be smart!” [Sketched by a THE GIANT OF SPANISHTOWN STANDING BESIDE A MAN 6 FEET TALls “Call” artist.]

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