The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 23, 1896, Page 17

THE SAN FRANCISCO cArLu, SONDAY, AUGUST 23, 1896. 17 DU - SAM L.SIMPSON 4 Never-an earth-born branch before The weight of such weird fruitage bore— Bore through the night, while beading dews Their chrism to that cold brow refuse And tell their ros’ry o’er and o’er. Great Syrian stars look sofly down Upon the prodd embattled town ; And Jewish maidens, dreamy-eyed, Sang songs of love, sang low and sighed That love, love only, was life’s crown. And when the moon came, golden-plumed, With Orient rose and myrrh perfumed, The tree that bore black Judas there Had died of horror and despair— The sinless by his sin consumed. Behold the dead borne by the dead, A miracle! ”” with awe they said ; And went their old accustomed ways Till in the storm of coming days That chill of death had wider spread. If this were all, ’twere better so, And all the years would brighter flow ; But, lo! we pause and think of this, That in that one betrayal kiss Was caught and sown a world of woe. ‘ That swift cold touch of Christ’s pale cheek Of man’s whole treason was the reek, And thence repelled for aye became A plague and red consuming flame, Whose trail is ashes, gray and bleak. The fickle maiden’s rose—sweet lie When lips meet lips and wild doubts die— The faithless wife’s serene caress, The very balm of blessedness, None can evade, none can deny. 3 ol The treachery of statesmen great, The blacker wrongs that stab the state— False friendship, aye, and everywhere The masks that fawning traitors wear Are Judas-flowers, blooming late. E’en here while politicians rage, Empurpled by the sunset age, Betrayal lips, with flying foam, Are desecrating hall and home And lie to lie throws down the gage. And thus, O tree; by Hinnom’s vale, Whose silence is a sadder wail, We share the blight that ruined thee— Iscariot’s kiss and curse have we, | And Fate goes by stern-browed and pale. ““Look up!”’ The guide a tawny hand - Thrust toward the -gloomy cliffs that stand In weary silence, rent and pale, O’er Hinnom’s sad historic vale, The Niobe of Holy Land. “On yon lone tree”—thus spake the guide— ¢ Self-hung, the chief of traitors died.” Clean-cut against the matchless sky That nurtured youth’s sweet destiny It cast its gnarly branches wide. Gone are the splendid courts of ease, But still, from brimming chalices, The Syrian stars pour forth their gold And watch it with a joy untold Flow over long-hushed agonies. Gone, long gone, the Temple’s throng, The concubines, the wine and song, And yet, though far, O fateful tree ! Thou teachest how with truth may be The immortality of wrong. To dragomen sometime: the spell Of truth comes not from her deep well. But sometime on that solemn crest Pallid with waiting, all unblessed, Tlte true tree stood, the deed befell. for what lies beyond. And the prudent leader of men, whether he be a savior striving to lift his fellows upward or a | demagogue seeking only personal. ag- | grandizement, mustadoptthe same means. Herein we have an explanation of the | power wielded by an orator. His task is Ohe GCffects of %aynez‘/c araz‘ory:m‘ A L | to action. is intended to convince his hearers of the | justness of his appeal, and can in no wise { be omitted. But it is not information | that makes the orator. The fire and force the sleeping energies of the soul leap only A False Jote Will. Yot Long Vibrate in the | from a beart unkindled by desire. Nor Fuman Feart |can any simulated enthusiasm produce the same effect, thongh fora season de- ceitful phrases may allure. There is a certain contagion in thought and feeling— aye, even in character, that tends to like- | mess, - and forbids that sturdy impulses shall be generatea by pretenses, except it be by a sort of reflex action, as when the The human mind is a curious study.|was long ago embodied in the adage Its likes and dislikes, its breadth and little- | which declares: its exultation and 1ts despair are| sources of continual surprise to the ob-| server. When he seeks to fathom the| A wise saw this, for it not only states a causes of its mysterious workings it be- | fact but points out the reason for it. Will comes the chief of all -puzzles. Easily |igeyvidently a factor in the.case, having guided, 1t can yet never be compelled. | power to nullify a clear mental perception There is that in its nature which refuses | when it is unwelcome, and even to drive to accept impressions imposea upon it |jtont, This imperious will that refuses from without. In this respect it may |opedience to the intellect and sets up an well be compared to a volume of Water, | authority of its own is nevertheless easily which may easily be deflected in its course | swayed by our dominantdesires. Like all | but which n6 amount of pressure can | other forces, it waits for some motive to otherwise affect. | set it in action. Whether it be good or We talk' glibly about changing om-?baa, noble or ignoble, it is desire that gives minds and the minds of other people, as | bent to our faculties and rouses will to do it the process involved nothing more|its part. Therefore desire is the real than the substitution of one opinion for | source of action and lies at the root of all another. But we know very well, if we|change. only pause to consider the matter, that| Those who are successful in guiding the opinions do not always direct mental|development of mind follow intuitively, action. Itis possible to hold to an idea when not by knowledge, the method indi- even when we bhave been convinced that|cated by these facts. A wiseteacher never it is wrong. This fact has been so uni-|attempts to force the mind of his pupil, versally recognized in practical life that it | but strives to lead it by A man convinced against his will Is of the same opinion still. precautions. Time furnishes the true test. A false note wi/l not long vibrate in the heart, while the voice of truth re- sounds in an undertone through all the din of life. Mobs are stirred by appeal to prejudice and passion. Itisa swirt fire that burns with fury, but soon dies out. Lasting im- permanent part of man’s nature is intelli- gence, that calm perception of truth which regards ideas and eventsin a wholly dis- passionate way. Conscience is its guiding light, and its desires are for the attain- ment of lasting good. While mere physi- cal magnetism, by its warmth, may stir the passions of a crowd, 1t leaves the inner judge in each untouched. When the storm of emotion has swept by it is he who makes final decision and who suffers or enjoys the resultof action. It may then awakening desire | appear that the passion was a temporary — THE EARLY MORNING START. of language that stir the blood and rouse | presence of disease urges us to hygienic | pressions are not made that way. The | insanity, under whose inflience reason, judgment and even common sense have been sacrificed. It is, indeed, a fine line that divides passion from insanity. It only needs to pe sufficiently intense to overwhelm reason as effectually as does mental disease. The orator who is fired by love of hu- manity and a desire to uplift society will aadress his appeal to the nobler nature. And this better self exists in every one. It is not the result of education, or of social advantages, but belongs to every human being. Indeed, it may well be called the real man in each of us, for who will contend that the fiery passions which sweep over his soul are really himself? The inner man endures through all these experiences, changing slowly and only as the impulse to change touches the source of real being. Desire must be awakened in that inner self or permanent part of human nature. As its desires are nct passional, but intelligent, the only way to permanent improvement is by the eleva- tion of ideals. He alone who prefers the welfare of his fellow-men to a transient personal popularity will be likely to adopt this method, but in the end he alone succeeds. He will lose the wages of a time-server, but when accounts are squared, perhaps long after, it will be found that his idea prevailed. Is not this the history of the world? ‘What has become of the armies of selfish leaders who preyed upon human passion in order that they might gain wealth or influence? In no long time those physical selves for whom they sacrificed so much were rotting in dishonored graves. But the heroes who sacrificed themselves, the martyrs to truth and justice, as well as the few great inspirers who were beloved in their day and generation, succeed in making of their dream a reality. Their bodies may fall long before the conflict is ended, but like John Brown, their *‘souls go marching on.” Great speeches that are remembered as epochs in political or national history have always embodied somewhat of this char- acter. ‘I'hey touched not only upon vital but upon lasting issues, whose formsalone are subject to change, according to vary- ing environment. Love of country, the innate passion of the soul for freedom, are the same in all times. Desire for progress and for that measure of peace in which alone progress is possible are equally universal among civilized peoples. The orator who truly appeals to these senti- ments will find sure response. Fe has touched a chord that vibrates in ‘unison with the wider life of humanity,' that serene intelligence of which his ianer self is apart. Therefore have his words power to move and to live also, even when the storms of passion apparently so overpow- ering have wrought their transient effects and been forgotten. MErcIE M. THIRDS, A Good Yarn From Newark John Dugan, the genial proprietor of | the Newark Hotel, at Newark, which is | on the narrow-gauge road running out of Alameda to San Jose, hasdiscovered a way to circutavent the picnic hoodlum, the terror of the country folk whose domain he invades when he goes on the summer Sunday picnic. The picnic trains generally stop at New- ark for water and then the hoodlum places himself largely in evidence. Deer-Slayers Of the Uvas C’amp Ohe .?{y IHnnual Deer-Funt in the Santa Clara Valley In an ideal spot near the Gilroy dam on the Uvas Creek is encamped the largest deer-hunting party ever organized in this State. The party consists of over 100 men, women'and children and some 50 deerhounds. No prettier spot could have been se- lected than the flat where the camp is vear lay aside all care, and, taking their families, spend some ten days in camp. For the past few years Vic Poncelet and Dave Bulmore have peen the promoters of the hunt, and the campers have come to be known as the Bulmore-Poncelet party. Camp was opened Saturday, August 16. The hunters and families all bring their | after a sumptuous dinner ¢amp will be broken. Among those in camp during the week were the foilowing: M. Rogers, Frank Watkins and Mr. Canfield of Los Angeles; Mr. and Mrs. Dan M. Murphy, Arthur Field, S8am Bane, Joe Delmas, Mr. and Mrs. Ned ‘Northam, Clemente Ar- ques, Mr. Piatti, Charles Baker, Mr. and Mrs. Hageman of San Jose; Dave Bulmore, Alma Bulmore, F. Salazar, J. Aceves, P. Barrett of Almaden, Dr. Walter B. Hill and family, Mrs. Chris- tenson and children,” Mrs. Clarke, Miss Gussie Clarke, Miss Gertrude Proll, Vic Poncelet and sons, A. P. Hill and family from Mountain Home, Judge Pinard and family from Madrone, Will Wright ot | Llagas, Messrs. Millais and Bennett of Gilrey, Matt Americh, Al York and George Griswold. These are only a few of those who were present. Tuesday afternoon Congressman Loud, Game Warden Johx D. Mackenzie, Elmer Rea and scme fifteen others visited the camp. They brought a load of water- melons, which were immensely enjoyed. Wednesday Ira Hageman and Sam Bane THE BIG FAMILY AT DINNER. made. It consists of a plain nearly a mile long by half a mile wide on the east bank of the Uvas. The grounds are dotted with huge oaks, whose protruding arms form a massive canopy, from which hang massive portieres of Spanish moss. The hills to the west of the camp are nearly free from underbrush. Clumps of oaks and other trees afford natural hid- ing-places for the deer. Taken all in all, the spot on the Uvasis as natural a deer park and as ideal a spot for camping as could be found in the State. Barrooms are his special delight, and homewaré bound, the country iandlord counts himself lucky if any of his glass- ware escapes breakage. Indeed, instances have occurred where everything breakable was smashed and the crowd took to its heels without paying for the damage when the warning bell of the engine told that the train was about to start. Dugan stood one invasion of tnis kind and then looked around for a remedy other than the shotgun, which he was tempted touse. The result of his delibera- tions came out on the next Sunday. Tim Cronin and a number of other choice coursing spirits were sitting about the veranda and in the barroom when a re- turning picnic train hove in sight down the road. “Clear out, every mother’s son of vou,” yelled Dugan. ‘Out the back way, and don’t ask questions. I'm going to close up. DIl teli you why later. ’ The crowd, Dugan among them, went out the rear door when those in the front bad been closed, and wandered around to see the train come in. Suddenly Cronin looked at the front door, and there to his amazement saw the somber crape that in- dicated a death in the Dugan family. «John Dugan, there is no one dead—" began. h‘“flgl:l your tongue, Tim Cronin,” inter- rupted Dugan, “watch the ‘hoods.’” By this time the train was at a standstil, and a crowd of already intoxicated young fellows ju from the train and made a rush for Dugan’s place. ‘They we! imost at the door before they saw the crape, and then they fell back in awe. Oneglanceat that settled it, and they wandered sadly and thirstily away to look for refreshments and trouble. ‘When the bell of the engine announced that the train was about to pull out, Dugan took down the crape, opened ths doors and invited the crowd thusly: “Come, take something with the house, everybody. This was a lucky day for me, and the crape is a great scheme,'” ———— Enormous tracts of Africa, especially the region between the Congo and Shari basins, and much of the area inclosed by the great northern curve of the Niger, re- main unexplored. There is also unappro- priated territory to the extent of 1,584,398 square miles, - . : often, particularly when the picnic is | The annugi deer hunt is the outcome of similar hunts inaugurated by Isaac Bran- ham, Dr. Lees and other pioneers some forty years ago. Many of the men now in camp hanted as boys with ‘“Uncle lke’’ Branham, and the hounds on the chase are descendants of the same hounds im- ported by the latter nearly forty years ago. The hunt which was inaugurated then with but a few followers has now grown to an immense size, and the annual outing is looked forward to with pleasure by all sportsmen in the county, whoevery RETURN OF THE HUNTING PARTY. own tents and supplies. They live in common and hired cooks prepare meals for the entire party. All dine at one large table. In the evening tamp fires are lighted and the time is given over to songs and stories. At the first streak of dawn the camp is astir and after breakfast the hunters and dogs are off. The hunters number from twenty to twenty-five, while about a dozen hounds are used. The same number of men and' dogs are left in camp as a re- serve, to be used in case the deer 1s hard to run down. Monday morning at daybreak the dogs were started to work in the hills west of camp overlooking Little Paradise Valley. Three deer were sturted by Mr. Hageman, and the pack was soon in hot chase. After about four hours’ hard work the buck was brought down by Jesus Aceves. This was the deer of the hunt. The animal was dressed and loaded on a horse and a start made for camp, where they received a noisy and joyous welcome. Tuesday morning the hunters, headed by Vic Poncelet and Dave Bulmore, were off 1n a northwesterly direction toward the Almaden hills. Four bucks were jumped up, and the baying of the hounds soon told that the chase wasa hot one. The first buck, a three - pronged one, was killed by Ed Northam of San Jose. Mr. Piatii also laid ciaim to the deer, he and Northam having fired at the same time. After ex- haustive arguments on both sides it was conceded by all that the game was Northam's. Clemen'te Arques bagged the next deer, a fine fat yearling. The shot was a pretty one, being at a remarkably long range. The third, a prime two-year- old buck, was brought down by George Millais of Gilroy. The party then headed for camp, with the splendid record of three deer in one day. The hills east of camp were worked Wednesday morning and soon the dogs were away after three deer. One was chased right through the camp and caused much consternation. The deer was badly wounded and proceeded up the creek to a ranch house, where the family drove off the dogs and captured the game. Thursday three deer were started in the hills toward Almaden. This morning (Sunday) will be the prin- cipal chase of the hunt, It is expected that at least 150 hounds will be scouring the hills in all directionséat sunrise. A return to camp will be made at noon and had a swimming match, the forme® mounted on his famous mule Enos and the latter on a horse. Hageman suc- ceeded in crossing the pool by standing in the saddle. The camp this year has been larger than heretofore, the sport has been better than usual, all have enjoyed themselves, and when camp is broken this afternoon the party will separate with the firm de- termination of being presentat the annual hunt next year. He Wouldn't Fetch the Milk. A dwispute-having long subsisted in a gentleman’s family between the maid and the coachman about fetching the milk for breakfast, the gentleman called them together before him that he might hear what each had to say, and decide accord- ingly. The maid pleaded thst the coachman was lounging about the kitchen the best part of the morning, yet was so ill-natured that he would not fetch the milk for her, though he saw she had so much to do that she had not a minute to spare. The coachman said it was none of his business. “Very well,” said the master; “what do you call your business?’”” “To take care of the horses, clean and drive the coach.” “You say right,” answered the master, “and I dd not expect you to do more than I nired you for, so I order that every morning before breakfast you get the coach ready and drive the maid to the farmer’s for the milk, and I hope you will allow that to be part of your business,” —_———— Meteors Nearer Home. The talk of red-hot rock from unknown regions falling in Arizona recalled the fact to W. M. de Witt that an aerolite is buried in the middle of the road near the Woody House, just east of Tulare. If we ever knew this we had forgotten it and it may be news to others. Mr. de Witt says it fell about three years ago, his boys seeing it. In its descent it scared a team and caused a runaway. The thing was a good-sized rock, like limestone or basalt, and buried itself in the hard road. Some pieces were taken home, and. he fully intended to re- turn and dig up the whole heavenly vis- itor, but before he was ready to unearth it, road graders came along and covered it entirely. It is still there, no doubt, if anybody wants it.—Tulare Register. DEER KILLED BY CHARLES REED JR.