JOHN TRUCK DOESN'T LIKE CZOLGOSZ, GIGANTIC SCHEME, LAKE LEGEND, BRIEF EDITS AND LOCAL NEWS

 

Leon Czolgosz.

The Cortland Democrat, Friday, Oct. 4, 1901.

JOHN TRUCK DOESN'T LIKE CZOLGOSZ.

   A correspondent of the Rochester Union and Advertiser writing from Auburn gives some interesting gossip about the feeling entertained by four other murderers in the state prison towards Czolgosz, one of whom is John Truck, who was under sentence of death for killing Frank Miller of Virgil. The correspondent says that Czolgosz is despised by his fellow murderers. They would object if they knew they were called his "fellows, " even in the similarity of their sentence. Each of the four is fighting for life by appeal to the higher courts. Czolgosz is doomed to die on a date earlier than that set for any of them. He was the last to enter; he will be the first to leave.

   None of them has aught but hatred for Czolgosz. Frequently the murderers are shifted. The cells are emptied of their contents, even to the cots in them and are examined minutely for traces of attempts to escape or for aids to change cells with Czolgosz. They are perfectly willing to exchange among themselves, but they want nothing to do with the assassin of the president. From the door of his cell Czolgosz may see the entrance to the chamber of death. A door divides it from the chamber of the condemned. It is known as the Door of Doom. One of the condemned called Czolgosz's attention to it by telling him to look at it. "You'll go through there and you'll never come back,'' he said. ''If you listen you'll hear us cheer as you go."

   It is a terrible commentary on Czolgosz's crime that in his last hours on earth he should have, for companions, men whose hands are red with the lifeblood of others, but who hold him in horror as a creature beneath even them, unfit even to be celled near them, unfit even to die with them. They cheer and encourage one another: they curse him. It is doubtful if a human being could be brought to face a harder end than that which makes him feel he is unworthy even to be the companion of convicts or the occupant of a murderer's cell in a prison. Murderers doomed to die hold themselves better than he.

 

A GIGANTIC SCHEME.

GREAT STEAMSHIP TERMIMUS AT MONTAUK POINT.

Plans Include Tunnel Under East River, Thence by Long Island Railroad to Montauk—Boy With Lockjaw Cured by Antitoxin—Horse Loves Beer—Families Not to Speak for a Year.

   New York, Oct. 1.—That the Pennsylvania railroad intends to carry out its project—announced when it obtained control of the Long Island road—of establishing a great steamship terminus at Montauk Point was demonstrated last Friday, when application was made to the Rapid Transit commission for a permit to construct a tunnel under the East River, the company offering to compensate the city at the rate of 3 per cent on the gross earnings of the tunnel. Mr. Baldwin, president of the Long Island road, says: "We are ready to go to work in thirty days, and agree to have the tunnel constructed and in operation within four years. As nearly as we can approximate this tunnel will cost $5,000,000, but we are willing to spend that much more if it becomes necessary. We have offered what we believe to be a generous return to the city for this privilege, and after it is considered I believe the commissioners will be convinced that the 3 per cent offer is fair.'' Since he assumed management of the Long Island road President Baldwin has tried insistently to carry out the project of the late Austin Corbin to build up at the Great Pond Bay at Montauk Point a great terminal for transatlantic steamships. By this plan, Mr. Corbin estimated, the average time of ocean voyages could be reduced twenty-four hours. When Mr. Baldwin tried to carry out this idea by a tunnel from the Flatbush avenue station his application was held up so long by the Municipal Assembly that it was abandoned. Application for the privilege now requested must go before the municipal authorities, but it is believed by those behind it that prompt action will follow.

   A wonderful cure for lock-jaw was performed in this city last week by the injection of antitoxin into the brain of a lad who was considered beyond aid. Nine days previous the boy stepped on a rusty nail, which penetrated his foot about an inch. His physician removed the nail and cauterized the wound. For three days it appeared to mend. At the end of the third day the boy grew worse and was sent to the hospital. That evening tetanus developed, the usual remedies were applied, but next day the patient could not open his jaws. The rigidness spread throughout his body. On the sixth day he was still alive, but his body had virtually warped into a semicircle, the muscles as hard and tense as iron. His whole weight was thrown on his head and heels and he was placed under packs. The curvature became more and more pronounced and yesterday morning but a spark of life was left. Then it was decided to resort to the newly discovered antitoxin treatment, with the result that the muscles of the jaws, the first to stiffen, began to relax, and a short time later the patient came from under the influence of the anaesthetic and found himself almost a well boy.

   A queer arrangement has been entered into between two families residing in adjoining houses in this city. For several months there has been trouble between them. Charges and countercharges of misconduct and threats of bodily harm have been made before the justice by members of each one, until the case had become complicated. At last a justice hit on a solution of the trouble and announced that, if the families would pledge their word not to speak to each other for a year, he would waive all court charges. At first the parties were inclined to demur, but the justice succeeded in convincing all hands that his advice would be for the best.

   A horse with a penchant for beer as a beverage walked into a saloon Saturday, and refused to leave until his thirst had been slacked with the amber fluid. The horse was the property of a contractor in New York, who states that he has often given the animal beer to drink, and that he seems to prefer it to water. When he walked into the saloon the proprietor attempted to put him out, but without success. Then he called in a policeman who was equally unsuccessful in his efforts to induce the horse to vacate the premises. "Give him a drink," said a small boy who was watching the scene from the street. The saloonist thought the suggestion worth trying and as he had no water vessel of sufficient size, he brought out a drip pan partly filled with drainings of the beer taps. The horse put his nose into the pan and drained it to the bottom. Then he shook his head, walking out of the saloon and returned to his pasture.

 

Skaneateles Lake in New York State.

Legend of Skaneateles Lake.

   Skaneateles lake is one of the most beautiful in the world, and for grand and romantic scenery it has no equal. More than a century ago the land about the head of the lake was a densely wooded forest, peopled only by the red man, and abounding in game of all kinds. At that time, as the legend runs, the wigwams of a tribe of the Onondagas were situated on the east bank of the lake.

   These Indians were at war with the Cayugas and a fierce and bitter hatred existed between the chiefs of the two tribes. While on the hunting path in search of game, a young chief of the Cayugas met and loved the beautiful Star-in-the-East, the only daughter of the old Ononadaga chief. The love was returned, but the maiden knew that her stern old father would rather see her dead at his feet than that she should become the bride of a Cayugan.

   The young couple met again and again on the banks of the lake, and at last the young Indian girl promised that in two moons she would go with her lover across the water to the home of his tribe. But alas! This was not to be. A young brave of her own tribe coveted the bright "star" for his own wigwam, and as he saw her steal away he followed and observed the meeting between the lovers. As they were saying the last good night, an arrow from his bow was sent on its mission of death, and as it pierced the heart of the Cayugan the latter fell backward and the clear waters closed over him forever.

   The young maiden, with a scream of agony, sprang in after him and thus she joined her lover in the happy hunting grounds of the red man.

   The legend says that in the full of the moon the form of an Indian girl with long flowing hair can be seen wandering on the beach, looking for her murdered lover. Now on this very spot, where the dark skinned lovers plighted their troth, stands the cottage of the white man, who spends the long summer days in rest and recreation, unmindful of this romance of the past.

 

Sig Sautelle.

SIG SAUTELLE

Will Take the Road Next Season with Railroad Circus.

   The last issue of the New York Clipper states that "next season Mr. Sautelle will have a big railroad show, requiring 25 sixty-foot cars for its transportation. While business this season has been the heaviest ever enjoyed by the Sautelle show, Mr. Sautelle has decided to take to the rails and will add a complete menagerie of fourteen cages and four elephants, with two cars in advance."

 

Auction Bill Fifty Years Old.

   Mr. Almond Sanders, who resides on the Groton road west of Cortland, has loaned us an auction bill printed at the Democrat office Dec. 5, 1850—over fifty years ago. The bill was printed for Newman Barton, who lived in the town of Virgil, and who advertised for sale several cows, hay, carriage, farming tools and furniture. The style of type used was somewhat different from that of to-day.

 

GINSENG AT EAST HOMER.

The Knapp Brothers Buy 160,000 Seeds for Planting.

   Up near East Homer the Knapp brothers, of whom B. R. Knapp is a leading spirit, propose to vie with [town of] Scott in the matter of ginseng raising. The Messrs. Knapp have some beautiful farms in the vicinity of East Homer, and believing that the raising of ginseng will in a few years be a profitable feature of farming, they recently bought 160,000 ginseng seeds. In smaller quantities these seeds are worth two and a half cents each, hence the reader will readily note the capital required to purchase the seed alone.

   B. R. Knapp will alone plant 20,000 seeds, and the remainder will be used by his brothers and others in that locality.

   The indications seem to point to the prediction that Cortland county will in a few years become the leading county in ginseng raising.

 

PAGE FOUR—BRIEF EDITORIALS.

   Now that the football season has opened, the death rate of the country may surely be expected to go up.

   The law which they despise is the only thing that saves the anarchists from being wiped off the face of the earth.

   Dr. Halsey J. Ball is one of the most popular young men in the northern part of the county. Give him a vote for coroner.

   The Democratic county ticket is made up of competent young men, who are worthy the support of all good citizens, irrespective of party.

   ''The consumer needs some protection, too," the Detroit Tribune makes bold to say. This is rank heresy, coming from a [Republican] protectionist paper. All that the consumer is born and lives for is to pay tariff taxes to protect the fellows who sell wire rods, for example, at $89 a ton in the United States, and $29.30 a ton in England. The consumer, in fact, is a sheep-like animal; he exists only to be shorn. [At the time this was written Democrats were lobbing Congress for a national income tax law—CC ed.]

  

HERE AND THERE.

   Hatchetation at Taylor hall this evening.

   Potatoes are bringing 40 cents at the car and cabbage $7 a ton.

   The Homer-ave. M. E. society will hold a rummage sale early in November.

   [Voter] registration days in the city will be October 11, 12, 18 and 19, from 8 a. m. to 9 p. m.

   Two rummage sales are booked for the month of October—Grace church and the Y. M. C. A.

   Mrs. Caroline Nation, otherwise known as Carrie Nation, is announced to speak in Taylor hall this evening.

   Hon O. U. Kellogg has received another flock of 34 Angora goats, which were on exhibition at the Pan-American.

   The Prohibitionists of Cortland will hold a convention in G. A. R. hall, this city, this afternoon to nominate a county ticket.

   If it is lawful to sell a glass of beer with a sandwich on Sunday, why not let the butchers sell a beef steak provided a glass of beer goes with it.

   H. T. Bushnell, ex-county clerk, has bought of C. V. Hike the egg and produce business and will hereafter conduct the same at the old stand, 35 Railroad-st.

   In asking for nothing more than an equal representation with each of the towns in future Democratic conventions, the Democrats of the city of Cortland cannot be classed as avaricious.

   At the Cincinnatus fair last week, Thomas Davison of Freetown exhibited nearly two hundred varieties of farm produce, and was awarded the special premium of a Milburn farm wagon, valued at $75, given by Peck Bros. of Cortland.

   The boys are keeping a sharp eye on the chestnut trees.

   At the Tompkins county fair, recently held at Ithaca, a gentleman from Ohio was awarded $63, another from New Jersey was given $61, and a third from Pennsylvania $66, all premiums on stock. It seemed to be of a national fair more than a county exhibition.

   In the ladies' nail driving contest at the Cincinnatus fair, for which prizes were offered by Geo. H. Ames of Cortland, Mrs. George Feint of Taylor secured first by driving 28 wire nails in a hemlock stick in one minute, Mrs. C. G. White of Cincinnatus winning second by driving 27 nails in the same time. These ladies would make efficient carpenters, surely.