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THE NATIONAL TJtfBirSTE: WASHINGTON, D. C, JANUARY 14, 1882.
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SMITH, JONES, AND ROBINSON.
X CHRISTMAS CAEOL.
Smith, Jones, and Robinson, three neighbors gay,
"Went out upon one Christmas day
To spend a social hour together ;
They walked, and talked, and joked, and smoked,
And laughed, and quaffed in merry mood,
And made remarks about the weather.
An hour or two ran into three,
Time seemed to run so merrily
To these three jolly neighbors.
And when the shades of night came down
They had not left that part of town
Where bar-men ply their labors.
But now from nonsense energetic
They fell into a mood pathetic
And grew quite confidential ;
Robinson pensively remarked to Smith
That hearthstone bliss was all a myth
And marriage non-essential.
And Jones and Smith teok up tl e strain
Of all their sad connubial pain,
And what it cost in money ;
And Robinson told Jones in maudlin tone?
Of what per cent, he paid on loans,
And neither thought it funny .
About the hour when midnight cocks
Crow echoing answers to the clocks,
Those three convivial Christmas tramp
Went reeling homeward 'nealh the lamps;
And each one had a special reason.
Smith told his wife that Jones poor fellow
Had got with Robinson, and both were mellow;
And Robinson said that Smith and Jones had been
drinking,
Till both were past all sober thinking;
But Jones, the bet one in the lot,
Confessed to several whiskies hot.
This little story has no moral.
Except it ended in a quarrel ;
Mrs. Smith in freezing tones
Says she won't recognize that Jones;
And Jones and Smith have gone to sneaking
Through devious ways to keep from speaking.
A PERILOUS SITUATION.
A new territory infested by Indians, and fill
ing np rapidly with adventurers in quest of gold,
will always be the theatre of thrilling events.
Such a region was the Black Hills in 1875-G-7.
Many a night has the writer sat in the light of
a campfire in those days, and listened to tales re
lated, with all the hard, graphic earnestness of
truth, by men who needed not to oinhellish their
narratives to render them stranger than the most
sensational of fictions.
These rough narrators, indeed, would have
scorned to emhellish. The most of their adven
tures were not romatic. Commonly they were
stern realities ; difficult to he met and overcome,
perils often from which men are only too glad to
escape with their lives. Such an one was the
following incident which occuired in the ex
perience of a friend of the writer during the sea
son of '75.
Along with mazy others, James Bently went to
the Black Hills as soon after the Custer expedi
tion as possible, hoping to gather a goodly por
tion of the coveted " yellow dust," reported to be
lying loose at the bottom of all the streams there.
With five or six other gold-hunters, Bently
succeeded in avoiding the Government troops
then vainly trying to guard the territory and
arrived on French Creek, near the present site
of Custer City, early in the spring of the year
above mentioned.
Provided with mining "pans' he and his com
panions at once tested the soil along the stream.
"There seemed to be gold everywhere. In every
-pan of dirt they washed, a few bright particles
-were found, yet not enough in quantity to make
it profitable to spend time in getting it.
They next tried the " rocker," but could not
make more than day wages. "Sluicing" was
next attempted, but the water supply proved in
adequate. They were satisfied, however, that the claims,
which they had "located" along the stream, were
valuable, and that a reservoir, or dam, might be
built which would give a sufficient amount of
water.
Concluding, therefore, to hold their claims till
the resources of the country were letter develop
ed, they built a cabin and determined to seek for
gold elsewhere in the Hills, leaving one of their
party to take care of the cabin and the claims.
James was the first to whose lot it fell to guard
the cabin. There were a few miners left above
and below him, but most of those who had gather
ed there had left ; so that the position of the soli
tary guardian was not only a lonely, but a dan
gerous one. The Indians at this time were feel
ing exceedingly aggrieved, not without reason ;
since the invasion of their territory was plainly
contrary to the treaty which our Government had
made with them.
Eumor8 had been rife all the spring that war
parties were prowling about the Hills watching
for a chance to pick off stray miners. That these
reports were true was pretty well demonstrated
by the fact that numbers of miners who had ven
tured out " prospecting " alone, had never return
ed. Several, indeed, had been found dead and
scalped.
Bently was a brave fellow, but he naturally
felt somewhat nervous during the first few days
of his solitary vigil at the cabin. By the end of
a week the irksomeness of his position told so
strongly upon him, that he would almost have been
glad of a brush with the Indians, or to have un
dertaken a venture of almost any kind to relieve
the weary monotony of his situation.
At length he felt that he must do something
to divert his mind, and taking his rifle one morn
ing, he walked up the creek to the cabin of the
nearest miner a taciturn fellow who seemed to
court solitude, but whose cabin was in sight of
his own and asked him if he would not, as a
favor, keep an eye on his hut that day.
Scarcely looking up, the man grufily assented,
then turned to his work, which seemed to be the
fashioning of a rude chair from some shakes "
which he had split.
Thanking him, Bently turned away and pro
ceeded rapidly up from the creek among the hills,
resolved on a good long tramp at any risk. It
was a fine day. His spirits rose as he climed the
rocky bluff and caaght the piney oodr of the ever
greens which clothed their sides.
For two or three hours he hunted for game, but
found none. There were, as he knew, hundreds
of black-tailed deer in the miles of woods
through which he had come; but the wind was
blowing steadily in the direction he was travel
ling ; and he begun to be aware th-it he must
change his course, if he would carry home a
haunch of venison.
Accordingly he now bore off to the eastward,
and ranging among the low hills in that quarter,
succeeded about noon in shooting a fine buck.
Salt and matches he had brought with him
from the cabin, as also a canteen of cold coftee
and a half-dozon "hard tack." In the course of
an hour he had dressed his deer, after a man
ner, kindled a fire, and was dining with a relish
off some of the choicest tidbits roasted on the
coals.
Later on he secured one of the hind quarters,
bundled up in the skin for convenience in carry
ing, and then set off to return to the creek.
But meantime the sun had become clouded in ;
and after going on for s ome minutes, a feeling of
uneasiness as to his coarse began to steal upon
him. Uneasily he cast his eyes about him for
some point of observation which would enable
him to overlook the surrounding country.
Out to the east these extended a range of high
bluffs or rather a long r j cky ridge ; and for this
he at once directed his -teps. As the distance
was scarcely more than j mile, he soon reached
the ridge.
Scaling the crags in front, he saw upon gain
ing the summit, that the end of his journey, in
that direction at least, was reached. For stretch
ing away on either side and in front, there ex
tended a deep, black canon, aud the ridge on
which he stood proved to be, on the side next
the canon, a sheer precipice, from one hundred
to one hundred and fifty feet in height.
Bewildered, and fairly out of his reckoning,
my friend turned to look in the direction from
whence he had just come, when almost the first
objects that met his eyes were fifteen or twenty
horsemen riding at a gallop round the base of a
hill, makins directly towards him, and not more
than half a mile away.
It hardly needed a second glance to assure the
startled miner that they were Indians, and that
they were after him attracted no doubt by his'
incautious carnp fire.
At first the peril of his position nearly over
came him with terror. There seemed positively
no avenue of escape. The savages could easily
separate at the foot of the bluff and surround
him; while the only alternative left him was,
either to fight, or to fling himself into the yawn
ing depths of the canon.
Instantly the Indians perceived that he had
discovered them, and set up a hideous yelling,
and began to spread out in a line to surround his
perch on the bluff.
The canon was his only chance of escape, and
he turned with desperate earnestness in that di
rection spurred by the yells of the Indians
which rang in his ears, as he ran along the edge
of the precipice, eagerly scanning the rocks for
some fissure by which he might climb down.
Already he was nearly enclosed by a semicircle
of the savages. In his rear several of them were
working their way up the bluff, dodging from
rock to rock, to get a shot at him without expos
ing their own bodies : and he well knew that
others would be ready to head him off before he
could get much farther.
A moment later two rifle shots cracked from
among the boulders off to his right, and he heard
the whiz of the ball?. But there seemed to be
neither break nor crevice in the solid ledge form
ing the wall of the canon along the verge of which
he was running.
A second or two after, however, he came where
the brink of the cliff shelved off somewhat, and
down over the sloping rock he caught sight of
the topmost boughs of a pine tree reaching
slightly above the rocky wall of the canon. It
flashed across his mind that there must be a
foothold at the root of this tree, a path perhaps
by which he might escape.
Creeping to the extreme edge of the bluff, he
peered over. There was little there to encourage
him. About forty feet below some large rocks
jutted out slightly from the face of the cliff. A
crack between two of these had become filled
with earth, and in this the pine had its roots.
It was a desperate venture; but Bently deter
mined to swing off into the tree, and trust to
finding a place of concealment. He would as
suridly be killed if he remained many moments
longer in his present position, for the yells of his
approaching enemies were drawing nearer and
nearer. It could be no worse to be killed at the
foot of the tree than at the top, he thought.
With his carbine buttoned within his blouse
(his pack of venison he had already thrown
away), he lay hold of the pine boughs and
scrambled down its trunk as fast as he could.
But when about two-thirds of the way down
the pine, he noticed an irregular hole in the face
of the precipice, almost within reach from the
trunk. An inspiration came to him. Here was
his chance of concealment. Supporting himself
by a limb, he contrived to back himself into the
hole, which he found to extend for twelve or fif
teen feet backwards into the rocky wall of the
canon.
Once inside, his spirits rose. The Indians
surely would never seek him here ; and even if
they did, no one of them would be hardy enough
to poke his head in at the hole, only to receive a
bullet.
The only apprehension which now troubled
him was the prospect of a siege, and as he had
still a little coffee in his canteen, and three "hard
tacks" left in his sack, he felt that his chances
were good for at least a couple of days.
So with renewed hope he lay quiet and listened.
The Indians, evidently, were approaching the
place of his disappearance very cautiously; their
yelling had ceased. It was nearly an hour before
he heard anything farther of them.
At length he became aware that guttural voices
were in earnest conversation overhead. These
sounds continued for a few moments, when sud
denly he was startled by a grating, rumbling
noise on the rocks above followed a moment after
by the violent swaying and cracking of the pine
boughs and a thunderous crash below.
The savages had rolled a large boulder over the
edge of the cliff directly above him. It had
fallen through the limbs of the tree, and striking
ne of the projecting rocks below, among which
the pine was rooted, had broken away nearly
half of it.
An appalling thought crossed Bently's mind.
What if the savages were to keep on rolling
down boulders till they carried away the rocks
below, tree and all !
The sweat rolled down his face, and he felt
faint and sick at heart as the probability of this
event dawned upon him. For how then could
he ever escape from his hole in the steep, bare,
lofty wall of the canon ?
Jn great suspense ho waited for some time,
hearing occasional noises above him.
Not daring to show himself, Bentley remained
in his close prison all that night, and next day,
until late in the afternoon, when, having heard
nothing of his enemies for fully twenty-four
hours, he ventured to peep forth and then to
climb back up the pine, to the top of the cliff,
which he regained after a good deal of effort.
No Indians were there awaiting him much to
his relief; and he at once set off to find his way
back to French Creek, which he reached at about
ten o'clock in the evening. Youth's Companion.
THE LAND OF DREAMS,
A contributor to The Sour, about a year since
suggested that perhaps the time would come
when dreams might be controlled. Sleep, he
thought, could be utilized, so that during the
still hours of the night the human subject could
be made pleasantly conscious, of an ideal, if not
of a real, existence. It was pointed out that phy
sical conditions determine the character of dreams,
and that narcotics and stimulants, as well as an
aesthetics affect the nerves in such different ways
as to produce various dreams. Indeed different
kinds of liquor, from beer to champagne, affect
the visions of night, each in its own way.
Recent publications have done something to
attract attention to this subject. The London
Telegraph and the Journal of Psychological Medi
cine have been discussing dreams in a way which
piques curiosity as to the possibility of man
regulating the character of his dreams at night.
Some men and women never dream, others only
occasionally. Archbishop Laud passed his night
in vivid dreaming, so much so that he really led
a kind of double life. Other people, again, under
certain abnormal physical conditions, have night
mare which are horribly vivid and far more in
tense and thrilling than the stories of Wilkie
Collins and Mrs. Eadcliffe. One strange story is
that of an English gentleman, who actually
thought that he was pursued by a vindictive be
ing like the "Paara" or " Sending," which the
Icelandic wizards create by a magical process
and send out into the world to torment their vic
tims. After a series of fearful adventures, this
gentleman dreamt he slew his tormentor ; but,
as he had not give him Christian burial, he dis
interred the gdastly remains, whose coffin was
sunk " deep in the dreadful dust that once was
man." As the coffin was opened, blood trickled
amongst the dry dust of the dead. All this seem
ed to the sleeper as real as life itself. A common
dream with reputable men and women is to find
themselves in strange places with very little
clothing on. They undergo intolerable agonies
of shame and distress to reach some place where
they can be arrayed in fitting garments. Very
unimaginative persons often have highly poetic
and fanciful, as well as fantastical, dreams. Such
an one dreamt he had a fairy mistress. She told
him she would be with him. whpnever Iip pluck
ed a certain white 'dower from the country he
passed through ; but that, after securing a certain
number, the last flower would bring her to him
and she would see him pass through the gates of
death. Unthinkingly he did pluck the last flower,
when the angel appeared, her eyes full of tears,
reproaching him for this carelessness, where
upon he awoke, after having experienced a most
idyllic vision.
A noted English clergyman states that in his
dreams he can invent most complicated plots for
novels, which he can partly recall during his
waking hours ; yet, when fully awake, he " cud
gels his dull brains " in vain to conceive even a
simple plot. The sense of humor is not dormant
in dreams, as is shown by the fantastic images
which flit through the visions of the dreamer.
Dean Swift once awoke shouting with laugh
ter at a verbal witticism which really had no
point to it. The London Spectator tells of a man
who had better luck, for he wrote a poem in his
dreams, the first two lines of which were:
The Great Auk seized the Lesser Auk
In his Castle of Auk-wardness,
which is vefy fair word jingling for a man in his
sleep. The only really fine poem, however, so
far as is known, composed in sleep, is Coleridge's
"KublaKhan."
But few people nowadays attach any import
ance to dreams. They have lost their prophetic
value to the modern man and woman. It is true
that here and there is found a person who affects
to believe that certain kinds of dreams foreshadow
ill-luck; but such superstitions are dying out
even among the vulgar. An educated person
would be ashamed to admit a belief in anything
of the kind.
The problem to be solved is, can experts so
manipulate the human subject as to induce
dreams more or less pleasant through all the
hours of the night ? Is it feasible to thus utilize
sleep and make us delightfully conscious when
under the influence of the drowsy god ? Seven
to eight hours out of the twenty four are now
passed in a mock death. Every part of the
body lives and carries on its functions, with the
single exception of the nerve centres. These suc
cumb to unconsciousness. Surprising results
would follow the discovery of any means to make
man susceptible to influences which would induce
a particular kind of vision, for there is no time
or space in dreamland. In a few seconds events
apparently occur which would take years for their
fulfillment. There is no fact so well established
about dreams as that of the abolition of all con
ception of time and space during their occurrence.
Hence the dream-indnoer, should he ever come,
will be the inventor of .a kind of eternity pro
tern! The Hour.
It is sometimes necessary to bore one or more
holes in porcelain, but the usual way of doing
this is not easy. If, however, an ordinary drill
be hardened and kept moist with oil of turpentine
it will easily penetrate the porcelain. The drill
commonly employed in connection with scroll
cutting machines answers very welL
KRUPP'S GREAT GUNS.
The Germans are justly proud of Herr Alfred
Krupp, the owner and creator of the largest and
most famous foundry in the world. Although
continually turning out immense castings of iron
and steel for various purposes, it is for the noted
cannon that the great establishment at Essen, in
Rhenish Prussia, has the widest reputation. Al
fred Krupp is a native of Essen, and is 70 years
old. In 1826 the elder Krupp died without leav
ing any considerable fortune to his widow, who,
with the assistance of her son, carried on a
small foundry until 1848, when she retired in
favor of her assistant. Herr Krupp continued to
make great progress with his foundry, but with
out attaining any international reputation until
the great exhibition of 1851, when he attracted
attention by sending to London a single block of
steel weighing 1,500 kilogrammes. In the 1862
exhibition Herr Krupp was a most successful
exhibitor, showing, among other examples of his
skill, a cast-steel block of 100 hundredweight,
which, being broken into halves by a steam ham
mer of 1,000 hundredweight, was found to be
perfectly clear and free from flaws.
One specialty of Herr Krupp's exhibit in
1851 must not be passed by without mention, and
that is his cast-steel guns. The attention of the
French Government was particularly attracted
by this artillery, and the experiments that gov
ernment made with it afforded convincing proofs
of the practical value of the Essen manufactory.
These guns at that time were of very small cal
iber, but Herr Krupp was continually experi
mentalizing with them, until he finally succeeded
in producing those gigantic pieces of artillery
which are now world-famous. Indeed, it is as
serted that upward of 15,000 cast-steel guns
have, up to the present time, been made by the
Essen establishment, and disposed of in various
quarters of the globe. In the Philadelphia ex
hibition 187G, Herr Krupp exhibited many won
ders that startled even Americans, accustomed as
they are to all kinds of mechanical wonders.
Altogether the establishment covers a super
ficial area of 1,000 acres, about 196 of which are
covered with buildings. In the year 1S77 the
Krupp foundry possessed 1,648 various kinds of
furnaces, 298 steam boilers, 77 steam hammers,
294 steam engines, ranging from 2 to 1,000 horse
power, or altogether 11,000 horse-power, and
1,063 other kinds of machinery.
Herr Krupp, by means of an army of 5,000
workmen, is enabled to turn out a monthly sup
ply of 250 field-pieces, 30 small' and 24 large
cannons, besides an enormous quantity of arti
cles of peaceful purposes. To keep all these
foundries employed, Herr Krupp possesses sev
eral mines in various parts of Germany, and
even at Bilpao, in Spain, whence the metal is
brought by a regular line of steamers to the
mouth of the Rhine, and thence conveyed by rail
to the furnace. Altogether the number of peo
Xle employed by Herr Krupp in the performance
of these various labors is little short of 15,000,
who will work together under their employer's
skillful direction with the regularity of a ma
chine. The daily consumption of cOal by this
army of workers is about 2,200 tons. The crea
ture comforts and requirements of his people
are carefully provided for by Herr Krupp. He
has had 1 ,277 dwellings erected for his clerks and
workmen, in which everything edful has been
thought of. Fire and life insurances, invalid and
pension societies, hospital, bathing establish
ments, four people's schools, besides an indus
trial school for girls and work school for women,
all proclaim the thoughtfulness of Herr Krupp,
their founder and benefactor. Herr Krupp, a
few weeks ago, had in his employ 28,000 men ;
but new orders have just obliged him to hire an
additional force of 8,000, which places him at the
head of a population of a small city more than
30,000 men. The Rothschilds only, of all Kaiser
Wilhelm's subjects, return a larger income than
Herr Krupp. Not even the Rothschilds set in
motion so many hands. London Queen.
OCEAN WAIFS.
It is the habit of people on board ships to throw
overlxard bottles tightly corked and labeled, con
taining news. Sometimes this is done during
storms in which the passengers fear they will be
drowned, and they take this means of informing
their friends of how they are passing their last
hours. But generally these communications are
of a scientific character. On March 3d, 1879,
Mr. Charles S. Renaut threw overboard from the
ship Pleione, of Sau Francisco, a bottle contain
ing a document stating the ship's position and
the set of the Pacific equatorial current. This
was in the neighborhood of Cape Horn. This
message was picked up on the Fiji Islands on
the 27th of September last. It was in good pre
servation and tells a marvelous story of the ad
ventures through the vast ocean it traversed.
In fifteen mouths it travelled in a direct line
nearly seven thousand miles. The adventures
of this bottle are of great interest to the scientific
world, as showing the drift of the ocean currents.
Of course this bottle could not have taken a di
rect course : it must have moved repeatedly to
the right and to the left Demorest's Monthly.
M. Gley, a French physiologist, has been invest
igating the effects of brain-work on the circula
tion of the blood. In his experiments he has found
that when he applied himself to a difficult subject,
upon which he had to concentrate all his energies,
the rhythm of the heart was far more acceler
ated then when considering some matter with
which he was familiar.
BEFORE THE DAYBREAK.
Before the daybreak shines a star
That in the day's great glory fiidea;
Too fieroely bright is the fell light
That her pale-gleaming lamp upbraids.
Before the daybreak sings a bird
That trills her song ere the morning light ;
Too loud for her is the day's stir,
The woodland's thousand-tongued delight.
Ah ! great the honor is to shine
A light wherein no traveler errs;
And rich the prize to rank divine
Among the world's loud choristers.
But I would be the paler star,
And I would be that lonelier hhti;
To shine with hope while hope's afar,
And sing of love when love's unheard.
F. W. Bourdttl&n.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OP.
Chicken Broth. Koast or bake, till turning
yellow, two old fowls. Put them in a soup ket
tle, with three quarts of cold water, and set them
over a rather slow fire. Skim, add a small onion
a leek, a few stalks of chervil, and two stalks ot
celery. Sfmmer gently, till the fowls fall to
pieces, say four or five hours; strain, and set the
broth aside. The next day, carefully remove all
the fat. Beat up the whites of two eggs, with
two gills of the cold broth. Heat the rest of the
broth to toiling, then stir in the whites of the
eggs; boil gently ten minutes, and strain it
through an absolutely clean cloth. The perfec
tion of this soup depends upon having it as clear
and limpid as possible.
Mutton Stew. Take three pounds of breast
or neck of mutton, cut in pieces, put in a stew
pan with just enough water to cover, adding a
pinch of salt; let it stew gently for one hour;
skim off all the fat; peel and slice six potatoes,
.and four onions ; then sprinkle, and put all the
ingredients into another stewpan, in layers: first
a layer of vegetables, then one of meat, and sprin
kle seasoning of pepper and salt and savory be
tween each layer ; cover closely, and let the whole
stew very slowly for one hour, shaking it fre
quently to prevent its burning. This is a good
dish for a family dinner, and is easily made.
Hominy. Wash it through two or three
waters, pour boiling water on it, and let it soak
for at least ten hours ; then put it into a stew
pan, allowing two quarts of water to one quart of
hominy, and boil it slowly four or five hours, or
until it is perfectly tender; then drain it, put it
into a deep dish, add salt and a bit of butter, and
serve as a vegetable, with meat. Samp is cooked
in the same way, but rather less water is used ;
for instance, put a pint and a-half to one quart of
samp. It is also good cut, when cold, into slices,
and fried for breakfast.
Plum Cake. Take a good pound of butter,
squeeze the water out of it, then beat it smooth
with a spoon. Add one pound of coarse brown
sugar, mix it well, then drop in ten eggs, one by
one, out of the shell ; beat all for ten minutes.
Then add a glass and a-half of whisky, boiling
hot, (prepared according to the directions given
below,) three pounds of currants, well washed,
dried, and picked, mixed on a dish with a pound
and a-half of flour, to be added by degrees to the
ingredients; not to beat much in this stage. Add
half a pound of dried citron and candied orange
peel, shred in thick slices. Paper your shape,
without buttering it, putting many folds of paper
on the bottom, to prevent it burning. Bake five
hour3 in a slow oven. Directions for boiling
whisky : Put a handful of sugar, any sort, and a
lamp of butter, in a saucepan, to burn. When
burnt, take it off the fire, and throw in a glass
and a-half of whisky, liet it simmer until it has
absorbed the color of the sugar. In this state,
add to the cake.. Icing the cake may be done a
day or two afterwards, as it need not be put in
the ovtii to dry. Half a pound of icing sugar,
the wnite of one egg, well beaten ; add the sugar,
and beat on ; then add half a wineglass of vinegar,
and beat well together. Then lay it thickly on
the cake with a knife: leave the cake in a dry
place until the sugar is quite hard. The cake
will keep three months.
How to Make Vienna Bread. Sift in a tin
pan four pounds of flour ; bank it up against the
sides, pour in one quart of milk and water, and
mix into it enough flour to form a thin batter;
then quickly and lightly add one pint of milk,
in which is dissolved one ounce of salt, and one
and three-quarter ounces of compressed yeast.
Leave the remainder of the flour against the sides
of the pan ; cover the pan with a cloth, and set
it in a place free from draught for three-quarters
of an hour; then mix in the rest of the flour,
until the dough will leave the bottom and sides
of the pan, and let it stand two hours and a-half.
Finally, divide the mass into me-pound pieces,
to be cut in turn into twelve parts each. This
gives square pieces, about three inches and a-half
thick, each corner of which is taken up and fold
ed over to the centre, and then the cakes are
turned over on a dough-board to rise for half ait
hour, when they are put into a hot ov,en, that
bakes them in ten minutes.
Administration of Quinia. Dr. J. C. Stock
hard, Bull. Gen. de Thcrap., says heemploys the
following method of disgui&.ng the taste of quinia :
He beats up the white of an egg and puts a por
tion of the resulting foam on a spoon, when the
quinia powder may be inveloped in the albumen
and readily taken.
Grease Spots from Drawings. If a little
magnesia (it will be well to try both the calcined
and the carbonate) is powdered over the grease
spot, with a piece of cleane thin blotting paper
laid again on that, and a common laundry iron,
moderately hot, passed a few times over it, the
grease is often readily removed. If it does not
come out at once, or if there is a very large spot,
it will be well to shake off the magnesia which
cakes to the heat, sprinkle a fresh quantity over
it, and persue the same plan.
THE NOISE OF THE FINGER.
Dr. Hammond says that when you poke the
end of your finger in your ear the roaring noise
you hear is the sound of the circulation in your
finger, which is a fact, as any one can demon
strate for himself by first putting his fingers m
his ears, and then stopping them up with other
substance. Try it, and think what a wonder of
a machine your body is, that even the points ot
your fingers are such busy workshops that they
roar like a small Niagara. The roaring is prob
ably more than the noise of the circulation of the
blood. It is the voice of all the vital processes
together the tearing-down and building-up pro
cesses that are always going forward in every liv
ing body from conception to death.
m
When we were young, said Sir John Lub
bock, recently, we knew that the leopard had
spots, the tiger was striped, and the lion tawny,
fcf. whv this was so it did not occur to us to ask,
' and if we had asked, no one would have answered.
Now we see at a glance that the stripes ot tne
tiger have reference to its life among jungle grass
es ; the lion is sandy like the desert, while the
markings of the leopard Tesemble spots of sun
shine glancing through the leaves.
