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A Tiger Hunt.
An Incidental) the Desert of Sahara,
BY BIAJE JACKET.
I had been ordered to join a vessel on a
distant Southern station soon after the
close of the war, and while on board the
large, noble passenger steamer that plied
between New York and my point of des
tination, it was my good fortune to listen
to the following story.
The narrator was an Americana tall,
muscular man, and his dark eyes denoted
both courage and determination. His
compl exion, from long and constant ex
posure to the sun and weather, had as
sumed a hue but little lighter than a mu
latto's, but it only increased the interest
that he had excited among his fellow-pas-
sengers.
We were off Hatteras, the wind fresh
from the easward, with sufficient sea on
to render walking a difficulty even to
those who boasted of the superi
ority of their sea legs. As night closed
in the wind freshened, curling up the
white caps and casting showers of spray
over the huge black sides of the steamer,
while occasional splashes of rain drove
the passengers from the promenade deck.
The dismal clank of the machinery, the
monotonous beating of the powerful
propeller, the sighing of the gale as it
swept through the rigging above my
head, all tended to arouse a feeling of
lonesomeness, and I left the wet, sloppy
deck for the more congenial quarters of
the social hall.
I found it well filled by a number of
my fellow passengers, who, from the clink
of glasses and the popping of corks, were
bent upon making a night of it in defi
ance to the elements raging without.
Throwing my cape aside, and lighting a
cigar, I took possession of a dark corner,
where I could hear all that transpired.
The party were relating stories, each
one in their turn, and many a thrilling
incident of adventure and war was told
in rapid succession. But they failed to
excite my somewhat listless energies,
which were suffering with the blues, and
I puffed away in sullen indifference to
every thing that was transiting about
me.
Suddenly a deep, sonorous voice, clear
and distinct above the medley of sounds
arising from without, fell upon my ear.
I glanced up from beneath the visor of
my uniform cap. It was the dark-look
ing stranger, who was contributing his
portion ol the evening's entertainment.
"Some years ago, gentlemen, I had a
contract to supply the French forces
stationed at Goru with certain supplies.
It is a small out-of-the-way place on the
west coast of Africa, a barren rock, in
fact, situated about twelve miles from the
main land.
"The French forces at the time were
actively engaged fighting against the
wild denizens of the desert, and a small
fortified village*on the edge of the vast
sandy plain, Itufisque by name, had been
converted into a militarv base for sup
plies for the use of the little army con
centrated at that point.
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had a small bungalow or residence
there, which was generally well filled by
the officers of the different companies,
with whom, I may say, i was a general
favorite.
"One morning(I shall not forget it
a hurry), a party of five young French
men thronged into my room, all clamor
ing for me to accompany them on a hun
ting expedition.
"The natives had been unusually quiet
for the past month the scouting parties
thrown out from the outpost had failed
to discover the slightest signs of an Arab,
and no danger was apprehended in gal
loping across the desert to an oasis some
twelve miles distast. It was a noted
haunt for tigers who prowled in the
vicinity to slake their thirst from the
clear waters of a spring which bubled
amid a thick cluster of palm trees.
"Mounted on the small but fleet Ara
bian horses, we issued forth from the
main gate of the town well armed ana
equipped for the expedition, not forget
ing sundry eatables and drinkables, which
had been packed in hampers and secured
to the backs of high Arabian saddles.
"We were all in the highest spirits as
glided over the smooth, glittering surface
of the desert. We had made preparations
to remain a night and a day at the little
oasis which loomed above the horizon,
with its tall, waving palms, fragrant date
trees and graceful cocoanuts. The large
tropical foliage, the vivid, colors and nu
morous voices of feathered songsters,
struck me as something wonderful and
strange, surrounded as the little spot was
on all sides by boundless acres of burn
ing sandy desolation.
"Securing our steeds, the party scatter
ed through the underbrush in quest of
ame, and I being somewhat of a novice in
such matters, followed in the rear of a
French major of cavalry, who prided
himself upon his skill as a tiger hunter.
Suddenly a sharp, piercing and ter
rible roar resounded through the solitude
of the desert, not unlike the distant
rumble of thunder. The major had
halted, his eyes bent keenly in the direct
ion of the rustling underbrush and crack
ling sticks, denoting the presence of the
monster..
With a horse growl of rage, a [tiger
bounded from the cover of numerous
bushes, which he broke like straws in his
impetuous career. His ears were thrown
back, hair bristling with rage, mouth
open, from which protruded his tongue,
covered with a white foamy froth. The
eyes of the brute were starting from his
head and flashing fire, as he rushed
toward the major who, calm, cool and
motionless as a statue, waited for a favor
able opportunity to deliver his fire.
"It was the first time^in my experience,
gentleman, that I had ever been brought
tace to face with one of the fierce brutes,
and I must confess I experienced a nerv
ous thrill, a sensation of dread, as I
watched the cat-like motions of the fero
cious monster.
"The major waited until his enemy
was within fifteen yards, and, raising his
rifle slowly to his shoulder, brought the
barrel to bear on the tiger. At that mo
ment a shout from our comrades reached
our ears:
"The Arabs! the Arabs! Ride for your
lives, the enemy is upon us!'
"Whether it was the warning cry of his
brtoher soldiers, or a loss of confidence in
his own powers, I know not, but the maj
or made a terrible fatal mistake, and, in
stead of killing the animal, merely
wounded him. In a moment I realized
the man's peril, but too late. M*y heavy
rifle wa3 to my shoulder, but the tiger
was quicker in his movements than I.
"A cry of agony rang through the air,
and the tiger sprang upon his prey before
I could deliver my fire. My finger press
ed the trigger with a nervous movement,
but I dared not fire, for the two were so
entangled in their writhings that I was
fearful of missing my mark.
"A prolonged and savage yell echoed
in my ears, forciblv reminding me that I
had my own safety to look after. As for
the French major, he had fought his last
battle, and his bones, no doubt, are bleach
ing to this day 'neath the fierce African
sun, a victim to that fearful tiger.
"Riflle in hand, I started forward in
the direction where our horses had been
left. Keeping under cover of the foliage,
I reconnoitred the situation. Imagine
my feelings, gentlemen, when I beheld
my late companions galloping across the
desert closely persued by a number of
Arabs with their sharp lances extending
far in advance of their fleet horses.
At last a dozen of the dusky rascals
had been left behind to guard the spoils,
and they, supposing themselves masters
ol the situation, proceeded to test our
viands previous to searching the oasis for
the remainder of the hated Frenchmen.
With the tiger in my rear, growling
and tearing thefcorpse of my poor friend,
together with] the savage Arabs who
partially surrounded me, I was at a loss
how to proceed, but finally determined
to make a bold dash for my life and free
dom. The main body of the enemy had
long since disappeared behind a range of
sand hills which'skirted the horizon. If
I struck at all with any hope of success,
it must be before they returned.
I had gained a point within ten yards
of the spot where the fleet coursers of the
desert had been secured. They were of
a breed far superior to those owned by
the French, and I felt if I could but once
gain possession of one, I might succeed
in escaping.
"I had retained my rifle, very fortu
nately for myself, for as I stepped lightly
fr om the friendly cover ot the shrubbery
there was nothing to shield me from the
sharp eyes of* the Arabs, who, however,
had their backs turned toward me.
"Another moment and I would have
gained the coveted prize my hand, trem
bling with eagerness and excitement, was
extended to grasp the bridle-reins, when
a harse guttural exclamation caused me
to turn my head. A huge Arab, armed
with a lance, had discovered me, and
there was but one alternative left. It
was my lite against theirs the rifle rose
quickly to my shoulder, and I had one
enemy the less to oncounter.
"The next instant I had vaulted into
the saddle, and with the enraged yells of
the Arabs ringing in my ears, I debouch
ed on to the desert, closely pursued by
the dusky demons, who no doupt thirsted
for my blood with an appetite increased
tenfold.
"I had dropped my rifle as too cumber
some, but in my belt were two Colt's re
volvers, which were my constant com
panions, and my spirits rose in propor
tion as my steed bounded on with the
speed of the wind.
"I I'1
ad no knowledge, nor did I heed
numberless currents of air moving aloft,,
which caught up vast masses ot sand,
hurling it in whirling columns across the
immense plain.
Gradually, as the air became clearer,
and the particles settled, I was enabled
to survey the surface of the desert, which
had undergone a rapid and remarkable
change.
"Where once whole acres had been
level as a billiard-table, huge hills and
deep valleys appeared, while furrows
and gullies had been created like the
work ot magic.
"But I might continue this story of
suffering, gentlemen, and tell you of the
pangs of hunger and thirst which I was
forced to endurethe delirium which
mounted to my brain, and the phantasies
which haunted me. But I have already
detained you too long there are others
here with stories to relate, and I will con
clude in a few words.
"I was eventually found by a party of
French cavalry sent out by the command
ant of Rufisque, who had become alarm
ed at the prolonged absence of the hunt
ing party. As soon as the storm would
admit, searching parties were sent out in
all direction, but I was the only one com
posing that unfortunate party who ever
returned. Not even the bodies of my
comrades were ever found, and to this
day it is a mystery whether they fell vic
tims to the Arabs or perished amid the
horrors of the simoon.
"Gentlemen, if any of you ever should
visit Geru on the west coast of Africa, and
have a desire to indulge in a hunt, take
my advice and consider well the subject
in all its bearings. Profft by my experi
ence, which, for my part, I shall never
forget."
The Confiding 3Iai%
the direction my horse was taking, but I there is always some preliminary jawing
was suddenly aware of being surrounded and sassing around, if the woman is
by sandy hills, gullies and ridges, unlike
anything I had ever seen on the desert
before. Round and round, in and out,
my brave Arabian wound his course,
amid the obstacles which appeared to in
crease, and, drawing rein, I ventured to
halt. It was silent as death not a sound
disturbed that vast solitude, and my
fierce pursuers, they had disappeared. I
never beheld them again.
Dismounting from the faithful steed
who had served me so well, I ascended
one of the highest sand ridges, in hopes
of gleaning some knowledge of my
whereabouts, but on all sides I was sur
rounded by sand, and I felt that I was
hopelessly lost.
Then it was that I became conscious
of a great change in the aspect of the
weather. A dark bank of clouds encir
cled the entire horizon not a breath of
air was stirring there was an unnatural
coolness in the atmosphere a suffocation
unusual even for that climate all nature
appeared to be hushed into one horrible
calm, and,panting for suffieient air to sup
port life, I sank beside my horse, who
had also stretched himself on the desert.
"I think I must have sank into a stupor.
At all events when I again'started to my
feet I perceived there was a change rap
idly approaching. The dark bank of
clouds was rapidly obscuring the entire
heavens low murmurs, like the breaths
of spirits, seemed to whisper in my ears,
while a iaint flush of air, so hot, so fierce
as to almost scorch my cheek whirled for
a moment about me. Then came a med
ley of sounds, whizzing and moaning,
the rumble of thunder and the rush of the
tempest. A broad black line came rap
rapidly upon me, and the hurricane in all
its fury burst upon my devoted head.
"So "intense was the darkness that it
was imrjossible to distinguish objects
but a few feet distant, while vast masses
of sand, hurled onward by the full
strength of the simoon, soon made it im
possible to open my eyes. Lying close
beside my horse, which was trembling
with fear, I shielded my face that I might
breath somewhat freer.
"The burning particles of sand forced
themselves through my light clothing un
til, gentlemen, I well-nigh imagined my
self stretched upon a bed of coals, and
the hot, scathing sand, coupled with the
firy breath of the" simoon, effected a change
in my complexion, from which I shall
never recover.
"I hardly ventured to breath the hot
blast, which, like the air of a furnace,
threatened to wither up my very existence.
"Frequently I was forced to rise and
shake the sand from my body, for the fear
of being buried alive, and slowlyseem
ingly an age to methe time passed
while the simoon raged.
Gradually the Cimmerian darkness
faded away a few rays of light strove to
penetrate the yellow atmosphere, filled
with clouds of dust and particles of sand.
I felt that the storm was over, that I had
been preserved from all the dangers that
threatened to overwhelm me, and I re
turned thanks to a merciful Providence
for His protection.
"I cleared my eyes as well as possible,
and wiped the bleeding nostrils of my
poor steed preparatory to mounting him
once more.
Moving pillars of sand occasionally
swept]by me, and several times I narrowly
escaped being overhelmed. The simoon
had expended its force, but had left
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A solitary lady was going up town on
a horse car, yesterday, smiling as if she
believed all the world at peace, when a
man with handkerchief bound around his
head got abroad and sat opposite her.
He doubtless felt that some explanation
should be made for his appearance, and
he suddenly said:
"Madam, I was not run over by a
butcher-cart."
She made no reply, and he presently
continued:
"And I didn't fall down stairs."
She looked out of the window as if she
didn't care whether he had gone down
through abridge or been blown up. He
moved around uneasily, and then whis
pered
'Twas a family fightworst conflict
you ever sawmost beat a tornado! You
look thinjand weak and pale, and I don't
mind telling you how the old woman al-
ways''
"Will you mind your business?'' called
the driver, as he opened the door.
"I will!" was the soft reply, ''but I
want to tell this lady how she can wallop
the old man every time he gets sassy and
sighs for a terrible conflict, you see. When
one o' these family fights occurs there is
always some pre"
"I want you to stop!" shouted the driv
er.
"I willI will, but first let me say that
sharp, she will keep jawing as she backs
for the shovelkeep jawing and backing
sassing and backing''
"I'll put you off the car!*' exclaimed
the driver, as he looped hit, lines over the
brake.
"Keep jawing back till you get hold
of the fire-shovel !"said the stranger.
"Then carefully sneak along and sneak
along, and while he is calling you a hy
enaes3 and you are calling him a savage,
you want to"
"Offwith youright off'n this car!'
said the driver, as he grappled him.
I willI'll go, but, madam, don't
forget to sneak along and sneak along"
He was off the car by that time. He
stood in the middle of the street, and as
the car started, he turned his head in and
hoarsely shouted:
Strike for all your worth when you
hit him! It's the first blow that counts.
If you can stun him on the start, the
victory is"
The driver made for him, and he re
treated to the curbstone. When the car
started again, he leaned forward and
called out:
u, Sh! Say nothing! What I hav
told you is in strict confidence! Hit him
over the ear, and the scalp will peel clear
round!"
An Indian's Jtecenge.
An Indian prides himself upon taking
good or ill in the quietest of ways, and
from a tale told in Mr.Marshall's Cana
dian Dominion, his civilized half-brother
would seem to bej equally unemotional.
Thanks mainly to a certain Metis or half
breed in the service of the Hudson Bay
Company, a Sioux warrior was found
guilty of stealing a horse, and con-.lemn-
ed to pay the animal's value' by instal
ments at one of the company's'forts. On
paying the last instalment he received
his quittance from the man who had
brought him to justice, and left the office.
A few moments latter the Sioux returned,
advanced on his noisless moccasi?is with
in a pace of the writing-table and level
ed his musket full at the half-breed's
head. Just a the trigger was fpul led the
Metis raised the hand with which he was
writing and touched lightly the muzzle
of the gun the shot passed over his
head, but his hair was singed off in [a
broad mass. The smoke clearing away,
the Indian was amazed to see that his
enemy still lived.
The other looked him full in the eyes
lor an instant, and quietly resumed his
writing. The Indian silently departed
unpursued, those who would have given
him chase being stopped by the half
breed with, "Go back to your dinner, and
leave the affair to me."
When evening came, a few whites,
curious to see how the matter would end.
accompanied the Metis to the Sioux en
campment. At a certain distance he made
them wait, and advanced alone to the
Indian tents. Before one of these sat
crouched the baffled savage, singing his
own death-hymn to the tom-tom. He
complained that he must now say good
by to his wife and child, to the sun-light,
to the gun, and the chase. He told his
friends in the spirit land to expect him
that night, when he would bring them all
the news of their tribe. He swung his
body backwards and forwards as he
chanted his strange song, but never once
looted upnot even when his foe spurned
him with h5s foot. He only sang on, and
awaited his fate. The half-breed bent
his hea'd and spat down on the crouching
Sioux, and turned leisurely away a
crueller revenge than it hefhad shot him
dead.
That Shepherd-Boy
Little Roy led his sheep down to pasture,
And his cows by the side of the brook
But his cows never drank any water,
And his sheep never needed a crook.
For the pasture was gay as a garden,
And it glowed with a flowery red
But the meadows had never a grass-blade,
And the brookletit slept in its bed
And it lay without 6parkle or murmur,
Nor reflected the blue of the skies,
But the music was made by the shepherd,
And the sparkle was all in his eyes.
Oh, he sang like a bird in the summer!
And if sometimes you fancied a bleat,
That, too, was the voice of the shepherd,
And not of the lambs at his feet.
And the glossy brown cows were so gentle
That they moved at the touch of his hand
O'er the wonderful rosy-red meadow,
And they stood at his word of command.
So he led all his sheep to the pasture,
And his cows, by the side of the brook
Though it rained, yet the rain nerer patter'd
o'er the beautiful way thatjthey took.
And it wasn't in Fairy-land either,
But a house in a commonplace town,
Where Roy as he looked from the window
Saw the bilvery drops trickle down.
For his pasture was only a table,
With its cover so flowery fair,
And his brooklet was just a green ribbon
That his sister had lost from her hair.
And his cows they were glossy horse-chestnuts
They had grown on his grandfather's tree
And his sheep they were snowy-white pebbles
He had brought from the shore of the sea.
And at length, when the shepherd grew weary
And had taken his milk and his bread,
And his mother had kissed him and tucked
him,
And had bid him "good-night" in his bed.
Then there enter'dhis big brother Walter,
While the shepherd was ooundly asleep,
And he cut up the cows into baskets.
And to jack-stones turned all of his sheep.
St. Nicholas for February.
Death JFrotn Hydrophobia,
Asnbell Buckland, of Chicopee, who
was bitten by a vagrant dog Nov. 2-" is
dead of hydrophobia. His mind was clear
until a few moments before his death,
when he said to his friends that he "would
show them how a Christian could die."
His only regret at the approach of death,
as expressed to his physician, was that
"it seemed hard that a strong, well man
should have to go for a dog."
The hot vapor was tried in this case
and discontinued, because the moisture
caused convulsions,iand the sick man en
treated his friends to stop it. The vapor
was not let directly upon his person, but
came from another room. The noise of
boiling-water, the use of the words ''wa-
ter,'* "drinking"' or "dog," caused severe
convulsions. Morphine in large doses in
jected under the skin proved of no value,
and, as he could swallow no liquid, medi
cine in that form was not tried. During
Wednesday Mr. Buckland became more
quiet, but in the evening his throat and
mouth filled with frothy mucus, so as to
cause choking and efforts at vomiting for
relief.
From this his strength failed rapidly
till death came, apparently from exhaus
tion, the man being worn out with want
of rest, sleep and almost constant motion.
The efforts to clear his throat were fol
lowed by great prostration, and convul
sive movements also became more frequent
during the last hours of life. During the
day he was seen by Drs. Carpenter and
Blodgett, of Holyoke Bartlett and
Champman, of Chicopee Smith, of In
dian Orchard, and Thompson, of Belcher
town. These physicians, without excep
tion, pronounced the case one of un
questionable hydrophobia, and concur
with Dr. Smith in the opinion that the
treatment by curara offered the best hope
of any remedy. The family, attendants,
and all who watched the progiess of the
disease are convinced that the effects of
tnis drug were most favorable, keeping
the patient more quiet, relieving the dis
ease of many of its terrors. Dr. Smith
injected the drug under the skin every
hour and oftener, giving at each injection
from one-fourth to one-third grain, giving
during the day upward of seven grains,
sufficient, he thinks, to thoroughly test its
value.
Mr. Buckland expressed frequently his
belief that the medicine was doing him
great good, urging the doctor to use it
very freely, without fear, saying: "I can
only die I must die without this it helps
me I feel that it may eflect a cure from
the relief it gives to these spasms." This
testimony, sustained by all the friends
who saw the sick man, enabled the doctor
to fully test the drug. It was certainly
used with nerve and courage sufficient to
prove the full service of the medicine.
The doctor thinks his experience in this
case teaches him that the cure for hydro
phobia has not yet been discovered, but
that the use of curara has been followed
in this case by such great relief that he
should certainly reeommend its use in an
other case, if administered by an intelli
gent physician who could be on the
ground constantly to carefullw watch its
effects. The relief in this case was cer
tainly very great, and the remedy was
followed by no paralysis or unfavorable
symptom, traceable to the drug. It re
quires nerve to inject into a man's
blood every hour or so a dose doubly
sufficient to cause paralysis and almost
instant death in a well man. The forti
tude and restraint manifested by Mr.
Buckland astonished all who saw him.
The disease caused intense agony to him
self and friends, and in his death the
world has lost a good and valuable man
Springfield, (Mass.) Republican.
A Popular Garment Xot Made by Worth.
A Paris correspondent, writing of
fashion, says: Perhaps your iair readers
would be glad to know that the newest
thing in the way af a visiting costume is
an invention of Froment, the successful
rival of Worth. He is making little fur
capes, called palantines, which are worn
on reception dresses. They are very
small, coming only to the point of the
shouldes, and are made of some costly
furRussian sable or silver foxlined
with cardina red or other colored satins,
and trimed with old duchess or Italian
lace. They are tied at the throat wkh
great bows of bright-colored ribbons, and
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sometimes have a variety of shades
blended in one knot. These are worn on
entering the reception room, even with
extremely light-hued costumes. They
agree very well with the small muffs
which are all the fashion. In nothing,
by the way, have so many novelties ap
peared as in the last named article of
woman's dress. The muffs now worn are
microscopic i:i size and made of all pos
sible materials, including velvet, satin
and plush. Some of the fine folk have
their monograms or coats of arms, em
broidered on them others wear them or
namented with bouquets of flowers or
birds nestling in a bunch of ribbons, and
still others have them made entirely of
feathers: but in all cases the muffs are
highly perfumed, so that they are in re
ality nothing but sachets for perfuming
small, fair hands. A muff rightly worn
lends as much grace to a woman's toilet
as a fan, and how admirably do the Paris
ians know how to use one!
An American in -Russia.
[New York Times.]
Mr. Charles Traitteur, of Lincoln, Neb.,
who is boarding in the Fifth Avenue hotel,
has been an American citizen about fifteen
years, served as a captain in the 4th regi
ment of Wisconsin cavalry during the war,
and subsequently held a commission as cap
tain in the 2d cavalry United States army, up
to the reduction of the army in 1871. when he
was mustered out of the service. About two
years ago he we nt to Russia and entered
upon a series of peculiarly lively experiences,
which he narrates as follows:
I went to Kischaneff to inarry a Russian
lady of that place. AVe were married accord
ing to the rite of the Russian church, and
the certificate of our marriage was. as you
see, put upon my passport and signed by the
American consul in Odessa. 1 was then
possessed of sufficient means to enable me
to live in comfortable elegance for the rest
of my life, possessing valuable property in
Nebraska and also having large investments
in Russian real estate. My wife's ex
travagance, however, almost ruined me. In
about a year and a half she managed to dis
sipate two-thirds of my means. Something
over three months ago, business called me to
St. Petersburg and thence to Germany, my
native country. While in Germany I re
ceived from Kischaneff a letter informing
me of the existence of a criminal intimacy
between my wile and a Mr. Mitaky, son of
the proprietor of the Commercial bank of
Kischaneff. Shocked by the perfidy of the
woman, who. not content with financially
ruining me, must also dishonor me, I at once
returned to Kischaneff to satisfy myself of
the truth of the allegations that had been
made. I did not go to my home, but to a
hotel, and there, after a few days, became
satisfied beyond a doubt of her guilt, and
was told that she was about to elope with a
Mr. Mitaky. I was told what train they
would take. I reported the facts at once to
the chief of police. The first question he
asked me was:
'Are you a Russian?"
I answered, "No."
Then he asked me. "What religion do you
profess?"
I told him, "Catholic."
"Well." he said. -I don't know what I can
do, but I will see."
I earnestly requested him to put a stop to
the elopement, and supposed, having put
him in possession of all the facts, that he
would do so. But on the evening fixed for
the fight I saw my wife enter the depot and
go into a carriage of the train, accompanied
by her paramour, and the police did nothing.
I myself entered the car in which the couple
were, and my wife cried out for the police.
She is known as the daughter of a veiy in
fluential gentleman of Kischaneff. At her
call the police appeared promptly, but in
stead of interfering with her elopement they
arrested me. They tore my clothing: hurled
me out of the carriage, and dragged me off
to prison into a subterranean cell, without
any light, and without any bed or other
furniture. I had to lie on the wet, slippery
floor, subjected to constant invasions by the
rats. The food given me was coarse and
filthy. I asked to be permitted to communi
cate with friends, and was refused. I called
for paper that I might write to the American
ambassador, and that was denied me. Final
ly I obtained some by bribing my jailer.
I wrote to the American ambassador in St.
Petersburg, Mr. Geo. H. Boker, an ex
Methodist minister, appointed. I believe, by
President Grant. Here is his reply:
LKGATION OF THE UNITED STATES, ST.
PETEBSBURG, Dec. 2G, 1877.Mr. (Jinnies
TraitteurSIB: Your case seems to me to
be a very hard one, but I fear that you can
not obtain redress through a diplomatic
channel, unless you can influence the de
partment of state at Washington to take up
your affair.
Without instructions from my government
I cannot address the Kussian minister of
foreign affaii-s on the subject, for he would
at once refer me for my remedy to the Kus
sian courts of law, to those very courts
through the corruptions of which, as you al
lege, you have already suffered. This prob
able reference to the courts by the minister
would close my mouth, because, by our
treaties with Kussia, Americans residing in
the empire are bound to submit themselves
the laws thereof, and to the channels
through which those laws are administered,
whether they Vie good or bad, well or cor
ruptly exercised. A Kussian residing hi
America, in your unfortunate position,
would have no other redress for his
grievances than an appeal to our courts of
law, with the action of which our secretary
of state would refuse to interfere, even were
he appealed to by the Kussian minister at
Washington, and even were that appeal sup
ported by instructions from the Kussian
minister of foreign affairs. All civilized
governments refuse to interfere with the in
dependence of courts of law, and if you can
not obtain justice through the Kn.-sia
courts, I cannot suggest to you in what way
you may obtain it in this country.
I herewith return you the letters of Mrs.
Traitteur. I am, sir. your obedient servant.
GEOEGE H. BOKEB.
I was subsequently set at liberty, after
seven days and nights of confinement in that
dark and loathsome dungeon, without any
judicial proceedings and without any ex
planation whatever. By that time my un
faithful wife and her paramour were far
away. I then sought to sue for a divorce,
but was informed that as I did not bolong to
the Greek church the Kussian courts could
do nothing.
Where to Sell Good Butter.
In talking with a person who had been
a grocer, we heard the following remark
in answer to the questicn. "Why do you
not make more difference in the price of
butter taken in from the farmers?" We
cannot do it. It will not work. Nothing
will oft'end a woman quicker than to tell
her that her butter is not first-class. If
we tell her the butter is poor, she will sell
it somewhere else, and she will trade
where she sells her produce. To keep
her trade, I must buy her butter. So it
is often customary to pay about the same
price for all grades of butter offered in
small lots. We make on the best lots
and lose on the poorest. We come
out about even, satisfy all parties, and
get the custom of those who sell butter
which is good or poor." The better way
for thos? who make the best butter
is to find some regular customers and sup
ply them from week to week, throughout
the year. In this "way, the producer gets
better prices and avoids the close shave
of middle-men.
Stanley's Travels.
The London correspondent of the New
York Tribune says that H. M. Stanley has
escaped the tender mercies of the Congo
savages only to endure a furious on slaught
from their English friends. While Italy was
hanging medals around his neck, and France
putting a palm branch into his hands, Eng
land was calculating how many niggers he
had needlessly shot, the president of the geo
graphical society was writing to the papers to
contradict the report that the Albert hall had
been taken for a public meeting in his honor,
and what was called the humanitarian party
was rearing its head once more. Sir Ruther
ford Alcock. its president is a man of peace,
and for a while seemed disposed to make
any sacrifice rather than risk a disturbance.
It was under the influence of this feeling he
wrote the note mentioned above. Presently,
however, a better spirit showed itself. Other
members began to make themselves heard.
The British love of fair play asserted itself
as it did before, when a concerted effort to
break down Stanley had to be abandoned in
deference to the indignation of the people.
A meeting of the council took place, and
was resolved that a public meeting should
be held, under the direction of the society,
at which Stanley should be invited to give an
account of his travels and discoveries, and a
dinner should be given in his honor at Willis*
rooms by the council, at which the fellows of
the society and their friends might be present.
The dates of these two ceremonies remain to
be fixed. It was settled also that, if the
humanitarians should attempt to disturb the
the meeting, they should be told by the
president that they were out of order that
society was assembled for geographical pur
poses: and, if they desired to offer a protect
against Mr. Stanley's proceeding in respect
of the Africans, it would be open to them to
convene a meeting of their own for that
purpose. Theminoritj which assails Stanley
has access to the columns of one or two
newspapem of some consequence. Some
part of the animosity which pursues Mr.
Stanley teem to be due to hi.-? American na
tionality. There is a set of people who as
sume he is English when credit is to be
claimed for his discoveries, and American
when obloquy is to be fastened on him for
the alleged cruelties. An elaborate indict
ment appears against the leading Tory organ:
none the less an indictment because' it puts
on the grab of an impartial suspense of judg
ment, and contains an appeal to the geo
graphical society to arraign and try him. It
says Mr. Stanley's American experience and
relations were not likely to render his regard
for the lives of hostile barbarians particular
ly sensitive or scrupulous.
Dancing rx. liis.siiif/ Games.
A writer in the Woman's Journal takw*
up the cudgel in behalf of dancing, and im
pliedly of the waltz, on the ground that as it
penetrates the ruder districts of Kew Eng
land the boisterous and vulgar social games
of the rural "settlements"' disappear. If
there is no dancing, there are ''string-games,*'
and, whatever these things may be. they are
said to require the kissing of all the women,
in company, each by a large number of men.
This rude and indelicate familiarity, the
Joit.rittil says, flourishes "under the verv
eyes of our ievi\alists.iu the church sociables
themselves, wheie the most innocent square
dance wou'd be severely censured. In a late
murder trial in Vermont, a certain guiltv
deacon admitted that he first made the ac
quaintance of his paramour at a -church
social"'at his own house. While old and
young were playing an old-fashioned game,
the deacon, as a forfeit, was senti need to kiss
Mrs. Like Francesca da Kiniini,
he lays all his troubles to that kiss.
Since his arrest, he has stated that
up to this time he had been true in thought
as well as in deed to his wife. The naivete
of this confession seems almost absurd but
did ever a sinner indicted for murder trace
all his errors back to the demoralizing influ
ence of a single dance? Left to themselves
at school festivals, the young people would
like to dance. The dancing being held ob
jectionable, someting else must be introduced:
and, on the proposition of 'string games.'
one may see church members, deacons, and.
for aught I know, clergymen themselves,
joining in the rude sport. I have known it
a serious ground of objection to public
schools, on the part of well-bred parents,
that they would not conset to have their young
daughters rudely kissed by half the town on
such occasions: and I have seen such preju
dices gradually removed by the substitution
of dancing.''
Something is said also of a missionary
lady who, to save her children from the influ
ence of boisterous kissing games, set up a
dancing school in the wilds of Maine, and
proselyted a whole piece of woods.
We Tiro.
"I am sure we arc two of the happiest
people," said Traddles. She is without
any exception, the dearest girl! IJiesi my
sonl, when I see her getting up by candle
light on these dark mornings, going out
to market, caring for no weather, dovis
intr the most capital dinner* out ol* the
plainest materials, keeping everything in
its right place, aways neat and ornamen
tal herself, sitting up at night with me, if
it's ever so late, sweet-tempered aways,
and all tor me! I positively can believe
it!
Then our pleasures'. Dear me, they
are inexpensive, but they aie quite won
derful When we are at home, of an ev
ening, and shut the outer door and draw
those curtainswhich she madewhere
could we be more snug When it's line,
and we go out for a walk in the evening,
the streets abound in enjoyment for us.
We look into the windows of the jewelers'
shops, and I show Sophy which of the
diamond-eyed serpents, coiled up on
white satin grounds, I would give her if
I could afford it and she shows me which
of the gold watches she would buy for
me if she could afford it: and we point
out spoons and forks, butter knives and
sugar tongs, we should both prefer if we
could afford it, and really we go way as if
we had got them!
When we look into the squares and see
a house to let and say, how would that
do if I was made judge? Sometimes we
goat half price to the theater, and there
we thoroughly enjoy the play. Sophy
believes every word of it, and so do I. In
walking home we buy a bit of something
at a cook's shop, and bring it here and
have a splendid supper, chatting about
what we have seen.
Now we know if I was Lord Chancel
lor we couldn't do this!"Dickens.
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