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The City of the Living.
?n a Iong-vanibhed nge, vrhose varied story
No record has to-day
So long ago expired its grief and glory,
There flourished far away,
In a broad realm wboso beauty passed all measure,
A city fair and wido,
Wherein tlio dwellers lived in peaco and plea
And 11 ./ any died.
Disease, and pain, and death, thoso etern marauders
Thnt mar our world's fair (ace,
jSever encroached upon the pleasant borders
Of this bright dwelling place.
*>v iour ot parting and no dread of dying
Could ever enter there;
No mourning for the lost, no anguished crying,
Made auy fuce less fair.
Without the city's wulls Death reigned as ever,
And graves rose Bide by side;
Within the peoplo laughed at hiB endenvor,
And never any died.
O boppiest of all Karth's favored places
O blisa to dwell therein !
To live in the sweet light of loving fuccs
And fear 110 grave between !
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-ctj ?<v uuuiu'uuiiiji ^ruwm^cuiu uuu cuiuci,
Disputing Life's warm truth;
Xo live on, never lonelier nor older,
Kudiant in deathless youth.
And hurrying from the world's romOtcst
A tide of pilgrims flowed
Across broiul pl.iins mid over mighty waters
To find Unit, blest nbode.
And tbere they lived in happiness and plea*
And grow in power and pride,
And did great deeds and laid up stores of treasure,
Anil never any died.
And many years rolled on and saw them striving
With unabated breath;
And other years still found and left them living,
And gavo no hopo of death.
Yet listen, hapless soul, whom angels pity,
Craving a boon like this;
Mark how tho dwellers of tho wondrous city
Grew weary of their bliss.
One and another who had been concealing
The pain of life's lonjr "irall,
Forsook their pleasant p.. ?es and came stealing
Outside the city's wall,
'Craving with wish that brooked no more denying,
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The blessed possibility of dying?
The treasure they had loet!
Daily the current of rest-seeking moitals
Swelled to a broader tide,
'1U1 nono were left within the city's portals,
And graves grew green outside.
Would it be worth the having or the giving,
The boon of endless breath ?
Ah, for the weariness that comes of lining
' \ There is no cure but death !
Ours were, indeed, n, fate deserving pity
Were that sweet rest denied;
And few, methinks, would care to find the city
Where never any died !
?Elizabeth Akert Alien, Boiton Transcript.
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The great clock of the court house
Ajaccio had struck 5. From the windows
of an apartment devoted to the
use of the officers of the court, and in
which three of them were at the time,
lowering clouds could be seen, and the
low rumbling of distant thunder was
"A storm is coming," said one. "We
can say good by to our promenade."
"Let us play whist to pass the time
between this and dinner," suggested
"Will T7A11 rn ol'/Q Ann nf An* novfir
M. Calabasta ?" asked the third of an
elderly lawyer who had just entered.
"No, I never play, never," said the
newcomer in a solemn tone.
"What, have you foresworn play?"
"Yes, you have recalled to my mind
a gloomy incident in my career. Listen
to me, young men. Perhaps you
will find a useful lesson in my story."
Calabasta then began in a melo-dramatic
tone the following narrative:
"It was in 1860. I had completed
my law Btudies and was about to marry
a charming Parisienne, the niece of
one of the ministers of the government
I had been left a large fortune
by my parents, and had juat placed
the sum of 10,000 francs with my lawy
yer who, since the death of my parents,
has had charge of my affairs, for
the Durnose of d?fravln? t,h? omonaoa
of my wedding. Wishing to end my
bachelorhood joyously, I had invited a
a number of my most intimate friends
to dine with me. The dinner was
very gay and was prolonged to a late
"At 3 o'clock in the morning, without
knowing how I came there, I
found myself at a green table in a
gambling-house in the Latin quarter,
where a number of people were playing
baccarat. I was a novice at the
game, but, being inflamed with wine,
I boldly attacked the bank. In a veiy
short time my pocketbook was sensibly
depleted. Four thousand francs
Play,' said the croupier.
? "As the players put down their
money I announced that I would play
against all the money in the bank.
The banker distributed the cards, but
ixiot without casting at me a sharp
j glance from under his bushy eyebrows.
I lost. After having settled with the
other players the banker counted all
the money before him, and then, turning
to me, said:
The play is dear?5,400 francs.'
"His count was correct, I took out
my pocketbook, which I found, to my
dismay, contained only 4,000 francs, I
searched my pocket. It was impossible
to make up the sum in the bank
The friends who were with me had no
"Seeing my discomfiture, and believing
me to be an honest man, the banker
ended my embarrassment by sayingt
in a most courteous manner, that he
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wuuiu uicuib uitj wini i/iiu iiauuo.
" 'We meet often,' he added with a
" 'I will pay you to-morrow,' I replied,
as I took my hat and cane.
"I took my loss lightly. It amounted
to 10,000 francs, but that was not
much of a tax on my patrimony. Besides,
I had ready money?the 10,000
francs deposited with my lawyer, and
intended for my wedding expenses?
with which to discharge my debt of
honor. After having refreshed myself
with several hours sleep I hastened
to my lawyer, who received me
with smiles, as he said: *1 know you
have come for the money.'
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same evening, true to my word, I returned
to the gaming-house. The
doors were closed. That morning the
police had made a descent on the place,
captured the gaming implements, and
dispersed the employes of the establishment.
There was no one to whom
I could pay the amount of my debt,
and I had to depart without paying it.
"The time fixed for my marriage approached,
and my future uncle, the
minister, increased his niece's dower
in the form of a substantial wedding
present to make me deputy prosecuting
attorney at Versailles."
"Ah, imperial nepotism I" said laugh
ingly one of Calabasta's auditors.
"Too much nepotism, indeed," added
Calabasta, "for I -was intrusted with
nearly all the celebrated cases. Ten
months after entering upon my duties
(I was then married) I was assigned
to take charge of the prosecution in a
case involving a frightful murder, in
which an old woman, after having
been robbed, had been cut to pieces."
"The crime of the Rue Mouffetard,"
exclaimed one of the listeners.
"Precisely. The sentence condemning
the accused to death, pronounced
by the court at Taris, was reversed,
and the case was transferred for a new
trial to the Court of Assizes at Versailles.
The task was a trying one for
a person of my limited experience, and
many an anxious night I passed previous
to the trial. Often, half asleep,
I respectfully doffed my nightcap, saying:
'Judges and gentlemen of the
jury;* often rising with a start would
I raise my voice and beat the coverlet
with my clenched hand, and often my
poor Adelaide (heaven rest her soul !)
asked if I were mad."
A knowing smile was exchanged by
those who heard the recital.
"At length the great day arrived,"
continued Calabasta, quitting his seat.
' All Versailles was in the court-room.
After a crushing examination, to
which the accused responded only in
monosyllables, the presiding judge signified
to me that I might begin my address.
I rose, and making a tragical
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brushed the perspiration from his
brow. His young friends no longer
laughed at him.
By the way, a Cleveland man told
me recently that the cause of not putting
up Gen. Garfield's monument, is
a local hostility to the plan adopted.
The plan, it seems, is a light-house
with a chamber of sepulture below,
and the Cleveland people do not want
tS start this monument, hoping that
other opinions will prevail in the
Board of Management. We seem to
be unfortunate in proceeding with
monuments owing to the inevitable
strife between hostile artists and
smatterers in art, and the financial
talent and public spirit which provide
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the assassin, exclaimed: Mean Bernarp,
lift up your head and look me in
the face !' At the sound of my voice
the accused turned toward me his
face, which assumed a strange look.
A hoarse cry escaped my lips. It was
not the first time those two eyes had
been fixed on mine. In a second the
memory of that unfortunate night in
the gambling-house came back to me,
and I fell senseless into the arms of
my clerk. The man upon whom 1
was about to ask the court to pronounce
sentence of death, the assassin
of the Hue Mouffetard, was no other
than the creditor whom I had sought
in vain to find. That is why I never
Calabasta dropped back into his
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i Hindoo Juggler* at a Fair.
The juggler is perhaps the most singular
man to be met with in all India,
His tricks outvie in neatness of execution
and in wonder all of the most
famous prestidigitateur of Europe or
America. Their paraphernalia consist
of an old leather bag, and their dress
of a rag across the loins. They generally
travel in pairs?one being the
musican and the other being the performer.
The musican's dress is certainly
grotesque, and consists of a
bright yellow or a faded green cloth
wrapped around his body and between
his legs in many a fold. Around hia
waist he slings a drum and to his chest
in such a manner that it reaches to hia
lies a reed instriimnnf. snr?nli*?H with o
variety of different sized pipes, on
which he can blow notes in a variety
of keys widely separate from the
squeak of a pig to the melody of a bagpipe,
and about as musical as either.
Shaking out his bag of dead men's
bones, leather straps, conches, baskets,
garden-pots and rubbish, the juggler
proceeds to the execution of his tricks.
He turns an innocent strap into the
most vicious of hissing serpents, and
affrights all those standing by; he runs
a sword through an empty basket, and
and human ffOffi triiRhos nut. r?rnfiisolv
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fire is emitted from his nose and mouth,
and after swallowing a pound of raw
cotten, fine thread is drawn from his
ears and nose. This is all done by a
half-naked man in an open plain. But
perhaps among the most interesting
and oft-described trick which may
with justice in this connection be repeated
here is the mango trick.
Taking up a common garden-pot, the
juggler hands it round for Inspection.
He then scrapes up some of the earth
and filling the pot places over it a
shawl, and blows oil the earth, also repeating
a prayer. This he continues for
a few minutes, and suddenly taking
away me snawi snows to tne bystanders
the sprouting head of a green and
tender plant. Again he covers the
pot and blows, and again uncovers.
There is a tree in miniature with
shapely leaf and blossoms?and again
the tree has grown to the height of
four feet, with full turned fruit and
bark?and then he blows on it, and before
the'eyes of the spectator the tree
has vanished and the garden-pot and
earth are there alone.?San Francisco
A Fortunate Blow.
Four miners sat one night in June,
1858, in a tent at an Australian digging
discussing their future plans and
deploring their ill fortune. For weary
months they had worked the mine
without getting more than a bare
living. At length they decided to
leave the spot, though not without
regret. Throe of them were in the
mine taking a last look round, when
one said to his mates, *'Good-by; I'll
give you a farewell blow," and with
that his pick sent the splinters of
quartz in all quarters. His trained
oye spied a glitter on one of the bits
that landed at his feet He picked it
up, examined it, and found it to be
gold. He at once proceeded to work
with a will. His chums saw that
something out of the common had
happened, and they, too, plied theii
picks vigorously. With silent resolve
they worked on until they unearthed
a big nugget. Then a fierce, glad yell
of joy reached the ears of the fourth
man at the windlass at the mine top.
"What's amiss?" he shouted down,
"Wind up," was the reply, and when
he did so the lump of pure gold met
his gaze. They called it "The Welcome,"
and obtained $30,000 for it
The claim where the nugget was got
is now covered with the fine streets ol
the thriving town of Ballarat.
Optional civilities such as saying tc
one's inferior, "Do not stand withoul
your hat," to one's equal, "Do not rise,
I beg of you," "Do not come out in the
rain to put me in my carriage," naturally
occur to the kind-hearted, but
they may be cultivated. It used to be
enumerated amongst the uses of foreign
travel that a man went away c
bear and came home a gentleman,
It is not natural to the Anglo-Saxon
race to be overpolite. They have nc
petit soins. A husband in Franc*
moves out of an easy-chair for hit
wife, and sets a foot-stool for ever}
lady. He hands her the morning pa
per, he brings a shawl if there is dan
ger of a draught, kisses her hand
when he comes in, and tries to mak(
himself agreeable to her in the th<
matter of these little optional civilities
it a as tne moat cnarming effect upoi
all domestic life, and we find a curloui
allusion to the politeness observed bj
French sons toward their mothers an<
fathers in one Mollere's comedies
where a prodigal son observes to hi
father, who had come to denouno
him, "Pray, sir, take a chair," ssyi
Prodigal, "you could scold me so mucl
more at your ease if yon were seated
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TOPICS OF T1IE DAY,
Less than four out of each hundred
Americans lived in cities in 1790.
The city population had increased in
1840 to eight per cent, and is now
twenty-two. There are only seventeen
States with more people than New
The growth of American public
libraries since the revolution has been
something phenomenal. There were
in the country in 177(5 but twenty of
these institutions, with an aggregate
t of 45,623 volumes. At the present
time there are, nearly 4200, containing
1 more than 13,000,000 volumes.
Paper is made in France from hop
vines, and it is claimed that the fihr*>
i secured is the best substitute for rags
yet obtained, as it possesses great
length, strength, flexibility and delicacy.
Papermakers near hop-growing
districts should investigate this matter,
for the vines are now a waste
The boundary between Massachusetts
and New Hampshire has been in
dispute 160 years. No strictly legal
line exists. In 1741 the Kin? of Enir
lurid directed representatives of both
provinces to jointly make a map, in
accord with gome general directions,
but Massachusetts did not obey, and
New Hampshire did the work alone.
A strip of Merrimac valley is the
The center of population Is moving
rapidly westward. It is now a little
to the south of Cincinnati, having long
since crossed the Allecrhenles. Th?
movement has been about 44.5 miles
west for every mile south. In 1890
the movement westward will probably
be even greater, and, so rapid has
been the settlement of the Northwest,
the center of population will be farther
north than at present.
One of the most interesting features
of the big cranberry marshes of Wisconsin
are the pumps used to flood the
ground. The Sacket marsh near
Berlin has two that draw their supply
from the Fox river and throw 80.000
gallons a minute. The stream is 20
feet wide, 4 deep and moves at the
I raie or iou ieet a minute, flooding the
1000-acre marsh to a depth of 12 to
15 inches in 10 hours. The water is
depended on as a protection against
frost, also to drown the insects which
infest the cranberry blossoms in May.
The British colonies include the
richest and largest forests in the
world, extending over millions of
square acres. In India alone about
60,000 square miles are afforested, and
the forests of Canada. Australia "V?w i
Zealand and Cape Colony are second
to none in sire and the variety and
value of their productions. But there
i is no knowledge of forestry and no
school of the art in France and Germany.
Consequently the acreage
under timber there and in Great
Britain itself is small and constantly
decreasing. Of the 20,000,000 square
acres of Scotland, only about 700,000
! to 800,000 acres are woodland.
M. Delaunay of Paris predicts that
i earthquakes on a grand scale will occur
next year either when the earth is
uuder the influence of a planet of the
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of a group of asteroids, or at a time
when the sun and moon are nearest to
our planet simultaneously. This spei
cialist in earthquakes foretold the
1 frightful catastrophes which occurred
in South America in 1877. He announced
a vast seizmic disturbance in
1883, and the appalling disasters in
| the Indian Archipelago followed. He
' raised his voire of warning also before
1 the late extensive shaking of the earth
1 in Spain. It is no wonder that his
latest utterances have caused consider'
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auie uiteiiLiou m various countries.
] An Englishwoman just home from
America sends to the Pall Mall Qa'
zette her opinion that an influx of
) highly cultured Englishwomen into
, Canada and the United States would
j be as great a boon to those countries
f as it would be a relief to Qreat
Britain. "Although the ladies in the
older cities of the North American
I continent are," she says, "with scarce,
ly any exceptions, superior to English
, gentlewomen in Drain power, in clearness
of mental vision, in common
! sense, in practical, sound judarment.
and in general intelligence, yet we
miss in them that indefinable charm
which always clings to a cultivated
European." She has been assured by
the government officials in Canada
that if superior women, between the
ages of eighteen and twenty-five,
would come there from England, and
subibit to the position of domestic
service, they would almost be sure to
marry well within a short time of
their arrival, especially if they go far
West. She gravely advises her educated
countrywomen to do this.
How Liquor-Drinking Colors: the Nose.
It is well understood, of course, that
the color of the nose is the best evidence
that the tippler may be reckoned
a past graduate in the art of
learning how to drink, the redder the
beak the higlrer being the degree of
distinction achieved as a drunkard,
though it is a singular fact that as the
toper improves in capacity for drink
he degenerates in quality of manhood.
mi i _ ?
jluo wonuer is, nowever, that the nasal
organ should become the spirituous
barometer, and why it is that the
magenta tint that settles so plentifully
there that it in time deepens to a maroon.
It has been suggested that,
inasmuch as the nose of the drinker
hovers fondly over the glass, or intrudes,
the fumes of alcohol tend to
paint the organ red as a special token
Again, it has been intimated that
the nose ceases to have an acute sensi
tiveness for the odors of rum, whiskey,
and strongly spiced drinks, and that
its ecstatic longing for the fragrant
smell causes the color, which is really
the sign of desire. But science has
come to frown upon these cheerful
theories, these consolatory explanations
with which the drunkard excuses
his blemishes. Nothing so poetic
will answer the purpose of science.
That stern destroyer of mock sentiment
and demolisher of shame throws
quite a new light on the dull glare of
the liquor-inflamed proboscis. A learned
physician has recently avowed that
the heart of the devotee of the little
brown "jusr has a creatlv ac?rplnr?t.pii
motion in proportion as the habit of
drink grows apace, and that the cardia
of the accomplished drunkard beats
about thirteen times oftener than a
heart in a normal state of health.
This enables the arteries to carry the
blood to the nose much faster than
the veins of the peculiarly constructed
organ can return it. Accordingly, not
only does the nose become enlarged
gradually, but the blood in it becomes
congested in the overcharged vestals,
hence that purpling color known as
toper's red. It is disease, then, not
jollity, that bedecks the dominant facial
feature like the wattles of a turkeycock,
a fact many more have suspect,
ed than have been able to define. As
the nose gleams red and redder the
dram-drinker may be warned of his
fate, for it is not alone the nose that
is congested when that condition ob
tains. The liver and other portions
of the internal anatomy have the nose
for their flag of distress, and in Its
color paint their own unhealth.?Chicoyo
The Callpli and the Weaver.
A caliph who once reigned in Bagdad
built a palace renowned for beauty
and mncrnif?rpnr"? Voor Ua antvannn
0 4vw vilwiuuuc
stood an old ruined cottage, the hum*
ble dwelling of a poor weaver. There,
contented with trifling returns of
incessant labor, the worthy old weaver
tranquilly passed his days, without
debt and without anxiety. As his
abode fronted the royal mansion, the
vizier wished at once, without ceremony,
to have the hovel pulled down,
but the caliph commanded that its
vrIua nhnnld first, ho /iffom/l tn
owner. Accordingly, the weaver was
visited, and gold was offered him for
his cottaga "No, keep your money,"
the poor man mildly replied. "My
loom places me beyond want, and as
to my house I cannot part with it
Here I was born, here ray father died,
and here I hope to die. The caliph, if
he pleases, can drive me away and destroy
my home; but if he does so, he
will behold me every morning seated
on its last stone, and weeping at my
misery. I know that his generous
heart would be touched at mv desola
tion." This language m^de the vizier
angry, and he wanted to punish the
rash cottager and instantly level to the
ground his humble abode. But the
caliph would not sanction this cruelty,
and said: "At my cost let this cottage
be repaired; my glory will live with
its continuance. I trust that posterity,
on looking at it. will esteem it one
of the most honorable monuments of
my reign. Looking at the palace,
men will say, 'He was great/ and when
thev behold the rottftcrfi. t.hev will
claim, 'He was just !'"?Treat
A fl- 4 * llf
a rresHiii lor ninii
"1 guess you're going to get a
present, Mr. Featherly," laid Bobby.
"Yes?" queried Featherly pleasantly.
"From whom ?"
"Do you know what it is?*'
"I'm not sure, but after you left last
night they were talking about you,
and sister said something about the
difficulty of making a silk purse out
of a sow's ear, so I suppose it's goin'
to be a purse."?New York Sun.
The Way to Succeed*
Drive the nnil iiright, hoys,
Hit it on the lieiul;
Strike with ull your might, boys.
While the iron'a ret I.
When you've work to <l?>, hoys,
l)o it with u will;
Tuey who reach tho top, b ?y,
First must climb the hill.
fifnmllncr nl tli#? ftut*
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Gnzing at the sky,
How can you get up, boys,
If you never try?"
Though j'ou stumble oft, boys,
Never bo downcast;
Try, unci try ngain, boys?
You'll succccd at last.
Rivalry Among Iteea.
j The thought has more than once
' suggested itself to the writer as he
has watched a number of bees at woilc
I upon some favorite tlowers, whether
, the little honey-bearers ever strive to
gain and keep such treasures to themselves.
Anyone may convince himself
that a keen competition really
prevails among bees of all sorts to
ward the end of the season, if he will
take the trouble to count the number
of times in an hour that a particular
blossom is visited by a bee, or would. ^
be visited, if it contained honey, as it
is not necessary for a bee to alight on
l a flower to know that she must goj
away empty. Darwin has left it on
j record, after carefully watching certain
j flowers, that each one was visited by
I bees at least thirty times in a day, and.
it cannot be supposed that the little,
violfnra * n 5
i wiuuia m ouui uiiuumainuuBa una
I much to reward their industry. Sir
John Lubbock has also shown that
they will often visit from twenty to?
twenty-five flowers in a minute. It is
i very interesting to note that on such
I occasions bees always keep to the same|
species of flowers during each visitI
to the fields.
The Monkey and the Sugar.
j I remember once, in India, giving a
tame monkey a lump of sugar inside a.
I corked bottle. Sometimes in an imI
pulse of disgust, it would throw the
bottle away, out of its own reach, and
then bb distracted until it was given
back to it. At others, it would sit.
with a countenance of the most intense
dejection, contemplating the bottled
sugar, and then, as if pullingitself
together for another effort at.
' solution, would sternly take up the
problem afresh, and gaze into it. It.
I would tilt it up one way, and try todrink
the sugar out of the neck, and
then, suddenly reversing it, try tocatch
it as it fell out at the bottom.
Under the impression that it could
capture it by surprise, it kept raspingits
teeth against the glass in futile*
bites, and warming to the pursuit of
the revolving lump, used to tie itself
into regular knots around the bottle.
Fits of the most ludicrous melancholy
I would alternate with spasms of de;
light, as a new idea seemed to suggest.
itself, followed by a fresh series of experiments.
Nothing availed, however, until one *
day a light was shed upon the problem
by a jar of olives falling from the tablewith
a crash, and the fruit rolling
about in all directions. His monkeyBhip
contemplated the catastrophe^,
and reasoned upon it with the intelli
gence of a Humboldt. Lifting the
bottle high in his paws, he brought itdown
upon the floor with a tremendous
noise, smashing the glass intofragments,
after which he calmy transferred
the sugar to his mouth and
munched it with much satisfaction.?
Journal of Chemistry.
These interesting rodents are dwel!
lers in the Rocky Mountains ancfc
adjacent hills, and are known amongus
by various significant names, asmountain-rat,
timber-rat, and traderat.
The first, of course, refers totheir
native home; the second to thesound
of their gnawing, scarcely to
be distinguished from the sawing or
timber; and the last to their peculiar
system of barter or exchange, so
curious a habit that it is doubtful if
any other animal has ever been
known to practice it while in a wild oruntamed
These animals are much larger and?
stronger than the ordinary houpe-rat?
so much so that cats are apparentlyafraid
of them, and can not be induced
to attack them. They are pretty, well,
formed, have very bright black eyes,,
piominent, beautifully shaped, pointed
ears, and soft gray fur. Their tails*
are not rat-like, but aije more like a.
squirrel's, only less j bushy, being^
coverea witn tur. )
Such keen, intelligent-looking little*
creatures are they that, but for ourinstinctive
dislike to/ the name of rat
we should be strongp tempted to tamethem
as attractive and teachable pets.
Until they learn (hat they have an (
enemy in man, they are quite nnsus-j
picicua, and will a^ow any one to walk
up to them.?Popular Seine* Monthh*,'