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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE. and hearse, and heathen panoply of shroud, of modern ser mon and bursts of primeval dirge. But it must have pleased the old prince from that other side. When he was dying his old wife promised to mourn for him all her days. Summer and winter, naked of feet and shoulders, with dried clay upon her head, she would remem1 ber. At the last pony-smoke we heard her mourning, voicing that fearful Osage dirge, which begings at the top of grief and sinks gradually into the very dregs of despair out, away from the big circle: "A year ago he was there; he presented the pipe; he gave ponies; he smoked and received; last of giving and receiving; he, the greatest and wisest; he, the best beloved; he, the one Chief Saucy Chief Ki-he-hah-wah-ti-an-kah; mourn for him; mourn for him; mourn for him, they that have forgotten him. They shall not look npon his like again." Henry Walker. (D (3D (2D Wj Wj vSfa Higher Authority. An Irishman, about whom the Detroit Free Press tells, had enlisted in the cavalry service, although he had never been on a horse in his life. ' He was taken out for a drill with the other raw recruits under command of a sergeant, and, as luck would have it, secured one of the worst buckers in the whole troop. "Now, my son, said the sergeant, in addressing them, ""no one is allowed to dismount without orders from a superior officer. Remember that." Tim was no sooner in the saddle than he was hurled heels over head through the air, and came down so hard that the breath was almost knocked out of him. "Murphy," shouted the sergeant, when he discovered the man spread out on the gronnd, "you dismounted!" "I did." "Did you have orders?" "I did." "From headquarters, I suppose?" with a sneer. "No, from hindquarters." "Take him to the guardhouse," ordered the sergeant, .