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' SALLY'S HEBOISM.
golden Day*. HEN Milton Bruce sold his property in Erie county, New York, and moved to Dakota, nil his friends thought he |iad made a mistake, and their opin ion was shared by Mrs. Bruce, who •always delicate, shrank from the liardships and suffering attendant upon the pioneer life. But Milton Bruce was naturally determined, and once decided upon a course of action, ho was not easily turned from his purpose; and urged •on by the battering reports from that section, he had in due time set tled with his wife and only child. •Sally, then nine years of nge, in the mining country of Colerado and ! j .. -j 1 , ,, , m.dwny down the sided oneof these j •spurs(they branch out at regular in- ; tervals all along the Rocky Moun •tain range), over the hare summit of 1 -which ran a rough trail towards a . . ■ mining town beyond. He built his | primitive cabin of rough logs taken from the belt of timber near by. Into it Sally, now a girl of fourteen ■and her mother were moved from a little mining town or ' camp" in the ■valley on the other side of the moun tain, seven miles away, where they Jmd been staying, waiting lor the es tablishing of their home. The way over the mountain trail had been wearisome nnd lull of peril, the road rough, winding up and on above the timber into the region of ice nnd snow; a crooked line, treach erous with ninny a chasm, growing fainter and ininter till lost in the per ils of the pass at the summit, trail ing sinuously nlong the height, and gradually dropping on the other side. From it a zigzagtrnil led away and down the long, broken slope to ers dread to cross in winter save in •calm weather. The cable, staunch hut small, con tained two rooms, with agreat rude chimney nnd fireplace of stones nnd mud nt one end, over which tlie min er's vile and daughter cooked the frugal meals nnd sat around it on winter nights, listening to the wild winds which swept across the slope, driving tiie snow like white mist clouds before it; or hissed and roared down its wide throat. The long trail, zig-zagging up the slope, possessed a fascination for Bully's adventurous spirit, und it ward the miner's cabin. The pass could scarcely he cn!1e<l i such in the accepted meaning of the ' term, as it is scarcely more than a shelf in the crest of the mountain, flanked by giddy precipices of ice nnd ! rock, where the snow lies all the year ! and the winds are never still. ! Over this way even the bravest min- ' j ! ] i ; I j was gazed nt with keen eves in u.11 .ts tortuous windings with a wistful ,v,ry turn of longing, till she knew the way. After a while she sometimes ac companied her lather over to the town, nnd once in summer even mn<le tlie journey ulone, so much confidence did Milton Bruce place in his daughter's ability to take care of herself. And this self-dependence and determined character stood him in very good stead later on. The Bruces had been at the cabin two summers—summers filled with ! bright, cloudless days and cool, dew less nights, und now a second winter , hud crept down upon the bleak mountain-side with wind and storm ! and dark, lowering skies. ! Mrs Bruce had taken the lust long journey, and was laid in the shadow of a great gray boulder upon which ehe had sat with Sally and knitted j and planned wonderful schemes, or woven bright day-drea ms of future prosperity and a happy meeting with | tne dear ones away beyond the sun- j vise. I Now Sally was left alone to keep ! the hearth warm and cheer the lovely man who still delved persistently nt the rocky "drift," believing he would aome time "strike ore.' But ns the months hnd dragged on and no fortune hail come of all his labor, tlie people of the town had given him well-meant ndvice to abandon his place and try another and more promising locality. It has been a mild November, but toward the last ot December there came heavy snows, and Milton Bruce, plodding about prospecting, as was nis wont, in sheltered ravines out of the reach of storms, at length threw "down his pick in the gathering dusk of the short day, his usually dejected ■^ overspread with an expression hard to describe, And with anxious eyes peered into the snow-clouds far upnlong the long slope. Heaven forbid that anvthing should happen to-night!" he mutter ? d ', and on 8 after Sally had gone to bed m the curtained corner 61 the kitchen that night, her father's rest Jess footsteps sounded upon the rough floor of the next room w earied at length, 8ally fell asleep, while upon the mountain a mysteri ous. weird movement was going on under the murky snow-clouds, ns if aome giant hnnd were moving the whole vast field of snow and then as if hesitating to accomplish it* ter riable work. It was the pitiless mountain mou nter creeping steadily and stealthily, it seemed, like a thief in the night, jrtt in trembling eagerness to spring down upon tue unwary sleepers be Now a deep, dull murmuring like tne rush ot water over far rapids—a crunching, grinding sound, growing louder and louder—then a mightv roar tilled the air, making the very mountain shudder, and the ava lanche, horn, perhaps, in the loosen ing of a simple lump of ice from the rocks or a tint of snow dropping from some overhanging ledge, plung ed down, tossing and heaving and hearing great boulders lightly on its white billows, snapping oft isolated trees like reeds, and sweeping a broad path to the earth. ■ 1 hen indeed did the little cabin quake and reel, and thesleepers wake •«terror from the sudden shock. j »hat was it? Sally sprang up in | her bed, lier heart loudly throbbing in the silence which followed. 1 lien a cry irom the next room made her Ienp from her bed and feel her way out in the deep darkness, through the door that sagged strangely nnd could he forced hut ner father lay. Something dreadful lmd happened surely! Her hands groped over only rough logs and snow. She lelt. her wa y 1)nnk with a dreail 1|t , tpr heart, nnd now with a dim candle above her white face the truth was t l l, ' , '*'ly revealed. i°J*n ll * n crushed in by the slide, and the heavy logs had fallen in upon Milton Bruce. partially open, to the corner where it was some time before Sally could even find lier father in the mass of timber. Frantically, and with almost a man's strength, she wrenched nnd pried at the logs, and lier courage re vived ns some o' them fell away. But soon she had reached the lim it of lier desperate efforts, 'fry as she might, the ,ogs that held her fa ther down were immovable, and Sal ly wrung her hands in despair as, re covering consciousness, her father begged to he released. With torn hands she again nnd again strove with the stubborn tim bers till she fell down beside them. It was all useless. She lay on the hard floor nnd thought it ull over— , this awful thing which hail come to them in the darkness without pre- i sage, and left them in a deeper dark- j ness than even that of night—thesuf-; . . , , . , x feri "K «ml/Jospoir they must under- j through all the long, slow hours, ! ! , . efore k,nd death 8hou,d release !.., , . . U was too terrible for human en durance - and for ft t,aiH Sull - V wa f ha PP ,lv unconscious of misery. )n «•'■covering it seemed like a horrible dream, yet there was the grim truth staring her in the face, j and her father talking wildly beside ber. * ! Could nothing be done? The snow i might he ten cr flftv feet above them. | She did not know. But it wi uld do no harm to find out. Sally thought \ it must now be day, and with lever-; ish haste she peered into the solid snow wall at the ruined end ot the çnhjj, j It was deep, for no light penetrated down through its white crystals. The windows, too, were dark as night. She ran to the kitchen. Was ! jj^^'hrb'ht^ looV^as°thongh'the to niercè rli? TET mu.t ! ma ke lier way out, if at all, from the highest point in the cabin, and thnt was through tlie chimney, Shegazed anxiously up its big. sooty throat. It really did look lighter than at the window even. To think was to act with the brave girl, and in less time than it tukesto write it, Sally, wrapped for a jour ney, was creeping nnd working her wn y U P the rough stones, the fire' shovel in hand and her snow-shoes strapped to her back. W hen a little «ay up, the shovel slipped lrom her >t ms P and fell with a loud clatter to the hearth. Nothing could be done without it, and she went down after it this time tying it firmly to her n *' m - j Once at the top of the chimney a place was soon scooped nut in the I snow large* enough for a foothold, | and she began working her way up j ward, nt an angle, as best she could I in the darkness, like a mole, digging ! and hearing a tunnel for her body in the packed drift, the dislodged snow lulling down the great chimney, It was slow, weary, work, and Sal ly would fain have given up in de spnir, had not the muffled cries of the sufferer below nerved her flagging energies. But at length it began to grow perceptibly lighter; then the pale toiler could see to work. She was nearing the surface, and with a kind of frenzy she dug up, up, each stroke bringing her nearer to light and lile. Now she could hear the wind sweep ing acros the trackless snow; the sun rays penetrated the thin crust above her liend. A moment and the daz zling brightness fell upon her face. The belt ol timber, in the lee of which the cabin had been built, had saved it. from being carried away or crushed entirely nnd buried ton great depth, for on coining to this resist ance the slide had devided, the great er portion skirting the edge and pas sing down into the valley, sweeping a path clean to the stream. It was long past noon, nnd there was no time to lose, so resolutely' pulling her half-scattered senses to gether. Sally quickly adjusted her snow-shoes, nnd lightly and swiftly set off in the waning afternoon, up the white slope and along the zigzag trail. It had already grown colder, and ualls of sleet and snow hung thick iun pel cross, and before arriving to where squalls oi sleet unu snow nuug much about the summit of the mountain, pass she must erilous hiding the cross, and the trail led into the road, the sun had set and shadows began to creep over the slope. Then the strap to one of her snow-shoes broke, and more than a quarter of an hour was spent in making it serviceable nguin. She remembered, now, that it was nearly off the last time she had been out with them, and bitterly regret ted the neglect of repairs. Busk was last settling over the mountain, and what was worse, the squall, which lmd lifted a little, be gan to whirl the snow; and a bitter wind buffeted her nhout. Slowly and cautiously she plodded on, keeping close to the ghastly crags which formed a broken wall ugainst the sky above the rough road, stumbling on loose stones, clatter ing over bare ledges, plunging into deep hollows, and sometimes trip ping with the clumsy snow-shoes, which seemed now such a clog to the weary feet growing numb with cold. On, on, crouching a nd clinging in ter ror to the naked rocks, hiding iu sheltered niches for the furious blasts to spend themselves, till at last the storm-cloud passed down the moun tain, the stars like a million sparks sprinkled the deep, dark sky, and a faint new moon, a, silver bow, hung low above the crags. Sally was near the pass, and she was very grateful for ev.-n this dim light. Taking off her snow-shoes, she again hound them to her back, and throwing herself upon the ground clutched the bare rocks with chilled lingers, and crept shuddering, nlong the narrow road. She dared not stand erect for fear that the furious gusts always raging here would sweep her into the gorge below, whose jagged edge could be felt only a few feet nway. At last after what seemed hours to the girl, she was over. Her hands were numb and frost-bitten, and she had scarcely strength to bind lier shoes. Emerging from ttie pnss, , Sally could now discern, yet mistily, the mr. faint lights of the town glim mering in the valley below, which if she could but reach meant rescue. Her mouth was parched with the panting breath, in lier eyes there danced unsteady lights, and the lag ging crunch ot her snow-shoe sound ed faint and far oft to her dull ears, i Every moment she was in most im j minent danger of tailing into the nu merous ice gorges which flank the the bird's flight unerringly over the trackless space. How Sully at last got down into the valley she scarcely knew, yet through all the wanderings of feet and brain there always remained the consciousness that in some way she . , .. . , j way, but an unseen hand guided her ! steps in the right path, as it guides " .................... ' j must reacli tlie lights; but as even these went out one by one in the cali ! ius of the weary miners a feeling ot i desertion nt liist nearly overcame | * ,e \ , Sue strained lier dim eyes anxious \ }Y> nn ^ ,u tne distance qne single J 1 "* 1 * A e t glimmered. She steered her course toward it. It too disnp pcared, ,.V len . ca,a f a Ç a,n > .bobbing j around like the will-o -the-wisp, then settled dowu to a steady bright P°' n L , , A°w the town was reached, nnd ! tbe cabin with the blessed light was through the dingy window upon a white lace with frosty hair about it. ! such «long long -y. it Bee met! to Sally to reach the door I the"vaUev a^d'fâïtMuïlTàttended by the m i ne ' r!j . wife an ,i Stilly, after she hnd rpcovere(1 . He ) m ,i the Inst But the bruve girl was soon in kindly hands, and news of trouble at Bruce's camp quickly spread throughout the little hamlet, for although Sally was uncon scious a long time and unahle to give any intelligence of the disas ter, yet these hardy men, quick to respond to appeals for assistance, understood at once that nothing less than a question oflife or death could liuve driven the girl to undertuke so hazardous a journey Everybody was astir. Lights flashed about the place, and a party of men set off at once with lanterns and implements to meet any emer genev Milton Bruce was rescued but bare ly alive. He wns brought over to had recovered. He lmd on the last day indeed seen indications of tlie presence of rich ore, which in time brought a fortune to him "And I owe it all to Sally," he said "for had she not braved what no other woman would have thought of, we should have both miserably per ished in thnt buried cubin." Clouds and Their Heights. For practical purposes clouds nrs divided into four classes—cumulus, stratus, cirrus and nimbus. Mete' orologists, however, recognize mnny differences of form ineach class. Am be rcrom bio gives these ten principal varieties, with their mean height in summer at Upsala, Sweden: Cirrus (pure wispy cloud ), 27,000 feet; cir ro-stratus (thin, high, wispy or strait ed sheet cloud of all ports), 27,600 feet; cirro-cumulus (fleecy cloud at high level), 20,000 feel; strato-cirrus (a similar cloud to the cirro-stratus, but at a low level), 12,000 leet; stra to cumulus (extended lumpy cloud), 6,000 feet; cumulus (pure rocky cloud), 4,000 feet at base; nimbus (low rain cloud), 4,500 feet; stratus (pure sheet cloud), 1,900 feet.—New lork Telegram. A Rich Hill A hill 400 feet high composed ol copper, silver and gold, has been dis covered in the Mexican state of Chia pas. A river flowing on one side of the hill has largely uncovered the de posits, and many hundred thousand tons of ore are in sight. The ore as says lrom 3 to 4 ounces of gold and 40 to 60 ounce< of silver per ton, with from 23 to 35 per cent, of copper, THE ARIZONA KICKER. Westward the Star of Empiro and so Forth. Among the many good things in the last issue ol the Arizona Kicker extract the following, says the Detroit Free Press; Our (Inin.—Monday afternoon an Italian with a dancing bear struV the town, nnd half an hour later Col. unci Siderial Thompson, assistant ister of deeds, awoke lrom a iimoze he had been enjoying in an mehairin the Mighty West billiard parlors. Wh?n the colonel saw the ar dance he made up his boozy | ind to have a waltz with him. llis , stay off. He suddenly jumped in on j he bear with a yell and a whoop, and being new to our ways the beast fiends called him oft', but he was pig. leaded and obstinate and refused to probubly supposed himself attacked. At any rate he set to work with teeth and claws, and so used the colonel up in nhout three minutes that he "ied that night. tlie public is that his loss is our nin. He lmd no enterprise as aciti n, and ns a man some of us would ive to plant him within a few weeks any how. Settled nt Last.—As will he noticed Iswhere in the regular conrtproceed s, the legnl trouble between the litor of the Kicker nnd Prof. McCall lias at last been settled nd an amicable understanding arrived at. Tlie professor came here bout two years ago and being in luird luck borrowed our only Sunday shirt and fifty cents inctish, and later on refused to either return the same recognize our claim. We posted un as a dead beat and he sued us for $00,000. Wo proved him a big amist and he fired two shot at us in front of the postoliice. We advised ynching, and he was laid up for a The «vneral verdict month in the attempt to horsewhip j us. 1 he brofessor instituted no less than five suits ugainst us, nnd on several different occasions planned our assnssination. | Day before yesterday, while tlie professor was laying for us with a shot-gun at the postoliice, he was un over in a stampede of mules, i We were tlie first to reach him and render aid. He was enrried to The | Kicker office in an unconscious con j tlition, and it was halt an hour before hecameto. Mutual friends seized up-! on the occasion to settle tlie trouble i and tliier efforts were successful. We ! now desire to announce in italics : that tlie professor is an honest, | worthy gentleman, possessed of a fine voice and well qualified to teach j the divide art of music. On the other i hand, he subscribes for the Kicker, j paying in advance, of course, ami ndvertises to the extent of $24 per ear. j Apply to the Coroner.—lust as our | outside pages were going to press Judge Knight called at The Kicker j office and invited us to ride out to j " one Tree with him in his horse and buggy, and half an hour later we j he were there. The hoys had preceded ; us, nnd wo found them in a circle nround "Dr. B. B. Belinger, late of i the Royal College of Medicine of Lon don—the only discoverer of a sure cure for consumption." The doctor j has been with us about a month, 1 claimingtocure almost everything on earth, but alter his remedies had j knocked over half a dozen citizens j the boys concluded that it was time ; !or him to drop nut. He refused to I drop. Hence a committee called and asked lwm to take a walk. He hnd ; taken the walk and stood on a barrel j when we caught sight of him. There was a connection between tlie doc tor's neck-and aqd a stoift limb, and he was nuking a speech. The d^or recognized us at once and besought us to explain to the crowd that he was in nhuriytoleave the country. He couldn't fly, but he ! would do the next best thing. Al though he had not advertised with us and lie had given nil Ins ion work to our contemporary, we could not refuse his request. As a personal fa- | vor to ns boys, after letting him hang | long enough to insure a good case of sore throat, cut him down, gavehim a nipofwhisky nnd ndvisedhimtogo east. He went. The Inst we saw of j him he was making suchtimeas no nckrnhlsÉ in this country' can ever liope to equal. Any one having any le gal claim on 105 bottles of cosuinp tioncure, together wit h a machine tor making pills, two packs of cards and office furniture valued at $3.25, will please apply to our worthy cororner, While Dr. Belinger still lives to the world at large, there is no doubt that he is dead to this community." A Hard Man To Catch. The most remarkable counterfeiter at present living, so a Washiqgton Starreporter was informed, nas been keeping the United States secret ser vice in such a condition of exnsper at ion for a long time past that no trouble or expense would be consider ed excessive for the accomplishment of his capture. And this, although . . , he produces on an avevag. uot more than two bogus note, in a year. The remnrkable thing about these imita . e, 1 tions are that they are executed en- j tirely with a pen. Once in six months, j almost as regularly as clockwork, one of them turns up at the treasury here, to theiisgust of the government detoctives, whose utmost efforts can not discover so much ns a clew to fol low. The strangest point about the matter is that the work of producing tlie hills in this fashion, merely con sidered usa question of labor, remun erative or otherwise, cannot possibly pay, they arc always either fifties or twenties, and to make one must re scene. The most plausible t heory seems to be that he is a monomaniac of means, who gratifies a morbid taste it: this astonishing way. llis imitation bills nre so perfectly done that no one short of a professional expert would hesitate to take them lorgood money, h rom the vignettes quire pretty constant toil for quite ; hnifa year. The last one, which nrs received a lew davs ago, was a double X. Funny enough they come each time from a different city, and the supposi tion is that the forger leaves town for another locality immediately up on passing one. He gets rid of the note ho has just completed, which may remain in circulation lor some time before reaching a bank, and de parts long before the police ngents have a chance to arrive upon the tothesigimturesthework is perform ed with an accuracy that hears scru tiny with a powerful magnifying glass. In all likelihood .(lie reason why the notes are not made of larger denominations is that they would be proportionately more difficult to pass. One can imagine f hat this centric counterfeiter indulges in the employment simply lor the gratifica tion of his vanity. It is not improb able that he himself lias been shown the frame nt the treasury building in which two specimens of his handi work are shown by polite attendants to visitors as the most extraordinary samples of forgeries in the govern ment collection. Anyway he goes on turning out the hills at regular inter vals ol six months, thus occasioning periodical spasms ol exasperation in the secret-service bureau. Confronted by a Memory. Apropos of the movement to furnish books to prisoners in Auburn jail, a Norwegian Indv residing in Auburn told in her picturesque way an ep j sode w hich occurred in Charleston, ,, ,, , , , . ' ears a S° 11 mother took lier 5-year-old boy into prison when she went to see his father, eommited tor some trifling offence. The little lel low stepped into the adjacent cell, having over it the number 68. To tease him the warden shut tlie door, but quickly opened it at the little fel low's screams. His mother soothed him, saying: "Nobody shan't ever shut my little hoy in a dark cell." Years passed. The boy's father nnd mother died. His uncle helped him : and gave him money to get to New | York. He fell in with lmd company, squandered his money, and in sheer j desperation attempted to commit i burglary in his uncle's house, j That relative was so enraged ho handed over his nephew to thenuthor itips. Looking at the number of his j cell, to his horror he saw "68," and | know that it was the selfsame cell that had inspired his boyish terror. j Then his mother's words camo hack, j "Nobody shan't ever shut my little hoy in a dark cell," and he wept as j he had not siuca her death, for he had ; loved thnt mother.' The warden's wife found him in a melted condition, i He told her his story, nnd she gave him the utmost sympathy nnd kind ness during his long term, shortened j by his goon behavior. As he left tiie 1 cell nnd took a last look at those ter rible numbers "68" he determined he j would make a man of whom his j mother should l»e proud. By his ; trade, learned in prison, lie pursued I nn honest and lucrative business, ami his taste for literature, also formed ; by the warden, provided for leisure j hours. Ten years alterward he called on the warden's wife, and she could hardly believe thnt it was he who lmd occupied "68."—Lewiston Journal. _ M ^ __ War and y . , , . ^ n1, ,s a frightful thing under all circumstances, and some of the most drendlul wars have been waged on the , nost Hi fin ,, fooli8h pret exts, A , efen if they had a pretext at all; but | probably no stranger ret son for war | or pence was ever recorded t han has been noted by a French governor of tlie Soutli Pacific colony of New Uale doniu. j This governor who was also an nd mirai ot the navy, assumed his au thority while the natives of New Cal edonia were still cannibals. There lmd been rumors of un insurrection, and the admirul called before him a native chief who was faithful to the French cause, and questioned him as to their truth. "Yon may besure,"saidthenative, "that there will be no war at pres ent, because the yams are fur from being ripe." "The yams, you say?" "Yes. Our people never make war except when tlie yams are ripe." "Why is that?" "Because baked yams go so very well with the captives!"—Youth's Companion. A Touching Story. Says a writer in the New York Star. "I was talking with a postal clerk, , recently, who had just returned Piub urg, and he told me a tQ which came to light . .. . .. . .. , 1 m that city. A blank envelope was j f oani ] j n the mail, and it was opened j to ascertain the address of the sender. There was none, and the only signa tu re was "From your brother Will," The letter went on to state that the writer had pawned his coat to raise $10, which was indpsed, to seu<l to his sister, who was starving. Th* fetter stated that he hoped the tucu'jy would relieve her distress." Senator Palmer's Contribu tion. Thwv is n good story' told about Senator 1'nlmer when he whs living in » ington. It was his custom to go to church every Sunday morn ing, nnd also his custom to put a single dollar on the plate. As he passed into church one Sunday morn* inng. accompanied bv his private sec retary, lie began to search through his pockets with a dismayed look on llis lace. Turning to his companion he asked for the loan ot a dollar, ex plaining that ho had nothing but a $2 bill. The secretary could not nc coinmodntethcHenutor, but a bright thought suddenly seemed to strike the latter, and he exclaimed: "Oh, well, 1 can fix it." "You wouldn't make change ofl the plate, would you?" asked tlie sec retary, horrified at the thought. "Never mind how 1 will do it," re plied the senator; "you will see it done." When tho pinte enme around the senator gravely took out his $2 bill, tore it in two pièces in the middle, and laid one piece on the plate. Alter the services were over he walked for ward to where the stewards were counting tho collection money, and nsked tlie one who had come down his aisle if a mutilated $2 bill had been found on the plate. "Yes, and we don't know what to do with it,," was the man's reply. "Well," said tlie senator, "here's the other half, and you can have it (or $1. That will make your half worth $1 to you, and $1 is all I ever give." He got tho dollar.—New York Press. ------- ^ . »-m m - Famous Hoaxes. There is one feature of American humor entirely distinct from any characteristic of which 1 have hither, towritten. Hoaxing of the too cred ulous readiifg public has been no where so successfully practiced as in this country. Richard Adams Locke, a mild-mannered editor, soberly pro claimed, in tlie summer of 1835, that Sir John Hersehel, of ast ronomical fame, hndmndeustonishing discover ies nt tlie cape of Hood Hope with a new lortv-two-thousund-power mng nifier of the moon. Locke was min utely scientific and attractively yivid in iiis descriptions of lunar forma tions of basaltic rock (covered with diirk red dowers), water, trees, plants, volcanoes, birds, nnimals, and life's higher orders This narrntive ap peared in tho New York Sun. The subsequently published pamphlet is nowadays harder to grnsp than at thnt period the mountains and foun tains of night's queenly silver orb seemed to be. Since Locke's time newspaper Ananiases have not been infrequent. "Eli Perkins" grossly libelled when named with Chester Hull, the sensationul journalistic fakir in San Francisco. The New York Herald's startling, bogus, half columnheaded-lined story of tlie es caped menagerie at Central Park, nnd a Brazilian Monte Cristo wed ding, detailed with gravity and pre cision in the New York Times (about 1874,) are both classes of their sim ulative kind.—Harper's Magazine. Saved by a Dog's Presence of Mind. A direful accident to six men on a lmud-car neur East Helena a short time ago was only averted by the in telligence of a dog. A large New foundland dog was in the habit of following tlie men on their daily trip down the road, nnd like all dogs it was ambitious to keep up with its musters. One evening when the men were returning from work the dog took the lend und there was a spirit ed race. The animal was only a short distance ahead and instead of leaving tlie track nnd falling in the rear kept going at a great speed. The men never I bought of danger till the cur rounded n curve and. came suddenly u pon a long trestle, with tlie dog no more than twenty feet ahead. He did not realize the danger until he cun^e to the trestle. The men were horror-stricken and expected to he thrown from the track nnd perhaps killed. The intelligent dog knew the danger instantly. It flattened itself between the ties and the car passed safely over without ruffling a hair. It was the most re markable piece of intelligence ever exhibited by a dumb animal. ' It could not go forward; to stand still was death to the dog as well as men. It was too late to jump, so the intel ligent animal crouched and saved its own lile as well as the meir on the cur.—Helena Independent. About Balking Horsos, Horses know nothing abdnt balk ing until they are forced into it by bad management. When a horse balks in harness it is generally from some mismanagement, excitement, confusion, or from not kfiowing how to pull, but seldom from any unwill ingness to perform all thatheunder stands. A free horse in a team may be so anxious to go that when he hears the word he will start with a jump which will not move the load, but give him so severe a jerk - on the shoulders that he will fly back and ntop tlie other horse. Next will com. the slashing and cracking of tlm whip nnd hnlooing of the driver, un til something is broken or the driver is through with his course of treat ment. But what a mistake the dri ver makes in whipping hie hone for this act! Reason and common sense should teach him that the hone was willing and nnxiou. to go hot did not know how to start the load. New Yoifc Times,