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Sin and Redemption : A' Series of Sermons, to which is added an Oration on Moral Free dom. By D. N. Sheldon, I). 1). New York . Sheldon, Lamport & Blaketnan. These sermons, preacSfed to his people not long since, hy Rev. Dr. Sheldon of the Elm Street Baptist Church, appear under the above title in a book of 332 pages. The doctor is an independent, bold reasoner on matters of theol ogy ; and these sermons, when originally de livered, elicited considerable discussion both in public prints and social circles. The ideas en tertained of his position in regard to certain principles of theology, considered by some as the only orthodox view, were of course very meagre, and much apprehension prevailed in the minds of those who had not heard the ser mons from his lips. For this and other rea sons, we must say we are glad he has given them to the public in the present form. The following are the subjects treated upon : The Being of God shown from his Works—The Creation of Man in the Divine Image—The Temptation and Fall—The threatened Death— connection between the sin of Adam and the sinfulness of his posterity examined—The na ture of Sin—IIuw Christ was made Sin—flow men are made righteous by Christ—Bearing aios and sacrifice, &c. We can but admire the independence of thought exhibited on every page of this work, although we may not fully agree with the writer in all his positions. We like the spirit that pervades it. For instance, in the preface, lie says : “J have no sympathy with the timid ity which may deter any Irom an open declara tion of their views, because these views may be thought to conflict with an accrcdiled stand ard of orthodoxy. Though numbering myself with the orthodox, so called, on the sub ject of the Divinity of our Lord, and on other subjects, I must yet disavow altogether the binding authority of any extra-scriptural defi nitions and statements of orihodoxv. The on ly orthodoxy I venerate i3 truth, and what may be shown to have the marks of truth. What is held as fundamental truth in ethics must not be contradicted by anything in our theological systems.” Fur sale bv Wm. B. Stearns. The Hunter’s Feast: or, Conversations around the Camp-fire. Bv Capt. Mayne Reid. New York : DeWitt & Davenport. We do not recollect to have ever met with a book which gives such vivid and soul-stirring pictures of the wonderful and terrible adven tures of a Western Hunter’s and Trapper’s life, as are presented in this evidently truthful narrative. A party of six gentlemen, with their guides, all well versed in hunter life, start from St. Louis, west, into the grtal prairie, on a hunting expedition ; in the course of which they themselves not only engage in many thrill ing exploits, but as they bivouac for the night, each one around the camp-fire relates what of the wonderful and marvellous has befallen him in former hunting expeditions. We have re cently published ttvo of the stories hererelaled, vix: “The Deer Hunt in a Dug-Out,” and “The Pigeen Hunt with a Howitzer,” frtrm which our readers may judge somewhat of the character of the work. We also publish this week another thrilling story from the same work, entitled “A Battle with Grizzly Bears.” ft is x book peculiarly suited to amuse both old and young. Fur sale by W. B. Stearns. Kate Weston : or, To Will and to Do. By Jennie DeWitt. Illustrated. New York: HeWiit& Davenport. The authoress of this work is tire daughter of the celebrated Dr. Dowling of Philadelphia, to whom it is dedicated. She treats her sub ject, though not a novel one, in a very sensible and practical manner, and writes in such a style as to fix the attention of the reader from the commencement to the close. We tliink the book marks the advent of one in the fields of literature, who is destined not only to adorn it, but also to be the means of doing much goud with her ready pen. Fur sale at Stearns’. The Knickerbocker Magazine for January has been received. For the Eastern Times. The Naval Retired List. The editor of the Tribune has come out with another article on this, to him, painful theme, and attempted a cudgeling of your humble cor respondent, for condemning his previous arti cles against the action of the board. He in dulges freely in such expressions as “lament a •bly ignorant,” “tvofully mistaken,” and the like, as arguments in opposition to our state ment that the Naval board was created by act of congress ! and that it perlormed its un thankful task with an eye solely to the good of the navy itself, and the country at large. Whether the charge of being “trofnlly mis taken," comei with a good grace from the ed itor, when he denies that the army ever un derwent a similar reduction, is a matter I leave lo the records of the war department. He vebemenliy and spitefully contradicts the fact,—which others know besides him and myself,—“that ‘bright buttons’ have been seen issuing intoxicated from dens of iniquity in our large cities,” yet in the same breath ad mits that there were some hard drinkers among them. 'Would that he Had the candor to ad mit that there are fewer now than previous to the action of the late Naval board. Whal folly it is to deny what every one knows, viz : that the U. S. navy rifeeded a killing off of the drones. The editor states that he was “three years connected with the service.” I know not ir what situation he was placed that he could nol see as well as others, how grossly degenerate many officers of the service had become. The writer of this was also connected with our na val service for some three or four years, anc although he may not have been so intimately . ♦ ^ jBtmtid.af auir Central |Iclus-^n create «f (Bijaal |liglits. vol. x._ BATH, THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 10, 1856. ' no so. connected with the dropjicd officers as the edi tor of the Tribune, he saw and heard enough to convince the greatest sceptic that they were a detriment to the service. The majority of our naval officers are ai^complished gentlemen and thorough seamen. These we rejoice to find, are retained, and by the removal of the incompetent, have now a chance for promotion and preferment. Lieut. Maury, who has been in effect furloughed for many years, the editor of the Tribune has admitted, “is disabled and unfit for sea duty.” Then he should no long er stand in the way-of others' promotion. He has been placed where ho can do much more for his country than in active sea duty on a frigate's deck. Com. Boatman and others have been placed on the reserved list, on full wailing orders pay,—in the neighborhood of $3000 a year,—enough, 1 repeat, to support a gentleman as respectably as he has a right to demand. The editor denies that he has any relations or personal friends among the furloughed offi cers, who have induced him to cry baby in their behalf. We can only judge from his words and acts, and personal interest or po’ili cal prejudice can plainly and everywhere be seen sticking its long ears from beneath the lambskin disguise. 1 delight to see a man candid in opposition to a measure, if .never so wrong, for, as Walter Scott makes Sir Ilcnry Lee say, in “Woodstock,” “were a man of the Devil's opinion in religion and old Nolls in polities, he were better open it full cry, than deceive by hunting counter, or running a false scent.” I have done with the editor and this subject, for the old adage says— “ Convince a man against his will, He's of the same opinion still.’’ Hut of one thing he may rest assured. The acticn of the Naval board is approved by the people, who have been so long calling for re form, and the dropped officers will stay “dropped,” w ith the exception of cases w here error may have crept into the decision of the board, and those cases are so rare, I doubt if scarce any can he found. We therefore ad vise him to save his tears, and wipe up those of his friend. * From Constantinople. The New York Commercial Advertiser publishes a letter from a correspondent, on board an American vessel, at Constantinople, dated Nov. £0,front which we copy the fol lowing :— Since the fail of Sebastopol many of the ships of war, both French and English, have been sent home. The lortner carry home the remnant of the soldiers who first went to the Crimea, more than a year ago. From all ac counts the majority of those sent home aro in bad health, and nut able to endure the hard ships and suffering of another winter campaign in the Crimea. They have plenty of work Gor the soldiers. As to the English, they have not a supera bundance of tnen, but still, wc were told a few days since, that England had determined to bring Uncle Sain to his bearings, in regard to Cuba, and a variety of other misdemeanors, and that Napoleon, too, wished to put his fin ger in ihe pie. For several days it was re ported that American vessels could not leave for the Mediterranean, and that at the desire of the allies ihe Turkish government would not give any American vessels firman to pass the Dardanelles. A variety of such reports have been circulated, and believed, too, by a large number of people here. The Turks, however, have a very good idea of the strength of the Yankee nation. The largest trans ports in the service of the allies are American, and from these they have formed Hieir opin ions. The boatmen, whose ideas have been influenced entirely liy the size of the large ] clipper ships, winch during the past year have been lying in this harbor, say “Bono Ameri cano,” and tossing up their arms in the most expressive manner, exclaim, “Grande, Amer icano, grande.” The occupation of Turkey, particularly Constantinople and the vicinity of the Bospho rus and Dardanelles, by the allies, is so com plete that the Turks feel very uneasy. They tind themselves hi a bad predicament. Their would-be friends are worse than enemies.— They have become fully aware of their inferi ority, but do not at all relish the manner in which they are treated. , The unfriendly feeling betweA the French ' and English here has also been the cause of great uneasiness to them. For in case of rup ture between them, both parties would refuse to relinquish their foothold. France would I not go, and England, bull-dog like, would strive to hold on as long as France. . In a Minority, after all! After all tlie boasting of the republican par ty, it appears they are in a minority in the House of Representatives at Washington.— Horace Greeley, in a letter of the 15th ult., from Washington to his paper, speaks of a se rious defection in his parly in the House, and savs : “Many members elected as anti-Ne braska were never hearty in the cause, and are now wholly fallen away from it. They may profess w hat they please ; the country will judge them by their acts.” He desires the country to understand “most distinctly, that there is not a real majority in the House opposed to the principle and the policy embodied in Douglas' Nebraska lull.’’ The N. Y. Herald says the black republi can Seward party are in a decided minority in Congress, and presents the following fair view :— “ Mr. Banks is a man of popular manners, and of conceded parliamentary experience and ability. Such a man must have made his im pression upon individuals, and have enlisted in his behalf considerable personal sympathy and , aid. But with all this, in connection with the material fact that he had been chosen as the . standard bearer of the great central black re publican phalanx, commanded by Wm. H. Seward in person ; that he was aided by the most adroit of our political managers, his highest vote has not exceeded 107. There are in a full house— National men 127 Banks 107 Total 231 It is not possible to secure a full attendance. The largest vote so far was 226 :— For Banks ' 107 All others , 119 Here.is a majority of twelve against the highest abolition black republican combina- I lion, 2ii fixing these utmost limits there have been about seventy trials, enough ccrrainly to indicate the temper and character of the mem bers upon the questions involved in the pre sentation of a distinctive Seward man for Speaker.” • The New Haven Murder. VVe published last week an account of the recent murder in New Haven. We have since : received the New Haven Palladium, which contains Sly's confession :— “ lie says that his sister, Mrs. Wakeman, was so distressed with the bad spirit or power in Matthews, that he thought suinelhing must he done to remove it, and he consulted with Jackson in regard to using a stick of hazle wood on Matthews, to see what effect it would have upon him. lie bad procured a stick of that wood a few days previous, in anticipation that it might be necessary to use it for the | purpose—as he thought the bark of hazle, in connection with alder, concocted together into a tea, was powerful to remove enchantments. This stick, which was about an inch in diam eter, and two and a half feet in length, he had placed in a drawer in the cellar, and when he talked to Jackson about using it, J. inquired where he kept it. Sly informed him, and went and brought it into the lower rear room, where Jackson and the woman llersey were, and they knew when he went into Matthews’ room with it. When Mr. and Mrs. Sanford went up stairs, preparatory to taking Matthews away, STy went into the front room to Matthews, and al ter locking the doors, struck the deceased, who was sitting in a chair, blinded, over the right temple, with such force as to bring him to the floor, and then struck him several limes with the club. He then took a pocket knife, which is some two inches in length, and commenced cutting Matthews’ throat. Matthews groaned, but did not utier a word after the first blow. Sly also look a table-lurk, with which and the knife, he mutilated the body in the manner in which it was discovered. He says he did not design to use any other weapon than the bludgeon, but after he had given the blows, was urged on by some influence to use the knife and fork. Alter the murder, he remained locked in the ; room half an hour, when he came out into j Miss Hersey's room, where she was, with the bjundy stick and a light in his hand. His hands and shirt sleeves were bloody, and she procured a basin and water to wash himself, ' and they conversed about secreting the stick, and be then placed it down cellar. His shirt sleeves were then tom otT, and the bloody | pieces burned in Miss Hersey's stove, she f being present. He atterwards took the club used, and cut it into three pieces, and threw them dow n the privy vault, where he also put the knife. He took up some of the blood from the floor and carried it away. lie then went up stairs where the gather ing was, and engaged in prayer. This is the substance of bis statement, he time and again averring, that lie alone was concerned in the ' transaction. 11c also stated that Mr. Wood ing bad gone home previous to the murder, and that be had told neither Ills sister, Jack sun, or any one, what hud transpired. He acknowledged that lie knew it was arranged for Matthews to come there that night, and for the purpose we have stated previously.” Sly has been committed to prison. Mrs. Wakeman has communicated to the jury an account of her visit to the spirit world, after being murdered by her husband, some thirty years ago. She says she saw the Saviour, all the prophets, apostles, martyrs and saints, and had a realizing view of the home of the blessed, and was then sent hack to earth on her mis sion. She says she is TO years old, and has had 15 childreu. Sly, her brother, is 58 years old. The Demagogue 3anks. The Portland Slate of Maine gives a brief pnlitical history of the republican candidate for Speaker in Congress. It exhibits the shuffling and turning of tire demagogue :— Mr. Hanks' course on the Nebraska bill is a true picture of his political character. Alter the bill was laid oil the table it required a TWo-TniRns vote to take it up. the opposi tion to the bill on its Anal passage was 100 votes to 113 in its favor, Mr. Hanks voting against it. He, however, a few days before, voted to take it up, and by his vote and influ ence obtained a two-thirds vote for this pur pose, whereas by voting against taking it from the table lie could have" effectually defeated its passage. He has never explained his rea son for this vote. He began his political life as a radical democrat, and has lectured in this city in favor of the admission of Texas and the entire democratic policy. He then turned co alitionist, and voted tor Charles Sumner for U. S. Senator. After that lie got into Con gress and voted with the administration, ex cept on the final passage of the Kansas-Nebras ka bill. Two years ago he was an active mem ber' of the American parly of Massachusetts, which parly he left in 1855, joined fusion, and united with Wilson ‘to blow know-noth ingism to the devil.’ ” Whiskey vs. Freedom. The following is one of the best hits that has been made in the course of the present contest for Speaker in Congress. Mr. Orr is a democrat lrom South Carolina, and Mr. Washburn is a “republican” from Maine :— Mr. Orr—I would like to inquire when the gentleman was elected to Congress ? Mr. Washburn—One year ago last Septem : ber. Mr. Orr—Was not your party defeated last fall in the State of Maine, and is not the present legislature of that State Democratic ? Mr. Washburn replied that during the last I canvass in his State the leading issue was .the | Maine liquor law, [laughter] and the election I was mainly decided upon that question, lie I also briefly stated the positions assumed by the parties in the canvass. Mr. Orr—the gentleman says that the Maine liquor law entered into the canvass and was the leading issue. Do 1 understand from this that the people of Maine like whiskey better than freedom ? [Loud and long continued laughter and applause.] Mr. Washburn's response could not be heard amid the merriment. A cotemporary upon this says :— “ We can reply for Mr. Washburn, that whiskey was stronger in Maine than nigger ism, in the late election in that Slate ; or rath er, that the indignation of the people against the odious espionage of a despotic local law, dried up their tears for “Uncle Tom.” Thus they knocked over abolition philanthropy and -Koundheail morality in the same blow. Is Mr. Orr satisfied 1” * Perhaps it is not generally known, as it should be, that salt, put in the mouth, will in stantly relieve the convulsive movements in m fits, either of children or animals. An Extensive and Extraordinary Rob bery. The Chicago papers give some de tails of a most extraordinary and extensive robbery of jewelry, &c., from an establish ment in tlaot city. It seems that a young man by the name of llickox, who has” been em ployed lor a number of years in the establish ment of Isaac Speer, of Chicago, has been in the habit for years of perpetrating systematic robberies on his employer, arid deliberately investing the avails in real estate in the city, lie had thus purchased, among other proper ty, two valuable lets of land, on each of which he paid $0,000 down, and mortgaged the land for the remainder, and had even begun to build a large hotel on one of these lots, which was to cost from ten to eighteen thousand dollars. He had been kind enough to loan his employ er about $2,000 of his own money, and had also purchased and sold again, at an advance of $5,000, a house and lot of land. He had in fact stolen a handsome fortune from Mr. Speer ; and all this time, it would seem, re tained his confidence and received pay for val uable services rendered to his employer. The roguery was f nally discovered ; but not in season to arrest the rogue, for, becoming sus picious, he had suddenly converted some of his real estate into money and fled. The President as a Writer —The N. Y. Sunday Mercury, a neulral paper, pounces savagely upon one of ihe foul maligners of Gen. Pierce, who infest Washington. It says :— “ The jackass of a correspondent, if lie knew anything, ought to know that the inaugural address of a President has, in all cases, been the inceptive production of the President, con cocted by bis own pen ; and either read or spoken to the world, after having been sub mitted to the consideration of his immediate Cabinet ministers. . As for Gen. Franklin Pierce, the preseht President of the United States, whom the stu pid correspondent of the N. Y. Herald would have the world believe is so deficient in liter ary acquirements that he has to employ Judge Gilchrist to w rite his Slate papers, everybody who personally knows aught of the man, knows that he is one of the firsCclassical scholars of the day. At college he ranked with the best of bclles-leUrct scholars then inducted to Alma Mater ; and while at the New Hampshire bar, and when in the United States House of Representatives and in the Senate, he stood conspicuous among his peers as an elegant writer.” Unhealthy Places.—Danger and Portland, the head-quarters of “ republicanism,” have sold the past year, from their cily agencies, $0f80 worth of liquor. Elder Weaver flour ished in the first named city. There was a great deal of sickness during the Morrill cam paign among his friends. r;.~ The New York Examiner, a Daptist pa per, declares that the scramble of clergymen at Washington fur the chaplancics of the two Houses, is getting to be absolutely disgraceful; that the candidates follow the members about, button-hole them in the hotels, and behave no belter than the politicians. 05=- Horace Greeley, writing from Wash ington, says the K. N. party is not of conse quence sufficient to be reckoned as a political party by intelligent politicians there. It will not probably carry a plurality of Votes in a sin gle state at the Presidential election. UJ" Horace Henington, late k. n. treasurer of Rensselaer county, N. V., is a defaulter to the amount of $0181. This shows quite clear ly one of the ways in which “ Americans would like to rule America.” E5T The Campbell Minstrels, at a recent concert at St. Louis, offered a gold watch as a prize to the gentleman who brought the largest number of ladies. Mr. David J. Dicky escorted no less than ninety-three fair comers, and consequently lobbed the lever. (L/5* A few days since a man left his home in Dostoti, leaving $400 with his wife, who hid it about the fire-place for safe keeping.— Upon his return, his wife wasaway from home, and he kindled a fire, which destroyed the money befor? her return. The fragments of about $00 were found, so as to he identified, and that amount was saved. (Lire Jltunr (Lcltce. Q 'O A Battle with Grizzly Bears. An adventure with grizzly bears which had befallen the ‘captain,’ was next related. He had been travelling with a strange party—the ‘Scalp Hunters,’—in the mountains near San ta Fe, when they were overtaken by a sudden and heavy fall of snow that rendered further progress impossible. The ‘canon,’ a deep valley in which they had encamped, was dif ficult to get through at any time, but now the path, on account of the deep soft snow., was rendered impassable. When morning broke they found themselves fairly ‘in the trap.’ • Above and below the valley was choked with snow five fathoms deep. Y^st fissures— barrancas—were filled with the drift; and it was perilous to attempt penetrating in either direction. Two men had already disappeared. ‘On each side of our camp ruse the walls of the canon, almost vertical, to the height of a hundred feet. These we might have climbed had the weather been soft, tor the rock was a trap formation, and offered numerous seams and ledges ; but now there was a coating of j ice and snow upon them that rendered the as cent impossible. The ground had frozen hard before the snow came on, ijihough it was now freezing no longer, and the snow would not bear our weight. All our efforts to get out of the valley proved idle ; and we gave them over, yielding ourselves, in a kind of reckless | despair, to wait for—we scarce Knew what. For three days we sat shivering around the fires, now and then casting looks of gloomy nquiry around the sky The same dull gray / ror an answer, mottled with flakes slanting \ aarthward, for it still continued to snow. Not j t bright spot cheered the aching eye. s The little platform on which we rested—a ‘ iiece of two or three acres—was still free I rrom the snow-drift, on account of its exposure ; :o the wind. Stragglin'* pines, stunted and leafless, grew over its surface, in all about fif- I :y or sixty trees. From these we obtained ‘ aur fires ; but what were fires when we had < no meat to cook upon them 1 i We were now in the third day without food ! Without food, though not absolutely without | aaling—the men had bolted their gun-coirers, ! and the cat-skin flaps of their bullet-pouches, j and were now seen—the last shift but one— ■ l stripping the parjleche from the soles of their moccasins ! The women, wrapped in their tilmas, nestled i closely in the embrace of father, brother, hus band, and lover; for all these affections were present. The last string of tasajo, hitherto coonomized for their sake, had been parcelled out to them in the morning. That was gone, and whence was their next morsel to come? At long intervals, lAy dc mi! Dios do mi alma were heard only in low murmurs, as some colder blast swept down the canon. In the face of those beautiful creatures might be read that uncomplaining patience—that high en durance—so characteristic of the Jlispano Mexican women. Even the stern men around them bore up with less fortitude. Rude oaths were uttered from time to time, and teeth ground together, with that strange wild look that heralds insan ity. Once or twice I fancied that I observed a look of still stranger, still wilder expres sion, when the black ring forms around the eye—when the muscles twitch and quiver' along gaunt famished jaws—when men gaze guilty-like at each other. O God I it was fearful ! The half-robber discipline, volun tary at the best, had vanished under the lev elling-rod of a common suffering, and I trem bled to think— ‘ It clars a leetle, out tharawa !’ It was the trapper, Garey, who had risen and stood pointing towards the East. In an instant we were all upon our feet, looking in the direction indicated. Sure enough, there was a brealj in the lead-colored sky—a yellowish 6treak, that widened out as we continued gazing—tho flakes fell lighter and thinner, and in two hours more it had ceased snowing altogether. Half-a-dozen of us, shouldering our rifles, struck down the valley. We would make one more attempt to trample a road through the drift. It was a vain one. The snow was over our heads, and after struggling for two hours, we had not gained above two hundred yards. Here we caught a glimpse of what lay before U3. As far as the eye could reach, it rested upon the same deep impassable masses. De spair and hunger paralyzed our exertions, and dropping off one by one, we returned to the catnp. We fell down around the fires in sullen si lence. Garey continued pacing back and forth, now glancing up at the sky, and at times kneeling down, and running his hand over the surface of the snow. At length he approached the fire, and in his*slow drawling manner, re marked— ‘ It's a gwine to friz, I rekin.’ ‘ Well ! and if it does?’ asked one of his comrades, without caring for an answer to the question. • Wal, an’ iv italoes,’ repeated the trapper, ‘we'll walk out 6' this hyar jug afore sun-up, an’ upon a gooil hard trail loo.’ The expression of every face was changed, as if by magic. Several leaped to their feet. Gode, the Canadian, skilled in snow-craft, ran to a bank, and drawing his hand along the combing, shouted back— ‘ Ccst vrai; it gele; il gele /’ A cold wind soon after set in, and, cheered by the brightening prospect, we began to think of the fires, that during our late moments of reckless indifference, had been almost suffered to bum out. The Delawares, seizing their tomahawks, commenced hacking at the pines, while others dragged forward the fallen trees, lopping off their branches with the keen scalp ing-knife. At this moment a peculiar cry attracted our attention ,*and looking around, we perceived one of the Indians drop suddenly upon his knees, striking the ground with his hatchet. ‘ What is it?’ what is it?’ shouted several voices, in almost as many languages. ‘ Yam-yam! yam-yam !’ replied the Indian, still digging at the frozen ground. ‘The ludian's right: it's man-root,’ said Garey, picking tip some leaves which the Del aware had chopped off. I recognized a plant well known to the moun tain man—a rare, but wonderful convolvulus, the lponca Icplophylla. The name of ‘man root’ is given to it by the hunters from the similarity of its root in shape, and sometimes in size, to the body of a man. It is esculent, and serves to sustain human life. In an instant, half-a-dozen men were upon their knees, chipping and hacking tho hard clay, but their hatchets glinted off as from the surface of a rock. ‘Look hyar!’ cried Garey; ‘ye're only spoilin’yertools. Cut down a wheen othese saplins and make a fire over him !’ The hint was instantly followed, and in a few minutes a dozen pieces of pine were piled upon the spot, and set on fire. We stood around the burning branches with eager expectation. Should the root prove a ‘full-grown man,’ it would make a supper for our whole party ; and with the cheering idea of sSpper, jokes were ventured upon—the first we had heard for some time—tho hunters, tickled with the novelty of unearthing the‘old man’ ready roasted, and speculating whether he would prove a ‘fat old hoss.’ A hollow crack Bounded from above, like the breaking of a dead tree. We looked up. l large object an animal—was whirling out ward and downward from a ledge that pro mtcd half-way up the cliff. In an instant it truck the earth, head foremost, with a loud bump,’ anti, bounding to the height oj several jet, came back with a somersault on its legs, nd stood firmly. An involuntary ‘hurrah !’ broke from the iunters, who all recognized at a glance, the Carnero Cimmaron,’ or ‘bighorn.’ He had leared the precipice at two leaps, lighting at ach time on his huge crescent-shaped horns. For a moment both parties—hunters and tame seemed equally taken by surprise, and tood eyeing each other in mute wonder. It vas but for a moment. The men made a rush or their rifles, and the animal, recovering from tis trance of astonishment, tossed back his torns, and bounded across the platform. In a lozen springs he had reached the selvedge of he snow, and plunged into its yielding bank ; >ut at the same instant, several rifles cracked, ind the white wreath was crimsoned behind um. lie still kept on, however, leaping and treaking through the drift. YVe struck into his track, and followed with he eagerness of hungry wolves. YVe could ell by the numerous gou's that he was shed ling his life-blood, and about fifty paces far her on tve found him dead. A shout apprised our companions of our sue ■ess, and we had commenced dragging hack he prize, when wild cries reached us front the Aliform,—the yells of the men, the screams if women, mingled with oaths and exclama ions of terror. YY e ran to the entrance. On reaching it, a sight was before us that caused the stoutest to iremblc. Hunters, Indians, and women were running to and fro in frantic confusion, titter ing their varied cries. YY'e knew our enemy it a glance—the dreaded monsters of the mountains—the grizzly bears ! There were five of them—five in sight— ihere might he others in the background. Five were enough to destroy yur whole party, caged is we were, and weakened by famifie. They had reached the cliff in chase of the Cimmaron, and hunger and disappointment were visible in tlieir horrid aspects. Two of them had already crawled close to the scarp, and were pawing over and snuffing the air, as if searching for a place to descend. The other three reared themselves on their hams, and commenced mana-uvriiig with their fore-arms, in a human like and comical pantomime .' YY’e were in no condition to relish the amusement. Every man hastened to arm him self, those who had emptied their rifles hur riedly reloading them. ‘ For your life don’t!’ cried Garey, catch ing at the gun of one of the hunters. The caution came too late; half-a-dozen bullets w>;re already whistling upwards. The effect was just w hat the trapper had an ticipated. The bears, maddened by\ the bul lets, which had harmed them no more than the pricking of as many pins, dropped to their all fours again, and with fierce grow'.s, commenced descending the cliff. The scene of confusion was now at its height. Several of the men, less brave than their comrades, ran off to hide themselves in the snow, while others commenced climbing the low pine trees. ‘ Cache the gals !’ cried Garey. ‘Hyar, yer darned Spanish greasers! if yer wont fight, hook on to the women a whecn o’ yer, and toat them to the snow. Cowardly slinks —wagh !’ ‘See to them, doctor,’ I shouted to the Ger man, who, I thought, might be best spared from the fight, and the next moment the doc tor, assisted bv several Mexicans, was hurry ing the terrified girls towards the spot where he had left the Cimmaron. Many of us knew that to hide, under the circumstances, would be worse than useless. The fierce but sigacious brutes would have discovered us one by one, and destroyed us in wlelail. ‘They must be met and fought!’ that was the word, and we resolved to carry it into execution. There were about a dozen of us who ‘stood up to it’—all the Delawares and Shawanoes, with Garey and the mountain men. YVe kept firing at the bears as they ran along the ledges in their zig zag descent, but our rifles were but ol order, our fingers were numbed with cold, and our nerves weakened with hunger. Our bullets drew blood from the hideous brutes, yet no: a shot proved deadly. It only stung them into fiercer rage. It was a tearful moment when the last shot was fired, and still not an enemy the. less. We flung away the guns, and, clutching the hatchets and hunting-knives, silently awaited our grizzly friends. We had taken our stand Close 10 me roi-n. It was our design to have the first blow, as the animals, for the most part, came sterr.-forc most down the cliff. In this we were disap pointed. On reaching a ledge some ten 1e. t from the platform, the foremost bear hailed, and seeing our position, hesitated to descend. The next moment, his companions, maddened with wounds, tumbling down upon the same ledge, and with fierce growls, the five huge bodies were precipitated into our midst. Then came the desperate struggle, which I cannot describe,—ths shouts of the hunters, the w ilder yells of our Indian allies, the hoarse worrying of the bears, the ringing of the tom ahawks from skulls like flint, the deep, dull ‘thud- of the stabbing-knife, and now and then a groan, as the crescent claw tore up the cling ing muscle. O God ! it was a fearful scene ! Over the platform bears and men went rolling and struggling, in the wild battle ut life aud death. Through the trees, and into the deep drift, staining the snow with their mingled blood. Here, two or three men were engaged with a single foe, there, some brave hunter was battling alone.. Several were sprawling upon the ground. Every moment the bears were lessening the number of their assailants ! I had been struck down at the commence . 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Letting go the frenchman, the bear turned' suddenly, and reared upon me. 1 endeavored to avoid the encounter, and ran backward, fending him offaith my knife. All at once I came against a snow-drift, and fell over on my back. £rext moment, lh« heavy body was precipitated upon me, the sharp claws pierced deep into my shoulder, / inhaled the monster's fetid breath ; and strik ing wildly with my right arm, still free, we rolled over and over in fhe snow. I was blinded by the dry drift. I fell my self growing weaker and weaker; it was the loss of blood. I shouted—a despairing shout —but it could not have been heard ten paces’ distance. Then there was a strange hissing' sound in my ears—a bright light flashed acrossr my eyes ; a burning object passed over my face, scorching the skin ; there was a smell as of singing hair ; 1 could hear voices,- mixed with the roars of my adversary ; and all at once the claws were drawn out of my fleshy the weight was lifted from my breast, and I was alone 1 I rose to mv feet, and rubbing the snow out of my eyes, looked around. I could see no One. 1 was in a deep hollow made by our struggles, bat I was alone ! The snow all around me was dyed to i crimson ; but w hat had become of my terrible antagonist? Who had rescued me from his deadly embiacc ? i staggered forward to' the open ground.— Here a new scene met my gaZe ; a Strange-' looking man was running across the platform', with a huge firebrand—the bole of a burning pine tree—which he waved in the air. He was chasing one of the bears, that, growling with rage and pain, was mating every effort to reach the cliffs. Two others were already half way up, and evidently clambering with great difficulty, as the blood dropped bach from their wounded flanks. The bear that was pursued soon took to tha rocks, and urged by the red brand scorching his shaggy hams,-was soon beyond the reach of his pursuer. The latter now made towards a fourth, that was was still battling with two or threo weak antagonists. This one was ‘routed’ in a twinkling, and with yells of ter ror ‘ollotvcd his comrades up the cliff. The strange man looked around for the fifth. It had disappeared. Prostrate, wounded men were strewed over the ground, but the bear was nowhere to be seen, lie had doubtless escaped through the snow. 1 was still wondering whn was the hero of the firebrand, and where he had come from.J I have said tie was a strangc-looking man. lie was so—and like no one of our party that I could think of. His head was bald—no, not bald, but naked—there was not a hair upon it, crown or sides, and it glistened in the clear light like polished ivory. 1 was puzzled be yond expression, when a man—Garey—who had been felled upon the platform by a blow Pom one of the hears, suddenly sprang to his feet exdaim'ng ; ‘ Go it, Doc ! Three chyafs for the doctor!' To my astonishment, 1 now recognized the features of that individual, the absence of j whose brown locks had produced such a met ' amorphosis as, I believe, was never effsetsd by means of borrowed hair. ‘ Here's your scalp, Doc,’ Cried Garey, run ning up with the wig; ‘by the livin' thunder! yer saved us all and the hunter seized the German in his wild embrace. Wounded men were all around, znd com menced crawling together. But where was the fifth of the hears ? Pour only had escaped by the cliff. • Yonder he goes 1’ cried a voice, as a light spray, yising alove the snow-wreath, showed ‘ that some animal was struggling through the drift. Sev^jal commenced loading theit rules, in tendin' to follow, and, if possible, secure him. j The doctor armed himsell with a fresh pine ; but before these arrangements were completed a strange cry came from the spot, that caused our blood to run cold again. The Indians leaped to their feet, and seising their toma hawks, rushed to the spot. They knew the meaning of that cry—it was the death-yell of their tribe ! They entered the road that we had trampled down in tho morning, followed by those who had loaded their guns. We watched them ( from the platform with anxious expectation, hut before they reached the spot, we could see that the ‘stoor’ was slowly settling down. It was plain that the Struggle had ended. We still stood waiting inbreathless silence, and watching the floating spray that noted their progress through the drift. At length i they had reached the scene of the struggle.— There was an ominous stillness that lasted for a moment, and then the Indian's fate was an nounced in the sad, wild note that name wail ing up the valley. It was the dirge of it * ! Shawano warrior ! They had found their hrave comrade- dead* with his scalping-knife buried in the heart ojf his terrib'e antagonist!’ How it Goes.—The New Hirapshire PSH riot has cheering indurations, in letters from » hundred towns, that the democracy are deter mined In change the gorernraeol of that state at the election in March, and drive out the | know nnihltvgs and their abettors. Many old and respectable whig*. is ****• ,he'r own party being without any organiialioo, are de termined to join the democrats, a* the only true and consistent supporters of the constitution and the Union. _ For Agriculturists—When does a cow make good meat? When it’s (s) potted.