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The Tale or the Terrible Fire.
I will tell you the tale of the terrible fire
It springs from the earthit is dreadful and
In the dark
See the spark
i See it grow
In its frame
See it glow
See it burning and blazing
See it spring into life
With a vigor amazing
How it longs for the strife!
Hear the noise and the rattle
How it swells how it grows,
Like the crash of a battle,
Like the clash of the foes!
Sec it rushing and rising and roaring,
See it trying to touch a tall star
It seems in the sky to be soaring
Like a flag of fierce flame from afar,
See it turning and burning and braving
See it streaming and gleaming and red!
Ah! the smoke in the airnow is waving
Like a winding-sheet of dull lead.
Hear it laugh with wild glee at each futile
To quench or to quell its exuberant force
Ii is flaming and free and fantastic forever
It delights and exults with no pang of re
With no pain, with but passionmad pass
ion it quivers
With its pennon, of scarlet, the bloodiest
With its gleaming streams and its rearing
It dares'to do all things that flame dares
How it darts, how it dances and dashes,
As though it had taken for aim
To reduce all the world into ashes
And to fling all the stars into flame!
It is showing its wonderful daring
It is turning the sky into hell!
How it lazily lingers
With its swell and its fall
With its fiery fingers
Weirdly weavinfl a pall
With its blistering kisses
On face and on form!
Of its flashes
Till its cries
Tell its doom
And it dies
In the gloom.
I havetold you the tale of the terrible fire
It has sung its last song to its luminous lyre,
It has sung its last song, it has breathed its
It has lived without life, it has died without
death. Appletnn Journal for July.
Saved by a Flush of Lightning.
My name is Hunt. YeF, sir Anthony
Hunt. I am a settler on this Western
prairie. Wilds? Yes, sir it's little else
than wilds now, but you should have seen
it when I and my wife first moved up here.
There was not a house within sight for
miles. Even now we have not many
neighbors but those we have are down
right good ones. To appreciate -your
neighbors as you ought, sir, you must
live in these lonely places, so far removed
from the haunts of man.
What I am about to tell of happened
ten years ago. I was going to the distant
town, or settlement, to sell some fifty
head of cattlefine creatures, sir, as ever
you saw. The journey was a more rare
event with me than it is now and my
wife had always plenty of commissions
to charge me. with in the shape of dry
goods and groceries, and such like things.
Our youngest child was a sweet little
gentle thing, who had been mamed after
her Aunt Dorothy. We called the child
Dolly. This time my commission includ
ed one lor hera doll. She had never
had a real doll that is, a bought doll,
only the rag buudles her mother made
for her. For some days before my de
parture the child could talk of nothing
elseor we, either, for the matter of that
for she was a great pet, the darling of
us all. It was to be a big, big doll with
golden hair and blue eyes. I shall never
forget the child's words the morning I was
starting, as she ran after me to the gate,
or the pretty picture she made. There
are some children sweeter and prettier
than others, sir, as you can't but have no
ticed, aud Dolly was one.
UA very great big doll, please, daddy,"
she called out after me "and please
bring it very soon."
I turned to nod a "yes" to her as she
stood in her clean whitey -brown pinafore
against the gate, her nut-brown hair fall
ing in curls about her neck and the light
breeze stirring them.
"A brave doll," I answered, "for my
little onealmost asbig as Dolly."
Nobody would believe, I dare say, how
full my thoughts were of that promised
doll, as I rode along, or what a nice one
I meant to buy. It was not often I spent
money in what my good, thrifty wife
would call waste but Dolly was Dolly
and I meant to do it now.
The cattle sold, I went about my pur
chases, and soon had no end of parcels to
be packed in the saddle-bags. Tea, su
gar, rice, candlesbut I need not weary
you, sir, with telling of them, together
with the calico for shirts and nightgown's
and the delaine for the children's new
frocks. Last of all, I went about the doll
and found a beauty. It was not as big
as Dolly, or half as big but it had flaxen
curls and sky-blue eyes and by dint ol
pulling a wire you could open or shut
the eyes at will.
"Do it up carefuVy." said to the
storekeeper. "My little daughter would
cry sadly if any harm comes to it."
The day was pretty well ended before
all my work was done and, just for a
moment or two, I hesitated whether I
should not stay in the town and start for
home in the morning. It would have
been the more piudent course. But I
thought of poor Dolly's anxiety to get
her treasure, and of my own happiness
in watching the rapture in her delighted
eyes. So with my parcels packed in the
best way they could be, 1 mounted my
horse and started. It was as good and
steady a horse as you ever rode, sir but
night began to set in before I was well
a mile away from the town it seemed as
if it were going to be an ugly night, too.
Again the thought struck meshould I
turn back and wait till morning? I. had
the price of the cattle, you see, sir, in
my breast pocket and robberies, sir,
aye, and murders, also, were not quite
unknown things on the prairie. But I
had my brace of sure pistols with me,
and decided to press onward.
The night came on as dark as pitch,
and part of the way my road would be
pitch dark beside. But on that score I
had no fear I knew the road well, every
inch of it, though I could not ride so
fast as I should have done in the light.
I was about six miles from
one less welcome: Was it a trap to hin
der me on my way and ensnare me
There might be midnight robbers who
would easily hear of my almost certain
ride home that night, and of the money
I should have about me.
I don't think, sir, I am more ti .lid
than other peoplenot so much so per
haps, as some but I confess the idea
made me uneasy. My best plan was to
ride on as fast as 1 could, and get out of
the mystery into safe quarters. Just here
was about the darkest bit of road in all
the route. Mounting my horse, I was
about to urge him on when the cry came
again. It did sound like a child'sthe
plaintive wail of a child nearly exhausted.
"God guide mo!" I said, undecided
what to do. As I sat another moment
listening, I once more heard the cry
fainter and more faint. I threw myself
oft my horse, with an exclamation.
"Be it ghost or be it robber, Anthony
Hunt is not one to abandon a child to die
without trying to save it."
But how was I to save it?how find
it? The more I searched about the less
could any hands light on anything, save
the sloppy earth. The voice had quite
ceased now, so I had no guide from that.
While I stood trying to peer into the
darkness, all my ears alert, a flood of
sheet lightning suddenly illuminated the
plain. At a little distance, just beyond a
kind of ridge or gentle hill, I caught a
glimse of something white. It was dark
again in a moment, but I made my way
with unerring instinct. Sure enough,
there lay a poor little child. Whether
boy or girl I could not tell. It seemed
to be three parts insensible now, as I took
it up, dripping with wet, from the sloppy
"My poor little thing'" I said as I
hushed it to me. "We'll go and find
mammy. You are safe now."
And in answer the child' Just put out
its feeble hand, moaned once, and nestled
close to me.
With the child hushed to my breast I
rode on. Its perfect silence soon showed
me that it slept. And,sir, I thanked God
that he had let me save it, and I thought
how grateful some poor mother would be!
But I was full of wonder for all that,
wondering what extraordinary fate had
taken any young child to that solitary
Getting in sight of home, I saw all the
windows alight. Deborah had done it
for me, I thought, to guide me home in
safety through the darkness. But pres
ently I knew that something must be the
matter, for the very few neighbors we
had were gathered there. My heart stood
still with fear. I thought of some calam
ity to one or other of the children. I
had saved a little one from perishing, but
what might not have happened to my
Hardly daring to lift the latch, while
my poor tired horse stood still and mute
outside, I went slowly in, the child in my
arms covered over with the flap of my
long coat. My wife was weeping bitter-
"What's amiss?" I asked in a faint
voice. And it seemed that a whole
chorus of voices answered me:
"Dolly lost!" Just for a moment my
heart turned sick. Then some instinct,
like a ray of light and hope, seized upon
me. Pulling the coat off the face of the
child I held, I lifted the little sleeping
thing to the light and saw Dolly!
"Yes, sir. The child I had saved was
no other than my ownmy little Dolly.
And I knew that God's good angels had
guided me to save her, and that the first
flash of the summer lightning had shone
just at the right moment to hhow me
where she lay. It was her white sun
bonnet that had caught my eye. My
darling it was, and hone other, that I had
picked up on the drenched road.
Dolly, anxious for her doll, had wan
dered out unseen to meet me in the after
noon. For some hours she was not
missed. It chanced that my two eldest
girls had gone over to our nearest neigh
bor's, and my wife, missing the child
just afterward, took it for granted she was
The little one had gone on and on, until
night and the storm overtook her, when
she fell down frightened and utterly ex
hausted. I thanked Heaven aloud before
them all, sir, as I said that none but God
and His holy angels had guided melo
her. It's not much of a story to listen to,
sir. I am aware of that. "But I often
think of it in the long nights, lying
awake and I ask myself bow I could
bear to live on now, had I run away from
the poor little cry in the road, hardly
louder than a squirrel's chirp, and left mv
child to die.
Yes, sir, you are right that's Dolly out
yonder with her mother, picking fruit
the little trim figure in pinkwith just
the same sort of white sun-bonnet on her
head that she wore that night ten years
ago. She is a girl that is worth saving,
sir, though I say it and God knows that
as long as my life lasts I shall be thank
ful that I came on home that night in
stead of stavine in the town.Exchange
From the Washington Post.
The startling rumor of Justice Miller's
dangerous condition yesterday caused
much excitement and an almost constant
stream of callers at his residence. The
truth is that the gentleman has under
gone an operation, known among surj
geons as a capital one, but was, at a late
hour last evening, doing better even than
could be hoped or expected. He had
been suffering for a considerable time
with stones in the bladder, and though
the family physician Dr. J. C. Riley, had
done all for the case that lay in the phy
sician's power, it lately became evident
that radical means would have to be
adopted to effect a cure.
After much consultation and corre
spondence the Justice detei mined to sub
mit to an operation at the hands of Dr. A
P. Smith, of Baltimore. Judge Miller at
one lime comtemplated going to England
te place himself under the care of Sir
Henry Thompson, who operated on Na
poleon III, but on comparing records
found that while Dr. Thompson lost
about one out of every twelve cases,
Dr. Smith had made fifty-three entirely
successful operations without losing a
case* Accordingly, on Saturday at 1
o'clock Drs. A. P. Smith, J. C. Riley, N.
S. Lincoln and J. S. Beale assembled in
the patient's bedroom, and after Dr. Ri
ley had obtained complete ansesthesis by
means of chloroform and ether, the later
al operation of lithotomy was performed
by Dr. Smith, assisted by other tiysi
cians. Mr. Miller was quickly rea ored
to consciousness, and bore the subset uent
treatment with great fortitude. Dr. 6
stayed with him all night, and left
yesterday morning doing cxcell ntly
The stone removed was as large
small hen's egg.
Sense ana JNonneiise.
Steal worksSavings banks.
A two-foot rulekeep your feet dry.
Love, Are and a cough cannot be hid.
Many will give advice few will give help.
Measure ten times, you can cut only once.
A worm on the hook is worth two in the
Our actions are our own their consequences
belong to Heaven.
There is a boy in Chicago so bright that
his mother looks at him through smoked
I would not live alwaj-, I care not to stay,
it cost too much for washing, wearing three
shirts a day.
Who is powerful? He who can control his
passions. Who is rich? He who is contented
with what he has.
A granger observed a lady kick up her
skirts yesterday, and exclaimed: "Lor', I've
a cow that can do that!"
One of Jasper's converts is frank enough
to reply "I doan know wheddcr I'ze got re
ligion or nottry me wid a chickun!"
"What is patience?" asked a teacher of a
class of children. "Wait a wee, and dinna
weary," answered a little Scotch girl.
A shopkeeper of great experience says that
however talkative' clerks may be during the
day, they are always ready to shut up at
Practical observations by the Worcester
Press: "The pen is mightier than the sword,
but the humble paste-pot is greater than he
that taketh a city."
The closest shave in the way of a joke re
cently, is the observation that the grass is no
short in Colorado, that it has to be lathered
before it can be mowed.
One extra strong-minded woman has re
marked that an old bachelor is a man who,
through selfish motives, has refrained from
making some woman wretched.
The Detroit Free Press asks: "Are water
melons healthy*" They are not. They are
dropsical, and never attain a "ripe old age,"
seldom living over six months.
A Maiden school teacher kept a youth 15
minutes after school, and the bov asked her
to make it half an hour, as he thought she
was the prettiest teacher in town.
"Beg: pardon for stepping on your train,"
said a fop at a ball then added, 'you ought to
have a cow-catcher on it." "And I would have
caught a calf," said the young lady.
A Mr. Post, of Ohio, aged one hundred
years, is missing from home. His friends
should look for him in the dead letter office,
where he is probrbly held for Post age.
"Thought I'd leave my measure on your
floor,"said a man who fell down in a barroom.
"No necessity for that," said the barkeeper
"We know exactly how much you hold."
The Russians give their dogs the powdered
larvae of the rose-beetle as a preventive for
hydrophobia. The same remedy is given to
human beings who have been bitten by dogs.
Success in life is very apt to make us forget
the time when we weren't much. It is just
so with the frog on a jump he can't remem
ber when he was a tadpolebut other folks
These are days of progress. It took Moses
forty years to travel through the wilderness.
The average bank cashier of to-day*would
cover the ground in about twenty-four
The following sentiment is attributed to
Napoleon Bonaparte: "A handsome woman
pleases the eye, but a good woman pleases the
heart. The one is a jewel, the other a
Angels in the grave will not question thee
as to the amount of wealth thou has left be
hind thee, but of good deeds thou hast done
in the world, to entitle thee to a seat among
"I wonder where those clouds are going,"
sighed Flora, pensively, as she pointed, with
a delicate finger, to the heavy masses floating
in the Bky, "I think they are going to thund-
er," said her brother.
Women are not very proud of their ances
try not nearly so much as men. You will
find a thousand men named Adam where you
will find one woman named after her Ulustri
ous grandmother, Eve.
The ruling passion cropped out in a barber,
who while shaving the face of dead man gave
the corpse the whole history of the European
war, the rise and fall of gold, and the pro
gress of the rapid transit railroads.
A man in Illinois committed suicide by
drowning,lately, in six inches of water. He
couldn't have done it alone, but his wife, with
the self-sacrificing devotion and helpfulness
so characteristic of the sex, sat on his head.
Sarah Ann: Oh, ain't my brother a clever
boy, Eliza Jane? He's on'y bin to school
two months, an' he's got the catechism. Eliza:
Wot's that? Why my brother's on'y bin to
school two weeks an' he's got the measles.
As a note of travelon lootthe remark of
a tramp who was begging something to eat is
one of the best on record. He was so thin,
he said, that when he had a pain* he couldn't
tell whether it was a stomach-ache or a back
The phonograph may bottle up the voice
and pass.it down to future ages but the
smile that twists the face of a man as he
seeks solitude and gazes upon his name in
print for the first time, will always have to be
A Germantown gentleman has a dog that
will not permit him to enter the house if his
wife his out of temper. The animal foresees
a "time" between his master and mistress,
and out of consideration for thelatter prevents
"And now, young gentlemen, which of you
can tell the name of the greatest of the plan
etsthe champion planet, so to speakof our
solar system?" I can sir. "It's Saturn."
And how is that, pray? "Why, because he
carries the belt"
"What's that?" he asked his landlady, as she
set his cup by his plate. "Coffee," was the
promptreply. "Ah," innocently remarked the
boarder, with an air of interest "and what is it
made of?" And there was silence around-the
table for the space of half an hour.
One of the great and lamentable mistakes of
many pastors is in not "weaving in" some
thing for the children at every public Sunday
service. A a rule, every part of every service
is beyond their reach, whether it be the pray
ing, reading, singing or preaching.
Mrs. Dennison, says an exchange, has made
money enough out of "That Husband of
Mine" to purchase a Washington residence.
It is not strange many a woman has made
enough money out of that husband of hers to
go into all sorts of extravagances.
Sunday at homeMamma: "Now'Jack,
there are ten commandments you have to
keep. If you took a thing that wasn't yours
you would break a commandment." Jack
(remembering something about some little
darkies): "And then there'd be nine."
"Ten dimes make one dollar," said the
schoolmaster. "Now go on, sir. Ten dollors
make one what?" "They make one mighty
glad these times," replied the boy and the
teacher, who hadn't got his last month's sal
ary yet concluded that the boy was about
Let him who gropes painfully in darkness
or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that
the dawn may ripen into day, lay this precept
well to heart: "Do the duty which lies near
est to thee, which thou knowest to be a duty
thy second duty will have already becom*
"Is it becoming to me?" asked she, as she
paraded in the costume of one hundred
years ago before her husband. "Yes mv
dear," said he meekly. "Don't you wish "I
could dress this way all the time?" she asked.
"No, my dear," he replied "but I wish you
had lived when that was the style."
A celebrated actress, whose fresh smile and
silvery voice favored the deception, always
called herself sweet sixteen." She stated
her age as sixteen in a court as witness. Her
son was directly afterward called up, and
asked how old ho was. "Six months older
than mother," was the honest and candid
"How did you come to know her?" asked a
mother of her little girl as she saw her bid
ding good-bye to a poorly-dressed child at the
church door. "Why you see, mamma, she
came into our Sunday-school alone, and I
made a place for her on mv scat, and I smiled
and she smiled,and then we were acquainted."
Pat applied for a ticket to "New York" at
the Providence station, the other day.
"Shore line?" said the ticket clerk.
"Shure lino. What ud I be takin' a line as
wasn't sure, fur?"
"Shore, I said shore on shore," said the
"Shore! to be sure I do 'l'm not goiner to
say at all, begorra d'y think I'm after a
sthereidge passage, an' not acquainted wid a
How the Weather is Foretold.
In formei times, the chief herald of
the weather was the almanac, which
ambitiously prophesied a whole year of
cold and heat, wet and, dry, dividing up
the kinds of weather quite impartially,
if not always correctly.
But the almanac, good as it was now
and then, and the weather-wise farmers,
correct as sometimes they might have
been, were not always able to impart ex
act information to the country and they
have been thrown quite into the shade of
late, by one who is popular known under
the somewhat disrespectful title of "Old
Prob," or "Old Probabilities." He has
become the Herald of the Weather to the
sailor, near the rocky, dangerous coasts
to the farmer, watching his crops, and
waiting for good days to store them to
the traveler, anxious to pursue his jour
ney under fair skies and to the
girls and boys who want to know,
before they start to the woods for a pic
nic, what are the "probabilities" as to
Everyone who reads the daily paper is
familiar with the "Weather Record," is
sued from the "War Department, office
of the Chief Signal Officer," at Washing
ton. These reports give, first, a general
statement of what the weather has been,
for the past twenty-four hours, all over
the country, from Maine to California,
an 1 from the Lakes to the South Atlantic
States and then "Probabilities," or "In-
dications," for the next twenty-four hours,
over this same broad tetiifory.
nual reports to the Chief Signal Officer
show that in only comparatively few in
stance do these daily predictions fail of
The reason these prophecies are so
true is a simple and yet a wonderful one.
The weather itself tells the observer
what it is going to do, sometime in ad
vance, and the telegraph sends the news
all over the country, from the central sig
nal office at Washington.
We shall see, presently, how the weath
er interprets itself to "Old Probabilities."
Although it has proved such a fruitful
subject of discourse in all flees, yet I am
afraid many people who pass remarks
upon it, do not really think what the
weather is made of. Let us examine its
The atmosphere has weight, just as wa
ter or any other fluid, although it seems
to be perfectly bodiless. Wc must com
prehend that the transparent invisible air
is pressing inward toward the center of
the earth. This pressure varies according
to the state of the weather, and the
changes are indicated by an instrument
called a barometer. Generally speaking,
the falling of the mercury in the tube of
the barometer indicates rain, and its rise
heralds clear weather. Sometimes the
rise is followed by cola winds, frosts and
ice. What these changes really indicate,
however, can be determined only by com
paring the barometric chanpes, on certain
hours, in a number of places very far
apart.' This is done by the Signal Ser
vice. Observations are made at about
one hundred and forty stations, in differ
ent portions of the country, at given
hours, and the results are telegraphed at
once to Washington, where our faithful
"weather clerk" receives them, reasoning
out from them the "probabilities" which
he publishes three times in every
twenty-four hours. But the atmosphere
varies not only in weight, but also in
temperature. The thermometer tells us
of such changes.
Beside this, the air contains a great
amount of moisture, and it shows as much
variation in this characteristic as ia the
others. For the pnupose of making
known the changes in the moisture of the
atmosphere, an instrument has been in
vented called a "wet-bulb" thermometer.
We are thus enabled to ascertain the
weight or pressure, the iemperature, and
the wetness of the air, and now it only
remains for us to measure the force, and
point out the direction of the wind. This
is done by the familiar weather-vane and
the anemometer. The vane shows the
direction, and the anemometer is an in
strument which indicates the velocity of
It is by a right understanding of all
these instruments that the Signal-Service
officer is enabled to tell what the weather
says of itself for they are the pens with
which the weather writes out the facts
from which the officer makes up his re
prorts for the benefit of all concerned.
Thus, however wildly and blindly the
storm may seem to come, it sends mes
sengers telling just where it arose, what
course it will take, and how far it will ex
tend. But it tells its secrets to those on
ly who pay strict attention.Jatnes H.
Flint, in St. NicJwlasfor July.
Two Humble Heroes,
France reckons two braves more. A
fireman at Tarbes rushed among the
burning ruins of a house to save his cap
tain and a clergyman, who were buried
beneath the floor'in endeavoring to res
cue the inmates. The fireman remained
trying to extricate the captain, but with
out avail, till the flesh peeled off his
hands and face. He has died from his
wounds, has been buried at the nation's
expense and for a month his name will be
read out first on the roll-call of every
regiment in the army.
Jean Plantier is a pointsman, and a
few months ago, in endeavoring to close
the gates of a crossing, he was struck
down by a goods train, and his arm am
putated. Not a soul was within reach,
and aware that an express train was due,
he tied up the bleeding stump and re
mained at his post till a station-master,
informed by the engine-driver that some
accident haV occurred, picked up the arm
from the rail and succored the hero.
Youth and Age.
When the bloom was on the beach,
When the light was in the sky,
And the lore the heart would teach
Fled the lip but lit the eye
"When the joy we dared not measure
Came as wantom as asblrd's,
And the hand's first gentle pressure
Told a tale too deep for words!
Oh, how sweet it was to wander,
On those tender afternoons,
Where the sea beach with its thunder
Cooled the air of sultry Junes
Where the waves retreating, swelling,
Swept the seashells on the shore,
Beating music to the telling
Of those tender tales of yore!
And how sweeter still to linger,
Ere the moon was in the sky,
While the West with lifted finger
Hushed the earth for day to die
Oh, how sweet it was and sweeter,
Down the brookside by the lane,
There with bated breath to greet ber
With a rapture wrought to pain!
Or beside the old farm orchard,
Out beyond the meadow-lot,
Shy, enchanted, blissful, tortured
Will she come or will she not?
Oh, those days and oh, those meetings,
Such soul pleasures such heart-beatintrs
What has after-life like this
One fond smileto last forever!
So we deem it at the time
Hands enclasped, that ne'er shall sever
Mark the faith of youth sublime!
Yet life's joys and bitternesses,
Stamping in their gradual truth,
Prove that garnered age confesses
Treasures richer far than youth.
New York World.
The 'M limners" of Maine.
In February last, I was riding in a
sleigh, from Shirley to Greenville, in
Maine. I was a commercial traveler,
and my companion in the cutter, Mr.
Long, was an old schoolmate from New
York, now a saw-mill owner, of Green
ville. Riding just behind us in a rude
pung were two Canadian Frenchmen,
whom he had hired to work in his mill.
At the foot of a long hill I sprang from
the sleigh to warm my feet by walking,
and, as I leaped out. the board seat, on
the extreme end ot which my friend sat,
tipped up and he fell out into the deep
snow. He jumped up and laughed. Just
then saw the Erenchmen tumble back
ward out of their sleigh, exactly as Mr.
Lcng had done. It was a ludicrous mim
icry and I could not understand it. We
stopped their lazy horse and laughed at
them as they came up, but they only
pointed at Long, muttered something in
mongrel French and shook their heads
seriously. One of them had struck on
his head and sprained his neck.
"Well," said Long. "I'd no idea those
fellows were jumpers."
"Jumpers?" I asked "what's jumpers?"
"Why, didn't you ever hear of jumping
"Never in my life."
"These are jumping Frenchmen. They
tumbled out of that seat just because they
saw me tumble, and they couldn't have
helped it to save their lives. This coun
try is full of jumpers."
"Can't they control their conduct in
"Oh, yes in most ways, when they are
not jumped but youjumponeof them
and over he goes."
"Jump one of them! Come, explain.
You'll have to make your joke plainer."
"No joke, pon honor. By jumping
one of them I mean surprising him.
Startle him in any way and you set him
going at once. I'll show you a lot of
them when we get to Greenville."
We were in the upper half of Maine.
Greenville is at the lower end of Moose
head lake, which is the source of the Ken
nebec river, and is the center of a vast
lumber region. It contains some fifty
houses, among which are two large hotels
which are filled with pleasure-seekers in
summer. More than half of the lumber
men employed in the woods in winter, I
learned from L., are Canadian French, or
half-breedsunkempt half clad, and so
ignorant that not more than one in two
hundred can read, print oi write his name.
Most of these, he said, are jumpers
^'Now foilow me into the.dining-room,"
he added, as he hitched the two horses in
front of a small hotel, through the win
dows of which we could see a dozen red
shirted men at supper. I followed him
in. As h'e catered-the room he raised his
hands suddenly above his head, pointed
his fore-fingers at the ceiling, and said,
"Sh-h!" so as to be heard by all. The
men around the table instantly sprang
up, pointed tneir fore-fingers at the ceil
ing, and every one said, "Sh-h!" One
knocked over his chair, and some crock
ery was broken by the jog that the table
received. The two Frenchmen who had
followed their employer also repea'ed the
same gesture, and "said, "Sh-h!" The
men aronnd the table flushed, and then
turned pale as they resumed their seats.
They recognized Long as he saluted, thein
in their peculiar French-Indian patois
but they were surly and indisposed to
talk. We soon withdrew.
"Well," said Lons\ "they're jumpers."'
"What did they do that for?" I asked.
"They couldn't have helped it if their
lives had been at stake."
I wanted to investigate this strange
phenomenon, if, indeed, it was genuine
but I was to start next morning for Ban
"I have never seen any of these queer
creatures down along the coast," I said.
"No," said Long, "they are confined to
Canada and the frontiermainly in the
lumbering region. There are thousands
of jumpers in Maine. By the way, you
are coming back in April. Just make a
stay of a fortnight, and I'll show you
more jumpers than you can count, and
more odd and exciting tricks than you
ever dreamed of. Jumpers come in out
of the woods in the spring, and they will
be loafing around here in April, drinking
whisky and spending their winter's ear
1 promised I would do it, and I did.
I stayed there nearly a month. What he
told me is a fact. Jumping Frenchmen
are as thick as frogs, and they are not
much more intelligent. Jumping or
shouting, or moving suddenly when start
ed, is peculiar to most of them. I have
seen as many as twenty-five jumpers to
gether. Touch one of them when he was
not expecting it, on the neck, or even on the
hand, and he would cry out, trembling,
turn pale and catch his "breath, and his
crying out would be pretty certain to start
There are many different kinds ot jump-
ers. Some, when startled, fiercely strike
out directly in front of them, "bitting
whatever is in the way. As made it my
business to watch these men, I saw a good
as they generally struck only the air!
They tike to tease one another, or jump
one another, as it is called there. This is
their principal source of fun, and when
ever there is a gathering of them they
warily watch to avoid a jump: Occasion
ally a man when laughing is jiimped
either by a sudden noise a chiphittini
him on the back. Then he flings away
whatever he has in his hands, saw one
pouring some milk into his coffee. I
shouted to hini, "fling it" and he flung
the pitcher across the room, smashing it
against the wall. A gong hung behind a
door, but it had not been used for years
on occount of its startling effect on jump
ers. One day a stranger tapped it. A
man whom I was trying to talk with
struck aimlessly into the air, and another
knocked a friend into the great fireplace.
Any of these jumpers can be made to
strike anybody that stands near enough,
by shouting to him. "Hit him!"- Long
tells me that seven were knocked down
in a second, the general assault being in
duced by a clumsy waiter dropmng a
tray. I saw ono fellow who sneezes
whenever any body else sneezes, or even
when anybody indulges in a simulated
sneeze. His nervous system seems to be
easily imposed on. I saw another who,
though he does not know a word of Eng
lish, will repeat any short sentence spoxen
to him suddenly.
"Good morning, how'd do?" I said to
"Good morning, how'd do?'' he re
peated after me, with excellent articula
tion.N. T. Sun.
An Appalling Chinese Cure.
It is an undoubted fact that even down
to the time of Sydenham, "mumm v" was
held to be a drug of great curative pow
ers in China, and was administered in
cases of fever an'i ague. But what should
be said of the "exhibition" to a patient
of apiece of human flesh freshly taken
from the living subject? This exception
ally appalling medicament seems to have
been made use of under very singular
circumstances in China. A recent number
of the Pekin Gazette published an appli
cation to the emperor from the governor
general of the province of Kwang-Tung,
for permission to erect a memorial struc
ture in honor of the filial devotion of a
young lady twenty-one years of age, the
daughter of a magistrate of Canton. She
is described as having been "brought up
by ber father from childhood, well edu
cated, and deservedly reputed for virtue
and intelligence." In the spring of last
year her papa fell ill, and was most ten
derly nursed by his devoted daughter.
At the end 6f six months the old gentle
man became much worse, whereupon the
young lady cut a piece of flesh from her
arm and mixed it with his medicine.
This remedy proved fatal to the patient
and his daughter, who had vowed to
sacrifice her life for his, poisoned herself
on the same day that her father died.
This melancholy story of heroic filial
piety, mingled with the most barbarous
ignorance and superstition, may be in
structively read in juxtaposition with a
letter received in Shanghai from the Ro
man Catholic bishop of Shanshi. Says
Monsignor Monagatta, who is a resident
of Tai Yuen, the capital of a province in
which famine has been raging with the
most fearful severity: "Until lately the
starving people were content to feed on
the dead but now they are slaughtering
the living for food. The husband eats
his wife parents eat their children and
in their turn sons and daughters eat their
dead parents. This goes on almost every
day." Cannibalism has in a more or less
marked degree been an attendant hoiror
on the majority of great famines but th 1
systematic eating of human flesh in a
time of scarcity is hardly to be wondered
at in a country where" young ladies of
rank, education, and intelligence grow
up to be twenty-one in the belief that a
piece of human flesh can be benificial as
an inward medicament. It may be men
tioned that the imperial government
has sanctioned the erection of the memo
rial to the daughter ot the Canton magis
trate, but that only very languid steps
have been taken to alleviate the ravages
of the famine.
The young men of Portugal have one
occupation more important than wearing
tight boots, ana which almos.', in fact^
goes with itthat of making the very
mildest form of love known among men.
The young gentlemen pay their address
es by simply standing in front ot the
house occupied by the object of their af
fections, while the young person in
question looks down approvingly from
an upper window, and there the matter
ends. They are not within speaking dis
tance, and have to content themselves
with expressive glances and dumb show,
for it would be thought highly unbe
coming for the ycung lady to allow a
biUct-dowx to flutter down into the street,
while the laws of gravitations stand in
the way of the upward flight of such a
document, unweighted, at least, with a
stone, and this, of course, might risk
gving the young lady a black eye, I
breaking her father's window panes. So
the lovers there remain, often for
hours, feeling no doubt very happy, but
looking unutterably foolish. These silent
courtships sometimes continue for very
long periods before the lover can ask the
fatal question, or the lady return the
How to Succeed,
this hitting, most of it harmless
Before departing for his foreign home,
Bayard Taylor made the following re
marks respecting the rules of success,
that are worth their weight in gold td
any and every young man, as the experi
ence of one whom all delight to honor:
"I have always reverently accepted
them fir ,t, labor nothing can be had for
nothing whatever a man achieves, he
must pay for it and no favor of fortune
can absolve him from his duty. Secondly,
patience and forbearance which is sim
ply dependent on the slow justice of time.
Thirdly, and most important, faith. Un
less a man believes in something far
higher than himself, something infinitely
purer and grander than he can ever be
comeunless he has an instinct of an or- j
der beyond his dreams, of laws beyond
his comprehension, of beauty, and good,
and justice, beside which his own ideals
are dark, he will fail in every loftier form
of ambition, and ought to fall.