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A FAMOUS HUNTER.
ALVAH DUNNING CLOSING A CHARMED CAREER. One of the Most Noted SLaractere of the Great Northern New York Wilder ness-Has Dueled with 10 I': ntaers -A Remarkable Mun. Alvah Dunning, the most famous of the North Woods guides, also the old est at present engaged in the business, has been spending several days in Rome, N. Y.. visiting friends and rela tives whom he had not seen in many years. !'amous men have followed Mr. Dunning through the forests andt streams of the gloat northern New York wilderness. and have partaken of his hospitality and slept in his cab in at Racquet ]e Lake. where this old man has boon domiciled for sixty-three years. The snows of eighty-three win ters have faIllen upon hint, and he is still as hardy as the oak. and he lives a simple and lonely life. Around hum on the lake shores are the luxurious cottages of the rich, who come to the woods from the city in A H I AL.VA I)DUNNING. Bummer ar bringll their fashions with them. Though he iningles with these people. It'cle Alva!, is iunontamn inated by the habits :f . ivilization. Alvah Dunning is the picture of health, carryinlg his years well, and his eyes hate a mnirry twinkle, their Visioni still being too good for tihe use of glasses. \When but ten years old he went into the woods with a party of four hunters to carry birds for them. and ever since that time his life has been mostly spent in hunting andl trap ping, and for the pa.t seventy years he has acted as guide. The last person of prominence he guided through the woods was former Gov. Black, while the latter was on his fishing trip last SsillMmer Dunning is personally acqualnted with all the noted guides, and has trapped and hunted with Guides Wood. Dunakin. Stormer and Shepard. In eight years lei killed 102 panthers: but now they ;ire extint, he having killed the last one seen in the woods at Lake Emmond:, near Bllue .iMontain l,ake, a.lout iah' ` pitrs ago. T'here were :r- :I'' -' a t:r. ndll he and the par'.y h- -vas g:id:nig brotlght theni 1down n on-. ,-o. ;h',,a ,ordr. They 'ae a:.': . :h t mnr:u (old. and w. .i , , .t fr.y- ti. linnis each. 'Th1 d:a n:, yoaena oti's r. L.:..:.- ,nd and w-illed th' rm, q'h~r , -.::.,": th i s i. .aid to t6 eeha;, , .. . :a.-" or.,. W'ow. ' n'I'r ' i- r:, ' i 'i tn in the tank lay ai' :: 'olid at the foot of the yovnra gir<. -h'I war: rld for a moment, tartly ril Ior- . o ra-; the stage di r-ctions ".,,,b hI-;'r :o waver and piartly, too. bec' : ' " l' i ' - Ii(i'ore or les' anx ious to n:u:ry it wl. iH!tu even in that -upreme momentt cher rare presence of mind didi no; ldos'-r hliir. "Where did youl get it"' she a-led, wilth a mocking laugh. rt',.ai'int' thaet salaries hafd not been paid i ix wo..ks. (' Curse yot!" hisse-d it,, ho:r;! -headed mtisereant, staga'"',iir. S5 '' I loudi hlt, nowe, of f-ondallt: i'ate,- >Iltig (lioudalto,who, when .lh': was :ihipwreccked, had lashed her to a spar alnd held al uintbrella over her to keep her silk skirt front spot ting! She would give (ondalfo her hand, and he sould lead her to the footlights. riiid they would sing an Ir Ish ballad to'ei l'r! - Detroit Journal. Lincoln's Brother-in-Law. Maj. Clement H'. Whitie. of Selma, Ala., the only iurvivintg brother-in-law of Abraham I.iti.olnt. was ill officer of the Alabullita s;it ' gutid al t ht out break of the war., anid u 'l'er' olrder':; of the ex"cutlive of ile stale took part with his commllnll!i ill tlle capture of Fort 2lo;'t,ati, !umhilu' !fy, before', Ala bama hall formallly asecded from the Union. When it wa, r.plorted it Pres Ident Lincoln that hiis brothr-iin-law had perforumed lthis, ll'inl, ,exploit against the nationaiil a tlhority, Iu) bIe ing asked what he would do about it, replied: "'Well, I suplpos I shall hive to hang White --when ,v'e ciutclh hiim." Maj. White later perfotlmd many dis tingulshed military and civil servfces for the Confedter'a'y.- N:'w York Trib une. (iracefully Suibllllitted. New York Tribune: M. rtinest Le mouve.the senior mIlnleber of the l"rench Academy. has just received by vote of his fellow-ntllmbier., the $2.000 prize of the Jean iheyuindl "oundatil.lt lie wished himtelff to give it to the author .mf "Cyratno Io HBeorgera,"' bult submit ;.ed with a good gtraie to the choice sused on nis work: collnerning educa :ion and fair.l!y life HER VALENTINE. The Lady of France In Olden lfmes Chose Him for One Year. Chicago Times-Herald: For many years it was the habit of the gay pleas ure-seekers of France, men and women, to enroll themselves in companies com posed of valentines. Every 14th of F'ebruary they would assemble in the center of the town. Here, two by two (a lady and gentleman riding to gether), the} would make the circuit of the neighborhood on hor.seback. The procession would generally be led by Cupid. Mere y, Loyalty and Chastity, attended by trumpeters, banner-bear ers and a crowd of persons, young and old. Usually the procession would re turn to the town hall. where, in a rather sacrilegious fashion, the 'Val cntines worshiped Iove in a mass. Then each pair kissed and went their selparate ways, for each was now to choose a new valentine. The names of all the gentlemen present, written on slips of parchment, were now drawn by the ladies from a casket. Thus each lady received a new mate for the com ing year. Each gentleman was bound by laws. which were read aloud to the whole company, to be faithful to the lady who had chosen him for a twelve month, Iie was to supply her with flowers. to make her stated presents, to act as her escort whenever she wished, to compose songs in her honor, to fight in her honor, to resent every insult offered her. if in any respect he failed he was to he driven from the society of the other Valentines. The code prescribed the manner of his ex communication, the final token of which wlas the burning of a bundle of -iraw on his doorsill. STILL SACRIFICING BUFFALOES How the Toda of Indall Are Dodging a Government Ban. The Tolda, who live in the vicinity of Ootamaniund have one great ambi tion, and thaw is-the slaughter of buf faloes. 'ill'y slaughter, which is done annually. says the Indian Daily News: is intended for the benefit of the souls of departed ancestors. Formerly each dead Toda required a couple of buffa loes to be sacrificed for the benefit of his soul, but the government has stopped this wholesale slaughter, and naturally the Toda is dissatisfied. Of course, he opposed this order in a con stitutional way, but the government declined to yield. and when last month the season of sacrifice arrived it took stelps to see that the order was carried out. Now the order authorizes the slaughter of two buffaloes, not per man, but per each place of slaughter. Accordingly the Todas have increased the number of places of slaughter, so as to let the soul of every dead Toda have the customary sacrifice of two buffaloes. So even the best concocted plans of the government often mis carry. The order has not diminished the slaughter of buffaloes, but has merely increased the number of places of slaughter, and thus made what was Iad enough already a good deal worse TO TEACH WINE-DRINKING. Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait, a beautiful and fashionable western woman, wants to become recognized as America's oth cial wine expert. She has made a life study of wines, and her self-appointed mission is to go among society people and "ndeavor to educate them to the correct and relled way of serving and drinking thh juice of the grape. Mrs. Wait is m(uch in earnest in her mission of winrie-drirking te:ching. She is rec ognized among her friends as being able to tell good wine from bad wine with an expertness that can be acquir MRS. FRONA EUNICE WAIT. ed only by one who has long mad3 the subject one of study and observa tion. Wears His Wife's Laurels. London Academy: A remarkable award was the prize given to M. Henri de Regnier, a poet, whose chief claim to respectf:l attention lies in the fact that he has married a distinguished poet, the daughter of the impeccable sonneteer, M. de Heredia. The prize may be dlescribed as one of collateral merit. It was in reality given to his wife, who has just published anony mously in the Revue des Deux Mondes a mo.st beautlifuul poem--'Rencontre avec Perlsepnhone.' Anonymous work cannot, even by an academy, be crown ed, so M. de Regnier gallantly wearr his wife's laurels." Van Dyck Tercentenary. In connection with the Van Dyce tercentenary, which is to be celebrated at Antwero! in August next, one mil lion special postage stamps will be Is sued, which will bear a portrait of the great painter from a drawing by Ge rard Postielje. In the program of the fetes, drawn up by the committee ap pointed for the purpose. is Included an historic-1l procession representing the development of art from the earliest knowvn time to the(, d tys of Rubens. THE DAGUERREOTYPE "It's an insult," said John Stone; hyou shall send them right back. You're Just as near a relative as the Gordons, yet they have got everything, just because they were there when your aunt died; and then because they knew you were entitled to something, in fact, just as much as they, from her estate, they have sent you this col lection of odds and ends." "Hush, John; never mind. It's not worth talking about, and we might just as well make the best of it. Beggars can't be choosers, you know, sagely remarked his wife. The cause of this outburst was an oblong green pasteboard box, which had just arrived, and whose contents, so Eleanor Stone said, were not worth the express paid on it. An accom panying note, addressed to Mrs. Stone in explanation of the box, was as fol lows: "Dear Eleanor: I send you here with what mother, May and I have picked out as your share of Aunt Mar la's belongings. They weren't as much as anticipated, and we divided the rest among ourselves, as we had the care of her in her last illness. Your affectionate cousin, "EFFIE GORDON." Eleanor Stone took the note and flung it in the stove. "So much for my cousin's affection. It's too bad. I know Aunt Marcia must have had some money, and as for the bother of her last illnes:, it was self-sought, which makes me dou :1,y sure she left some thing, for the Gordons are not the kind to put themselves out for nothing. If we only had just a little of her money to tide us over until you get well and put us on our feet again!" Aunt Marcia was Miss Marcia Per kins, a maiden great-aunt of Eleanor Stone, who had lived somewhat as a recluse, and who had recently died. Eleanor turned the box upside down, gazing regretfully at the little heap on the table. There were an old-fash ioned bone hairpin, two bits of lace, surmounted with lavender bows, such as old ladies wear for caps,two or three cheesecloth dusters, five handkerchiefs, a hair-ring, and an old-fashioned daguerreotype in a rusty black and gilt case, showing the faded counte nance of a genteel-looking youth of past date. "There," said Mrs. Stone, derisively, "is my share of my lamented aunt's estate, and here am I, who expected a hundred or two, anyway, as hard up as anybody could be. with John sick and unable to work, while Aunt Susan, Etflie and May Gordon, who know noth ing of hard times, are probably basking in the sunshine of her dollars. At this point, being of a philosoph ical turn of mind, she gathered up her inheritance, put it away in the closet, and devoted herself to he; husband, who lay grumbling on the sofa, a vic tim in the clutches of rheumatism. STOOD READING OVER HER SHOULDER. Several weeks later Eleanor was brooding over the financial situation, when the bell rang and an elderly man stood at the door. He introduced him self as "Mr. Clavers," and said that, being the Gordons' family lawyer, and happening to be in town that day, he had come at their request to ask a lit tle favor. "Would Mrs. Stone care to part with a little old-fashioned daguerreotype the Gordons had sent her in a box of things that were Miss Perkins'?" Eleanor's curiosity and suspicions were aroused by the sudden desire for this worthless relic of former days. Mr. Clavers explained that the ladies had taken a fancy for it, as an an tique merely. They would be quite willing to purchase it, and if a $10 bill would be any object--" "No," answered Eleanor, spurred on to refusal by a sudden conviction. "I didn't get many of my aunt's things, but what I did get I shall keep." Whereupon she arose and politely but unmistakably bowed the astonished old gentleman out. Then she hurried to the closet, and, rummaging around, soon found the box, and in it the daguerreotype case. This she opened and began to scratch it all over with her thumbnail and to finger its surface carefully, hoping, all the while, that she had not let a $10 bill go by for nothing. It might really be a whim of Aunt Sarah's, after all, to want the old thing; yet somehow it seemed to El eanor that she had once heard Aunt Marcia speak of a daguerreotype case with a secret spring and false back which was a much-prized possession, the gift of a dear friend. Suddenly she gave a gasp and John looked up from his couch in time to see something white flutter to the floor. Forgetting his rheumatism, he sprang from the sofa and stood reading over Eleanor's shoulder a bit of writing on a scrap of paper that meant much to those two: "I, Marcia Perkins, hereby give to the person who, after my death, be comes the owner of the daguerreotype V, Joseph Thurston, in the case of which this paper will be placed by me, the sum of $2,500. That was as far as they went. "Oh!" said Eleanor. "Hum," said John, and there was a silence for as many as three seconds. "Go on," said John. "It's nothing more about us. It's only that he," waving the placidly pictured young man, "was her lover. He was drowned at sea and her house and other belongings are to be sold and the money is to go to the Seamen's Orphans' fund." "So Effle and the others will have to give up what they have already taken possession of, and instead of every thing will have nothing." "Good enough," concluded John, in a satisfied tone, "provided this paper is perfectly legal. Thought they could slight you entirely, but instead they made a mess of it themselves by giv ing you a cast-off, insignificant-looking trinket, which happened to be the most valuable thing your aunt left, after all." "If everything is only turned over to us without any trouble," concluded his wife. "To think of their pretending she didn't leave anything!" There was little trouble over the matter, the paper being dated, signed and witnessed. Thus the Gordons re luctantly saw their knowledge of the daguerreotype's secret came too late, while the Stones, with its aid, were enabled to buy a pleasant little home, where, secure from "hard times," they enjoy life together, the daguerreotype case occupying the place of honor. Boston Post. BABY WAS PROVIDED FOR. Incident of a Department Store-A Bit of Human Nature. It was in one of the big department stores, says the Washington Post. Two women stood near each other before a counter, where the belongings of very little children are sold. Both looked with wistful yet widely different ex pressions at the tiny garments dis played. The one woman asked to be shown knitted undervests for a baby. The saleswoman drew out a box and took from it some absurdly small gar ments, soft, creamy, fleecy, the most delightful combination of silk and wool. 'Ihe woman-a young woman she was, almost a girl-took them in her hands with evident delight. "How much are they?" she asked. The saleswoman named a price that was twice the size of the tiny shirts. "Apiece?" asked the would-be cus tomer, timidly. "Yes," answered the saleswoman. The customer put down the little garments. She looked tired and weak and bitterly disappointed. It's heart breaking not to be able to buy what you want fcr your baby. "Show me something-something cheaper," she said swallowing a lump in her throat. The other woman, who had been looking into the showcase, had seen it all. She spoke to the saleswoman brusquely. "I can't wait any longer," she said. "Tell me the price of that bonnet over there." The saleswoman hurried to obey. One doesn't keep a chinchilla collar and an imperious manner waiting if one knows one's business. There was a moment's whispering and the sales woman returned to her waiting cus tomer. From another box she pro duced some garments precisely similar to the too expensive ones. "Here's some shirts," said she, "that we've marked down to close out. We have only a few left. They're only-." And the "only" was exactly half the price she had named before. It wasn't cleverly done, but it deceived the tired woman. She went away with the wist ful look gone from her face. The chinchilla collar went down in the same elevator with her, and the face above the collar wore a look almost of envy added to its wistfulness, I fan cied-though it's folly, of course, to imagine that women with chinchilla collars and imperious manners ever envy tired women who have to ask for something cheaper. Sinner's Femeral Sermen. "De fr'ed' what l's a-preachin' over," said the colored deacon, "is done pass ter his reward. Dey offered $10 re ward fur 'im whilst he wuz wid us, but death kotched 'im fo' de sheriff. He passed erway endurin' er de bliz zard, w'en hit wuz so col' dat he had a chill which wuzn't due 'twell spring time, but forced de season en come on 'im. He went a-shiverin' in de night time. He wuz short er coal in die worl', but bless God! he won't run out er it in de nex'! De city water pipes busted on 'im, en he didn't have no water ter drink. But dey don't drink water whar he at now-leas'ways, de rich man didn't w'en he ax Mister Latherus ter tu'n de hose on 'im. He didn't fotch nuttin' out er hit, 'cep' de rheumatiz in his lef' leg. Hit is now my privilege ter consign 'im tear de dus', whar we all gwine lak a race hfss on a plank road, ef we don't study de wants er de heathen en wake up w'en de hat is gwine roun'. Bre'r Wil liams, pass de hat whilst we sings!" Those Olrls. Maud-Between us, dear, I think the count's compliments rather crude. He told me the sight of my beautiful face actually made his mouth water. Edith -The idea! I'm sure your face doesn't look quite that much like a lemon. IN THE ODD CORNER. QUEER AND CURIOUS THINGS AND EVENTS. foreshadowing. - Ris "Good" Cltmer -The Chlros of Puerto Rico-A Mis sourl Boy Kills a Wild Cat Using Rocks as Hls Weapon. Foreshadowings. Wind of the winter night Under the starry skies, Somewhere my lady bright, Slumbering lies. Wrapped in calm maiden dreams Where the pale moonlight streams, Softly she sleeps. I do not know her face, Pure as the lonely star That in yon darkling space Shineth afar; Never with soft command Touched I her willing hand, Kissed I her lips. I have not heard her voice, I do not know her name; Yet doth my heart rejoice, Owning her claim; Yet am 1 true to her; All that is due to her Sacred 1 keep. Never a thought of me Troubles her soft repose; Courant of mine may be Lily nor rose. They may not bear to her This heart's fond prayer to her, Yet--she is mine. Wind of the winter night, Over the fields of snow, Over the hills so white, Tenderly blow! Somewhere red roses bloom: Into her warm, hushed room, Bear thou their breath. Whisper-Nay. nay, thou sprite. Breathe thou no tender word; Wind of the winter night, Die thou unheard. True love shall yet prevail, Telling its own sweet tale; Till then I wait. --Julia C. R. Dorr. His "Good" Charter. The wagons of the freighters were, in the sixties, the only means of trans porting goods across the plains. Dur ing the dry season it was easy to ford the little creeks, but in the spring, when the snow began to melt and run down the mountains, these streams, transformed into raging torrents, were too dangerous to pass through. re:n porary bridges were then built by the ranchmen, who compelled the freighter to pay toll. Their toll, however, was lawful only if they had received a charter from the territorial authorities; then they might charge such toll as they pleased. The price for each team of six yoke of oxen and wagon was determined by the ability of the freighter to pay, varying from five to twenty dollars. Col. Inman and Col. Cody (Buffalo Bill) in their book, "The Great Salt Lake Trail," tell an amusing story cf a ranchman who, although without a charter, enforced the payment of toll on those who crossed his bridge. In the spring of 1866 two trains, trav eling in company, drew near to Rock Creek, over which a ranchman had erected a bridge. The train in the lead was in charge of a man known as Stuttering Brown, because of an im pediment in his speech. As they near ed the bridge, Brown rode back to the other wagon-master and said: "B-b-billy, wh-what are you g-g-O3 ing to do about p-p-paying t-t-toll on this b-b-bridge?" Billy answered that if the fellow had a charter, they would be compelled to pay; otherwise they would not. Brown rode back to the bridge, where the ranchman stood to collect his toll in advance-five dollars a team. Brow, had twenty wagons--his friend tweu ty-six-and he refused to pay the nr.e hundred dollars demanded. "Why, won't you pay?" asked the ranchman. "Y-y-you h-h-haint g-g-got a ch-in charter." "Yes, I have, and I'll show it to you," said the ranchman, "if you'll go back with me to the ranch." Brown went-it was only two or three hundred yards-and in a short time returned to the train. The other wagon-master asked if the charter was all right. "Yes," answered Brown. "I've settled, and you'd better pay up." After crossing the bridge, Brown now and then broke out into loud laughter, but not until the train had camped would he disclose the cause of his hil arity. At supper he said that when he :,ode to the door of the ranch, he sat on his mule and told the ranchman to trot out his charter, and be quick about it. The man went in, and soon returned, shouting: "You stuttering thief, here it is. What do you think of it " Brown looked up; the ranchman was pointing a double barreled shotgun, with both triggers cocked, straight at his head. "Is that your charter?" asked the wagon-master. "It is," answered the ranchman. "What did you do, Brown?" inquired his friend. 'N-n-not much. J-j-Just t-t-told him th-th-that's good, and settled." The Chlros of Porto Rico. Strange tales of a curious religious sect in Puerto Rico are told, says a Binghamton letter to the Baltimore Herald, by Rev. William Maxfield, a returned missionary. The sect, which carefully excludes foreigners, is known as Chiros. One of its peculiar cere monies is that of "flogging the devil." This rite is celebrated every Friday, at daybreak. In the seaport towns it *akes place on board fishing smacks er other craft owned by members of the sect, and often is attended by the entire population of the village. The life-sized figure of a man sup posed to represent his satanic majesty is dragged on deck, and amid jeers and curses, fastened to the yard arm. For some time the figure is allowed tc hang, then it is carried three time: around the deck of the craft, and final ly fastened to the capstan or some con venient post, where the crowd proceed to belabor it with clubs, shrieking that they have killed the devil. When the clothes are cut into shreds and the figure entirely denuded, expos ing the block of wood that serves as a head, it is repeatedly dipped overboard. and finally chopped into splinters and burned. "It was in an inland town that I first saw the ceremony," says Mr. Maxfield. "I was roused from sleep by the pass ing of a howling mob, dragging the form of a man, which they occasional ly jumped upon and kicked. My first impression was that some unfortunate wretch had incurred their wrath, and they were wreaking vengeance on him. "Hurrying on my clothes I rushed forth, hoping to save the body from further mutilation at least. Following the crown to the public square, I saw them halt and haul the body on to the limb of a tree. Then I saw that the figure was stuffed with straw. "Quickly the bundle of rags was fas tened to the trunk, sticks were piled around it, and soon the fire was blazing merrily. Around this pyre danced the disorderly crowd, until suddenly there was an explosion, and the figure was blown to piece. A bag of gunpowder had been fastened around the neck. Then the fire went down, and the hoot ing crowd dispersed." Another ceremony of this strange people is called "Drowning the devil," and this is sometimes accompanied with serious consequences. The victim is a man or woman of incorrigible tem per whom a neighbor has charged with having a "devil." A council of the "Chiros" is called and evidence taken as to the truth or falsity of the charge. If in the opinion of the board it has, been sustained, a day is appointed when the victim shall be purified, and a spot is selected. This is usually in a running stream, as it is held that the devil cannot stand run ning water. A crowd of worshipers form a ring around the unfortunate subject, and march to the stream, chanting a weird wail. Arriving, two of the strongost men force the victim into the water, and though he struggles violently, they hold him under until "the devil goes out"-that is until he becomes quiet; and frequently when taken out prompt remedies have to be resorted to to pre vent death from drowning. In one or two instances the victims perished. After that the authorities interfered, and ceremonies of this kind are now rare and conducted much more carefully. Fought with Rooks. Springfield (Mo.) correspondence St. Louis Globe-Democrat: Johnny Van schaick, a Taney county lad, living near Bradleyville, has made himself a hero of that locality by killing a full grown wild cat. The boy was making a trip through the White river hills a few days ago, when his dog scented dangerous game. Johnny had left his gun at home, and regretted that fact very much when he saw a strange, furious beast of the cat family give battle to the dog. He could not run away and leave the dog to fight the "varmint" alone, however, and, arm ing himself with a handful of rocks, the brave youth made an attack on the wild cat. A few well aimed rocks drove the animal into a small tree, but Johnny kept up his fire until the enemy sprang to the ground and took refuge under a shelving cliff near a little stream. The dog could not get at the wild cat here except by crawling under the rock, and that he refused to do. The boy then got a long pole and punched the savage beast out into the open field, and the dog now seized the cat and the fight became furious. The combatants rolled into the creek and made the water foam with their strug gles. Johnny was on the edge of the stream throwing a rock at the wild cat every time he could get a good aim. Sometimes the mad feline stood up on its hind feet and struck the dog savage blows with its deadly claws. The boy became greatly alarmed for fear the dog would be killed, and pressed his attack. Finally, after stunning the an imal with another well directed rock, the lad seized a club and closed in on the beast. A few blows on the head crushed the skull of the wild cat. The dead animal measured four feet, and its skin now decorates the wall of Johnny's home, a trophy of which the boy is very proud. Spiders Spin Ropes. Spiders have been set to work spin ning ropes for human aeronauts. This novel idea has been put into operation at Chalais-Meudon, near Paris, where a spider factory for the special manu facture of balloon ropes for the mili tary aeronautic section is now in lull swing. The spiders have to work pretty hard for their living, as each little creature is made to spin thirty to forty yards of thread before he is al lowed to have a rest. The method of working the spiders is ingenious; twelve spiders are placed above a reel, to which their threads are attached, and the reel is gently revolved, so that it winds off the thread as fast as the little spiders produce it. Eight of the sets of thread, after being washed to rid them of their sticky out covering, are then woven into cords. These are found to be both stronger and lighter than the silken cords which have hith erto been used by balloonists, and the only drawback to their popularity is that they are at present remarkably costlv.