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• • • • • « » » » • * * • * w in Là kl 4 55W XVi No. Volume xvii. Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 18, 1883. HELENA WEEKLY HERALD. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. Terms of Subscription. WEEKLY HERALD: One Year........................................................®4 00 Six Months..................................................... 2 00 Postage, in all cases, Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: < it y Subscribers,delivered by carrier, 8150 a month One Year, by mail........................................§12 00 six Months, " ....................................... 6 00 Changes of address will be made promptly and cheerfully, but requests MUST give the post office FROM as well as the one TO which such change is de si red, in order to receive attention. ■CtuAll communications should be addressed to FISK BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. HEALTH ALPHAKET. The Ladies' Sanitary Association of London gives the following simple rules for keeping health, which we find copied in the Sanitarian: A—s soon as you are up,shake blanket and sheet; H— etter be without shoes than sit with wet feet ; C— hildren, if healthy, are active, not still ; D—amp lieds and damp clothes will bptli make you ill ; E—at slowly and always chew your food well ; F— reshen the air in the house where you dwell ; arments must never lie made too tight ; H— omes should be airy, healthy and light; 1—f you wish tobe well, as you do, I have no doubt, .1—ust open the windows before you go out ; K—eep the room always tidy and clean, \j — et dust on the furniture never be seen ; M~uch illness is caused by the want of pure air ; N—ow, to open the windows be ever your care; 0— ld rags and old rubbish should never lie kept; P—eople should see that their 'floors are well swept ; Q—uick movements in children are healthy and right ; R—cmember the young cannot thrive without light; F—ee that the cistern is clean to the brim ; T—ake care that your dress is all tidy and trim ; 1— se your nose to find if there be a bad drain ; V—cry sad are the fevers that come in its train ; W—alk as much as you can without feeling fa tigue; X—erxes could walk full many a league. Y —our health is your wealth, which your wis dom must keep ; Z—eal will help a good cause, and the good you will reap. THE BOY AJfD THE FROG. See the frog, the slimy, green frog. Dozing away on that old rotten log; Seriously wondering What caused the sundering Of the tail that he wore when a wee pollywog. See the boy, the freckled schoolboy, Famed for cussedness, free from alloy, Watching the frog Perched on a log With feelings akin to tumultuous joy. Sec the rock, the hard, flinty rock, Which the freckled-faced boy at the frog doth sock, Conscious lie's sinning, Yet gleefully grinning At'the likely result of its terrible shock. See the grass, the treacherous grass, Slip from beneath his feet ! Alas ! Into the mud With a dull thud, He falls and rises a slimy mass. Now, see the frog, the hilarious frog. Dancing a jig on his old rotten log, Applying his toes To his broad, blunt nose. As he laughs at the boy stuck fast in the bog. Look at the switch, the hickory switch, Waiting to make that schoolboy twitch. When his mother knows The state of his clothes Won't he raise his voice to the highest pitch? THE MOUNTAINS AND SEA. ' Come down, come down, - ' says the restless sea, To the restful mountain high ; Come down where I woo the fieur-de-li» 'Neath shimmer of sunlit sky." ''Come up, come up," laugh the mountains blue, ' < ome up from the glistening sand, Come up and bathe in the diamond dew That jewels the mountain land." Come down, come down," says the glimmering see, ' And bathe in my love lit swell, Come down and kiss the anemone And toy with the mussel shell." Come up, come up," says the mountain mist To the pulsing, homeless sea, 'Come up and rest in my shadows, kissed By the breath of the laurel tree." Then the mountain mist and the mist from the sea Met in the starlight white, And the mist that gems the fleur-de-lis With the mountain mist took flight. They floated away to the phantom land, To the haunted mountains blue, For ever and aye by enchantment fanned. They bathe in the phantom dew. NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM. Only the leaf of a rosebud, That fell to the ball-room floor. Fell from the tinted clusters Of the big bouquet she wore. quickly he stooped and seized it, " Tis the leaf of a rose," said he, "Tinted with summer's blushes And dearer than gold to me. "Loxely and fragrant petal, Some sweet summer night, who knows. I may have a chance to tell her I treasured the leaf of the rose." But when to his lips he pressed it He muttered in accents wroth, "The blamed thing is artificial And made out of cotton cloth. TWO NEGATIVES. 1 gave him his first rejection At Newport, a year ago ; At Christmas, with proper reflection. Again, in New York, I said "No. There's in grammar a rule, I remember— Two negatives—how does it run ? So the cards have gone out for September, And my white satin gown is begun. BANGING. O see the young girl In beauty rare, Sans kink, sans curl, Banging her hair. And hear the young man. At the piano there, Hard as he can, Banging his air! A young mother stands, Oppressed with care, With slipper in hand, Banging her heir! I OCTOBER. Fair buds of promise have yielded their treasure, Autumn has crowned all the oountiful year, Filling with plenty the o'erflowing measure, Glad'nine our hearts with its fruit and its cheer, Beautiful, golden October is here. A PRESIDENT'S WIDOW. -Mrs. James K. Polk Celebrates the Eightieth Anniversary of Her Birth. [Nashville World.] The eightieth anniversary of Mrs. James K. Polk was observed in a quiet yet ele gant and becoming manner yesterday at the Polk mansion on High street. This venerable lady, now passing into the "val ley of the shadow/' still retains a good degree of vigor, indicating a continu ance of. that bright and beautiful life that has characterized her throughout the long years of her useful existence. Mrs. Polk would impress the casual observer as a lady of about sixty years of age, kind, genial, yet modest and retiring—adverse to all public demonstrations. She was not even aware that her birthday was known to others than herself, until a flow of con gratulations, bouquets and well wishes poured in upon her. Among those who called during the day was Judge John M. Lea, Governor William B. Bate and ex Governor James D. Porter. A number of handsome and tastefully arranged bou quets were sent in by admiring friends. One bouquet, the gift of Mrs. Dr. W. A. Cheatham, had the figure eighty ar ranged beautifully in white flowers in the center of a large cluster of pinks. Mrs. Horton Fall, Mrs. Captain Stockell, Mrs. A. G. Adams and many other ladies sent bouquets of the rarest and loveliest flowers. The sitting room was redolent with the perfume of these rare exotics, and Mrs. Polk, sitting in the midst of them, re ceived and entertained a constant stream of visitors throughout the day. Troublesome Boys. [Letter to the London Telegraph.] I say that I am a father of five boys, and I ask what am I to do with them ? I tried to get one into a bank where the first year's salary was £20, but there was no room. Merchants' offices are full. Engineers of far greater talents than my boys are ever likely to possess are going about in search of w ork or business in any other calling than that to which their fathers had to pay heavily to apprentice them. I have thought of the bar, but have been made to recoil from all thoughts of it by the scores of dis mal stories which have been poured into my ears in reference to that vocation. I have mentioned the sea, but have been warned that there are hundreds of captains and officers who cannot get work, and that the calling is so densely crowded that nothing but interest enables a man to squeeze through. I have thought of the army, but irrespective of the dismay occa sioned by being informed of the cost of educating and dressing and supporting a youth as a military officer, I was alarmed and effectually diverted from all thoughts of using that branch of the service as a channel for my boys by hearing of the hun dreds of starving captains, colonels and generals who are hunting about in all di rections for any sort of occupation, not even disdaining posts which are absolutely menial in their duties. Dared I think of music as a profession ? Not for long was that present to my thoughts when I heard of the sums paid to song-writers, and when the dreadful drudgery and the pitiful earn ings 01 the poor music-teacher were pointed out to me. The church? Alas! there is no poor man poorer than the poor clergy man, there is no calling more crowded ; and without bishops to bring to my ton's help, how would it profit me to make lim or his brothers parsons, and have to allow them income after going to the expense of educating them for the ministry ? Emi gration ? The colonies do not want gentle men. The backwoods of America do not require cultivated manners and an acquaintance with the Greek and Latin poets. It is muscle and sinew, it is the spade and the axe—the mason, the black smith, the cook, that young countries need. Is it my fault or society's that my boys are not qualified to take that rough, up hill, sweat-moistened path that conducts the patient, industrious artisan emigrant in the colonies from his one room to a com fortable home ? The misfortune of gen tility is that it is restrictive. There are things it would rather starve than do in this country, and there are things it is forced to starve over because it cannot do in the colonies. I do not wish to go to the expense of passage money in sending my boys thousands of miles away to be waiters, billiard-markers, stone breakers, cab drivers, or locomotive stokers. An Admirable Organization. An admirable organization, worthy of duplication, recently held its seventeenth annual convention in Rhode Island. It is called the American Institute of Archi tects, and seeks to do for architects what medical societies do for physicians. It is not merely a social company, but a corpo ration of professional gentlemen, who watch over the scientific, æsthetic and economic interests of a pursuit which con cerns general society. The institute is op posed to architectural competitions, and "demands that a builder shall be a true artist, a skilled draughtsman, a mathema tician, a person endowed with considera ble scientific knowledge, a mechanician and arithmetician, a man of probity and a gen tleman."_ _ Dogs in Baggage Cars. [Waterbury American.] Two ladies from this city while in New York the other day purchased a terra cotta pug for an ornament. On coming home they placed the clayey canine image upon the car seat between them. Along comes the conductor for tickets. He begs the la dies' pardon, but politely informs them that the company's rules positively exclude all dogs from passenger coaches. "We will keep the little fellow here on the seat, and I assure you that he will do no harm," replied one of the ladies. "But I must not deviate from the roles," said the conductor, "and shall be obliged to take your dog to the baggage car." "Very well, then, if you must," sighed the ladies, and the conductor reached over and carefully lifted the graven image, real ized the sell, felt foolish, and heard the laughter of a score of passengers ringing in his ears. A WOMAN'S HAIR. Raven Tresses Found in a Burglar's Cell. [San Francisco Chronicle, Sept. 21. | At a late hour Wednesday night, from certain signs about the cell of Joseph Hussey, an old State Prison ofiender, and in Alameda jail for burglary, the Jailers suspected that he was up to some game, and made a sudden descent on his cell. A thorough search was made, but nota single suspicious circumstance was ascertained. It then occurred to the jailers that they would make an inspection of the outside ol the cell, and, procuring a dark lantern, they explored the jail yard. Here their search was rewarded, for under the window of Hussey's cell they found an immense quantity of woman s hair, partly plaited into a small cord and connected with the cell by a single hair line. The mystery is how the hair got into the cell, for no woman has visited the prisoner since his incarceration. He states that he found it in the cell when he was first placed therein, but the authorities suspect that some woman must have passed it to him from the outside or else it must have been smuggled in by some male visitor. This is believed to be scarce ly possible, by reason of the fact that every male visitor to Hussey has been closely watched. It is quite evident that some woman, with a tender spot in her heart for the prisoner, has sacrificed her hair in an endeavor to assist him to make his escape. The hair is black, immense in quantity, and of an extraordinary length, the tresses being over three feet long. They are now hung up among the curiosities of the jail. Women Writers of Maine. Mr. Geo. Pomeroy of Toledo, tells an agreeable reminiscence of Senator George H. Edmunds' late visit to Canada : "Henry Hogan of St. Lawrence Hall, a man of fifty five, of an English father and.French moth er, and speaking French like a native, is a rare sportsman, an old steeple-chase rider, and has a fine salmon river on which a fish weighing forty-six pounds. He told me that some people he knew in Washinton or New York wrote him, asking that he invite Senator Edmunds to fish in his river, but line an old sportsman he was wary, and first wrote to New York and Boston to find out what kind of a person the senator was before he invited him. I presume the report was satisfactory, for he had him on, and more than that, went up there to fish with him. One morning they went out early to make a kill, and whether suc cessful or not I do not remember; but it got along to where Mr. Hogan was hungry and proposed going to Lis cabin for break fast. The senator demurred, saying he had a couple of biscuits and a piece of pork and some gin, and that was enough for both, or Mr. Hogan could have it all. Mr. Hogan laughed at the prospective spread, but Mr. Edmunds proceeded to soak the biscuits and build a fire, over which he hung the pork on a spit, splitting the bis cuits and putting them underneath to catch the drippings from the pork, which all cooked out, leaving only the leat, while the buscuits frying in the pork fat were de licious. Whether they took gin before or after I have forgotten, but the breakfast seemed to have cemented the friendship of the two men. [Lewiston (Me.) Journal.] Not long ago we chanced to meet Mr. Howells, who, in our judgment, is the fore most of our American living literary work ers, and asked him who, in his judgment, was the ablest writer of short stories in America. Without directly answering that question, Mr. Howells replied that he re garded Sarah O. Jewett as one of the most charming and artistic of our literary work ers, and whoever has read her Deephaven must have been impressed with the trans parent beauty of its style and the subtle charm and atmosphere in which she clothes the most commonplace matters and things. Miss Jewett is a Maine woman and resides in North Berwick. When in Rome, Italy, not long ago, we were conversing with the sculptor Simmons, respecting Maine artists in that city, when he called our attention to the fact that Miss Mary Agnes Tinckner, whose powerful literary work has attracted so much attention, is a native of Ellsworth Maine, and that Miss Wells, daughter of Judge Wells, formerly of Portland, has just published a work held in high esteem among Roman antiquarians. The History of Frascati, the ancient Tusculum. Our at tention was also called to the fact that Miss Fletcher, the novelist, (daughter of the Rev. Mr. Fletcher, is to be classified as a Maine woman. Miss Fletcher is now writ ing another novel in London. She is held by the American colony in Rome to be ca pable even of better work than the already excellent work that she has accomplished. Miss Blanche AYillis Howard, of Bangor, did a brilliant thing when she wrote One Summer. There is no doubt that in the matter of authorship she made a mistake when she expatriated herself. She has done nothing since her residence abroad that is equal to the book which was so wholly American, so wholly unique, and so wholly worthy of the reputation it achieved for its author. The list of Maine women who are well-known authors includes that charming writer for little women (Sophie May ) Miss Rebecca S. Clark, whose home is in Norridgewock. "Fanny Fern" is Port land born. Harriet Prescott Spofford is a Calais woman. "Florence Percy" (Mrs. Al len) is well known as a versifier. The part which our Maine women have played in authorship is one of which the State may well be proud. Senator Edmund's Breakfast. Fame of Rich Men. Said Emory Storrs in a group of rich men at Saratoga : "You fellows think yourselven highly essential. Have you ob served that there are only two rich men of antiquity whose names survive—Croesus, who served to turn a poet's figure, and Dives, who was fortunately associated with a pauper?" Before the laughter following this remark had subsided, Storrs added: "How many as well-known fellows as you were sitting in Athens once, observing that the obscure cuss, Phidias, was a long time doing that ornamental work up stairs ? SENATOR VEST. What He Says of the Indiaus--IIis Impressions of Montana. The Post-Dispatch of St. Louis, Septem ber 28th, contains an interview with Sena tor Vest, just then returned from his Pres idential and Territorial trip. Concerning his Indian mission and impressions of Montana we extract .the following : "I went with Mr. Maginnis, Delegate from Montana, to visit the Indians in that Territory. We visited the Flatheads, Pen d'Orielle3, Kootenias, Piegans, Blackfeet, Mountain Crows and Assinnaboines. The Assinnaboines are only twenty-eight miles from the British possessions, and we passed over the line, going 125 miles through the buffalo country, and struck the Canadian Pacific at Maple Creek. We then came on that and the Manitoba road to Winnipeg, and then to St. Paul and Chicago." "What is the general condition of the Indians?" "Bad enough. The game is gone, and they must work or starve. The men con sider work degrading to warriors, and fit only for squaws, and they won't allow their children to learn how to work. The rations issued by the government are insufficient, and the Indians eat up in one day what is intended for seven. It's a terrible problem, what to do with these people, and worthy the best thought of the country." "How did you like Montana?" "Very much indeed. The people are en ergetic, prosperous, and a noble race of men. There are a great many Missourians there, and I was received everywhere with open arms. If I ever leave Missouri I shall go to Montana. Helena, Montana, and Fort Benton are thriving, pushing cities, and have great promise for the future. I did not visit Butte City, the great mining centre, and was very sorry my time would not permit. Of the cattle interest in Montana I saw a great deal, and I was astonished to find their common cat tle as good as any in the States. I visited their State Fair, and saw horses equal to any we see at our Fair here, whilst their vegetables, especially potatoes, turnips and cabbage, were wonderful. Altogether, I like Montana very much, and believe it has a great future." The Age of Invention. [Cin. Tirnes-Star. I The number of inventions that have been made during the past fifty years is perhaps unprecedented in the history of the world. Of course inventions of benefit to the human race have been made in all ages since man was created ; but looking back for half a hundred years, hotv many more are crowded into the past fitty than into any other fifty since recorded in his tory ! The perfection of the locomotive and the now world-traversing steamship, the telegraph, the telephone, the audiphone, the sewing-machine, photograph, chromo lithographic printing, the cylender print ing press, the elevator for hotels and other many-storied buildings, the cotton gin and the spinning jenny, the reaper and the mower, the steam thresher, the steam fire engine, the improved process for making steel, the application of chloroform and ether to destroy sensibility in painful surgery cases, and so on through a long catalogue. Nor are we yet done in the field of invention and discovery. The applica tion of coal gas and petroleum to heating and cooking operations is only trembling on the verge of successful experiment ; the introduction of steam from a great central reservoir to general use for heating and cooking is foreshadowed as among the coming events ; the artificial production of butter has already created consternation among dairymen. The navigation of the air by some device akin to our present bal loon would also seem to be prefigured, and the propulsion of machinery by elec tricity is even now clearly indicated by the march of experiment. There are some problems we have hitherto deemed impos sible ; but are the mysteries of even the most improbable of them more subtle to grasp than that of the ocean cable or that of the pho tograph or the telephone? We talk by cable with an ocean rolling between. We speak in our own voices to friends a hun dred miles or more from where we articu late before the microphone. Under the blazing sun of July we produce ice by chemical means, rivaling the most solid and chrystalline production of nature. Our surgeons graft the skin from one person's arm to the face of another, and it adheres and becomes an integral portion of his body. We make a mile of white printing paper, and send it on a spool that a per fecting press unwinds and prints and cuts and delivers to you folded and counted, many thousand per hour. Of a verity this is the age of invention, nor has the world reached a stopping place yet. Transmutation. An object lesson in the transmutation of virtues is conveyed in this paragraph from an exchange : "Tennison can take a sheet of paper, write a poem on it and make it worth $5,000. That's genius. Vanderbilt can write a few words on a sheet and make it worth $5.000,000. That's capital. The United States can take an ounce and a quarter of gold, stamp upon it an "eagle bird" and "twenty dollars." That's money. The mechanic can take the material worth $5, and make into a watch worth $100. That's skill. The merchant can take an article worth twenty-five cents and sell it for $1. That's business. A lady can pur chase a very comfortable bonnet for $10, but she prefers to pay $100. That's foolish ness. The ditch digger works ten hours a day and shovels out three or four tons of earth for $2. That's labor." An Additional Remark. [New York World.] At a wedding recently in Canton, Mo., a "parson," who is generally ready at re partee, was knocked off his balance and completely nonplused by an addition to his ceremony by an aged matron, who im mediately after hearing the words, "whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder," exclaimed with great earnestness, "Or woman, either, for they are just as bad as the men." SEAL SKINS. Cost of a Lady's Sacqne---The Seal Island Fisheries. Seal skins are dressed and dyed in Eng land and when returned to this country pay a duty of 30 per cent. The cost ol seal skin garments is not to be wondered at when one counts the items. The raw and unsightly skins in their salt are worth from $20 to $30 each, according to quality. There is to be added to this a tax of $2 each to the Government ; a charge of $0 or $8 for the dyeing and dressing ; a duty ol 20 cents when they are returned to this coun try ; and a fair charge for all the transport ation the skins undergo, and the insurance on them for all of this time. This gives a dressed sealskin, ready for the lurrier to make up into garments, an average value of from $40 to $60. It takes three skins to make a sacque of medium size, and the lur riers always charge well for the making and lining. The sea otter, with which the finest sacques are trimmed, is a natural fur that requires no dyeing, and needs only to be dressed and plucked of its coarser hairs before it is ready for use. The sea otter is the most expensive fur of its kind, and sin gle skins are shown costing from $100 to $300. By the wise action of the Government in reserving the seal islands and leasing them to a responsible company, the seal fisheries have become more and more valuable. The seals are increasing in number yearly, and more than the regular 100,000 could be killed each season without diminishing them to any extent. Alaska seal is now the only sealskin in the market, since the rookeries of the Antarctic Sea have been so persistently hunted that the seals have be come extinct. The Shetland seals, found on the islands of that name off Cape Horn, for a long time furnished the finest skins in the market, and commanded almost double the price of the Alaska sealskins. Not being protected by any government, the islands were free hunting grounds for every ship that went "round the Horn, ' and no skipper could resist a venture at such costly pelts. From the Island of South Georgia and the Island of Desolation 2,400,000 sealskins were taken annually from the time of their discovery, in 1771, until within the last twenty years, when the seals gradually became extinct. A San Francisco furrier sent a schooner down to those Antarctic islands a few years ago, and sixty skins were all that were obtained. All along the northwest coast, from Vancouver's Island to Onalaska, where the authority and monopoly of the Alaska Commercial Company begins, a general warfare is waged on the fur seal by independent hunters and traders, but their catch has seemingly no effect upon the millions of seal that annually gather on the Pribyloff' shores, and the pelt grows coarser and poorer the further south ol those islands it is obtained. The seal's skin is in its best condition during the summer months, when the animals frequent the Pribyloff rookeries, and by wise protection the Government has an inexhaustible source of wealth in these two small islands, that have alreudy paid into the Treasury in rent and taxes nearly the whole amount that was paid to Russia for the immense Territory of Alaska. Advice to Brides. His First Laugh. [New Haven News.] Years ago an inn was kept at Amher st Mass., by a man who was never known to laugh, This peculiarity gave rise to a wager by a young man that he could make mine host laugh. He proceeded to the hotel, and sauntering in, saluted the land lord thus: "Good day, Mr. Warner. How long have yon kept this place, Mr. Warner ?" "Well, I've kept it all day I guess." "Mr. Warner won't you make me a rum or whiskey sour?" "The sours are all out was gruffly an swered. "Well, just mix one pop, anyhow, and look into it. That will make it sour enough." The drink was made, the young man tried it and choked and coughed. Spitting the first swallow out, he again appealed to the landlord. "Now, won't you make another, and just keep one eye shut this time, please ?" The landlord, convulsed, broke out into just one loud guffaw, the first laugh for a lifetime. Then he invited the young man "to take a drink on him." The wager was won. [Philadelphia Public Ledger.] When the bride, on her bridal journey, is a sensible young person, she will keep her silk suit in her trunk for a suitable oc casion and not wear it on the railway train. A pretty young girl the other day, making an expedition to the Catskills and leaving New York on a rather early train, wore a black silk dress—but a white Spanish lace fichu, with a broad Gainsborough hat and nodding plumes. It got quite cool in the cars on the northern journey, but there was no wrap available. If she had a shawl, it was packed away in her trunk. The groom, who had given no advice, evidently, to his spouse, or perhaps did not know, had a stout cheviot suit, and must have been, as he looked, quite comfortable. Arriving at the railway terminus and taking the stage for the further pull up the mountain, it made one spectator's teeth chatter to see how confidently the little bride climbed into the vehicle, still in the airy fichu, not a scrap of woolen for her shoulders and her face white with cold. Probably in her modest outfit for the wedding there was a flannel dress or a woolen stuff of some kind intended for the house. If she had put that on for the journey and saved her best black silk for home uses, she would more nearly have been on a level with the city persons, who had left their diamonds at the bank and had taken two woolen suits and one cotton gown for a fortnight's journey among the mountains. Home, and not hotel parlors and, least of all, the parlor cars, is the place to wear one's pretty, airy clothes. In a public crowd on a journey all delicate wear is sure to encounter dust, rain or chilling cold. The plainest flannel suits are the best for climbing, beach loung ing and comfort generally. PI EKKEPONT'S ALASKA TRIP. The Ex-Minister's Description of Our Northern Possessions--A Alining Camp Episode--Required to Act as Judge Lynch. The Hon. Edward Pierrepont of New York, ex-minister to England, chose a very novel means of making a summer tour. Instead of "taking in" Switzerland, the Rhine or Egypt, accompanied by his son Edward he visited Alaska. Mr. Pierrepont returned from his Alaskan visit some weeks ago, but has been putting his time in since then in a quiet visit to the Yellowstone. Hejarrived in Chicago Saturday. He was sitting in his comfortable room at the Palmer when the reporter called. A little and old but cheerful man, he entered into conversation enthusiastically. "Yes," said he, "I have put in my sum mer rather oddly, but in selecting Alaska in preference to some of the more wornout places like the land of the Sphinx or Mont Blanc, I was actuated by several consider ations. You are too young to remember it, but it was during Polk's administration that a quarrel arose between America and England over certain western possessions, in which Vancouver's Island is in cluded. America concluded that she had a right to extend our parallel of lati tude to 54:40 deg. England contested this right. A bitter feeling was engendered, and for a long time it looked as if America and England would go to war. Indeed, for a long time all the Democratic newspapers were crying for 54:40 or fight. But Eng land held on to her claim for the extension,, and America finally backed down, and Great Britain got the territory between 49 deg., the limit of our possessions, and 54:40 degrees. One of the objects of my visit to Alaska was to see this territory on which the fight was made, and I was amply repaid, though it was very humiliating to me to be obliged to travel through British territory to get to Alaska. But Alaska was what I desired most to see, so on the 12th of July my son and I sailed from Portland, Oregon, on the steamer Eureka. This vessel was very kindly placed at our disposal by Gov. Perkins, ol California. We had almost the entire pos session of the steamer. Alaska is peculiarly formed. It is one succession of Isthmuses, so that the land is almost cut into strips by the watery trespasser. We went from the south to the north and over a greater por tion of it, and I never was so much sur prised at anything as I was at what I saw." "What, among other things, did you see?" Mr. Pierrepont consulted his diary for a moment. Then he read : "July 31—Saw an Indian hung by a mob of miners. Ex postulated with them, but they said they must protect themselves, and after holding an informal court, I decided that there was evidence of the Indian's guilt of murder, and offered no further objection. The Indian was promptly hung in my presence. That," exclaimed the ex-minister, "is a fair evidence of the kind of country Alaska is. It is an American possession, but there is no law there, religious, civil, or otherwise, and of all the God-forsaken places I think it leads the van. My son and I were the sole passengers on the Eureka, and in pene trating a short distance above Juano we came upon a camp of thirty-five miners, who were digging gold with indifi'erent success. We landed and found a few shan ties, one of which was a store, kept by a man named Coleheur. We discovered that there was something going on, and on in quiring we learned that two Indians had the day before murdered two white men. You see the inhabitants of Alaska are 40, 000 Indians and about 400 whites. The latter are fur traders and salmon and seal fishers, and are principally Germans. At this particular point there was a tribe of 3,000 Indians and only thirty-five white men. One Indian had been hung for the murder, and we were taken and shown his body dangling from the limb of a tree. The other had escaped, and the whites had made a requisition upon the chief of the Indian tribe for his surrender. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon that we were in Coleheur's store, talking, when there was a great commotion, and a party of 500 In dians were seen approaching the camp. We all, miners and all, supposed that they were hostilto coming to avenge the death of the murderer, and the miners hastily barricaded and armed themselves, ready for the attack. My son Edward thought it was great fun to fight the Indians, but I rather looked at it differently, and sought refuge in Cole heur's store. After all it turned out that the Indians were not hostile, but wero com ing to deliver the escaped murderer, whom they had captured. A trial was immediate ly held, with myself as examiner. I was asked to interfere by Coleheur, and on in quiry I found that the Indian was guilty of the murder charged. Then I offered no further objection, and the white miners, with a Massachusetts man named Fuller, took the culprit to a tree and executed him. The country there is in a fearful condition. The whites are afraid of an uprising on the part of the Indians. There is no law, and the United States should establish a Territorial government. We returned to British Columbia August 4, and since that time I have been traveling in the Yellow stone." Mr. Pierrepont describes Alaska as hav ing scenery unequaled by that of Switzer land. He said the grazing lands were as fine as those in the Southwest, and that the *»a.ers were filled with salmon and seal. He purposes making a report to the govern ment of his researches. What Gloves Are to a Woman. [Boston Saturday Evening Gazette.] A critical observer makes this sensible remark: "A woman's glove is to her what a vest is to a man." Precisely. When a man is agitated or perplexed he at once at tacks his vest buttons, thus giving occa sion for a certain very expressive slang phrase. A woman's vest does not admit of this sort of "pull down," but her glove is always a source of inspiration and a refuge from any embarrassment, She smooths on the fingers, rearranges the buttons, drags out the wrinkles, looks critically at the fit and does a dozen little «things with her glove that betray or allay nervousness and quite sustain the truth of the above quo tation.