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FOR days have been cherishing
A little bird with broken wing.
I love it in my heart of hearts
To win its love I try all arts
I call it by each sweet pet name
That I can think, its fear to tame.
My room is still and bright and warm
The little thing is safe from harm.
If I bad left it where it lay
Flntterfng in the wintry day,
No mate remaining byi ts side.
Before nightfall It mast have died.
It sips the drink, it eats the food
Plenty of both, all sweet and good.
But all the while my hand it flies.
Looks np at me with piteous eyes
From morn till night, restless and swift,
Runs to and fro, and tries to lift
Itself upon its broken wing,
And through the window-pane to spring.
Poor little bird I Myself I tee
From morn till night in watching thee.
A Power I cannot understand
Is sheltering me with loving hand
It calls me by the dearest name,
My love to win, my fear to tame
Each day my daily food provides.
And night and day from danger hides
Me safe the fqod, the warmth I take,
Yet all the while ungrateful make
Rextleds nnd piteous complaints,
And strive to break the kind restraints.
Dear little bird, 'twill not be long
Bach day thy wing is growing strong
Whon it is healed, and thou canst fly,
My windows will be opened high
And I shall watch with loving eyes
To see thee soar in sunny aides.
I, too, some day, on healed wing
Bel free, shall soar aloft and ting,
And in my jov no memory find
Of prison walls I left behind
Christian Unton.
SLEEP, baby, sleep I
Mother is holding thee close to her breast.
Close to the warm heart that loveth thee best
Safe in the mother arms nestle and dream,
Little white lily on life's restless stream.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Dream, baby, dream I
Angels are whispering now in thine ear
Beautiful things thou art smiling to hear
Souls of the angels are like unto thine.
Beautiful dreamer, and yet—thou art mine!
Dream, baby, dream I
Rest, baby, rest I
Beautiful eyes, under eyelids of snow,
Sce'st thou the things that mine eyes may not
Eyes of the pansy, both winsome and wise,
See'at thou the secrets of life's mysteries
Rest, baby, rest!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Child, oh, my child, nestle close to my breast,
Here in the mother arms always is rest
Rest when thou'rt weary, and love when thou'rt
For the love of a mother is always nntold.
Rest, baby, restt
—American Homes
HARRY was my youngest, and, maybe,
my dearest. Mothers are apt to be a lit
tle partial to the baby," you know but
I had some excuse for being fond of him.
Beth and Sam were grown-up men, and of
the five that came between them and
Harry only the row of little headstones in
the graveyard yonder is left to tell the
story. So it was we all petted and, maybe,
spoiled the child nobody could help it,
he was so sweet and cunning.
It's nigh upon thirty years ago, that day
when Josiah—that was my husband—and
the boys came up from the hayfield and'
my baby was not with them. He had fol
lowed them down in the morning, and as
he did not come back I never once
thought but that they'd let him stay to
play about in the drying grass till dinner
Where's Harry, pa?" I said, not wor
ried, but thinking maybe he had stopped
to pick berries by the way, or to hide for
Carlo tofindhim.
Ain't he home?" was all pa said, as he
scrubbed his face with the towel.
No," I said, and then I choked a little
and couldn't say no more.
What makes you so white, ma?" and
don't be scared Harry's round some
where all right, I'll warrant," said Seth
and Sam, both talking together. And Jo
siah he said a word or two of comfort,
too, but I wasn't contented till I'd took a
look around the house and hunted it all
over and called Harry! Harry!" all the
while they three ate their dinner. But I
didn't fina him, though I went clear to
the hayfield and back, and looked in the
barn and the shed-chamber, and every
where I thought he could be hid away.
By the time 1 got back to the house again
Josiah was out on the back stoop to meet
|4Didn't you find him, mother?" he
said, as quick as 1 came near, and I see
he looked a little worried, too.
No," I said. When did he leave the
"He hain't been there today," he
answered, sort of surprised-like. Wheu
did he go away?"
"Early this morning—eight o'clock or
so and then I felt all through me that
the boy was lost.
You see we hadn't a neighbor for ever
so far around—the nearest was six miles
away, 'cross lots at that, and there wasn't
but that one till you come to the Cross
Roads—ten miles, if it was a foot. So I
knew he couldn't be gone to any house,
the mite—he was only five years old, and
small of his age, too.
We'd been on the farm six years that
spring, so we'd had a chance to add con
siderable to the original clearing, but for
all that it wasn't much of a walk to the
thirk woods that a quarter or a half mile
back of the house stretched away miles
toward the distant mountain".
Well, 1 felt sure the boy was lost—and
just the thought of my baby wandering
alone through those thick, dark woods,
living on berries, in danger from wild
beasts—for bears and wild-cats were still
middlin' plenty round about—crying for
me when the night came on and dying at
last, starved and worn out with hunger
and weariness—why, it seemed as if I
should go crazy—such horrible sights
came up before me.
Pa and the boys wouldn't give in to it
at first, but finally, when they'd hunted
everywhere around the farm where even
a cat could hide, they came back to me
with white faces but stopped only long
enough to say Sam was going to neighbor
Deane's to get their men-folks to help in
the search, while Seth and pa looked
along the edge of the woods back of the
house. Meanwhile I was to wait, with
what patience I might, till my baby was
found or they had given up the search. I
could not help, they said, and should only
hinder them.
Hours went by—how, I know not—and
at last neighbor Deane and his four stal
wart boys came over with Sam. Then the
search began in earnest. Of course he
must be in the woods—no one of them all
seemed to have a doubt of that—and guns
were hastily loaded, torches prepared (for
the night was coming on), and the men
divided into Squads of two, each to go in
a different direction. They would signal
each other by firing guns.
They had gone, every one, and I walked
up and down thefloorsof an emptyhouse.
I shall not try to tell you how those aw
ful hours passed—how in every shadowy
corner I seemed to see my poor baby's
wide-open, frightened eyes, or fancied in
every sound of the night my baby's cries
for mamma."
By-and-by the moon came up it was
nearly full and there wasn't a cloud in all
the sky, so that out-of doors it was almost
as light as day. The lonely, darkened
house seemed so full of haunting shad
ows that I could stay in it no longer, and
I went out into the bright, cold light out
side. There was just the least breath of
air stirring I could see the willows at
the foot of the ten-acre lot move their
branches lazily as the light breeze swept
through them.
Down at the foot of the ten-acre lot.
But what besides the willows was there
And a thought came that almost took my
breath away—a terrible, sickening dread.
A narrow, sluggish brook, more like a
muddy ditch than anything else, ran clear
across that lot first at the foot, and the
willows grew thick on either side—so
thick that a child could hardly force his
way through to the water—and that was
why, no doubt, Josiah and the boys had
overlooked the place.
But my Harry was a daringlittle fellow
and a pretty persevering one as well. How
could I be sure that he had not struggled
through the low-hanging willow bushes
and found his way to the water? And if
he had—good God! he was drowned, he
was dead—my poorlittle baby! It seemed
as if I almost flew across the garden and
the hay-field till I stood beside the water.
It was a dark, dirty stream, full of slimy,
crawling things, and frogs croaked dis
mally along the banks.
How I shivered as I thought of myblue
eyed boy, who might be lying beneath the
hideous green scum that covered the
water. I could not bear the thought but
the awful dread of it wouldn't let me rest
till I knew for certain, and I tore off
shoes and stockings and stepped down in
the water. It crept like a living thing
around my ankles and above them half
way to my knees. It was thick with mud,
and I could not see an inch below the
surface. So I stooped down and scooped
my arms along on either side of me,
reaching to the bottom and out to each
slippery bank.
It was awful work. Now and then my
hand touched a frog's cold, clammy back,
and I only knew it was not my darling's
dead hand or face when it jumped from
beneath my fingers. Reeds and long
grasses brushed against my ankles, and
my heart stood still while I bentto lift my
baby's flaxen curls Once a sharp stone
cut my foot and I fancied it must be the
metal buckles of Harry's little shoe.
Once, too, a water-snake coiled about my
arm, and for a moment I dreamed of my
baby's clinging fingers. Then I shook off
the hideous thing and went on wearily,
yet with resolute patience.
After what seemed to me long hours
the bottom of the stream grew thick with
pebbles, the water grew clearer ana shal
lower, and the willows were gone from
the banks. I could walk upright now,
and I could see through the clear water
all that lay beneath. So I went on taster
but more hopeful. I had entered the edge
of the woods by this time, and the moon
shine penetrated but dimly.
Still I kept on. I hoped for nothing.
My heart was sick with utter despair, and
yet when I came out into a little open
place where the water, sweeping round
the foot of an immense pine tree, made
the tiniest of little bays, and I saw- my
boy lying fast asleep on the very brink of
the water, I felt no surprise.
Yes, it was my boy—my baby—wet,
hungry and cold, but safe—safe in his
mother's longing arms. I did not faint.
I shed no tears. I only gathered my
sleeping boy close to my heart and turned
toward home. I had come far out of
sight of the house, but I knew the direc
tion in which it lay and I felt no fear of
not reaching it safely. And I did get
home at last, with clothes torn by the
underbrush and bare feet cut and bleed
iug from stones and rocks over which I
had walked unheeding. I went across
the threshold of my own door at last, and
laid my precious burden down on the
settee before the still smoldering fire.
Then I took down the great dinner horn
and, going into the yard, blew it long and
often, till at length the answering shots
told me I was heard and understood.
Then I raked down the fire and built it
up anew, and warmed and dried and fed
my baby, the while his eager prattle told
me how he had wandered away till the
path was lost and papa's house could not
be seen, nor any place that looked famil
iar to the baby eyes and how he was
hungry and by-ana-by so tired, and then
it grew dark and he said his little prayer
and lay down to sleep—sure, in his child
ish faith, that papa or mamma would
come for him before morning because
I knew you'd be afraid to have me out
doors all night, mamma," he said, in his
childish fashion.
And then I heard the hurried steps of
the coming men. I went to the door to
meet them with Harry in my arms. Jo
siah and the boys came first, and I gave
my baby into his father's arms and tell
down at his feet—for the first time in my
life I had fainted dead away.
Afterward I had brain fever, and when
at last I went about the house again the
snow was lying deep upon the ground
and my hair, so dark before, rivaled the
snow in hue.—Rural New Yorker.
RHODE ISLAND girls are not wanting in
the art of gently insinuating that, like
Barkis, "they're willin'." It was only
recently that a lady walking one evening
under the classic shades of Brown UnH
versity overheard the following conversa
tion between a young lady and gentleman
Justin front of her: "Charlev, did you
ever hear it said that if a person found a
four-leaved clover, and put it in their
shoe, the first gentleman or lady the per
son walked with would be their husband
or wife?" "No—never heard of it be
fore." Well, I found one and put it in
my shoe this morning, and you are the
first one I have walked with. I wonder
if it is true?"
A BALTIMORE woman has taken time by
the forelock. A few days since she
brought to the Register of Wills in that
city a will made by her husband, and
which she desired to file for probate.
"When did he die?" inquired the sym
pathetic clerk to whom thedocument was
handed. "Why, bless you," responded
the woman, he ain't dead yet, but he
gave me that" (pointing to the will), and
he drinks a quart of liquor everv day,
and I guess," continued she, with a
laugh, "he'll play out in about three
months." The officer had no more to
say, and quietly filed away the will.
How Trains Are Disposed Or.
A New York correspondent of the Troy
Timet recently visited the signal office at
the Grand Central Depot in New York,
and thus tells how 140 trains of cars are
received and dispatched every day:
This is a little room at the northern
entrance of the depot, about thirty feet
above the pavement. It is reached bv a
narrow passageway from the west side.
Looking down the depot there was a space
of more than 600 feet extent by 200 feet
breadth, covered with an iron roof and
lighted from the top. Trains of cars were
coming and going incessantly but no
confusion was perceptible and everything,
as my friend said, went on like clock
work.' There were two operators in ser
vice here, relieving each other during a
tour of duty which extends from five a.
m. to eleven at night, their motions being
regulated by a large and costly clock.
The gentleman in charge received usvery
politely but before we had hardly
thanked him we heard the sharp and rapid
ring of a bell overhead. It was marked
Ninety-sixth to Seventy-fifth street.'
You see,' said the operator, there's a
train coming in, and it wants to know if
we are ready for it.' But how does it
ring that bell?' By electricity,' was the
reply. In a few minutes another bell
rang. It was marked
and this renews notice either to prepare
for it or to signal it to stop.' He
touched a telegraphic machine, and then
This throws up the signal to come
in.' And sure enough, in a few minutes
the train arrived One hundred and forty
trains arrive and depart in a day, includ
ing the Central Hudson, the Harlem and
the New Haven Roads, and hence the sig
nal service is one of incessant activity.
The operator then informed us that each
road has four starting bells, of different
keys, all of which were rung by him by
means of electricity. Three started pas
senger trains, and one ordered out the
cars as soon as emptied.
he,' this train which has just come in.
The passengers are gone and I want to
know if the baggage is taken out.' He
touched a stop and rang a bell (ashe said)
600 feet distant.
I am now about to send out a pas
senger train,' continued the operator. A
half hour ago I struck twice to open the
doors and let the passengers pass from
the sitting room to the cars. Now I shall
soon close that very door but first I
must stop checking baggage.' A small
knob was touched by his finger.
said he, the next trunk that comes must
wait for another tram. There (another
touch with the finger), the baggage car is
hauled out and switched on to the right
track. Five minutes more and she is off.'
Here goes the close-the-door beli' (a
touch) no one passes in after this. Now
I say: All aboard!" '(a touch), and we
hear the distant voice of the conductor
echoing through the vaulted roof. Now
it moves' (another touch), and the rumb
ling motion was immediately perceptible,
and in a few moments the train left the
depot. As the cars go up the road they
signal their progress by ringing bells in
this same office until they have got
through the city streets, and thus give as
surance of a clear track for all that may
follow. The depot will contain twelve
frains of thirteen cars each, and by means
to this wonderful system they are all
managed with dispatch and safety."
An Impromptu Wedding.
A WEDDING occurred in Memphis the
other day. Weddings have before occurred
in Memphis, but none like this:
Mr. John Stone met Miss Sallie Belle
Martin and a lady friend, and proposed a
walk to the bluff, from which point a fine
view can be had of the river. A gentle
man acquaintance was met, who, after a
few minutes' chat, walked away wit* the
lady friend, leaving Mr. Stone and our
heroine together. They walked, laugh
ing and chatting, until opposite the Cal
vary Church, when, the conversation
chancing to be on things matrimonial,
Mr. Stone, in atone of raillery, said:
They accordingly went to Specht's and
bought some confections. Coming out
they saw a milk wagon standing near.
Is not that Mr. Martin's wagon!"
asked Miss Martin.
Yes, I believe it is," responded Mr.
would like to see him," said Miss
Sallie, "for I thought him such a nice
gentlemen the other night at the party,
and would like to see him again."
They went into the store and inquired
after Mr. Martin.
Being told that he was somewhere near,
they went into the street and met the gen
tleman on the sidewalk. He is our hero.
A few minutes of conversation ensued,
when Mr. Stone said:
Fred, Miss Sallie here has just backed
me out on a proposition to get married."
Well," replied Mr. Martin, turning to
the lady, you can't back me out!"
the nearest 'Squire (Hall). That official
was not in.
They took a carriage and drove out to
St. Mary's, as the most convenient place
for the ceremony. The rector. Rev.
George C. Harris, was not in, and they,
still on matrimony bent, despite the cruel
fate which seemed opposed, started back
down town. When near Fourth street,
Mr. Martin espied Mr. Harris on the
street, and at once accosted him, asking
his services. With a profound bow the
obliging rector expressed himself willing
and ready, and the quartet, taking a
street-car, again proceeded to St. Mary's,
being joined en route bytwoyoungladies,
friends of all parties, who 'happened
along at the time. Arriving at the church,
it being dark by this time, the lights were
turned on, and the5"hither strange-looking
bridal' party—Mr. Martin being in his
everyday working clothes—proceeded at
once to the chancel, where in his clerical
robes awaited the reverend gentleman
who was soon to unite them forever.
Neither the lady nor Mr. Martin, by
this time very sober in the expression of
their countenances, faltered, but joining
hands stood before the manof God. When
the question was asked Mr. Martin—
Sixty-first to
Fifty-sixth street.' 'The train now
reports itself again,' said the operator
Wilt thou have this woman to thy
wedded wife?" he, in low, firm tone,
answered, I will." To the question:
Wilt thou have this man to thy wed
ded husband?" etc., Miss Martin prompt
ly responded, I will," and to the ques
moment a bell over-
head struck twice. Baggage is out,' he
otherwise he would have struck
once, and I would have waited. I must
order the train out. Doyou see the loco
motive just ahead? Well, now see it
move.' He touched a stop, and I saw the
letter displayed at a window in a side
building. 'He hears a bell ring, also,'
said the operator. The engine backed
down and hitched to the empty train and
the disappeared. I shall now send
him out,' said the operator, as he touched
another stop and the empty train at once
moved forward and left the depot. The
letters (I may add parenthetically)
designate the locomotives of the Harlem,
Hudson River and New Haven Roads, and
are the signals to back down and connect
with trains.
Who giveth this woman to be married
to this man?" Mr. Stone stepped forward
(as next friend) and taking the lady's hand
gave it to the minister.
When that part of the ceremony was
reached where, after plighting theirtroth,
the ring is given, it was found that neither
of the parties had the necessary article.
One of theyoung ladies mentioned noticed
the stop, slipped a ring off herfingerand
handed it over.
You see,' said
pronounce that they are man and
wife, in the name of the Father, and of
the Son, and of the Holy Ghost Amen,"
and the romance was completed.
A Sad Story.
A little boy having heard a beautiful
story about a little boy and a hatchet, and
hew, because the little boy wouldn't tell
a lie he, in time, got to be President of
the United States, was very much im
pressed by it. Now it so happened that
on the last day of March he was just ten
years old, and his father asked him what
he would like to have for a birthday pres
ent. Very naturally the boy's answer
was, A little hatchet, if you please,
The father bought him a little hatchet
that very day, and the boy was so de
lighted that he actually took it to bed
with him.
Early the next morning he got up,
dressed himself, took his little hatchet and
went out into the garden. There, as luck
would have it, thefir9tthing that caught
his eye was his father's favorite cherry
tree. My eyes!" exclaimed the little boy
tohimself, "what a time my father would
make if a fellow were to cut that tree!"
It was a wicked thought, for it led him
into temptation. There was the tree—
tall, straight and fair—standing invitinglv
before him—just the thing for a sharp
little hatchet. And there was the
hatchet strong, sharp and shin
ing—just the thing for a favorite
cherry tree. In another instant the swift
strokes of an ax were heard in the still
morning air, and before long a small boy
was seen running toward the house. His
father met him at the door.
My boy, what noise was that I heard
just now. Surely you have not been at
my favorite cherry tree!"
The boy stood proudly before him, but
with downcast eyes andflushingcheeks.
Father," he said,
That cherry tree is
Miss Sallie, I dare you to go across
the street and get married."
The banter was promptly accepted, and
they crossed the street and entered the
church, in which services were being held
at the time. Not seeing any faltering on
the lady's part, Mr. Stone whispered:
"I give up you have beaten me letIowa,
us go and the two retraced their steps.
I can," laughingly responded Miss
Martin and then for two or three min
utes the parties indulged in laughter and
repartee, finally closing witfi the proposal
of Mr. Stone to go off and get a license.
This was agreed to by all parties, and
the trio set off for the office of the County
Clerk,where the coveted document was to
be had. Arriving there they fortunately
met Mr. John Overton, Jr., who ac
quiesced in the proposal to go on the
marriage bond, and in ten minutes the
license was signed, sealed and delivered
by the smiling Clerk, Mr. James Reilly.
Coming out, the question was put by Mr.
Where will we go to get married!"
In that obliging manner which renders
him such a favorite, Mr. Stone proposed
cannot tell a lie.
Say no more," said the father, extend
ing his arms. You have done wrong,
my son and that was my favorite tree
but you have spoken the truth. I forgive
you. Better to
This was too much. The boy rushed
into his father's arms.
"Father!" he whispered, "April fool!
I haven't touched the cherry tree but I
'most chopped the old apple stump to
young rascal, you!" cried the
do you mean to say you haven't
chopped my cherry tree? April-fool your
old father! will you? Take off your coat,
With a suppressed sob that little boy
obeyed. Then, shutting his eyes, he felt
his father's hand descenduponhis shrink
ing form.
My son," said the father, solemnly, as
he stroked the little shoulder,
it is the
First of April. Go thy way."—From
Jack-in-the-Pulpit, St. Nicholas for April.
Balls or Fire.
ONE of our subscribers, Mr. 8. H.
Oathout, of Iowa, writes as follows:
As the season of thunder, lightning and
balls of fire is fast approaching, 1 will
mention two that I saw one evening. It
was in the county of Clayton and State of
in June, 1857. I bad been to mar.
ket, was returning home in the evening,
and before me lay to the west a fearful
shower, in which all the elements seemed
angry without a cause. As I must of ne
cessity pass through this shower, my eye
was upon it continually, contriving how
to escape its fury. Presently I saw a ball
of fire in the front cloud as large as a full
moon shortly it began to move toward
the south it went about half a mile, and
then exploded with a terrible crash. In
about ten minutes I saw another ball of
the same size in the same place, and
moved in the same direction, and in like
manner as the first, and exploded with a
crash that made the earth tremble. These
two balls of fire were standing still when
I first saw them I had ample time to
view them perfectly before they began to
move. They were round as a full moon
and very bright, with a thin cloud in
front when they exploded it was as dark
as Egyptian darkness. This I conceive
to be a rare sight, andbut few people have
ever seen anything of the kind.—Prairie
A FEW days ago a New Orleans horse
railroad company sunk 47,000 counterfeit
nickel coins in the Mississippi River, the
receipts of one year. The counterfeiting
of these coins is carried on so extensively
in New Orleans that the Picayune esti
mates that 1,000 people daily pay the fares
on the horse railroad with bogus coin.
—It costs $1,000 to collect $3,000school
money in Idaho and $1,800 of the re
maining $2,000 goes to the Superinten
dent of Public Instruction, and the chil
dren get the benefit of $900. This, in
round numbers, is the condition of the
Idaho echdol fend under the law.
SOMETHING in particular—PsAoRmTe
YAQUTNA BAY, Oregon, is to be geolog
ically examined.
THERE is not a paper in Delaware
which wants the whipping-post abolished.
PHILADELPHIA wants a few female bar
bers. How nice to be lathered by a
pretty Quakeress!
THE Rochester Chronicle says that the
climate of that city gently wooes rheu
matic twinges from their lurking place.
NEW JERSEY quidnuncs mention as a
rare phenomenon a native four years old
who has just learned to chew tobacco.
BRAYS men can term fair women
The "apple of their eye,"
Bat when they come to office,
No ladies meed apply."
SOME boys at Biddeford, Me., found a
woman's head in thewater, and the whole
of Maine is being searched over to find
the body.
A BURGLAR who was found under a
man's bed in Philadelphia excused him
self on the ground that he was looking
for his dog.
TEXAS cattle-drivers are busy gathering
herds for an early drive. Cattle are in
better condition than ever before at this
season of the year.
MRS. MARTHA DUFFY, of Atlanta, Ga.,
took morphine because she had lost in
business the money got on her dead hus
band's life insurance.
A DOCTOR writes to the Baltimore Sun
that the nervous disease known as hydro
phobia can be produced by the bite of a
perfectly healthy dog.
A MEDICAL journal says that it is inju
rious for one to drink water out of pools
and ditches. It is not as convenient as
drinking from a glass, either.
THE New York Sun says that any man
can make a fortune in ten*years by raising
cabbages, but Greeley's advice to young
men can't be covered up that way.
MARYLAND has anew State law fining
a barber $5 for keeping his shop open
Sunday, but a saloon can remain open
all day and incur no prosecution.
A GREEN BAY preacher rode thirteen
miles, married a couple on the ice, took
fifty cents his fee, and returned home
without losing his bland smile.
A SHOEMAKER out West, with a literary
turn of mind, has the following poetical
gem attached to his shingle:
Here lives a man who never refuses
To mend all sorts of boots and shoeses."
THAT is a smart boy baby in Oak Har
bor, Ohio. He can walk, talk, speak
French and English, whistle and sing,
and all at the tender age of thirteen
AT Fort Wrangell, Alaska, the average
emperature during the winter has been
thirty degrees below zero. The coldest
snap was in January, when the mercury
A BLIND and insane inmate of the Rome
(N. Y.) poor-house became imbued with
the notion that everybody was trying to
poison him. He therefore went and
hanged himself.
THE Cincinnati Commercial says the
best way to keep the lid snugly on a tea
kettle full of boiling water is to sit on it.
Few people "would have ever thought of
FEATHER CAKE.—One cup sugar, one
teaspoonful butter, one egg, three cups
flour, two-thirds of a cup of sweet milk,
one teaspoonful cream tartar, half one of
soda. Flavor with lemon.
LAMB.—Lamb should be roasted until
the gravy that drops is white the fore
quarters are the best for a roast the leg is
good broiled or roasted two houiB will
roast the fore-quarters well.
WHEN you repeat the proverb,44 Frail
ty, thy name is woman!" you must ex
cept, hereafter, Mrs. Chloe Jones, colored,
of Raleigh, whose waist, at its slenderest
point, measures seven feet in circumfer
IN the stomach of a codfish opened at
Boston the other day was found a stone
inkstand full of ink. If the fish had only
secured a pen and some paper the world
might have had a story of life under the
A CALIFORNIA newspaper, speaking of
a rich mine, says that on discharging a
blast a seam of rock about the thickness
of a man's hand was displayed, so yellow
with the precious metal as to seem almost
solid gold.
OF all jokes, says the Salem (Mass.)
Gazette, that of the Legislature passing a
law to prevent young men under eighteen
years hurting themselves by overwork is
the greatest. Won't Young America"
enjoy the laugh?
LIGHT FRUIT CAKE.—Three-fourths
pound butter, one pound sugar, one pound
eggs, one pound flour, one pound raisins,
stoned and chopped a little, half-pound
citron, small teaspoonful soda, no spice.
Will keep all summer.
THE St. Paul Pioneer longs for some
preventive against breaking the point off
a lead-pencil. A very simple and cheap
preventive is to roll it up in tissue paper,
tie with silk thread and then carry it
around in a padded box.
CHERRY PUDDING.—Three cups butter
milk, three eggs, three cups cherries, one
teaspoonful soda, a pinch of salt. Stir
well, and thicken with flour, and bake.
Serve with sauce or sweet cream and
sugar. Any other fruit is as good as cher
A NEW YORKcourthasdecided in favor
of passengers on a crowded train occupy
ing seats in a palace car without paying
extra therefor, and has awarded a man
$400 damages for being put off a train be
cause he refused to pay for a seat in such
a car when there were none vacant in the
other part of the train.
THERE is no use trying to arouse chil
dren in the morning, at this season of the
year, under the maxim that the early bird
catches the worm. There isn't any worm
to catch, and they know it. Just as soon
as the frost is out, so that the worm can
be caught, the boys will be up and have
him to go fishing with.
THE good people of Ipswieh, Mass., are
pointing triumphantly to the power of
trayer in that town. There was a scheme
a grand calico ball, but the church
members have been praying unceasingly
that it might not take place, and a large
number of the young ladies who were
going to it have decided to break their
engagements, several ef them have been
converted, and the ball has been given up.
THE sweetest lass in all this country
round" is in Eureka, Nev. She was not
always thus," but a few evenings since
she attended a candy pull. She stepped
on a chair which tipped her into the
warm sirup. It was of such consistency
as to affectionately adhere to her golden
ringlets. She emerged therefrom
sweeter than the sweetest," but not
than the neatest." Eureka, to
rival her in sticky sweetness, has no mo'
Bald Mountain—An Indian Legend.
York Evening Poet:
As the telegraph is circulating some
wonderful earthquake stories about Bald
Mountain, of North Carolina, I am
tempted to give you a few notes which I
took there in 1848.
From the summit of the pass, asyou de
scend Nan-ti-ha-lah Mountain to the east
ward, a number of very imposing scenes
present themselves, but chief among all
the hills rises the rugged peak of Bald
Mountain. It is said to have been for
merly covered with forests, and its pres
ent baldness is accounted for by the
Cherokees after the following manner:
There once existed among these moun
tains a very large bird, which resembled
the green-winged hornet, and thiscreature
was in the habit of carrying off the young
children who happened to wander into
the woods. Very many children had dis
appeared in this manner, and the entire
people declared a warfare against the
monster. A variety of means were em
ployed for his destruction, but without
success. In process of time it was deter
mined that the wise men of the nation
should try their skill in the business
They met in council, and agreed
that each should station himself on the
summit of a mountain, and that when the
creature was seen the man who made the
discovery should utter a loud halloo,
which should be taken up by the neigh
boron the next mountain, and so contin
ued to the end of the line, that all the
men might have a shot at the bird. The
experiment was tried, and resulted in
finding the hiding-place of the monster,
which was a deep cavern on the eastern
side of the Blue Ridge, and at the foun
tain-head of the river Too-ge-lah. On ar
riving at this place they found the en
trance to the cave entirely inaccessible to
mortals, and they therefore prayed to the
Great Spirit that he would bring out the
bird from his den and place him within
reach of their arms. The petition was
granted, for a terrible thunder-storm im
mediately arose, and a stroke of light
ning tore away one-half of a large moun
tain, and the Indians were successful in
slaying their enemy. The Great Spirit
was pleased with the courage manifested
by the Cherokees during their dangerous
fight, and, with a view of rewarding it, he
willed that all the highest mountains in
their land should thereafter be destitute
of trees, so that they might always have
an opportunity of watching the move
ments of "their enemies.
Such are some of the earthquake ideas
which formerly prevailed among the
scientists" of the wilderness, £qptw$
must wait patiently for what
promulgated before long by ttttfwlie
of our scientific institutions'.* In the
meantime I give you a fewvlacts, which I
obtained among the mountains of Caro
lina, bearing somewhat on the great com
motion now going on.
I was once piloted by a mountaineer to
a spot in Haywood County, on the side of
a mountain where, it was stated, a water
spout had occurred many years ago, the
bursting of which caused a very great
noise and the shaking of the earth. What
seemed the pathway of an avalanche was
said to be the effect of the water deluge.
Within the recollection of persons now
living, this mountain, which is a brother
of Bald Mountain, has been violently agi
tated and broken to pieces. The first
shock occurred in 1811 or 1812 and the
last in 1835 and it is asserted that an
other mountain, about forty milesdistant,
was also convulsed in like manner in
1881. Solid granite rocks were rent
asunder, and thefissuresgenerally took a
northerly direction and as seen with the
eve of the geologist the entire region here
alluded to seems to constitute a hypogene
How the Dog Had His Likeness Taken.
As the story we are about to tell may
seem incredible to some of our readers,
we will preface it by stating that its literal
truth is vouched for by a well-known lady
of Lowell, Mass., Mrs. C. A. Richardson,
a sister-in-law of President Grant's Sec
retary of the Treasury.
Coesar was a fine Newfoundland dog of
great intelligence, owned by Mrs. R. One
morning she took the dog, with some of
the children of her family,to a daguerreo
type room, with the view of having a
picture taken of the group.
For nearly an hour Mrs. R. tried to
place Caesar in a posture suitable for the
purpose of getting alikeness but, when
she thought he was all right he would
slowly get up, shake his huge body, and,
of course, spoil the picture.
Annoyed at his conduct Mrs. R. opened
the door, and in a stern voice said to
Csesar, "Go home, sir! You have dis
pleased me very much you shall not stay
with us any longer." Hereupon poor
Caesar slunk away with a crest-fallen look
and Mrs. R. made no further attempt to
put him in the picture. But the next
day, much to her surprise, Csesar came
home'with a box tied* around his neck.
What could it mean He seemed to be
greatly pleased and wagged his tail ex
pressively while waiting for the opening
of the box.
His mistress was still more surprised
when she found that it contained a fine
daguerreotype of Csesar himself.
At her earliest convenience she called
on Mr. S., the daguerreotypist, to inquire
how he had succeeded in enticing the dog
into his room and keeping him quiet.
Mr. S. said that, on the morning follow
ing the failure, he heard a noise in the
entry as if some one was thumping on the
On opening it he found Csesar standing
there with wistful and eager face. Mr. S
tried to drive him away, but the dog in
sisted on entering then walked to the old
place directly in front of the instrument
and sat quietly down, as much as to say,
Now, sir, I am ready to make amends
for my undignified behaviorof yesterday.'
Seeing at once what the dog wanted,
Mr. S. took the hint, placed his instru
ment aright, and the result was a very fine
As soon as he saw that Mr. S. had done
with him, Csesar rose and stretched him
self with the satisfaction of one who had
wiped out a disgrace by making repara
tion. He then waited for the daguerreo
type, which Mr. S. tied around his neck,
and trotted home with it to his mistress.
After this specimen of his sagacity
Csesar was more a favorite than ever. He
died many years ago but the daguerreo
type likeness which he obtained is still
treasured in his mistress* family and we
are glad to be able to record this story in
our pages as a tribute to his memory.-'
The Far Seal of Alaska.
MR. H. W. ELLIOT, who resided over a
year on the islands of Alaska as an officer
of the Government, returned in the early
part of the winter and has submitted to
the Secretary a valuable and interesting
report, from which the facts narrated
below are taken:
The young seal or
as it is
called, for the first three months after
birth is jet black in color. The young
are treated with the greatest apathy, and
if one stirs ever so short a distance from
its station it can be picked up and killed
before its mother's eyes without causing
•he slightest concern. The males protect
the pups with great courage so long as
they remain on the station, but never
beyond its limits. In September the pups
begin to leave the station, and gather in
immense masses and clusters, completely
covering the ground, and sleeping and
playing together by tens of thousands.
The mothers go off to sea for a day or
two at a time, and when they come back
each is able to recognize her own pup by
the sound of its cry, or bleat, which re
sembles that of a lamb, and to single it
out from thousands and she will suckle
no other than her own. The pups cannot
at first swim, but they succeed after a few
efforts, and then delight in the water,
twisting, turning, diving and swimming
in endless evolutions. When they be
come tired they go on the beach, shake
themselves like ducks, and sleep or en
gage in lazy frolics. About the end of
October, or 10th of November, nearly all
the seals have gone off to sea, though
some remain until January, and are only
driven away by the cold and ice.
There is a large and interesting class of
seals that are not permitted and do not
come upon the breeding grounds during
the season. They are called by the Rus
sians the holluschuckie," or
seals." They are the yearlings, and
almost all are male seals under six years
old. It is this class of seals from which
those are taken that are killed for their
skins. The "hauling-grounds" for these
seals are mostly at English Bay. While
the full-grown males occupy the
eries" they will not allow the bachelors to
remain on the breeding-grounds. Still,
by common consent, they have roadways
or paths open through these grounds, by
which the hollushuckie" pass back and
forth to the higher grounds further back
from the sea. To get to their resting
grounds these seals climb an abrupt cliff,
crawling up places where clumsy men
would scarcely venture. Any day during
the season fifteen or twenty thousana
seals can be seen lying on the cliffs.
These seals also repair to beaches on
which the breeding seals do not come,
where they "haul up" by hundreds of
thousands. Mr. Ellott saw at one time
three miles of beach covered, in places a
Quarter of a mile back the water,
•iWtfe^tliese seals the elo^re number in
sight, by a low estimate, noWbeing jess
than a million and a half.
bachelor" seals are the most rest-
less animals in the world. They frolic
and lope about over the ground for hours
together without a moment's cessation,
and no ill-humor is ever exhibited in
their plays. They are the champion
swimmers, going through thousands of
evolutions, and driving through the water
with the rapidity of a bird on the wing.
The bachelor" seals do not fast like the
breeding seals, but go frequently into the
sea, and maintain their condition through
out the season, being as fat in the fall as
in the spring when they land. The shed
ding of the fur begins about the middle
of September, and the skins are no longer
valuable for fur.
The capture of the seals begins with
their first landing on the island. In the
first of the season the bachelor seals do
not haul up" on the island far from the
water. The natives approach slyly and
run between the sleeping seals and the
river, when the seals, startled by the sight
of men between them and the water, turn
back by thousands upon the land. The
natives walk leisurely on the flanks and
rear of the drove thus secured, directing
and Aiving them like a flock of sheep
over toward the killing ground. A drove
of seals are driven at the rate of about
half a mile an hour. They can be urged
along a mile or a mile and a quarter an
hour, but this is done at the sacrifice of
many lives in the flock. They are per
mitted frequently to rest and cool off. A
few become overheated and die on the
The seals, when brought upon the kill
ing ground, are herded there until iested
and cooled. Then squads of about fifty
are driven out from the main herd, and
are surrounded and huddled up one
against another by the natives, who carry
long, heavy clubs of hard wood, with
which they strike down the seals byblows
upon the head. A single sharp blow upon
the head of a seal is sufficient to cause
death, but usually each seal is struck
three oi four times. Only seals of such
an age and condition as are valuable for
their furs are killed, the others being al
lowed to escape and take themselves back
to the water.
When all the valuable seals in a squad
have been killed, the men drag their bod*
ies out from the heap in which they have
fallen, and spread them over the ground
singly, in order that their bodies may not
become heated. As this is done, into the
vitals of each seal a sharp knife is thrust,
that the killing may be complete. Squad
after squad is separated out and treated
in the same manner till thousands have
been slain, or until the whole drove
has been disposed of. This work of
killing is rapidly performed. So also
is the work of skinning. Forty
five men of St Paul's Island 'during
June and July, in less than four working
weeks, drove, skinned and salted the pelts
of 72,000 seals, and could have managed
in the same time 100,000. The blubber"
of the fur seal is of a faint, yellowish
white, and lies entirely between the skin
and flesh, not being deposited between
themuscles. It possesses an odor ex
ceedingly offensive and difficult to wash
from the hands. Thefleshof the fur seal,
when carefully cleaned of fat, is cooked
and can be eaten by most people. In
quality it resembles poor, tough, over
done beef. The skins are taken from the
field to the salt-houses and here they are
laid open, one upon another, hair to
fat," with salt previously sprinkled upon
the fleshy sides. After lying a week or
two salted in this style the skins are
ready for bundling and shipping. Two
skins strongly tied with cord, the hair
outside, make a bundle. The proper
killing season is from the first arrivals of
the seals in a body in June up to the
time of shedding, which begins early in
A ROCHESTER firm has found sale foi
60,000 pounda of drfed. Mid sliced pota.

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