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ICHO BUILDIN3 BAT BT. LOUIS, - MISSISSIPPI CHA9. O. MOREAU, Editor and Proprietor Long Distance Phone, No. 8. SoVeeriptien : tl.tO Per Year, in Advance ' It a man’s character is indicated 1>? his hair, as a scientist asserts, what kind of man wears a pink fringe around the side of a bald head? asks the Atlanta Journal. , One-third of the membership of the present United States Senate consists of men who are more than sixty, and there are nearly a dozen —Allison, Cullom, Teller, Frye, Proctor, Platt, Depew, Hale, McEn ery, and Gallinger—who were born seyenty or more years ago, and three —Pettus, Morgan and Whyte—first saw the light more than eighty years ago. Admiral Dewey told the story of the adoption of the “Star-Spangled Banner” as the national anthem at a recent meeting of . the Francis Scott Key Memorial Association in Washington. He said he was instru mental in its adoption by this Gov ernment, saying that once while he was abroad and was dining with Prince Henry of Prussia on the lat ter’s flagship, the band played “Hall Columbia.” He called the Prince’s attention to the fact that it was not a national anthem, and referred to the “Star-Spangled Banner.” Later, he and Justice Moody, the Secretary of the Navy, discussed the incident, and the result was the issuance of the President’s order designating the “Star-Spangled Banner” as the recognized national anthem of this Government. The Supreme Court upholds the right of the State to enact laws to prevent the desecration of the Ameri can flag and affirmed the conviction by the Nebraska courts of the mem bers of an Omaha firm which sold bottled beer having registered a trademark consisting of the words “Stars and Stripes” and the national emblem. The claim was made that the Nebraska law under which they were convicted was void because It took away personal liberty and was discriminatory In that the use of the flag was exempted in the case of newspapers, books and periodicals for other than advertising purposes. Justice Harlan in delivering the opin ion of the court held that the law was clearly within the police power of the State, although it concerned the national emblem, as long as Con gress had not legislated on the sub ject. Because Congress had not leg islated, however, it did not follow that the Stale could not. A striking editorial paragraph In Harper’s Weekly calls attention to the callousness of Americans re garding the enormous annual list of dead and wounded travelers and em ployes on the railroads of the United States. The disquieting statement Is made that since the Ist of Janu ary, this year, 128 persons have been killed and more than 300 Injured In seven disasters on five different roads. “The railroads,” comments the writer, “have the strongest pos sible motives for avoiding accidents. Shifts that result in dead passen gers and wrecked machinery save neither time nor money. How our railroad mortality Is to be reduced is a question for our railroad experts to solve. And It must be solved. Not only In the case of the railroads but In a hundred other fields of our ac tivities we Americana are disreputa bly careless and wasteful of human life. It Is not compatible with our claim to be a highly civilized people that we should put up with so much Industrial klllng as we do.” The New York Evening World says: A printing press and a lawyer are the only necessary equipment with which to begin the issue ol stock and bonds. In the popular mind there Is a confusion as to the manner In which such matters are conducted in Wall Street high finan cial circles through the mistaken be lief that a railroad mortgage Is the same as the ordinary real estate mortgage, and that Wall Street stocks are like the stock issued un der the laws of this State by repu table business corporations. Many of these railroad corporations are in reality not railroad companies at all, but only holding corporations unre stricted in their issue of bonds and stock and subject only to the nominal supervision of such States as New Jersey and Kentucky. The differ ence between a bond and stock Is that |i bond Is a promise to pay and a share of stock is only a certificate of a fractional ownership In an equi ty. The equity may have no value whatsoever except for gambling pur posed The bond may have little val ue. Instead of being real property, such fas the ordinary real estate or chattel mortgage, the bonds and stocky of such reorganized corpora tions 3as the, Chicago and Alton, the Union Pacific, the Rock Island and other made over Wall Street “securi- Are little more than gambltns chins. ' THE WAR ON WOLVES. IN PROGRESS FOR CENTURIES— NOT YET ENDED. As Many as 1,500 Wolves Killed in a Single Year Within Recent Times in France—Vain Efforts to Extermin ate the Animals—High Bounties Still Paid. The ravages of wolves in Spain this season have been reported in cable dispatches printed in the New York Sun. Driven by the heavy snowfall from the northern mountains, they have descended to the plains, where they are attacking the flocks and have killed and devoured a number of peasants. By the common voice of mankind wolves have no right to ex ist in regions where men make their homes. Every nation of Europe for generations has made strenuous ef forts to annihilate them. There are no longer any on any of the populous islands, whose isolated position gives them especial advantage, for wolves cannot easily migrate to them from other regions. The last wolf was killed in Scotland in 1680 and in Ireland in 1710. No wolf has been seen in Corsica for gen erations. It is more difficult to exterminate these animals completely in the Con tinental countries, for though the measures in one country against them are vigorous, the animals often cross the border from adjoining regions. Dr. Bretscher, who has written the history of the wolf In Switzerland, says that the last wolf in the republic, as far as he can ascertain, was killed in Lucerne in 1865. The extermination of the animal there was made possible only by the introduction of modern weapons. Traces of the wolf have been found in Switzerland as far back as the Pile dwellings of the prehistoric era, and the Swiss have made incessant war upon the animal, but wolves were still a terrible evil in the seventeenth cen tury and until quite a recent date the western frontier districts of the re public continued to suffer from their ravages. France, in spite of all her efforts, has not yet rid herself of wolves. They were formerly very numerous, because the forests, more extensive than they are today, offered them con cealment. They were most audacious, danger ous to human life, and chroniclers of the Middle Ages wrote that in rigor ous winters they did not hesitate to penetrate even into Paris, and on one occasion they killed infants in the Place Maubert. The war waged upon the wolf in France has been carried on for five centuries. King after king appointed forest agents to organize the peasants in every province for a general assault upon the wolves at least three times a year. High premiums were paid by the government for all the wolves killed; and yet in 1712 wolves in the forests of Orleans devoured, in a few days, about 10$ persons, and the King sent a special hunting expedition to put an end to this series of tragedies. In 1765 wolves were so numerous in the forest of Sainte-Menehould that the wood-choppers were compelled to quit work. The regulations for the extermination of wolves, adopted in 1830, have ever since been in force, and are today applied with the ut most vigor. Toward the middle of the last cen tury the number of wolves began to diminish considerably, and the premi um paid for killing them was re duced to 12 francs for a wolf and 6 francs for a whelp. The annual de struction for the twenty-five years ending in 1873 averaged 1,200 wolves; but after the cold winter of 1879-80, w r hen their ravages were very severe, the French Legislature voted a law awarding a premium of 200 francs for every wolf that had attacked hu man beings, 150 francs for a preg nant female, 100 francs for other wolves, and 40 francs for whelps. This law is still in force, organized warfare upon the animals is made from time to time, and in 1900 the number of wolves killed was about 1,500. The. French have always complain* ed that vigorous as their warfare may be the wolves coming over the Ger man border keep up the supply. It is very evident, however, that today there are fewer wolves in France than ever before. In some of the provinces where it once seemed impossible to extermin ate them, not a wolf has been seen in years. The French government now and then issues a map showing the distribution of wolves as nearly as can be ascertained. The map of 1889 showed the preva lence of wolves in a wide belt across France from the Vendee and Gironde to the Swiss border and extending northward along the western frontier of Alsace-Lorraine to Belgium. Three other areas were also infested by them, one along the southwestern frontier of France, another along the Mediterranean and the third in Finis terre in the northwest. The map of 1906 indicates that these animals have entirely disappeared from the Atlantic coast and from the southern frontier. They still exist in a large area west of the centre of France and are also being killed along the eastern border south of Belgium. Another area, where they are still found in the wooded regions to the southwest of Paris. But in the last seven years, as far as can be learned, they have been wiped out of at least half the territory which they occupied at the beginning of this period. The French keep up their vigorous measures with renewed confidence that the animal will be wholly exter minated in the republic. It seems cer tain also that the wolf is destined to complete extermination in Europe at no distant day. Real Sinkers. “How did they catch the thief that robbed the railroad eating house?” “He was so weighed down with plunder he couldn’t run.” “Money and silverware, I suppose?” “No. Doughnuts.”—Milwaukee Sen tlsel. avl hat Befell the “Kathleen.” ; Toid fcy Herbert R. Reynold* mi Set town by Frederick A Talbot | A thrilling tragedy of the sea, showing bow an infuriated cachalot ' tried conclusions with the American whaler “Kathleen.” The story is i Ii (Y-Ow'W /S told by the third mate of the iU-fated vessel, and.forms a dramatic * * chapter in the annals of the whaling industry. Whaling is at all times an exciting and exhilarating vocation, but it sel dom happens in the strenuous battle between the hunters and the mam mals that the monarch of the ocean comes off best. Yet now and then dramatic tragedies are reported from the whaling-grounds, and the roll of fatalities caused by the prosecution of this dangerous calling Is apprecia bly lengthened. It is doubtful, how ever, if the whaling Industry can fur nish many such another thrilling ad venture as that which befell the whaler Kathleen during her last sea son in the tropical seas in quest of the cachalot or sperm-whale—which, by the way, is one of the “gamiest” members of the cetacean tribe. The Kathleen was a respectable old barque, belonging to Messrs. J. and W. Wing, of New Bedford, Massachu setts. She had been in the business for many years and had brought home a large number of heavy and valuable cargoes from the whaling seas. We set out from New Bedford on the 22d of October, 1901. The crew were all experienced whalers, under the command of Captain Thomas Jen kins, who is himself one of the most expert hunters in Massachusetts, and can “smell a whale” a couple of hun dred miles off. I myself was attached to the Kathleen as third mate. On this trip the captain was accompanied by his pretty young wife, and the ship’s company also included a grey African parrot, some eight years of age, the pet of the captain’s wife. Our hunting-ground was the “12- 40,” about 1000 miles off the coast of Brazil, In which tropical waters the cachalot is found in abundance. We had not gone very far, however, before we experienced our first trou ble. We ran into a fierce southwest gale, and for days, so tempestuous was the wind and so great the fury of the seas, we had to keep all the hatches battened down. The Kath leen, being quite empty and conse quently riding very light, was tossed about like a straw, and we had a stiff job to keep off the dangerous coasts which we passed. Twenty days after leaving port we found ourselves in the Gulf of Mex ico, aud the vessel’s nose was then pointed towards the Cape Verde Isl ands, where we increased the num ber of the crew to forty by taking on board a dozen Portuguese sailors. The captain then set his course for the Rio de la Plata, and ten days afterwards we fell in with another Bedford whaler, which had had a fine haul, and was returning to port with some ninety barrels of oil. We “gammed” this vessel (the colloquial expression for exchanging visits), and the good fortune of her crew some what put our captain on his mettle, as so far we had not even caught sight of a whale, let alone captured one. Bad luck, however, seemed to dog us throughout the voyage. We reached the hunting-ground in due course and cruised about for several days, but our only haul was a tiny sperm-whale scarcely worth the trou ble of pursuing. To make matters worse we lost our second mate and buried him at sea on the 2d of Feb ruary, The captain, disgusted at the 111-fortune that was attending his efforts, resolved to leave this hunting ground and try a somewhat more northerly region. We started off in the southeast trades, and experienced the most diabolical weather until we had crossed the Line. Worse still, we spotted no more whales, which greatly annoyed both the captain and ourselves, seeing that we had now been out nearly five months. We were bearing up towards the Windward Isles one bright evening, and were anxiously scanning the seas for signs of a “spout” to cheer us up, when the captain came on deck and, sniffing the air, exclaimed: “Smells like sperm-whale about here. Bet you a plug of baccy we raise whales to-morrow.” I was not disposed to accept the skipper’s challenge, for we all knew that his faculty of smelling the mam mals was so acute that I should in evitably lose. And, sure enough, the captain was right in his surmise. Itfwas the 17th of March, and we were In latitude thirteen degrees north. Bad luck was still behind us, we told one another, for we regarded that ominous .“thirteen” somewhat significantly. We were lolling list lessly about in our bunks in anxious expectancy, when suddenly the look out bawled; “There goes white water!” He meant that a whale was churning and splashing the waves with his tail. “Where away?” roared the skip per. “Two p’ints on the weather bow!” “All hands on deck!” shouted the captain, excitedly. “Sperm-whale! Look lively!” The various members of the crew sprang from their bunks and tumbled up the companion-way as fast as pos sible, falling over one another in their haste. The deck, which had a moment before been almost deserted, was now a scene of the most Intense excitement and bustle. The Portu guese sailors were ruhning to and fro, getting out the tackle and lowering the boats, and above the babel of tongues the lookout’s voice could be heard distinctly as he sang out, “There she blows!” I. rushed to the ship’s side and saw a whale blowing quite close to us. Then up came another, followed by a third, fourth, and fifth, until pres ently the sea all round us was a mass of fountains as the mammals rose to the surface to spout. By a stroke of luck we had run into a veritable school of cachalots. The captain showed not the slight est sign of excitement, although he was inwardly boiling over with the good fortune that had come his way. He quietly climbed up aloft so as' to obtain a good survey all round, and I ftocn followed him. “Gee! We have run into about three hundred of ’em,” he remarked, and I do not think be was exaggerat ing in the slightest, for on all sides as far as we could see were the black, lolling bodies of the whales, blowing their spouts of water high Into the air. It was certainly the largest school of whales that any of the old, experienced hunters on the Kathleen had ever seen. Truly the Fates had been kind to us after five months’ idle cruising about, through storms and calms, with only a single in significant catch to our credit. The captain was determined to profit as much as possible by this stroke of good luck. “Lower every boat,” he yelled, and in a few sec onds, amid much groaning and squeaking, the four whaleboats which we carried were being swung from their davits into the water. As soon as the boats touched the water the crews, eager for the coming fray, tumbled into them and got the tackle aboard. Soon they were pulling might and main away from the ship. Whaling tackle comprises a har poon attached to the end of a long length of Manila rope an inch and a half in thickness. The harpoon is fitted at the end with a hook having a single barb, which, however. Is fixed on a pivot, so that it can swing round easily. The harpoon is at tached to a heavy pole of strong, tough wood, specially selected so as to withstand the severe strains to which it is subjected. One edge of the harpoon is ground fine until it has the keenness of a razor, while the other is quite blunt. The rope attached to the harpoon is carefully coiled In tubs, so that when it is ra pidly paid out there is no possibility of it becoming entangled and thereby pulling at the catch. The length of rope within the tub varies, some con taining only six hundred feet, while others hold twelve hundred feet of line. The shaft of the harpoon Is ap proximately thirty inches in length, and is made of the best soft iron, so that the danger of its breaking under the heavy and sudden strains Im posed is rendered a remote contin gency. Three harpoons—or, to quote the whaler’s parlance, “Irons” —are generally carried in each boat, fitted one above the other in the starboard bow. The harpoon Is used solely for hooking the catch, and is absolutely useless for killing It. For this pur pose lances resembling long, thin spears are utilized. They are each about four feet in length and have broad points as sharp as razors. The wooden handles to which the points are attached are about four feet long, with light lines fixed to them, bo that after a thrust has been made the lances can be -Withdrawn if nec essary with little exertion. These lances are carried on the port bow, and when thrown by a skilful whaler penetrate right into the vital parts of the catch, thereby quickly render ing him hors de combat. In battling with a big, powerful whale very often two or three thrusts will be required. In the space of a few minutes the whaleboats had left the Kathleen's side. The captain’s decision to dis patch all the boats simultaneously practically denuded the whaler of its crew, the persons left on boat'd com prising the captain, his wife, the cook, and a cabin-boy. This, of course, left the skipper plenty of work to do, since when the boats are out, owing to their being low down upon the water, their range of vision is limited, and they have to receive instructions from aboard the whaler, one of the crew being stationed In the crow’s nest for this purpose. In this case this work had to be car ried out by the captain. I was in charge of the bow boat. “First blood” was drawn by the chief mate, De Viera, who got his harpoon well home in a big whale. As for myself, I could not get a glimpse of the school; but presently the cap tain’s voice came bellowing over the water: “Keep going to leeward, Rey nolds, and you’ll run right Into ’em.” My men bent to their long oars, and we bore down very rapidly. We kept going for an hour, and then I descried a big bull whale, and at the first shot got a good hold of him with my harpoon. Now the fun began In real earnest. He was a big brute, capable of yielding, I should think, some forty barrels of oil, so I de termined to stick to him, come what might. Soon I was able to get a lance home, and the blood spurted out in a fountain from the pjincture I made in his body. He lashed his tail about in impotent rage, and the water was quickly churned up Into pinky foam. Then the great brute "sounded” —that is, dived ia an attempt to get away. The rope attached to the har poon flew out like lightning, with a hiss and a roar. Two or three times I attempted to stop his mad career, but directly I checked the running out of the line our boat careened right over on its beam ends, and for fear of being overturned I had to let him have more rope. Towed by this monster cetacean our little craft trav eled through the water at breakneck speed, throwing the spray ia all di rections, and the men had difficulty in baling the water out quickly enough to prevent the boat from be coming waterlogged. “I’lk hold on to him if he takes us to Brazil!” I exclaimed to my men, who were in a fever of excitement at the sport offered by our catch. But presently, as I knew would be the case, the whale came to the surface again to spout; and then, getting close up to him, 1 jabbed my lances into him for all I was worth. For tunately every t>row told, and we promptly backed out of his wayr as he was now in tils death-struggles. He plunged bis till In all directions, and as I knew th cachalots are very pugnacious I kept a sharp eye upon him hi case he decided to rush at the boat At last, however, he expired, and we set out to tow him to the ship. The first mate had also made a splendid haul—a big cow whale—and 1 saw him towing his quarry up to the ship, where he moored her on the port side, and the tackle was run out from the masthead of the whaler in order to raise the dead mammal Into the right position to be stripped of its blubber and other products. At this moment the skipper caught sight of an enormous bull whale on the starboard quarter, and. overcome by the excitement of the chase, he yelled, “Hi? there, mate! Get after that bull. We’ll see to the cow.” Nothing loath, De Viera and his men bent to their oars again and made their way towards the bull. He was a wicked-looking brute as he lay upon the water, his large bullet head standing out like a rock. His back was studded with large lumps, which showed that he had been pre viously harpooned more than once, but had always succeeded in making his escape. Now, a bull whale who has got away from the harpoons a few times is the most dangerous and vicious brute to tackle. He always shows fight and does not take long to make up his mind to attack you; nor does he wait to be harpooned first. This fellow was about a hun dred feet in length, and I should think weighed about the same num ber of tons. De Viera and his men pulled lustily towards the whale, but he did not wait for them; he turned his bullet head in their direction and came straight for them. It was an anxious and thrilling moment, but the danger did not daunt the mate. Standing in the prow, with his har poon poised in the air, he calmly watched the approaching monster. At the psychological moment he plunged It with such terrific force into the cetacean’s back that it dis appeared from sight in the flesh. The whale “sounded” immediately, and rather unexpectedly, taking the line out with a buzz and whirr. In fact, It ran out so rapidly that the friction on the gunwale twice set it in flames, and the men in the boat were hard put to keep the heat down with buck ets of water. As suddenly as he had dived, however, the brute stopped his mad career, and the slack was quick ly hauled In. He then rose to the surface directly ahead of them, and spouted terrific columns of water into the air In his rage. The boat was cautiously approach ing the mammal —whose ponderous tail was lashing the water into clouds of spray and foam—in order to get another thrust home, when, without a moment’s warning, the whale ..set off at full speed. The men could not pay out the rope quickly enough, and the boat was towed at express speed through the water, while in her gun wale, whero the running rope chafed the wood, a big rent was charred by the friction. De Viera, however, stuck tenaciously to his quarry, and was too much preoccupied in his task to observe its tactics. But from our position we took in the situation at a glance. The whale had directed Its nose towards the Kathleen, and was now bearing down on her broadside at full tilt. He was traveling at over twenty miles an hour, spouting and thrashing the water furiously the whole time. At this juncture I realized the cause of this unexpected develop ment. The whale was bent on re venge. Evidently the cow whale which De Viera had previously killed was the bull’s spouse, aud he could now see her dead body rolling list lessly on the water, which was dyed for yards around with her life blood. So great are the ties of af fection between male and female whales’ that a bull will defend his mate through thick and thin, and at such times is a highly dangerous foe. De Viera, who had up to this point held on tightly, saw that something unusual was going to happen, so with his hatchet he promptly severed the harpoon rope. That action saved his boat and companions. The whale, however, never swerved for an in stant from his object. As he ap proached the Kathleen he slightly ducked his head, for all the world like a charging buffalo, and smashed clean into the barque right amid ships, just under the waterline on the starboard side. The impact was terrific. The huge square head of the whale, filled with its several tons of spermaceti, crashed through the hull of the barque as if It were card board, and we distinctly heard the groaning and splintering of the tim bers. Hitting the side of the ship so squarely as this made the barque shiver from stem to stern, and, being empty and light, she almost rolled over under the Impact. The whale, as he pushed his head through the hull, lifted it slightly, and the barque listed / away from him as though raised by a crane. Evidently pleased with the damage he had wrought, and considering himself amply avenged, the whale sank and we saw him no more. Not that the concus sion had damaged his anatomy in the slightest, for a sperm-whale’s head is like an india rubber ball. The hole torn in the side of the Kathleen was of enormous dimen sions, and we saw at once that the poor old ship was doomed. A sperm whale’s head Is the largest part of its body, and the rent practically gaped from the keel to the main deck. When the whale withdrew its head and sank the stricken barque rolled over, and the water rushed Into the hole with the fury of a mountain tor rent. Hurriedly we pulled up to the Kathleen’s side in order to take off the skipper, his wife, the cook, and cabin-boy. There was just time for the captain to secure eighty pounds of biscuit and eighteen gallons of water; then he leapt down into the boat. Just as we were about to push off from the foundering vessel, the captain’s wife cried, in great alarm: ‘Polly! You’ve forgotten my bird! We must fetch her.” • The crew cursed that bird vehe mently, and could not understand a woman bothering about a parrot at such a moment. However, one of the men hastily scrambled up the Kathleen’s side and rescued the bird. Afterwards we somewhat appreciated the lady’s feelings for that parrot, since It afforded us considerable by its idle chattering and antics when we were adrift open the ocean, thirsty and hungry. As wo pulled away the Kathleen gave a sudden lurch, and with a wierd, gurgling sound dived head foremost beneath the waves. By dint of hard rowing, however, we just managed to clear the whirlpool produced by the suction of the sink ing ship. Presently we met the fourth mate, Nichols, hanging on like grim death to a bull whale that he had har pooned. He and his crew had been so intent on their work that they had not seen the Kathleen rammed. As they approached us Captain Jenkins, jocular still In spite of the over whelming misfortune that had just befallen him, sang out, "Got him fast. Nichols?" v "Aye, aye, captain,” replied the mate, proudly. "Then I think you had better cut him loose,” continued the captain, dryly, "or else you’ll be taken aftei the Kathleen.” The mate was amazed. He did not understand the skipper’s cryptic re mark. "Cut her loose?” he asked, won deringly. "Aye! And lively, too!” retorted the captain. “The old Kathleen’s sunk!” The men were utterly dumfounded, but they soon realized the truth of the statement when they looked round in vain for a sight of the fa miliar old barque. After we had briefly recounted the story of the dis aster, the various boats fell into line, with the crew equally divided among them, and the scanty store of pro visions and water doled out. Our stock gave twenty pounds of biscuit and four and a half gallons of water to each boat, each carrying ten souls, so that you may see that the prospect before us was not very com forting. We arranged to keep all to gether at night and to spread out during the day over a wide area on the look-out for some passing vessel which might pick us up. We were in an uncomfortable pre dicament, far off the trade route. The nearest land was Barbados, a thousand odd miles distant, and the captain decided that our best plan was to steer in that direction. Our rations worked out to two biscuits and half a gill of water per day— not a very substantial diet upon which to do hard rowing. Fortun ately, however, on the third day the captain’s boat fell In with the steam ship Borderer, of Baltimore, bound for Chile. Captain Dalton, of the Borderer, hove to and cruised round In search of the other boats. I was picked up second, and later the third boat-load was rescued. We searched for De Viera until nightfall, but without success, and then reluctantly gave him up. The Borderer landed us at Pernambuco, in Brazil, where we caught the steam ship Pydna, which brought us back to Philadelphia. We subsequently learnt that De Viera’s boat had not been picked up, and those on board had passed through a most trying experience. De Viera had made his way to Bar bados, rowing a thousand miles with a starving crew, the mate maintain ing his course by the aid of a pocket compass. When they reached land they were nearly dead —and no won der! The water had been doled out with a little tin bottletop in the pro portion of two tablespoonfuls per man per day, with half a ship’s bis cuit each. Providential showers from time to time enabled them to slightly replenish their water supply, while they also succeeded in catching a few flying fish, which they ate raw. At Barbados they fell in with the steam ship Madiana, bound for New York, Six of the company took passage on her, and upon arrival at the Metropo lis of the Western Continent were taken in hand and well treated by the Seamen’s Friendly Society, until they secured fresh berths. As for myself, upon reaching home I set off on another hunt in Hudson’s Bay.— The Wide. World Magazine. ai|p4|s Heretofore the only use of cobalt has been for coloring glass, enamels and porcelains, but it has been re cently discovered that cobalt is use ful in the manufacture of storage bat teries. 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