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OPELOUSAS, LOUISIANA. NESTLINGS. "O little bird! sing sweet among; the leaves. Safe hid from sight. beside thy do«vny ne't; The ruin falte, murmuring tto the drooping eaves A low refrain, that suite thj- music best. Sins' sweet, O bird! thy recompense draws nigb. Four callow nestlings' neath the mother's wing. So man}" I ushing wings that by and by Will cleave tao sunny air. O sinir, bird, sing ! Sing, O my heart! Thy callow nestlings sleep, Safe hidden 'neath a gracious folding wing, Until the time when, from their slumber deep, They watfe and soar In beauty. Sing, heart, sing! O little bird! sing sweet. Though rain may fall. And though thy callow brood thy care re quire. Behind the rain-c'oud with its trailing pall Shineth undimmed the gracious golden tire. Sing on. 0 bird : nor of the cloud take heed; For thou art heritor of glorious spring; And every Held is sacred to thy need. ïhe we illh, the beauty, thine. U sing, bird, sing! Sing, O my heart ! sing on, though rain may pour; Sing on; for unawares the wind will bring A drift of sunshine to th.v cottage door, And arch the clouds with rainbows. Sing, heart, sing! O bird! sing sweet. What though the time be near When thou shalt sit upon that swaying boueh. With 110 sweet mate, no nestling, by. to hear The bubbling song thou sing st to glad them now ! Thy task was done, fulled in sweet spring days. In golden summer, when thy brood takes wing. Shalt thou not still have left a hymn of praise, Because thy work is over? Sing, bird, sing ! Sing, O my heart? What if thy birds have Sown? Thou ha ist the joy of their awakening. And thousand memories left thee for thine own: Sing. th >u, for task accomplished. Sing, heart, singl —Chambers' Journal. A HIDEOUS TOLL-UATHEllER. In the year 1857, I was mate of the ship Eilen Bird, then making her third voyage. It was in the palmy days of the sandal-wood and beeswax trade, and we were at the Island of Timor, an chored at Delhi haven, taking in a cargo. Sandal wood, so valuable because of its enduring perfume for the manufac ture of fancy work-boxes, desks and cabinets, could, at that time, be ob tained in considerable quantities in Ti mor. It grows there as a small timber tree among the mountains of the interi or. The natives are hired to take it to the harbor in small logs, carried on the shoulders of two or three men walking together, or upon the backs of their tamed ponies. Whi'e slowly taking in this part of our cargo, log by log, I, as mate of the vessel, was dispatched od a trip inland, to hasten the collection of beeswax. Three of the seamen accompanied me. Some twenty natives of the island also went with us to take up the wild bees' nests, and these were to be paid in goods at the vessel for all the wax they might gather. For over a week we slept in two bam boo huts set up on posts, with thatched roofs, at a place the natives called the Dardees, twenty or twenty-live miles back lrom Delhi. Dardee is the Timorese name for a very curious tree, the root3 of which rise out of the ground in a tangled, complicated pyramid to the height of sixty, and even eighty, feet. It is at the top of this vast mass that the real trunk of the tree begins, branching out above in a top almost as thick and ex tensive as the root. Often these wide spread and thickly-woven dardee roots inclose an open space at their center, where one may stand directly beneath the great trunk overhead. These root systems are not unl'requently thirty, forty and even lifty feet in diameter, exhibiting a singularly-grotesque, gnarled appearance; and where a forest of them stand moderately close togeth er, they present to the eye a most be wildering maze. But the forests of Timor are, as a rule, by no means dense. Open plats, full of rank, coarse grass and llowers, alternate with the groves of larger trees; and the whole country round about the huts, where we spent our nights, was one great natural apiary. The huts, in fact, were built by bee hunters, who each year visit the district to get honey and wax. Much as has been said and written concerning bees, I think the reader will yet find something novel in a brief de scription of the wild bees of Timor, and the old method by which the natives capture them. These bees (the apis dorsata) do not, like the wild bees of America and other countries, build their nests in hollow trees, or clefts in the crags. I was astonished to see hanging to the lower side of some stout branch, far up in the tops of the loftiest trees, a great cone of honey-comb, often four feet in diameter by five feet in length. These combs are so piled and covered in as to resist the weather completely, and are cemented to the branch with a thick, glutinous stump of very 1 tough and compact wax. I estimated the weight of some of these large combs at three hundred pounds. During the week we were in the for est, we took, I should think, nearly five hundred! of these horèy-cones. The honey, save what we could eat with our Jfood, was of no use to us, and I have little doubt that thirty or forty thousand pounds of honey were destroyed by us in that one week; for the wax was all that we cared to take. ( The first time I saw the, natives take a bees' nest, I thought their method of doing it as curious as the nest itself was odd. This peculiar nest hung from a limb of a tall, straight, smooth-barked eucalyptus tree, seveuty-hve feet from the ground. The trunk of the tree was a yard or move in diameter. To cut it down would have been several hours' work, even for an experienced woods man; while to climb it. after the ordinary fashion, would have been out of the question. This is the way Benu, one of the Timor men, set to work. First, he took from his bundle & torch of some resinous wood, and lighted it. This torch he attached to his waist-cloth, or girdle, by means of a string some ten feet long, so that as he climbed up, the slowly burning, but densely smoking, torch would hang beneath him. To his girdle was also hung a chopping knile, for cutting off the -iomb from the branch, and a long line, in a coil, for lowering it to the ground. Fola, an other of the men, how brought him a strong bush rope, or creeper, some twenty feet long, green and pliable, and freshly cut from a thicket. Benu first passed one end of this creeper round the trunk of the tree, then grasp ing an end in each hand, leaned back, and setting his feet against the trunk, ha began to walk up the tree, holding fast by the bush rope and throwing it up, by a quick jerk, after every second step. It was wonderful to note the skill with which he took advantage of the least roughesss, or scar in the bark, to get a hold for the loop, or for his feet. He was not much more than a minute going up sixty feet. All this time, he was almost en veloped in a cloud of smoke from the torch, which seemed to prevent the bees from settling upon his body; which, but for his waist-cloth, was en tirely bare and exjiosed to their stings. Arriving directly beneath the limb to which the comb was suspended, by a dexterous spring he threw himself partly over it, then drawing up his torch, so that its smoke completely en veloped his body, he rested for some moments before creeping out on the branch to cut off the comb. Thousands of the bees were flying about him, and thousands more were clinging in black masses to the outside of the comb. But upon Benu' s holding out the torch be neath it, they all rose in a degse cloud, filling the forest with their deep, solemn hum. Defended by the smoke. Beau had in a moment or two more made a double noose of his smaller line round the comb; and then, with a few deft cuts of his chopper, he cleaved off the cone from the limb, and lowered it un broken to the ground. In three min utes more he had walked down the tree, much as he had walked up, and stood among us, none the' worse for his ex ploit, with the exception of a few stings. Afterward, I repeatedly saw Fola, Amme, Motuleet and a dozen others of our native squad, climb up for nests in the same way. It was their customary method. Nothing would have induced me to attempt such a feat; nor could any of our sailors be induced or cajoled into attempting it. A little way out from our huts, on the further side, and just beyond the three dardee trees, there was a rocky gully or gulch, twenty-live or thirty feet in depth, and from'forty to fifty feet wide. So steep were its sides, and so langled with creepers and vines, that to cross it we should have been forced to made a long detour, either below or above, had it not been for a bridge, which nature had provided in the shape of a tree which had fallen across the ravine, spanning it completely from bank to bank. It had been a very large, old tree. The shattered top lay on the side next our huts; and the ends were over run by a luxuriant wild grape-vine, loaded down with clusters of "grapes, the outer sldns of which were covered with hair! But their flavor was deli cious, though on first putting one in your mouth, the hair gave you a very peculiar sensation. AN inding through the top of the tree with the vine, there was a beautiful crown-lily, displaying its glorious festoons of blossoms side by side with the strange hairy grape clus ters, so that a most singular and gor geous effect was produced. The trunk of the tree, which was at least four feet in diameter, offered a perfectly safe bridge across the gully; and for the fir3t four days we were constantly going back and forth on it. It had evidently been used for this purpose, either by men or wild animals, long before our arrival, for the log was worn smooth, apparently, by the many feet that had passed and repassed on it. Though still tolerably sound and strong, the log was plainly a hollow one; and out near the middle of it there was a hole in the upper side. I noticed this hole the first time I went across, and thought what an ugly thing it would be to step into it when crossing with a load. It must have been not far from a foot and a half in diameter. Several times, while walking over this log, I noticed a strange, sickening odor coming from it, which, though faint, was very nauseating, and once, when standing still for a moment, looking down into the gully beneath it, I saw some bunches of what ap peared to be bones wadded together. There were a good many of these lying there among the rank grass, and I con cluded that a number of animals had died, or been killed there, and that the peculiar odor came from these. The fourth evening we were there, just at sun-set, when the natives were coming from bee-hunting, each with his great sack of mashed comb on his bead, I suddenly heard a fearful outcry in the direction of this gûlly. "Some of'em have tumbled o.Tn that log!" Myers, one of the: sailors with me, called out, and we all ran from ihe hut where we were eating supper, to see what had caused so dread ful ia shriek. On coming in sight of the log that spanned the ravine, a strange specta cle presented itself. Dangling from the under side of the log, struggling and shrieking, hung one of the natives—a brother of Benu, named Oati. At the same instant 1 perceived the folds of a monstrous, mottled snake, rising in great loops above the log, and heard a native who was standing on the farther end of the log, s .-reaming '• ("lar le hai! (Plar lehai! (Great s>?iake! Great snake!) " Tusahu! tasahn (Help! h«lp!) "Come forth, white chief, with your lire gun!" Without waiting to get my gun, for poor Oati's shrieks were awful to hear. 1 seized a large handspike lying near, and dashing out on the log, delivered two heavy blown upon the serpent's writhing folds, either of which I feel certain would have broken an ox's back. Feeling these, the monster dropped Oati, whom it had seized by the thigh in its mouth and was holding up by main strength, and rearing its huge, flattened head six or seven feet above the log, looked me full in the lace, its great eyes dilated with fury and its tongue licking the air with a strange, hissing sound. It was a sight to startle the bravest of man. I struck at its head and leaped backward on the log, but lost mv toot ing when close to the bank of the gully, and, slipping off the tree-trunk, went tearing down through the vines to the bottom. The fall did not hurt me much, but I was snarled up in vines, and it was some moments before I could struggle out, or even clear away the foliage sufficiently to see whether the great snake was after me or not. I could hea" a tremendous shouting and noise, however, and soon the reports of several guns. The moment I got clear of the liana?, I ran through the bushes and grass, down the bed of the gully; and here I came upon Oati, crawling off on his hands and knees. His thigh was bleed ing profusely from several deep, ugly looking holes, and his ankle was out of joint from the fall. There was so savage a battle going on above us. that my shouts for assist ance were unnoticed. After several ef forts 1 succeeded in throwing Oati 's ankle-joint back into place; and then, binding up his leg as best I could, I helped him along to a place where it was possible for us to climb out. But altogether this had occupied fif teen or twenty minutes; so that the fight which Myers and Benu. Amme, Fola and the rest were making with the LT lar Midi" was now for the most part over. The shots had driven the ser pent back into the log; whence, ac cording to Oati, it had darted its head out to seize him, as he walked across. M vers was now watching for it—firing whenever it thrust its head out from the hole. He said that he had put two balls clean through its body before it had commenced to slide back into its retreat. Benu now brought an axe, and in the course of an hour the great log was cut off, close to the bank, and lei! down with a loud crash—one end of it—into the gully. It split as it fell, and the body of the python was thrown partly out of the hollow—but the crack closing somewhat again, as the end of the log came to rest on the bottom of the gulch, the great reptile was held fast within it. For awhile it writhed and twisted there, eniitting a most horrible odor. Seeing it was caught fast, the natives went down and beat it to deatli with handspikes. They then cut away the log and let its body fall out. With my pocket-rule I measured off a ten-foot pole, and when I say that I placed this pole three times along the dead serpent's body, and had still a foot to spare off its tail, perhaps I shall be accused of telling "a snake story;" nevertheless, it's the truth. At the middle, its body was nearly as thick as a man's; and its scales were as large as clam shells. But the most ferocious feature was its great, bony, flattened head, witL its huge gaping jaws and great lidless eyes. Its colors were a pale yellow along the belly, shading to coppery hues on its sides, with livid brown and black markings along the back. There is little doubt that this mon strous creature had long had its lurking place in the old log; and it made me shudder to think how many times we had all passed back and forth over its head.— ï'out/i's Companion. An Intelligent Horse. Dr. William H. Murray, the Super visor of the Sixteenth Ward, is the owner of a gray horse that, at times, seems to be possessed of human reason. This horse is devoted to his master, and it would be next to impossible to steal it in the street, for it will not move after Dr. Murray has left it until he re turns and gives it permission. To day the Doctor was driving at a rapid gait down North Pearl street. When op posite the Homeopathic Hospital at Clinton Square a man, who was crossing the street, suddenly became dizzy with the heat and fell down in front of the horse. Stepping carefully over the prostrate form, the horse was suddenly stopped by the Doctor, who pulled the rein the moment he saw the man fall. There lay the man under the horse and between its fore an 1 hind legs. In a moment the animal, apparently under standing the situation, raised itself on its hind feet, and with fore feet in the air backed over the body and away from it. The prostrated stranger arose and went awav. If the horse had not been possessed of st^ch intelligence, the stranger would have been run over and badly injured, as his head lay in line with the wheels.— Albany Times. —The Western cyclone blows every thing from the farm except the mort* gage.— N. Y. Graphic. PERSONAL AM) LITERARY. —The father of Miss Harkness, who took the prize at Paris for violin play ing, i.; a newspaper carrier in Boston. —Miss Bird, of Japan fame, has a rival in Mrs. Francis Hughes, who ac companied liar husband, an official in the Chinese service, upon a round of visits to nearly all the points in China and Formosa open to European trade, and to other localities little frequented by Europeans, and who is about to pub lish a volume of her experiences. —Miss Alc itt says she does not like to meet the gifted people she reads so much about, for she is at sight disillu sionized. That she had always wanted to see Fre leriea Bremer, but when she met her iu Boston she was so disap pointed she cried. "A iittle old woman she was, and I had fancied her so dif ferent from her books." Miss Alcott herself is a true, strong woman, glori ous in the beauty and sweetness of gra cious womanhood. —The death is announced of the Danish artist, Jerichau-liatmianu, well known by her beautiful picture "The Icelandic Girl," no.v in possession ot' Queen Victoria. She was a friend of Hans Christian Andersen, and her career, was almost as erratic, and even mo-re romantic, than his own. Coming to Copenhagen in 18M, with her hus band, she executedanumber of brilliant works which have made her name fam ous, including the great picture "Domestic Prayer." which she had to repeat no less tthan nine times. —Of the late Dr. S. S. llaldemann, the distinguished Pennsylvania scholar, it is related that once at a bal Wop ra in Paris he talked with a Russian savant in all the principal European lan guages. His interlocutor tried in vain to guess his nationality, and at last said, with sarcastic incredulity, that he must be a Russian. Whereupon, says Dr. Haldeman's biographer in the Venn Monthly, the Pennsvlvanian repeated a verse in Russ that made the other gasp with wonder when ho was told that he was talking with an American. —The late Dean Stanley is said to have rarely made a gesture when preaching. One day after morninj> service he asked his wife if she had noticed the intensity with* which the congregation had gazed upon him dur ing the sermon. "How could they help it. my dear," said Lady Augusta, "when one of your gloves was on the top of your head the whole time'."" The Dean having 1 taken his hat off be fore entering the pulpit, the glove ly ing therein had fallen on his head, and, as he stood quite still when preaching, there it remained. HIMOROUS. —A young man in this city, who practiced in the gymnasium one after noon only, was able to jump his board bill the very next day. — Cincinnati Sat urday Night. - The ice dealers of New York have increased their prices twenty-five per cent. You cannot blame them, poor fellows. The crop was badly touched by last winter's frosts.— Boston Tran script. . —Since hoops again came into fash ion they are alluded to as domestic cir cles. It is not known who perpetrated the pun, but he is no doubt some rene gade journalist who should be exiled from the bustle of life to the very out skirts of civilization.— Detroit Free Press. —You can always tell when an edi tor is on a vacation. He walks about the streets as if he had lost a thread of thought or something, and nothing will bring him back to himself so quick as to have some one call "copy" in his ear.— New Haven Ree/ister. —An Esquimaux dinner is relished as much as an}' other. "I'd thank you for a slice of that putrid whale," says the old man. " I want another fish head—there wasn't meat enough on that one," says the little Esquimaux; and then his mother says he shan't have any candle to chew after dinner because he didn't say please.— Louisville Cour ier-Journal. —Little Phil, a bright five-year old, is afraid of thunder. During the re cent hot spell his mother would re mark: "Oh, 1 pray for rain." One day when she said it, Phil thus addressed her; "Oh, mamma, I will tell you why it don't rain. When I say my prayers I des say; 'Please don't pay any 'ten tion to what mamma says, cos I am 'fraid of thunder.' "— Wit and Wisdom. Sitting Bull's Portrait. He is below the medium height, stolid and stoical looking, and the thin ness of his lips and a few wrinkles in his face give him the appearance of being older than fifty years, which Scout Allison says is his correct age. He was dressed in the traditional blue blanketing, sewed in the form of half civilized trousers, with great gaping places where the pockets should be, and when he walked often displayed a brawny leg. Over this he simply wore what was once a finely-made and nicely-laundricd white shirt, but which had become greasy and dirty from long wear. The shoulders of the shirt and the sleeves had three long streaks of red war-paint, with which the warrior's neck, entire face and scalp at the- part ing of the hair, was covered. His hair is jet black and reaches below his shoulders, hanging in three braids, one at each side and one pendent from the back and braided from the crown of his broad head. The two braids hanging over the shoulders were thickly wound with a flannel, and the only ornaments worn were two brass rings, one on the little and one on the second linger of the left hand, and a ladv's cheap brace let of black gutta-percha on the left wrist. — Exchange. iiy Hello, inib!" Ohlinger paused a sec ond and it cost him his life; the Kid "Billy tije Kid"—Some of His Exploits. During the early part of the present year Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett, of Lincoln County, captured the Kid and took hi ni to Mesilla, where he was tried a;id sentenced to be hanged in the town ol Lincoüi. lie was taken to Lincoln ironed aiid under a strong guard. Soon after reaching the town he managed to knock Disput y Sheriff Bell in the head with his "landcuffs, and before he could recover from the stunning effect of the blow theiKid seized his pistol and shot him dead,. Deputy United States Mar shal Robfrt Ohlinger, hearing the shot, camö ru"tiing, gun in hand, to Bell's assistance. The Kid, armed with Bell's shot-gun^and pistol, saw Ohlinger com ing, anU coolly hailed him with, Inge u îli: poured a charge of buckshot into his heart, killing him instantly—two mur ders in halT a minute, The young monster then stepped out on the portico of the old house in which the dead men had beet; guarding hint and defied the whole town. He made one man knock his irons off, and covering another with his deati'i-dealing shot-gun, ordered him to saddle a horse that was standing in the street, walked out, mounted and galloned">ut of town in the presence of the wliolrt population. But su'ih a career must have an end, and "Billy the Kid" was rapidly Hear ing the inevitable close of his blood stained career. He had heretofore carried death with him, but death was now close after him. Deputy Sheritt Pat Garrett, with two companions, started on his trail, swearing to capture or kill hi91 or die trying. In some way known only to himself Garrett learned that the ■ Kid would probably visit the house of ï'ete Maxwell, at Fort Sumner, in Lincoln County, some time during the night" of Thursday. July 14. Shortly before midnight Garrett went to Max- well's, and had just seated himself in the dark on the side of Maxwells bed when the. door opened, and in walked the Kid. î Instantly detecting, in spito of the darkness, that there was some body in Üie room with Maxwell, he lev eled his pistols,exclaiming, " Quien es! Quien es?' (Who are you? or Who's there?) 'But the delay of asking was fatal. Before the words were off his lips Pat Garrett's bullet was through his heart.- and " Billy the Kid," the ter ror of New Mexico, lay a gasping, quiv ering corpse, while his lite-blood dyed the dirt door of Pete Maxwell's dark adobe hi«t. Eleven gory ghosts stood waiting tip escort him to eternal shades. In personal appearance the Kill was anything but a desperado or a monster. He was vfcry small and slender, being but abou^ five feet two iuches tall, and wcighing-scarcely 1'20 pounds. He had a pla ; n but pleasant face, with thin sharp features, blue eyes and light hair, lie was calculated to make friends, $nd, strange as it may seem, left man;- who sincerely mourned his death, (j'ne of the best men of the Territory", who, though identified with the oppqéite faction, knew him well, said to ae this morning: "Do you know I Jiouldn't help feeling sorry when I leard that boy was killed?" He was 51 splendid horseman and a dead sh'.$, and at the time of his death was onlyjfcibout twenty-two years old. The h«o of the hour in New Mexi co now, Mhe king lion of the Territo rial menjgerie, is Patsev Garrett, the slayer of the Kid. His name is in everybo&''s mouth. The papers are full of «s exploits and his -praises. hildren in the streets stop him with a curious and ad re as he passes. I met him in Santa Fe, and a milder looking,gentler-spoken fellow I never saw. Hç is about twenty-seven years old, six* feet five inches tall, and of almost willowy slenderness, with the slight tendency to a stoop in his position J that is natural to one of his bufd. His complexion, naturally fair, is stfi-tanned to a ruddy brown. His eyes ire greyish brown and keen as an eagle'i, and his hair and slight mus tache artf of a light brown tint scarcely deeper Äan golden. His voice is as soft as a woman's, and he rarely uses it to talk o^ himself. He spoke very kind ly of the.Kid, and, having occasion, in reply to £ question, to allude to the ex ploit wh"<$h has made him famous, sim ply remarked: "He was taken the night of »le fourteenth of this month." I asked läm if the Kid had really killed as many ?ten as the papers report, from nineteen io twenty-six. "No," he an swered, in his musical, feminine voice, "he on!,'killed eleven that I know of." I though" one for every two years of hi8 life was "-jarly enough. Some 1 ».'tell having occurred in regard to the Avard Garrett expected to get from tiiG ®brritorial authorities, the peo fl the cities and towns in the rl^ave gone to work to raise a pfi^n for him, and Las Vegas alone ha^already made up a purse of $ 1,200 ill gold." If other places do as much in? proportion, the fund will amount 1.4 a good many thousands.— Cor. St. qpuis Ulobe-Democrat. I—~—r u —" Hoy delightful to enjoy the com panions!^) for which the soul longeth," said he, ? as his arm naturally drifted across tl£j back of the next chair. "Indeed! j And is that companionship you spesfc of so feelingly anything— that 1 cad}—assist—you—to?" inquired she, with hesitating languor. "Ye-s-s. Oh, AdelSBde, even now the stars seem to look d^vn upon us with their bene dictions ;;Jd the comet lights up with additional glow, as if our happiness added a il'W ray to its luster—" "Au gustus, \îou're just too sweet for any thing, wegwill go to the excursion to morrow, jwon't we?" But Augustus replied n*»t. He hadn't but SI. 13 in his purse*and tickets for the round trip were? 75 cents each.— New Haven Begister. | The ve and hon miring s y esterai pie of Territor subscript'