The Ten Little Grasshoppers.
Ten little grasshoppers
Sitting on a vine.
One ate too much green corn,
Ttieu there were nine.
Nine little grasshoppers,
Just the size for bait.
A little boy went fishing,
Then there were eight.
High! little grasshoppers
Stayed out after ’leveu.
A white frost nipp-ed one,
Then there were seven.
Seven little grasshoppers
t Lived between two bricks;
There came a hurricane,
Then there were six.
Six little grasshoppers
Found an old beehive;
One found a humble bee.
Then there were five.
Five little grasshoppers
Hopping on the floor;
I’ohsv took one for a mouse,
Then there were four.
Four little grasshoppers
Found a green pea;
Had a fight about it.
Then there were three.
Three little grasshoppers
Sighed for pastures new ;
Tried to cross the river,
Then there were two.
Ttvo little grasshoppers
Sitting on a stone ;
A turkey gobbler passed that way.
Then there was one.
< Inc little grasshopper
Chirped good by at the door;
Said he’d come next summer
With nine million more.
—Saturday Evening Gazette.
Hunting a Tiger with Cows.
The prominent qualities of charac
ter in tigers are cruelty and cunning;
but, strange as it may seem to one
who is not acquainted with the hab
its of the animal, each tiger has a
special character. The villagers in
India, whose herds and lives are con
stantly in danger from the savage
beast, know that each one has some
peculiarities of temperament. Such
a one, they will say, is daring and
rash; another is so cunning that no
artifice can deceive him. One is sav
age and morose, but another is com
paratively mild and harmless. Some
tigers destroy much cattle, but never
touch a man. In fact, but a small
per centage of tigers are man-eaters,
otherwise many villages wonld be
depopulated. But when a tiger has
acquire such an appetite for it as to'
prefer it to all other food.
An Englishman, from whose “Tale
of Indian Adventure” we have
learned these facts, tells an incident
which exhibits the sagacity of a
native hunter in outwiting a cunning
tiger which had long been the terror
of several villages.
An English officer, encamped tvitli
his troop in the district, was anxious
to rid the neighborhood of their ter
rible foe; but the tiger was so cun
ning that all lures failed to entrap
him. He would come up and walk
around the bait, and then walk off.
“ AV"ell, Sheykha, what do you pro
pose ? asked the officer of the best
hunter in the district, whose aid lie
“If the sahib will listen to liis
slave’s advice,” replied the old hunt
er, “ lie will try a shikaree’s way of
killing tigers. For a few rupees the
herdsmen will take their cattle into
the tiger's haunts, and then if he is
hungry and takes one, the sahib may
get a shot.”
The officer had, as his guest, a
young English sportsman, whom he
wished to put iu the way of killing a
tiger. So, turning to his friend, he
“ I cannot go with you, but you go
with Sheykha, and let him carry out
his proposal. A herd of cows—not
buffaloes—they spoil sport, for they
fight the tiger and often drive him oil
—will be driven through the jungle
until the tiger siezes one. The rest
will bolt, and while he is struggling
with his victim, you may creep up
Within easy shooting distance and
Late in the alternoon the tyro in
tiger hunting set off, piloted by old
Sheykha, to a small village. The
head men w re assembled for a pala
ver, and it was proposed to them to
drive a herd of cattle up the glen of
the jungle in which the tiger lived.
When it was made clear that the full
value of the cow killed would be
paid, and a present given to the
herdsman besides, half the village
rushed to collect the herd and drive
it up the glen. After they had
entered the glen, the cattle were
allowed to spread and graze about.
The young Englishman and Sheykha
rested under the shade of a tree.
“We must not hurry,” said the
cunning old hunter, “ but take time
and saunter about as on ordinary
occasions; otherwise the tiger will
suspect something. Allah knows he
may be watching us now ! But even
if he is not here, the lowing of the
cows and the sound of their wooden
clappers will attract him. When
the herd move higher up we will
While waiting under the tree, the
old man told several anecdotes of
hunting tigers, but bis eye wandered
around, and his ear caught every
rustle in the bushes.
“Sahib!” he suddenly said, stop
p:ng in the midst of a story, “be
ready ! —hush! ”
His ear had caught the angry
chirrup of a small bird. The cattle
were quietly grazing, and the young
Englishman wondered what could
have attracted the old man’s notice.
“ Yes,” said Sheykha, listening and
nodding his head, “it is, I think.
Allah knows it may be a snake, or a
mungoose, but something is disturb
ing that bird. It is the tiger, I think.”
The Englishman rose to his feet.
He looked up and down, but noth
ing disturbed the stillness save the
clapper-clapper of the wooden clap
pers hanging from the cattle’s necks.
He was disappointed, and doubted if
old Sheykha was right, when sudden
ly a little distance up the glen, a yel
low mass dashed out of the thicket
on the back of a white heifer, and
bore it to the ground.
“ Bagh ! bagh ! ” (tiger) shouted
the herdsmen, as the cattle dashed
wildly down the glen.
“Now, sahib, keep yon big bush
between you and the tiger, and run
up,” whispered Sheykha.
Running in a crouching position,
they got behind the bush. Separat
ing the branches, the Englishman
looked through. The poor heifer
was kicking vigorously as it lay on
its side, pressed down by the weight
of the tiger, whose fangs were hur
ried in its throat. Beckoning to his
companion, the old hunter ran crouch
ing, to another big bush much nearer
to the struggling animals. The
Englishman looked through, and
started at the sight, so near did the
anp.mr . P-mjgp'j
the cautious old hunter qtnetfy isra a
hand upon the Englishman’s arm, and
shaking his head, drummed with his
fingers upon his heart. Touching
the muzzle of the rifle, he tremu
lously shook them in the air, thus sig
nifying in pantomime—they were too
near to speak—that the young man’s
nerves were not steady enough for a
shot. The Englishman, obeying the
more experienced hunter, lowered
his rifle and waited. At last the
tiger, shifting his position, stretched
himself on top, and exposed the most
vital part of his body. Sheykha,
turning to the young man, patted his
heart, thus inquiring if lie was steady
in nerve. The Englishman nodded.
Pointing to the tiger, the old hunter
piaced his hand on his side, just un
der the arm, as a hint where to aim.
The young hunter leveled his rifle
with steadiness and fired. With an
angry roar the tiger sprang from his
victim, turning round and round,
snapping at his side in a rage. The
Englishman glowed with excitement
and would have fired again, but
Sheykha, pressing a firm hand on
his arm, restrained him. The tiger
was badly hit, for the blood flowed
from his mouth. lie stopped turn
ing round, and seemed undecided
where to spring. The Sheykha re
moved liis hand from the young
man’s arm, who, taking steady aim,
fired again. As the rifle flashed, the
tiger sprang towards the bush, and
fell flat on the ground, with all four
paws spread out. lie was shot
through the spine. There lie lay,
unable to rise, his hind legs being
paralyzed. lie roared horribly, hit
through and through one of his paws
and tore up the turf with his claws.
The Englishman again fired; the
hall entered just behind the ear, and
with a groan the tiger breathed his
last. The elephant was called up,
and the dead tiger laid across the
pad on his hack, to he carried to
A Poor Town for business.
He was a red-nosed, wild eyed man
from the head waters of Sage Run,
and looked as if he had not been in
town since oil was discovered. His
rusty pants were several inches too
THE FLORIDA AGRICULTURIST.
short for him, and he carried half a
dozen coon skins in his hand.
At the post-office corner lie met a
South Side lady, and stopping her by
holding the bunch of hides before her
“ Can’t I sell you something nice to
make a set of furs out of? ”
The lady screamed, and shot across
to the other side of the street.
“ Does any of your neighbors want
to buy anything of the kind ?” yelled
the red-nosed man.
The lady screamed again.
“ Now, what’s the matter with
Hanner?” remarked the red-nosed
man as the lady disappeared in the
A moment later the man veered
into a hank, and threw his hides down
at the cashier’s window.
“ Dot some A No. 1 coon skins here
that I’ll sell cheap. Not a scratch of
a tooth on any of ’em, Fetched
every one of’em in a box trap.”
“We have no use for them,” said
the president politely, as he cast an
oblique glance at the goods.
“ They’ll make you a nice vest,”
said the red-nosed man. “Two hides
’ll make you a vest , and one 'll make
you a cap that'll wear you as long as
“My dear, sir,” replied the presi
dent, somewhat confused, “we don't
want hides here. Take them some
where else, please.”
“ Mebbe your wife would like a set
of furs, and these is—”
“No, no, no,” replied the banker
impatiently, “ take the things away,
they are offensive.”
“ What’s that ? ” said the red-nosed
“ Take the blamed things out of
this,” exclaimed the exasperated bank
er; “they smell like a slaughter
“ I’ll take a dollar for the lot.”
“ The people next door buy coon
skins, ” put in the cashier; “ take them
in there; take them up town ; take
them downtown; take them across
the river ; them—”
“ Gimme fifty cents for the lot, ”
persisted the red nosed man.
“ If you don’t get out of this, I’ll
kick your head off,” yelled the infuri
“ I’ll take thirty, cents for the six,”
the word ? ” and he dangled the bunen
by the tails.
The president started for the out
side. The man with the skins started
for the sidewalk, and after having
reached it he paused and said :
“ And this is the boasted Old City,
is it ? Grea-a-at Godfrey ! If sealskin
and sable were selling for cent a cart
load the hull town could not buy the
sand papered end of a rat’s tail.— Oil
A Peabody farmer had sold a Lynn
man a load ol pine wood, but on his
way thither had lost the piece of
brown paper that contained the ad
dress. lie had searched for him at
the post-office, city hall, and in a doz
en bar rooms, but was unable to find
him, and was on the point of return
ing home when he saw an intelligent
looking individual standing on the
corner of llroad and Atlantic street
to whom he said:
“ I sold this load of wood to a man
here in Lynn, and I can’t think of his
name if 1 should go to Halifax.”
‘'Common name, is it?” inquired
the man as though he would like to
help him out of the difficulty.
“ Yes, very common; heard it a
thousand times,” replied the farmer,
knitting his eyebrows.
•‘Breed?” suggested the man.
The farmer shook his head.
“Jones ? ”
“No that’s not the name. Let me
see—who was it that built the ark ? ”
asked the farmer, leaning on his whip
“ Kpli. Horn.”
“That’s not the name. Let me see
who was it that discovered America?
“Victoria C. Woodhull.”
“No,” replied the farmer. “Its
hinny, he continued, “that I can’t
think of his name. I know it just as
well as I know my own. What is
that fellow’s name that they call the
‘l ather of his Country ?
; T , ohn Morrissey.”
“ Tain’t him. Who is that big man
in Congress that’s been kicked out of
the Cabinet for stealing so much
money ? ”
“ Sitting Bull. ”
“ That’s not the man I’m looking
for. Who was it that built the first
steamship ? ”
“ Charles Francis Adams.”
“Well,” said the man with the
wood, “I might as well give up.
Much obliged for your kindness, ” he
added, starting off.
“Wasn't it George Francis Train,’”
asked the man, as if engaged in deep
“No.” replied the farmer, “it’s
some of those fellows’ name, but that’s
not exactly it. Who was it says we
folks all come from the ape ? ”
“ That’s the fellow I'm looking lor,”
said the farmer, tipping his hat on the
back of his head, and taking a fresh
chew of tobacco. Where does he
live ? ”
“I’m lie,' - said the man, and the two
went down the street together, while
the horse with the wood followed on
As might be imagined from the
character of the government, woman
plays no part in the history of Japan,
though, allowing for Oriental usages,
she is treated, on the whole, with
tolerable leniency. She occupies a
better position in the family, from
not entailing any charge of her mar
riage, as a bride receives no dowry,
but, on the contrary, is presented by
her husband with a handsome dona
tion, which is invariably appropriated
by her father. In Japan, therefore,
it is considered more fortunate to
have daughters than sons, as the for
mer ultimately prove a very profit
able investment. On the birth of a
son, the event is commemorated by
planting a tree, which, if the little
stranger lives, is carefully tended to
the day of his marriage, when it is
cut down and furnishes material for
a chest, designed expressly to hold
the wardrobe of the newly-wedded
couple. The marriage, as in China
and Tartary, is an affair between the
parents and the wishes of the young
people themselves are never con
sulted. The bride is usually in her
■ i&feaundrrtayea** inturit,y being
early developed, wedlock may be
contracted at a still younger age, and
the mother is often a child herself.
Marriage is a religious ceremony, and
is celebrated with great pomp and
many forms, in a public temple, in
the presence of the priests and idols,
and the friends and kindred of both
parties. The priest blackens the
pearly teeth of the bride, using for
this purpose the same indelible lac
quer applied to coal scuttles and
other similar Japan-ware; and this
serves, from that time to her death,
to notify, like the wedding ring of
Europe, that she has entered the .mar
A Yankee Trick.
“ What do you charge for board ?”
asked a tall Green Mountain boy, as
lie walked up to the bar of a second
rate hotel in New York; “ what do
you ask a week for hoard and lodg
ing ? ”
“ Five dollars.”
, “ Eive dollars! that’s too much, but
I s’pose you allow for the times I am
absent from dinner and supper ? ”
“ Certainly, thirty-seven and a half
Here the conversation ended, aud
the Yankee took up his quarters for
two weeks. During this time he
lodged and breakfasted at the hotel,
but did not take either dinner or sup
per, saying his business detained him
in another portion of the town. At
the expiration of two weeks he again
walked to the bar and said :
“ S’pose -we settle that account—
I’m going in a few minutes.”
The landlord handed his bill. “Two
weeks board at five dollars—ten dol
“ Here, stranger,” said the Yankee,
“ this’s wrong— you’ve not deducted
the time I was absent from dinner
and supper—fourteen davs, two meals
per day; twenty-eight meals at thirty
seven and a ball' cents each—ten dol
lars and fifty cents. If you’ve not got
the fifty cents that is due to me, I’ll
take a di ink and the balance in cigars.”
Now is the time to subscribe
for the Florida Agiucultukist.
liice Batter Cakes. —Mix one
fourth wheat flour to three-fourths of
rice flour, add a little salt; raise and
bake as buckwheat cakes.
Boston Cake. —One cup of sugar ;
one cup of milk ; one tablespoonful of
butter; one egg; two and one-half
cups of flour; two tcaspoonfuls of
cream tartar; one teaspoonful soda ;
flavor with nutmeg or lemon.
A Quick Budding. —Pour a pint of
boiling milk on ten tablespoonfuls of
grated bread crumbs ; let them stand
ten minutes; then add the yolks of
four eggs, well beaten, six table
spoonfuls of sugar, and two of butter;
season with lemon extract. Stii; well,
add the whites of the eggs, previously
beaten to a stiff froth; pour into a
buttered pudding dish, and bake
quickly. To be eaten with wine sauce,
or cream and sugar.
To Broil Bi.sk. —When fish is
broiled the bars of the gridiron should
he rubbed over with a little butter.
Then place your fish, skin side down,
and do not turn till nearly done
through. Save all your butter till
the fish is dished, in this way you
save the juices of the fish too. " Fish
should be broiled slowly. When
served, fish should not be laid over
each other, if it can be avoided. The
top ones will be made tender and
moist by the steam, and will break to
Bumpkin Short-cake. —One cup of
stewed or strained pumpkin or squash)
one cup “C” oatmeal porridge and
one cup of water. Beat these up
together, and then add three cups
fine Graham flour. Mix thoroughly,
spread half an inch thick on a baking
tin, and bake half an hour in a good
oven. Cover for ten minutes, and
serve warm or cold.
Tomato Catsup —l.—Boil one
bushel of tomatoes until soft; squeeze
them through a sieve; add half a gal
lon of vinegar, one pint of salt, two
ounces of cloves, quarter ounce of all
spice, two ounces of cayenne pepper,
three tablespoonfuls black pepper,
mix these together, and boilnot less
than three hours; pour in a jar or keg
till •ovl, then bottle; it will
the cloves and allspice put in whole;
when boiled strain thorugh a colander.
Tomato Catsup —ll.—One bushel
tomatoes boiled until soft; must be
ripe, but not too soft, and need not be
peeled; rub through a tine wire sieve;
when cold add one-half gallon vinegar,
one and onc-fourth pint of salt, two
ounces of cloves, three ounces of all
spice, two ounces of cayenne, three
tablespoonfuls black pepper, one
pound of sugar; boil slowly three
hours, or until reduced to one-half.
Bottle without straining.
Scrofula. —A tea made of ripe,
dried whortle berries, and drank in
place of water, is a sure and speedy
cure for scrofula difficulties, however
J'lye audlndian JJrop Cakes. —One
pint of Indian meal, one-half pint of
rye meal, two spoonfuls of molasses, a
little salt; work it with cold milk so
as to drop from a spoon into hot fat;
be sure to have smooth batter.
Italian Beefsteak. —Score a steak
transversely with a sharp knife, eut
ting it through; lay it in a stew pan
with a small piece of butter : season it
with pepper and salt and an onion
chopped fine. Let it cook three quar
ters of an hour in its own gravv. and
A Substitute for Butler Mil/,.
fake one quart strained sour orange
juice, the fruit having been peeled
before squeezing, and one pound
sugar, boil for about fifteen minutes,
skimming of! all impurities, allow to
cool, and bottle. In any cookery,
where butter milk is used, one-eighth
the quantity of the sour orange mix
ture will answer the same purpose.
—During the recent civil war there
were two volunteers lying beneath
their blankets, looking up at the stai>
I," * y ir g| nia Says Jack:-
What made you go into the army.
r ° m ' I*7* had no wife anJ I loved
t ar i'. s,, n . iade y° u J° in army,
Jac !v ‘ Well,” he replied, “I have
a wife and I loved peace, so I went to
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